Odd sex habits and fetishes
Previously, on Sarah:
“Is The Domino dead? How did he possess Kay?” Sarah asks.
“He must be dead. I bet the WWF had him killed, and now he’s returned from beyond the grave to carry out some sort of vengeance. But you shouldn’t worry,” Styles says.
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“Kay Fabe is dead, monkey crap. The Domino has stolen her beautiful body to call home. And all women, especially Sarah, are invited in, any time, any place,” Kay says.
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“Oh my God, wait,” Styles says. “If Kay believes she is The Domino, she can’t, as some would, change their gimmick. In Kay Fabe’s world, gimmicks don’t exist. We may have to take more drastic action.”
“Kay, I’m sorry,” Sarah says.
Suddenly, Sarah’s foot is in Kay’s face. Kay, unprepared for the kick, falls back and her head bounces off the court. Her world becomes….
Black.
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[Little Good's apartment.]
He is sitting in his recliner, watching an episode of “Seventh Heaven” on the tele. Sarah walks out of the bedroom, wearing only a long blue pajama top. She looks at the TV, then at Little Good.
“You disgust me. How can you watch such wholesome, family valuesy stuff like this?” she asks.
“Umm, because it, uh…”
“Jessica Biel?”
He sighs. “Yeah.”
“If you had a choice between me and her, who would you pick?”
“Honestly, Jessica.”
Sarah charges at Little Good and kicks him in the chin. He tips over backwards, as does the recliner, trapping him underneath. Sarah tosses the chair aside and picks him up by the throat.
“Listen up, with the last few weeks I’ve been having, I don’t need to know that my loser boyfriend would rather be with someone else. I haven’t won. Twice! First March Mayhem, then of all things, to Joanie Laurer!”
“Don’t forget about Gluttons For Punishment thing too. That’s three. Granted you came in second, but I thought you couldn’t be beaten. Sounds like you’ve done you’re own right share of ‘jobbing’ in BOB.”
Her eyes open wide in anger and she whips him around and throws him into the wall. He becomes part of the wall as his backside makes a huge indent.
“Owww!” Little Good yells. “That hurts, y’know.”
Little Good breaks free, grabs Sarah’s arms and whips her around and makes a new dent in the same wall.
“Owww.”
Sarah punches Little Good.
Little Good punches Sarah back.
He throws her onto the bear skin rug on the floor and they begin throwing off clothes and violently kissing each other.
[Xamfir's bedroom.]
“Sarah said she’d be here,” Xamfir says apologetically.
“THE….I mean, I’m used to it,” Kay says. “Let me ask you something Xamfir.”
“OK.”
“Do you like….pie?”
“Yeah. Who doesn’t?”
A mouse runs in between them. They’re sitting on his bed. Did I forget to mention that? Well they are. Xamfir sees the mouse and smiles widely. Heputs his hand over the little white creature, trapping him. He stands up and starts to pull his sweatpants down, but…
“Whoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoa, WHOA!” Kay says, standing up and retreating. “What in the BLUE HELL are you doing?”
Xamfir stares at Kay, tense, paralyzed, with his sweatpants a few inches below the waistline, but still not revealing anything too hairy. His frozen status breaks when he chuckles and pulls his pants back up completely.
“Nothing,” Xamfir says with a nervous laugh.
“Were you going to take that mouse……turn him sideways…..and stick him straight up your CANDY ASS?”
“You know Kay…you’re still using a lot of The Domino’s catchphrases.”
“Um, hello, mouse, ass…”
“Call it even? Forget the whole thing?” Xamfir suggests.
“Deal.”
[Little Good's bathroom.]
Sarah and Little Good are wrapped up in Little Good’s shower curtain in his bathtub.
“I can’t help but feel I forgot to do something,” Sarah says, looking puzzled.
“You can still go south of the border on me. Just give me a few minutes.”
“No,” Sarah says twisting his nipple.
“Hey!”
“God, you’re so disgusting.”
“I’m Little Good, baby.”
[Xamfir's kitchen.]
Xamfir pulls out a package of American cheese slices. He pulls of the wrappers and fills up a dinner plate with 24 slices. He eats….
One piece.
Two pieces.
Three pieces.
What?
Four pieces of cheese.
Kay is still there.
Five pieces.
“You’ve got some naughty intentions, don’t you? You’re gonna eat cheese in hopes the mouse goes looking for it, like your sphincter is a maze.”
Six pieces. He sighs.
“If you’re just gonna keep making accusations, you can go somewhere else. Lesbian! You’re going to Hell!”
Seven pieces.
Eight pieces.
“What ever happened to your dog,” Kay asks. “The one that was raped and you thought needed an abortion.”
“Damn it. I forgot all about that, we haven’t promoed for so long. I should go to Sarah’s….tomorrow.”
Nine pieces.
Ten pieces.
“THE….I mean, I’m, getting out of here and going somewhere, that isn’t here.”
Eleven pieces.
[Styles' place.]
Styles is on the phone.
“OH MY GOD! That’s great news. Thank you. It’ll give me something to do finally.”
[Jeers.]
Kay walks into the bar.
Everyone: “Kay!”
“Shut up jabroneys.” She walks to the bar. Kay is wearing Elvis-like sunglasses, a Scorpion Queen T-shirt and black workout pants.
The door opens. It’s Styles! But Kay doesn’t notice him. Giving us….that’s right, plot development.
“Give The Domino a martini…..not shaken, but stirred!”
Styles gasps! Then he runs out the door.
[Xamfir's bed...a few minutes later.]
Xamfir is on his bed, holding his stomach.
“So, much, cheese.”
He pulls the mouse from his T-shirt pocket and gets nose to nose with it.
“Hope you can smell the cheese through everything else I ate.”
He sits up and gets under the blanket, PG-13 style. Then he takes off his sweatpants and….
Styles barges in!
Styles looks at Xamfir, who is holding the mouse by the tail and has his legs up under the blanket, tent-style.
Guess what Styles says.
Styles runs out.
Xamfir drops the mouse.
[Little Good's apartment, yet more minutes later.]
The couple is in bed. Covered in peanut butter. And ice cream. And whipped cream. Little Good is eating a cherry off of Sarah while Sarah eats a banana off Little Good.
Styles barges in!
“OH MY GOD!”
They look up at him.
“Human sundaes? I’m so hungry all of a sudden.”
“Why in the bloody hell are you here,” Little Good asks, “and you might want to add I’m quite annoyed.”
“Two shocking plot developments. First, I’ve bought Jeers. So I went there…”
“You bought Jeers?” Little Good interrupts. “You’re not gonna clean it up, are ya? A fella likes to unwind with…”
“Haven’t figured that far yet.”
“Good, I’ll…”
“Shut up!” Styles yells.
“Or what?” Little Good says standing up on the bed.
Styles puts a hand up and turns away to shield himself from Little Good’s banana. “Sit down! Sarah, Kay Fabe is still The Domino!”
“She’s what?”
“The Domino!” Styles repeats.
“I thought we cured her?”
“Apparently not,” Styles says.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Kay is the Domino,” Sarah says.
“Or, The Domino is Kay.”
“I think Kay’s pretending to be The Domino pretending to be Kay,” Sarah says.
“She was Kay, then Spanish, then Kay again, then The Domino,then Kay, but not really Kay, but in reality, The Domino pretending to be Kay?” Little Good asks.
“Right,” Styles says.
“Hmm,” Sarah says. “We’ve got to cure her.”
“Y’know what I think. I think Trey Vincent has something to do with this,” Little Good says.
“Don’t ever say that name again,” Sarah says.
“Sorry,” Little Good says. “But ever since he kidnapped her, she ain’t been right in the noggin.”
“He’s right,” Style says. “I know how to cure her. But you won’t like it.”
“Spill,” Sarah says.
TO BE CONTINUED….