Post by veronicaaaahhhh on Sept 27, 2007 9:41:11 GMT -5
Halah
Vanessa ran her fingers through Wayne’s chin; stubble sharp beneath her soft palm. From where she was, there was nowhere else she could be, really. Lying there, bare against his, cradled beneath his arms, Vanessa closed her eyes and kept her head on his chest; a hundred years could pass her by and it wouldn’t really matter. Vanessa turned over to her side and crept her leg up his thigh as she opened her eyes; veering her gaze upwards; his eyes were closed, breath running past her nape.
Vanessa couldn’t really sleep. First time in like a year; tossing and turning, letting go of Wayne, then wrapping his arm around her; again and again- throughout the entire night. Remembered back to what was now a year ago; the time Obo took her, and how Wayne searched for her, fought for her, until he finally had her back.
The sun slowly conjured upon the night sky; it was beautiful the way it was- massive yellow glow ripping through the darkness. Always that one pivotal spot, in the middle, where all the colors collide, and all that stands is this mesh of gold, purple, and fuchsia laid spread across the sky.
Vanessa remembered that night Wayne came crashing into the damp apartment; melted when he took her in his arms- made her whet. She came home with Wayne’s shirt draped over her. She came home and went straight to where Scarlet slept and kissed her, softly; had she not been fast asleep, she would have thrown her arms around her. Vanessa drew herself a bath and let the memory of torture wash away; soaped herself twice just to rid it all away. She later told Wayne than night everything that happened; he asked, for it was probably one of those things he didn’t want to know, but had to. Hadn’t thought about that night until tonight, today; whatever it was.
There were times when the thought of it came, but it left as quick as it had came. Here’s the bottom line, she had thought: it happened, it happened. There was nothing I could do then, and there’s nothing I could do about it now. Just accept it for what it is: a tragedy.
Vanessa rolled herself off Wayne and sat on the edge of the bed; didn’t need to turn on the lights, daylight practically covered the entire room. Vanessa stood and motioned to the ottoman where Wayne’s clothes lay. Vanessa took his flannel shirt and took a pack of Camel’s from his breast pocket; always kept them there. Vanessa tipped the underside of the pack with her fingers and pulled a stick out, and drew the pack back to Wayne’s shirt; he’s had the same pack of twelve for over two days now, and the pack was only half full.
Dedication? Perhaps.
Vanessa slipped on the grey flannel shirt as she kept the stick between her index and middle finger, as her freehand dug into Wayne’s jeans and withdrew his lighter. Vanessa walked to the edge of the room, opened the balcony door, and walked out.
Vanessa stood on the balcony overlooking Tijuana, and lit the cigarette; her first, in like a year. Vanessa leaned against the metal-frame railings and brought the cigarette to her lips and took a puff; feeling the smoke inside her, she coughed. Vanessa veered her head forward and looked down at the empty street. Jesus, it was like Survival Of The Fittest and looking at Wayne laying broken twenty feet beneath her; watching Obo throw him down the scaffold made her feel the way he did when he took her: helpless.
Looking at the whole thing now, she wasn’t completely hopeless. She could have pushed Obo down and it would have bought Wayne the time he needed; damned she didn’t. She just froze when Obo turned to her…
Damn…
She murmured, quietly.
Her heart-beat stopped, for a moment there; the way it did when Obo turned to her. It was that startling feeling; like she was next. Vanessa’s hand quivered; cigarette ashes tipping over the railing. Vanessa placed the cigarette on the railing and pressed her hands firm onto the ledge. Vanessa closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Vanessa reached for the cigarette but couldn’t feel it. Vanessa opened her eyes to find the cigarette gone; no longer there, on the railing. Vanessa lurched forward and looked down at the street; a whiff of her hair blocking her view. Vanessa pulled her curl back and tucked it behind her ear and continued to veer down.
Hey…
She knew who it was; who else could it be? And it still startled her.
Fancy seeing you up this early.
Vanessa turned to Wayne, he stood there in nothing but his jeans; smoking her cigarette.
Well, I woke up, around fifteen minutes ago. Tried closing my eyes to sleep, but nothing; figured what the hell, I’m up now.
So, you didn’t wake up on account on me leaving?
Any bed’s too big without you.
There he was quoting the Police again.
But then again, I’m not used to sleeping alone; anymore.
Hey let me ask. Do you think you could have won the match, after the fall?
After the fall?
He took a moment to think about it.
Probably not.
How so?
To tell you the truth, I knew I wasn’t going to win; I couldn’t.
Vanessa stayed silent; like she was asking “Why?” without saying it aloud.
Wayne nodded; probably got it.
The thing is I’ve been hurting; there are wounds I’ve had for a year that have yet to heal completely. Now doing what we do, it’s a given.
Wayne sighed and took a long puff off the cigarette.
It’s just that I’ve realized that the more I push myself, the more likely I fail. And I’m tired.
So, what’ll you do now?
I’m going to settle for what I have, and stay content.
Vanessa spread her arms across the railing and smile at him; Wayne taking another puff from the cigarette.
I can’t carry a title on my own, I know that now. But I can still put up a fight, you know.
Wayne blew out a cloud of smoke and flicked the cigarette over the railing. Wayne drew himself towards Vanessa and held her by the hips. Wayne held her there and cupped her hand in his and began to sway.
One last thing.
Shoot.
Taking that fall, how was it like?
Scary, although it wasn’t as bad as I had imagined. As for the landing, it was like this dull pain, sharp and cold; running up my leg. I remember there was a second there, when I landed. My God, I thought, I’m still alive- then Obo landed on me.
Vanessa laughed; couldn’t help it really, he was being sarcastic. Wayne smiled at her, his gaze directly against hers; eye to eye now. It was scary in that good way, even after so long. Wayne leaned in, and they kissed.
So, how are we dancing; right now?
I’m just in the moon, I reckon.
Don’t we need music?
No.
You know, behind the façade before me stands a very romantic guy.
I didn’t know… Why?
You tell me.
I don’t know.
You know, I don’t want to know; but I conjure that it’s on account of me.
Could be.
Peut-être, peut-être, M. McGurk
***
How does this sound… First time ever,
Wayne deepened his voice.
On the final Felo-De-Se, the team of Wayne McGurk and Yukio Blaze, two men who hold the future of the WFWF on their hands, against the team of ThaCBT and Reverend Shadow; the WFWF’S Higher Authority. First time ever tag team contest. Witness, as former rivals join forces, for one night only, as they go head to head with the Higher Authority that reigned over the WFWF for eight months!
Sounds like a commercial.
It is, I was thinking we air the announcement tomorrow night on the pay-per-view. I could just see it now, airing on the wide-screen before I face Obo; to kinda give the fans a taste of what’s to come.
You’re exited about this.
I am. Look, whatever happens tomorrow night, whether I win or I lose, I want you to know that we are going to be fine. We don’t have to worry about a thing.
We’ve never had to.
I know. I’m here and I’m the man in charge;
pure rules.
it.
Vanessa laughed.
That ought to be the match’s stipulations.
Pure Rules… Sounds like fun.
Vanessa ran her fingers through Wayne’s chin; stubble sharp beneath her soft palm. From where she was, there was nowhere else she could be, really. Lying there, bare against his, cradled beneath his arms, Vanessa closed her eyes and kept her head on his chest; a hundred years could pass her by and it wouldn’t really matter. Vanessa turned over to her side and crept her leg up his thigh as she opened her eyes; veering her gaze upwards; his eyes were closed, breath running past her nape.
Vanessa couldn’t really sleep. First time in like a year; tossing and turning, letting go of Wayne, then wrapping his arm around her; again and again- throughout the entire night. Remembered back to what was now a year ago; the time Obo took her, and how Wayne searched for her, fought for her, until he finally had her back.
The sun slowly conjured upon the night sky; it was beautiful the way it was- massive yellow glow ripping through the darkness. Always that one pivotal spot, in the middle, where all the colors collide, and all that stands is this mesh of gold, purple, and fuchsia laid spread across the sky.
Vanessa remembered that night Wayne came crashing into the damp apartment; melted when he took her in his arms- made her whet. She came home with Wayne’s shirt draped over her. She came home and went straight to where Scarlet slept and kissed her, softly; had she not been fast asleep, she would have thrown her arms around her. Vanessa drew herself a bath and let the memory of torture wash away; soaped herself twice just to rid it all away. She later told Wayne than night everything that happened; he asked, for it was probably one of those things he didn’t want to know, but had to. Hadn’t thought about that night until tonight, today; whatever it was.
There were times when the thought of it came, but it left as quick as it had came. Here’s the bottom line, she had thought: it happened, it happened. There was nothing I could do then, and there’s nothing I could do about it now. Just accept it for what it is: a tragedy.
Vanessa rolled herself off Wayne and sat on the edge of the bed; didn’t need to turn on the lights, daylight practically covered the entire room. Vanessa stood and motioned to the ottoman where Wayne’s clothes lay. Vanessa took his flannel shirt and took a pack of Camel’s from his breast pocket; always kept them there. Vanessa tipped the underside of the pack with her fingers and pulled a stick out, and drew the pack back to Wayne’s shirt; he’s had the same pack of twelve for over two days now, and the pack was only half full.
Dedication? Perhaps.
Vanessa slipped on the grey flannel shirt as she kept the stick between her index and middle finger, as her freehand dug into Wayne’s jeans and withdrew his lighter. Vanessa walked to the edge of the room, opened the balcony door, and walked out.
Vanessa stood on the balcony overlooking Tijuana, and lit the cigarette; her first, in like a year. Vanessa leaned against the metal-frame railings and brought the cigarette to her lips and took a puff; feeling the smoke inside her, she coughed. Vanessa veered her head forward and looked down at the empty street. Jesus, it was like Survival Of The Fittest and looking at Wayne laying broken twenty feet beneath her; watching Obo throw him down the scaffold made her feel the way he did when he took her: helpless.
Looking at the whole thing now, she wasn’t completely hopeless. She could have pushed Obo down and it would have bought Wayne the time he needed; damned she didn’t. She just froze when Obo turned to her…
Damn…
She murmured, quietly.
Her heart-beat stopped, for a moment there; the way it did when Obo turned to her. It was that startling feeling; like she was next. Vanessa’s hand quivered; cigarette ashes tipping over the railing. Vanessa placed the cigarette on the railing and pressed her hands firm onto the ledge. Vanessa closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Vanessa reached for the cigarette but couldn’t feel it. Vanessa opened her eyes to find the cigarette gone; no longer there, on the railing. Vanessa lurched forward and looked down at the street; a whiff of her hair blocking her view. Vanessa pulled her curl back and tucked it behind her ear and continued to veer down.
Hey…
She knew who it was; who else could it be? And it still startled her.
Fancy seeing you up this early.
Vanessa turned to Wayne, he stood there in nothing but his jeans; smoking her cigarette.
Well, I woke up, around fifteen minutes ago. Tried closing my eyes to sleep, but nothing; figured what the hell, I’m up now.
So, you didn’t wake up on account on me leaving?
Any bed’s too big without you.
There he was quoting the Police again.
But then again, I’m not used to sleeping alone; anymore.
Hey let me ask. Do you think you could have won the match, after the fall?
After the fall?
He took a moment to think about it.
Probably not.
How so?
To tell you the truth, I knew I wasn’t going to win; I couldn’t.
Vanessa stayed silent; like she was asking “Why?” without saying it aloud.
Wayne nodded; probably got it.
The thing is I’ve been hurting; there are wounds I’ve had for a year that have yet to heal completely. Now doing what we do, it’s a given.
Wayne sighed and took a long puff off the cigarette.
It’s just that I’ve realized that the more I push myself, the more likely I fail. And I’m tired.
So, what’ll you do now?
I’m going to settle for what I have, and stay content.
Vanessa spread her arms across the railing and smile at him; Wayne taking another puff from the cigarette.
I can’t carry a title on my own, I know that now. But I can still put up a fight, you know.
Wayne blew out a cloud of smoke and flicked the cigarette over the railing. Wayne drew himself towards Vanessa and held her by the hips. Wayne held her there and cupped her hand in his and began to sway.
One last thing.
Shoot.
Taking that fall, how was it like?
Scary, although it wasn’t as bad as I had imagined. As for the landing, it was like this dull pain, sharp and cold; running up my leg. I remember there was a second there, when I landed. My God, I thought, I’m still alive- then Obo landed on me.
Vanessa laughed; couldn’t help it really, he was being sarcastic. Wayne smiled at her, his gaze directly against hers; eye to eye now. It was scary in that good way, even after so long. Wayne leaned in, and they kissed.
So, how are we dancing; right now?
I’m just in the moon, I reckon.
Don’t we need music?
No.
You know, behind the façade before me stands a very romantic guy.
I didn’t know… Why?
You tell me.
I don’t know.
You know, I don’t want to know; but I conjure that it’s on account of me.
Could be.
Peut-être, peut-être, M. McGurk
***
How does this sound… First time ever,
Wayne deepened his voice.
On the final Felo-De-Se, the team of Wayne McGurk and Yukio Blaze, two men who hold the future of the WFWF on their hands, against the team of ThaCBT and Reverend Shadow; the WFWF’S Higher Authority. First time ever tag team contest. Witness, as former rivals join forces, for one night only, as they go head to head with the Higher Authority that reigned over the WFWF for eight months!
Sounds like a commercial.
It is, I was thinking we air the announcement tomorrow night on the pay-per-view. I could just see it now, airing on the wide-screen before I face Obo; to kinda give the fans a taste of what’s to come.
You’re exited about this.
I am. Look, whatever happens tomorrow night, whether I win or I lose, I want you to know that we are going to be fine. We don’t have to worry about a thing.
We’ve never had to.
I know. I’m here and I’m the man in charge;
pure rules. it.Vanessa laughed.
That ought to be the match’s stipulations.
Pure Rules… Sounds like fun.
