Post by veronicaaaahhhh on Jun 20, 2007 12:42:06 GMT -5
Wayne McGurk Felo-de-se RP: Running Around
Lying there, with her arms and legs spread over the mattress, she let herself surrender; fingers running through the rims of the waterpipe. She placed the filter between her lips and took a hit; watching him, moving before her, a hundred miles away. The room smelled of apricot mint tobacco; the scarlet veil draped across the lamp filled the room with a timid red glow. Dragging her toes across the stained satin sheets, she dug her hands deep in and pushed herself up; prepping herself against the pillow- she wanted a better view of her man. She took the filter and took another deep puff; she wasn’t breaking her oath against smoking, she was just having a rare treat- kind of like tied-down and hopeless married women with oral sex.
Watching him, he leaned against the corner; waiting. Come on, throw away the hair tie and just let it fall, for once; in front of all those people. What she felt for him was one of those things she could never understand, let alone get a grip on; and just as she conducted herself around him, she wasn’t gonna let him know what it was she felt until she knew it herself.
The bell rang, and Wayne came in forward with a spear; did it that way where he looked like he was lurching for a tie-up, but just ducked down over and took the guy down with a spear.
Vanessa raised her legs and crossed them; her body beneath her silk laced teddy slipped above the satin sheets. Vanessa readjusted herself, her elbows dug down to the mattress, her body leaning over it. She reached to her side and took the filter and pressed it between her lips; she closed her eyes, and in her state of bliss, letting the smoke flow through her- like him, feeling inside her was the closest thing she had to heaven. Her eyes slowly peered open as she exhaled the smoke; the scent wasn’t like the normal crap Wayne’d pop from time to time, this was very fragrant; smelled good- made her smell good, made the room smell good- didn’t really mind that.
The guy pushed Wayne against the ropes and motion forward with a clothesline, Wayne ducked it, pulled the guy by the back of the hair and dropped him with a reverse ddt.
That’s two things you have total control over…
Vanessa rolled over and dragged herself toward the tv. Barely leaning of the bed, she pushed herself as close as she could get; seeing him in the ring, in total control, with all those lights shining over him, sweat glistening over his body and my God, he just threw the hair tie off; wet hair falling over his face, covering most of his five o’clock shadow…
He’s all mine.
Holding the guy by the hair, Wayne looked forward- right into the camera. Vanessa blew him a kiss, a good wet one. He smiled, must be about to do something really sinister, but whatever, he caught the kiss; smile confirms all.
I don’t know why I feel this way, I’m no child… But what the , I like it.
The phone rang.
Vanessa placed the filter down, reached over across the night table and picked up the phone.
Hello?
Hey…
He said slowly; her way.
Hey…
But wait.
You’re not supposed to be here.
Really; where am I supposed to be then?
I don’t know; let’s see… the ring?
Didn’t say a thing.
The match ended early didn’t it?
I wouldn’t exactly say that, I was in there for a good fifteen minutes or so.
What then? Late feed?
Probably… Care to know what happened?
Vanessa looked at the tv; she was waiting, and her wait, she left him in wait. *Could find out now, but conjured so would wait for him even more; although, if his mouth stays shut, there’ll be more of him. Wayne picked the guy by the hair, *3rd time in.
Not just me.
She murmured.
The guy, close to the turnbuckle now, took hold of the corner, and pushed himself in; shoving Wayne, chest-first into the corner.
So?
I love you.
Vanessa shut the phone.
*
I Love You… It said it all. Despite all the parallels between them, she was easy to comprehend; Vanessa didn’t really care for the match, reckoned she’d rather hear about it. Stung, but couldn’t really blame her, it was expected.
Wayne clutched the receiver for a brief moment, before shutting it. Wayne flicked lever of the payphone, he was five minutes shy away of what he put in; wanted his money back. Flicked it one more time and nothing, Wayne turned away.
Wayne stood before the entrance curtain. Looking into the arena, he watched as all sorts of people slowly filed out of the arena; scattered through, there were probably close to fifty people still ringside- couple groups of three to five talking, and few fans taking pictures by in front of the ring. Reminded Wayne of this one time when he was starting out; a curtain jerker, he was in the opening match of the night. Forgot where they were, reckoned either Singapore or the Philippines; one of those places that only got one of the top promotions in the States, no other wrestling outside of that. They’d only get a wrestling show once or twice a year, so to them, it was a ing big deal. A ing house show, it attracted local celebrities, politicians, socialites… So, it’s after the show’s over, most of the other guys have been escorted back to their hotel, Wayne was probably the only guy still around. He came ringside, outside a couple kids, no one really paid attention to him. So he’s hanging out there, and there’s this kid that jumps over the guard rail and slides into the ring. The arena’s close to empty, this kind of thing they can allow to slide. Once again, the show was a big ing deal to these people, so what happens is, is that security tackles this kid down; what’s ironic is that you can tell the guards were having fun; he’d stick his head out occasionally throughout the night, and they were doing nothing, but watching the show. To most of these people, all you really need is a body slam to get yourself over.
Wayne glanced around the near dead arena on last time; give or take, there we’re still a couple kids jerking around- the lights brighter now than they were an hour ago. Wayne walked forward.
I enjoyed tonight, it was different. Seeing the power I hold, I orchestrated our match together. I could have waited for another time, but you see Josh Dean, I need this match. I let six months go by, I wrestled, and despite that I did ****. Josh Dean, you are making the same waves I did not more than a year ago. The only difference between Wayne McGurk then, and Wayne McGurk now is that I’m not entirely happy. Last year, everything was fun; dangerous. I was fresh and I was hungry. Now, and just within a year, I have stretched myself to the limits. I have ideas, I know what to do, but everything just seems to be slipping from my fingers. I ought to be at the forefront of the wrestling world, but whatever I do, I just always feel like I’m walking behind; playing catch up. Josh Dean, this is where I need you.
Watching you over the few months, I waited and waited for our worlds to collide, but where I am, I’m too damn close to the edge, despite all I have, that I just could not wait any longer. Despite our contrast of styles, we are very much a like; were not just athletes, we are artists. For what we give of ourselves and live through, the ring is often called the canvass; stained with the blood, sweat, and tears of every single soul who stepped through; yours and mine’s included.
For the rest of my life, I will be in debt to pro wrestling. It’s what my father did, it’s the world I grew upon, it’s what I’ve always wanted to do, and it presented me with my the two great treasures in my life, my wife Vanessa, and my daughter Scarlett. But there comes a point, when all you do, day in and day out, is the same damn thing, you begin to get a little immune to it, and before you know, you don’t really want the life you lead, even though it feeds you, shelters you, and clothes you… Despite all that, there comes a point where you just don’t want it anymore, and you just do what you have to because you need the money.
When the bell rings on Felo-de-se, I want you to do what you did with Obo, and push me to the edge. Hurt me, and if you’re at it, take me to the brink of death, because I want a lease for what it is I do best. I want to be hungry again, because all they’ve been feeding the monster in me is the same old ****.
I held your title, proudly for nine months and I’ve fought off every hand that dared to touch it. As I’ve covered in the past, as the International Champion, I saw it fit as my God given duty to push the standard of excellence, because what we had wasn’t enough. I didn’t care who they threw at me, I treated every opponent I had as if they were my last. I didn’t bend down or fall lenient just because I felt superior to them, I gave them the full respect they deserve because in the eyes of a higher hand, they were deemed worthy; which, meant they hand just as good of a chance to beat me, as I did them. Nine months of doing that, can really ware a person out. And that’s what happened to me. That night in Philly, I just gave up. I couldn’t hold it anymore- I was no longer worthy.
Josh Dean, you’re good. So good, that it ing scares me. If there’s anyone I know, who can give me a good kick in the ass, it’s you. But setting myself straight is not just my agenda. I’m on the look out for something good, something I haven’t had for most of the year, a good match. I can say frankly that I really don’t give a **** if I win or not, what’s drawing me in, is the fact that I’ve got someone who can give me a good run. And I like that. There are those matches you enjoy wrestling and enjoy watching afterwards, then there are the ones that you don’t. I haven’t had something good. This match’ll be therapy for me; it’ll be like a cold beer in the sand under a tie-dye sky. A real ing trip. I know that, because I have someone capable of that.
Wayne stopped before the payphone. He lifted the receiver, and to his surprise his leftover minutes were still there. Wayne leaned against the pale cement call and dialed home. The phone rang several times, before he heard the other end pick up.
Decision by count out?
Who else was calling? She already knew who it was.
Lying there, with her arms and legs spread over the mattress, she let herself surrender; fingers running through the rims of the waterpipe. She placed the filter between her lips and took a hit; watching him, moving before her, a hundred miles away. The room smelled of apricot mint tobacco; the scarlet veil draped across the lamp filled the room with a timid red glow. Dragging her toes across the stained satin sheets, she dug her hands deep in and pushed herself up; prepping herself against the pillow- she wanted a better view of her man. She took the filter and took another deep puff; she wasn’t breaking her oath against smoking, she was just having a rare treat- kind of like tied-down and hopeless married women with oral sex.
Watching him, he leaned against the corner; waiting. Come on, throw away the hair tie and just let it fall, for once; in front of all those people. What she felt for him was one of those things she could never understand, let alone get a grip on; and just as she conducted herself around him, she wasn’t gonna let him know what it was she felt until she knew it herself.
The bell rang, and Wayne came in forward with a spear; did it that way where he looked like he was lurching for a tie-up, but just ducked down over and took the guy down with a spear.
Vanessa raised her legs and crossed them; her body beneath her silk laced teddy slipped above the satin sheets. Vanessa readjusted herself, her elbows dug down to the mattress, her body leaning over it. She reached to her side and took the filter and pressed it between her lips; she closed her eyes, and in her state of bliss, letting the smoke flow through her- like him, feeling inside her was the closest thing she had to heaven. Her eyes slowly peered open as she exhaled the smoke; the scent wasn’t like the normal crap Wayne’d pop from time to time, this was very fragrant; smelled good- made her smell good, made the room smell good- didn’t really mind that.
The guy pushed Wayne against the ropes and motion forward with a clothesline, Wayne ducked it, pulled the guy by the back of the hair and dropped him with a reverse ddt.
That’s two things you have total control over…
Vanessa rolled over and dragged herself toward the tv. Barely leaning of the bed, she pushed herself as close as she could get; seeing him in the ring, in total control, with all those lights shining over him, sweat glistening over his body and my God, he just threw the hair tie off; wet hair falling over his face, covering most of his five o’clock shadow…
He’s all mine.
Holding the guy by the hair, Wayne looked forward- right into the camera. Vanessa blew him a kiss, a good wet one. He smiled, must be about to do something really sinister, but whatever, he caught the kiss; smile confirms all.
I don’t know why I feel this way, I’m no child… But what the , I like it.
The phone rang.
Vanessa placed the filter down, reached over across the night table and picked up the phone.
Hello?
Hey…
He said slowly; her way.
Hey…
But wait.
You’re not supposed to be here.
Really; where am I supposed to be then?
I don’t know; let’s see… the ring?
Didn’t say a thing.
The match ended early didn’t it?
I wouldn’t exactly say that, I was in there for a good fifteen minutes or so.
What then? Late feed?
Probably… Care to know what happened?
Vanessa looked at the tv; she was waiting, and her wait, she left him in wait. *Could find out now, but conjured so would wait for him even more; although, if his mouth stays shut, there’ll be more of him. Wayne picked the guy by the hair, *3rd time in.
Not just me.
She murmured.
The guy, close to the turnbuckle now, took hold of the corner, and pushed himself in; shoving Wayne, chest-first into the corner.
So?
I love you.
Vanessa shut the phone.
*
I Love You… It said it all. Despite all the parallels between them, she was easy to comprehend; Vanessa didn’t really care for the match, reckoned she’d rather hear about it. Stung, but couldn’t really blame her, it was expected.
Wayne clutched the receiver for a brief moment, before shutting it. Wayne flicked lever of the payphone, he was five minutes shy away of what he put in; wanted his money back. Flicked it one more time and nothing, Wayne turned away.
Wayne stood before the entrance curtain. Looking into the arena, he watched as all sorts of people slowly filed out of the arena; scattered through, there were probably close to fifty people still ringside- couple groups of three to five talking, and few fans taking pictures by in front of the ring. Reminded Wayne of this one time when he was starting out; a curtain jerker, he was in the opening match of the night. Forgot where they were, reckoned either Singapore or the Philippines; one of those places that only got one of the top promotions in the States, no other wrestling outside of that. They’d only get a wrestling show once or twice a year, so to them, it was a ing big deal. A ing house show, it attracted local celebrities, politicians, socialites… So, it’s after the show’s over, most of the other guys have been escorted back to their hotel, Wayne was probably the only guy still around. He came ringside, outside a couple kids, no one really paid attention to him. So he’s hanging out there, and there’s this kid that jumps over the guard rail and slides into the ring. The arena’s close to empty, this kind of thing they can allow to slide. Once again, the show was a big ing deal to these people, so what happens is, is that security tackles this kid down; what’s ironic is that you can tell the guards were having fun; he’d stick his head out occasionally throughout the night, and they were doing nothing, but watching the show. To most of these people, all you really need is a body slam to get yourself over.
Wayne glanced around the near dead arena on last time; give or take, there we’re still a couple kids jerking around- the lights brighter now than they were an hour ago. Wayne walked forward.
I enjoyed tonight, it was different. Seeing the power I hold, I orchestrated our match together. I could have waited for another time, but you see Josh Dean, I need this match. I let six months go by, I wrestled, and despite that I did ****. Josh Dean, you are making the same waves I did not more than a year ago. The only difference between Wayne McGurk then, and Wayne McGurk now is that I’m not entirely happy. Last year, everything was fun; dangerous. I was fresh and I was hungry. Now, and just within a year, I have stretched myself to the limits. I have ideas, I know what to do, but everything just seems to be slipping from my fingers. I ought to be at the forefront of the wrestling world, but whatever I do, I just always feel like I’m walking behind; playing catch up. Josh Dean, this is where I need you.
Watching you over the few months, I waited and waited for our worlds to collide, but where I am, I’m too damn close to the edge, despite all I have, that I just could not wait any longer. Despite our contrast of styles, we are very much a like; were not just athletes, we are artists. For what we give of ourselves and live through, the ring is often called the canvass; stained with the blood, sweat, and tears of every single soul who stepped through; yours and mine’s included.
For the rest of my life, I will be in debt to pro wrestling. It’s what my father did, it’s the world I grew upon, it’s what I’ve always wanted to do, and it presented me with my the two great treasures in my life, my wife Vanessa, and my daughter Scarlett. But there comes a point, when all you do, day in and day out, is the same damn thing, you begin to get a little immune to it, and before you know, you don’t really want the life you lead, even though it feeds you, shelters you, and clothes you… Despite all that, there comes a point where you just don’t want it anymore, and you just do what you have to because you need the money.
When the bell rings on Felo-de-se, I want you to do what you did with Obo, and push me to the edge. Hurt me, and if you’re at it, take me to the brink of death, because I want a lease for what it is I do best. I want to be hungry again, because all they’ve been feeding the monster in me is the same old ****.
I held your title, proudly for nine months and I’ve fought off every hand that dared to touch it. As I’ve covered in the past, as the International Champion, I saw it fit as my God given duty to push the standard of excellence, because what we had wasn’t enough. I didn’t care who they threw at me, I treated every opponent I had as if they were my last. I didn’t bend down or fall lenient just because I felt superior to them, I gave them the full respect they deserve because in the eyes of a higher hand, they were deemed worthy; which, meant they hand just as good of a chance to beat me, as I did them. Nine months of doing that, can really ware a person out. And that’s what happened to me. That night in Philly, I just gave up. I couldn’t hold it anymore- I was no longer worthy.
Josh Dean, you’re good. So good, that it ing scares me. If there’s anyone I know, who can give me a good kick in the ass, it’s you. But setting myself straight is not just my agenda. I’m on the look out for something good, something I haven’t had for most of the year, a good match. I can say frankly that I really don’t give a **** if I win or not, what’s drawing me in, is the fact that I’ve got someone who can give me a good run. And I like that. There are those matches you enjoy wrestling and enjoy watching afterwards, then there are the ones that you don’t. I haven’t had something good. This match’ll be therapy for me; it’ll be like a cold beer in the sand under a tie-dye sky. A real ing trip. I know that, because I have someone capable of that.
Wayne stopped before the payphone. He lifted the receiver, and to his surprise his leftover minutes were still there. Wayne leaned against the pale cement call and dialed home. The phone rang several times, before he heard the other end pick up.
Decision by count out?
Who else was calling? She already knew who it was.
OC: Better late than never.