Post by DiOGee on Jan 29, 2024 21:18:54 GMT -5
“The Principal will see you now..”
I was feeling drowsy. Something was off but I couldn't place it. I wasn't even sure where I was but as I looked around, it had a familiarity to it. “Jason, did you hear me?” The older woman behind the counter called out to me directly and gave her my gaze, I recognized her.
“Mrs. Rivers?!” Almost shocked by the sight of her. She was the secretary at the High School I attended. I’m pretty sure she was dead so this was suspicious.
“Glad you’re still with us..” She gives me a grin before adding. “Mr. Villers will see you now.”
What was going on? I wasn't sure but getting up from the chair I was in, I suddenly recognized the scene. This was the office in my High School. Mr. Villers was the Principal. What was going on?!
“Jason?” Mrs. Rivers called out with some concern. I turned to her and I had to be wearing a face of confusion. “You should hurry along.. He doesn't seem very happy. Shawn is already in there..”
“Shawn?” I was even more confused. Reaching up, I palm my forehead and find hair on my head. Stumbling around the counter, I knew these very steps I was taking, I had taken them plenty while still in school. Finding the door I entered almost as much as I did Home Room, I stepped into the office. I felt something around my neck. Looking down, I find my school badge.
“What the fuuc-”
“MR. CASHE!” His voice sent a cringe of shiver through the hairs on the back of my neck.
“What is going on?!” Panic might have started to tickle me on the inside.
“Shut the door and come have a seat, we’ve got much to discuss..”
I always had the feeling that he wanted to hurt me. I wasn't sure why but it was mutual. Sure, me popping his tires and smashing all his windows and getting caught probably had a lot to do with it but still..
Moving to take a seat in the chair in front of his desk, it was one of two chairs and the other was occupied. “Who’s this?” I ask, taking a seat in the empty chair.
“Don't play dumb. I know that's a difficult task for you but do try to take this seriously..”
I take my eyes off this kid and look towards Mr. Viller. “I don't know him. Being dumb is only a coincidence this time..”
“You know DAMN well who Shawn Warstein is! Womp Wom Womp Wom..”
His voice turned into Charlie Brown’s teacher. I didn't hear anything after the name he had said. This was young Shawn Warstein?!
It was weird because I didn't know Warstein until much later in life.. Why was he here? Why was I? Hahahaha why does he look like Justin Bieber though? Was this my own mental pettiness at work?
What was going on? I hadn't the slightest clue but that Poop is funny!
“Is the tradition of Tag Divisions being dominated by actual teams a thing of the past? The ONE team everyone could have banked on was already eliminated from this tournament! You have a handful of makeshift teams just for the SEX Cup and I can't knock it because my partner and I don't even like each other!
That's the thing though. You shouldn't expect Warstein and I to come to the ring together. We won't work on some flashy Finisher and we damn sure won't slap a funky fresh name on us and pretend we are what we just won't be.
Friends.
This is business and BOTH of us are heels on the canvas, the ground, on concrete or dirt, the surface under us don't much matter because our toes are dug in and ready to compete! We are on our business regardless of how I feel about him or him about me. I KNOW what he brings to the table so sprinkle that along with the wild and feral that I get like in between the sounds of the ding ding at the start and finish of a match and I’m comfortable not trusting Shawn Warstein but knowing that my Eskimo Brethren will show up and show out!
He just has to do his part but isn't that the job of any partner, makeshift or familiar?”
“That doesn't give you any right to bully him!” Mr. Viller said sternly.
“I wouldn't call it bullying..” I argued. “This Adum kid was playing with blood at the lunch table!” Trying to make sense of what happened.
“It was ketchup, Jason!” The Principal declared as if I knew it wasn't really blood.
“Well then..” Having clearly not known that, my cloudy train of thought wasn't providing any real response. “He rubbed it on his face and screamed Blood Omen or something!” Scoffing, I threw up my arms before letting them fall.
“So you hit him?” Villers asks.
“Well, yeah..” Looking over, Justin Bie– Shawn Warstein was sitting back with the hood of his hoodie on like it gave him some invisibility power. Mr. Villers turns to Little Shawny and shakes his head in disappointment.
“And you.. Why would you shove the new Foreign Exchange Student down a flight of stairs?” His head shakes.
“Daaaaaaamn!” Immediately I knew what stairs he was referring to. 46 Cement stairs leading to the lower buildings of the school. “Is he dead?” I asked.
“No, but his Father is VERY angry! He wants to press charges!”
Shawn just shrugs. He has nothing to say in his defense or a concern about what troubles he might face. Sighing as he begins picking up some papers on his desk, Mr. Villers gives us our sentencing.
“I want you both to report to the Library.”
“Awwww man! Do we have to read some boring educational crap and give a report?” One of many In-School Suspension activities I remember vividly having to do.
“Close the door on your way out..” He wanted us out of sight. Slapping the surface of his desk to get his attention, I flip Mr. Villers off as I get up to leave.
“Thanks, appreciate you!” I wanted him to FEEL my appreciation before leaving.
“Blood Omen. Two parts gimmick, one part import. A guy who likes to touch himself with blood and another who wears.. Panda masks?
Like a mood ring, this Panda wears masks depending on the seriousness of his opponents or the stage he is competing on. How is that not a gimmick?
Are we vampires? What's with the blood? Do you buy in bulk at a Blood bank or do you get all your blood at the Spirit Halloween store?
A second, third generation Wrestler? Cool, nice story but who knows your Father? A wrestler who is following in his Father’s footsteps but doesn't want to carry the Legacy? One that nobody remembers?
I mean.. Alright.
Wear your blood and panda masks, make a sacrifice, talk to spirits and place an Omen on the landscape but it won't save you from the DiOGee and the Fuzzy Ghostface (nickname merger, you’re welcome) stepping down on your throats before stepping OVER you and advancing.
We have big business to attend to and you are but the first bite on our plate. This, to us, is like SEX. We find pleasure in the displeasure of people JUST like you.. So get ready to be uncomfortable. In the end, Warstein and I will be holding our CUPS up, getting them filled to the rim with victory before making a toast for those who fell before us. It starts with a Menstrual Bleed called Omen..”
The entire walk from the office to the Library was quiet other than the squeaks of our shoes on the waxed floors. Classes were filled as we passed plenty of closed doors. Reaching the Library, I grab the handle and pull it open. Warstein slipped in front of me, I was NOT holding it open for him.
“Yooo..” I say as I shove him from behind. He spins around swinging and catches me to the jaw. I snapped forward, blasting him in return. He stumbles but shoots back and a fight is breaking out.
“OMG! STOP!!”
A familiar voice that annoyingly said the OMG abbreviation. We both stop and turn as the Librarian hurries towards us. “Geezus..” I drooled out as I watched Sloane Taylor trotting to us in a tight gray skirt and tight black shirt that just sat right and tight in all the right places.
“What's going on here, boys?!” She demands as her hands press against her hips. The glasses on her face sat low on the bridge of her nose. She was gorgeous and had a shine about her. “Wait, you must be my volunteers!” A smile broke across her face as her lips spread out and I had the urge to kiss her.
“He pushed me.. I punched him.” Warstein stated but left out some details.
“And I punched him back.” Taking a step towards him, I add. “I’ll whip your ass!”
“You’ll think you can but choo choo, I’ll run over you.”
Again we lunged at each other but the Librarian, Sloane Taylor got between us. She had a request. “You two will need to work together. Can you do that for me? Please?” Her hand was on my left shoulder, I could smell her. I nodded yes.
.
..
…
“YES!” Cashe was twitching on the couch sleeping. His wife’s apartment, Cashe still slept on the couch. As he continues to grunt and mumble, Sloane comes rushing from the hallway, half asleep herself. His night terrors gave her concern..
“Jason! Wake up.. Hey!” She tried to get him to wake but he wouldn't. His Mother, out from her own room, stumbles over and shoves Sloane out of the way.
“You're doing it wrong, Princess..” Momma Cashe cocks back and comes down with a THUNDEROUS slap to the center of Cashe’s face.
“Aaaaaaaggghhh!” He jolts awake both in pain and from his deep dream sequence.
I was feeling drowsy. Something was off but I couldn't place it. I wasn't even sure where I was but as I looked around, it had a familiarity to it. “Jason, did you hear me?” The older woman behind the counter called out to me directly and gave her my gaze, I recognized her.
“Mrs. Rivers?!” Almost shocked by the sight of her. She was the secretary at the High School I attended. I’m pretty sure she was dead so this was suspicious.
“Glad you’re still with us..” She gives me a grin before adding. “Mr. Villers will see you now.”
What was going on? I wasn't sure but getting up from the chair I was in, I suddenly recognized the scene. This was the office in my High School. Mr. Villers was the Principal. What was going on?!
“Jason?” Mrs. Rivers called out with some concern. I turned to her and I had to be wearing a face of confusion. “You should hurry along.. He doesn't seem very happy. Shawn is already in there..”
“Shawn?” I was even more confused. Reaching up, I palm my forehead and find hair on my head. Stumbling around the counter, I knew these very steps I was taking, I had taken them plenty while still in school. Finding the door I entered almost as much as I did Home Room, I stepped into the office. I felt something around my neck. Looking down, I find my school badge.
“What the fuuc-”
“MR. CASHE!” His voice sent a cringe of shiver through the hairs on the back of my neck.
“What is going on?!” Panic might have started to tickle me on the inside.
“Shut the door and come have a seat, we’ve got much to discuss..”
I always had the feeling that he wanted to hurt me. I wasn't sure why but it was mutual. Sure, me popping his tires and smashing all his windows and getting caught probably had a lot to do with it but still..
Moving to take a seat in the chair in front of his desk, it was one of two chairs and the other was occupied. “Who’s this?” I ask, taking a seat in the empty chair.
“Don't play dumb. I know that's a difficult task for you but do try to take this seriously..”
I take my eyes off this kid and look towards Mr. Viller. “I don't know him. Being dumb is only a coincidence this time..”
“You know DAMN well who Shawn Warstein is! Womp Wom Womp Wom..”
His voice turned into Charlie Brown’s teacher. I didn't hear anything after the name he had said. This was young Shawn Warstein?!
It was weird because I didn't know Warstein until much later in life.. Why was he here? Why was I? Hahahaha why does he look like Justin Bieber though? Was this my own mental pettiness at work?
What was going on? I hadn't the slightest clue but that Poop is funny!
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“Is the tradition of Tag Divisions being dominated by actual teams a thing of the past? The ONE team everyone could have banked on was already eliminated from this tournament! You have a handful of makeshift teams just for the SEX Cup and I can't knock it because my partner and I don't even like each other!
That's the thing though. You shouldn't expect Warstein and I to come to the ring together. We won't work on some flashy Finisher and we damn sure won't slap a funky fresh name on us and pretend we are what we just won't be.
Friends.
This is business and BOTH of us are heels on the canvas, the ground, on concrete or dirt, the surface under us don't much matter because our toes are dug in and ready to compete! We are on our business regardless of how I feel about him or him about me. I KNOW what he brings to the table so sprinkle that along with the wild and feral that I get like in between the sounds of the ding ding at the start and finish of a match and I’m comfortable not trusting Shawn Warstein but knowing that my Eskimo Brethren will show up and show out!
He just has to do his part but isn't that the job of any partner, makeshift or familiar?”
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“That doesn't give you any right to bully him!” Mr. Viller said sternly.
“I wouldn't call it bullying..” I argued. “This Adum kid was playing with blood at the lunch table!” Trying to make sense of what happened.
“It was ketchup, Jason!” The Principal declared as if I knew it wasn't really blood.
“Well then..” Having clearly not known that, my cloudy train of thought wasn't providing any real response. “He rubbed it on his face and screamed Blood Omen or something!” Scoffing, I threw up my arms before letting them fall.
“So you hit him?” Villers asks.
“Well, yeah..” Looking over, Justin Bie– Shawn Warstein was sitting back with the hood of his hoodie on like it gave him some invisibility power. Mr. Villers turns to Little Shawny and shakes his head in disappointment.
“And you.. Why would you shove the new Foreign Exchange Student down a flight of stairs?” His head shakes.
“Daaaaaaamn!” Immediately I knew what stairs he was referring to. 46 Cement stairs leading to the lower buildings of the school. “Is he dead?” I asked.
“No, but his Father is VERY angry! He wants to press charges!”
Shawn just shrugs. He has nothing to say in his defense or a concern about what troubles he might face. Sighing as he begins picking up some papers on his desk, Mr. Villers gives us our sentencing.
“I want you both to report to the Library.”
“Awwww man! Do we have to read some boring educational crap and give a report?” One of many In-School Suspension activities I remember vividly having to do.
“Close the door on your way out..” He wanted us out of sight. Slapping the surface of his desk to get his attention, I flip Mr. Villers off as I get up to leave.
“Thanks, appreciate you!” I wanted him to FEEL my appreciation before leaving.
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“Blood Omen. Two parts gimmick, one part import. A guy who likes to touch himself with blood and another who wears.. Panda masks?
Like a mood ring, this Panda wears masks depending on the seriousness of his opponents or the stage he is competing on. How is that not a gimmick?
Are we vampires? What's with the blood? Do you buy in bulk at a Blood bank or do you get all your blood at the Spirit Halloween store?
A second, third generation Wrestler? Cool, nice story but who knows your Father? A wrestler who is following in his Father’s footsteps but doesn't want to carry the Legacy? One that nobody remembers?
I mean.. Alright.
Wear your blood and panda masks, make a sacrifice, talk to spirits and place an Omen on the landscape but it won't save you from the DiOGee and the Fuzzy Ghostface (nickname merger, you’re welcome) stepping down on your throats before stepping OVER you and advancing.
We have big business to attend to and you are but the first bite on our plate. This, to us, is like SEX. We find pleasure in the displeasure of people JUST like you.. So get ready to be uncomfortable. In the end, Warstein and I will be holding our CUPS up, getting them filled to the rim with victory before making a toast for those who fell before us. It starts with a Menstrual Bleed called Omen..”
~=~=~=~=~=~
The entire walk from the office to the Library was quiet other than the squeaks of our shoes on the waxed floors. Classes were filled as we passed plenty of closed doors. Reaching the Library, I grab the handle and pull it open. Warstein slipped in front of me, I was NOT holding it open for him.
“Yooo..” I say as I shove him from behind. He spins around swinging and catches me to the jaw. I snapped forward, blasting him in return. He stumbles but shoots back and a fight is breaking out.
“OMG! STOP!!”
A familiar voice that annoyingly said the OMG abbreviation. We both stop and turn as the Librarian hurries towards us. “Geezus..” I drooled out as I watched Sloane Taylor trotting to us in a tight gray skirt and tight black shirt that just sat right and tight in all the right places.
“What's going on here, boys?!” She demands as her hands press against her hips. The glasses on her face sat low on the bridge of her nose. She was gorgeous and had a shine about her. “Wait, you must be my volunteers!” A smile broke across her face as her lips spread out and I had the urge to kiss her.
“He pushed me.. I punched him.” Warstein stated but left out some details.
“And I punched him back.” Taking a step towards him, I add. “I’ll whip your ass!”
“You’ll think you can but choo choo, I’ll run over you.”
Again we lunged at each other but the Librarian, Sloane Taylor got between us. She had a request. “You two will need to work together. Can you do that for me? Please?” Her hand was on my left shoulder, I could smell her. I nodded yes.
.
..
…
“YES!” Cashe was twitching on the couch sleeping. His wife’s apartment, Cashe still slept on the couch. As he continues to grunt and mumble, Sloane comes rushing from the hallway, half asleep herself. His night terrors gave her concern..
“Jason! Wake up.. Hey!” She tried to get him to wake but he wouldn't. His Mother, out from her own room, stumbles over and shoves Sloane out of the way.
“You're doing it wrong, Princess..” Momma Cashe cocks back and comes down with a THUNDEROUS slap to the center of Cashe’s face.
“Aaaaaaaggghhh!” He jolts awake both in pain and from his deep dream sequence.
