Honour the Belt #8

Honour The Belt

By the author of BARD:  Owner of the Gemstone

*This is a fictious story and homage to professional wrestling

#8

Autumn Spring takes a sip of water.  Her experience with professional wrestling is that the best are tremendous actors.  They become their character no matter what’s going on in their real life.  Mamacita’s bunched up shoulders aren’t act.  Autumn just knows the Mexican wrestler hates losing.  But that she did, tells Autumn that Mamacita isn’t just about herself, but the business as a whole.

The next match is going to be the hardest to call.  The Bionic Man is wrestling against The Lobster Claw, or just Lobster Claw.  The Bionic Man is a young man still, and a war vet.  His armoured vehicle drove over one too many landmines in Sudan while he was guarding Red Cross workers.  His left arm, just below the elbow had to be amputated.  She grounds her teeth.  Lobster Claw is a semi-retired pro wrestler with over twenty years of experience.  He’s also a retired Air Force mechanic.  After a lot of arguments, The Source and the other promoters agreed to let The Bionic Man wrestle, as long as it was with an experienced wrestler.

An adapted version of military taps music blares.  The bear-sized figure of Lobster Claw stomps out from the curtains at the back of the auditorium.  His hands are dyed red.  He alternating clasps his thumbs and pressed together fingers over his head.  The claws are ready to cause damage to whoever opposes him.

Next, she hears soft tapping that grows louder and louder.  “I am now complete,” sings a male voice.  Dancing out from behind the stage curtain is The Bionic Man.  Barely six feet (183 cm) tall, with a quarterback’s body he’s still as cocky as ever.  He rolls under the bottom rope, does a spin and lands on his knees in the centre of the canvas.  He thrust his bionic arm into the air.

All Autumn Spring hears, is the crowd gasp.

Thanks to:

Jennifer Deslaurier for portraying Autumn Spring

Honorable Mentions:

A Complete Guide to Bionic Arms & Hands

Southern Ontario Professional Wrestling

Professional Wrestling Links:

Celtic Warrior Workout (with Sheamus)  * because I’m a fitness trainer as well as an author

Renee Paquette

The Broken Skull Sessions

The Kurt Angle Show

Honour the Belt #7

Honour The Belt

By the author of BARD:  Owner of the Gemstone

*This is a fictious story and homage to professional wrestling

#7

Mamacita hears her music blaring.  It’s a techno version of the Mexican anthem.  She struts through the screened off area at the back of the gymnasium.  Half way to the ring she twirls so her green, white, and red cape with the Mexican eagle in the centre, flows for everyone to see.  She glances at the commentator table.  See me hermana, she thinks towards the red-haired announcer.  She rolls onto the canvas and dances in a circle.

“You’re too big to be a wrestler!” one of the men in the crowd shouts out.

She grabs a mic off the referee.  Leaning over the top rope she pouts before saying, “You must be only half a man to say such a thing to Mamacita.”  Walking to the centre of the ring, she raises her voice.  “Watch and see what Mamacita’s natural body can do.  Some of you will crave me after you do.  Some of you will fear me.  But all of you will respect Mamacita after you see what she can do.”  She hears her opponent’s music blast trough the air.  She takes off her cape and hands it and the mic to the referee.

From behind the stage’s curtains a young woman with long blonde hair and blue eyes struts out.  She wears a gold mask that glimmers.  As does her pine green halter top and gold shorts.  Her boots are a matching green with red torch emblem on the outer sides.  In her bellybutton is a belly ring that blinks with a white light.  She’s as tall but half the size of Mamacita.  Her abs are ripped and there’s definition in her arms and legs.  This is Lampetia. 

Mamacita moves to attack but the referee holds her back.  Once Lampetia is fully in the ring they lock up.  Mamacita hip flips Lampetia to the mat and puts her into a headlock. 

Between gasping and snarling, Mamacita whispers, “Back kick.” 

Lampetia struggles to her feet than drops so Mamacita’s chin bounces off the top of her head.  She rolls forward onto her feet and kicks back into Mamacita’s abdomen.

As the referee checks on Mamacita she whispers, “Five minutes.”

Mamacita nods at the referee so that she knows Mamacita can continue.  Mamacita sees Lampetia strutting around the ring with her arms raised in the air, to tell the crowd how great she is.

Mamacita screams in rage.  She spins around and clotheslines Lampetia to the canvas.  Mamacita drops onto her knees so she’s straddling Lampetia.  She grabs Lampetia’s long blonde hair and bangs the back of her head into the canvas repeatedly.  The referee counts to five and stops her from continuing.  “You think you’re good?” Mamacita shouts.  She picks up the dazed Lampetia and puts her in a fireman’s carry across her shoulders.  Then she drops backwards. 

The referee hurries over to check on Lampetia.  As she does, she whispers, “Two minutes.”

Mamacita yells at the referee for interfering.  She looks like she’s going to shove the referee away but that would mean a disqualification.  Instead, she reaches to grab Lampetia’s hair. 

But Lampetia has recovered.  With lightning speed, Lampetia grabs Mamacita’s outreaching arm and pulls her off her feet.  Now Lampetia has Mamacita’s arm between her legs and is bending Mamacita’s hand back. 

Mamacita uses all her strength but she just can’t break the hold.  The referee keeps asking Mamacita if she gives up.  Mamacita is able to swing a leg over the bottom rope.  But just as she does Lampetia twists her body so her belly ring blinds the referee.  Lampetia yanks on Mamacita’s arm, causing Mamacita’s leg to come off the bottom rope.

When the referee can see again, Mamacita is too spent and in too much pain to fight on.  She rapidly taps out with her other hand.

Thanks to:

Mamacita nails by Miss Kay

Honorable Mentions:

Southern Ontario Professional Wrestling

Professional Wrestling Links:

Celtic Warrior Workout (with Sheamus)  * because I’m a fitness trainer as well as an author

Renee Paquette

The Broken Skull Sessions

The Kurt Angle Show

Honour the Belt #6

Honour The Belt

By the author of BARD:  Owner of the Gemstone

*This is a fictious story and homage to professional wrestling

#6

The Source scowls as The Electrician holds a hand just above the top of his head.  Then gradually lowers it to the height of his chin and points at The Source as he gives off a cackle.  The Source makes his entire body shake.  He goes to one side of the ring and shakes the top of the rope as he roars.  Then he goes to the other side, and glaring into the crowd does the same thing.  He stomps his feet and raises his hands with his fingers outstretched, challenging his foe to a feat of strength.  The Electrician glances at the crowd as he points at The Source.  A few cheers beckon him to take the challenge. 

This is what The Source was waiting for.  He kicks The Electrician just above the groin, but that’s not what the crowd sees.  The Electrician falls onto his knees with his hands between his legs.

“Dirty fighter, dirty fighter!” the crowd roars at The Source. 

The Source holds his arms above his head and struts around the ring as the referee checks on The Electrician.  Feeling triumphant, The Source points an index finger at his temple and taps.  The crowd now knows he’s super smart.  He rushes over to the still kneeling Electrician, holds one hand high up in the air, and stomps his foot as he chops down on one of The Electrician’s trap muscles.  The Source lifts his hand up to strike The Electrician again, intending to pound him to the ground, but The Electrician wags a finger at him and starts to stand.  The Source hits The Electrician again but it seems to have no effect.

“Beat the cheater!” the crowd chants.

The Electrician’s entire body shakes as he ignores another one of The Sources’ chops.  The Electrician gives The Source one of his own chops, right across the chest.  The Source staggers back.  Out of the corner of his eye he sees Autumn Spring with her hand on top of a large digital clock.  The referee moves in and whispers “One minute.”

“Don’t forget.  Don’t forget,” The Source thinks towards his opponent as The Electrician pummels him against the ropes. 

In one swift movement, The Electrician jumps back, takes a step forward, jumps in the air, higher than should be possible, and hits The Source square in the chest with a drop kick.

The crowd gasps as The Source flips over the top rope onto the mats below!

The referee rolls below the bottom rope and onto the mats beside The Source.  She whispers, “Are you okay?”

“Count me out,” The Source replies in a most satisfied whisper.

Thanks to:

Brandon Gray for portraying The Source and Robin Gray for makeup and photo

Honorable Mentions:

Southern Ontario Professional Wrestling

Professional Wrestling Links:

Celtic Warrior Workout (with Sheamus)  * because I’m a fitness trainer as well as an author

Renee Paquette

The Broken Skull Sessions

The Kurt Angle Show

Honour the Belt #5

Honour The Belt

By the author of BARD:  Owner of the Gemstone

*This is a fictious story and homage to professional wrestling

#5

The Source hears The Electrician’s pounding electric piano music boom through the auditorium.  He’s no longer a web designer or graphic artist—he’s The Source.  He prowls around the ring as the referee makes a late entrance and rolls under the lowest rope to hurry onto the canvas.  Desiree Lyn is her performance name and she taps him hard on the shoulder with a scowl on her face.  Leaning in to chastise him for not staying in his corner she whispers, “Sorry, traffic.”

The Electrician marches around the ring pounding his chest and reaching out with his arms so everyone knows he’s the best.  The Electrician has forgotten he’s the babyface.  The Source gets in the referee’s face so the crowd knows he wants at the arrogant Electrician.  When he’s near her ear he keeps the anger on his face as he whispers, “The crowd decides.”  He sees her slight nod of confirmation.  She knows The Electrician has forgotten his role.

The Electrician is a big man.  6’4” without boots and closer to 6’6” with them on.  The electric bolts on his mask give him a menacing and mysterious appearance.  The Source gives him a clothesline across the chest.  Stiffer than he intended.  The Electrician goes down and the referee immediately checks on him.  The Electrician nods he’s okay and gets back to his feet.  It’s a good thing Desiree is also a paramedic.  Young, tough pro wrestlers like The Electrician, don’t always take well to chastisement.  And The Electrician, is an electrician, but also a semi-professional boxer.

Thanks to:

Brandon Gray for portraying The Source and Robin Gray for makeup and photo

Honorable Mentions:

Southern Ontario Professional Wrestling

Professional Wrestling Links:

Celtic Warrior Workout (with Sheamus)  * because I’m a fitness trainer as well as an author

Renee Paquette

The Broken Skull Sessions

The Kurt Angle Show

Honour the Belt #4

Honour The Belt

By the author of BARD:  Owner of the Gemstone

*This is a fictious story and homage to professional wrestling

#4

He’s back behind the stage curtains.  With a sigh of relief, he sees most of the seats in the school auditorium filled.  He steps back and slaps either side of his chest numerous times, all the while inhaling and exhaling deep breaths.  Taking one more sip of water he pics up a mic.  His theme music comes on and stomps past the curtains. 

“I am the AI in the word destruction,” he growls into the mic.

“The quantum physics of pro wrestling!” he shouts.

“Faster, smarter, newer.”  He pauses as he climbs up the steps to the ring.  As he ducks under the middle rope he smirks and raises his left arm.  “I am…The Source.”  He sets down the mic and gently kicks it outside of the ring so it falls onto one of the floor mats.  He makes a victory sign and points at his eyes than points his index finger at one of the security guards and backup wrestlers.  “Are you intelligent enough to be here!” he shouts.  On que the security guard stands up and starts shouting back at him.  Come on he thinks. He wants the crowd to hate him.   

Thanks to:

Brandon Gray for portraying The Source and Robin Gray for makeup and photo

Honorable Mentions:

Southern Ontario Professional Wrestling

Professional Wrestling Links:

Celtic Warrior Workout (with Sheamus)  * because I’m a fitness trainer as well as an author

Renee Paquette

The Broken Skull Sessions

The Kurt Angle Show

Honour the Belt #3

Honour The Belt

By the author of BARD:  Owner of the Gemstone

*This is a fictious story and homage to professional wrestling

#3

Her real name isn’t Mamacita but that’s no one business.  She grins at The Source and practices a roll on the ring’s surface to make sure it’s smooth.  The Source isn’t his real name either although she knows what it is, but the rule is, never call a wrestler by their real name when the makeup or mask is on. 

She grabs one of the top ropes with both hands and shakes it to make sure it’s secure.  The shaking goes on longer than normal because she wants to observe the tall, red-haired girl by the painting of a wrestling ring.  That’s who she wants to get to know.  Mamacita doesn’t just want to wrestle, she wants to know everything about the wrestling business.  And that seemingly, unassuming chica, is going to go places.  Places Mamacita intends to follow until she understands everything.

Mamacita stares down at her hands.  In Canada, the winter has just ended, so her gringo looking skin will soon have it’s more natural olive colour.  Then the audience will eat out of her hands and her merch will sell like loco.  She has ideas for t-shirts and pre-made fingernails with her name written across them.  She’s even considering selling temporary tattoos of her name—written in gold.  Soon all the mujer will be wearing her name on their fingernails, their arms, and even across their chests.

Thanks to:

Mamacita nails by Miss Kay

Honorable Mentions:

Natalia Markova

Professional Wrestling Links:

Celtic Warrior Workout (with Sheamus)  * because I’m a fitness trainer as well as an author

Renee Paquette

The Broken Skull Sessions

The Kurt Angle Show

HONOUR the BELT #2 Autumn Spring

HONOUR the BELT

By the author of BARD:  Owner of the Gemstone

*This is a fictious story and homage to professional wrestling

“Be careful, Source.  Or Mamacita will make you, her pet.  You’ll have to carry my luggage and fetch my meals,” Mamacita says with an absolutely delicious contralto voice.  With a flick of her hair, she runs across the ring and expertly throws her right arm over the top rope as she bangs into it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a familiar figure standing by a black and white painting of a wrestling ring. The school’s video club made the painting once they found out they could film the event.  At least that was for free. 

Autumn Spring’s auburn hair flows down to her waist.  She’s wearing a tight black sweater and dark brown pants.  For this event she would be commentating.  Sometimes she portrayed ring announcer.  If the promotion is lucky, someday she’ll dawn a mask or wear face paint, and enter the ring as a wrestler.  Her background in Jui Jitsu would make her an exciting addition.  Behind the scenes, she’s a vital part of the promotion.  She does most of the accounting, now that Butch is focused on setting up the events.

Thanks to:

Jennifer Deslaurier for portraying Autumn Spring

Honorable Mentions:

Fourteen is a coming-of-age dramedy about a 24-year-old woman who gets sucked into the memory of a sleepover that left her scarred from an online interaction with a young man. We are currently seeking funding to go to production in summer 2023 in Toronto, ON.

Kickstarter for the short film 14

Fourteen Seed and Spark Campaign Video

Professional Wrestling Links:

Celtic Warrior Workout (with Sheamus)  * because I’m a fitness trainer as well as an author

Renee Paquette

The Broken Skull Sessions

Honour the Belt: Mamacita #1

Honour The Belt

By the author of BARD:  Owner of the Gemstone

*This is a fictitious story and homage to professional wrestling

He still professionally wrestles occasionally but his goals have changed over the last two years.  Part of the plan is to recruit exciting talent.  That’s why he’s peeking through the stage curtains of a local school, in full facial makeup.  A ring is already setup in the centre of the gymnasium.  He and his co-producers didn’t have the $10,000 to $20,000 needed to buy their own ring, so they rented one for $800.00.  It’s $15 a head, and so far, the pre-sales equal thirty fans.  He has guaranteed each wrestler $50 and $10 for each of the five back-up wrestlers/security.  That means $400 for the wrestlers, and $50 for the backups.  $1250 owed minus $450 in current ticket sales.  He takes in a deep breath and lets out a long sigh.  Its lucky professional wrestling is his passion and hobby.  Maybe more fans will show up at the door. 

“Source,” he hears a boisterous voice call near the ring. 

He glances down and sees a tall, burly man with thick forearms covered in hair, pointing towards the double door entrance.  The Electrician is already wearing grey coveralls with his head covered in a silver mask with yellow lightning bolts.

Walking through the entranceway is the professional wrestler he’s most interested in.  Curvaceous comes to mind.  If he was being rude, he’d say her breasts were big enough to keep ten people afloat, and her hips wide enough to carry five toddlers a side.  But he’s heard too many stories about her to think she is out of shape.  She doesn’t walk towards the ring; she prowls up to it.  His eyes widen in respect as she grabs the lowest rope and leaps the four feet to the apron. 

He hurries down the steps towards the ring.  As he gets closer, he sees her glance at him.  Her face is painted with a green bar on the right side, a white one in the centre, and a red one on the left side.  He halts as she saunters across the ring floor.  She brushes her thick black mane of hair back and pauses for effect.  She presses her body against the ropes and snarls at him.  Before he can react, she grabs at him through the ropes.  She keeps her hands in the shape of claws to highlight her long, sharp fingernails.  He realizes it’s a show.  On her thumbnails are slithering snakes, and on each of her fingernails in clear, gold lettering, are single letters that spell out: MAMACITA. 

Thanks to:

Mamacita nails by Miss Kay:  https://www.instagram.com/1_gem_in_i/

Honorable Mentions:

Kickstarter for the short film 14

Professional Wrestling Links:

Celtic Warrior Workout (with Sheamus)  * because I’m a fitness trainer as well as an author

Renee Paquette

The Broken Skull Sessions

The Other Place: #19 The Final Chapter, For Now

The Other Place

(a semi-musical Steampunk Goth hybrid story)

Blog Nineteen: The Final Chapter, For Now

Caedar-writing-artwork.com

Author of BARD: Owner Of The Gemstone

Now standing on the floor below, Chief Shabuni notices that he is becoming visible.  Approximately twenty steps away, standing on a spiraling staircase, is a well-dressed man wearing a mauve waistcoat with silver embroidery over a thick chest, and matching breaches over legs that are long and thick. This is the one the vampires called, Abhilesh.

“We need to get up those stairs, Dimoso,” Roisin Moodlive says inside his head. 

A booming clicking sound causes him to cover his ears.

“The Inventor, and Mr. Clockwind, have finished the Passage Clock,” Moodlive tells him.  “You need to finish your task here, before the hierarchy awakes from the sisters’ attack.” 

The urgency in her voice both calms and invigorates him.  Tipping his chin, with a scowl on his face, he pumps his arms as he speedwalks towards the staircase.

He sees a smile cross Abhilesh’s well trimmed face as he approaches.  “I have no quarrel with you.  In fact you remind me of H.G. Well’s Invisible Man.”

“You know of the books by authors’ who never existed?” he asks.  His pounding steps grow softer and slower.

“What’s real, depends on which place you’re in.”  Abhilesh presses his back against the curving wall.  He supinates a hand and gestures for Chief Shabuni to continue up the stairs. 

As he passes, he hears the immortal whisper, “Things are going to get exciting, when the minute hand of that clock, ticks again.”

“Hurry!” Moodlive shouts in his head.

At the top of the stairs is a wooden door with yellow light flowing through the space at its bottom.  He turns the phoenix shaped doorknob and pushes the door open.

The room is aglow with sunlight.  He feels perplexed.  Except at the far end of the room, lichen and vines with flowers, grow all around.

A young woman with long auburn hair leans against a curtained window.  Her green eyes gaze his way as she turns a tiny clay vial between a finger and thumb. 

He just stares, dumbfounded as she walks towards him. 

“An end to a beginning,” she says in a lilting, ethereal voice.  She takes his hand, and it reminds him of how big he truly is.  She places the vial against his palm.  “Countess Idris’ castle exist both here and in what you would call, the Real Place.  Once you return, call her Lady Iris once again.  She’ll want those anti-gravity stones to control the passage between there and here.”

“Where do you come from, milady?” he manages to ask.

“I am Valeriya Tetyana, and I come from the Place of Fey.  Perhaps you’ll visit there in the future.”  She places a lithe hand onto his chest, over where Roisin Moodlive resides.  “She’ll help you.  But there are many more adventures for you to complete, before that can occur, Chief Shabuni.”

Thanks To:

Jennifer Deslaurier for portraying Valeriya Tetyana @jenniferdeslaurier

Also, Thanks To:

Taylor Norris, RMT for portraying Lady Evelyn Oolong taynorris@gmail.com

Joanne Gosling for portraying Lady Marina Steamsail Jgosling@calclosets.com

Leah Weir for portraying Countess Thelma Milde

Dianne McBride for letting me use numerous of her pictures  diannemcb@gmail.com

Fireandsteel.ca for the Perched Drake cane sword and Dragonrider folding knife (see Exclusives)

Brandon Gray for portraying “The Inventor” in Books by Authors Who Never Existed.  His wife Robin Gray for his costume and makeup.  Robin can be reached at @grayandwhitelaw  Custom Decor and Designs

Her new website is:  https://gray-and-whitelaw-101684.square.site

Bob Godglick of Considerate Done: Vintage Clock Repair, for portraying Mr. Clockwind in Books by Authors Who Never Existed.  Bob can be reached at:

Bgdm201@gmail.com

519-897-0419

Honourable Mention:

Fatima Rosarium @fatima.rosarium  cosplayer, fitness coach, WBFF Fitness Pro

In April, I will be introducing a fictitious weekly blog story based on professional wrestling.