Well, that crucifixion went like a dream.... Barb can take some comfort from the fact that her team just saw the way to do that!
And Barb's complaining, so she's on form... I must say this is all going terribly well!
BTW how's Sarah doing, Shastar?
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The Olympic Crux
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And Barb's complaining, so she's on form... I must say this is all going terribly well!
BTW how's Sarah doing, Shastar?
Well, you don't want to fall off, do you Barb?
Well, that crucifixion went like a dream.... Barb can take some comfort from the fact that her team just saw the way to do that!
Yay team!
(are we still her team? I'm so confused
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Sure you're still part of the team. Despard Wragg is set to make another fortune off Barb's suffering as is Sir B. Rupert Wragg, media mogul and presiding editor of the Crux Chronicle.Well, you don't want to fall off, do you Barb?
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Yay team!
(are we still her team? I'm so confused
The team takes the cross from my shoulder. I glare at him and ask why should I trust you? I’ll bet you helped design this hell-hole in a bowl.”
“The IOC cleaned it up a bit but I would say it is still a ‘Tree Signature Crux™ Coarse’” I reply. “Do you want help getting on that cross or do you want to stand there naked in the middle of this little venue building up penalty minutes? It’s your choice. I signed up for your team long after I designed the course. You’ve been trained well and have done well. This ain’t an ‘Eliza Doolittle-Henry Higgins’ moment, Barb. Make up your mind now. You can win the gold or just be a line entry for your finishing position in the Keokuk, Iowa paper’s spot section’s ‘stats page’.
If my eyes were lasers his head would be vaporized. I hate when he right!
I’ve taken this way too far and there is no ‘Plan B’. Miura and Lance (The young Bull and Gunner) come forward to take me to the cross but I shout “No, I will do this!”
I grab the spikes from Siss’ hands and tell her “We will have a talk about this when it’s over!”
I hand them to ‘Bull Jr.’ (damn they are bigger than they look!) and lay myself out on the cross and yell “What the fuck are you waiting for? Let’s get this done!”
It is my way to show that in this ‘game’ designed to strip me of my dignity they have taken only material things from me but I am still Barbara Moore! They can’t have that… they can’t take it!
I feel the hard cross against my back and wrists. I place my feet so tortured from dragging my cross more than half kilometer over the rocky dirt track will soon be shattered by a single spike.
My outer bravado only masks the turmoil in my mind. In moments, maybe only seconds, I will be forever changed. Even if I win the Gold and ‘all the king’s horses and all the king’s men’ put my body back together again my mind will never forget what at this moment I cannot begin to imagine!
Why the Four Tops song races through my head as point of the spike presses against the tender flesh of my wrist just below the palm of my hand?
“Somebody shake me
Wake me, when it's over, when it's over
Somebody tell me that I'm dreamin'
And wake me when it's over, when it's over…”
It is about to start.
I watch the hammer swing and don’t remember much after that…
-Barb
Tree
“The IOC cleaned it up a bit but I would say it is still a ‘Tree Signature Crux™ Coarse’” I reply. “Do you want help getting on that cross or do you want to stand there naked in the middle of this little venue building up penalty minutes? It’s your choice. I signed up for your team long after I designed the course. You’ve been trained well and have done well. This ain’t an ‘Eliza Doolittle-Henry Higgins’ moment, Barb. Make up your mind now. You can win the gold or just be a line entry for your finishing position in the Keokuk, Iowa paper’s spot section’s ‘stats page’.
If my eyes were lasers his head would be vaporized. I hate when he right!
I’ve taken this way too far and there is no ‘Plan B’. Miura and Lance (The young Bull and Gunner) come forward to take me to the cross but I shout “No, I will do this!”
I grab the spikes from Siss’ hands and tell her “We will have a talk about this when it’s over!”
I hand them to ‘Bull Jr.’ (damn they are bigger than they look!) and lay myself out on the cross and yell “What the fuck are you waiting for? Let’s get this done!”
It is my way to show that in this ‘game’ designed to strip me of my dignity they have taken only material things from me but I am still Barbara Moore! They can’t have that… they can’t take it!
I feel the hard cross against my back and wrists. I place my feet so tortured from dragging my cross more than half kilometer over the rocky dirt track will soon be shattered by a single spike.
My outer bravado only masks the turmoil in my mind. In moments, maybe only seconds, I will be forever changed. Even if I win the Gold and ‘all the king’s horses and all the king’s men’ put my body back together again my mind will never forget what at this moment I cannot begin to imagine!
Why the Four Tops song races through my head as point of the spike presses against the tender flesh of my wrist just below the palm of my hand?
“Somebody shake me
Wake me, when it's over, when it's over
Somebody tell me that I'm dreamin'
And wake me when it's over, when it's over…”
It is about to start.
I watch the hammer swing and don’t remember much after that…
-Barb
Tree
Hondoboot2
QUAESTOR PULCHRITUDINIS
I am soooo glad I was replaced on the crucifixion crew. There is no way I could pound nails into Barb.....I will just enjoy the view after she is raised
Channel 2 on the 'RR Video Platinum Video Channel'....I am soooo glad I was replaced on the crucifixion crew. There is no way I could pound nails into Barb.....I will just enjoy the view after she is raised
My wrists are on fire with pain I cannot begin to fathom! I try to draw my hands to my body but they don’t move. I look up my arm and see blood running off the face of my wrist and an inch of a spike with a massive head standing in the middle of my bloody wrist! Oh shit I remember! I’m being crucified! The pain is so consuming I don’t even notice ‘little Bull’ has an iron grip on my legs just above my ankles holding my feet one over the other until ‘little Gunner’ presses the point of the spike high on the arch of my top foot. As he raises the heavy hand-sledgehammer I whimper “Guys, give me a min…”
With one strong accurate blow the spike travels through both of Barb’s feet and imbeds several inches into the stipe, shattering bone and tearing muscle and ligaments as it goes through. With two more blows Barb is secured to the cross, no longer offering her body to it but now the cross’ possession. It took Barb almost five minutes to cope enough with pain to speak but Barb being Barb when she could speak she did! Let’s join Barb as she lies crucified waiting to be crucified on the top of the LA Coliseum’s Golgotha…
“OH, YOU MOTHERFUCKER, TREE” I shout with what energy I can muster. “You didn’t tell me how bad this would be!”
He lights a Marlboro and picks his well iced Seagram’s from the lid of the cooler that is still draining water that I would love to have after my ‘stroll’ with the cross. He says “Save your strength, Barb; you are going to need it. Why do you think I wouldn’t let Hondoboot and Wragg have you strapped to a cross for three days more than once? I did tell you no one can describe the pain- even those who have been nailed to a cross so how the fuck did you expect me to know how it really feels. I trained you for strength and to tolerate being immobilized- remember being buried waist deep for three days.
“I fucked with your head until instead of being sobbing crybaby you are comfortable calling me a motherfucker in front of a hundred thousand people and on worldwide television and live on the web while you lay naked nailed to a cross.”
Goddamn it, I hate when he is right! All the ‘stupid’ training I couldn’t see any use for has prepared me as well as I can be for this moment. I take a deep breath and say the hardest two things I have ever said in my life. “OK, Tree, you were right! Now raise this fucking thing!”
Bull and Gunner start for the ends of the crossbar and Siss heads for the base of the stipe when Tree yells “Not yet! She’s still breathing too fast!”
“How the hell can you tell how fast I am breathing?” I shout.
“You’re naked Barb and I can see your fine tits bob with each breath” he says as he lights yet another cigarette. I want to see you taking full deep breaths at around twenty breaths per minute. The first minutes you are raised makes a big difference.”
“I’ll work on it” I say as three IOC judges approach. I know I have no penalties as my spot hasn’t been marked by yellow or red flags but maybe they don’t place the flags until the cross is raised! Damn, how am I supposed to slow my breathing with the judges approaching and they carry a handful of flags! Tree turns to me and says “Relax, kid, I’ll take care of this.”
He walks over to meet them and pulls a quart flask of Seagram’s from his duster. He takes a long draw from it and lights yet another Marlboro as he gears up for his style of ‘negotiations’. I pray for both the judges and me he doesn’t have his Glock! This doesn’t seem to be a cordial conversation and it is my ass on the line!
-Barb
I bring the judges to one of the ‘neutral zones’ so Barb can’t hear. They bring up several ‘extreme’ rules violations that each would draw a red flag. A yellow flag deducts time from when an athlete capitulates. A red flag (or multiples of flags) adds time after she capitulates with no relief from cross. The Transylvanian athletes caught doping have six small red flags around the base their crosses. That means they will remain crucified for six hours after they give up and if they don’t make the six hours and die… well…
These assholes have some flat things that are bigger than my old flip phone and try to tell me what is wrong. They want to give Barb three red flags. I pull out a leather bound book of rules- its cover is embossed with the Olympic insignia of 2024. The judges walk away after they try to hand me two red flags. I really wish I had my Glock with me but instead threaten to tear their pants off and shove the flags up their asses. They leave but say I will be called before rules committee. I walk back to Barb and see she is breathing how I want her to…
I ask him what that was all about and he says just a minor rules discussion and then nods at ‘little’ Bull, Gunner, and Siss. Bull and Gunner ‘juniors’ easily toss me and the cross upright while Siss has obviously practiced guiding the stipe onto the socket! I think she be into this!
I fall with the cross into the hole met with a spray of refreshing if not stunningly cold water. Fuck I AM crucified but why am I awake and not stunned like the others I have seen raised as one hundred and fifty mortars launch sequentially concussion fireworks outside the perimeter of the Coliseum while these fucking bastards in the Coliseum do the ‘wave’ following each burst.
One hundred and fifty women hang crucified. Damn it, Tree, wasn’t a hill with a hundred crosses enough?
Tree walks up and says “Damn, that worked better than I thought it would, Barb!”
My shoulders feel like they are above my ears and my arms and feet overload my brain with pain. I gasp “What worked better?”
-Barb
I’ll explain later but I am tired and Barb isn’t going anywhere soon…
Tree
With one strong accurate blow the spike travels through both of Barb’s feet and imbeds several inches into the stipe, shattering bone and tearing muscle and ligaments as it goes through. With two more blows Barb is secured to the cross, no longer offering her body to it but now the cross’ possession. It took Barb almost five minutes to cope enough with pain to speak but Barb being Barb when she could speak she did! Let’s join Barb as she lies crucified waiting to be crucified on the top of the LA Coliseum’s Golgotha…
“OH, YOU MOTHERFUCKER, TREE” I shout with what energy I can muster. “You didn’t tell me how bad this would be!”
He lights a Marlboro and picks his well iced Seagram’s from the lid of the cooler that is still draining water that I would love to have after my ‘stroll’ with the cross. He says “Save your strength, Barb; you are going to need it. Why do you think I wouldn’t let Hondoboot and Wragg have you strapped to a cross for three days more than once? I did tell you no one can describe the pain- even those who have been nailed to a cross so how the fuck did you expect me to know how it really feels. I trained you for strength and to tolerate being immobilized- remember being buried waist deep for three days.
“I fucked with your head until instead of being sobbing crybaby you are comfortable calling me a motherfucker in front of a hundred thousand people and on worldwide television and live on the web while you lay naked nailed to a cross.”
Goddamn it, I hate when he is right! All the ‘stupid’ training I couldn’t see any use for has prepared me as well as I can be for this moment. I take a deep breath and say the hardest two things I have ever said in my life. “OK, Tree, you were right! Now raise this fucking thing!”
Bull and Gunner start for the ends of the crossbar and Siss heads for the base of the stipe when Tree yells “Not yet! She’s still breathing too fast!”
“How the hell can you tell how fast I am breathing?” I shout.
“You’re naked Barb and I can see your fine tits bob with each breath” he says as he lights yet another cigarette. I want to see you taking full deep breaths at around twenty breaths per minute. The first minutes you are raised makes a big difference.”
“I’ll work on it” I say as three IOC judges approach. I know I have no penalties as my spot hasn’t been marked by yellow or red flags but maybe they don’t place the flags until the cross is raised! Damn, how am I supposed to slow my breathing with the judges approaching and they carry a handful of flags! Tree turns to me and says “Relax, kid, I’ll take care of this.”
He walks over to meet them and pulls a quart flask of Seagram’s from his duster. He takes a long draw from it and lights yet another Marlboro as he gears up for his style of ‘negotiations’. I pray for both the judges and me he doesn’t have his Glock! This doesn’t seem to be a cordial conversation and it is my ass on the line!
-Barb
I bring the judges to one of the ‘neutral zones’ so Barb can’t hear. They bring up several ‘extreme’ rules violations that each would draw a red flag. A yellow flag deducts time from when an athlete capitulates. A red flag (or multiples of flags) adds time after she capitulates with no relief from cross. The Transylvanian athletes caught doping have six small red flags around the base their crosses. That means they will remain crucified for six hours after they give up and if they don’t make the six hours and die… well…
These assholes have some flat things that are bigger than my old flip phone and try to tell me what is wrong. They want to give Barb three red flags. I pull out a leather bound book of rules- its cover is embossed with the Olympic insignia of 2024. The judges walk away after they try to hand me two red flags. I really wish I had my Glock with me but instead threaten to tear their pants off and shove the flags up their asses. They leave but say I will be called before rules committee. I walk back to Barb and see she is breathing how I want her to…
I ask him what that was all about and he says just a minor rules discussion and then nods at ‘little’ Bull, Gunner, and Siss. Bull and Gunner ‘juniors’ easily toss me and the cross upright while Siss has obviously practiced guiding the stipe onto the socket! I think she be into this!
I fall with the cross into the hole met with a spray of refreshing if not stunningly cold water. Fuck I AM crucified but why am I awake and not stunned like the others I have seen raised as one hundred and fifty mortars launch sequentially concussion fireworks outside the perimeter of the Coliseum while these fucking bastards in the Coliseum do the ‘wave’ following each burst.
One hundred and fifty women hang crucified. Damn it, Tree, wasn’t a hill with a hundred crosses enough?
Tree walks up and says “Damn, that worked better than I thought it would, Barb!”
My shoulders feel like they are above my ears and my arms and feet overload my brain with pain. I gasp “What worked better?”
-Barb
I’ll explain later but I am tired and Barb isn’t going anywhere soon…
Tree
Laser eyes, my dignity unsullied, defiance and determination, Humpty Dumpty, outer bravado, and the Four Tops. Tree has managed to throw just about everything into this episode but the kitchen sink, all in the name of coaxing me into taking the final plunge and surrendering my precious little wrists and feet to the ravages of those sharpened, bigger than anticipated, nasty looking spikes.
Some great writing and much to fear here.
Barb will be Barb ... I can't ever shut up
I hate it when he is right
150 crucified women? No shit?
I don't deserve a single red flag. Did you tell them that?
Fuck! I am crucified! It hurts.Let me tell you it REALLY hurts!!!!!!!!
Nice art and writing Tree. Love it.
Ted Parry
Governor
Cunning, Good Sir .... Obviously no one had noticed that you had majored in Hydraulics and Fluid Dynamics at UniTex.
Hondoboot2
QUAESTOR PULCHRITUDINIS
Tree, you old sly bastard you, taking care of the judges so Barb won't get any red flags....well done! I was getting a little nervous when I saw them heading her way. I don't think she could handle any red flags.
Channel 2 on the 'RR Video Platinum Video Channel' provides a great view of the proceedings, it even provides some "backstage views" not shown on other networks. I am glad I spent the extra coin to upgrade to the Platinum Channel, but I must say it was not cheap ( that damn greedy little rodent
).Barb sure looks stunning on that cross
A very fine chapter Tree!
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Nice catch of a detail which I will explain in the next post along with what Tree 'discussed' with judges
!Thanks for the comments!
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
Having caught the 'Wrath of Tree' once before for doing a spoiler (don't worry if you can't remember it, Tree, it was several bottles ago) I didn't dare risk viscosity.
Ted, you and I better start running if Tree mentions a Male Olympic Crux.
cute, but you and Ted have noting to fear...
Ted Parry
Governor
Thanks for the reassuring words Boss .... I am only a lowly Assistant Ex ..... I have so much guile and deviousness to learn before I graduate to anywhere near your exalted level .....Cowtow and retreat from your presence ....
150 crux athletes have been crucified and raised. This gives time for Tree to explain a few things along with his argument with the three IOC judges. As astute readers note when Tree drained his cooler’s water into the receptacle and there was a huge plume of water as the cross descended the cross would still bottom out in the socket but, along with Miura and Lancer wearing rubberized Mechanix™ gloves that would grip the smooth slick stipe, the cross hit with far less force than that of the 149 athletes’ crosses. The spray would help cool her legs after her cross-carrying journey. Barb certainly felt incredible pain but was not stunned to the point of unconsciousness. After mere moments (Barb would argue the word ‘mere’ but she always does) she was able to start to control her breathing. The first minutes are critical and though Tree doubts Barb appreciates the effort but it would easily give her an hour advantage over the athletes.
The judges wanted to penalize Barb for having ‘foreign substance in the receptacle’ to prevent her cross from in the receptacle but Tree was able show them while the water may have ‘impeded’ the cross’ descent the cross it certainly did not prevent the cross’ descent! They tried to argue that rules prohibited suction devises to slow the cross’ descent was illegal but Tree showed them the gloves Miura and Lance wore and demanded to know how convex rubber nubs could possibly create suction. Tree might be a crappy criminal attorney but he does know business law and he was on the rules committee!
Many will think (Barb included) that will take far too much credit if Barb ‘medals’ or wins the gold but ‘the devil is in the details’! Tree walks up to Barb and says “You did damn good, Barb! The boys tell me they didn’t have to whip you once and you never fell! I am proud of you!”
“Like I give a shit if you are proud or not; why are you drinking that cold crap when I can’t have any water for hours?”
“Um… I didn’t sign up to be crucified, Barb” Tree replies.
Notice the two clocks that Barb could see are covered with black bunting. Barb asks “Do I look OK, Tree?”
“You look marvelous” Tree replies…
Tree
The judges wanted to penalize Barb for having ‘foreign substance in the receptacle’ to prevent her cross from in the receptacle but Tree was able show them while the water may have ‘impeded’ the cross’ descent the cross it certainly did not prevent the cross’ descent! They tried to argue that rules prohibited suction devises to slow the cross’ descent was illegal but Tree showed them the gloves Miura and Lance wore and demanded to know how convex rubber nubs could possibly create suction. Tree might be a crappy criminal attorney but he does know business law and he was on the rules committee!
Many will think (Barb included) that will take far too much credit if Barb ‘medals’ or wins the gold but ‘the devil is in the details’! Tree walks up to Barb and says “You did damn good, Barb! The boys tell me they didn’t have to whip you once and you never fell! I am proud of you!”
“Like I give a shit if you are proud or not; why are you drinking that cold crap when I can’t have any water for hours?”
“Um… I didn’t sign up to be crucified, Barb” Tree replies.
Notice the two clocks that Barb could see are covered with black bunting. Barb asks “Do I look OK, Tree?”
“You look marvelous” Tree replies…
Tree
Wow! Look at all those white Roman arches ... just like the Rose Bowl ... only it's the Crux Bowl. Nice art Tree! Nice that you took some time in this episode to explain that water in the socket trick. It actually wasn't that bad, just like you said. But don't let your McGyver tricks go to your head, big boy. Just remember, who is doing the suffering here. Let's not minimize my heroic role in winning this medal.
I do look good on those plasma scoreboards, though, don't I? True Olympic form, wouldn't you say. I bet Nike and Addidas and all those other sport clothing companies hate this event. How can you make money when all the athletes are nude?
Now I am thirsty from talking too much ... sneak me a nip of that stuff you are drinking, would ya? I am sure the judges won't notice.