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Fiore The Fabulous Wins World War II
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The finest of Nazi high society poured into the Renaissance Theatre.
Officers, gentlemen, the best people. The small, round theater was
packed to the gills, all for the performance of the life time.
Fiore Fiscella, magician extraordinaire, had traveled all the way from
Italy to showcase his grand illusions, transformations, and escapes. It
was said that Fiscella had studied under every great performer on Earth,
and could use any of their tricks.
The lights of the theatre dimmed as the orchestra began. The timpani
drummed, the horns blared, and the curtain pulled back.
The stage light pulled down on a man, dressed in coattails and a red bow
tie. A bushy mustache distinguished his face, and his chiseled jaw and
wide shoulders made him seem like a weight lifter in a suit then a
magician.
But still, the crowd cheered, and he waved his arms like a conductor in
an orchestra, causing confetti to fall from the ceiling. His voice was
deep and carried over the applause. "Meine Damen und Herren, I like to
thank you all for coming to my humble show tonight." He gestured up at
the secure box at the top of the theatre. "I'd especially like to thank
your wonderful Fuhrer for coming tonight." More clapping, more
cheering.
He held up his hands with flourish, stopping the sound dead. Two stage
hands carried a wardrobe with a solitary moon on it's door onto stage
behind him. "Still, for this audience, it seems this outfit of mine is
simply inappropriate." Without breaking eye contact with the audience,
Fiore stepped backwards against the wardrobe door.
The door spun, taking the man with it. One revolution, the man was
still there. Two revolutions, he was gone.
In his place was a dynamite gal, a ten, a woman who men would beg for
the chance to light a cigarette for. She was dressed near identically
to the man, save for her risque fishnet stockings where the man had worn
dress pants. The men in the audience started whistling as the woman
stepped forward, her well endowed chest pressed proudly out as she bowed
for them.
Fiore the Fabulous's most unique, most incredible hook, was that the
persona was played by two actors. No one had ever figured out how the
pair switched places throughout their act in increasingly strange and
incredible ways, but it always made for a great show.
And thus the show went. Fiore asked an audience member to handcuff her
and mark the handcuffs, step behind a shower curtain, and then when it
was withdrawn he pulled the handcuffs apart like a character in a
Fleischer short. He then would have the audience member examine the
cuffs, proving they were the same ones.
A little into the act another audience participation performance was
needed. Fiore called out into the crowd. "Is there any big strong St?ck
in the audience who would like to help lil ol' me?" she said, her
perfect pink lips forming a perfect "Oh" as she put a white clove to her
chin. Audience hands shot up, the men hooting and hollaring all the
while.
Fiore feigned confusion, mouthing "eeny meeny myny" before smiling
grandly and pointing to a man in the second row. He looked like he had
walked off of a propaganda poster, his uniform as perfectly groomed as
his hair, blonde, naturally.
"And what is your name, der Herr?" Fiore asked as she wrapped an arm
around the man's waist. She was walking him towards a table on the side
of the stage all the while. She felt his hand groping her ass, and her
smile became toothier.
The man's tenor was just as beautiful as his face. "Karl, Fraulien
Fiore."
Fiore looked out to the audience. "Give an applause for Karl,
everybody!" With that, put a hand on the table. The table was covered
in guns of every kind, from pistols to rifles. "Karl, I will be putting
my life into your hands. You will shoot me with this gun." Without
looking, the magician withdrew from the table a tiny derringer with an
ivory handle. "And I shall catch the bullet." The audience laughed as
she handed the peashooter to Karl.
Fake shock covered Fiore's face. "Very well, it seems the audience
doesn't think much of your weapon, Karl." Her face screwed up in
overexaggerated confusion, before snapping her fingers. "I have it."
With that, the magician pulled a wand from her hat, twirled it in her
fingers like a baton, and pointed it at Karl. There was a POP and smoke
obscured the pair of them.
When the smoke cleared, there but a woman in Karl's clothes, an
oversized rifle in her arms held in such a way that could be considered
suggestive. Her face was a mask of shock, her lips were red and her
curly blond hair short, with a devil horn hairband keeping it out of her
eyes. "Introducing, Karlotte!" Fiore gave a hearty grin as the woman
nervously waved, and then conspiritorially spoke with the audience.
"One final adjustment." He waved his wand, and a rip sound was heard
through the whole theater. A saxaphone from the orchestra pit began
playing something jazzy and sexy. The German uniform fell to pieces,
revealing a sparkling red leotard underneath, one that left those
perfect legs on display and nothing to the imagination. The crowd went
wild, whistling and reaching for the woman, who was shyly attempting to
hide behind her rifle.
Soon, Fiore was standing on one end of the stage, while Karlotte was
standing at the other hand, looking ridiculous as she struggled to
properly aim the weapon. The magician struck a pose. "And now, the
Fabulous Fiore shall defy death!" He took a pose.
The lights dimmed. The timpani dramatically pounded. The rifle
sounded. The audience cried out. The magician fell to the floor.
And popped right back up in all her feminine glory. She brandished the
rifle round in her hands like a cigar, taking a false puff of it before
tossing it away. The audience ate it all up, especially when she blew a
kiss into the box.
Stage hands moved a child sized box as Fiore prodded the quite befuddled
Karlotte to take a bow. Her cute, flustered curtsy got quite a few
appreciative whistles from the audience, causing her face to turn a deep
crimson. She also made a slight "eep" as the stage hands lifted her up
and placed her in the box, leaving her head and legs sticking out from
opposite ends as they closed the lid.
"Now, turnabout is fair play." Fiore seemed to pull a saw from nowhere,
causing her volunteer assistant's eyes to reach the approximate size of
saucers. Waving the tool at the audience, Fiore positioned herself
behind the box. "Watch! As we double the fun!" And with that, she
began sawing in exaggerated motions.
When the magician was done sawing, the audience watched as her newly
bisected assistant was moving her head back and forward, confused as
ever. Fiore spun both halves of the box completely around, so that her
victim's head and feet were next to one another. And then she flipped
open both boxes.
The audience "oohed" as Karlotte stepped out of the box of her upper
half, completely unharmed. But they really started clapping as her legs
stepped out to, attached to a whole nother Karlotte. The two identical
blondes looked at each other, the latest in a long line of shocking
swerves in the young ladies evenings. But the crowd was going
absolutely crazy.
Fiore seemed unsatisfied, though. "No, no, no, that'll be confusing."
Walking over to one of the assistants, she produced a satin hankerchief
from her pocket. The audience laughed as the small piece of cloth
unfolded and unfolded until it could cover a table... or a person.
Throwing it over the girl before immediately pulling it off, revealing
her leotard was now white, with a gold halo replacing the horns as the
prop on her head. Fiore threw both hands towards the girl, his gesture
the most dramatic yet. "I present: Karoline!"
Both girls were immediately put to work, assisting Fiore through the
rest of the set. They chained him up to a rotating device on his
instruction, only so she could easily slip out. Then the cylinder was
split into two and placed upright, and both girls found themselves the
ones tied up, as the magician blindfolded herself and placed two tables
with seven knives each on either side.
Karlotte and Karoline both screamed, as did members of the audience, as
each knife got closer and closer without actually cutting them. The
last two pairs of knives cut them free, with both women being released
right side up and landing on their feet.
Finally, just when the show seemed like it couldn't get any wilder, it
was down to the last trick. Fiore stood at the center of the stage,
with an assistant on each side. There were stage lights on all three of
them.
"Meine Damen und Herren!" Fiore intoned. "You have been a wonderful
audience tonight, but alas, time is fleeting. But, I have saved the
best trick for last." Two cheap pocket watches, each with an extended
chain, slid down each of the magician's fingers, until the watches
themselves were down to her knees. "Pay close attention, for I shall
now hypnotize all of you."
She began spinning each watch, faster and faster until both were a blur.
Somehow, neither chain got tangled with the other, even when their arcs
intersected. "Endeavor not to blink."
They never noticed the changes, their eyes so caught up in the
spectacle. The women in the audience at least had an excuse, the
changes for them were relatively minor. The older ones got younger.
The men though, they were truly in for a shock. What had happened to
Karl was happening to each and every one of them, from the youngest
unteroffizier to the Fuhrer himself. A couple fidgeted as uniforms that
once had been tailored to fit no longer did so, a few adjusted their
seating position as the requisite equipment disappeared.
At this point, they couldn't even hear the words that she was saying.
She could have explained to them on how a young Italian magician had
been first tutored by a Jewish man named Erik Weisz, otherwise known as
Harry Houdini, who had changed her life, and they wouldn't have
understood a word. She could explain how she had attempted to pull her
lover from a train, only to be so upset by what she had seen that she
instead derailed the train and flew every person there to Switzerland,
and it wouldn't register.
Soon, the audience was completely filled with women, each and everyone
of them looking like they belonged on the cover an advertisement or on
the nose of a fighter plane. Blondes and Brunettes, the lot of them,
all of them completely engulfed in the magician's hypnosis. They
weren't even aware that they were ripping off their uniforms, revealing
more leotards, one pieces, bikinis, and other feminine wear.
"Hold these, and keep them spinning," Fiore said, handing a watch to
each assistant. Both obeyed, out of fear more then anything else. She
then took off her hat for the first time the performance, and held it
out.
Something unusual began in the front row. The women there began to
float, and shrink, and flatten, until they were nothing but novelty
playing cards, with a pin up decorating every number. The cards then
tucked themselves into Fiore's hat. This continued to happen, row by
row, until all but the VIP box had been divided into stacks of fifty
two. Fiore put her hat back on her head, and then floated her way up to
the second floor.
The Fuhrer did not look as he had in the propaganda reels. For one, SHE
was much younger, with greased black hair being the primary indicator as
to who she had been. Fiore had plans, though. She pulled out her wand.
The hair had to go first. The greasy black turned to the color of
midnight, the strands becoming disheveled as the magic did its work.
Then her face became more hawkish, downtroden, sallow. Already pale
skin went straight to white.
It wasn't a pretty face, but it wasn't meant to be. If the Fuhrer had
brought Hell on earth, then Fiore could justify turning him into Hel.
The man was known for his love of Norse mythology, after all.
Soon, Fiore was admiring her handiwork. Oil painting on canvas, a
photorealistic depiction of Hel in Niflheim. The painting was left to
hang, leaving the theater empty except for the "twins".
Karlotte was the first to speak when Fiore returned to the stage. "Why?"
was all she could stammer out. Karoline nodded in agreement.
Fiore sighed. "If you're wondering why I spared you, it's because of
two factors." She put up one finger. "One, you were planning on
killing him for similar reasons to myself. I know you had a rifle on
the roof for just that purpose." She held up a second. "Two, I sensed
magic in you, real magic I could train and shape to be something
positive for the world."
Karoline fidgeted with her fake halo. "And splitting Karl into two?"
The magician laughed. "That was because I needed two assistants for the
knife trick. It doesn't effect either of your magical potentials, and
it gives the two of you a special link found only with twins. It
shocked you, didn't it?"
The twins pondered this for a second. Finally, Karlotte spoke up. "So
what now?"
Fiore put her arms around both girls. "Now?" She had a full grin.
"Now we hit the town. Grab some drinks, and I'll give both of you your
first lesson in magic. Maybe get some cute guys and have ourselves a
tantric ritual." She reconsidered, looking to the ceiling. "Maybe not
yet. I'll be headed to Japan next, they're more open about that kind of
thing there then our tightlaced European ideals for sex.."
The three woman walked off the stage. How history played out in this
little bubble of reality may never be known, but Fabulous Fiore's
reputation as the little magician that ended a war by making a dictator
disappear became the stuff of legends.
The End.
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