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.

The Other Place: #18 And Not Just Your Soul

The Other Place
(a semi-musical Steampunk Goth hybrid story)
Blog Eighteen: And Not Just Your Soul
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The Other Place

(a semi-musical Steampunk Goth hybrid story)

Blog Eighteen: And Not Just Your Soul

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Lady Oolong shivers. She slips off her goggles and leaves them to hang around her neck. The goggles keep out the sight of those that have moved on. In the dim light she squeezes drops into each eye to blur out the vision of the living. And it’s unlikely their father is still alive. Not a belief she would say to her younger sister, Lady Steamsail.

Familiar figures wander the hall she now hurries down. Some are inside deep alcoves that line the stone walls. She sees the glowing faces of relatives, friends, and acquaintances staring at her between rusty bars.

In a quiet voice, she sings:

Quite the place to be

When the owner of the castle,

Is your aunt

And she wants you,

Exactly where you are

But behind the bars

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The Other Place: #18 And Not Just Your Soul

The Other Place

(a semi-musical Steampunk Goth hybrid story)

Blog Eighteen: And Not Just Your Soul

Caedar-writing-artwork.com

Lady Oolong shivers.  She slips off her goggles and leaves them to hang around her neck.  The goggles keep out the sight of those that have moved on.  In the dim light she squeezes drops into each eye to blur out the vision of the living.  And it’s unlikely their father is still alive.  Not a belief she would say to her younger sister, Lady Steamsail. 

Familiar figures wander the hall she now hurries down.  Some are inside deep alcoves that line the stone walls.  She sees the glowing faces of relatives, friends, and acquaintances staring at her between rusty bars.

In a quiet voice, she sings:

Quite the place to be

When the owner of the castle,

Is your aunt

And she wants you,

Exactly where you are

But behind the bars

Behind the bars

Not so soon aunt

Not quite yet

I am not demised

Nor ready yet,

To live

In the Other Place  

She jolts at the sound of a familiar voice.

“About time you got here.”  Mr. Intrepid’s voice sounds, weaker, than she remembers it.

“Where is your ghost, father?” she manages to whisper while slipping out a tiny, blue, ceramic vial from her bosom.

“You know what I want,” she hears Mr. Intrepid say in a stronger sounding voice.  “A hot bath, while I drink Guinness with one hand, and a cup of tea with the other.”

Lady Oolong slips on her goggles.  “Oh, you’re all battered and chained against that wall. Well then, I’ll bring your whole being back to the Real Place, and not just your soul.” 

Thanks To:

Lady Evelyn Oolong is portrayed by Taylor Norris, RMT taynorris@gmail.com

Fireandsteel.ca for the Perched Drake cane sword (see Exclusives)

Honourable Mention:

Reroll Tavern, for being a wonderous idea, where friends can go on imaginary adventures together, while drinking and eating heartily.  https://www.instagram.com/p/CTTCkcPrrid/?hl=en