According to a sign, Saint Clairsville, Ohio has a population of 5,763. Which apparently is enough people to support having a shitty comedy show and a shitty wrestling show the same night. Christie came to my show and I told him we’d do a bit where he’d heckle me and then I’d come out and knock his block off. He said “so you’ll miss and I’ll pretend you hit me?” I told him I’d make light contact.
The crowd loved it when he was shitting on me because wrestling fans are monsters. They loved if even more when I blasted him because wrestling fans are monsters. I heard later that my opponent wasn’t very happy about taking the attention off the match. In retrospect, I should have had her do it. Live and learn.
When I saw him afterwards, Christie had a big shiner and was salty about it. I told him I could have hit him a lot harder. He finally shut up about it when I said I could prove it.
At his show, 80 percent of his set was about how he got punched by a woman. It didn’t seem very funny to me but people were laughing. I think he should give me 80 percent of his pay since I gave him all that material.
After he got off stage, he came up next to me at the bar and ordered a Jack and coke. While he was waiting, he nodded at a gaunt looking dude in a suit and tie that was alternating between not laughing at all and laughing way too much. He looked kind of like a picture I saw once of Ichabod Crane.
“He’s one?” I asked.
He said “We’ve got a hit.”
I took Christie’s hand to try and use him as a conduit to see what he was seeing. He snatched his hand away and acted uptight about it. I grabbed his hand again and told him to shut up.
It took a couple minutes. A dude smirked at us and said how sweet it was that we were holding hands. Christie told him to go fuck himself. I thought he was going to get me into a fight.
I didn’t literally see anything, it wasn’t like I could suddenly see a phantom spider-monster sucking on the guy’s brain. I just knew. I think this is what Royale called assensing. Some stupid movie I saw called it the soul gaze. Sight beyond sight. The guy was compromised. By something. Something bad.
Christie made a snide remark/question about what we should do since I’m such a powerful magic person. I already told him the plan. He was just busting my ass. He’s an unpleasant person. I suppose he thinks the same about me.
We nursed a couple of drinks and then followed Skeletor when he left.