Post by veronicaaaahhhh on Feb 16, 2008 13:22:01 GMT -5
Wayne McGurk SuperBrawl V RP:
Two Years Too Long.
Somewhere behind, somewhere along the way, Wayne left the Harley where it was; he reckoned, then, that he wasn't going to see it again, for awhile at least. By leaving the Harley where it was, Wayne closed the door to a life he had led and held onto for long. Overtime, he gave away almost everything he had that reminded him of that life, everything except for two things: the Harley and his leather Jacket. The Jacket he needed;
, it cost him a lot, it was practical and he reckoned he'd be a fucing fool for ditching a jacket at this time of the year.
The Harley on the other hand, Wayne reckoned he had held on to it for too long. It was practical when he first bought it; his loyal steed had been with him though so much- blood, tears, glory, and women. The man didn't have the heart to let her go, but then again he reckoned he didn't need her anymore. The life he once lived through, driving all over the country, sometimes out; going from show to show; living through one life to a new one- the life was gone. As of today, far as Wayne McGurk was concerned, he held onto that life at least two years too long; just like the his life in the WFWF. He held onto it, even though he didn't need it, and damn, the man still doesn't know why.
Wayne drove that thing, one more time. Drove it down to Tempe, where his mother was, and he left it there. He just needed one last leg with her; it was nothing special really, he just drove. When he was tired he crashed at the first motel he saw. When he was lonely he called Vanessa, spoke to Scarlett first, then spoke to Vanessa and exchanged all the sweet little nothings he would if he was there.
When he got to Tempe, he had dinner with his mother, left the Harley with the Sandoval's, took a cab to the nearest airport, flew straight to Detroit, rented a car, a 99' Ford Expedition, and , with everything he needed for his new life but two, he drove into Canada, and did the same things he did when he drove to Tempe, and in a couple days, he was in Montreal, picked up Vanessa and Scarlett, had dinner with the Gillespie's, and together with the two he wanted most, he left Montreal, did what needed to be done in Detroit and began his new life.
Hmm... His new life began to look like his old one, but damn it felt different. It felt good.
<***>
I was here too long, I was here one year and eleven months longer than I should have been. I came back two years ago for one thing, and one thing only, and that was to prove myself with one match, just one match, win, and then walk away. It wasn't for the money, I just had to know that I could really do it.
Not too long ago, when I first came here I was shit; that was no more than three years ago. I barely hung on to my spot in the roster, and no matter what I did and how hard I fought, I couldn't even pick myself up a decent win. I had no title shots, no one telling me I was good, except for maybe Vanessa, and no fu[/u[cking chance of ever bettering myself, because nobody cared. I sucked, and that was all there was too it.
Then, when I came back on March, I beat Chris Avalon and Reverend Shadow, and it felt good, it felt damn good. I walked to the back, knowing that I did my job and I walked away with nothing else but new found respect. I proved to this company and to this sport that I was worth a damn. And that was all I really wanted; no money, no title.
I leave tonight with a heavy heart, but I leave satisfied knowing that I pushed myself to the occasion, and while this SuperBrawl was nowhere near spectacular for me than my first, I did what was needed of me.
In the two years that I've been here, I bared to you all everything that I had. So tonight, I close this curtain and I tare down my stage.
To everyone who'd ever supported me, I thank you.
Two Years Too Long.
Somewhere behind, somewhere along the way, Wayne left the Harley where it was; he reckoned, then, that he wasn't going to see it again, for awhile at least. By leaving the Harley where it was, Wayne closed the door to a life he had led and held onto for long. Overtime, he gave away almost everything he had that reminded him of that life, everything except for two things: the Harley and his leather Jacket. The Jacket he needed;
, it cost him a lot, it was practical and he reckoned he'd be a fucing fool for ditching a jacket at this time of the year. The Harley on the other hand, Wayne reckoned he had held on to it for too long. It was practical when he first bought it; his loyal steed had been with him though so much- blood, tears, glory, and women. The man didn't have the heart to let her go, but then again he reckoned he didn't need her anymore. The life he once lived through, driving all over the country, sometimes out; going from show to show; living through one life to a new one- the life was gone. As of today, far as Wayne McGurk was concerned, he held onto that life at least two years too long; just like the his life in the WFWF. He held onto it, even though he didn't need it, and damn, the man still doesn't know why.
Wayne drove that thing, one more time. Drove it down to Tempe, where his mother was, and he left it there. He just needed one last leg with her; it was nothing special really, he just drove. When he was tired he crashed at the first motel he saw. When he was lonely he called Vanessa, spoke to Scarlett first, then spoke to Vanessa and exchanged all the sweet little nothings he would if he was there.
When he got to Tempe, he had dinner with his mother, left the Harley with the Sandoval's, took a cab to the nearest airport, flew straight to Detroit, rented a car, a 99' Ford Expedition, and , with everything he needed for his new life but two, he drove into Canada, and did the same things he did when he drove to Tempe, and in a couple days, he was in Montreal, picked up Vanessa and Scarlett, had dinner with the Gillespie's, and together with the two he wanted most, he left Montreal, did what needed to be done in Detroit and began his new life.
Hmm... His new life began to look like his old one, but damn it felt different. It felt good.
<***>
I was here too long, I was here one year and eleven months longer than I should have been. I came back two years ago for one thing, and one thing only, and that was to prove myself with one match, just one match, win, and then walk away. It wasn't for the money, I just had to know that I could really do it.
Not too long ago, when I first came here I was shit; that was no more than three years ago. I barely hung on to my spot in the roster, and no matter what I did and how hard I fought, I couldn't even pick myself up a decent win. I had no title shots, no one telling me I was good, except for maybe Vanessa, and no fu[/u[cking chance of ever bettering myself, because nobody cared. I sucked, and that was all there was too it.
Then, when I came back on March, I beat Chris Avalon and Reverend Shadow, and it felt good, it felt damn good. I walked to the back, knowing that I did my job and I walked away with nothing else but new found respect. I proved to this company and to this sport that I was worth a damn. And that was all I really wanted; no money, no title.
I leave tonight with a heavy heart, but I leave satisfied knowing that I pushed myself to the occasion, and while this SuperBrawl was nowhere near spectacular for me than my first, I did what was needed of me.
In the two years that I've been here, I bared to you all everything that I had. So tonight, I close this curtain and I tare down my stage.
To everyone who'd ever supported me, I thank you.
