My Name Isobel
"Give me that!"
"No!! Not My Varga Graphic novel!"
Steven Richards gleefully threw Bull Buchanan's "filthy" magazine into the trash. "There," He slapped together his hands, "Don't you feel better?"
Bull fumed, "No! That cost my Fifty Dollars!!"
"Fifty dollars you should be spending on your daughters," Steven reminded him with superiority.
Bull was left fuming, staring at the back of Steven's head. "God, I wish that man would..would..loosen up! But that would take some sort of act of God!!"
CLANG!
Bull craned his neck to figure out what had caused such a clatter. He let out a horrified yelp when he saw what it was.
"Steven!" He shouted. His fearless leader lay in a heap on the ground, a baseball rolling in circles by his side.
"Ooops," Uttered Al Snow. "Is he OK?"
"Watch where you're throwing that thing!" Bull reprimanded sharply. Al rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, whatever you say, Bull." He snorted.
Bull pulled Steven to his feet, wincing as he saw a bright purple bruise rising over his temple. "Steven!" He called, slapping his forehead, "STEVEN!"
Steven cautiously opened his eyes. "Oh, thank God, you're awake, Steven!"
"Steven? Who is this Steven?!" Bull's eyes widened in horror as a crisp French accent passed from between Steven's lips, "My name is Isobel!"
"What the?!" Al managed before breaking up laughing.
"This isn't funny! We have a match tonight..."
"What match? Ah, zee love match," Steven sighed. "C'est L'Amour." He sighed dreamily.
"C'est crazy," Al muttered, "I'm getting out of here."
"You go nowhere, or I tell Vince exactly how his prized heel ended up with the personality of a Frenchwoman."
Al rolled his eyes, but helped Steven to his face."
"Where is my teddy? Did it get lost on the trip overseas?"
Bull smiled, not unkindly, to Steven, "Your teddy?"
"How will I preform my act without my teddy?" He frowned, "My public will be disappointed."
Bull bit his lip. Shit, what would he do?
Lisa entered the room, "Hi, guys."
"Guys?! What is this 'guys'?" Steven snipped.
Lisa stared at him, wondering what in the hell he meant. "I'm going to do some of my streach excercises."
She popped a tape into her portable cassette player, flicking it on and warming up.
An odd song played. But Steven perked up immediately when he head it, "My song! It is my song!" He reached for the front buttons on his shirt and began to peel them down,
"What the..." Bull gawked.
"Na na na na na.." Steven sang, standing up and trying out a few steps.
Lisa simply stood back and stared at his behavior.
Bull slammed his fist down on the tape player. "Um, Isobel, please don't unclothe yourself infront of the Lady!" Bull blurted out.
Steven snorted, looking Lisa up and down, "This is what passes for a Lady? Merde!"
Lisa grabbed Bull by his tie and pulled him off into a corner. "I can guess what's going on here, I want to know how he got Amnesia."
"He ran into one of Al's foul balls. Worse; he thinks he's some sort of French stripper."
Lisa slapped her forehead, "He's been reading something about speakeasy practices. Maybe something slipped into his reading about Isobel."
Bull nodded, "At least I know what to do about the match. You'll accompany us, and we'll lock him in here."
"Lock him in?! We can't do that; he'll throw a fit."
"OK, we'll at least latch it." Bull shook his head.
****
"The RTC is without Steven tonight," JR noted over the airwaves.
"Yeah; what's an RTC match without Ol' White Socks?"
"A good one?"
Steven rolled his eyes at the commentators as he stuffed his mouth with peanut butter ice cream. How cruel of them to be picking on that poor boy!
The thing on the screen was boring, too boring to bare. But suddenly, he heard..his music!!
'Isobel, my dear..it's showtime."
****
"What in the world is that song?!"
"It's sure better than the RTC's music..."
"Wait a minute!?! What is that..that's Steven Richards..and he's wearing a.."
"Is that a skirt, JR?! And a bra?!"
"You're not gonna start bellowing about puppies, are you?"
"I think he's wearing Ivory's bra and.."
Both commentators trailed off as Steven climbed into the ring. Al Snow, who was trapped in one of Goodfather's was unable to stop laughing. This was probably his best rib ever. As Steven began to gyrate to the tropical beats of his "Theme" song, all the crowd could do was stare at him, unable to even muster the strength to create one "faggot" chant.
In A Forrest Pitch Dark
Grows the Tinniest Spark
He hiked up his skirt and peeled down a nylon.
It burst into a flame
Like Me, Like Me..
Then the other, spinning them through the air as he skipped around barefoot in the ring.
My Name Isobel
Married To Myself
My Love Isobel
Living By Herself
At the song's downbeat, he pulled at the skirt's waistband and discovered a gap in the material. With one sharp pull, he discovered, to Ivory's embaressment that the skirt was of the breakaway variety.
In a Heart full of Dust,
Lives a Creature Called Lust
It Surprises and Scares
Like Me, Like Me
Seductively, he unbuttoned the shirt, snap after snap, only to let it fly open on the song's downbeat. Most of the audience stood gawking at the lace thong he was wearing.
My Name Isobel
Married to myself
My Love Isobel
Living By Herself
He pointed down at Al, then curled his index finger seductively in his own direction.
"I think he wants to give him the Last Ride, JR." Jerry piped.
The rest of the RTC and Billy Gunn had left the proceedings, melting back as quiet observers.
Steven half-pulled, half-sat Al in the chair, then squatted over his lap, writing into a seductive dance.
When she does it she means to
Moth delivers a message
Unexplained on your collar
Crawling in silence, a simple excuse
He brought his rear down on Al's hardening cock with a resounding slap, twisting and giving him a full lap dance.
Na na na na na...
The crowd rose to it's feet, stamping and hooting and reacting in general to Steven's lustful dance.
Na Na Na Na na
Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na
He rose off of Al's sprouting erection, turning his motions into a spontaneous dance.
In a Tower of Steel
Nature Forges a Deal
To Raise Wonderful Hell
Like Me, Like Me
He returned to Al's lap.
My name Isobel
Married to myself
My love Isobel
Living by herself
When she does it she means to
Moth delivers a message
Unexplained on your collar
Crawling in silence, a simple excuse
He lapped the corner of Al's mouth, the tongue, then kissed him to the tune of the na-nas. The moment faded.
"We should get out of here," Al choked out, and picked Steven up without another word.
Steven giggled, "Is so romantic.."
The crowd finally erupted into a sea of derision behind them, the spell broken.
*****
Al couldn't believe what Steven had done; even less could he believe that he was screwing him. But he wrothe and panted beneath his driving cock like a bitch in heat, screaming and moaning for more.
At last, he spent within him, sending Steven over the edge. He came so hard, he passed out, banging his head against the bed's headboard.
Al winced; maybe he had returned Isobel to her place. From the wild, panicked look in Steven's eyes, he knew that he had. But Steven seemed to calm.
"I'm not afraid of doing this with you," He suddenly said. "Why am I not afraid?"
Al smirked, "My fastball tends to turn men fearless pretty quickly."