Wayne McGurk FDS RP: Down In The Valley

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Wayne McGurk Felo-de-se RP: Down In The Valley

Being where he was, with what he had, Wayne McGurk could listen to whatever he wanted; every song he could ever want was right at his finger tips. Though he listened to it, he never really cared for it. He was more content listening to something on the radio, instead of pining for a chance to be a rockstar; , that’s why they’re there. Give them all the drugs, alcohol, and sex they could ever want, and leave him with everyone else, scarping thirteen-ninety nine for an album, with only once song that’s worth the money. Or these days, one song to an entire album for absolutely nothing.

Wayne McGurk don’t trust technology.

On his balcony he sat, looking over what was the bust streets of Tijuana, Mexico; tonight, it was nothing more than a sea of parked cards, unlit neon signs, and street lights, a couple of them dead every few feet; all this over wet pavement. The night still smelled like rain. Wayne set the radio next to him, strolling back and forth in an old rocking chair, with a bottle of Corona in one hand, and a hand rolled cigarillo in the other. Wayne brought the cigarillo close to his lips and puffed; at least he didn’t smell like a damn chimney. The radio played softly, to a song he didn’t like; kept the volume on low, as Vanessa and Scarlett slept in the room behind him.

Wayne turned left on the dial; he wanted something else; one Bon Jovi song was enough for him- “Bed Of Roses”, it was all they ing played here. Wayne shuffled throught the stations, and stopped at something familiar. Wayne slowly brought the dial to the left and caught static, Wayne drew it down to the right and found it; clean and clear. It was rocking, but it was also groovy; the kind of song, you could lean back, drink a beer, and hold a smoke to. He liked it. And he knew what it was. The Cardigan’s “Erase & Rewind”; Vanessa likes song, and he could tell why.

Why took another puff of the cigarillo; the aromatic taste of the leaves and the tobacco flowing through him. Wayne looked up at the night sky, at the few specs of light shining over him; it was nice. Wayne closed his eyes.

Sometimes, I wish I could just wish away what I have of a career. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, I’m thankful to have it, but sometimes I wish I could just fly away, and just watch it, but still be part of it; though, not completely. The truth is, I haven’t lived though a God honest day in a long time… a long time. Several months ago and a few, I was physically taken to my limit. As soon as one match ended, another one began. It was no one’s fault, I was well-booked, for the first time in my life, people wanted to see me; really see me. And for that, I gave what I had of myself to the fans and to this company, and tonight I suffer hard for it.

When I beat Obo and Calvin Lee one year ago, I didn’t expect that just a mere year later, I would be crawling from one ring to the next, and with that have my life turned around into a heaping mosh pit; available for the whole wide world, to crawl and defecate and in. I’m tired. I really am, and I’m drawing myself to the point where I just don’t want to get up. I reckon if I lay long enough, people would just leave me alone. Staying down is a very tempting thought; it’s an offer I’m close to taking.

But I’m trying, very hard to stand. Because it’s not always easy when the whole world won’t let, by fault of its own, and all you want to do is stay where you are.

CBT, you hate me; in plain general. Even before you struck me, I had already gotten the picture…

You ing sucked me dry to when you were in charge. All this and what I’ve become is a direct account of you’re mishandling of the talent. Whatever we gave of ourselves wasn’t enough, because as soon as match ended, a new one began. And you took me, and you booked me every chance you had, and for that, you took me to the point where I had to beg for a day off. You knew how much I gave of myself to this company, for that, you took your right and you abused me. I mean , all the energy I had at the time was spent in the ring. When I was at home, spending time with my wife and my kid, I was usually in bed or in the sofa with relief patches scattered across my body.

I’m still like that. I never set myself aside to heal from my wounds. And you did that. I remember that night in Philly; I didn’t give you my all, because I didn’t have the chance. I was so tired of being at my best that I just surrendered; I didn’t even fight back when you broke me through the chair.

We were cordial when you still ran things; that ends now. So quit looking back at then, and look at now. I may not be at my best, but I know I have enough to hurt you. You’re not what I’m after, so I couldn’t really care if I win or lose. But you can help me, just like this song, and for twenty minutes, help me erase the past several weeks, and rewind to back to Forever Unscarred.

EBR, what can I say, this was inevitable. The only problem is that I won’t be taking anything away from you. What we have is an empty page, I’ve already written my history with ThaCBT and Obo; and with that, it will beset again tomorrow. There’s no feud, there’s no hate, there’s no nothing. Tomorrow will bring about the first of anything, between you and I.

Tomorrow always brings one thing.

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Wayne waited for “Erase & Rewind” to end before coming back inside. Wayne lay bare beneath covers, his arms entangled in Vanessa’s; eyes above, staring at the cracks up on his ceiling, watching the shards of low light from the outside shine inside, as his ears listened close on the silent hum coming from the air-conditioner. Wayne took his sight away and drew his eyes down at Vanessa’s; green eyes open and awake.

Hey…

Hey…

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You’re up...

I can’t sleep… How can I?

Wayne didn’t need to know why; he already knew.

Let me ask, could you open your heart to someone that’s neither yours nor mine, but of our enemy?

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