Post by Cormack MacNeill on Feb 28, 2016 15:06:10 GMT -5
Friday, February 26, 2016 1803 hrs
Dallas Mobile Home Park
Dallas, Texas
Scene opens on battered grey Gulfstream trailer siting squatly in what would appear to be a transient trailer park. The other trailers that can be seen all look as if they could be jacked up and driven off at any time. Nary a double-wide to be seen in the park, but no shortage of short shorts on the men and women. And as usual in this part of the world, most of those wearing short shorts have more hanging out than being held in. And of all that exposed flesh, there's nary a part that anyone would request to see much less be on open display. Families are milling about their respective trailers with charcoal grills smoking everywhere you look, and the smell of burned burgers and dogs wafting through the air.
The door the battered trailer opens and a figure glides down the few steps with little effort and more than a little movement. Clad in a pair of cutoff shorts that were trying in vain to contain the ample curves and a slightly stained tube top that barely contained other, more obvious, assets the redheaded beauty stepped to a round charcoal grill smoking nearby. She leaned over to stoke the coals, nearly losing her top in the process and prompting a flurry of activity in the park as nearly every single trailer suddenly had a man standing over a cooling grill and poking at the coals absentmindedly.
Satisfied with the state of the grill, the redhead turned and leaned into the trailer to talk to someone, much to the delight of her growing audience.
I don't know why I have to wear this gear honey. I look ridiculous!
I told you Mack, we need to fit in. Blend into the scenery. For once in our travels not stand out like a sore thumb. Now get out here with the food. Everyone is staring because we're not cooking anything.
She stepped back from the doorway to allow a large man to ambler down the stairs. He was broad shouldered and sporting a glorious beard underneath the worst wig ever made. It was ratty-brown in colour and ran raggedly across his head before ending short in the front and long in the back. It looked for all the world like a squirrel had somehow crawled onto his large head and died right there and then. His broad chest strained the stained 'wife-beater' shirt concealed partially beneath a grease covered apron the hang to his knees sat stretched tightly against his equally broad stomach and exposed hairy shins and battered workboots.
And I'm supposed to fit in? In this?
She smiled as she leaned in for a kiss, trying her best not to laugh at the sight of her Celtic warrior dressed like a Springer guest. Her audience gave out a collective groan as they saw the large man with her, and most of them returned to their trailers and their families.
Yes dear, you look just as ridiculous as the rest of the men here. And remember our names....You're Cletus and I'm Shirlene. Cormack and Isla aren't exactly common names down here.
Cormack smiled and moved to the grill with his tray full of grilling stuff covered with a layer of tinfoil. As he began loading the grill he muttered under his breath
Women like you ain't common anywhere honey
The next few minutes consisted of Isla gliding in and out of the trailer setting up a table and chairs in front of the trailer and setting two places at it. Cormack, for his part, carefully watched the food and handled out scowls to any stragglers who were still attempting to stoke coals with no heat left in them at all and watching the table setting show. As the night rolled on, the cook pronounced the food ready and the table good enough for him, reminding 'Shirlene' that rednecks in Texas don't normally have a salad fork or a soup spoon...or napkins.
They were about to sit down to eat when a young woman approached the couple with a sheepish look on her face. Long blond hair framed a partially shaded face that showed signs of a pageant or two in her past. Lithe to the point of waifism, she shuffled her feet and looked down before speaking in a small voice.
I...I just...just wanted to ask you how you get your hair to curl like that? Oh...you two are gettin ready to eat. I can come back...
Isla, sensing a chance to 'fit in', shook her head at her guest and patted her seat.
No honey, thats fine. You have a seat. We've got more chairs inside. Lots of food too if your hungry. You here alone?
The blonde shook her head and looked down again.
No, my boyfriend and I are here on a vacation. He's...he's laying down for a nap. I was just staying out of the trialer so he could sleep.
Isla nodded and put out her hand.
Shirlene, and this is Cletus....we're just....passing through. Have a seat, and I'll be right back.
The blonde took the offered seat and Cormack loaded her plate with a variety of grilled stuff, from burgers to dogs, to what looked like a pastry of some sort. Sje smiled and quietly thanked him before digging in immediately. Isla appeared with another chair and another plate about then, and smiled over the blondes shoulder at Cormack as if to say...told you so.
She took her seat and helped herslef from the mountainous pile of food in the middle of the table. The blonde lifted her head from her plate and took a breath.
Lucy, nice to meet y'all. I've been on a diet for what seems like forever. Jesse wants me to look good, so I don't eat much.
Cletus coughs, clearly a signal from the look that passed between the two visitors.
Is...Shirlene can eat whatever her little heart desires. I love her either way. You sure he's doin this out of love darlin?
Isla reached across the table and laid her hand on Cormacks arm and smiled at the clear attempt to suck-up.
And Cletus can eat whatever he wants....but if he gets fat, I'm ditchin him for that guy that played Thor in the movies.
Both of them laughed, but Lucy was looking at Cormack curiously.
You're not mad? I mean, if'n I had said that to Jesse, he'd....
She trailed off as she looked at her plate.
He'd what Lucy?
Yeah Lucy, what would he do?
Nevermind, I don't want to talk about it.
The two shared a look, before everyone dug into their food. There was an uncomfortable silence before Isla broke it with some small talk.
We're in town to see that big wrestling show on Sunday. Timebomb? Heard of it?
Heard of it? God, I wish we were going. Jesse says it costs too much, so I guess we're not going. That Caliban is dreamy. I guess I'm just being a kid talking like that.
Isla smiled at Cormack and shook her head.
No, honey you're not being a kid. He is dreamy.
She pretended she couldn't see the glare that Cormack was directing her way and continued.
What about the other matches? The main event is always huge, but what about the undercard? Any favourites?
Well, I can't wait to see if someone can lift that Japanese guy...Naga...Napa...
Cormack cut in, with a smile on his face
Nagasaki.
Yeah Nagasaki. He's pretty good, but so's that kilted guy. Corman?
Cormack?
That's it. Jesse hates him. Says any guy who wears a dress must be queer. He sure doesn't look queer to me. God I hope he isn't anyway.
Now it was Isla's turn to glare, and she directed it as the smiling face of Cormack, who just shrugged in response.
Well Lucy, I'm pretty sure he isn't queer. I heard he was seen out with a smoking hot redhead in Philadelphia. Actually, she looks a lot like Shirlene.
he leans in closer and whispers to Lucy
Don't tell her, but sometimes I pretend Shirlene is her instead.
Lucy smiles back and puts a finger to her lips. They turn to find Isla glaring at them both, to which Cormack replied with the shrug again.
That Japanese fella, he's no slouch either you know. Sumo champion, biggest man in WCF. Tall order for anyone, even that handsome bastard MacNeill.
But I think he can take him. He's just going to have to take him off his feet, which is not an easy task. It's an interesting matchup Lucy, the strongest man in the WCF versus the largest man in WCF.
Well, he can't pick Nagasaki up, can he? Jesse says he hasn't got the stones to do it.
Isla put her hand up as Cormack was about to respond and blow their cover.
I hear he's got stones so big he can't wear pants. What do you think about that? Think about it. He's stared down former champions, fast men, strong men, anyone they put him in the ring with. He didn't win them all, but he never back down. That takes some massive stones.
Lucy shrugged and took another bite of burger.
I guess, but Jesse says it doesn't matter. The international title is for forinners who can't hold the U.S. Ttitle. They aren'tallowed to fight for it. Says it's a State Law
Cormack shook his head.
You know, I'm looking forward to meetin this Jesse. Sounds like we'd get along famously. And the only law Seth Lerch follows is his own. If you've been watching you oughta know that.
Lucy just nodded as she went back to her plate. Left on it was the pastry. She poked it a few times with her fork and looked at Isla questioningly.
It's a family recipe Lucy, kind of a meat pie. Try it.
yeah, just like a meat pie. I'll eat 5 or 6 a meal.
She cut a piece off and bit into it tentatively, chewing slowly. After a few seconds, she smiled and started carving up the rest with her knife and fork.
Wow, this is really good. What is it?
Don't ask lassie, just enjoy.
Her fork stopped midair, and she slowly turned to Cormack with her mouth hanging open.
Lassie....wait a minute! You're...
She was interrupted by a shout from across the way.
Lucy! Where'd you get to girl? I'm waiting on my dinner!
She flinched at the sound of his voice, which was all Isla needed. She stood up and glided across the grass in front of the trailer and called out.
Lucy's eating with us. Come on over, you're invited too!
She turned and walked slowly back to the table, her hips threatening to break the laws of physics as she moved. A thin tattoed figure followed her, watching her progress with more than a little interest. Isla retook her seat as he approached the table. His teeth showed yellow and as uneven as the mullet he had clearly cut himself.
Appreciate it y'all, but Lucy knows she's gotta have my dinner ready when I wake up. Come on girl, the grits aint gonna make themselves.
Lucy moved to stand and follow, until Isla laid a hand on her shoulder and stopped her.
And I said, we have lots of food here. Sit, enjoy. Cletus, get our guest a chair.
Cormack stood to offer his, but Jesse just shook his head.
I appreciate it, like I said, bu Lucy belongs...
Here. Now sit.
But I was...
Cormack grabbed him in a large paw and shoved him bodily into the chair. and fixed him with a glare that shut him up for the moment. To lighten the mood Isla brought up what they were talking about before.
We were just talking about the PPV this Sunday at the arena here in Dallas. Lucy was sayin you didn't think much of the International title.
Jesse spit on the ground and shook his head.
Bunch of forriners fightin over a belt that don't mean squat here in the good ol USA. Look at the match on Sunday, some fat Japanese guy and a queer in a skirt. What kinda match is that? If he was any kind of a man, he woulda slammed that fat bastard two weeks ago. Pussy. Either way, Dag'll fix the winner. No chance against the champ.
Is that so? Honey, can you get some beers for our friends here? Maybe Lucy can help?
They shared a look that let Isla know that wasn't a request. She nodded and took the blonde by the arm and took her into the trailer, leaning down to close the door.
The small window facing the grill was filled for a minute by what looked like a flying squirrel which stuck to the glass. A strangled cry of "Oh Shit' could be heard and the ladies grabbed beers.
Both women were thrown to the nearest surface as the trailer starting rocking violently. It rocked for almost 30 seconds before the rocking stopped with a loud thud. Isla looked over her shoulder and hurriedly pushed Lucy out the door. The camera faded as they moved out of frame, leaving the image appearing in the wall of a face.....almost as if it had been stamped there in some way.
Fade to Black.
Dallas Mobile Home Park
Dallas, Texas
Scene opens on battered grey Gulfstream trailer siting squatly in what would appear to be a transient trailer park. The other trailers that can be seen all look as if they could be jacked up and driven off at any time. Nary a double-wide to be seen in the park, but no shortage of short shorts on the men and women. And as usual in this part of the world, most of those wearing short shorts have more hanging out than being held in. And of all that exposed flesh, there's nary a part that anyone would request to see much less be on open display. Families are milling about their respective trailers with charcoal grills smoking everywhere you look, and the smell of burned burgers and dogs wafting through the air.
The door the battered trailer opens and a figure glides down the few steps with little effort and more than a little movement. Clad in a pair of cutoff shorts that were trying in vain to contain the ample curves and a slightly stained tube top that barely contained other, more obvious, assets the redheaded beauty stepped to a round charcoal grill smoking nearby. She leaned over to stoke the coals, nearly losing her top in the process and prompting a flurry of activity in the park as nearly every single trailer suddenly had a man standing over a cooling grill and poking at the coals absentmindedly.
Satisfied with the state of the grill, the redhead turned and leaned into the trailer to talk to someone, much to the delight of her growing audience.
I don't know why I have to wear this gear honey. I look ridiculous!
I told you Mack, we need to fit in. Blend into the scenery. For once in our travels not stand out like a sore thumb. Now get out here with the food. Everyone is staring because we're not cooking anything.
She stepped back from the doorway to allow a large man to ambler down the stairs. He was broad shouldered and sporting a glorious beard underneath the worst wig ever made. It was ratty-brown in colour and ran raggedly across his head before ending short in the front and long in the back. It looked for all the world like a squirrel had somehow crawled onto his large head and died right there and then. His broad chest strained the stained 'wife-beater' shirt concealed partially beneath a grease covered apron the hang to his knees sat stretched tightly against his equally broad stomach and exposed hairy shins and battered workboots.
And I'm supposed to fit in? In this?
She smiled as she leaned in for a kiss, trying her best not to laugh at the sight of her Celtic warrior dressed like a Springer guest. Her audience gave out a collective groan as they saw the large man with her, and most of them returned to their trailers and their families.
Yes dear, you look just as ridiculous as the rest of the men here. And remember our names....You're Cletus and I'm Shirlene. Cormack and Isla aren't exactly common names down here.
Cormack smiled and moved to the grill with his tray full of grilling stuff covered with a layer of tinfoil. As he began loading the grill he muttered under his breath
Women like you ain't common anywhere honey
The next few minutes consisted of Isla gliding in and out of the trailer setting up a table and chairs in front of the trailer and setting two places at it. Cormack, for his part, carefully watched the food and handled out scowls to any stragglers who were still attempting to stoke coals with no heat left in them at all and watching the table setting show. As the night rolled on, the cook pronounced the food ready and the table good enough for him, reminding 'Shirlene' that rednecks in Texas don't normally have a salad fork or a soup spoon...or napkins.
They were about to sit down to eat when a young woman approached the couple with a sheepish look on her face. Long blond hair framed a partially shaded face that showed signs of a pageant or two in her past. Lithe to the point of waifism, she shuffled her feet and looked down before speaking in a small voice.
I...I just...just wanted to ask you how you get your hair to curl like that? Oh...you two are gettin ready to eat. I can come back...
Isla, sensing a chance to 'fit in', shook her head at her guest and patted her seat.
No honey, thats fine. You have a seat. We've got more chairs inside. Lots of food too if your hungry. You here alone?
The blonde shook her head and looked down again.
No, my boyfriend and I are here on a vacation. He's...he's laying down for a nap. I was just staying out of the trialer so he could sleep.
Isla nodded and put out her hand.
Shirlene, and this is Cletus....we're just....passing through. Have a seat, and I'll be right back.
The blonde took the offered seat and Cormack loaded her plate with a variety of grilled stuff, from burgers to dogs, to what looked like a pastry of some sort. Sje smiled and quietly thanked him before digging in immediately. Isla appeared with another chair and another plate about then, and smiled over the blondes shoulder at Cormack as if to say...told you so.
She took her seat and helped herslef from the mountainous pile of food in the middle of the table. The blonde lifted her head from her plate and took a breath.
Lucy, nice to meet y'all. I've been on a diet for what seems like forever. Jesse wants me to look good, so I don't eat much.
Cletus coughs, clearly a signal from the look that passed between the two visitors.
Is...Shirlene can eat whatever her little heart desires. I love her either way. You sure he's doin this out of love darlin?
Isla reached across the table and laid her hand on Cormacks arm and smiled at the clear attempt to suck-up.
And Cletus can eat whatever he wants....but if he gets fat, I'm ditchin him for that guy that played Thor in the movies.
Both of them laughed, but Lucy was looking at Cormack curiously.
You're not mad? I mean, if'n I had said that to Jesse, he'd....
She trailed off as she looked at her plate.
He'd what Lucy?
Yeah Lucy, what would he do?
Nevermind, I don't want to talk about it.
The two shared a look, before everyone dug into their food. There was an uncomfortable silence before Isla broke it with some small talk.
We're in town to see that big wrestling show on Sunday. Timebomb? Heard of it?
Heard of it? God, I wish we were going. Jesse says it costs too much, so I guess we're not going. That Caliban is dreamy. I guess I'm just being a kid talking like that.
Isla smiled at Cormack and shook her head.
No, honey you're not being a kid. He is dreamy.
She pretended she couldn't see the glare that Cormack was directing her way and continued.
What about the other matches? The main event is always huge, but what about the undercard? Any favourites?
Well, I can't wait to see if someone can lift that Japanese guy...Naga...Napa...
Cormack cut in, with a smile on his face
Nagasaki.
Yeah Nagasaki. He's pretty good, but so's that kilted guy. Corman?
Cormack?
That's it. Jesse hates him. Says any guy who wears a dress must be queer. He sure doesn't look queer to me. God I hope he isn't anyway.
Now it was Isla's turn to glare, and she directed it as the smiling face of Cormack, who just shrugged in response.
Well Lucy, I'm pretty sure he isn't queer. I heard he was seen out with a smoking hot redhead in Philadelphia. Actually, she looks a lot like Shirlene.
he leans in closer and whispers to Lucy
Don't tell her, but sometimes I pretend Shirlene is her instead.
Lucy smiles back and puts a finger to her lips. They turn to find Isla glaring at them both, to which Cormack replied with the shrug again.
That Japanese fella, he's no slouch either you know. Sumo champion, biggest man in WCF. Tall order for anyone, even that handsome bastard MacNeill.
But I think he can take him. He's just going to have to take him off his feet, which is not an easy task. It's an interesting matchup Lucy, the strongest man in the WCF versus the largest man in WCF.
Well, he can't pick Nagasaki up, can he? Jesse says he hasn't got the stones to do it.
Isla put her hand up as Cormack was about to respond and blow their cover.
I hear he's got stones so big he can't wear pants. What do you think about that? Think about it. He's stared down former champions, fast men, strong men, anyone they put him in the ring with. He didn't win them all, but he never back down. That takes some massive stones.
Lucy shrugged and took another bite of burger.
I guess, but Jesse says it doesn't matter. The international title is for forinners who can't hold the U.S. Ttitle. They aren'tallowed to fight for it. Says it's a State Law
Cormack shook his head.
You know, I'm looking forward to meetin this Jesse. Sounds like we'd get along famously. And the only law Seth Lerch follows is his own. If you've been watching you oughta know that.
Lucy just nodded as she went back to her plate. Left on it was the pastry. She poked it a few times with her fork and looked at Isla questioningly.
It's a family recipe Lucy, kind of a meat pie. Try it.
yeah, just like a meat pie. I'll eat 5 or 6 a meal.
She cut a piece off and bit into it tentatively, chewing slowly. After a few seconds, she smiled and started carving up the rest with her knife and fork.
Wow, this is really good. What is it?
Don't ask lassie, just enjoy.
Her fork stopped midair, and she slowly turned to Cormack with her mouth hanging open.
Lassie....wait a minute! You're...
She was interrupted by a shout from across the way.
Lucy! Where'd you get to girl? I'm waiting on my dinner!
She flinched at the sound of his voice, which was all Isla needed. She stood up and glided across the grass in front of the trailer and called out.
Lucy's eating with us. Come on over, you're invited too!
She turned and walked slowly back to the table, her hips threatening to break the laws of physics as she moved. A thin tattoed figure followed her, watching her progress with more than a little interest. Isla retook her seat as he approached the table. His teeth showed yellow and as uneven as the mullet he had clearly cut himself.
Appreciate it y'all, but Lucy knows she's gotta have my dinner ready when I wake up. Come on girl, the grits aint gonna make themselves.
Lucy moved to stand and follow, until Isla laid a hand on her shoulder and stopped her.
And I said, we have lots of food here. Sit, enjoy. Cletus, get our guest a chair.
Cormack stood to offer his, but Jesse just shook his head.
I appreciate it, like I said, bu Lucy belongs...
Here. Now sit.
But I was...
Cormack grabbed him in a large paw and shoved him bodily into the chair. and fixed him with a glare that shut him up for the moment. To lighten the mood Isla brought up what they were talking about before.
We were just talking about the PPV this Sunday at the arena here in Dallas. Lucy was sayin you didn't think much of the International title.
Jesse spit on the ground and shook his head.
Bunch of forriners fightin over a belt that don't mean squat here in the good ol USA. Look at the match on Sunday, some fat Japanese guy and a queer in a skirt. What kinda match is that? If he was any kind of a man, he woulda slammed that fat bastard two weeks ago. Pussy. Either way, Dag'll fix the winner. No chance against the champ.
Is that so? Honey, can you get some beers for our friends here? Maybe Lucy can help?
They shared a look that let Isla know that wasn't a request. She nodded and took the blonde by the arm and took her into the trailer, leaning down to close the door.
The small window facing the grill was filled for a minute by what looked like a flying squirrel which stuck to the glass. A strangled cry of "Oh Shit' could be heard and the ladies grabbed beers.
Both women were thrown to the nearest surface as the trailer starting rocking violently. It rocked for almost 30 seconds before the rocking stopped with a loud thud. Isla looked over her shoulder and hurriedly pushed Lucy out the door. The camera faded as they moved out of frame, leaving the image appearing in the wall of a face.....almost as if it had been stamped there in some way.
Fade to Black.
