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09-05-2011, 01:03 PM
The Loyal Community > General Discussion > Cousin George is boxing at Excalibur!!
LoyalDevina: Cousin George is going to be boxing at the Excalibur on July ** Friday! There's going to be 4 nights of boxing to qualify for the finals. tickets are 30 dollars for each night. GO GEORGE!!!
Greekgoddess: I didn't know George was a boxer
KrisLee: YAY GEORGE! GO 'HEAD WIT' YER BAD SELF!!
OU812: I am SOOO THERE!
BlueSkye: How long had george been a boxer?
RUReady15: I wonder if Criss ever boxed with George? You know just for fun
LoyalCaitlin: I hope Criss is there he has to be because its his cousin whose fighting that night
FIGHT NIGHT AT THE EXCALBUR!!
Amateur Boxing Association Exhibition Match:
July **, July **, Aug **, Aug **
TICKETS: $30 ($20 12 and under)
Quarter Finals: ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
First Match: Draveling v. Ellsworth
Second Match: Theodoros v. Strumpolis
Third Match: Meyer v. Lacie
Fourth Match: Clement v. Ruhr
Criss felt a little strange being a spectator instead of a performer that afternoon at the Excalibur. He, his brothers, and their mother had been granted free ringside passes to the boxing match, but it still felt a little strange to him. He was so accustomed to being the star that to watch someone else perform felt alien to him. On the other side of the stage he was a nonentity, just another member of the audience.
The last time he was in the arena was for the Quad Drag Escape demonstration. George had been his assistant then, driving the quadrocycle around the dirt-floored arena with himself tied to the end of it, struggling to escape the ropes binding him (He remembered how he struck his head on the wall at one turn; thankfully, he had been wearing a helmet). The audience had cheered wildly as he freed himself from the ropes, but he didn't stick around for the applause; he had quickly left the arena to catch a red-eye flight to New York to be with his mother for her emergency heart operation.
Tonight, it was George who was in the spotlight, while his famous cousin would sit among the spectators. Criss mingled with the other fans in the lobby, taking time to sign a few autographs and pose for photos, alleviating the uneasiness. Word on the fanboards had it that Cousin George would be in the Excalibur match, and the Loyals had turned out in force to cheer him on. Many proudly showed Criss the posterboard signs they had made for the occasion. Pleased that his Loyal fans would extend their devotion to his cousin, he personally held them up for the cameras and autographed them with a black magic marker.
"Now I know George will win tonight!" he crowed.
There were more autographs, more pictures, more hugs, and more good wishes for George. In the middle of it all, Criss suddenly became concerned about his mother; he looked around but didn't see her anywhere. He spotted his brother, JD, nearby. "Hey, JD, where's Mom?" he called out.
JD scanned the lobby. "It's okay," he called back. "I see her--she's by the bar!"
By the bar? Puzzled, Criss walked over to the lobby bar. His mother was not a heavy drinker, so why would she be hanging out at the bar? he wondered. Upon approaching, however, he saw the reason--in the familiar form of a former mobster dressed in a tailored suit, holding a Manhattan in one gnarled hand and his mother's arm in the other.
Criss laughed in surprise. "Springs!" he cried. "Hey, good to see you again, old man!"
Danny Springer held up his drink in greeting. "How ya doin', Angel?" he rasped. "Nice to see you again. And yer ma, too."
"So, what brings you here?" Criss asked.
"Same as everybody," Springs replied. "Here to see the match. Ain't seen a live fight in years, and the price was right, so I thought what the eff, y'know? So I come here, and damn if I didn't run into yer mother here! Ain't life a crock?"
He sidled up closer to Dimitra. "Didi here tells me yer cousin George is in the second match tonight," he said.
Springs took a swig of his Manhattan and frowned. "The drinks aren't as good as they are in the Luxor," he said disapprovingly. "They're all right, but they ain't as good. Oh, well. C'mon, Didi, let's get our seats."
"You don't mind if Danny sits with us, do you, Christopher?" Dimitra asked.
"No problem, Ma," Criss said, shrugging.
The arena doors opened, and the audience filed inside to take their seats. Criss could see the ropes encircling the square ring in the arena. He allowed his mother and Springs into the front row first, then sat down in a seat three down from the aisle, next to his brother, JD. If he had known who would be taking the seat on the other side, he would have sat farther down, for as bad luck would have it, some fat slob carrying an armful of nachos and cheese with a half-gallon of soda plunked his huge posterior in the second chair from the aisle. "Boy, I'm glad this place has tables!" he bellowed to Criss. "Makes it a whole lot easier!"
Criss groaned inwardly. The slob gave his reluctant seatmate a closer look and recognized him immediatly. "Hey! I know you!" he bellowed again. "You're Criss Angel! Yeah!" He extended one cheesy hand toward him. "Name's Benny Worth! You remember my sister, Casey, don't you?"
"Nice to meet you," Criss murmured, reluctantly shaking the sticky hand. "And, yeah, I remember Casey."
Benny shoved a handful of nachos into his mouth. "She still likes you, man!" he mumbled through mashed corn meal. "You think of going out with her sometime?"
"She's busy, and I'm busy, okay?" Criss told him impatiently. "She's got her work, and I got mine!"
Benny swallowed. "Oh, I get it," he said. "You'd rather go out with those Playboy bunnies like Holly Madison! Oh, sure, I understand! Can't blame you though. So, whaddya do, let 'em tie you up? Or do you tie 'em down?"
"Will you just back off?" Criss snarled.
"Hey, c'mon, dude!" Benny chortled. "We all know what you're into! All those handcuffs, ropes and (bleep) you get yourself in for your show--you gotta be into the bee-and-dee scene! It's pure Freudian! Go figure!"
"I never mix business with pleasure," Criss told him.
Benny snorted. JD nudged Criss. "There's a seat on the other end," he said, pointing down the row. "You wanna move?"
Criss shot up without a word and threaded his way down the row to the empty seat next to Springs, relieved to be away from the vulgar banter of Benny Worth. Benny simply shrugged and went on shoveling nachos and cheese into his mouth. Criss sat down with a heavy sigh. Geez! he thought. With a brother like that, it's no wonder Casey prefers to be a live-in caregiver!
The lights dimmed, signalling the beginning of the match. Spotlights shone down on the boxing ring, its mat blinding white in the limelight. A tuxedoed MC climbed into the ring, clutching a radio-controlled microphone.
"Ladeeeez aaaaannnd gentlemennnn!" he bellowed into the microphone. "Welcome to the quarter-finals of the Amateur Boxing Association Exhibiton Match!"
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