Post by Buck U Productions on Mar 20, 2016 22:37:27 GMT
“Ms O’Neal, we’ll be ready to film in 5 minutes.”
“Ok, thank you, Peetyuk.”
I’m checking myself one last time in the mirror, when Eli comes walking up, wearing his mask. He wraps his arms around me and gives me a peck on the cheek.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Charlie? I’m sure Brute and I can handle this one ourselves.”
Last night after our eye opening talk with Brute, I told him about the miscarriage. He held me while I cried and told me it was going to be fine. His reaction made me wish had told him sooner because he never ceases to amaze me how sweet he can be. He might be a bit of a psycho at times but he’s all mine.
I turn to kiss him back and offer him a smile, before taking him by the hand and leading him to where the camera has been set up. I’ll be fine, I tell myself. When I see Brute waiting for us I realize that we’ll all be fine, Pollomania better watch out because they won’t know what hit them.
***
Charlotte and Tiger Mask Red stand in front of the Embassy banner with Brutus Smith looming behind them.
“Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Charlotte O’Neal, and I am the advocate for the Canadian Embassy Misfits. Now usually, I simply stand in my clients’ corner and cheer them on as they crush their opponents in the ring but on March 23rd, in the ‘City of Brotherly Love’, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, I will be joining my husband here, Tiger Mask Red, in a match against the team of Strange Brew. This match was arranged by none other than the man that my husband will beat on April 13th to regain his Supremo Championship, El Vainillo!”
“Hey, Vanilla Bean,” Tiger Mask Red continues, “Let me talk at you for a moment. You think you’re pretty clever putting us in this match, don’t you? See this is nothing but a glorified handicap match because you and everyone out there knows that I’m not about to let those two rejects from a dying company lay a finger on Charlie’s beautiful head. If you had booked me in a match against any other tag team in Pollomania, I might be in trouble, but this is Strange Brew. This team wasn’t even good enough to qualify for the Tag Grand Prix. Not only am I not going to have a problem beating True North Ant and Philly Cheese Snake, I’m going to pull a Babe Ruth, and call my home run. I will pin Philly Cheese Snake, in front of all his friends and family, and I will do it with a Tiger Suplex.”
“I am Brute.”
The giant starts laughing, as he stands there cracking his huge knuckle. Tiger Mask Red smiles and slaps him on his chest.
“Oh yes,” Charlotte says, holding up a finger to the camera, “we almost forgot. I’m sure that Mr. Ant and Mr. Snake were hoping to get their hands on Brute. Well boys, you might just get your chance. I’m sure that most of the Pollomania Universe out there has forgotten that he is a licensed bodyguard; which means that he is allowed to be in the corner for every match that any of the other member of the Misfits. So on March 23rd , in Philadelphia, at “If You Want Fries With That…”, Agent Brutus Smith, of the Canadian Embassy in Mexico, will be in OUR corner to watch Tiger Mask Red defeat and humiliate the team of Strange Brew.”
“And Charlie Girl,” Tiger says, laughing, “maybe I’ll even let you get in a few kicks while I’m at it. TNA, Philly, you simply don’t stand a chance against me, and who knows, maybe this time both of you will get carried out on stretcher. That’s not an insult, that’s fact of life!”
“Strange Brew,” Charlotte concludes, with a smile, “welcome to the jungle.”
***
“And cut,” Peetyuk calls, “Great job, you three!”
“Thanks Peet,” Eli says, as he takes me by the hand and leads me away.
Brute walks with us for a little while until we come to the hall leading off to his room. He takes my head in his massive hands and kisses me lightly on the cheek and lowers his head down so only the two of us can hear him.
“Remember what I told you,” he whispers, “our plan begins with the destruction of Strange Brew. Bring them to their knees and soon we’ll be able to take over Pollomania once and for all.”
He pats Eli lightly on the back and then heads off to his room. We watch him go until he opens his door, then head off for our own room.
Once inside, Eli kisses me warmly and tells me he’s going to run a warm bath for me. I smile as I watch him walk into the bathroom and I realize that I really am going to be ok.
(840 words)
*Writer’s note: Since we were allowed to do 1000 RPs for this show I took advantage of it this one time, otherwise I would have had to cut out some stuff I wanted to throw in to finish up this arc without having to write one more. For those wondering, I will reveal what Brute told Charlotte and Tiger/Eli… eventually.*
“Ok, thank you, Peetyuk.”
I’m checking myself one last time in the mirror, when Eli comes walking up, wearing his mask. He wraps his arms around me and gives me a peck on the cheek.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Charlie? I’m sure Brute and I can handle this one ourselves.”
Last night after our eye opening talk with Brute, I told him about the miscarriage. He held me while I cried and told me it was going to be fine. His reaction made me wish had told him sooner because he never ceases to amaze me how sweet he can be. He might be a bit of a psycho at times but he’s all mine.
I turn to kiss him back and offer him a smile, before taking him by the hand and leading him to where the camera has been set up. I’ll be fine, I tell myself. When I see Brute waiting for us I realize that we’ll all be fine, Pollomania better watch out because they won’t know what hit them.
***
Charlotte and Tiger Mask Red stand in front of the Embassy banner with Brutus Smith looming behind them.
“Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Charlotte O’Neal, and I am the advocate for the Canadian Embassy Misfits. Now usually, I simply stand in my clients’ corner and cheer them on as they crush their opponents in the ring but on March 23rd, in the ‘City of Brotherly Love’, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, I will be joining my husband here, Tiger Mask Red, in a match against the team of Strange Brew. This match was arranged by none other than the man that my husband will beat on April 13th to regain his Supremo Championship, El Vainillo!”
“Hey, Vanilla Bean,” Tiger Mask Red continues, “Let me talk at you for a moment. You think you’re pretty clever putting us in this match, don’t you? See this is nothing but a glorified handicap match because you and everyone out there knows that I’m not about to let those two rejects from a dying company lay a finger on Charlie’s beautiful head. If you had booked me in a match against any other tag team in Pollomania, I might be in trouble, but this is Strange Brew. This team wasn’t even good enough to qualify for the Tag Grand Prix. Not only am I not going to have a problem beating True North Ant and Philly Cheese Snake, I’m going to pull a Babe Ruth, and call my home run. I will pin Philly Cheese Snake, in front of all his friends and family, and I will do it with a Tiger Suplex.”
“I am Brute.”
The giant starts laughing, as he stands there cracking his huge knuckle. Tiger Mask Red smiles and slaps him on his chest.
“Oh yes,” Charlotte says, holding up a finger to the camera, “we almost forgot. I’m sure that Mr. Ant and Mr. Snake were hoping to get their hands on Brute. Well boys, you might just get your chance. I’m sure that most of the Pollomania Universe out there has forgotten that he is a licensed bodyguard; which means that he is allowed to be in the corner for every match that any of the other member of the Misfits. So on March 23rd , in Philadelphia, at “If You Want Fries With That…”, Agent Brutus Smith, of the Canadian Embassy in Mexico, will be in OUR corner to watch Tiger Mask Red defeat and humiliate the team of Strange Brew.”
“And Charlie Girl,” Tiger says, laughing, “maybe I’ll even let you get in a few kicks while I’m at it. TNA, Philly, you simply don’t stand a chance against me, and who knows, maybe this time both of you will get carried out on stretcher. That’s not an insult, that’s fact of life!”
“Strange Brew,” Charlotte concludes, with a smile, “welcome to the jungle.”
***
“And cut,” Peetyuk calls, “Great job, you three!”
“Thanks Peet,” Eli says, as he takes me by the hand and leads me away.
Brute walks with us for a little while until we come to the hall leading off to his room. He takes my head in his massive hands and kisses me lightly on the cheek and lowers his head down so only the two of us can hear him.
“Remember what I told you,” he whispers, “our plan begins with the destruction of Strange Brew. Bring them to their knees and soon we’ll be able to take over Pollomania once and for all.”
He pats Eli lightly on the back and then heads off to his room. We watch him go until he opens his door, then head off for our own room.
Once inside, Eli kisses me warmly and tells me he’s going to run a warm bath for me. I smile as I watch him walk into the bathroom and I realize that I really am going to be ok.
(840 words)
*Writer’s note: Since we were allowed to do 1000 RPs for this show I took advantage of it this one time, otherwise I would have had to cut out some stuff I wanted to throw in to finish up this arc without having to write one more. For those wondering, I will reveal what Brute told Charlotte and Tiger/Eli… eventually.*