Post by The King on Nov 13, 2017 14:45:14 GMT -5
October the 12th, 2017.
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Uh, Wurk it!A voice from off camera shouts, we can hear the woman, or so we presume, chewing gum loudly as a light flashes towards a white canvas in front of us. Standing upon it is none other than Mr. Model, Mr. Germany, Mr. All-Things-Sexy himself, Daddy Schneider. He flexes his bicep curls as they gleam with tons of body oil. He is doing his signature grin, and within that grin he has a cocktail stick, chewing on it as though the be-all and end-all of life itself. His whole body is drenched 10 ft in shiny body oil that runs down his hairy chest and most importantly, trickles upon his majestic mustache. He pouts his lips. He's semi-nude basically, except for a skin tight thong that covers his groin area, holding a humongous bulge no doubt.
Oh D-A-D-D-Y... You are perrrrrrrrfection!
He winks at the camera which is now zoomed up upon his face. We can fully get a glimpse at the majestic upper lip that's planted upon him, fine black and smooth. Not curled or fancy looking, just manly... Manly, manly.
Thanks Baby Doll...
The camera starts to pan down towards his groin area when he grabs it by his rough, manly hands and brings it back up to his face. He shakes his head mockingly, grinning whilst doing so. His mustache swings side to side as flashes of white seemingly blind him. He rubs it in slow motion. The oil oozing from underneath it and trickling down below his lip, dripping down upon the floor.
Yolanda, what time's it babe?
His voice is rough and deep, enough to pierce through any women's heart.
Uh like 10am darlin'
Daddy poses a little more, showing off his round spleen in a few shots. He wipes his mustache once more, the oil oozing from behind. He grabs his cocktail stick from in his mouth and flicks it towards the camera.
I'm done for the day, someone get me my gown
Immediately two young women rush onto the white shot and begin to place it around his shoulders, they're mid twenties, one's blonde, the other's a brunette. They're both relatively small in size when standing next to the 6'4" macho man that is Daddy Schneider. The gown is silky green with a tint of cyan. It's smooth with no crease in sight, clean as bleach, luxurious as a 5* hotel. Schneider turns around in it and on the back in shiny glitter and imprint it reads #Whosyourdaddy. It's white fluffy cuffs fit wonderfully around his thick forearms. He looks at the two women beside him and pull them in, linking arm to arm with them. The blonde on his left. The brunette on his right.
Tell me girls, who's your daddy?
The girls react all timid and shy, but ultimately point at him. But by then he's lost all interest and has already started to walk to off camera. They are dragged forward with him and begin to caress his ripped arms.
He walks over to the outside of the canvas where there are photographers and production crew, it's all hustle and bustle as people go back and forth doing various things, such as lighting and makeup. Daddy stops when he arrives at his personal photographer, River, and french kisses her from cheek to cheek.
Uh, such good wurk today Daddy!
Daddy does his signature grin and clicks his fingers towards a passing production crew, with headphones upon their head. They hesitantly stop and take their headphones off from one ear, they're young aswell, male this time. With short black hair and a generic face.
Boy, get me a cocktail stick
The young man nods immediately and heads off screen, before coming back a few seconds later with a cocktail stick. He holds it out to Daddy Schneider to take but he doesn't instead he looks down at it, up at the boy, then licks his lips. The young man realizes his mistake instantly and places it in his Schneider's mouth. Daddy nods at the kid as he pulls his headphones back over his ears and carries on with whatever he was doing before.
Where's Felix, babes?
River is on her knees looking through the shots on her camera. She isn't really paying attention to him but then realizes the silence and looks up instantly.
What wus thatttt?
Daddy looks around the backstage area, wiping his mustache still oozing with oil.
Uhm... Oh.. Uhh.. Where's Felix?
River raises her shoulders basically signalling that she doesn't know, she's too busy looking through the photos of Schneider's photo shoot.
I'm here.
A man who we presume is Felix, Daddy's agent, walks into the scene. He's an old and frail man, wearing a professional business suit and a black and purple rimmed hat. He's on the phone to someone who's no doubt important. Behind him stands another man, old like Felix but with one hell of a majestic mustache, nearly on the level of Daddy's but not just.
Who's he?
Daddy asks questioningly, rather defensive over his mustache competition. Felix is still busy on the phone before telling them he'll call them back and placing it back in his pocket. It's a flip phone, nothing special here. It does it's job. What's the need of a fancier phone?
Oh yes... Daddy, this is Derrick Donovan. Donovan, this is Daddy.
Donovan steps forward and offers a handshake to Schneider, he looks at it, contemplating shaking it as though it depends on his life. Daddy has never heard of him before, but he must be important with a mustache such as his own. Daddy looks inquiringly towards Felix as though to say, who is this man and why is he in Daddy's presence? Finally, he shakes Donovan's hand before letting go straight away.
Donovan is an advocate and a pioneer, he's spoke to me about a preposition. It- It's just too great to deny.
Daddy Schneider is intrigued now. This has peaked his interest. He looks at the two girls still standing either side of him, arm in arm, and motions for them to leave. They do so in an instance, both kissing him on the cheek as they swiftly exit. Donovan looks at Daddy with a little smile, Felix just stares plainly. A production member walks by with a dish of olives in her hand, Schneider clicks his fingers and she stops before him. He grabs his cocktail stick from within his mouth and sticks it into one of the wet green things. He smiles before seductively placing it into his mouth and chewing on it as loudly as he can. Meanwhile, Donovan and Felix just look at him, waiting for him to finally reply.
And uh, what's this preposition all about then?
Donovan stands forward straight away, Felix steps back and straightens out the creases in his 1950's gangster suit. Daddy looks at the man with a look of confusion. Something about this man just doesn't add up. He continues to chew loudly on his luxurious olive, before swallowing it and letting out a sigh of relaxation.
Good day sir. As your manager said, I am an advocate and a pioneer for a business known as the XHF. I........
....Daddy drifts off. After hearing the name of "XHF", it reminds him of one thing. A porn company. He cringes. His brow creases. He begins to sweat. He will not go back into that industry, for reasons that will never be defined. Such bad memories, so many horrible things pop back into his mind. His mustache has a little twitch, it begins to spasm and curl.
Look. I stopped doing porn yearrrrrs ago...
Donovan immediately stops, his face turns into a mess of confusion and horror. What the hell is Daddy Schneider going on about? Felix looks worryingly at his client, he puts his hand up to his mouth in embarrassment. Daddy doesn't what he did wrong, after all, he was just speaking his mind. Then, he realizes his mistake. He realizes he most probably should have carried on listening to what Donovan had been saying.
Um. I- I never mentioned anything about... Porn...
Everyone in the room is confused and shocked, even Daddy is now. He looks towards Donovan apologetically and as if to say, "oh...". Felix has covered his full face now with his hands. He is rather embarrassed for his client and himself, this isn't how he envisioned his day to go.
I- I was on about how I am an important backstage figure for the XHF, a wrestling network, consisting of many various wrestling federations all ran under the same banner. W- We feel as though you'd fit in excellently with our program and are offering a deal of $30,000 up front. See, we have this new wrestling promotion. It's called Totally Insane Wrestling, it's looking for it's first batch of wrestlers, we think you'd make a brilliant addition to the roster. With the right amount of training and mentoring, we can pull this off. Felix here, believes you have what it takes, but the question is... Do you?
Daddy is absolutely confused and con-fuddled. This man has come in here and offered him $30,000 to wrestle. He's just a model. Nothing more, nothing less. Why him? Is it his handsome looks? His ripped muscular physique? Why do they want Daddy Schneider of all people? Never-the-less he smiles at Donovan, his mustache twitching once more.
So... Um... Y- you want m- me... To wrestle?
Donovan nods his head slowly. Felix has walked off and is on the phone once more, no doubt sorting out some more of his clients. Daddy laughs confusingly before stopping and acting all serious.
Why me?
Donovan smiles, he was waiting for this very question. Felix has disappeared from the scene now, it's just Schneider and Donovan. River has long gone by now aswell, no doubt editing and photo-shopping the glorious pictures of Daddy. It's just these two men with their magnificent mustaches and wonderful accents.
Well Mr. Schneider, I knew your father... Hans Schneider... H- he wasn't around much in your childhood, you barely saw him, I know that. I bet you've always wondered what your father did for a living, why he was on the move so much. Well, you see, he was a wrestler. He went by the name Daddy Mack. H- hang on with me here. He traveled the world with me when I used to be a wrestling booker, for a long gone wrestling federation called Collision Course World Wrestling, or CCWW for short. He was a great friend of mine. I loved and respected him dearly... Me and you have met before Mr. Schneider, when you were but a little lad. My mustache wasn't as big then and I wasn't as so plump as I am now. You see, it was so typical of your father to call you Daddy. His little offspring. How you've grown, you're a splitting image of him.
Daddy is taken back, this hurts him deep down inside. He used to get picked on in school for the name "Daddy", he used to threaten the kids that his dad would come along and beat them all up. But he never did, he barely did see him at all. He was just always so busy. His mum never told him why and what his dad was doing, out of shame or fear he does not know. Donovan knows he's struck a chord, he looks at him apologetically for doing so. This is so much for him to take, he needs to rest, sleep on it, think it through and through until he finds a definitive answer.
I- it- I- w- h-
Daddy just can't manage to get any words out at all. This is too much. His mustache has really started to twitch now. Donovan notices that he's got him in the palm of his hand, he slowly hands him a business card with the name "Donovan's Ad-vocation" written on it, with a number below it. Daddy thanks him painfully and walks off. Donovan watches from behind.
How did it g-
Felix stops immediately and notices the look on Schneider's face. He looks down at the business card within Daddy's hand and sighs with relief, before quickly leaving and letting Daddy to his own peace of mind. Schneider walks to the exit, the automatic doors sliding open to the morning day, after all it's only a little past 10am. He looks out at the shining horizon before him. An inspirational fanfare begins to fade in, a solar flare beams upon the camera. It's very similar to Luke Skywalker looking out at the two suns on his home planet of Tatoinne. We can only see the back of him.
Y- you're still in your dressing gown...
Felix says from off screen, Daddy seemingly doesn't hear him, he takes his first foot to a whole new world and steps bare feet onto the concrete outside. The sun still beams upon him and his "#whosyourdaddy" gown. It sparkles and shimmers. Cars rush by in the road in front of him, swerving and nearly crashing as they catch a look at this loony man walking half naked out of a building. He stops...
He rubs his oozing mustache....
It's a new dawn... It's a new day... It's a new life... For me... And I'm feeling...
Gooooooooooood...