Post by Revvie® on May 11, 2014 8:33:26 GMT -5
Creatio Ex Nihilo
Part One of Three
By Revvie
The trampoline gave, and the young boy bounced comfortable. A power-bomb by his brother put him there, and was followed by an elbow drop to the sternum. The battle raged in the “ring”, but the only fans were the birds.
Will and Brad didn’t care, because they were having fun.
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I
“Can’t
ing help but wonder what happened to America, bloke can’t even smoke anywhere anymore. Walked around this damn town three times looking for a pub with some grub. Luckily for me, damn yanks hadn’t stolen this bar for their crusade…yet.”
William Hesse didn’t currently exist as himself, and the troubling notion of self may be too diluted to speak on. No; He was now inhabited by the comic character, Constantine. This, however, isn’t what caused the dirty look from the bartender, who now scoffed; William narrated himself aloud as if life were one big narrative.
Whether he was conscious of it, or not, he continued. “That, and the damn ugly broad could probably be bent over for the price of a few beers.”
Yelling; Gun cocked; Hesse exited the establishment and sodded off down the damn road.
“All I wanted was aing burger and chips. I didn’t really have time to dwell on it though, as my cell vibrated from within my coat. I shuffled the thing out into view, and couldn’t believe who it was.” Will answered it, “Whatcha want mate?”
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The elbow dropped formed a cover, and Brad counted loudly while over the top of his brother. 1….2… Will kicked out, and both of the boys stood up quick. They locked horns, but Brad hurried to gain leverage, and wrenched his brother’s head.
He repeated the same phrase over and over, “Do you give up? Do you give up? Do you give up?"
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II
“Thanks for having a beer with me, Will.”
“Name is Constantine, and you said you had business, not vomit.” Will Hesse sat at the bar, legs wrapped around the stool. A ciggie between the fingers, lingered with smoking entrails around him. Damned if the ambiance was just the way he liked it.
“I do, no, I do.” Brad hadn’t dealt with this character before, and this incarnation of his little brother had him a little off center. “It’s just customary….American customary phrase,” Brad trailed off, but Will just rolled his eyes, and then turned to a dull glare into the murky brew in front of him.
“Talk, or shut the up.”
Brad suffered his brother-Constantine, “Alright, Alright, damn,” the words were followed by a swig of his own beer. “I have a way to make some easy money, and I know. I know….I say this crap all the time. But I have a good connect, and good situation all lined up. No fuss.”
Will now turned to look at his brother, “And what the hell is the point?”
“You’re gonna wrestle. Go in, kick someer’s head in, and walk out. Check in hand, and maybe even getcha girl back?” Brad’s hint was hail Mary….actually more like a hell Megan; Will’s ex.
Constantine flickered, and a few muscle jerks were finally relieved with a deep puff. He pressed his cigarette out, and stared at Brad. “Well,” a smirk surfaced, “Guess we have a deal then.”
Part One of Three
By Revvie
The trampoline gave, and the young boy bounced comfortable. A power-bomb by his brother put him there, and was followed by an elbow drop to the sternum. The battle raged in the “ring”, but the only fans were the birds.
Will and Brad didn’t care, because they were having fun.
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I
“Can’t
ing help but wonder what happened to America, bloke can’t even smoke anywhere anymore. Walked around this damn town three times looking for a pub with some grub. Luckily for me, damn yanks hadn’t stolen this bar for their crusade…yet.”William Hesse didn’t currently exist as himself, and the troubling notion of self may be too diluted to speak on. No; He was now inhabited by the comic character, Constantine. This, however, isn’t what caused the dirty look from the bartender, who now scoffed; William narrated himself aloud as if life were one big narrative.
Whether he was conscious of it, or not, he continued. “That, and the damn ugly broad could probably be bent over for the price of a few beers.”
Yelling; Gun cocked; Hesse exited the establishment and sodded off down the damn road.
“All I wanted was a
ing burger and chips. I didn’t really have time to dwell on it though, as my cell vibrated from within my coat. I shuffled the thing out into view, and couldn’t believe who it was.” Will answered it, “Whatcha want mate?”---------------------
The elbow dropped formed a cover, and Brad counted loudly while over the top of his brother. 1….2… Will kicked out, and both of the boys stood up quick. They locked horns, but Brad hurried to gain leverage, and wrenched his brother’s head.
He repeated the same phrase over and over, “Do you give up? Do you give up? Do you give up?"
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II
“Thanks for having a beer with me, Will.”
“Name is Constantine, and you said you had business, not vomit.” Will Hesse sat at the bar, legs wrapped around the stool. A ciggie between the fingers, lingered with smoking entrails around him. Damned if the ambiance was just the way he liked it.
“I do, no, I do.” Brad hadn’t dealt with this character before, and this incarnation of his little brother had him a little off center. “It’s just customary….American customary phrase,” Brad trailed off, but Will just rolled his eyes, and then turned to a dull glare into the murky brew in front of him.
“Talk, or shut the
up.”Brad suffered his brother-Constantine, “Alright, Alright, damn,” the words were followed by a swig of his own beer. “I have a way to make some easy money, and I know. I know….I say this crap all the time. But I have a good connect, and good situation all lined up. No fuss.”
Will now turned to look at his brother, “And what the hell is the point?”
“You’re gonna wrestle. Go in, kick some
er’s head in, and walk out. Check in hand, and maybe even getcha girl back?” Brad’s hint was hail Mary….actually more like a hell Megan; Will’s ex. Constantine flickered, and a few muscle jerks were finally relieved with a deep puff. He pressed his cigarette out, and stared at Brad. “Well,” a smirk surfaced, “Guess we have a deal then.”
I dont know good luck 
