Post by Guillotine (QDT) on Jan 13, 2019 18:42:36 GMT -5
A banal brasserie with a soft hum of snobbery emanating from the next table. I'm waiting for a girl. I'll admit - a blind date. Mama insisted I meet the "sweetie", Jen, she met at the bookstore. In fairness, historically Mama's taste is decent. I'm adequately dressed; salmon shirt, teal two-piece. Down - but not desperate - to fu...
Phone rings. Always the wrong time.
Papa Giacomo (phone): Don't AW know the definition of insanity? What they doing? You beat Wilds and Cage convincingly last week. But somehow, you're booked against them AGAIN. You should already be 201 #1 contender, not least 'cuz you never lost your title; Wilds did. You've not been pinned, damnit! THAT'S insanity.
Quixote: Chill Papa. One man's insanity's another's practice. I need reps. The division took a collective snooze last week. Wilds and Cage were mildly more awake than Geisel, Spicy and Stein so I face them again. All good. AW's testing me, seeing if I get complacent... but I won't. This is just another step to getting my belt back.
Papa Giacomo: So why's Ms. Monster guest ref? I don't like that at all. There's something fishy there.
Quixote: Speaking of fishy, I'm in a restaurant Papa. My date's arrived. Gotta go.
I hang up. Out the corner of my eye, a brunette hovers cautiously. As I look, she spins around and turns her back to me sharply. A gorgeous back, I might add. I tap her on the shoulder.
Quixote: Hey, are you Jen?
Hesitating, she turns round. No way...
Quixote: Jenna Bauer?
Jenna: YOU'RE Penny's son?
Quixote: Small world. We never did get that McFlurry. Let's blow this place off and hit Maccie Ds. Way more romantic.
Jenna: Look, I don't date wrestlers. No offence. I have to leave.
Against better instincts, I follow.
Quixote: I get it. AW rules. How about we don't call this a date? Just a fun night out. I'll give you an interview too.
Jenna: Can't have a "fun night out" with a misogynist. Sorry.
Quixote: On what planet am I a misogynist?!
Jenna: I watched last week. You said you went easy on Ms. Monster because she's a... WOMAN?! You have any idea how sexist and archaic that is? She's just as tough as you, ya know. Actually tougher. After all, she kicked your ass and took your title.
Quixote: Sorry I'm not up to speed with the third wave feminism manifesto. The only place I go rough on a woman is in bed. Not that you'll be finding that out.
Jenna: Wouldn't want to. By the way, the 1800s called. They want their attitudes back.
Quixote: Ouch. So no fun night for us, but let me cut a promo instead.
She sighs and pulls out a writing pad and pen, unaware that there's a drone filming us.
Quixote: If my reluctance to hurt a woman is "archaic", this zeitgeist's fucked. Ms. Monster disgusts me and I don't trust her as guest referee, but when my opportunity comes I'll destroy her purely on technical merits, not savagery. Monster... you screw me at Clash, I'm not going to maul you. I'll just take it as your public admission that I'm better than you. Obviously, you'd rather play with Cage and Wilds. They'll give you a rougher fight but far from a tougher one. It's in your interests that I lose.
Cage, you're a non factor. You showed up last week for your monthly mediocrity. Two weeks in a row is far too much for you. The "wrestler who loves wrestling" but only if it coincides with his menstrual cycle. Your words to me in your last promo were lazy so I'll reciprocate.
Jaice, sorry I didn't help you against your attackers last week. I couldn't wait the eternity it took for you to crawl to the back. Just as I'm reluctant to hurt a woman, it pains me to keep extinguishing the dying embers of your career. You deserve better. Why are you still in the 201 mix? Take Kennedy dancing, sort out your masked men problem and move on to a division where I won't have to keep putting you down.
Jenna (sarcastically): OK thanks.
You're welcome.
Phone rings. Always the wrong time.
Papa Giacomo (phone): Don't AW know the definition of insanity? What they doing? You beat Wilds and Cage convincingly last week. But somehow, you're booked against them AGAIN. You should already be 201 #1 contender, not least 'cuz you never lost your title; Wilds did. You've not been pinned, damnit! THAT'S insanity.
Quixote: Chill Papa. One man's insanity's another's practice. I need reps. The division took a collective snooze last week. Wilds and Cage were mildly more awake than Geisel, Spicy and Stein so I face them again. All good. AW's testing me, seeing if I get complacent... but I won't. This is just another step to getting my belt back.
Papa Giacomo: So why's Ms. Monster guest ref? I don't like that at all. There's something fishy there.
Quixote: Speaking of fishy, I'm in a restaurant Papa. My date's arrived. Gotta go.
I hang up. Out the corner of my eye, a brunette hovers cautiously. As I look, she spins around and turns her back to me sharply. A gorgeous back, I might add. I tap her on the shoulder.
Quixote: Hey, are you Jen?
Hesitating, she turns round. No way...
Quixote: Jenna Bauer?
Jenna: YOU'RE Penny's son?
Quixote: Small world. We never did get that McFlurry. Let's blow this place off and hit Maccie Ds. Way more romantic.
Jenna: Look, I don't date wrestlers. No offence. I have to leave.
Against better instincts, I follow.
Quixote: I get it. AW rules. How about we don't call this a date? Just a fun night out. I'll give you an interview too.
Jenna: Can't have a "fun night out" with a misogynist. Sorry.
Quixote: On what planet am I a misogynist?!
Jenna: I watched last week. You said you went easy on Ms. Monster because she's a... WOMAN?! You have any idea how sexist and archaic that is? She's just as tough as you, ya know. Actually tougher. After all, she kicked your ass and took your title.
Quixote: Sorry I'm not up to speed with the third wave feminism manifesto. The only place I go rough on a woman is in bed. Not that you'll be finding that out.
Jenna: Wouldn't want to. By the way, the 1800s called. They want their attitudes back.
Quixote: Ouch. So no fun night for us, but let me cut a promo instead.
She sighs and pulls out a writing pad and pen, unaware that there's a drone filming us.
Quixote: If my reluctance to hurt a woman is "archaic", this zeitgeist's fucked. Ms. Monster disgusts me and I don't trust her as guest referee, but when my opportunity comes I'll destroy her purely on technical merits, not savagery. Monster... you screw me at Clash, I'm not going to maul you. I'll just take it as your public admission that I'm better than you. Obviously, you'd rather play with Cage and Wilds. They'll give you a rougher fight but far from a tougher one. It's in your interests that I lose.
Cage, you're a non factor. You showed up last week for your monthly mediocrity. Two weeks in a row is far too much for you. The "wrestler who loves wrestling" but only if it coincides with his menstrual cycle. Your words to me in your last promo were lazy so I'll reciprocate.
Jaice, sorry I didn't help you against your attackers last week. I couldn't wait the eternity it took for you to crawl to the back. Just as I'm reluctant to hurt a woman, it pains me to keep extinguishing the dying embers of your career. You deserve better. Why are you still in the 201 mix? Take Kennedy dancing, sort out your masked men problem and move on to a division where I won't have to keep putting you down.
Jenna (sarcastically): OK thanks.
You're welcome.