Post by tigermaskred on Apr 28, 2016 19:14:57 GMT
“How dare you sign up for this fucking tournament in Japan without asking me first! You damn well know we’ve got a lot going on here.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re gorgeous when you’re angry?”
My wife and manager, Charlotte O’Neal, tosses a pillow at me, striking me across the face. I laugh at her while rubbing my cheek. I know I shouldn’t tease her when she’s worked up like
this but it’s so much fun. Besides, getting her worked up is giving me the time I need to come up with a good answer; I need to sell this really well, otherwise she’ll nix the whole thing.
“Stop that,” she snaps, “I’m being serious!”
Getting up off the couch, I walk over and wrap my arms around her. Charlie struggles at first but quickly leans into my chest. I start kissing her on the neck and she starts laughing. She stomps on my toes, causing me to let go of her and she takes the opportunity to push me back on the couch and jump on my lap. I let out a loud groan as she lands on me.
“Oh baby, you know I like it rough!”
“I said stop that,” she says, punching me in the arm, “You better have some good reasons for going or you’ll be sleeping on this couch tonight!”
I make a point of rubbing my arm a bit overdramatically and do my best not to smile. It’s now or never.
“You really want to know? Charlie, I’m not feeling challenged right now. I’ve held over a half dozen titles in the last year, which should make me feel satisfied but it doesn’t.”
Looking her straight in the eyes, I make my hard pitch.
“There’s something missing, Charlie, I want to conquer new worlds and prove I’m as good as I say that I am. I know you’re pissed that I want to go back to Japan but there’s a lot of talk about NJFC and the more I hear about it, the more I get excited about going.”
“And you need to do this with Frank ‘D.C.’ Wiland?”
Despite myself, I smirk at her.
“What can I say; great minds think alike and I can’t think of a better person to partner with.”
Charlie snorts and rolls her eyes at me.
“I still think you’re crazy for wanting to go.”
“You may be right,” I start singing, “I may be crazy, but it just may be a lunatic you're looking for”
She groans and tries to get up but I wrap my arms around her and continue singing to her.
“Turn out the light, don't try to save me. You may be wrong for all I know but you may be right!”
She smiles and kisses me hard. I know I’ve got her consent, she doesn’t even have to tell; Charlie has never been able to resist the song I used to propose to her with. As she gets up off my lap and beckons me to follow her to the bedroom I silently thank Billy Joel those lyrics that have gotten me off the hook so many times.
***
Tiger Mask Red sits at his computer, looking over the list of teams participating in the GPC Tag Team Title Tournament.
““World’s Most Dangerous Team”? Jeez, like that’s a really original name. A couple of French mimes? What are they going to do, lock their opponents in an invisible box? Talk about a couple of clowns that the boys running Pollomania’s syndicated show wouldn’t even book. Good Lord, looking at all these hosers! What a bunch of clowns, and they mock me for wearing a mask.”
He turns and looks at the camera.
“See I earned this mask. I started my career here in Japan, I worked my way through the dojo and busted my ass for over a year night in and night out until finally my sensei, the man once known as Red Tiger Mask, gave me this mask and handed down his legacy to me. I’ve always considered Japan to be my home away from home and I take pride in my training. So when I see all these teams coming to NJFC to fight in this tournament, well, it makes part of me want to puke! So I’ve reached out to my good friend, D.C. Wiland, who despite all his bravado respects this great country and we plan to beat everyone of these half-wit teams and become the first ever GPC Tag Team Champions. Deezy and I don’t care who it is that we have to beat on our way to taking home those titles; whether it’s the so-called “Rebellion” or the alleged “World’s Finest”, they’re all in for a ‘Rudo Awakening’.”
He looks back at the computer screen and shakes his head.
““WildLin”? What kind of fucking name is that? “Beautiful People”? If they’re anything like my sister then they don’t have brains to go along with their looks. I mean, didn’t NJFC check out some of these teams before they allowed them to enter the tournament?”
He lets out a long sigh and looks back at the camera.
“Let’s face facts; none of these teams can hold a candle to the greatness that it “The Usual Rudos”. NFJC, you can throw all these lame ass teams at Wiland and me, one after another, and we’ll knock them right back down. That’s not an insult, that’s a damn fact of life!”
He takes one last look at the computer before turning it off.
“Where do they find these fools?”
Fade to black.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re gorgeous when you’re angry?”
My wife and manager, Charlotte O’Neal, tosses a pillow at me, striking me across the face. I laugh at her while rubbing my cheek. I know I shouldn’t tease her when she’s worked up like
this but it’s so much fun. Besides, getting her worked up is giving me the time I need to come up with a good answer; I need to sell this really well, otherwise she’ll nix the whole thing.
“Stop that,” she snaps, “I’m being serious!”
Getting up off the couch, I walk over and wrap my arms around her. Charlie struggles at first but quickly leans into my chest. I start kissing her on the neck and she starts laughing. She stomps on my toes, causing me to let go of her and she takes the opportunity to push me back on the couch and jump on my lap. I let out a loud groan as she lands on me.
“Oh baby, you know I like it rough!”
“I said stop that,” she says, punching me in the arm, “You better have some good reasons for going or you’ll be sleeping on this couch tonight!”
I make a point of rubbing my arm a bit overdramatically and do my best not to smile. It’s now or never.
“You really want to know? Charlie, I’m not feeling challenged right now. I’ve held over a half dozen titles in the last year, which should make me feel satisfied but it doesn’t.”
Looking her straight in the eyes, I make my hard pitch.
“There’s something missing, Charlie, I want to conquer new worlds and prove I’m as good as I say that I am. I know you’re pissed that I want to go back to Japan but there’s a lot of talk about NJFC and the more I hear about it, the more I get excited about going.”
“And you need to do this with Frank ‘D.C.’ Wiland?”
Despite myself, I smirk at her.
“What can I say; great minds think alike and I can’t think of a better person to partner with.”
Charlie snorts and rolls her eyes at me.
“I still think you’re crazy for wanting to go.”
“You may be right,” I start singing, “I may be crazy, but it just may be a lunatic you're looking for”
She groans and tries to get up but I wrap my arms around her and continue singing to her.
“Turn out the light, don't try to save me. You may be wrong for all I know but you may be right!”
She smiles and kisses me hard. I know I’ve got her consent, she doesn’t even have to tell; Charlie has never been able to resist the song I used to propose to her with. As she gets up off my lap and beckons me to follow her to the bedroom I silently thank Billy Joel those lyrics that have gotten me off the hook so many times.
***
Tiger Mask Red sits at his computer, looking over the list of teams participating in the GPC Tag Team Title Tournament.
““World’s Most Dangerous Team”? Jeez, like that’s a really original name. A couple of French mimes? What are they going to do, lock their opponents in an invisible box? Talk about a couple of clowns that the boys running Pollomania’s syndicated show wouldn’t even book. Good Lord, looking at all these hosers! What a bunch of clowns, and they mock me for wearing a mask.”
He turns and looks at the camera.
“See I earned this mask. I started my career here in Japan, I worked my way through the dojo and busted my ass for over a year night in and night out until finally my sensei, the man once known as Red Tiger Mask, gave me this mask and handed down his legacy to me. I’ve always considered Japan to be my home away from home and I take pride in my training. So when I see all these teams coming to NJFC to fight in this tournament, well, it makes part of me want to puke! So I’ve reached out to my good friend, D.C. Wiland, who despite all his bravado respects this great country and we plan to beat everyone of these half-wit teams and become the first ever GPC Tag Team Champions. Deezy and I don’t care who it is that we have to beat on our way to taking home those titles; whether it’s the so-called “Rebellion” or the alleged “World’s Finest”, they’re all in for a ‘Rudo Awakening’.”
He looks back at the computer screen and shakes his head.
““WildLin”? What kind of fucking name is that? “Beautiful People”? If they’re anything like my sister then they don’t have brains to go along with their looks. I mean, didn’t NJFC check out some of these teams before they allowed them to enter the tournament?”
He lets out a long sigh and looks back at the camera.
“Let’s face facts; none of these teams can hold a candle to the greatness that it “The Usual Rudos”. NFJC, you can throw all these lame ass teams at Wiland and me, one after another, and we’ll knock them right back down. That’s not an insult, that’s a damn fact of life!”
He takes one last look at the computer before turning it off.
“Where do they find these fools?”
Fade to black.
