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| sunshine | Oct 20 2016, 02:37 AM Post #1 |
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Pulling my bag behind me, I can’t help but admire the opulence of the Waldorf Astoria in Chicago. I mean, if you’ve got to stay in Chicago, might as well go for the best, right? It’s not like you’ll ever catch your Voodoo Queen staying at the Trump International Hotel and Tower in this lifetime. Although, that would probably be the place to go to get a live chicken for sacrifice, right? I mean, Trump has stayed in this election this long somehow, he’s got to be making sacrifices of some kind. Probably human ones but even I won’t go that far. I do have limits, not many, but there are a few lines I won’t cross. After the long elevator ride up to the 26th floor, I open the mahogany, gold-gilded double doors to the Presidential Suite. (Like I said, only the best, right?) With not one, but two king size bedrooms and two terraces, it’s built like a home away from home but this one looks over the Gold Coast neighborhood. Media room with built in gaming systems, a dining area and kitchen (like I would actually cook), but I think my favorite part is the fireplace in the living area. Why two bedrooms, you might ask? Well, unfortunately where Dean and I go, so does his identical twin, David. Hopefully, the 3,000 square feet will give us enough privacy but I guess we’ll see. The only rule I made in order for David to tag along was absolutely NO HOOKERS in the room. If that’s what he needs for his entertainment, well, he can get another room, preferably in another hotel. I hear enough David and the hooker stories at home, I don’t need to see them in person. As I begin to unpack, I pull out the sheer black negligee and begin to wonder to myself. Sam: Choo know if ya git him out of da way for a while, we can have some fun wit’ Dean, right cher? Mac: Sam! Ya know how she hates when we talk about him THAT way! Sam: Oh come on now, she knows we know EVERYTHING dat happens in dat bed. Doncha cher? I have to laugh to myself because she does have a point. Whether Dean likes it or not, he’s getting three of us, not one. Mac: Ya know, maybe we can play some Call of Duty or somethin’? Ya know how Dean loves those games. The more violent, the more he likes ‘em. Sam: Really, choo wanna play VIDEO GAMES with the hottest man we’ve ever seen? Hey Eva? Did choo pack his other favorite toys? I have to laugh again as I pull out the handcuffs. Of course, I brought our toys. What do you think we do after tearing into our opponents? Play tiddlywinks? Hell no, the more brutal our matches are, the hotter the sex is afterwards. I unpack my meds that Dr. Garroway gave me, taking them into the powder room. Removing my daily dose from each so that the count comes out right, I discard them into the toilet and watch them dissolve. There’s no way in hell I’m getting rid of my girls now, not with so much on the line this week. You see, Sam is the brutal one, Mac is the voice of reason (you know, the one that keeps us from killing someone on accident), and I, well, I’m the brains behind the operation. On our own, we’re not as effective, but together we have become an unstoppable force. Why fuck with perfection? But that brings me to my opponents this week; Slade and Red Dragon. And I use that term loosely. So let’s break it down for those of you less informed masses. On one hand we have Red Dragon, a painted up freak who’s in desperate need of a thesaurus. I mean seriously, how many times do we have to hear how dark and brooding he is? Snickering a little, I roll my eyes. Sam: Really, don’ dat man look like a reject from a Swedish death metal band? An’ when’s the last time ‘e actually showed up as more dan cannon fodder for da real talent? Mac: Now come on now bro, he’s gotta have some redeeming qualities, right Eva? I shake my head to the negative, shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly. Red Dragon has been a non factor since his arrival the first time. Do you plebs even understand how far I’m lowering myself to even get in the ring with that thing? He pretends he's some type of “monster” that we should all fear but what exactly has he done to instill this fear other than paint his face and profess doom and gloom to all those who face him? Sam: Did you bring it? Letting a sadistic laugh escape my lips, I reach into my suitcase and pull out a personalized poppet. Of course I brought my insurance policy or should I say policies? After laying the first voodoo doll on the bed, I reach in and retrieve another, this one female. Gleefully, I clap my hands together, hardly able to contain my excitement. Mac: You’re not really gonna place a curse on Slade AND Roxy, are ya? Sam: Of course she is! Why take any chances wit’ dat Cro Magnon and ‘is ring rat? We’ve tried ta play fair wit’ dem an’ look what it got us. ‘E sided wit’ your maman, for fuck’s sake! I pick up the doll with Roxy’s name stitched in red, toying with the red hair. You have to admit that torturing that little mouthy little midget was fun, wasn’t it? Sam: Of course it was! It was mostly my idea! Well, I mean, the roughin’ ‘er up was my idea, da blackmail was all you, girl. Some of my finer work, I must say. Tearing the flesh rom her back with my whip was especially satisfying. Mac: But ya gotta give the girl credit, she owned up to what was going on and look what it got her? He forgave her. Sam: Yeah, but by doin’ da right ting is what’s gettin’ ‘er included in our little ritual, now ain’t it? A knock at the door, awakens me out of my trip down memory lane. I open the door to find a bellhop standing there with a trolley and a confused look on his face. Bellhop: Mrs. Davies? I have the “items” you requested on arrival. I plaster on my best fake smile and take the tray after tipping generously. He scurries away and I take the tray over to the dining room table where I had laid the dolls before. Carefully, I lay out the two mason jars, rusty nails, knife and matches neatly. I head back to the door to ensure it’s locked, not only with the knob but the slide lock as well, then return to the bad. I strip naked and don my black, ceremonial robe and ruby protection amulet. Can’t be too careful when invoking a curse, you know? After removing the black candle from my bag and head back to the dining table to assemble the hex jars. Once the dolls, nails and personal promo shots of Slade and Roxy are placed into the jar, I slice my finger with the knife and drip several drops of blood in with the other ingredients. I strike a match and ignite the photos before sealing the jars. Using the wax, I seal the lids and carve “Slade” on one lid, and “Roxy” on the other. After shaking the jars vigorously while chanting, I place them in the darkest corners of the rooms (heating vents are wonderful hiding spots when you’re in a pinch) and settle back in the living area in front of the fireplace to think. Now I’m sure you’re thinking that I’m completely disregarding Red Dragon, but I assure you I’m not; just not as concerned. Slade, on the other hand, is someone I deem worthy of my little insurance policy. Mac: He IS a Grand Slam winner, after all. Sam: Oh shut up, Mac! How long is ‘e gonna play dat card? ‘Ow long did it take ‘im ta do it, huh? It took us under two years ta win da tag titles AND become da second-longest reigning Television champion in history! ‘E took 15 years ta get da same respect we got in no time! I have to laugh at that as I get dressed in a crimson micro dress and matching Manolo Blahniks. Slade is the “work harder, not smarter” type,isn’t he? He isn’t called the Wrecking Ball for nothing. The problem with that approach is that if your opponent is smaller, faster and definitely smarter (see where I’m going with this?), then the older you get, the less effective the “Slade Smash” approach is. His geriatric, pathetic excuse for a strategy almost makes me feel sorry for him...almost, you know, if I was capable of those feelings. Why do you think he drags Ring Rot with him to every match? He has to have someone there to even the odds, right? Sam: Dis match really isn’t fair, ya know? Dey gotta face each other plus da three of us. Then I say the odds are in our favor, don’t you think? Edited by sunshine, Oct 20 2016, 02:38 AM.
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