Post by Buck U Productions on Jun 12, 2016 7:38:56 GMT
I hear my brother get up in the middle of the night and go into the living room. Charlie tells me that he does this almost every night now; wakes up and goes to watch that match on his computer. Lying quietly in the guest room, I listen to the Pollo Playhouse Match. Charlie’s told me that he hasn’t been able to get it out of his head; that it seems to eat away at him some nights.
“He’s obsessed about it, Holly,” Charlie told me, after dinner, “I think he’s looking for some kind of closure. Hopefully when you and he win the Tag Team Titles, he’ll find it and will be able to move on.”
The computer is loud enough that when Zargnax shoots Tiggie in the face, it startles me and I jump. I don’t need to watch it again to remember how it made me feel to watch it live. The sense of hopelessness I felt as I saw Charlie rush into the ring with those attendants to try to help him as he covered his burnt face and screamed in pain.
I hear him get up off the couch and go to get a drink of water. After a few minutes, Charlie calls him and he goes back to bed. Quietly, I sneak out of the room they let me use when I’m staying in their apartment and I slip into the living room.
There’s part of me that still feels that it was my fault. Everyone tells me otherwise, but if I hadn’t been so obsessed with that stupid wooden guy and proven to be liability, maybe Brute and my brother would have kept me on their team for the Pollo Playhouse Match instead of replacing me with that dust-farting dinosaur, Nirvana. I don’t care how good he used to be, he let my brother down and I’m sure that if I had been in that match it would have ended differently.
The gentle sound of breathing from their bedroom lets me know that Tiggie has finally fallen asleep. That brings me some comfort as I use my flashlight app on my phone to move around the apartment. I stop at my brother’s growing trophy case. In it are replicas of every title that he’s ever help, including the Supremo Championship.
It really hurt Tiggie the way that he lost it, in Mom’s home town. He was left with so many questions after that night and even though he finally got revenge on Orion, by making him take off his mask, it just didn’t seem to be enough.
I know that Daddy’s been really rough on him lately, always critizing him and telling him he’s not working hard enough. No one knows this but I hate when Daddy does that; I want to scream at him and make him stop, but despite what anybody thinks, I’m a good girl and good girls don’t talk back to their fathers. No, the only thing I can do is try to help my brother so Daddy will be proud of him again.
Turning off the flashlight on my phone, I slowly make my way back to the guest bedroom.
I know that Tiggie wants to make Zargnax pay for what he did, accident or not, but I know that he’s telling me the truth when he says he wants to help me win my first championship. Has there ever been a brother and sister team that’s one a tag team championship together? It would be kind of cool if we were the ones to do it, even if I doubt that we would be the first.
So I help Tiggie beat Zargnax and Algie; we win the Twin Eggs Championships; Daddy is proud of him for helping his Princess win her first champion; and as some stupid British dude would say, “Bob’s your uncle!” Whatever that’s supposed to mean!
As I get back into bed, I admit that probably well be a lot harder than that, Zargnax is pretty talented for an alien and someone told me that Algie knows how to wrestle so good because she can read people’s minds and learn all their moves, or something like that. I don’t know, that last part sounds too farfetched for me. There’s got to be a way to beat them, but how?
Before I can give that question much thought, I feel my eyes drifting shut and I fall asleep. I guess we’ll figure that out tomorrow.
“He’s obsessed about it, Holly,” Charlie told me, after dinner, “I think he’s looking for some kind of closure. Hopefully when you and he win the Tag Team Titles, he’ll find it and will be able to move on.”
The computer is loud enough that when Zargnax shoots Tiggie in the face, it startles me and I jump. I don’t need to watch it again to remember how it made me feel to watch it live. The sense of hopelessness I felt as I saw Charlie rush into the ring with those attendants to try to help him as he covered his burnt face and screamed in pain.
I hear him get up off the couch and go to get a drink of water. After a few minutes, Charlie calls him and he goes back to bed. Quietly, I sneak out of the room they let me use when I’m staying in their apartment and I slip into the living room.
There’s part of me that still feels that it was my fault. Everyone tells me otherwise, but if I hadn’t been so obsessed with that stupid wooden guy and proven to be liability, maybe Brute and my brother would have kept me on their team for the Pollo Playhouse Match instead of replacing me with that dust-farting dinosaur, Nirvana. I don’t care how good he used to be, he let my brother down and I’m sure that if I had been in that match it would have ended differently.
The gentle sound of breathing from their bedroom lets me know that Tiggie has finally fallen asleep. That brings me some comfort as I use my flashlight app on my phone to move around the apartment. I stop at my brother’s growing trophy case. In it are replicas of every title that he’s ever help, including the Supremo Championship.
It really hurt Tiggie the way that he lost it, in Mom’s home town. He was left with so many questions after that night and even though he finally got revenge on Orion, by making him take off his mask, it just didn’t seem to be enough.
I know that Daddy’s been really rough on him lately, always critizing him and telling him he’s not working hard enough. No one knows this but I hate when Daddy does that; I want to scream at him and make him stop, but despite what anybody thinks, I’m a good girl and good girls don’t talk back to their fathers. No, the only thing I can do is try to help my brother so Daddy will be proud of him again.
Turning off the flashlight on my phone, I slowly make my way back to the guest bedroom.
I know that Tiggie wants to make Zargnax pay for what he did, accident or not, but I know that he’s telling me the truth when he says he wants to help me win my first championship. Has there ever been a brother and sister team that’s one a tag team championship together? It would be kind of cool if we were the ones to do it, even if I doubt that we would be the first.
So I help Tiggie beat Zargnax and Algie; we win the Twin Eggs Championships; Daddy is proud of him for helping his Princess win her first champion; and as some stupid British dude would say, “Bob’s your uncle!” Whatever that’s supposed to mean!
As I get back into bed, I admit that probably well be a lot harder than that, Zargnax is pretty talented for an alien and someone told me that Algie knows how to wrestle so good because she can read people’s minds and learn all their moves, or something like that. I don’t know, that last part sounds too farfetched for me. There’s got to be a way to beat them, but how?
Before I can give that question much thought, I feel my eyes drifting shut and I fall asleep. I guess we’ll figure that out tomorrow.