Brother Knows Best
Jan 3, 2016 0:13:05 GMT -5
Post by Justine on Jan 3, 2016 0:13:05 GMT -5
8:32 am
Sunday January 3rd 2016
Santa Monica, California
“Yo back up now and give a brother room, The fuse is lit and I'm about to go boom, Mercy mercy mercy me, My life is a cage but on stage I'm free”
Mercy’s older brother greeted, Elijah Williams greeted his younger sister in the tune of The Fresh Prince’s 1993 hit Boom! Shake the Room. Mercy shook her head and rolled her eyes at the song. That song was a thing her family would sing to her when she was just a baby and well into her childhood because her name Mercy is repeated in the opening lines of the song.
“Boom Shake Shake the Room… Tick Tick Boom” Mercy responded apathetically.
The siblings sat down outside of a trendy cafe in California. Elijah had just come back from an extended stay in Australia and Mercy wanted to catch up him, especially over his recent engagement to Mercy’s mentor, Delta Madison. Elijah could see that Mercy wasn’t her usual perky self that he last saw in Australia a week ago. The waitress placed their coffees in front of them and the siblings thanking her.
“What’s up Mezza?”
Mercy circled the rim of her coffee mug, disappointed that her face wasn’t quite transparent.
“Ehhh, sorry that I appear so much of a downer. You know training and stuff like that. Trying to better myself and questioning if I’m good enough since my peers find it so easy to say I’m untalented and that I’m just a pair of boobs.” Mercy lamented still looking down at her latte.
“Mez, I know you’re stronger than that. What happened to fighting through the obstacles and overcoming them? Remember all those times when those mad cunts attempted to drag you down and you told Joe and I not to get involved? You showed those deepfried cunts whose boss.”
“That’s different, E, that was in high school. This is the real world and this is the profession I choose. I don’t want people babying me and telling me any different. I knew what I signed myself up when I decided to become a wrestler.”
“Look is that Kellen guy annoying you that much, I can still get involved and teach that asswipe a thing or two.”
Mercy shook her head. “No, don’t. You’re not even a wrestler.”
“Who said I needed to be a wrestler? Look at me!”
Elijah had a 6’5” muscular Samoan build, who could play the next Marvel Superhero if he wanted to. But Mercy didn’t want to resort to getting her older brother to fight her battles.
“I don’t think….”
“I can round up the Fob and he’ll be dead by the end of the week.”
Back in Australia Elijah was once the leader of a 'fob'. For those playing at home, it's an Australian and New Zealand term for a Pacific Islander gang.
Mercy shook her head afraid that her brother wasn’t joking. “No killing, please. I know I hate the guy but the douche doesn’t deserve to die.”
“Well let me know if you change your mind.” Elijah chortled.
“At this rate, I think I just need two sex-slave guys to even up on the odds with him. You know he basically called me a slut, why don’t I play it off so show that asshole what a slut is.” Mercy huffed, leaning back into the chair with her arms crossed.
“When a guy calls another woman a slut it means they have clearly lost already. He is one of those pricks who gets angry when there is a girl out of reach for him so he resorts to cheap insults.”
“You’re right. So what should I do?” Mercy relaxed, leaning back towards her coffee cup and taking a sip.
“For one, let me call the fob.” Elijah saw Mercy’s face dropped and changed his tune. “Alright, I’ve got an idea. Remember Kyran? Kyran Evans?”
“Kyran? You mean our cousin Kyran?”
“Yeah her. Remember she was a weightlifter who was training for the 2012 Olympics? She’s been in the Arizona area for the past few years, I think you should give her a call.”
Mercy contemplated the tip from her brother. Initially Mercy didn’t want to involve her family into her wrestling career if he became too hard to deal with but this time maybe her brother was on to something. Kellen Klein had two bimbos on his side who got the better of her at the last show, maybe it was time for Mercy to even the odds a little bit.
“You know what… What’s her number?”
Sunday January 3rd 2016
Santa Monica, California
“Yo back up now and give a brother room, The fuse is lit and I'm about to go boom, Mercy mercy mercy me, My life is a cage but on stage I'm free”
Mercy’s older brother greeted, Elijah Williams greeted his younger sister in the tune of The Fresh Prince’s 1993 hit Boom! Shake the Room. Mercy shook her head and rolled her eyes at the song. That song was a thing her family would sing to her when she was just a baby and well into her childhood because her name Mercy is repeated in the opening lines of the song.
“Boom Shake Shake the Room… Tick Tick Boom” Mercy responded apathetically.
The siblings sat down outside of a trendy cafe in California. Elijah had just come back from an extended stay in Australia and Mercy wanted to catch up him, especially over his recent engagement to Mercy’s mentor, Delta Madison. Elijah could see that Mercy wasn’t her usual perky self that he last saw in Australia a week ago. The waitress placed their coffees in front of them and the siblings thanking her.
“What’s up Mezza?”
Mercy circled the rim of her coffee mug, disappointed that her face wasn’t quite transparent.
“Ehhh, sorry that I appear so much of a downer. You know training and stuff like that. Trying to better myself and questioning if I’m good enough since my peers find it so easy to say I’m untalented and that I’m just a pair of boobs.” Mercy lamented still looking down at her latte.
“Mez, I know you’re stronger than that. What happened to fighting through the obstacles and overcoming them? Remember all those times when those mad cunts attempted to drag you down and you told Joe and I not to get involved? You showed those deepfried cunts whose boss.”
“That’s different, E, that was in high school. This is the real world and this is the profession I choose. I don’t want people babying me and telling me any different. I knew what I signed myself up when I decided to become a wrestler.”
“Look is that Kellen guy annoying you that much, I can still get involved and teach that asswipe a thing or two.”
Mercy shook her head. “No, don’t. You’re not even a wrestler.”
“Who said I needed to be a wrestler? Look at me!”
Elijah had a 6’5” muscular Samoan build, who could play the next Marvel Superhero if he wanted to. But Mercy didn’t want to resort to getting her older brother to fight her battles.
“I don’t think….”
“I can round up the Fob and he’ll be dead by the end of the week.”
Back in Australia Elijah was once the leader of a 'fob'. For those playing at home, it's an Australian and New Zealand term for a Pacific Islander gang.
Mercy shook her head afraid that her brother wasn’t joking. “No killing, please. I know I hate the guy but the douche doesn’t deserve to die.”
“Well let me know if you change your mind.” Elijah chortled.
“At this rate, I think I just need two sex-slave guys to even up on the odds with him. You know he basically called me a slut, why don’t I play it off so show that asshole what a slut is.” Mercy huffed, leaning back into the chair with her arms crossed.
“When a guy calls another woman a slut it means they have clearly lost already. He is one of those pricks who gets angry when there is a girl out of reach for him so he resorts to cheap insults.”
“You’re right. So what should I do?” Mercy relaxed, leaning back towards her coffee cup and taking a sip.
“For one, let me call the fob.” Elijah saw Mercy’s face dropped and changed his tune. “Alright, I’ve got an idea. Remember Kyran? Kyran Evans?”
“Kyran? You mean our cousin Kyran?”
“Yeah her. Remember she was a weightlifter who was training for the 2012 Olympics? She’s been in the Arizona area for the past few years, I think you should give her a call.”
Mercy contemplated the tip from her brother. Initially Mercy didn’t want to involve her family into her wrestling career if he became too hard to deal with but this time maybe her brother was on to something. Kellen Klein had two bimbos on his side who got the better of her at the last show, maybe it was time for Mercy to even the odds a little bit.
“You know what… What’s her number?”
