Post by veronicaaaahhhh on Nov 22, 2006 2:16:47 GMT -5
Wayne McGurk Felo-de-se RP: [glow=red,2,300]The Vasco's[/glow]
WAYNE MCGURK HAD a bottle of beer in the Vasco's; San Miguel Light- didn't taste light at all. Wayne had decided not stay in the Manila and chose Subic instead. A port city three and half hours away from Manila. He liked it here, it was quiet. There was little traffic and he had unspoiled security. There was nothing for them in Manila; pollution and waste aside, Manila had virtually the same things they had back home. Aside from Felo-de-se, whatelse did he need there? He liked Subic, it was ghostly. Which was ironic, because everyone who had invested in the area had lost money. It was far from the thriving seaport it was planned to be. Wayne loved it.
Wayne checked into the Vasco's. A small bar right over the water that had also doubled as a two-star hotel. Wayne picked a table right by the water; had a great view of the bay. He took a sip from the San Miguel and watched the sunset. Like a Picaso, the sky was a fusion of fuscha and orange, as the sun glistened gracefully over the water, tiny specs of silver radiated. It almost looked like a dance floor. Wayne conjured the posibility of walking across the water. They had the sound of Eyes Adrift's "Slow Race" playing from a jukebox, the scent of grilled lamb, neon lights, and a relaxed atmosphere- the man was in heaven.
Wayne took his sights off the water and turned across the room, where a T.V. set was placed over the bar. Felo-de-se was on; Pohatu had just beat Obo, Burton-ERB was on next. Burton got screwed. The last time Wayne was in Manila, Hybrid and Code Red were still on and the WFWF was on a three week tape-delay. They were now a few days behind. The WFWF was on primetime down here, so this must've been a replay.
As the waitress brought the calamares over to his table, Wayne thought back to his first run in the WFWF. It amazed him what a difference a year could make; lost almost every match he competed in, he went no where, and Scarlett could barely talk. From where he sat today, Scarlett answers back, Wayne's the only champion on the roster, he's actually one of the top guys of the federation, and God damn it, he's winning matches.
He's good. He admited.
He's the untouchable. He reffused to accept that.
Wayne signaled the waiteress; where was Vanessa?
Yes sir?
Could I please have an ashtray?
Ok, sir.
Thank you.
Wayne looked away from the T.V. set and peered towards the right, across the water, and saw the door to his room. Wayne had a couple calamari's and a cool sip from the San Miguel as Vanessa came out. She was simple today- her buring locks draped over her face, she had that old pair of torn heans on, and covered her chest with a white tank top- Wayne noticed that she probably felt a chill.
The man had to smile.
Vanessa caught his stare and went back into the room. She came back out a minute later with a shawll covering her. Vanessa came his way niw, but took a turn towards the right.
Morgan, up until a week ago, you and I were on parallels. You have tasted the main event spotlight, while I hold the only gold in the WFWF. I have tasted the undeniable glory of having my arms raised over my head as I was presented with the International Championship, knowing I put everything I had on the line, time after time after time. You have the bragging rights for being in the main event. On Odium, over twenty thousand wrestling fans packed the Mattoangin Stadium in Makassar, Singapore, to see you and your sister take on Michael Kyzer. No one cared about my match against Obo; hell, they didn't care to see Yukio Blaze, Kurt Burton, Justin Tyme, MOD, ThaCTB, or ERB. They wanted to see you. They waited until the end of the night to watch you fught. For that moment in time, you had the entire world in your finger tips. We weren't getting that end-of-the-night bonus, unless you preformed well. And on Felo-de-se, you will have the spotlight shining over your head once more, but you're going to have to share it with me.
I am not a boastful man, I do think of myself as humble and honest man. So right now, Wayne McGurk is going to speak from the heart. I will relinquish all qualms over what I say. But just for once, I want that spotlight. I'm exited. To quote Paul Westerberg and The Replacements, "I Can't Hardly Wait!". It's been granted, and it's mine for the taking. The marque on the Dr. Jose Rizal/Ninoy Aquino Stadium reads:
WFWF Presents:
Felo-de-se
Main Event:
International Championship:
Wayne McGurk (c) VS Morgan Warner
The show has been sold out, and thousands of Filipino wrestling fans have come from all over Manila to see us. Everything else before, has no importance; makes no difference. It does not matter. This does. One mistake can grant you the title, just the way one opening will be enough for me to fly back home with the title. They've paid for our match at the end of the night. Felo-de-se belongs to me. This night will be everything I fought so hard for- the blood, the sweat, the victory, the defeat, and all the tears will have been worth it.
Wayne looked back at the water and saw his reflection over the bay.
On that lonely drive down to the 19x19 ring, I will have the full support of everyone in attendance, I'll be on a high. For once in my life, I can call myself the man. Hell, I'll even jump on an Ocean Liner, and scream the words, I'm the king of the world. Because for that one moment in time. I will be.
Now, I wish I could say that I'm going into Felo-de-se in my personal best. But I can't. I'm not no matter how hard I want to. For one thing, I have wasted too much time, and to be honest, I'm still dealing with jetlag. In the questing for the best, I'll try. In keeping my title, I'll do.
Now kid, I can't say anything negative about you. With the exception of pissing on a stranger's motorcycle, you've never really antagonized me. So, I have no reason to say anything about you. Although, I have beaten you in the past. If anything can be repeated, it's history. And again, I'm not being boastful, I'm just being honest, but I have been undefeated. And everyone I've beaten, never came back to pin me, all with the exception of Reverend Shadow;
Calvin Lee- Pinned him twice.
Obo- Pinned him, escaped a cage, and beat his ass again.
Yukio Blaze- On the record, I've beaten him twice.
And you, Morgan Warner, I have beaten you before. I beat you in your first match in. And you had the odd's on your favor, and I had nothing. But, like my career, I've proved them all wrong when I pinned you. Just like I proved them wrong, when I pinned Calvin Lee, the week prior to that.
I'm not going to say that I'm going to beat you again. I can't say that, and I never will. But I do have the cards on my favor. While that does make me feel slightly more confident, it doesn't mean crap. You do what you can, and will do what I. Fate won't decide this. A referee can't decided this. Only you and I can. Show me what you can do and how far you can go, and I will take whatever shot you give. This is a competition, so I accept every chance you get to hurt me. Because if there's something I've learned about our business, is that when it all comes down to it, nothing is personal. It's all business. We may all cross the line in one way or another, but in the end or a year, we'll be partners in a tag team match. So, with that said, know that I will do whatever I can to keep my title. Good luck.
Wayne motioned away from the table, crossed the bar and the pool tables and went to another room. The Vasco's is owned by an Australian treasure hunter and archeologist. He had a seprate room, where he kept some of his treasures on display. They included, parts from Spanish Galleions, ancient Filipino artifacts, and a million dollars worth of antiques. Wayne saw Vanessa looking over a the port of a galleion.
Hey...
Hey...
Did you know my Grandfather fought in World War two?
You've mentioned it. What was his name again?
Frank McGurk. The Japs actually captured him; kept him in Fort Santiago for a year and a half.
So he was taken from battle?
No, on the contrary, he had tried to save a woman the Japanese tortured.
What did they do to her?
According to Gramps, the girl was only nineteen... Pergnant.
Jesus.
A couple Japanese troops raped her. He couldn't do anyting, because if he did, he risked his platoon. So, once they were done with her. They cut open her abdomen, and took her unbron child. They threw the child into the air and shot it. As soon as Gramps saw that, his blood ran cold with disdain, and shot them both between the eyes. The girl was bleeding to death, so he tried to heal the wound, but the Japs got to them before the could run. The girl was left there, while my grandfather spent a year and a half in Fort Santiago... He suffered from dissentary, but he made it. He held on.
Just like you.
Silence....
Did anyone call you Frankie's boy, or Louie's boy?
No, but I wish they did.
I did.
I know.
You've made them proud.
WAYNE MCGURK HAD a bottle of beer in the Vasco's; San Miguel Light- didn't taste light at all. Wayne had decided not stay in the Manila and chose Subic instead. A port city three and half hours away from Manila. He liked it here, it was quiet. There was little traffic and he had unspoiled security. There was nothing for them in Manila; pollution and waste aside, Manila had virtually the same things they had back home. Aside from Felo-de-se, whatelse did he need there? He liked Subic, it was ghostly. Which was ironic, because everyone who had invested in the area had lost money. It was far from the thriving seaport it was planned to be. Wayne loved it.
Wayne checked into the Vasco's. A small bar right over the water that had also doubled as a two-star hotel. Wayne picked a table right by the water; had a great view of the bay. He took a sip from the San Miguel and watched the sunset. Like a Picaso, the sky was a fusion of fuscha and orange, as the sun glistened gracefully over the water, tiny specs of silver radiated. It almost looked like a dance floor. Wayne conjured the posibility of walking across the water. They had the sound of Eyes Adrift's "Slow Race" playing from a jukebox, the scent of grilled lamb, neon lights, and a relaxed atmosphere- the man was in heaven.
Wayne took his sights off the water and turned across the room, where a T.V. set was placed over the bar. Felo-de-se was on; Pohatu had just beat Obo, Burton-ERB was on next. Burton got screwed. The last time Wayne was in Manila, Hybrid and Code Red were still on and the WFWF was on a three week tape-delay. They were now a few days behind. The WFWF was on primetime down here, so this must've been a replay.
As the waitress brought the calamares over to his table, Wayne thought back to his first run in the WFWF. It amazed him what a difference a year could make; lost almost every match he competed in, he went no where, and Scarlett could barely talk. From where he sat today, Scarlett answers back, Wayne's the only champion on the roster, he's actually one of the top guys of the federation, and God damn it, he's winning matches.
He's good. He admited.
He's the untouchable. He reffused to accept that.
Wayne signaled the waiteress; where was Vanessa?
Yes sir?
Could I please have an ashtray?
Ok, sir.
Thank you.
Wayne looked away from the T.V. set and peered towards the right, across the water, and saw the door to his room. Wayne had a couple calamari's and a cool sip from the San Miguel as Vanessa came out. She was simple today- her buring locks draped over her face, she had that old pair of torn heans on, and covered her chest with a white tank top- Wayne noticed that she probably felt a chill.
The man had to smile.
Vanessa caught his stare and went back into the room. She came back out a minute later with a shawll covering her. Vanessa came his way niw, but took a turn towards the right.
Morgan, up until a week ago, you and I were on parallels. You have tasted the main event spotlight, while I hold the only gold in the WFWF. I have tasted the undeniable glory of having my arms raised over my head as I was presented with the International Championship, knowing I put everything I had on the line, time after time after time. You have the bragging rights for being in the main event. On Odium, over twenty thousand wrestling fans packed the Mattoangin Stadium in Makassar, Singapore, to see you and your sister take on Michael Kyzer. No one cared about my match against Obo; hell, they didn't care to see Yukio Blaze, Kurt Burton, Justin Tyme, MOD, ThaCTB, or ERB. They wanted to see you. They waited until the end of the night to watch you fught. For that moment in time, you had the entire world in your finger tips. We weren't getting that end-of-the-night bonus, unless you preformed well. And on Felo-de-se, you will have the spotlight shining over your head once more, but you're going to have to share it with me.
I am not a boastful man, I do think of myself as humble and honest man. So right now, Wayne McGurk is going to speak from the heart. I will relinquish all qualms over what I say. But just for once, I want that spotlight. I'm exited. To quote Paul Westerberg and The Replacements, "I Can't Hardly Wait!". It's been granted, and it's mine for the taking. The marque on the Dr. Jose Rizal/Ninoy Aquino Stadium reads:
WFWF Presents:
Felo-de-se
Main Event:
International Championship:
Wayne McGurk (c) VS Morgan Warner
The show has been sold out, and thousands of Filipino wrestling fans have come from all over Manila to see us. Everything else before, has no importance; makes no difference. It does not matter. This does. One mistake can grant you the title, just the way one opening will be enough for me to fly back home with the title. They've paid for our match at the end of the night. Felo-de-se belongs to me. This night will be everything I fought so hard for- the blood, the sweat, the victory, the defeat, and all the tears will have been worth it.
Wayne looked back at the water and saw his reflection over the bay.
On that lonely drive down to the 19x19 ring, I will have the full support of everyone in attendance, I'll be on a high. For once in my life, I can call myself the man. Hell, I'll even jump on an Ocean Liner, and scream the words, I'm the king of the world. Because for that one moment in time. I will be.
Now, I wish I could say that I'm going into Felo-de-se in my personal best. But I can't. I'm not no matter how hard I want to. For one thing, I have wasted too much time, and to be honest, I'm still dealing with jetlag. In the questing for the best, I'll try. In keeping my title, I'll do.
Now kid, I can't say anything negative about you. With the exception of pissing on a stranger's motorcycle, you've never really antagonized me. So, I have no reason to say anything about you. Although, I have beaten you in the past. If anything can be repeated, it's history. And again, I'm not being boastful, I'm just being honest, but I have been undefeated. And everyone I've beaten, never came back to pin me, all with the exception of Reverend Shadow;
Calvin Lee- Pinned him twice.
Obo- Pinned him, escaped a cage, and beat his ass again.
Yukio Blaze- On the record, I've beaten him twice.
And you, Morgan Warner, I have beaten you before. I beat you in your first match in. And you had the odd's on your favor, and I had nothing. But, like my career, I've proved them all wrong when I pinned you. Just like I proved them wrong, when I pinned Calvin Lee, the week prior to that.
I'm not going to say that I'm going to beat you again. I can't say that, and I never will. But I do have the cards on my favor. While that does make me feel slightly more confident, it doesn't mean crap. You do what you can, and will do what I. Fate won't decide this. A referee can't decided this. Only you and I can. Show me what you can do and how far you can go, and I will take whatever shot you give. This is a competition, so I accept every chance you get to hurt me. Because if there's something I've learned about our business, is that when it all comes down to it, nothing is personal. It's all business. We may all cross the line in one way or another, but in the end or a year, we'll be partners in a tag team match. So, with that said, know that I will do whatever I can to keep my title. Good luck.
Wayne motioned away from the table, crossed the bar and the pool tables and went to another room. The Vasco's is owned by an Australian treasure hunter and archeologist. He had a seprate room, where he kept some of his treasures on display. They included, parts from Spanish Galleions, ancient Filipino artifacts, and a million dollars worth of antiques. Wayne saw Vanessa looking over a the port of a galleion.
Hey...
Hey...
Did you know my Grandfather fought in World War two?
You've mentioned it. What was his name again?
Frank McGurk. The Japs actually captured him; kept him in Fort Santiago for a year and a half.
So he was taken from battle?
No, on the contrary, he had tried to save a woman the Japanese tortured.
What did they do to her?
According to Gramps, the girl was only nineteen... Pergnant.
Jesus.
A couple Japanese troops raped her. He couldn't do anyting, because if he did, he risked his platoon. So, once they were done with her. They cut open her abdomen, and took her unbron child. They threw the child into the air and shot it. As soon as Gramps saw that, his blood ran cold with disdain, and shot them both between the eyes. The girl was bleeding to death, so he tried to heal the wound, but the Japs got to them before the could run. The girl was left there, while my grandfather spent a year and a half in Fort Santiago... He suffered from dissentary, but he made it. He held on.
Just like you.
Silence....
Did anyone call you Frankie's boy, or Louie's boy?
No, but I wish they did.
I did.
I know.
You've made them proud.
, 
