[The "nun" whips off her habit, revealing the battered, bruised K.D. Bacchus beneath. He's still shirtless, dressed in his black tights and wrestling boots. His blond hair is matted with blood, but he's smiling like an idiot. He grabs the priest's hand and shakes it vigorously.]
BACCHUS: Father Bob! Pleasure to meet you! The sisters told me so much about you.
FATHER ROBERT: What is the meaning of this!?
MOTHER SARAH: He was a kind, lost soul we picked up in the chaos of the mob, Father. It was only Christian for us to lend him a helping hand.
FATHER ROBERT: Don't you think it's rather unseemly for a bus full of sisters to be traveling with a... [He looks Bacchus up and down, appraising him.] handsome, sweaty half-naked man?
MOTHER SARAH: But Father, he is the guardian angel I told you about it! He helped protect us more than once as we made our way through the riot. We only dressed him in the habit to sneak him across the border, as he lost his belongings and identification in the chaos.
BACCHUS: Don't worry, Padre, I repaid the sister's Christian charity ten fold, believe me.
[The nuns shuffle their feet. Someone giggles.]
FATHER ROBERT: Son, we do not expect repayment for... wait, what are you talking about?
BACCHUS: Don't judge them too harshly, Bobby. Most of these women haven't been with a man in years, if ever. After being stuck on a bus with such a fine specimen as myself for hours, I'm sure even big J.C. would approve of what happened.
[The nuns look really embarrassed now. One of them hides her face. All of them look down at the ground. Several are praying, but the giggles are now growing louder, too.]
FATHER ROBERT: Are you... are you implying you had relations with the sisters?
BACCHUS: I know you might find it hard to believe, but there are real women under those shapeless dresses. You've probably forgotten what to do with them after all these years, but if you just pretend they're altar boys...
FATHER ROBERT: ALL OF THEM??
BACCHUS: No, no, not quite. Sister Nicola isn't into sausage, but fortunately Sister Eleanor swings both ways, so she took care of her and I just watched.
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K.D. Bacchus is one of my favourite characters, period. He's another classic example of "asshole done good," but he's played the range from villain to hero depending on the situation. No matter what the incarnation though, he's always a self-centered, oblivious, narcissistic drug- and sex-addict. He's over the top and self-destructive, but he has a good side that makes him lovable in a frustrating way.
He's the kinda guy you either want to f*ck or punch in the face.
He can go either way.
The excerpt above if when he snuck aboard a bus full of nuns to escape a riot after a wrestling show. He's had a violent, mortal feud with another wrestler when Bacchus left his dog with the other guy's girlfriend and then the guy gave it to his grandmother to take care of. Bacchus got the dog back but was incensed that it smelled like old lady. He also went through a phase where he was obsessed with bedding Kate Middleton, and may or may not be the father of Prince George.
His issues seem to stem from his family problems. His mother died when he was young and his father kicked him out of the house. He traveled the world learning his trade as a wrestler but eventually returned home penniless, and still his father wouldn't let him back. He lived on the street for awhile until he was picked up by a kindly old man named Pete, who tried to put the wild young man back on the straight and narrow. Bacchus took advantage of his generosity but still came to respect Pete as he was the only father figure he had. That didn't mean he listened to him any better than a real father, but at least Pete was there to bail him out of jail and to keep him from getting himself killed.
Bacchus is very much the inspiration for the Fitz' best friend Dee in my current work in progress. In that version he's not a famous, world traveled superstar but just a lowly wannabe who is really good in the ring but held back by his own bad decisions and zeppelin-sized ego. He's just as much of a screw-up as Fitz if not more so, but the difference is that Fitz recognizes he's a loser while Dee thinks he's the shit. He's an idiot and a jerk but he's so much fun to write.
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