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Joseph takes back his buckle, puts it around his waist, and continues in an assured voice. “Yep, two opposite ships passing in the night, you two. Human or not, life is always greener on the other side, isn’t it?” Joseph flashes an all-knowing grin, like that TV gecko. I shiver.
“How do you plan on –?”
“Ronan, a word over here.”
It’s Marty. His timing, man. I could hit him with something hard and sharp about now. Who needs birth control when you have Marty by your side? I scowl on the inside but put a smile on my face.
“Yeah, sure, man, be right over. Hey, sorry, I gotta run.”
Cheyanne and Joseph nod. Joseph boasts a big smile and a jaunty wave. I look for disappointment in Cheyanne’s face, but all I see is a flat affect. Suddenly, I’m kind of… disappointed. So weird. I won the match. There are more ways to lose even when you win.
Marty tugs on my costume and hauls me over to the dais where the bell sits. I’d like to ding this dong on Marty’s noggin. I suppress the urge, wave back, and follow my manager. The smoke from his ever-present stogie makes me cough.
“This had better be good, Marty. I was in the middle of something important over there.”
“X-nay on the confessional, my big man. You can’t be yapping about brand changes to all and sundry, not when yours is a multi-million-dollar enterprise.”
“Yeah, whatever. What else do you want?”
“I’ve booked you into another fight. This one’s a doozy. A full storyline, and complex routines. The complete kit ‘n’ kaboodle. And rumor says it’s double your ticket take.”
I sigh. “Yeah, okay.”
CHAPTER 5
Cheyanne
The mirror reflects somebody I don’t recognize – Disastra. It’s going to take some time to get used to this look. Archimedes has been for so long, and now this… this arch-villain.
Hey girl, you wanted it, so milk it for what it’s worth.
I swing my satin cape, which is a deep midnight navy. I look menacing in my matching face mask. I turn on my bare feet and face my enemy. My Hello Kitty side table lamp. The mangy feline sits there all pretty and perfect. This ceramic fur ball must go down.
I wrap my arm around the kitty’s glossy neck. “Hand over your babies!” I glare at the two pillows on my bed. I imagine they’re crying, shedding down tears.
“No, I won’t, Disastra, you evil-doer!” cries the lamp. “I will die before I give you my squishy girls!”
I fake a take-down, roll on the floor, and imagine trapping Hello Kitty in a half Nelson. Kitty begs for her life. I’ve got her now. The downy girls are all mine. Ha!
I jump to my feet and throw my hands in the air. I hear the audience cheering and booing.
“Booing? At me?”
I gaze in the standing mirror, and Disastra glares back. “Of course, dummy. You’re the evil doer, remember. No more Ms. Nice Gal anymore.”
I plunk down on the bed and cradle the two pillows in my arms. “Don’t worry, Phoebe and Patricia Pillow. I’ll keep you safe.”
I look up, and in the standing mirror is Disastra, not me. “Wuss.” Disastra snarls.
“Yeah, but booing? From an audience who loves me? It feels weird.”
Disastra hisses. “Yeah, don’t it?” The masked menace cackles.
My crooked lips slowly melt into a Grinch grin.
“Hm, maybe I can get used to the booing. Maybe I can like it. Nope. I will love it! Whoo-hoo! I am Disastra, Lady of Doom!” An evil cackle escapes my mouth like I mean it. It shocks me. I giggle.
My cell lights up, and my wrestling song, Arch’s March, plays.
