Post by Freakke on Nov 27, 2011 5:17:59 GMT -6
--- Gramma Faust's House ---
For a long time now it seems, Michael Faust and Charlie Smiles have been good friends. For almost the same length of time, Mrs. Tabitha Faust has been known as Gramma Faust by both Charlie and Mina. Everyone calls her this. She is a kindly old woman and who is easy to get along with and tougher than nails when need be.
Being involved with the raising of the twelve Faust children of Michael's generation she needed to be. Eight wrestlers, four of which professional, two in high school, one in college, and one retired. Those that didn't wrestle as sport did so for fun. No holiday was complete without a roll around on the grass out front. Thanksgiving was the worst though.
It was a spectacle to behold as well.
Freakke the Carnival King, Ms. Fitte, Doctor Dream the Surgical Sandman, Lanchelnlos, Gabrielle “Dawn” Faust, and Lucas Long all had come to dinner in full grab and with every intentions of wrestling. The other wrestlers were all wearing somewhat more presentable clothing though most had the intentions of wrestling anyhow. Everyone else kind of shook their heads and sighed. Gramma Faust was wearing a ref shirt expecting the 'festivities'.
Amid the chaos though, Freakke managed to sneak off and he pulled out a mini camera. Setting it on an empty chair he sat back smirking.
”Well ladies and gents, Happy Thanksgiving. Wishing you all a great day of gluttony and friendship and all that, but what are we really here for? Is it the turkey? No. The closeness with family and friends? No. It's a pay per view week. We're here for the wrestling!”
From somewhere in the background more voices can be heard.
“OK, who threw down the challenge?”
“Knock it off Lucas, we're trying to carve the bird.”
“Who wants to see Ms. Fitte versus Gabrielle?”
“I would if I wasn't related to either of them.”
“Did you just steal a slice of pie before dinner?”
“*mumbled*noooo....”
“Gram is gunna kill you.”
”For the safety of my hosts sanity I will keep it down for now. Anyhow, it's the most wonderful time of the year. A time for food, gifts, and professional wrestling. This place is almost practically a shrine to those of the industry. Doc Dream's dad and grandad both were wrestlers from way back apparently. Pretty big in certain circles too. And then there's the big guy himself....just really really big.”
”Speaking of wrestling, it seems I'm stuck with Magically Delicious for about a month. That kinda sucks. Ya know what doesn't suck though? Six man showcase match. Even better? Six man showcase match featuring yours truly. Hells yeah baby! These matches are rough. Not only is it tough to wrestle like that but waiting on the side lines is murder on your nerves. Its just a lot of hoping and praying sometimes to get tagged. Other times it feels like you could really get ahead by screwing the guy by not making a tag. Weird match,. Great results.”
“Michael! Put your cousin down!”
”He started it!”
“Don't you dare put him through that table!”
“Do it Mikey!”
“Gramma don't encourage him!”
There is a loud crash and a few 'Oh my gods' and plenty of laughing.
”Heh, what makes that waiting feeling worse? Knowing your stepping into the ring with five other guys who are damned good competitors. What makes it better? It'll be a hell of a match. Win or lose we're running this one into the dirt. Evans and Jackhammer are both guys I've faced before. Tough wrestlers. Hell of a challenge. The others though I don't know too well. Novak, Grenier, Disdonn...I only know them backstage. That said I've seen and heard good things. Sunday, like always, is shaping up to be an amazing day. I'm not gonna bad mouth any of them because I know what they're capable of. I know that this could be as great a match as any on the main card. We just need to prove it.”
“Who wants turkey?”
“No thanks Gram...Dave is gunna need a pillow though.”
“Ooooh, old fashioned Sleeper Mikey? He's got a sweet spot in his ribs David.”
“Gramma! Ooof!”
”I will come out on top though. No matter who it is I finally take out, no matter how its done: pin, submission, ko, whatever. I plan on coming out on top. I want my hand held up after the bell just as the show is about to begin. I will outlast, outsmart, and out whatever needs to be outed to win this match. That dear cretins...is a promise.”
“Hey...where's Charlie?
”Well, that bird is calling my name. Time to say peace out folks...”
He smiled and made to wave goodbye but the door burst open and he was quickly thrown into a full nelson by one of the Surgical Sandman's cousins.
“Found him!”
“Come eat Charles.”
“Don't struggle, you'll only make it worse.”
The camera got knocked over just as the Carnival King smiled and thrashed out to escape the submission dragging him to the dining table. A struggle could be heard but the battery died leaving all to wonder who won.
For a long time now it seems, Michael Faust and Charlie Smiles have been good friends. For almost the same length of time, Mrs. Tabitha Faust has been known as Gramma Faust by both Charlie and Mina. Everyone calls her this. She is a kindly old woman and who is easy to get along with and tougher than nails when need be.
Being involved with the raising of the twelve Faust children of Michael's generation she needed to be. Eight wrestlers, four of which professional, two in high school, one in college, and one retired. Those that didn't wrestle as sport did so for fun. No holiday was complete without a roll around on the grass out front. Thanksgiving was the worst though.
It was a spectacle to behold as well.
Freakke the Carnival King, Ms. Fitte, Doctor Dream the Surgical Sandman, Lanchelnlos, Gabrielle “Dawn” Faust, and Lucas Long all had come to dinner in full grab and with every intentions of wrestling. The other wrestlers were all wearing somewhat more presentable clothing though most had the intentions of wrestling anyhow. Everyone else kind of shook their heads and sighed. Gramma Faust was wearing a ref shirt expecting the 'festivities'.
Amid the chaos though, Freakke managed to sneak off and he pulled out a mini camera. Setting it on an empty chair he sat back smirking.
”Well ladies and gents, Happy Thanksgiving. Wishing you all a great day of gluttony and friendship and all that, but what are we really here for? Is it the turkey? No. The closeness with family and friends? No. It's a pay per view week. We're here for the wrestling!”
From somewhere in the background more voices can be heard.
“OK, who threw down the challenge?”
“Knock it off Lucas, we're trying to carve the bird.”
“Who wants to see Ms. Fitte versus Gabrielle?”
“I would if I wasn't related to either of them.”
“Did you just steal a slice of pie before dinner?”
“*mumbled*noooo....”
“Gram is gunna kill you.”
”For the safety of my hosts sanity I will keep it down for now. Anyhow, it's the most wonderful time of the year. A time for food, gifts, and professional wrestling. This place is almost practically a shrine to those of the industry. Doc Dream's dad and grandad both were wrestlers from way back apparently. Pretty big in certain circles too. And then there's the big guy himself....just really really big.”
”Speaking of wrestling, it seems I'm stuck with Magically Delicious for about a month. That kinda sucks. Ya know what doesn't suck though? Six man showcase match. Even better? Six man showcase match featuring yours truly. Hells yeah baby! These matches are rough. Not only is it tough to wrestle like that but waiting on the side lines is murder on your nerves. Its just a lot of hoping and praying sometimes to get tagged. Other times it feels like you could really get ahead by screwing the guy by not making a tag. Weird match,. Great results.”
“Michael! Put your cousin down!”
”He started it!”
“Don't you dare put him through that table!”
“Do it Mikey!”
“Gramma don't encourage him!”
There is a loud crash and a few 'Oh my gods' and plenty of laughing.
”Heh, what makes that waiting feeling worse? Knowing your stepping into the ring with five other guys who are damned good competitors. What makes it better? It'll be a hell of a match. Win or lose we're running this one into the dirt. Evans and Jackhammer are both guys I've faced before. Tough wrestlers. Hell of a challenge. The others though I don't know too well. Novak, Grenier, Disdonn...I only know them backstage. That said I've seen and heard good things. Sunday, like always, is shaping up to be an amazing day. I'm not gonna bad mouth any of them because I know what they're capable of. I know that this could be as great a match as any on the main card. We just need to prove it.”
“Who wants turkey?”
“No thanks Gram...Dave is gunna need a pillow though.”
“Ooooh, old fashioned Sleeper Mikey? He's got a sweet spot in his ribs David.”
“Gramma! Ooof!”
”I will come out on top though. No matter who it is I finally take out, no matter how its done: pin, submission, ko, whatever. I plan on coming out on top. I want my hand held up after the bell just as the show is about to begin. I will outlast, outsmart, and out whatever needs to be outed to win this match. That dear cretins...is a promise.”
“Hey...where's Charlie?
”Well, that bird is calling my name. Time to say peace out folks...”
He smiled and made to wave goodbye but the door burst open and he was quickly thrown into a full nelson by one of the Surgical Sandman's cousins.
“Found him!”
“Come eat Charles.”
“Don't struggle, you'll only make it worse.”
The camera got knocked over just as the Carnival King smiled and thrashed out to escape the submission dragging him to the dining table. A struggle could be heard but the battery died leaving all to wonder who won.
