Post by Thunder on Mar 16, 2014 22:40:01 GMT -5
Stacey struggled to pick up all the New York and Company bags from the trunk. There were only so many bags a human being can hold in their hands at one time. Whatever that limit was, she reached it.
"Would you mind helping me with the rest of these?" she asked.
"Sure," Michael said.
He reached into the trunk and grabbed the three remaining bags. Not expecting it to be so heavy, the wait sent his arms plummeting down to a much lower level than he anticipated.
"These are pretty heavy. Must be a lot of stuff in here."
"Well, I just couldn't decide between all of the stuff. It was very nice of you to let me have all of it."
"It's no problem at all," he said. "I hope it just makes you happy."
"Of course it does, honey. You're far too kind."
They headed inside the house. Having not bothered to place the bags down anywhere in particular, she dropped them right in the threshold. Michael promptly went down ass over teakettle on the bags. If it weren't for him getting his hands up, the landing on his face wouldn't have been pleasant.
"You didn't mess up any of the items, did you?"
"No."
Michael almost chastised her for not caring about his landing, but he quickly forgot about it. She was already out in the kitchen pouring herself an adult beverage.
"You're drinking already?" he asked. "It's like noon."
"Why the hell not? I've got nothing else to do today. You want any?"
"No thanks, I'll pass."
Stacey was halfway through her drink when she sat down next to Michael on the couch. She immediately took the remote out of his hands and put on a show of her choosing.
"So you don't mind watching Aaron while I go off for TV this week? It's going to be especially important for you to do that for Superbrawl. I'm going to need to focus real hard since it's a huge deal. It's what I've been waiting for."
"It seems pretty stupid to me."
"It's not stupid at all," he said. "That's how I've made my living. It's been my life."
"I thought you were smarter than that, but I guess maybe not." Somehow, she was able to move on from such an incredulous statement. "But yes, I have no problem watching him. He doesn't seem like too much of brat, so it might not be too bad. Plus, it's better than that bitch known as your sister watching."
For a moment, Michael almost snapped back into reality at that sentence.
Almost.
~ ~
Robin, in many ways, felt a little uncomfortable about going to Stacy's father to talk. Even in theory it sounded odd, and sitting across from him in the coffee shop only added to the strange nature of it. She wondered if anyone thought they were a poorly mismatched item, and sure hoped not.
"I just hope you don't feel weird about doing this," Henry said, as if reading her mind. "As strange as my relationship has been with Michael, I still care about him and know that he sometimes needs guidance."
"Yeah, and I really appreciate that."
"But I'm not exactly sure how I can help with the situation you described to me. If he's with a woman who doesn't like you, there's not exactly anything you can do about that."
"Well, there's more to it than that," Robin said. "And that's where you come in."
"You'll have to explain. I don't follow."
"Would you find it odd that Michael, who had been unable to get over Stacy's death, and attempt to have any kind of a healthy relationship, would fall so in love with a girl after one meeting that he's now flying her out from a foreign country to here? And that he trusts her enough to babysit her son already despite knowing nothing about her?"
"Yes, that would raise some red flags," Henry said. "Especially the part about my grandson. And it is totally unlike him."
"And would it make a lot more sense to you why he became so attached if I told you her name was Stacey?"
"You're kidding."
"I am not," Robin said.
"And you really think that's the reason for this whole attachment?"
"It's the only thing I can think of. She's the complete anthesis of everything he likes, except for the name."
"Yeah, that's not good at all. And you honestly don't think she's good for him?"
"Not at all. You know what, why don't you find a way to meet her at the house? Then you'll see what she's like and you'll truly believe Michael needs a talking to."
"I guess that's worth a shot," he said. "I suppose I owe it to Michael to get him help if he needs it. How do I got about this?"
"He'll be leaving for the next TV show in a day or two. Once he's gone, stop over the house like you don't know he's gone, and then you'll be right in there alone with her."
"I guess I'll do that," Henry said. "I just wish I knew what I was getting myself into."
~ ~
There's nothing the WFWF loves more than conflict. And what better way to create conflict than to have people who don't like each other being forced to team together? You can almost bet money that it's going to happen. You just know that rivals are bound to face off prior to the match.
And that's the situation I'm in. I'm going to find myself on the same side of the ring as Trace Demon, Crow and Shawn Malakai. If I was looking for guys to have my back in the field of battle, these wouldn't exactly be my top choices. None of them are fond of me, and all of them are out to kill me in just a couple of weeks.
Look at who you've got on my team. There's Crow, who's completely insane and crazy. And then you've got . . . well actually, Malakai and Demon are crazy too. So maybe they're all on an even playing field after all.
And by the way, some would try to accuse me of being crazy too. But they're idiots. Don't listen to them. I'm the only one you need to listen to anyway. Trust me.
So let's take a look at the big headline: can they work together? Will they coexist? Or will they self destruct? Will Cross, Nitta, Devilkiller and Dex take advantage of the volatile situation?
For me, all those questions can be answered pretty easily. This isn't the first time I've been stuck with people that hate me. I'm going to hold up my end of the bargain and do what I do best: deliver. I will go out there and set ourselves up for victory.
If those other three guys want to let petty problems and egos get in our way, that's their problem. I'm going to do my best, but I can't account for all that dead weight.
As for that dead weight, I'll deal with it at Superbrawl. I'm one step closer to the title, to my destiny. So pay attention, partners. The master you're going to see in the ring is the same guy who will win the title at Superbrawl. Take notes, there will be a test later.
"Would you mind helping me with the rest of these?" she asked.
"Sure," Michael said.
He reached into the trunk and grabbed the three remaining bags. Not expecting it to be so heavy, the wait sent his arms plummeting down to a much lower level than he anticipated.
"These are pretty heavy. Must be a lot of stuff in here."
"Well, I just couldn't decide between all of the stuff. It was very nice of you to let me have all of it."
"It's no problem at all," he said. "I hope it just makes you happy."
"Of course it does, honey. You're far too kind."
They headed inside the house. Having not bothered to place the bags down anywhere in particular, she dropped them right in the threshold. Michael promptly went down ass over teakettle on the bags. If it weren't for him getting his hands up, the landing on his face wouldn't have been pleasant.
"You didn't mess up any of the items, did you?"
"No."
Michael almost chastised her for not caring about his landing, but he quickly forgot about it. She was already out in the kitchen pouring herself an adult beverage.
"You're drinking already?" he asked. "It's like noon."
"Why the hell not? I've got nothing else to do today. You want any?"
"No thanks, I'll pass."
Stacey was halfway through her drink when she sat down next to Michael on the couch. She immediately took the remote out of his hands and put on a show of her choosing.
"So you don't mind watching Aaron while I go off for TV this week? It's going to be especially important for you to do that for Superbrawl. I'm going to need to focus real hard since it's a huge deal. It's what I've been waiting for."
"It seems pretty stupid to me."
"It's not stupid at all," he said. "That's how I've made my living. It's been my life."
"I thought you were smarter than that, but I guess maybe not." Somehow, she was able to move on from such an incredulous statement. "But yes, I have no problem watching him. He doesn't seem like too much of brat, so it might not be too bad. Plus, it's better than that bitch known as your sister watching."
For a moment, Michael almost snapped back into reality at that sentence.
Almost.
~ ~
Robin, in many ways, felt a little uncomfortable about going to Stacy's father to talk. Even in theory it sounded odd, and sitting across from him in the coffee shop only added to the strange nature of it. She wondered if anyone thought they were a poorly mismatched item, and sure hoped not.
"I just hope you don't feel weird about doing this," Henry said, as if reading her mind. "As strange as my relationship has been with Michael, I still care about him and know that he sometimes needs guidance."
"Yeah, and I really appreciate that."
"But I'm not exactly sure how I can help with the situation you described to me. If he's with a woman who doesn't like you, there's not exactly anything you can do about that."
"Well, there's more to it than that," Robin said. "And that's where you come in."
"You'll have to explain. I don't follow."
"Would you find it odd that Michael, who had been unable to get over Stacy's death, and attempt to have any kind of a healthy relationship, would fall so in love with a girl after one meeting that he's now flying her out from a foreign country to here? And that he trusts her enough to babysit her son already despite knowing nothing about her?"
"Yes, that would raise some red flags," Henry said. "Especially the part about my grandson. And it is totally unlike him."
"And would it make a lot more sense to you why he became so attached if I told you her name was Stacey?"
"You're kidding."
"I am not," Robin said.
"And you really think that's the reason for this whole attachment?"
"It's the only thing I can think of. She's the complete anthesis of everything he likes, except for the name."
"Yeah, that's not good at all. And you honestly don't think she's good for him?"
"Not at all. You know what, why don't you find a way to meet her at the house? Then you'll see what she's like and you'll truly believe Michael needs a talking to."
"I guess that's worth a shot," he said. "I suppose I owe it to Michael to get him help if he needs it. How do I got about this?"
"He'll be leaving for the next TV show in a day or two. Once he's gone, stop over the house like you don't know he's gone, and then you'll be right in there alone with her."
"I guess I'll do that," Henry said. "I just wish I knew what I was getting myself into."
~ ~
There's nothing the WFWF loves more than conflict. And what better way to create conflict than to have people who don't like each other being forced to team together? You can almost bet money that it's going to happen. You just know that rivals are bound to face off prior to the match.
And that's the situation I'm in. I'm going to find myself on the same side of the ring as Trace Demon, Crow and Shawn Malakai. If I was looking for guys to have my back in the field of battle, these wouldn't exactly be my top choices. None of them are fond of me, and all of them are out to kill me in just a couple of weeks.
Look at who you've got on my team. There's Crow, who's completely insane and crazy. And then you've got . . . well actually, Malakai and Demon are crazy too. So maybe they're all on an even playing field after all.
And by the way, some would try to accuse me of being crazy too. But they're idiots. Don't listen to them. I'm the only one you need to listen to anyway. Trust me.
So let's take a look at the big headline: can they work together? Will they coexist? Or will they self destruct? Will Cross, Nitta, Devilkiller and Dex take advantage of the volatile situation?
For me, all those questions can be answered pretty easily. This isn't the first time I've been stuck with people that hate me. I'm going to hold up my end of the bargain and do what I do best: deliver. I will go out there and set ourselves up for victory.
If those other three guys want to let petty problems and egos get in our way, that's their problem. I'm going to do my best, but I can't account for all that dead weight.
As for that dead weight, I'll deal with it at Superbrawl. I'm one step closer to the title, to my destiny. So pay attention, partners. The master you're going to see in the ring is the same guy who will win the title at Superbrawl. Take notes, there will be a test later.