Post by Bobby Ray Willis on Mar 29, 2024 22:05:06 GMT -5
Bobby Ray’s voice can be heard even though his lips on his stunned face move.
These are his thoughts, the thoughts of a man who is breaking apart.
DOLL E: “Bobby Ray. Does that make sense to you?”
Bobby Ray nods his head.
DOLL E: “I just hope we can move past this and get back to what we were doing before this whole WGWF Censor thing got way too out of hand. Remember that? Remember when it was just you and me winning matches and making a name for ourselves?”
Bobby Ray gives a long deep sigh as Doll E wipes away the newly formed tears from her eyes which just smears the heavy eye make-up even some more down her cheeks. She inhales deeply waiting for another response from Bobby Ray and strategically adjusting her top which shows what Bobby Ray has been leering at this whole time.
BRW: “And Coop.”
DOLL E: “What?”
BRW: “You, me and Coop.”
DOLL E: “Oh yeah, Coop. Right. We can all get past this and the three of us can get back to just making a name for ourselves and getting as far away from Texarkana as possible.”
Bobby Ray’s eyes flutter upwards again looking Doll E in the face one more time as she stops talking. He gives her a long look over before thinking of his words, or probably something else.
BRW: “Wait, was Coop in on this thing? There were three people who were the WGWF Censors, if you were one and that Kraken guy was the second… was Cooper the third one in this whole thing?”
Tits forward, Doll E, as she adjusts her top one more time grabbing Bobby Ray’s attention away from her eyes.
DOLL E: “No, Coop wasn’t in on this whole thing.”
The tell tale sign that someone is lying is always their eyes, any poker player worth their salt can tell you that. If a person’s eyes go up or to the side as they say something it’s usually an instant tell. Too bad that Bobby Ray hasn’t been paying attention to Doll E’s eyes all that much or he would have seen she just had the worst tell of all time.
DOLL E: “We should go spend the day together, I think that would be a good place for us to start over again.”
As she trails off, Bobby Ray bows his head towards the floor.
Only a few minutes ago, when the world wasn’t in pieces.
Bobby Ray sits at his kitchen unaware of what awaits him in the very near future, and because of this there is a reason for the smirk across his lips right now. He rubs his hand through his pile of fluffy and curly hair making sure to correct any mistakes he might have created by doing so. Looking down at the drink in front of him, he looks up towards the camera.
“Be a smart boy and leave.
Be a smart boy…
Goth, how many times did you practice that line before you came out and cost me the match against Jenny on Brawl? Seems like a really odd line for someone like you to come up with on the spot. You knew I wasn’t going to be a smart boy at all, you had to have known I wasn’t going to listen to that, right? I mean who comes down in the middle of a match and tells someone else to stay out of their business?
No, Goth. You stay out of our business. Me and Jenny have ourselves a dance to finish here and I wasn’t done with my turn just yet. Now I know I might have taken a week off or two here, for various reasons, namely being preoccupied with a distraction of my own, but I didn’t leave the school dance… as I said before, that was only a minor piss break. I understand that you and Jenny go way back, but don’t you think she’s a bit over you at this point? You’re like an old boyfriend that just hasn’t gotten the message just yet, have you. It’s getting to the creepy stalker levels of weird. Coop, he watches all these true crime shows that have stories about creepy stalker ex-boyfriends and I think you’re showing the same signs. He also watches shows with a lot of feet in them too, but I think the true crime shows are more for you Goth.”
Bobby Ray takes a swig from his glass on the rocks, which is strange since it doesn’t look like Sunny D and Bobby Ray’s not that much of a drinker.
“But you know, I’m just going to assume that you’re not going to stay out of our business and let myself and Jenny finish our dance. So let’s cut to the chase here, former partner of mine.”
Bobby Ray grits his teeth, possibly from the taste on his lips. Or disdain. There is a growl in his voice as he speaks.
“You betrayed me, Goth.
You sat at this very table with me and I even offered you some of my delicious Sunny D. You even threw down that mask of yours and told me all about yourself as the Messiah of Pain, and while I didn’t understand much about that whole thing… I listened. I listened because I thought we were in this together. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, until the end.
You betrayed me.
You were the one that stuck me in the back when you had the chance. You started all of this, I was going to stay by your side against Jenny. Like I said, I thought we were in this together. It could have been two on one, it could have been done the easy way, we could have ran her down like wolves right before the kill. We could have… but now, that’s all gone. You got greedy, you cut in when you shouldn’t have and now me and you are going to have to settle our bets.
I’m not going to stab you in the back, Goth. I’m going to stab you in the chest. I’m going to pull my knife out and do it again and again right there in the middle of the ring, right there in the middle of your chest. Just like one of those stalker ex-boyfriends on Coop’s true crime shows.”
Bobby Ray takes another sip from his glass on the rocks. He swirls the ice around on the inside and gives it a bit of stare down.
“This is my first drink in ten years. I must say, betrayal seems to have that effect on me. I do have a question for you though, Goth. When it's me standing over you in the middle of that ring in Denver, will you still think betraying me was the smart move, boy?”
Bobby Ray is about to take another sip, but then notices that his glass is nothing but ice. With a shrug of the shoulders and only half in the bag, he slides over the large half empty bottle of Old Grand Dad and pours himself another glass.
But before he’s ready to take another sip the screen door from the outside and standing there with tears already in her eyes is Doll E. Pardon. She takes a long look at Bobby Ray and begins to speak.
DOLL E: “We need to talk…”
And the rest they say, is history.
There was no warning.
There were no signs.
And thus, you now have seen the top of Bobby Ray’s ass. The WGWF Censors must be asleep at the wheel or worse yet, gone. Or perhaps the top of the crack isn’t considered vulgar, who knows? But there stands an almost completely naked Bobby Ray with his back to the camera wearing a pair of assless chaps and holding an empty bottle of whiskey in his hand.
Well, almost empty. Bobby Ray downs the last sip before he extends his arms outwards in what is his Eastwood-a-torium. Wall to wall pictures and movie posters from the works of Clint Eastwood. Bobby Ray is looking towards the ‘Unforgiven’ section of the room at the moment as he stumbles around drunkenly.
“Well… did I have it coming?! Is this what I deserve after all I’ve done? I’ve only ever trusted a small handful of people in my life and now two of them have taken their turns stabbing me in the back!
That was four, that was how many people I trusted. Now two of them are gone… that’s like, oh man I am bad at fractions. Where’s Coop? He’s good at that math shit. Coop?! Oh that’s right, he’s been missing in action for like the past week or so… since… since I made that joke.
Coop!
Coop!
...I’m sorry.”
Bobby Ray drops to his knees in front of the ‘Unforgiven’ poster and pushes the empty bottle across the carpet which rolls over a magazine that is geared towards someone who might have a thing for women’s feet. Bobby Ray picks it up and flips through the pages.
“I guess… I guess from the right angle, feet can be sexy.
That just leaves you Clint. You’re the last thing I trust in this world… now don’t let me down.”
Bobby Ray tosses the magazine to the side and reaches for the poster as we fade to black.
These are his thoughts, the thoughts of a man who is breaking apart.
“I know what she said, I heard what she said, but for some reason she needed to repeat the words at least a half a dozen times before it all set in for me. Betrayal is a strange thing, you expect it from your opponents in the ring which forces you to keep your head on a swivel at all times. You’d think that would carry over to your day to day life, you’d think you would be able to see it coming from those you always had your eyes on at home. Maybe it’s the day to day that makes your eyes lazy and relaxed that prevents you from seeing the betrayal coming. I’m sure there are people smarter out there that could explain it better than me, but all I know is… I never saw it coming. I never saw this coming from my angel.
I never would have guessed it from her actually. From the night I squeezed her tightly on the dance floor until about twenty minutes ago when she walked into the room and said we needed to talk, she was the one I trusted most in this world. Her brother? Cooper. I figured he’d sell me out eventually, probably sooner than later. That would not have been such a shock as this honestly, but after hearing what Doll E had to say… well, as Clint said in ‘Unforgiven’, we all have it coming, kid.
I guess I had this coming. Maybe?
Wait, did she explain why she did this yet? Or did I miss that part again. I also can’t believe that she was wearing that top, it’s very distracting. Maybe I should look up now.
I think she is getting ready to repeat her reasons for betraying me a seventh time, perhaps it was because I wasn’t looking her in the eyes all that much. Now that I think of it I have been way too busy staring at her chest. My god, those are amazing in that shirt. Curse those awesome rocking tits.”
DOLL E: “Bobby Ray. Does that make sense to you?”
“Oh no, has she been talking this entire time? Have I been too busy not looking into those tear soaked eyes or paying attention to those pouting lips to understand what she has been explaining to me? Just nod Bobby Ray, get yourself back into this conversation.”
Bobby Ray nods his head.
DOLL E: “I just hope we can move past this and get back to what we were doing before this whole WGWF Censor thing got way too out of hand. Remember that? Remember when it was just you and me winning matches and making a name for ourselves?”
Bobby Ray gives a long deep sigh as Doll E wipes away the newly formed tears from her eyes which just smears the heavy eye make-up even some more down her cheeks. She inhales deeply waiting for another response from Bobby Ray and strategically adjusting her top which shows what Bobby Ray has been leering at this whole time.
BRW: “And Coop.”
DOLL E: “What?”
BRW: “You, me and Coop.”
DOLL E: “Oh yeah, Coop. Right. We can all get past this and the three of us can get back to just making a name for ourselves and getting as far away from Texarkana as possible.”
Bobby Ray’s eyes flutter upwards again looking Doll E in the face one more time as she stops talking. He gives her a long look over before thinking of his words, or probably something else.
BRW: “Wait, was Coop in on this thing? There were three people who were the WGWF Censors, if you were one and that Kraken guy was the second… was Cooper the third one in this whole thing?”
Tits forward, Doll E, as she adjusts her top one more time grabbing Bobby Ray’s attention away from her eyes.
DOLL E: “No, Coop wasn’t in on this whole thing.”
The tell tale sign that someone is lying is always their eyes, any poker player worth their salt can tell you that. If a person’s eyes go up or to the side as they say something it’s usually an instant tell. Too bad that Bobby Ray hasn’t been paying attention to Doll E’s eyes all that much or he would have seen she just had the worst tell of all time.
“I want to go back to what life was like twenty minutes ago, right before she walked in with those tear soaked eyes and asked if we could speak. That would make believing anything she ever said again… possible.”
DOLL E: “We should go spend the day together, I think that would be a good place for us to start over again.”
As she trails off, Bobby Ray bows his head towards the floor.
Only a few minutes ago, when the world wasn’t in pieces.
Bobby Ray sits at his kitchen unaware of what awaits him in the very near future, and because of this there is a reason for the smirk across his lips right now. He rubs his hand through his pile of fluffy and curly hair making sure to correct any mistakes he might have created by doing so. Looking down at the drink in front of him, he looks up towards the camera.
“Be a smart boy and leave.
Be a smart boy…
Goth, how many times did you practice that line before you came out and cost me the match against Jenny on Brawl? Seems like a really odd line for someone like you to come up with on the spot. You knew I wasn’t going to be a smart boy at all, you had to have known I wasn’t going to listen to that, right? I mean who comes down in the middle of a match and tells someone else to stay out of their business?
No, Goth. You stay out of our business. Me and Jenny have ourselves a dance to finish here and I wasn’t done with my turn just yet. Now I know I might have taken a week off or two here, for various reasons, namely being preoccupied with a distraction of my own, but I didn’t leave the school dance… as I said before, that was only a minor piss break. I understand that you and Jenny go way back, but don’t you think she’s a bit over you at this point? You’re like an old boyfriend that just hasn’t gotten the message just yet, have you. It’s getting to the creepy stalker levels of weird. Coop, he watches all these true crime shows that have stories about creepy stalker ex-boyfriends and I think you’re showing the same signs. He also watches shows with a lot of feet in them too, but I think the true crime shows are more for you Goth.”
Bobby Ray takes a swig from his glass on the rocks, which is strange since it doesn’t look like Sunny D and Bobby Ray’s not that much of a drinker.
“But you know, I’m just going to assume that you’re not going to stay out of our business and let myself and Jenny finish our dance. So let’s cut to the chase here, former partner of mine.”
Bobby Ray grits his teeth, possibly from the taste on his lips. Or disdain. There is a growl in his voice as he speaks.
“You betrayed me, Goth.
You sat at this very table with me and I even offered you some of my delicious Sunny D. You even threw down that mask of yours and told me all about yourself as the Messiah of Pain, and while I didn’t understand much about that whole thing… I listened. I listened because I thought we were in this together. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, until the end.
You betrayed me.
You were the one that stuck me in the back when you had the chance. You started all of this, I was going to stay by your side against Jenny. Like I said, I thought we were in this together. It could have been two on one, it could have been done the easy way, we could have ran her down like wolves right before the kill. We could have… but now, that’s all gone. You got greedy, you cut in when you shouldn’t have and now me and you are going to have to settle our bets.
I’m not going to stab you in the back, Goth. I’m going to stab you in the chest. I’m going to pull my knife out and do it again and again right there in the middle of the ring, right there in the middle of your chest. Just like one of those stalker ex-boyfriends on Coop’s true crime shows.”
Bobby Ray takes another sip from his glass on the rocks. He swirls the ice around on the inside and gives it a bit of stare down.
“This is my first drink in ten years. I must say, betrayal seems to have that effect on me. I do have a question for you though, Goth. When it's me standing over you in the middle of that ring in Denver, will you still think betraying me was the smart move, boy?”
Bobby Ray is about to take another sip, but then notices that his glass is nothing but ice. With a shrug of the shoulders and only half in the bag, he slides over the large half empty bottle of Old Grand Dad and pours himself another glass.
But before he’s ready to take another sip the screen door from the outside and standing there with tears already in her eyes is Doll E. Pardon. She takes a long look at Bobby Ray and begins to speak.
DOLL E: “We need to talk…”
And the rest they say, is history.
There was no warning.
There were no signs.
And thus, you now have seen the top of Bobby Ray’s ass. The WGWF Censors must be asleep at the wheel or worse yet, gone. Or perhaps the top of the crack isn’t considered vulgar, who knows? But there stands an almost completely naked Bobby Ray with his back to the camera wearing a pair of assless chaps and holding an empty bottle of whiskey in his hand.
Well, almost empty. Bobby Ray downs the last sip before he extends his arms outwards in what is his Eastwood-a-torium. Wall to wall pictures and movie posters from the works of Clint Eastwood. Bobby Ray is looking towards the ‘Unforgiven’ section of the room at the moment as he stumbles around drunkenly.
“Well… did I have it coming?! Is this what I deserve after all I’ve done? I’ve only ever trusted a small handful of people in my life and now two of them have taken their turns stabbing me in the back!
That was four, that was how many people I trusted. Now two of them are gone… that’s like, oh man I am bad at fractions. Where’s Coop? He’s good at that math shit. Coop?! Oh that’s right, he’s been missing in action for like the past week or so… since… since I made that joke.
Coop!
Coop!
...I’m sorry.”
Bobby Ray drops to his knees in front of the ‘Unforgiven’ poster and pushes the empty bottle across the carpet which rolls over a magazine that is geared towards someone who might have a thing for women’s feet. Bobby Ray picks it up and flips through the pages.
“I guess… I guess from the right angle, feet can be sexy.
That just leaves you Clint. You’re the last thing I trust in this world… now don’t let me down.”
Bobby Ray tosses the magazine to the side and reaches for the poster as we fade to black.