Post by Lord Blake on Oct 11, 2016 21:39:01 GMT
LAST THURSDAY AFTERNOON...
Lord Blake spun around in the chair, taking one look at himself in the mirror and screamed. This made Clothes scream and Clothes is very physical when he's emotional. Makeup and prosthetics flew from his hands and across the room as he looked at the travesty that was Lord's face.
“WHAT’S WRONG WITH MY FACE?!”
“I DON'T KNOW, YOU WANTED ME TO MAKE YOU OLD!”
“I MEANT MILES-LARSEN-OLD, NOT BETTY-WHITE-OLD.”
They each screamed again at the horrendous sight as Lord pulled the drooping prosthetic skin from his cheeks and ripped the exaggerated, fake witch nose off of his own. Finally he waved his hands, calming them down a notch.
“Okay, okay. This can be fixed, right Clothes?”
“I am an amateur special effects makeup artist. I can fix this.”
Clothes moved in front of Lord, blocking his reflection from the camera lens as he got to work on giving the RSW Supreme Champion a disguise. Despite being banned from the Arena before his scheduled match - a ban that Commissioner Jimmy Barassi upheld - Lord was determined to get inside to be there for his girlfriend. If that meant dressing as a mild-mannered old lady that could sit ringside with a brick in her purse, ready to use it when Mondae Chaos came close, then so be it. As the remainder of the prosthetic glue was removed from Lord’s face, he let into Clothes.
“I don’t even need it to be convincing. Give me a walker and I can be a believable old lady.”
“And why can't you be an old man again?”
Lord sighed.
“Then I would have to wear those really high pants, and the only belt I own is the Supreme Championship. They would never stay up.”
Clothes rolled his eyes - there is so much wrong with that statement, but it wasn't his place to say.
“I can’t even believe I have to go through this to be ringside for my girlfriend’s match. It's not enough that Mondae is essentially being handed a title shot when she finds some way for Arianny to get my shoulders on the mat for a fast count. The fact I can't even be there to even the odds they set against Ravey…”
Clothes shook his head and tsked his tongue.
“Next thing you know, they'll put you in a match against her. They seem like they would enjoy that drama. Unwrinkle your angry eyebrows, right now.”
Not that we could see his angry eyebrows.
“There is literally nothing Mr and Mrs Delise could do that would make me fight Rave. They could legally have the state of California execute me for turning down the match, and I would take that over the other option. Even if my Supreme Championship was on the line against her I'd lie down and take the pin. I mean, if she had gotten the pin during that tag team madness last Vendetta, I wouldn't have broken it up.
“I already know how a match between us would go. I wouldn't stand a chance. She’s far quicker than me. I doubt that even if I put the effort in I could catch her with one of my knock out punches. Plus she is way too resilient for me; she'd make me chance her and I'd run out of gas before she even broke a sweat. She spends most of our Equinox time on treadmills and bikes the pool - I could never outlast her. Then I'd see her flying through the air at me and I'd get underneath on purpose so she wouldn't get hurt too bad. If Ravey is laying on top of me for a pin, the last thing I'm thinking about is kicking out.”
“Almost done.”
“Really, Kurt Angle by MAC is the most painful thing she could do to me. We were staying around on the bed the other night and she did it to me. I don't care what anyone says about her submission skills, that thing hurts.”
“Aaaaand, voila!”
Clothes stepped out from between the mirror Lord and he caught his reflection for the first time since the do-over.
“OH GOD, THIS IS WORSE THAN THE FIRST TIME.”
“AHH, IT REALLY IS.”
Lord stood up and grabbed his rumcola before leaving the room, more annoyed than anything now.
“For fuck sakes, just throw a shawl over my shoulders, give me a wig and find me a walker. That’ll do, Clothes.”
