Post by Phantom on Jun 21, 2012 0:53:32 GMT -6
The scene opens in the Emily’s bar in Washington DC. Inside the bar stands “The Idol” Max Prophet dressed in his usual garb and across from stands Emily in his bar uniform wrapped around her leg stands a little girl about the age of ten years old.
The Idol - Jesus Christ Emily! You didn't tell him?
Emily - What was I supposed to say Max? That I fucked the greatest wrestler of all time and had his daughter? How was he gonna take that?
The Idol - Probably not well.
Emily - Probably not well is fucking right so you can take your fucking limos and your fucking race car bullshit and you can go fight him this Sunday cuz I don't give a fuck just stay out of our lives!
The Idol - I'm taking our daughter. You've exposed our baby to that child molester? That serial masturbater? Holy monkey fuck!?!?! Emily?
Emily - He's all I had to turn to goddamit! After you left me on that beach you fucking asshole!
The Idol - I can't believe you've let our baby around .....nevermind. I'm leaving. And I'm leaving with our daughter. Right now.
Emily - The fuck you are. I'll have the cops here in 5 minutes. Your name ain't on no birth certificate.
The Idol - Damn you are a fucking cum dumpster.
As Idol makes the final statement Phantom jolts upwards into a sitting position in his bed. His head throbbed uncontrollably as he placed his hand to his head. Phantom looked over to the bedside table where he saw in bright red numbers the clock stating that it was only one o’clock in the morning. The idea that Idol had ever had the chance to do anything with Emily was a nightmare in and of itself. But the idea that he somehow had a baby with her and that her IQ dropped about one hundred points. Phantom shook his head and then laid it down on the pillow. He closed his eyes with a deep sigh.
*Only a really bad dream.*
However after several minutes of laying there with his eyes closed he quickly found out that his mind would not stop racing. He reopened his eyes and rolled out of his bed. He threw on the pair of jeans that he had earlier in the day and an old t-shirt. Phantom walked out of his hotel room, hopped on an elevator, descended to the parking garage. Once there he walked over to his silver Tesla Model S, started it up and zoomed out of the parking garage.
*I just got to check something. Just got to check something.*
Phantom weaved in and out of traffic but eventually he made his way downtown and pulled into the parking lot of Emily’s bar which he had visited earlier that day. The lights just shut off and she walked out the front door as Phantom got out of his car. On the street a cab was waiting for her but she was unaware of the USPW World Champion as she locked the front door. When she turned around she was surprised to see Phantom standing by his car.
Emily- What are you doing here so late?
Phantom- I actually wanted to talk to you about some stuff. You mind if we do?
Emily shot him a skeptical look. She was surprised to meet the man in the parking lot of her bar at one o’clock in the morning by himself. But that was something inviting about his concerned gaze that she let a small smile tug at the corner of her mouth.
Emily- Alright. I normally don’t do this sort of thing but I will let you drive me home. On the ride there we can talk, fair enough?
Phantom- That sounds fair enough to me.
Emily quickly jogged over to the cab leaned into the window and then turned around. As she did the cab pulled away from the curb. She walked over to the passenger side of Phantom’s car and got in. As she did Phantom got in on the driver’s side started up the car and pulled out of the parking lot.
Phantom- Where do you live?
Emily- I live about three blocks down from the vice presidential manor in one of the apartment buildings.
Phantom- Those places are quite high end. I take it that the bar is doing well?
Emily- That and knowing how to navigate the stock market. That degree in business management from Yale definitely comes in handy from time to time.
Phantom- Really? Wow…that is quite an accomplishment. With a degree with that why do you just own a bar?
Emily sighed.
Emily- My father raised me to believe in family first the business. So when I was done with school I moved back to Texas and helped get my father’s bar off the ground again. I guess that is the way things happen. What did you want to talk about?
Phantom took a deep breath as he turned the corner.
Phantom- I was not sleeping and I had a shitty ass dream?
Emily- You wanted to talk to me about a dream?
Phantom- Hear me out. It seemed real as anything else but I just wanted to ask you some questions. First, have you ever been to the Bahamas?
Emily- What? No…
Phantom- Done any drugs?
Emily- No…what in…
Phantom- I know you are not supposed to ask but how old are you?
Emily- Twenty-four…
Phantom- Here is the kicker, do you have a kid with “The Idol” Max Prophet that is ten years old?
Emily closed her eyes and looked down at her purse.
Phantom- I say something that hit a nerve?
Emily- I don’t have a kid with Prophet.
Phantom- I know it is bad to say but are you sure?
Emily- I am sure.
Phantom- How are you sure?
Emily- Because I am barren and can’t have kids…ever…
Phantom paused as he tried to fight his jaw from dropping.
Phantom- I am so sorry…I didn’t know.
Emily- Don’t worry about it I have come to accept it. When I was thirteen I developed ovarian cists, at first they said that they would just break up and dissolve on their own. Unfortunately they didn’t and there was a complication. The doctors tried to operate to remove cists but they were unable to before permanent damage was done to my fallopian tubes and ovaries. So now I will never experience the joy of being a mother.
Phantom could not believe that at such a young age that she had to go through such a thing.
*You fucking dick! I can’t believe I just brought that up. Man you are the worst potential friend ever.*
Phantom- I am sorry…
Emily- It is okay. You didn’t know and I have moved on from the subject.
Emily said with hollow words as she watched the lit up Jefferson memorial pass off in the distance. Phantom paused and thought about whether or not he wanted to continue on with the conversation.
Emily- Why do you ask again?
Phantom took a deep breath.
Phantom- I ask because I had an incredibly vivid dream where somehow you had a ten year old child with Prophet and he came to claim custody of it. You two got into an argument about how his name wasn’t on the birth certificate or something and how apparently we hooked up. It was very strange especially the part where you started talking like white trash.
Emily laughed which seemed to relieve some of the tension in the car.
Emily- Prophet? That arrogant prick? He isn’t even that attractive. I guess someone could find him attractive if they were into egomaniacs that do drugs. But to me there is no way I would get into bed with him. Also ten year old kid? You realize how young I would have to be in order to be in order to get pregnant then?
Phantom- I know. I know.
Emily- I would have to be fourteen. So that would make him a pedophile would probably get with the kid I had with him at about the same age then. How do men find that attractive? I mean I could make some strange idea on how they would be attracted if the girl was developed but I was flat chested at the time. I had braces and there was absolutely no way that I could be mistaken for anywhere close to being eighteen. You have a twisted mind there, you know that?
Emily laughed as she finished her statement and looked at Phantom who was now feeling ashamed for even having the deluded nightmare at all.
Phantom- You think I had control over it? Not at all! Why would I want to dream of that blow heart? I mean perhaps I am just looking for more of a reason to put him into the hospital than I already do but I really don’t know. But it certainly was a nightmare.
The two laughed as they had more small talk on the ride there putting the dream behind them. Emily provided the details in order to get to her exact apartment building as they approached the area of destination. Soon the silver Tesla Model S pulled up to the building that Emily had requested. It hummed to a stop and Emily leaned over and hugged Phantom.
Emily- This was nice even though it started off as a bit of a drag.
Phantom- It was. We will have to get together again after I put Prophet into the hospital.
Emily rolled her eyes and got out of the car. Phantom rolled down the window and Emily leaned into it.
Phantom- Hey I got one final question for you tonight.
Emily- It involve babies or Idol?
Phantom- No. In the dream it was said that we hooked up. I know we never have but do you think it would ever work?
Emily paused and appeared to think about it for a minute before responding.
Emily- I don’t know. All I know for sure is that my father said to never get involved with wrestlers because they were no good scum that would get you pregnant and not show up for ten years.
Emily laughed as Phantom let out a meek laugh of his own.
Emily- Goodnight.
Phantom- Goodnight.
Phantom watched Emily walk into her apartment building and then pulled away from the curb as he hoped to return to his hotel room to get some sleep before his flight for Green Bay for the Hell Frozen Over pay per view.
The scene fades to black.
The Idol - Jesus Christ Emily! You didn't tell him?
Emily - What was I supposed to say Max? That I fucked the greatest wrestler of all time and had his daughter? How was he gonna take that?
The Idol - Probably not well.
Emily - Probably not well is fucking right so you can take your fucking limos and your fucking race car bullshit and you can go fight him this Sunday cuz I don't give a fuck just stay out of our lives!
The Idol - I'm taking our daughter. You've exposed our baby to that child molester? That serial masturbater? Holy monkey fuck!?!?! Emily?
Emily - He's all I had to turn to goddamit! After you left me on that beach you fucking asshole!
The Idol - I can't believe you've let our baby around .....nevermind. I'm leaving. And I'm leaving with our daughter. Right now.
Emily - The fuck you are. I'll have the cops here in 5 minutes. Your name ain't on no birth certificate.
The Idol - Damn you are a fucking cum dumpster.
As Idol makes the final statement Phantom jolts upwards into a sitting position in his bed. His head throbbed uncontrollably as he placed his hand to his head. Phantom looked over to the bedside table where he saw in bright red numbers the clock stating that it was only one o’clock in the morning. The idea that Idol had ever had the chance to do anything with Emily was a nightmare in and of itself. But the idea that he somehow had a baby with her and that her IQ dropped about one hundred points. Phantom shook his head and then laid it down on the pillow. He closed his eyes with a deep sigh.
*Only a really bad dream.*
However after several minutes of laying there with his eyes closed he quickly found out that his mind would not stop racing. He reopened his eyes and rolled out of his bed. He threw on the pair of jeans that he had earlier in the day and an old t-shirt. Phantom walked out of his hotel room, hopped on an elevator, descended to the parking garage. Once there he walked over to his silver Tesla Model S, started it up and zoomed out of the parking garage.
*I just got to check something. Just got to check something.*
Phantom weaved in and out of traffic but eventually he made his way downtown and pulled into the parking lot of Emily’s bar which he had visited earlier that day. The lights just shut off and she walked out the front door as Phantom got out of his car. On the street a cab was waiting for her but she was unaware of the USPW World Champion as she locked the front door. When she turned around she was surprised to see Phantom standing by his car.
Emily- What are you doing here so late?
Phantom- I actually wanted to talk to you about some stuff. You mind if we do?
Emily shot him a skeptical look. She was surprised to meet the man in the parking lot of her bar at one o’clock in the morning by himself. But that was something inviting about his concerned gaze that she let a small smile tug at the corner of her mouth.
Emily- Alright. I normally don’t do this sort of thing but I will let you drive me home. On the ride there we can talk, fair enough?
Phantom- That sounds fair enough to me.
Emily quickly jogged over to the cab leaned into the window and then turned around. As she did the cab pulled away from the curb. She walked over to the passenger side of Phantom’s car and got in. As she did Phantom got in on the driver’s side started up the car and pulled out of the parking lot.
Phantom- Where do you live?
Emily- I live about three blocks down from the vice presidential manor in one of the apartment buildings.
Phantom- Those places are quite high end. I take it that the bar is doing well?
Emily- That and knowing how to navigate the stock market. That degree in business management from Yale definitely comes in handy from time to time.
Phantom- Really? Wow…that is quite an accomplishment. With a degree with that why do you just own a bar?
Emily sighed.
Emily- My father raised me to believe in family first the business. So when I was done with school I moved back to Texas and helped get my father’s bar off the ground again. I guess that is the way things happen. What did you want to talk about?
Phantom took a deep breath as he turned the corner.
Phantom- I was not sleeping and I had a shitty ass dream?
Emily- You wanted to talk to me about a dream?
Phantom- Hear me out. It seemed real as anything else but I just wanted to ask you some questions. First, have you ever been to the Bahamas?
Emily- What? No…
Phantom- Done any drugs?
Emily- No…what in…
Phantom- I know you are not supposed to ask but how old are you?
Emily- Twenty-four…
Phantom- Here is the kicker, do you have a kid with “The Idol” Max Prophet that is ten years old?
Emily closed her eyes and looked down at her purse.
Phantom- I say something that hit a nerve?
Emily- I don’t have a kid with Prophet.
Phantom- I know it is bad to say but are you sure?
Emily- I am sure.
Phantom- How are you sure?
Emily- Because I am barren and can’t have kids…ever…
Phantom paused as he tried to fight his jaw from dropping.
Phantom- I am so sorry…I didn’t know.
Emily- Don’t worry about it I have come to accept it. When I was thirteen I developed ovarian cists, at first they said that they would just break up and dissolve on their own. Unfortunately they didn’t and there was a complication. The doctors tried to operate to remove cists but they were unable to before permanent damage was done to my fallopian tubes and ovaries. So now I will never experience the joy of being a mother.
Phantom could not believe that at such a young age that she had to go through such a thing.
*You fucking dick! I can’t believe I just brought that up. Man you are the worst potential friend ever.*
Phantom- I am sorry…
Emily- It is okay. You didn’t know and I have moved on from the subject.
Emily said with hollow words as she watched the lit up Jefferson memorial pass off in the distance. Phantom paused and thought about whether or not he wanted to continue on with the conversation.
Emily- Why do you ask again?
Phantom took a deep breath.
Phantom- I ask because I had an incredibly vivid dream where somehow you had a ten year old child with Prophet and he came to claim custody of it. You two got into an argument about how his name wasn’t on the birth certificate or something and how apparently we hooked up. It was very strange especially the part where you started talking like white trash.
Emily laughed which seemed to relieve some of the tension in the car.
Emily- Prophet? That arrogant prick? He isn’t even that attractive. I guess someone could find him attractive if they were into egomaniacs that do drugs. But to me there is no way I would get into bed with him. Also ten year old kid? You realize how young I would have to be in order to be in order to get pregnant then?
Phantom- I know. I know.
Emily- I would have to be fourteen. So that would make him a pedophile would probably get with the kid I had with him at about the same age then. How do men find that attractive? I mean I could make some strange idea on how they would be attracted if the girl was developed but I was flat chested at the time. I had braces and there was absolutely no way that I could be mistaken for anywhere close to being eighteen. You have a twisted mind there, you know that?
Emily laughed as she finished her statement and looked at Phantom who was now feeling ashamed for even having the deluded nightmare at all.
Phantom- You think I had control over it? Not at all! Why would I want to dream of that blow heart? I mean perhaps I am just looking for more of a reason to put him into the hospital than I already do but I really don’t know. But it certainly was a nightmare.
The two laughed as they had more small talk on the ride there putting the dream behind them. Emily provided the details in order to get to her exact apartment building as they approached the area of destination. Soon the silver Tesla Model S pulled up to the building that Emily had requested. It hummed to a stop and Emily leaned over and hugged Phantom.
Emily- This was nice even though it started off as a bit of a drag.
Phantom- It was. We will have to get together again after I put Prophet into the hospital.
Emily rolled her eyes and got out of the car. Phantom rolled down the window and Emily leaned into it.
Phantom- Hey I got one final question for you tonight.
Emily- It involve babies or Idol?
Phantom- No. In the dream it was said that we hooked up. I know we never have but do you think it would ever work?
Emily paused and appeared to think about it for a minute before responding.
Emily- I don’t know. All I know for sure is that my father said to never get involved with wrestlers because they were no good scum that would get you pregnant and not show up for ten years.
Emily laughed as Phantom let out a meek laugh of his own.
Emily- Goodnight.
Phantom- Goodnight.
Phantom watched Emily walk into her apartment building and then pulled away from the curb as he hoped to return to his hotel room to get some sleep before his flight for Green Bay for the Hell Frozen Over pay per view.
The scene fades to black.