Post by bad guy™ on Apr 24, 2015 19:08:44 GMT -5
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Everything's Gonna Be Alright
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Pulling up to the house, it’s been a while since he’s seen her. At least a week. Tis part of the life he’s so chosen though.
To think: just a few months before this, he didn’t even know she existed. It came as a shock.
Samael finishes the last drag of his cigarette, putting the butt out in the ashtray. He rolls down his windows to let the smoke out, shuts off the car, pulls out the keys and opens the door, the security buzzer going. He shuts the door and walks over to the gate, the screeching of it causing Sam to just hop it instead of opening it. He looks over the other side of the fence, an older person staring him down. He raises his arm, waving, the old person not understanding what exactly’s going on.
"She mustn’t be close with her neighbors."
Jumping the three porch steps, Sam knocks on the screen door, A woman opens the door.
Phoe: Hey, Sam.
Samael: Hey. Anna ready?
Phoe: Almost. Come in for a second?
Samael: Sure.
She unlocks the screen door and lets him in, Sam closing the door behind him. The two start walking down the hall.
Phoe: She’s finishing packing her clothes.
Samael: You two didn’t think about this a couple of weeks ago when I invited her?
Phoe: She’s a little girl, Sam. Be happy she made up her mind about anything. You’ve only been in her life for a few months.
Samael: Not fair. Wasn’t exactly my fault, you know.
Phoe: Didn’t say it was. Still.
Samael: Yeah, I guess.
"Bitch."
Phoe: So why all the interest in taking Anna to Phoenix?
Samael: Because my daughter, the one you kept from me for years, actually likes me. Good cover, by the way.
Phoe: Cover?
Samael: Telling her I was her father before you bothered telling me. Watching me on the tele every week; listening to me talk with Alecia and Cam so she could hear her dad’s voice, then say the reason I wasn’t around was because I was so busy with the show. A crock of sh*t, but very smart.
Sam opens the fridge and pulls out a water, cracking the cap and taking a swig.
Samael: You thought she didn’t tell me those things, didn’t you? Because truth be told I would have had the world to do with her if you would have told me. And the worst part? You knew that. I may be troubled. I may have had my issues with you. You may have had your issues with me. But you KNOW me, Phoebe. You know me better than ANYONE. You know the kind of person I am. I would have been upset that you kept it from me as long as you did, which I still was when you finally told me. But I would have given OUR daughter a good life. You’re doing a great job raising her, but if a kid can have both parents in the picture they’re better off. So we’re at each other’s throats?
He takes another swig.
Samael: That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have given me a chance sooner. There’s a few things a father can teach a daughter. Like how to be treated and respected.
Phoe: And her mother can’t teach her those things?
Samael: One of these days, Anna’s gonna find out the reason her father wasn’t in her life all these years was because her mother was too busy knocking boots with other guys instead of working on relationship problems.
Phoe: You wouldn’t dare…
Samael: Nah. I’m not heartless. That’s gonna be your job. And frankly I can’t wait.
Anna: Can’t wait for what?
Sam shoots around and gets down on his knee as he smiles at where the little voice came from.
Samael: Daddy daughter vacation!
Anna: I thought I was gonna go to work with you?
Samael: You are. Come here.
Anna runs at Sam and throws her little arms around his neck, Sam hoisting her up with his good arm.
Samael: Doesn’t mean we can’t have some vacation time! You got your bags?
Anna: Can I meet Kirkbride and Drakz!
"The Saint and the Sinner. This girl’s got problems. AND that wasn’t a question, a stone demand. Yep. She’s mine."
Sam turns around to see Phoebe’s face, slightly horrified. He turns back around.
Samael: You want to meet some very…interesting people. Why them?
Anna: They’re my favorites.
Samael: And what about your dad?
Anna: I knew them before you. They’re my favorites.
Everything around Sam goes black, he turns cartooney and has a strike of lightning hit him, in his mind killing him. Very kawaii looking. In reality, he puts on a thinking face.
Samael: We’ll see. It’s a big weekend love. No idea who will have time to meet with fans, even if you’re the best.
Anna: Can I at least hold the title?
Samael: Well you’re the real champ after all. Where’s your bag?
Anna: Door.
Sam gets in three point stance, and as he’s getting up, he says…
Samael: RACE YA.
Anna takes off to the front door, Sam pulling himself to his feet and turning around to face Phoe.
Phoe: Is it really safe to take her around…the people you’re always around?
Samael: Haven’t heard you complaining the last few months since I started sending you child support. ‘Those people’ result in a paycheck, which gives my daughter a better life.
Phoe: I meant the midget friend of yours, and your partner.
Sam starts walking back towards the door, Phoe behind him.
Samael: Tugarin is about as dangerous as a declawed kitten when he’s not letting others think for him.
Phoe: That doesn’t sound very stable.
Samael: Would I be dumb enough to get myself involved with someone I felt wasn’t safe?
Phoe: Do you remember how we met?
Sam looks at his busted hand, an intense pain taking over his arm.
Samael: That was an…extenuating circumstance. And as for Don, well, Anna’s bigger than him. I needn’t say more about it.
Sam grabs Anna’s bag and throws it onto his shoulder.
Samael: Look, you’re her mother. You’re not gonna believe that everything is ok until she’s back in this house in a couple of days. And I couldn’t respect that any more than I do. But as much as you’re her mother, I’m her father. Maybe I haven’t had nearly as much time with her as I’ve wanted, or maybe too much for your want. I would never let anything happen to my daughter. And the sooner you get that through your head, the better we’ll be.
The two get to the door, where Anna is leaning against the pillar on the porch waiting for Sam. He smiles as he walks through the door.
Samael: You ready, Anna?
Anna: Yep!
Samael: Good. Give your mom a hug, I’m putting your bag in the car.
Anna runs to her mother as Sam walks down to the gate, opening the creaky piece of metal and setting her bag next to his in the trunk, pulling his title out from his. He slams the trunk closed and looks up at the porch, lighting up a cigarette as he watches his daughter and baby-mama say their goodbyes.
"I don’t blame her for being afraid; I’m not in the best company. But to insinuate that I would put my daughter in any harm…it’s heartbreaking."
Anna takes off down the steps and out the gate.
Samael: Ready?
Anna: Ready.
Sam holds out his hand for a high five. He opens up the back door of his car and gets Anna in and in a seatbelt.
Phoe: **from the porch** I want here to call me four times a day, got it?
Samael: I was gonna say six.
Sam gets to his door and leans against it, facing his ex wife on the porch. She has a hurting look on her face. Sam looks down at the car then up to her.
Samael: It’ll be ok.
She smiles. Sam knocks lightly on the roof of his car, smiling and waving as he gets in and starts up his car. He looks at the seat behind him.
Samael: Ready?
Anna: Yep!
Samael: Alriiight. To the airport!
Sam hands his title back behind the seats to Anna and then pulls out of the street and starts his drive to Burlington. Relatively short drive. Every so often he would take a look in his rearview mirror, seeing his daughter holding his title (which is almost as big as her both in size and weight) and he catches himself smiling. He knows everything’s going to be alright.
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Truth be told, I’ve had a rough time acclimating to this. To being a father. A dad. Any man can become a parent, but only a select few stick around long enough, or are allowed to become, a dad.
It’s a surreal feeling, being a real father- it’s something I never expected to be. When me and Phoe got divorced eight years ago, I thought that was it for me. Unless a very unlucky one night turned and blew up in my face at some point down the road I never expected to be a father.
A few months ago, I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect. I know I wasn’t very happy when I found out Anna was my daughter. I’m not sure what I was so mad about, honestly. I thought it was maybe just Phoe not telling me, not that anyone would have blamed me. And I suppose that was a part of it. Another thing was I didn’t know HOW to be a dad. I didn’t get a chance to get that learning curve that other men get: I didn’t know her from birth.
I also suppose a portion of my original opinion was that of bitterness. Anna was brand new to me, and was being thrust into my life. I didn’t want that responsibility. A few years ago; sure, I would have been incredibly excited for it. But when she was brought into my life, I was just starting what is still proving to be the most difficult part of my life. Not only was what I was getting involved in very important for my chances to make a real name for myself in the WFWF, it was dangerous.
In truth, I don’t know what I’m dealing with regarding the KoKaine Konspiracy. I get the chess match I’ve been playing for well over a year now, but I don’t quite know what to expect yet with them. To date Ante Whitner’s been kidnapped, I’ve been drugged, I’m pretty sure Donnie had Jewnose killed…and now The Messiah has returned. Maybe it’s to save us from Donnie. Maybe it’s to enslave us himself. We’ll see as time goes on, but I’ll follow Kyzer to the end of the world in support as long as I’m able to keep my daughter safe.
In truth though, I cannot allow myself to stop living life. That is why I am bringing Anna to Phoenix for End Game, as my special guest. I must keep going. I can’t let my family know the situation that I’m in. I can’t let the other members of the KKK get wind that I’m trying to take them down from the inside out. I can’t let them know that I’ve gone rogue on their agenda.
But now I have to keep what I hold dearest safe. I have to keep Anna safe. I have to keep my title safe. I have to do this while remaining under the radar of those who aim to harm us.
After what happened at F*ck in LA, I was royally pissed about the future of the KKK. Donnie had lead me and Tugarin into what wound up being a nasty little trap. He didn’t know, mind you, but any man with brains that weighed to a grain of salt could have told you that trouble was brewing. You don’t just throw yourself into a war with two other factions and expect to dominate every single time, especially when you’re outnumbered. I went out there with them at F*ck because, well, paycheck. It didn’t end well. I saw it coming. Maybe Donnie will listen once in a while.
In recent weeks, I have almost singlehandedly ended Jayson Garrett’s hopes at ever getting his hands back on this title of mine. He’s lost to me now on two separate occasions, and maybe the third time this week will be the charm, to finally put him under. And if he thinks adding the gilded Diamond to his team is going to help his odds? I hope he remembers that I, you know, beat Sabbath a couple of weeks ago. And him a couple of weeks before that. And him AGAIN a few weeks before that.
But it’s the WFWF, where people try to forget their past and only remember the wins. That’s why I’m here. To make sure those who want to forget CAN’T forget.
The SoS has remained a thorn in the side of the KKK for months now. They took our awards. They hogged our spotlight. Demento’s feud with Bishop taking a front seat to a majority of the feuds within the WFWF, and Josh Dean’s return for one last chance at a glory he never truly had, captivated the WFWF nation. The SoS jerk fest began shortly after SuperBrawl, roughly around the time I joined the KKK. Thing is though, what have those two managed to accomplish since they teamed up? I think Demento won the title from Bishop at least once. JD’s dumpster won a title then slit her wrists or something. JD’s..well…coat tailing a coat tailer.
Sounds functional, right?
At least me and Tugarin have some claims. Until last week, Tugarin was undefeated in the WFWF, taking down some of the biggest names in the company. I’ve only lost one match myself since my return, and it was to a fellow KKK member. The Army has managed to take hold of the WFWF Tag Team Championships and the WFWF National Championship, with illusions of further grandeur on our minds.
So…now what? Here we are, the KKK versus Hollywood Undead…or Unhinged, versus the SoS. Some are saying this is the KKK’s toughest challenge since our inception. Tack on the Michael Kyzer factor, we have too much on our plate. We’ve bitten off more than we can chew. I’m here to tell everyone that they’re f*cking wrong. Never, EVER will I allow anything to happen to anything I hold close to my chest.
HA.
The biggest problem the KKK army has faced since its inception is surviving infighting. The fact that The Suit Ryan Brockie has caused more turmoil within the KKK than HU and SoS, that should really be telling about these two groups that think they can take us down. Their delusions of greatness are nothing more than the sh*t beneath mine and Tugs boots, what we squash as we keep our dominant train rolling.
I’m bringing my daughter into a potential war zone. Why would any good father, like me, be willing to risk that?
Because I know the end result. I know what will happen from the moment that bell rings to start the match, and what will happen when it rings after my victory. Me and Tugarin will walk in, and out, as champions.
These people doubt my ability to keep safe what I love.
Fear not.
Anna. My title. Everything that I cannot live without.
Everything’s gonna be alright. Trust me.
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