Post by Bobby Ray Willis on Mar 14, 2024 20:42:46 GMT -5
The sun has just risen over what is shaping up to be yet another majestic day over Sunny Meadows Trailer Park which sits just outside of Texarkana, Texas. The day is so perfect that somewhere within the rows of trailers the sweet saxophone sounds of ‘Careless Whisper’ by Wham begins to spontaneously play.
Is this sexy time in the trailer park?
No, no it’s time for sadness and depression.
It’s Bobby Ray Willis standing looking out the window of his mobile house, sadly scooping cereal up from the bowl in his hand as Wham continues to play through his smartphone speaker. He’s also wearing a bathrobe, so the WGWF Censors can have the day off. Milk dribbles down the whiskers growing wildly upon his chin and he does nothing to prevent it from falling to the ground nor does he look like he cares.
Then that part of the song hits. You know the part…
The spoon hits the bottom of the bowl, Bobby Ray has finished the last bites of his cereal. With milk dripping from his chin hairs he drops everything to the ground causing the bowl to probably shatter on impact and go everywhere. Even with this loud sound Bobby Ray has no reaction whatsoever to this.
He gives off a long deep sigh and without looking down at where perhaps he might end up stepping he just walks off.
The song continues to play as the screen fades to black.
Hours might have passed, but the puffiness under the eyes of Bobby Ray certainly haven’t disappeared completely yet. He’s still wearing the bathrobe and
“I’ve had a lot of first dances in my life, some memorable, some forgettable and some… well, some of those dances can never be taken from my mind no matter how hard I try. You know the feeling, right? When you close your eyes that moment comes rushing back like a Texas sized flood every single time, yeah. I can remember the first time I danced with her, she was a Homecoming Queen and I was just lucky to have been there that evening… the smoke machine was working overtime that night, but when the smoke finally parted there she stood before me. A literal angel brought down to Earth for that exact moment, for that dance. Wham played, the world stopped spinning and I held onto Doll E. tightly so no one could see how close I was to passing out from fear.
Fear, me? Hard to believe it, right? But I was afraid, so very afraid of her at that moment. My fear was the fear that the moment would pass too quickly and she would return back to the heavens soon afterwards. So I held on for dear life for the greatest dance in my life and still every single second of that perfect dance. Three hundred and three seconds, to be exact.”
Bobby Ray’s eyes shut and it is obvious that he has been transported back to that exact moment in time that he’s been talking about. His shoulders drop, his head begins to sway back and forth to the non-existent music that’s being played. Slowly, Bobby Ray opens his eyes back up and all he can do is look down at the ground after a deep sigh.
He’s still thinking about her, obviously.
“And now that Doll E has left… I should have known not to push my limits and I should have listened to her, but now it’s too late. I should have… I should have known better than to cheat a friend, and waste the chance that I'd been given. So I'm never gonna dance again, the way I danced with you…”
Did Bobby Ray just quote the entire chorus from ‘Careless Whisper’? You damn right he just quoted the greatest song in the history of all music and doing so brought another tear to his eye. Wait, that actually brought a lot of tears to Bobby Ray’s eyes, he’s sobbing again and as he fumbles for his phone to once again play that song the camera cuts out quickly.
And we’rrrrrrre back. Bobby Ray has calmed himself down with a big box of tissues that are sitting upon his lap.
“While I wish it were the case, that's not the only dance I see when I close my eyes. No, sometimes my mind is ripped away from that perfect Texas night back in 2012 and I am forced to remember another one of my first dances. The First Dance. The first ever Brawl branded pay-per-view, and even though it was only my second match in the WGWF I had already shown to the front office that I was worthy of a television title match. I have got to admit, my palms were sweaty, my nerves were about on edge as they were the night the smoke parted and I saw Doll E. However, this time it wasn’t an angel standing across the gym from me… no, it was a clown and she brought cake with her.
We danced anyway. Oh, how we danced… not to the perfect sounds of Wham played by a DJ, but rather to the sounds of violence ever-changing by the push of a button. That dance lived up to the hype, that was the best dance that took place that entire evening and it has wormed its way into my brain because of the ending. What should have been a night on the same level of ecstasy as the night in Texas all those years again turned out to be one the worst nights of my entire life. What should have ended with me standing on the turnbuckle with the TV title in my hands ended with me being carried out by my manager and right back into the hospital.
The WGWF Censors, the forces beyond my control have placed their thumbs down upon me and made what should have been the second best first dance in my life into an absolute nightmare. I have been dealing with this nightmare for the past month now, every single day I have woken up knowing that I have to live with that first dance for the rest of my life.”
Bobby Ray pauses again, wipes the sweat from his brow and the tears in the corners of his eyes.
“But here’s the thing… there was more than just one dance that night in Texas. I grabbed a hold of Doll E and tried to never let go, after Wham finished we continued our slow dance through Cotton Eye Joe, Backstreet’s Back and many other songs. One dance simply wasn’t enough for the two of us, and Jenny, one dance isn’t going to be enough for us either.
But you’ve moved on, Jenny. Haven’t you?
I went to the bathroom to take a piss and you’ve already found a new dance partner in Goth. You and my former tag team partner are now about to do the tango, and you think the two of you are all alone. Well guess what? I’m back from the bathroom and I’m ready to cut my way back into this dance.
I’ll push my way back in if I have to Jenny… the way I see it, we’re not done just yet with our first dance.”
We fade out.
We take you to another time, another place, and probably another trailer park.
Standing there with that wild look on his face is none other than Kraken Kazmerick, he is holding the white robes and black mesh face mask that he was last seen wearing as one of the WGWF Censors. With minimal effort he is attempting to fold up the robe while holding a conversation with an unseen person.
KAZ: “I’ve got to admit, I’m not that big a fan of the white robes. I think we really missed an opportunity to make a bold statement going with something like dark blue or maybe even some sequins. Anything would have been better than thi--”
It must be another one of the three who portrayed the WGWF Censors. But what mysterious bad guy could it be? Who could have Kazmerick aligned himself with? The camera spins around showing the mastermind… Doll E. Pardon. Yes, that Doll E. She stands there with a disapproving look on her face.
DOLL E: “You can stop complaining now, the job is over Kaz.”
KAZ: “Now that it’s over, could you tell me what the point of this was?”
DOLL E: “You got paid, didn’t you? If you wanted a reason why you should have asked up front.”
She’s being dead serious, so serious that the little smirk that Kazmerick had on his face is even wiped away.
KAZ: “Whatever you say. I just didn’t realize you hated him this bad.”
With that Kazmerick tosses down the somewhat folded robe and looks to head on out. Something isn’t sitting right with Doll E and she unloads, probably in some form of guilt.
DOLL E: “For the record this wasn’t hatred, this was about making a statement. This was about proving my point and the only thing I hate is losing. If you want the story, here you go. Bobby Ray Willis, my boyfriend, insists upon walking around naked just about everywhere he goes. Millions of people watching? He wants to show everything he’s got, all the other women trying to hand him dollar bills like he’s some low-class stripper! And all I asked from him was to maybe put on a pair of shorts from time to time. Do you know what he said to me in response? He said that I shouldn’t get so jealous.
Me? Jealous. No, so I got WGWF to blur the footage. Then he starts talking about conspiracies and all this other insane stuff. I thought the Clint Eastwood thing was weird, but this was downright insane.”
She throws her hands up in disgust, and now pacing back and forth she continues to spill her guts. But then she centers herself and locks her eyes with those of Kazmerick’s, and all the emotion drains from her face.
DOLL E: “So… I did what I had to, and I made his life a living hell. And do you know what he’s doing right now?
He’s walking around the trailer in a bathrobe. See? I won.”
Kazmerick stands there with his jaw open as Doll E finishes.
KAZ: “Damn, remind me never to piss you off.”
DOLL E: “Good, then I don’t have to explain to you why I’m right as we move forward with our business arrangement in the future. You now know how far I am willing to go in order to get what I want. And to be perfectly clear, Bobby Ray never pissed me off… besides…”
At that moment Doll E trails off as a car can be heard pulling up in the background. Kazmerick looks out the window and quickly ducks behind the wall.
KAZ: “I think your boyfriend’s here, and you’re right... he’s definitely wearing a bathrobe.”
The camera focuses on the car and Bobby Ray Willis getting out in his bathrobe, in his hands he is holding a boombox and begins to yell Doll E’s name loudly. Borrowing from the scene from ‘Say Anything’ Bobby Ray then holds the boombox high up over his head. But, it’s not Peter Gabriel’s ‘In Your Eyes’ that plays, it’s ‘Careless Whisper’ by Wham. You probably guessed that already. Doll E turns beat red and as Kazmerick stays hidden, she says in his direction.
DOLL E: “Besides, I really do love the dummy. How could you not?”
She then proceeds to swoon.
As the camera fades, she makes her way out of the door charging across the driveway and into the arms of Bobby Ray. We fade to black.
Is this sexy time in the trailer park?
No, no it’s time for sadness and depression.
It’s Bobby Ray Willis standing looking out the window of his mobile house, sadly scooping cereal up from the bowl in his hand as Wham continues to play through his smartphone speaker. He’s also wearing a bathrobe, so the WGWF Censors can have the day off. Milk dribbles down the whiskers growing wildly upon his chin and he does nothing to prevent it from falling to the ground nor does he look like he cares.
Then that part of the song hits. You know the part…
# I'm never gonna dance again, #
# Guilty feet have got no rhythm #
The spoon hits the bottom of the bowl, Bobby Ray has finished the last bites of his cereal. With milk dripping from his chin hairs he drops everything to the ground causing the bowl to probably shatter on impact and go everywhere. Even with this loud sound Bobby Ray has no reaction whatsoever to this.
He gives off a long deep sigh and without looking down at where perhaps he might end up stepping he just walks off.
The song continues to play as the screen fades to black.
Hours might have passed, but the puffiness under the eyes of Bobby Ray certainly haven’t disappeared completely yet. He’s still wearing the bathrobe and
“I’ve had a lot of first dances in my life, some memorable, some forgettable and some… well, some of those dances can never be taken from my mind no matter how hard I try. You know the feeling, right? When you close your eyes that moment comes rushing back like a Texas sized flood every single time, yeah. I can remember the first time I danced with her, she was a Homecoming Queen and I was just lucky to have been there that evening… the smoke machine was working overtime that night, but when the smoke finally parted there she stood before me. A literal angel brought down to Earth for that exact moment, for that dance. Wham played, the world stopped spinning and I held onto Doll E. tightly so no one could see how close I was to passing out from fear.
Fear, me? Hard to believe it, right? But I was afraid, so very afraid of her at that moment. My fear was the fear that the moment would pass too quickly and she would return back to the heavens soon afterwards. So I held on for dear life for the greatest dance in my life and still every single second of that perfect dance. Three hundred and three seconds, to be exact.”
Bobby Ray’s eyes shut and it is obvious that he has been transported back to that exact moment in time that he’s been talking about. His shoulders drop, his head begins to sway back and forth to the non-existent music that’s being played. Slowly, Bobby Ray opens his eyes back up and all he can do is look down at the ground after a deep sigh.
He’s still thinking about her, obviously.
“And now that Doll E has left… I should have known not to push my limits and I should have listened to her, but now it’s too late. I should have… I should have known better than to cheat a friend, and waste the chance that I'd been given. So I'm never gonna dance again, the way I danced with you…”
Did Bobby Ray just quote the entire chorus from ‘Careless Whisper’? You damn right he just quoted the greatest song in the history of all music and doing so brought another tear to his eye. Wait, that actually brought a lot of tears to Bobby Ray’s eyes, he’s sobbing again and as he fumbles for his phone to once again play that song the camera cuts out quickly.
And we’rrrrrrre back. Bobby Ray has calmed himself down with a big box of tissues that are sitting upon his lap.
“While I wish it were the case, that's not the only dance I see when I close my eyes. No, sometimes my mind is ripped away from that perfect Texas night back in 2012 and I am forced to remember another one of my first dances. The First Dance. The first ever Brawl branded pay-per-view, and even though it was only my second match in the WGWF I had already shown to the front office that I was worthy of a television title match. I have got to admit, my palms were sweaty, my nerves were about on edge as they were the night the smoke parted and I saw Doll E. However, this time it wasn’t an angel standing across the gym from me… no, it was a clown and she brought cake with her.
We danced anyway. Oh, how we danced… not to the perfect sounds of Wham played by a DJ, but rather to the sounds of violence ever-changing by the push of a button. That dance lived up to the hype, that was the best dance that took place that entire evening and it has wormed its way into my brain because of the ending. What should have been a night on the same level of ecstasy as the night in Texas all those years again turned out to be one the worst nights of my entire life. What should have ended with me standing on the turnbuckle with the TV title in my hands ended with me being carried out by my manager and right back into the hospital.
The WGWF Censors, the forces beyond my control have placed their thumbs down upon me and made what should have been the second best first dance in my life into an absolute nightmare. I have been dealing with this nightmare for the past month now, every single day I have woken up knowing that I have to live with that first dance for the rest of my life.”
Bobby Ray pauses again, wipes the sweat from his brow and the tears in the corners of his eyes.
“But here’s the thing… there was more than just one dance that night in Texas. I grabbed a hold of Doll E and tried to never let go, after Wham finished we continued our slow dance through Cotton Eye Joe, Backstreet’s Back and many other songs. One dance simply wasn’t enough for the two of us, and Jenny, one dance isn’t going to be enough for us either.
But you’ve moved on, Jenny. Haven’t you?
I went to the bathroom to take a piss and you’ve already found a new dance partner in Goth. You and my former tag team partner are now about to do the tango, and you think the two of you are all alone. Well guess what? I’m back from the bathroom and I’m ready to cut my way back into this dance.
I’ll push my way back in if I have to Jenny… the way I see it, we’re not done just yet with our first dance.”
We fade out.
We take you to another time, another place, and probably another trailer park.
Standing there with that wild look on his face is none other than Kraken Kazmerick, he is holding the white robes and black mesh face mask that he was last seen wearing as one of the WGWF Censors. With minimal effort he is attempting to fold up the robe while holding a conversation with an unseen person.
KAZ: “I’ve got to admit, I’m not that big a fan of the white robes. I think we really missed an opportunity to make a bold statement going with something like dark blue or maybe even some sequins. Anything would have been better than thi--”
It must be another one of the three who portrayed the WGWF Censors. But what mysterious bad guy could it be? Who could have Kazmerick aligned himself with? The camera spins around showing the mastermind… Doll E. Pardon. Yes, that Doll E. She stands there with a disapproving look on her face.
DOLL E: “You can stop complaining now, the job is over Kaz.”
KAZ: “Now that it’s over, could you tell me what the point of this was?”
DOLL E: “You got paid, didn’t you? If you wanted a reason why you should have asked up front.”
She’s being dead serious, so serious that the little smirk that Kazmerick had on his face is even wiped away.
KAZ: “Whatever you say. I just didn’t realize you hated him this bad.”
With that Kazmerick tosses down the somewhat folded robe and looks to head on out. Something isn’t sitting right with Doll E and she unloads, probably in some form of guilt.
DOLL E: “For the record this wasn’t hatred, this was about making a statement. This was about proving my point and the only thing I hate is losing. If you want the story, here you go. Bobby Ray Willis, my boyfriend, insists upon walking around naked just about everywhere he goes. Millions of people watching? He wants to show everything he’s got, all the other women trying to hand him dollar bills like he’s some low-class stripper! And all I asked from him was to maybe put on a pair of shorts from time to time. Do you know what he said to me in response? He said that I shouldn’t get so jealous.
Me? Jealous. No, so I got WGWF to blur the footage. Then he starts talking about conspiracies and all this other insane stuff. I thought the Clint Eastwood thing was weird, but this was downright insane.”
She throws her hands up in disgust, and now pacing back and forth she continues to spill her guts. But then she centers herself and locks her eyes with those of Kazmerick’s, and all the emotion drains from her face.
DOLL E: “So… I did what I had to, and I made his life a living hell. And do you know what he’s doing right now?
He’s walking around the trailer in a bathrobe. See? I won.”
Kazmerick stands there with his jaw open as Doll E finishes.
KAZ: “Damn, remind me never to piss you off.”
DOLL E: “Good, then I don’t have to explain to you why I’m right as we move forward with our business arrangement in the future. You now know how far I am willing to go in order to get what I want. And to be perfectly clear, Bobby Ray never pissed me off… besides…”
At that moment Doll E trails off as a car can be heard pulling up in the background. Kazmerick looks out the window and quickly ducks behind the wall.
KAZ: “I think your boyfriend’s here, and you’re right... he’s definitely wearing a bathrobe.”
The camera focuses on the car and Bobby Ray Willis getting out in his bathrobe, in his hands he is holding a boombox and begins to yell Doll E’s name loudly. Borrowing from the scene from ‘Say Anything’ Bobby Ray then holds the boombox high up over his head. But, it’s not Peter Gabriel’s ‘In Your Eyes’ that plays, it’s ‘Careless Whisper’ by Wham. You probably guessed that already. Doll E turns beat red and as Kazmerick stays hidden, she says in his direction.
DOLL E: “Besides, I really do love the dummy. How could you not?”
She then proceeds to swoon.
As the camera fades, she makes her way out of the door charging across the driveway and into the arms of Bobby Ray. We fade to black.