Previously on Mark Flynn's Revenge

Quote:“Daddy…!”

“HEY. I HAVE NOT BEEN HANGING OUT WITH PETER GILMOUR, OKAY?”

Quote:"Fucking weird, Daddy."

Quote:I figure you’d be a good guy to give him a talking-to.”

Quote:“You just don’t give enough of a shit to give him that talking-to.”

Quote:Katie runs over to the pinned Flynn, drops down and looks him in the eyes.

"Wanna go to the movies?"

Suddenly, smoke rises up from where Flynn once was.

It slowly comes to rest on the ceiling and begins to spell out letters.

"Thursday at 7."

Quote:“Does this look good to you?”

Crack…

Sighs again.

“Yeah, it does.”

Quote: ”WAIT!”

…That Crack’s drunken rage…

…Put him in the mood to maim…

”I’LL…

Flynn and Crack lock eyes...

And now… the next chapter of Mark Flynn's Revenge
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Smackins' Residence, Detroit, MI- July 10th, 2014 – 10:43 PM
“Benvolio! How could you do this to me? Can’t you see the pain you’ve put me through?”

“No, I can’t, Maldonia. I can’t see your pain. For you see, I’ve been blind all along…”

“Gasp! You bastard! Well, for your information…I can’t see your blindness either! FOR I AM ALSO BLIND!!!”

“GASP!”

This bed is too soft.

The mattress compresses into the center, spring tightening…Coiling... Under the weight of the man sitting on it...

Mark Flynn. Sitting on a bed with pink sheets and cute cartoon animal pillows. Looking around at the walls.

Based on Frodo's stories of his daughter's inclinations... He can only imagine the depraved sexual horrors that have gone on in this room...

The sick, twisted acts that have taken place in this room... And probably around it.. Perhaps even over and under it.... The things this floor board would say if they could talk… Probably most likely a humble request to take away the curse of consciousness and erase its memory so it won’t have to deal with the knowledge that men and women can love each other in the ways those floorboards have been forced to take part in.

Flynn's eyes turn toward the ceiling, then twist towards the wall, eyes squinting in dark realization. Not a corner of his room has not been used for the most twisted, insane carnal pleasure anyone could ever imagine…

And suddenly, it dawns on him.

Most likely.

The majority of that sexual activity has most definitely taken place on this bed.

Flynn’s legs tighten as he shoots off the bed with a jump.

“Just stay still! I’ll be right out! Just watch the show for a second.”

And Flynn re-finds his seat. Right back on the bed. Flynn hoped the television soap opera he had been abandoned with could distract him from the undoubtedly large amounts of reproductive remnants present in this room…

“Hold on! Benvolio! You’re a pilot! You flew the plane to our Jamaican HoneyCruiseShip! You can’t be blind!”

“Ah, but Maldonia! That was my twin brother, MENvolio. We switched places to test your faith to me… And you failed.”

“But you look alike! And I can’t even see that you look alike…Or see at all!!!! How was I supposed to pass that test?”

“Ah But One of us is an openly racist person!”

“GASP! Y-You mean.. Th-…That night!!!”

“Yes, it was I. I was the racist person all along.”

Jesus, never mind. Flynn desperately tried to think about other things… Trying mentally to avoid certain negative land minds in his own head…

The unclean nature of his current immediate environment.

The terrible soap opera he had been left with.

Or the disastrous nature of this first date…

He had arrived promptly at 6:45 pm to discover Katie Smackins, his date covered in blood and screaming and man on the kitchen floor, his head being drained by gravity, red gushing onto the floor via a massive gash in his right temple.

Don’t misunderstand, it wasn’t a new scene to Flynn. He’d usually been in different positions in this scenario but the principle was the same.

Usually, less screaming and more cackling.

That said, it was a surprise.

From there, he wrapped up the man’s head wound, ignoring the incredible amount of alcohol on his breath, calmed down his date, washed his hands and returned to the room.

Katie leapt towards him. The two moved to leave.

Then, the injured, drunk man had stood up from the couch and demanded that Flynn and Katie wait…

For what?

They wouldn’t find out that night because the man immediately began to spew vomit… Everywhere… The surging movement of the vomiting and sudden motion up and down re-opened the wound in his head and he started bleeding again on the floor…

The disturbing mixture of these activities caused Ed, Frodo’s trusty ostrich friend, who had taken residence on the couch next to the clearly concussed into a terrified Ostrich frenzy… The likes of which were disastrous. Family heirlooms crushed under heavy ostrich feet. It sprinted out the front door… Well, through the front door. It took the front door off its hinges.

Flynn had spent the last few hours, catching an ostrich (quite simple actually, he had just uprooted a shrub from the entrance path to Frodo’s apartment complex, from there, it was a matter of time and patience)…

Then, after riding up the stairs on ostrich-back, he helped Katie clean up the vomit and glass shards…

Put that drunk, now dehydrated to the point of death in a bed.

And had been prepared to call this horrifying evening a night and re-schedule another date.

Katie shook her head. Took him by the arm to her room.

Pointed to the bed, where Flynn sat down.

And then disappeared into her closet.

For forty-five minutes.

Flynn had been left in this 19 year old woman’s room. A 35 year old man. Left with nothing but his thoughts and doubts. And the result had not been positive.

Flynn swallowed his nerves back into his throat…

He sighed… This is a sign. This is the heavens themselves opening up and delivering a message. Call it a hunch, but when a first date opens with sudden emergency first aid, ostrich wrangling and several hours of clean-up and disinfectant. One can’t help but wonder if one should take this as a sign that this wasn’t meant to be.

Flynn sighed. Rising up from the bed.

“Hold on… Just a few more minutes…”

This time, the call does not fasten Flynn back to the bed. He’s not even completely sure why he obeyed her orders in the first place. Why would she care? She doesn’t know the depraved macabre voices he hears. She couldn’t possibly begin to understand his mission… His rage… Hell, he had even forgotten to mention that time that a clown woman bit off his dick on national television... He’s not sure how that slipped his mind… He told everyone about that…

But, one thing had to be clear…This attempt to connect with another human being… Was foolish.

She knew nothing about him… Why would she want to pursue anything beyond this evening of horrors…

Flynn, instead of heeding her instruction, knocks on the sliding door hiding the inside of the closet from his vision.

”I apologize, but I think I should be leaving. I can’t help but feel like tonight was a mis-”

CLICK. The television goes black and silent.

Another click. This one, a record player in the corner of the room. Weaving a 12” vinyl through the air… Of Neil Young.

The midnight black disc slides into position. And the needle makes contact with the record…



The closet door slides open…

…

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Out steps Katie Smackins.

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…

Wearing nothing at all.

Except across her chest, covering her breasts.

Is Flynn’s X-Treme Championship belt… Balanced carefully under her arms…

And across her waist…

Is Flynn’s old XWF World Heavyweight Championship…

His most prized possession in the world…

…

”Do you really want to go now?”

”…”

MAIN EVENT Flynn’s Cold Lifeless Heart - vs - Nudity & Title Belts No Rules ’All’s Fair in Love & War’ Match

”I heard you were a real whore for gold… I thought this would be an interesting little test…”

Sweat pours down Flynn’s head…

His heart starts pumping… His blood starts racing… His fingers start to twitching…

Flynn steps back…

And Katie steps forward… Between his steps… Weaving closer and closer to him…

”That’s a phrase you made up yourself… So, I have to ask… How much of a whore are you for these things?”

Katie winks and smiles with the eeriest crescent moon grin… And Flynn’s heart melts…

”I… I… uh…” This must be some kind of trap… This is too much… Flynn’s eyes dart around the room… Trying to stall…

”AH! I hadn’t noticed the record player before!!!…What is that… an Onkyo…playing a Neil Young record? Wow… That’s a little before your time, huh?”

Flynn points and looks over at the corner where the warm, crisp sound of the record is filling the room… trying to draw attention from his ever-reddening face. So, he doesn’t have to look into her beautiful, flawless eyes… Or those glorious golden belts of his…

Katie, instead takes another step forward.

Flynn, trying to keep his distance, falls backwards onto the bed… Facing up at the ceiling…

”Yeah… I love older things… A lot… Almost as much as submission-oriented Greco-Roman wrestling, greyhounds and putting other people down verbally…”

…Oh God… She’s perfect.

Flynn’s brow relaxes… His lungs heavy… His stomach churning… Full of concrete… Yet, he’s calm… This is where he wants to be.

This woman is some kind of witch-demon.

And he wants her.

”Katie… I think before we go on, there’s something you should know…”

“About a year and a half ago, a clown woman…”

She drops a knee on the bed between his legs, just millimeters away…

”Oh, no worries, you’re wearing protection while we do this. No protests, in my profession, this is as much about your health as it is mine.”

”Er… Well, no… That’s very responsible of you and I appreciate it, but not what I mean… You see…”

”Mark…”

”…

Just the sound of her voice saying his name… Caused him to swoon…

”You’ve been a perfect gentleman. For some months now, you haven’t tried a thing… I’m really glad you respect me and who I am.”

”…That said, I want to fuck.”

Katie reaches behind her back… And with a twirl of her fingers, in a flash… She undoes the X-Treme belt around her chest.

And holds it up to Flynn’s stunned gaping mouth…

”And I think you want this… Don’t you?”

…

…

"...Yup."

"...Famous loudmouth Mark Flynn... Is that all you have to say...?"

...

Flynn grabs the belt in her hand... And yanks it, dragging her down on the bed beside him.

He... genuinely smiles.

"Yup."

Winner: The Power of Love... And Nudity