I:
Sunday, November 12, 2006, Baltimore, Maryland, departing Outrage
"For the first time in a long time,
I'm proud of you."
In a long time?
I am still the bloody
champion.
But all right. I'll take it for what it's worth.
"Thank you."
The limousine pulls out from the arena after the close of Outrage, where the OLW
Commissionership was bestowed upon the man in question.
The Duchess touches up her make-up as the limo now pulls onto the
highway for their journey back to New York City.
"This is going to be great -
what power I'll now wield...I can have anything I want..."
I turn my head. "You'll
wield?"
"Of course," she says
plainly. "What's yours
is mine also."
I concede the point. I am still amazed KIRK yielded as easily as
he did to my demand that he leave his post. I am grateful and
eagerly await what the future holds.
I am enthroned as champion; and now I hold supreme power in OLW, save
for actual ownership.
That part is yet to come.
"So what changes are we going
to make." She reaches over to the limo bar and pours a
sherry. The crimson-amber liquid vibrates in the glass as the car
motions past some rough patches in the highway.
Good question. Now that I have this power, how shall I use it?
Perhaps I'll get Danny Vicious to scrub the toilets in the arena, or
order Jefferson to face the whole of the Unforgiven II - those who
despise him, which, save for a few choice idiots like the
aforementioned Vicious, accounts for most of them.
"I don't know. Why don't
you think of some things, Lady Macbeth."
A slick grin crosses her lips. "You know I will. I'm awfully
good at plotting things out to my - our- advantage."
I settle in with a smile on my face, my eyes growing tired from the
night's events. Seeing Heidi in action was a thing of beauty, as
always. I will win her over somehow, someday. Our common
loathing of that asshole may be stronger than even I know. I can
only hope.
The Match Beyond weighs heavily on my mind. My slight smile
disappears into the night. Fifteen others I must vie against to
hold onto that which sits on my lap - the OLW Heavyweight
Championship. My destiny rides on that match. I know it -
she surely knows it. 'Till my flesh be hacked from my bones shall
I fight in that match.
Until the end.
My eyes blink open and catch in the vanity mirror above the seat.
The scabs from my fingernails are slowly healing from
that...incident...on the 31st of October.
Ten things must I do to defy all that is Good. Ten commandments
must I violate.
Heresy.
Idolatry.
Blasphemy.
Defiling.
Dishonouring.
Murdering.
Adultery.
Theft.
Lying.
Coveting...avarice.
I take a deep breath.
All could be done easily - but - murder.
I will not hesitate doing the others. And I shall begin doing so
in England.
"Love, what do you think of
taking a trip back home for a little while before the next card."
"That'd be fine, as long as I
get to hit Harrod's."
"Of course."
"Oh, any chance we could see
Eddy too?"
She wants to see my son? I desperately want to see him
myself. I gladly accept this suggestion.
"Yes, but I'll have to clear it
with - "
"The bitch?"
I nod. "Yes."
"Then do it. I can't
wait to see him."
I lower the barrier between us and the driver.
"Tyler, when we hit New York,
swing over to JFK. Get on the phone and book the Lear to take us
to London."
...I wait until he's nodded off. It doesn't take long. I
turn on the car's music system to some hard rock station to drown out
my conversation.
I grab my cell and move towards the front of the car, and call
Paulus. It rings and rings.
"Baby," I whisper.
"Babe, where are you?"
"Driving on to JFK - we're
going to be in town over the next few days. I'm going to try and
see Eddy also."
"Oooh..." his voice
filled with interest. "When's
the operation going to go down."
"I don't know. We can't
just do it. We need to track his habits that he and that bitch
undertake everyday. Get on that will you?"
"I will I will. I'm still
visiting the Estate often doing my 'financial business,' but I'll get
to London and see whom I can find...to take care of business."
I giggle.
"And if things go our way,
it'll just be a matter of months before we take care of him too."
I look over and see my husband fast asleep. So unaware. So
naive.
His money is mine. We've taken - Paulus and I - over ten
million dollars from him, funneled into a phony offshore company and
into a Swiss bank account.
God bless the motherfucking Swiss.
I sold the ring he gave me for over half a million on the Amsterdam
black diamond market.
I ripped off two priceless paintings of his, and he hasn't got a
fucking clue.
And I'm screwing his financial advisor mindlessly.
And now the ultimate coup d'état will be to kill his little
piece of shit son, get pregnant by the bastard, and then have him
accidentally...disappear, as well.
Then it shall be mine.
It shall all be mine. And
my child will be heir to the
billions, to the Estate, to the Lancaster Dynasty.
And nobody can stop us.
"Have I mentioned I love you,"
he chuckles in his German accent.
"Well I don't love you,"
I retort, "I just want to
fuck you."
We both laugh and part ways on the phone.
In the corner of the car I see him stirring awake.
As the dutiful wife I slide back down the seat so he won't notice that
I had left his side.
On the music system, Marilyn Manson's sweet voice begins his
interpretation of the Bowie masterpiece, "Golden Years.".
"Poor babe that night tired
you out so." I kiss his cheek.
He mumbles something incomprehensible. I roll my eyes and pour
myself another drink as dear Marilyn sings.
# I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years #
# Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years #
# Golden years, gold whop whop whop #
# Come get up my baby #
# Some of these days, and it won't be long #
# Gonna drive back down where you once belonged #
# In the back of a dream car twenty foot long #
# Don't cry my sweet, don't break my heart #
# Doing all right, but you gotta get smart #
# Wish upon, wish upon, day upon day, I believe oh Lord #
# I believe all the way #
# Come get up my baby #
