Los Ojos de Wayne McGurk/The Eyes Of Wayne McGurk

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Los Ojos de Wayne McGurk

Wayne left his eyes closed as the sun pierced by; shades of brightness ripping through the sparkled darkness… It stung. It surprised Wayne for a moment there; the darkness he saw wasn’t completely black. Despite the vast stretch of darkness before him, speckles of dim, but rather bright lights flickered around him.

Fuck, now he felt alone, and blind.

Wayne opened his eyes; breathing deeply, he looked towards the sun. The weather in his spot in the world had been on and off. He was in that kind of place that was often advertised with white, sandy beaches; blue, pristine water, and never ending sun. All he got in his two days here was rain, with a little sun passing through every now and again, only to be covered again by rain.

Wayne reached for the Camel’s, lit a stick, stuck it between his lips, lit it, and had a puff.

Now, I am alive.

It took Wayne twenty minutes to get up. He was already awake for about a half hour before then, he just laid in bed; awake, with his eyes closed.

Wayne took his time getting up, the pain in his back hurting him again; fuck, it was never going to leave. He rolled himself to the edge of the bed, sat up, and rubbed the wax off his eyes. He got up, took a leak, and here he was now at the edge of a thousand dollar a night room; fuck, its more than what he makes for a match, sometimes.

Vanessa had left the window open to let the sun shine through. Wayne tipped the ashes of the cigarette on the sand, as he stepped barefoot into the beach.

Hey.

Wayne smiled at the sound of her voice. Even until now, he felt that warmth inside him; it just feels nice.

Hey

Wayne turned her way, as she sat at the edge of the bed with her legs crossed and her elbows pinned upon the mattress.

How was breakfast?
He was walking her way now.

I didn’t eat breakfast.

Why not?

I wasn’t in the mood.
Vanessa unbuttoning her blouse now.

What’d you do then?

Nothing.

You went outside to do nothing?

I walked around a bit.

Vanessa rose off the bed; rocking her shoulders gently as she slipped off her blouse.

What you doin’ now?

Vanessa smiled at him as she reached her arms around her back.

What does it look like I’m doing?

Standing there, smiling, Vanessa slipped off her bra; Wayne felt himself grow hard.

I could conjure a thousand things.

Hey, that’s my line…

Vanessa turned away and walked, slowly to the bathroom.

Wayne flicked the cigarette off his hands, exhaled a little smoke, pressed his hand against his lips and blew Vanessa a kiss.

Something’s will just never change, I like that. And whether I may or may not, something’s do change, it happens. Now, with what I’ve given off myself in the past to the WFWF and my own selfish career, I’m still hurting. And with every step I take into the ring, I see the doors to my in-ring career closing slowly before me. And I feel nothing but selfishness and anger, at myself, when I see guys who deserve what I have, and maybe even more, night after night, put their careers and their lives on the line for my financial benefit.

On a thought, it doesn’t even seem worth it. On another, it’s that sacrifice we all need to further better ourselves. Now personally, I understand both thoughts. Here I was, one year ago, busting my ass to put food on our table and to get to where I am now, but when it was all set in stone, I started to hurt. I just could not keep up with the demands of my career anymore, and I hurt for a long time. I’d hurt myself when I would fight, and for what?

I don’t spend my money, I was pretty well off; I mean, I certainly didn’t need to wrestle, but I did. And why I did continues to remain a mystery. Was it love for our sport? Perhaps, I never saw myself quitting, let alone taking a time off. Although I have considered it. Or maybe it’s the sadistic rush I get from physically punishing my opponent… I’ll never know.

So, I took things as they came and decided not to push myself. I reckoned I’m comfortable at where I am. Who would have thought that I would do this, run the WFWF? My whole reason for being here, in this small paradise, is purely for business affairs; tv rights, merchandise, licensing, and the like.

I’m not just a fucking wrestler, I’m a fucking businessman.

I’m going to take my time now, because I have all the time in the world.

Stepping back into the room, Wayne heard the feint sound of the shower. Wayne walked towards the bathroom, and from the stained-glass doors that divided them, Wayne saw Vanessa clearly.

Man hadn’t bathed yet…

Wayne opened the doors to the bathroom and stepped inside.

***

Wayne…

Yeah?

Tell me everything’ll be alright.

Everything will be alright.

You promise?

I promise.

I promise too.

Wayne knelt before Vanessa; Vanessa sitting on a bench before him, ring gear on, legs spread- Wayne in the space between her legs. Wayne held his forehead against Vanessa’s, and in that moment, he closed his eyes; taking in every breath she took and every word she said.

The sound Melissa Auf Der Maur’s “Followed The Waves”, Vanessa’s entrance song, echoed to where they were; the corridors of a hole in the wall recreation hall that housed a thousand, probably even less.

That’s you.

Not for another forty seconds or so.

So, that’s how long I’m going to have you, eh?

It’s a little under thirty now.

Wayne opened his eyes, leaned forward, and kissed her. Vanessa pressed her lips in turn and slowly parted them; letting Wayne in. Their heads rocked as they searched for the perfect fit.

Slowly, Vanessa pulled away and dropped her head against Wayne’s.

That’s me.

Not ‘til after fifteen, twenty minutes.

I can’t hardly wait.
She murmured, softly.

Neither can I.

Wayne,

Yeah?

Why are we this way?

I reckon that its on account of who we are. What do you think?

I think so too.

Wayne kissed her once more.

Vanessa stood, and slowly, she drifted down the corridor; Wayne slowly letting go of her hand.

Hey.

Yeah?

Everything’s going to be alright.

Vanessa stopped before the curtain, turned to Wayne, pressed her lips on her palm and blew him a kiss.

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Man didn’t need to go there; could’ve just left it alone. But no, Wayne wanted this.

It happened fast; Wayne watched it all from behind the curtain- it was all right before his reach. Eleanor walked away from her match with Vanessa, Deville came down, said shit to Vanessa, and told everyone off; Wayne just wanted to shut him up, and look like a hero as he did it.

Vanessa didn’t even say a word when she returned to the back; that pissed look on her face said it all. So, Wayne marched out there, and Deville just set him off even more; told him shit about Vanessa and Frank, and he just had this look on his face. The kind of look that said, “you can do anything you want, because it won’t matter shit, because I own the world, and the world just bought you; smile motherfucker, you’re mine.”... The bastard.

The blonde bastard.

The blonde spiky haired bastard.

Coming in through the curtain, Wayne yanked the kid they had running around with the digicam, recording the event; a glorified fancam. Walking down the corridor, Wayne held him by the collar of his shirt.

Do you want to make an extra fifty bucks?

Do I have much of a choice?
Now the kid was giving him attitude; getting smart with him.

You want the fifty bucks or not?

I’ll take it.

Wayne pushed the backdoor open.

What do I have to do?

Wayne pushed the kid outside.

Just start shooting.

*
Wayne McGurk closed his eyes as he took the lit cigarette into his mouth. He seemed calmer now, but as far as Jason was concerned, McGurk was probably still pissed.

Wayne paced back and fourth down the alley; Jason followed him, trying to keep his perfect shot in frame.

Wayne blew away a cloud of smoke as he ditched the cigarette into the filthy street; Jason trying to capture it all, going along with Wayne McGurk’s motions, going along with what he could have sworn was instinct.

Pierce Deville,
McGurk began.
Who are you, where did you come from, and why, oh why, are you so good? What is it about you that causes you to be such an enigma? Is it all the subliminal messages you’ve conjured so openly? Who are you? For all I know, you’re just a wrestler, just like me, just like everybody else. But what in God’s great name is it about you that makes just so damn good?

Jason slowly drew a close up; trying to catch the driblets of spit that spewed out of his mouth.

Is it the lengths you push yourself to victory; what, Pierce Deville is it about you?

Jason drew the focus away and settled at a tight shot, capturing Wayne from the waist up.

Pierce Deville, what is it about you that makes me reckon a loss?

I asked myself these question, and what I got was nothing. Until I realized that nothing was my answer all along. Granted I have never faced you before, but I know where you’re strength lies, and I know I have a chance, because I just happen to be real fucking good, and I do believe that I have just deciphered the mystery that is Pierce Deville. The reason no one has beaten you is because no one ever tried, they were all convinced that you were just going to reign over them, which of course you did, but they had it coming, because even before they stood foot before you they already accepted their surrender and defeat.

Jason slowly drew the camera back to a close up; if instinct was telling him anything, it was that this was just going to get better.

The reason what makes Pierce Deville the man he is, isn’t on account of skill, it’s on account of hype. I’ve watched you grow these past months into the wrestling superstar you have become, and although I’ve chosen to stay out of general sight, I know you. I know you’re every move, and I do believe that I know how to hurt you, because in the eyes of Wayne McGurk there is nothing to Pierce Deville.

Jason got in tight on Wayne’s face; the man sweating now.

But more importantly, I want to beat you. And hold my name in glory as the man who beat Pierce Deville and sent him to his physical limits. As to where Reverend Shadow was my challenge one year ago, on Loaded I face the next challenge in my life, when I step in the ring and battle Pierce Deville.

Wayne McGurk isn’t like the others, he isn’t even in the same league as the rest. I, Wayne McGurk, am a league of my own. I hold pride in knowing that at one moment in time, I was the best in the world. And slowly, I will see that it returns to fruition.

If I don’t beat you, I will have satisfaction in knowing I’ve hurt you; caused you pain. And I will draw even more satisfaction in knowing that I will have caused you to doubt the man you think you are.

Goodnight, Pierce Deville.

Slowly, Jason drew away from the close up, and stepped back; he was getting a closing-slash-fade out shot now.

So, that’s it?

It is now.

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This is my RP, one of my best and favorites of this year.

The RP references the Vanessa HS RP, Vanessa's Valentine and the Axis House Show.

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This is the kind of RP everyone who wants to flashback should read . . . because it's done in a tasteful manner. There's a lot to be said when a writer doesn't blatantly come out with things . . . but writes well enough that the reader eventually pieces the puzzle together.

Great job, Mike.

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You never fail me man, I walked in looking for a great read and walk out satisfied. Great Job as usual..loved it.

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