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God, the Devil, and Bob.; Which one's which?
Topic Started: Feb 26 2005, 12:51 PM (45 Views)
Minister Wighty
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Ah, the gym. Becoming a familiar setting in Wight's RPs, ain't it? Well, today we've got Bill in the ring with Tier, sans cane.

Tier: Today, Bill, we're going to be sparring. The doctors say my legs are healed enough that I can whip you now.

Bill raises an eyebrow.

BK: Ah, real cute there, Scotty. No offense, man, but you’ve been out of action for near half a year now. Get real, I’m in the prime of my career.

Tier smiles softly, but always with that sinister edge to it.

Tier: Come at me, Bill. Show me your superior skill.

No sarcasm, but then, isn't that the ultimate sarcasm? Bill settles into a fighting stance, as does Tier, and the two lock horns. Tier, of course, overpowers Bill. He has more arm muscles, duh. He bends Bill down and swings him up, SLAMMING him to the mat of the crappy gym ring. Bill does that hissy-breathy thing that guys who hurt their backs make and gets back up.

BK: All right, lucky shot.

Bill charges back up and CRACKS a kick against Tier's arm! Tier takes his leg and shoves Bill backward, but Bill pushes off Tier's arm and ROCKETS his foot into Tier's skull. Tier goes down to a knee, then SLAMS his fist into Kuriyama's abs. Bill sucks in air and stumbles backward, leaving him prey for a toe kick to the gut, and a SPIKING sit-out DDT! Tier bounces back up onto the balls of his feet and then pauses for a second.

Tier: Lucky shot?

Bill coughs and nods.

Tier: Yeah, you're probably right.

Tier moves to the turnbuckle and throws one of the towels to Bill.

Tier: Run.

Bill pulls himself out of the crater he made in the mat and slides out. He smiles and waves at Sam, who has apparently been standing at ringside for some time. She waves in return and Bill jogs in place while speaking to her.

BK: How you doin’?

She starts running and motions for him to follow, which he does.

Sam: Eh, all right.

BK: Super-duper. Anything good happen today?

Sam: Um... well, I talked to Swytch.

BK: Swytch? Crazy red-face Swytch?

Sam: Yeah.

BK: You got a thing for guys who train under Tier? 'Cuz if I got competition...

Bill smiles and doesn't finish his sentence, obviously making a joke. Sam smiles back, amused.

Sam: No, I was trying to find information.

BK: Well, shit, punch 4-1-1 into your phone, don’t go buggin’ the crazy person.

Sam: Well, Swytch knows about Tier, and I wanted information on Tier.

BK: Ahhhh so. Still on that, are ya? I'm tellin' ya, Sammie, just leave well enough alone. You don't bug him, he won't bug you.

Sam stops running and looks at Bill. Bill wasn't prepared for a stop, so he backpedals and stands beside her, jogging in place.

BK: Hey, check that out, I've been in only three serious relationships and I know what that look means. Go me.

Sam: I can't just... let it go.

BK: Why not?

Bill jogs while Sam blinks, which does indeed take a minute.

Sam: Why should I?

Bill shrugs.

BK: Why shouldn't you?

Is it just me or is Bill in a good mood? Odd, huh?

Sam: If someone insulted you like that, would you just... let it go?

BK: Dunno. No one's ever insulted me like that. Then again, I've never really given anyone a reason to, outside of a wrestling promo.

Sam sighs and rubs her hand over her face.

Sam: If it makes you feel any better I've not got anything on him.

BK: Well, yeah, that makes me feel great. Just excellent, like I jogged a mile for cancer. My girlfriend is pissed at my trainer. Both are important parts of my life. Makes a fiiiine mess. Honestly, I think you're the one who needs to step back and look at yourself.

Sam takes a step backwards and looks at herself up and down. She puts her hand on top of her head and feels around.

Sam: Aside from maybe missing a few strands of hair, I think I look pretty good!

Bill backpedals to her side again and smiles.

BK: 'Course you do. Sexier by the day. But that's not what I mean here, Sammie, and you know it.

Tier: Jogging in place isn't running. Run.

The two of them are drawn to Tier, punching a heavy bag around the middle of the gym. They then look back to one another. Bill shrugs and begins running again. Sam rolls her eyes and keeps pace.

Sam: Y'know, maybe I got a little carried away? That happens when I'm mad.

BK: Yeah, y'know what else happens when you're mad? The gym turns into a disco.

Sam laughs again.

Sam: Yeah, sorry 'bout that. But the look on Victor's face was worth it.

BK: Heh. He kept lookin' up at the ceiling all night.

Sam: Well, that had to have made it easier on you.

BK: Not really... but that's beside the point. I really think you need to control yourself better. I mean, Tier had a point; you seemed intent from the get-go to piss him off. Exactly what would that get you?

They run for a bit in relative silence, only the clop-clop-clopping of their feet on mat and tile keeping the time with the symphony of canvas on flesh and metal on metal in the background.

BK: ... Sam?

Sam: Huh?

BK: You gonna answer me?

Sam looks up at him, a bit sad.

Sam: Do I have to?

BK: You don’t HAVE to.

Sam: *sighs* When you're training you come back to the hotel and you're sore and you're tired, so you usually go to sleep. 'Cuz you spend quite a bit of your night here, and I've got my own training to do, plus a match this week. I don't get to see you very much anymore.

BK: Unless you're getting at something that's gonna piss me off, you're changing the subject. I have a sick feeling you're not.

Sam: It's selfish and I hate it, but I miss having you around more...

BK: Yeah, Sam, that's one thing, but when you go trying to sabotage me, that's a completely fucking different thing.

Where'd that good mood go? Tier probably ate it. He feasts on good moods, and the dreams of small children. Also chee-tos. But you knew that.

Sam: I wasn't trying to sabotage you, I was trying to get him to calm it down.

Bill stops this time, but Sam was kinda expecting it, so she slows and faces him.

BK: Are you not getting it? Sammie, you're a wrestler. You have to keep up with your routine to maintain your physical condition. If you want to IMPROVE this condition, you've gotta do more. And if you want fast results, you better work your damn ass off. That's what I'm doing. Now, I understand you miss me, that's groovy. I miss you, too. But goddammit, I'm down here nearly every night of the week and this is the second time I've seen you in this gym. The first time you start a fight with my trainer, and the second... well, here we are.

Bill extends his hands, indicating that where they are is indeed "here". He claps them against his thighs as he lowers them quickly, while Sam hugs her upper abs in shame and misery. The sound of the bag being struck stops softly in the background.

Sam: I'm sorry.

Bill sighs, bordering on a soft exhale.

BK: Yeah. I'll believe that when you apologize to him.

Bill takes back off on his run. Not fast or angry, just because Tier's silence means "run, stupid wrestler". Sam watches him go around the gym a few times, her eyes on his as he passes her, then finally she makes her way over to Tier. Tier has stopped training himself and is currently sipping sweet, salty sports drink. Sam puts her hand to her neck sub-consciously, running her fingers over the sensitive nerves under the bruises. They stand in decently close proximity until Tier deems himself finished with the drink and caps it. He smacks his lips softly and speaks.

Tier: If all you're going to do is stand there you'll only end up grating on my nerves. Speak or leave.

Sam leans backward and starts half-stepping away, but she catches a certain satin-haired streak of tan and black blurring by and stops herself.

Sam: I'm sorry. About last time.

Tier looks at her, and without murder and stuff in his eyes.

Tier: Are you? For what, specifically.

Sam: Yes. I am. For... being... a bitch?

Tier sighs.

Tier: Let me tell you something, Samantha. That is your proper name, is it not?

Sam nods, and Tier responds in kind, rolling his bottom lip up over his top and back under where it belongs.

Tier: You're a bright girl with a lot of potential, but you're wasting it. Now, before you get huffy and I have to break you, listen.

Tier folds his arms at his chest and looks down on her.

Tier: I've been through a lot in only two years. I went through a bit of a metamorphosis, and I'm sure I'm far from done. However, the lessons I've learned thus far have been some of the most valuable. As I do with most of the wrestlers floundering in this federation, I see a lot of myself in those eyes. At your heart, Sam, you're angry. Selfish. Spiteful. Bitter. There's even a touch of angst in there, buried under your feelings for Bill. Now, I don't blame you for feeling the way you do. Life can give you a handfull of shit you can't even make lemonade out of, so you do the only thing you can and bury yourself in it. The more shit life hands you, the more you throw on top of the pile. Nobody around you has the spine or the perception to say "hey, you're covered in shit, go take a shower" and you just keep burying yourself. You, Sam, are buried in shit. You have been since you were little. Possibly before then. You may have been born into the piles of shit your parents wallowed in. I don't know, don't care to know. What I DO know is that you need to pull yourself out of that shit and stop acting like a child. Have you honestly, seriously changed in the last ten years of your life?

Sam waits to make sure Tier is finished, then takes a deep breath, swallowing hard. She blinks in denial of her tears and breathes smoothly again.

Sam: In the last... ten years...

There is a pause in which Tier decides to lean against the ring post.

Sam: Well, ten years... ago... was before everything happened. But since things happened... yeah, there's been changes. Though I doubt you'd think them positive.

Tier: I doubt I'd think them changes. Events don't change people; the people change themselves.

Sam: No... I developed a religion and I went to college and was happy there for a while.

Tier: Were you?

What a meanie, interrupting.

Sam: Happier than I've been since...

Tier: Hmmmmmm.

Tier's not thinking. He just seems to make that noise when he feels someone else should be.

Tier: College. Your... teacher? You felt strongly for him. You miss him.

Sam nods.

Sam: I miss him a lot, yes.

Tier nods as well, slower, his grey eyes staring slightly above Sam's head.

Tier: Child, you need guidance. As much as you may love him, your former teacher was... incorrect for you. You need someone who's not going to let you slowly destroy yourself. Even Bill doesn't seem to have any aversion to that, which is unfortunate. It also seems every chance you get you place yourself in harm's way, and even when the headlights are warming your eyelashes, or the monster's saliva moistens your neck... you stand and wait. I... wonder...

That wasn't trailing off. It was a very intentional fade into Sam's own thoughts.

Sam: Do you mean... you? Or... Swytch? Because... I... never would've turned on you like that had you not pinned me. And I knew you weren't going to kill me.

Tier: Wasn't I?

Isn't it scary when someone looks so serious in that situation? Aren't I making a lot of narratory sections with questions? What's up with that?

Sam: No.

Tier smiles.

Tier: Continue.

Sam: Swytch may have hurt me more than he did, but he wasn't going to kill me. I think I wanted the same thing he wants.

Tier: I need to speak with Swytch. Not now. Now will just end in violence, and I have enough on my plate right now. Perhaps something more. However, as flattering as it is for you to suggest myself as a monster, I wonder if you truly caught my point?

Sam: I did. I was just... curious... on that.

Tier: Mm.

He shouts, which startles Sam a bit, especially since he's looking at her when he does it.

Tier: You can stop running. Take a break, drink some water, then weight train. I'll call Victor in a bit. You're not ready for me yet...

Sam pulls herself back up to a standing position, since she ducked when he yelled, a bit of color in her cheeks.

Tier: I'm not going to hurt you unless you push me to.

Sam: Don't pin me like that again.

Tier: You brought that upon yourself, dear girl. This argument is over. Moving on... you've been without guidance, likely since you were cast into this world. Proof of this lies within the fact that I can reduce you into tears held back by a will of tissue paper within seconds with the truth.

Tier waits for a response, aware that he may be waiting for a while. She holds up a finger and moves to her gym bag, grabs a bottle of water, returns and takes a drink.

Sam: My teacher, and even my counselor back when I was in high school were always satisfied with me telling them exactly what they wanted to hear. Neither of them could see what was going on in my head, or that maybe what they were doing wasn't working. So it was easy for me to get through counseling and through all my training with Chuck without either of them pressing me.

Sam sighs and thinks, looking at her toes as they re-arrange a fold in the vinyl of the mats.

Sam: You pissed me off... because you looked at me and could see everything that I have hid for so long. I didn't think anyone could do that.

Tier: "Hide in the shadows all your life and you will never see the sun."

Sam nods.

Sam: What you were telling me was the truth, and it was a harsh truth, and one I didn't want to hear. I'm sorry I got so angry about that. One of the reasons that Bill doesn't seem to care when I "destroy myself" as you put it, is that I don't think he notices.

Tier nods and clears his throat with a swallow before Sam can continue.

Tier: He does. He just doesn't say anything. To you, or to me. But even that night you came to him after your attempt to further sentence the damned, over the miracle of video tape I could see the worry hidden in his eyes.

Sam nods and looks away, watching the man they speak of bench a mighty sum of weight, much more than he could before, indeed. There is the non-silence again until Tier breaks both Sam's train of thought and the lack of speech between them.

Tier: Your apology is accepted.

Sam: Thank you. But... what am I supposed to do about the rest of it since... you seem like you know?

Sam's words are sincere, for once, not sarcastic.

Tier: We will talk. I warn you before I even begin to teach you that the lessons you need must be learned, not simply told. If you heed me, I know exactly what will happen to you. I have a very good guess as to what will happen if you do not. You are not one of those I seek to ruin, for several reasons I'll tell you when you've progressed. Bill is training again tomorrow. You will be here?

He makes it a question! How nice of him.

Sam: Can I get some training in as well? I DO have a match to worry about.

Tier: Your match will be a walk in the park. But yes, we can talk and train. I'll do what I can for you, Sam. But on one condition. When he's here? He's mine. When you're here? YOU are mine. Understood?

Sam brings her hands to her face.

Sam: Ohhh, that is the second time I've heard that tonight! ... but yes, I understand you, too.

Tier: Delightful. I'm going to call Victor.

Tier nods and takes his cell off the ring apron, then begins dialing. Sam walks to Bill, who is wiping his sweat off the bench.

Sam: Well, I think he and I are cleared up. How're you and I?

Bill sighs and sits on the bench. He looks up to Sam and shakes his head.

BK: I don't see any reason why we shouldn't be fine, Sam. So long as you remember we're in a relationship. A real one. Not the ones you see on TV where the woman runs everything and all the guy wants is sex and time to watch ESPN.

Sam seats herself beside Bill and leans her head on his hot arm.

Sam: I'm really sorry.

Bill thinks about putting his arm around her, but remembers that he has armpits, and that the bacteria which live there tend to be odiferous.

BK: I know. Don't worry about it, Sammie. Just... don't forget what this is, how this started, and why it's still around. I think I love you, Sammie. And if you fuck that up, I am going to have to kick you in the head.

Sam tilts her head upward so she can look into his honey brown eyes and smiles.

Sam: I thought I was the one that specialized at kicking people in the head?

BK: We're both pretty good at it. Mine's just a lot... shinier.

Sam laughs.

Sam: Well, I don't think you need to worry at all about me and Tier. He's gonna train me, too. Just... in a different way than you.

BK: Is he, now? That should be interesting.

Sam: You're tellin' me.

They subtly snuggle against each other for a momnent, then Bill pats her leg.

BK: I have legs. They need workin' out before I have to make them lift a fat man.

Sam stands.

Sam: Well, then, I'll let you get to that.

Bill rises, turns, and kisses her softly before moving to the leg weight... machine... thingy. Sam smiles and returns to Tier, who is off the phone and stretching on the mats. Sam squats very near him, but not close enough to interrupt his stretching.

Sam: He thinks he loves me, and I think I feel the same way... try not to let me mess that up?

Tier: "Do or do not. There is no 'try'."

Sam: Good one. Confuscious?

Tier: Yoda.

He smiles to himself and Sam gets up and wanders off as the scene fades.
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