Post by Lord Blake on Jul 21, 2016 22:00:51 GMT
Old band tees, board shorts and the suit he wore to his aunt’s wedding fly out of their box and land on the carpet behind Lord Blake. He shakes his head and throws that box out of the way too before pulling the next one out of the closet.
“I don't understand, Maid. It has to be here somewhere. Mom and Dad had every single thing shipped from Charlotte when they sold that last condo. It needs to be here.”
He rifles through this box quickly before growing impatient and flinging his old baby clothes across the room.
“Not in here either. Maid, are you sure you didn't come across it when you were itemizing every article of me and Raven's wardrobe? I really, really need it.”
Maid stands in the middle of the spare bedroom wearing a pair of khaki pants, a blue bandana covering her hair, an old EEW Shockwave T-shirt, and yellow Crocs. Lord has a Theta Chi bandana around his forehead and a grey sweatshirt cut off at the sleeves and doesn't turn around ever to notice Maid’s scowl or the fact she isn't helping him one bit. He just keeps prattling on to himself while he searches for whatever.
“I'm not going to let Aaron get one over on us like that again. The way she winked at me with her disgusting goopy eye. The way she slammed the most beautiful face in the world into the floor like that. The way she…”
Lord winces and his hands lower between his legs as he recalls the pain that ended his involvement in Raven MacDemare’s Vendetta match.
“The way she… ugh. You know, for someone who apparently spent years begging for men and women to fight against each other, she sure had no issue taking advantage when one got in there with her. Somehow she knew my only weakness: getting kicked in the balls. Is that how it's going to be during the first round of the Supreme Championship tournament? She's going to take the path of least resistance and pull something like that the first time she does get her match against a man in RSW? Come on, where is it?!”
Frustrated with this box he throws it off too. A glimmer of hope hits his eye when he sees his old hockey bag in the back of the closet. He pulls it out and equipment flies in all directions. Shoulder pads land on the guest bed while a skate wings by Maid's ear.
“It smells disgusting in this thing. Maid - I need you to wash this stuff when I'm finished. Where was I? Oh yeah, did you hear how she spoke of Raven? I mean, of course you did because you were watching us on TV. But all the talk of Ravey not belonging in a ring and she's making our business a joke…”
He checks the end pockets of the hockey bag before moving it to the side too. He pulls out a large container holding all of his girlfriend’s purses. He moves slowly now, contemplating his words.
“Like, this is a girl who started wrestling at the age of thirteen. I checked with Driver - you know, your husband - and that wasn't a typo. Her legal documents say she's 27 and she told Rave she has almost fifteen years experience. Can you imagine a small child in a place like RSW? Surely that would be more absurd than a gymnast and a bodybuilder trying to follow their parents’ footsteps. So Ravey hasn't had a one-hundred percent success rate so far - I'm sure the thirteen year old didn't either. What is her gripe with us being here? Did her first locker rooms not open their big arms wide for wittle baby Aaron fifteen years ago? So now instead of being the change in that toxic culture, she's just perpetuating it. I guess all the experience in the world can't change the fact you're a shitty person, huh Maid?”
He lazily sifts through Raven's Coach bags in the container before giving up.
“Welp, I don't think I'll find it in here. I really need to leave though. The RSW crew wants me to film those Vendetta promos before Shoot Saturday and - There it is! Maid, you've had it this whole time? Thank you!”
Lord jumps up from the floor and peels his old, yellowed cup and jock strap off of Maid's disgusted face and skips out of the room.
