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Stranger Than (Fan)Fiction; Freakshow
Topic Started: May 17 2017, 01:23 AM (51 Views)
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A fireplace crackles in the corner of Freakshow's trailer, and the green haired dynamo is kicked back in a La-Z-Boy in a burgundy crushed velvet smoking coat. In his hands, he's holding an iPad which he's reading over a pair of reading glasses sitting on the tip of his nose. As the scene opens, a log in the fire pops, and Freakshow looks up to see us, the reader viewer.

"Well howdy there. So nice of you to join me in my humble abode," a hand gestures his welcome. "I've been on a literary journey through a wonderful treasure trove of writing. Who knew how many fans decided to take fingers to keyboard to write tales of derrier...derring?...whatever, do with the fantastic talent of FIW in starring roles?"

He's smiling like there's a punchline, and he's trying to be sly but can't wait to deliver it. With a straight face, of course.

"While many superstars, such as Bisenshi Sakura and Zombie Black, in testament to their fantastical ways, seem to spawn stories as a byproduct of their existence, there are others who inspire our fans through more aesthetic means."

Freakshow makes a flicking gesture on the iPad he's holding as if he's grandly turning the page of a book.

"Chief among these is one, Joseph Stanton, the face that launched a thousand ships. From retellings and reimaginings of his relationships with the likes of April Lynn and Kim Coulter to the violent passions of IntenStantionity, Joe Stanton has made the rounds of the FIW fanfiction bedrooms in his time, and I've found an interesting and timely little dalliance of Fanfiction!Joe that I feel our fans might have some deep interest in."

He recrosses his slipper clad feet on the ottoman they're resting on, reaches beside him to retrieve a glass of water, takes a sip, then places the glass back on the end table.

"An esteemed author who goes by the screen name SuplexAngel has penned this timeless Easter classic that I found while browsing through the web, and I have received their permission to share portions of it with you here today to show my deep appreciation of the creativity of our fans. Without further ado, let's delve into the pages of Passions of Pastel Pastures."

Clearing his throat, he pushes up the glasses a hair, brings the iPad a little closer to his face, and begins to dramatically read.

"The warm sunlight beat down on Joe Stanton's broad shoulders as he leaned against the fence of his favorite horse, Number 28's, paddock. Smells of ham and Easter feast wafted from the trailer nearby, and he languidly closed his eyes against the bright light of early spring. Number 28 leaned against the fence, and he patted her flank, feeling her soft, chestnut fur under his fingers. What a time to be alive!"

Another flick as if turning a page, and Freakshow flickers his eyes up to meet the camera then continues.

"It was a beautiful day to ride, and Number 28 seemed to agree, but the thought of getting tack from the nearby barn and burdening his beast on such a warm day just didn't seem right. It was then he felt a rough hand on the small of his back and the gentle warm waft of breath on the nape of his neck. "Howdy, partner," the gravelly murmur of a deep voice announced the presence of the green haired rancher who had stolen Joe's heart, and Joe instinctively submitted to his partner's embrace."

Freakshow looks up at the camera with a sly grin and mouths the words 'it's me.'

"Wrapping his arms around Joe's waist, Freakshow asks, "Thinkin' about a ride?" Joe stepped out of his partner's powerful embrace. "It would be better if I wasn't alone." His hand found the back of Freakshow's hand as it rested on the fence."

Yet another page flip, and the Scion of Sin scans the screen with his eyes. He flicks the screen again, scans, flicks, scans, flicks, then holds an index finger up to the camera.

"Hold up, there's like 14 pages of the two of us romantically riding a horse bareback here. Lemme find the good stuff."

There's a bit of a fast forward sequence of more of the flipping and scanning before he evidently finds what he's looking for.

"Here we go."

"...Joe exulted at the raw power with which he was being pressed into the hay bales, and he let the green-haired man doing the pressing know. "Pin me," he grunted, "Make me submi..."

"Well that's not family friendly programming...hmmm, suplexed onto the straw...interesting interpretation of 'Scarlet Speedster'...well, that's not really how a schoolboy works..."

Freakshow's decided to utilize his position as storyteller to interject and cut off the salacious action that was culminating on his iPad screen.

"Let's skip to the end, huh? You can guess what's going on."

With that, he flips a few pages forward before resuming.

"He was sticky and covered in sweat, lying there on the barn floor with Freakshow still kneeling over him. "That was fun, bub," Freakshow said, patting Joe on the stomach before standing. Joe stretched languidly, looking over to see one of the Easter Eggs the neighbor children hadn't been able to find this morning nestled in the straw next to him..."

And Freakshow trails off, setting the iPad down on the table next to him before steepling his fingers and looking into the camera.

"And I think that proves the point that needs to be made: Not everything ends with Joe Stanton standing over someone."

A definite reference back to his conversation with his conversation with Stanton earlier this week.

"Sometimes he's a mess on the floor when the chips go down. Sometimes he's the one who taps. And even though both of us have had good times across the ring from each other, there's a belt to be won, and I intend to win it. So, Joe, bud. This has been a fun ride. Lots of fun, but I've gone down to you before. I'm ready to dominate this time."

He stands, adjusting the lapels of his robe.

"So have fun at your barbecue or whatever. Laugh it up with your buddies, and keep up the good work, but someone else's got Fighting Spirit. Seeya at Anarchy in the U.K."

He reaches over to the nearby lamp, pulls the cord, and the screen goes dark.

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"Way to ruin the mood."

The scene opens on those words of disappointment, Joe Stanton's lounging on his hotel bed with little more than a tiny satin robe and mercifully boxer briefs. Shaking his head, he looks so downtrodden over Freakshow's rendition of their passionate moment together. Puckering his lips in thought, he bobs his head to the side in a one shoulder shrug.

"Probably the best you ever had though, to be fair."

Winking at the camera, Joe's right hand idly runs over him and brushes against the ends of his satin robe. Almost exposing bare chest and sternum! Scandalous!

"But seriously, 'Show, we had a real good thing going. Our first time was magical, exciting, so totally different than anything I've had before, yet just enough familiarity too! Exhilarating! You were charming and funny, and you knew how to have a good time. It was all so...perfect."

The Fighting Spirit Champion's hand is gradually traveling south in a way that the camera man doesn't even seem entirely comfortable about.

"The second time..."

His hand stops by the divine sweet grace of all deities and there's a pout that overtakes his lips.

"We had company. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't quite the same either. We didn't get as much one on one time as I would've liked, and call me selfish, but I don't like vying for anybody's attention. But you were a gentleman and made sure to save the last dance for me, and I was head over heels about it! I got a taste of what we had, and I wanted more!"

Sensually he rubs his chest through the robe and he hums a tune.

"I've got an itch to scratch, and I need assistance!"

Dramatically he whips his head to face the camera lens, giving it his best Blue Steel expression.

"It's why I was so looking forward to this encounter, 'Show. Another chance, another real chance for us to do the dirty. For us to recapture the magic of what we had that first time, I was going to put up no resistance to this match making, I wanted us to go the distance!"

Theatrical in nature, he plants his hand on the bed beside him when he declares his intentions for this match.

"But that charming, funny man I met...has shown himself for the puberty stricken teen at prom fumbling for a feel of boob!"

To emphasize this point, he gropes his own chest with a look of disgust to match his tone.

"Petty, cheap tricks show you for who you really are, and for what you really want!"

Sitting up, Joe has the look of a man scorned! He reaches down to the crotch of his robes and unties it, presenting the Fighting Spirit Championship that's sitting comfortably around his waist!

"We could've had something special. We could've had something legendary! We could've been A-MAZ-ZING! And, you threw it all away!"

Disappointment washes over Joe and he looks on with a mixture of judging and it, shaking his head and sighing. He darn near looks wistful over this seemingly lost potential between the two of them in their matches, his right hand reaching up and touching the championship that sits on his waist.

"You can't just forego the teasing and the foreplay! Just like with that story you found, you skipped over the best part! You're pushing by the pleasure and the fun, and looking straight for the satisfaction!"

Stanton suddenly smiles and winks.

"All because you wanted to bust your nut early."

There's a snort heard off camera, yet Joe maintains a straight face when he scolds Freakshow over this. Like a mother scolding their child for wetting the bed. His hand slips behind him and he pulls out an iPad of his own, bringing it up to his face. From seemingly nowhere he reaches into his robes and he pulls out reading glasses, putting them on and clearing his throat.

"I, on the other hand, am nothing if not a man of the people. So I will not deny them what they so rightfully deserve..."

He says proudly, thumbing over the iPad and clearing his throat again.

"Joe cooed the commands into his lover's ear, ripping at his back to do so. Freakshow may have been straddling the young man, but both fought for control over the other. Like their fiery, hot lust for each over threatened to consume and burn the other alive. Sweat beads dripped down Freakshow's brow and fell onto the face of his lover as he-"

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Freakshow's sitting on the edge of a hotel bed, clad in a red and black plaid flannel pair of pajama pants and a white a-shirt. He's leaned forward slightly towards the camera, forearms resting on his knees and fingertips gently touching with an earnest look upon his stubbly face.

"Joey, Joey, Joey," there's a slight shake to his head. "It seems you forgot who you were dealin' with when you decided to get all attached to this mess."

The gently chiding tone of his voice is tender but firm. Like a good chicken nugget.

"Maybe y'just didn't know. You haven't been back all that long, but hey, my ego says you watched before you signed, so I'm gonna go with you forgettin'. I ain't one of your parkin' lot barbecue good old boys club from way back when, no matter how congenial I may have been in our past interactions."

If you haven't noticed, there's a full on fry-up going on elsewhere that Freakshow was invited to and hasn't deigned to show up at.

"So, buddy, lemme make this clear: fostering good will has never been my modus operandi. I'm glad for you that you've been really getting off on our matches, but buddy, judging by the fervent, I dunno, pulsating of your passion for wrasslin' with me, I'm sensin' that it was a lot better for you than it was for me."

He affixes the camera with a double entendre laden look and a deadpan pause.

"But all good things have to come to an end, and I'm looking to end it with that shiny Fightin' Spirit Championship stripped off of your pretty little waist."

A smirk crosses his lips.

"After all. If we're gonna be goin' another round, I'm aimin' for my own satisfaction."

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"What a spoilsport you are."

The scene opens on Joe Stanton lacing up his boots, it looks like he's getting ready. Either for the match they're discussing, or maybe a house show or maybe to train. In any case, he shakes his head.

"Trying to have some fun, trying to promote our match a little, and you just can't play along and have a laugh too, huh? Have to be a Debbie Downer and stomp out all the cheer."

Shaking his head, he finishes one boot and switches to the other.

"Alright then, no more games. Time to get serious."

Initially with conviction in his voice, Joe suddenly looks unsure of that proclamation.

"Well, as serious as I can get."

Now with both of his boots finished, he stands up from the bench he had been sitting up and he takes some athletic tape with him. He waves at the camera as he's trying to get the end of the tape to start unraveling.

"Over here."

Panning around him cause of the camera man moving, the scene fades out and transitions into a new piece.
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