Post by veronicaaaahhhh on Nov 13, 2006 2:38:37 GMT -5
Wayne McGurk Felo-de-se RP- Untitled
FROM BEHIND THE curtain, Wayne could already hear the opening chord to Razorback’s “Voodoo Hoodo”; Vanessa stood beside him. He waited. He was being patient; something he could afford to do. He was in no rush- he was needed, but he kept. He was where he wanted to be. He was safe. No harm could trespass this moment.
…
Tirso Ripoll’s guitar shrouded an aura around him and danced with his adrenaline.
…It was coming… Building up…
[glow=red,2,300]There's something amidst in the world
Haven't you guessed shapeshifter?
While you hold in to your war so dear
We're growing fat, fat in your fear
You and your voodoo, hoodoo
Talking your voodoo, hoodoo
Soon we'll be out to haunt you
You mensch have fallen out of grace
Don't you know that we're out to get you?
You and your voodoo, who do
I look inside you and i know you're untrue
I've come to punish you for your taboo
I take any form and any gender
I am the seer of all the great pretenders
I am shapeshifter
I am shapeshifter
Soon we'll be out to haunt you
You mensch have fallen out of grace
Don't you know that we're out to get you?
You and your voodoo, who do
Talk, talkin', talkin', voodoo, who do
Talk, talkin', talkin', voodoo, who do
Your runestones and your voodoo, who do?[/glow]
This was it.
Wayne cupped Vanessa hand in his and pulled them both into the arena. Wayne motioned through the curtain. They took a moment, as they were surrounded by an overwhelming ovation; he was caught off guard. This was nothing he expected. He listened in closely for a hint of boo, and found a few. The negativity was a surprising saving grace. Strobe lights hovered over them as a cloud of smoke surrounded the entrance way. Dramatic effect, and he wasn’t too proud to admit that he liked it. It was
ing cool; ing galeng as Joey Tavalera would say. They we’re going to be in Manila soon, and would yield the opportunity to catch up with an old friend.
Vanessa, smiling, motioned before Wayne and led the way towards the ring. Wayne gazed across the isle and saw a group of men swooning over Vanessa.ers; they could do whatever they wanted, but it wasn’t going to change ****. She belongs to him, the same way he is with her. Awesome. He loved the feeling of being right, knowing he had something no else couldn’t while being an a**hole- it was egotistically rewarding. He had also heard a fan wondering where the bike was-
Now making his way to the ring.
His opponent; from New York City.
-What the hell did they expect to see other than a wrestling show? Wayne only used the Harley for T.V. and anything special. This was a house show, but that don’t mean that this had to be anything less memorable. Make it up. Do your job, and give them aing show. You know what, toy give them a God damned ing wrestling match; that is what you do.
Weighing in tonight at 276 pounds.
Hi is the International Champion…
Wayne McGurk!
There might have been changes, but it didn’t touch him one bit. This wasn’t, but he owned the night; this was his. A confident man he was, he was on a high. And not the cheap euphoria you get from narcotics. It was a natural high, only taken when earned. He’s the man[i/]. He gave himself the right.
But why was he scared?
You’ve learned the lesson.
You’ve lived through it- you have survived.
Look at where you are now.
Cherish it.
Don’t forget it…. Please.
*
The Slasher
THE FIRST THING he saw were the steal bars before him.
The second was the denim cloth that clothed him.
The third thing he saw was a face thirteen years younger.
One year before he would form the Disciples; three and a half before he met Vanessa. The rookie who was christened with the moniker “The Slasher”. Wayne “The Slasher” McGurk.
He was inside a prison cell. Bleak cement walls, rusted tiled walls, a sink, a **** toilet, and a double-decker bed, and bars.ing bars. There was nothing else beyond the bars. These walls couldn’t hold ‘em; nothing can. Not San Quentin, Alkatraz, Dribbles, Rikers, Folsom, or the ‘Glades. Wayne McGurk is a self-sufficent one man army. Yes sir, the son of Lou McGurk, the son of “Irish” Louie McGurk, and the spawn of Maria Renzoir, proud member of Hell’s Angel’ she was. They ain’t seen ‘nything like her since. From eyetallian-Schaghticoke decent she was.
Wayne motioned towards the sink and switched on the faucet. He kept his eyes shut as his hands grazed against the stream of cold water. It was all it was; it was good. He took a handful and threw it over his face; the cool collided with body heat as little beads slowly rolled down his face. Wayne reached into the breast pocket of his denim shirt and withdrew a Swiss Army Knife. With a flick of his wrist, the blade swung open. It ain’t going to be this way any longer. Wait. Wayne placed the knife before him and closed his eyes.
Blood…
-Wasn’t supposed to be like that; thye knew theing line and they made the ing mistake of crossing it. a**holes.
Unhealed wounds…
They can’t be taken back.
Wayne brought the blade before his scalp,, pulled his hair back, and began to use the blade to comb it.
Took it too far…
I didn’t do jack-ing- ****! They threw in the first shot and antagonized me. Do you think I would have just stood there and walked away? I ain’t a God damned ****!
…
Didn’t think so. I did right and I did what needed to be done.
And look at wh-…
Wayne continued to comb his hair.
You see my point.
Wayne knew what was about to be said, but he kept it.
People, my father and my mother often ask me one thing. Why? If there’s a question we all ask at one time, its why? Why; whying ask? Why would you ask someone a question if you know it wouldn’t be answered? And if we continue to wonder why, we do to know. Everyone comes across a set of their own personal set of answers and questions as to why, and I can tell you this, it feels good. Knowing your tempting the devil and ing around with his fire is the only key to living.
Yukio Blaze, the firewalker or whatever youing call yourself. Yukio Blaze, it sounds like a **** name. First things first, you’ve got nothing on me. So, what makes you think for a second, that you can own up to me? ‘Beaten your ass before, whose you to say I can’t do it again?
There is a reason they know my as the Slasher. It’s an honor and reputation I will take with me to my dying day. Like the world behind these concrete walls, my life is an open road; no falters. Nothing can stop me; hold me down. And Yukio when I step into that ring, I will use my hands to end your God forgotten life!
I will not submit to your pin-fall.
I will not submit to your submission.
I will find my satisfaction when I draw your blood over my face.
Wayne heard the bars swing open…
*
HAVE CONFIDENCE. Keep it; it is needed.
You know that bed that is your soul.
The place you treat to at the end of the day.
No confidence can break me.
No excess can break me.
I am that man I am.
The man I have become.
The man I will become.
THE ONLY THING Wayne remembered was the three count that did him in; the referee’s three slaps, collectively, resounded a thousand times louder than it should’ve. Wayne looked above him to find the arena’s lights gracing over; felt cold. The blood clot on his left eye only made things worse. He remembered knowing what was going on in between the three count, but forgetting what do to- to kick out. The man blacked out. Next thing he knew, he was being carried out to the locker rooms.
Wayne rested over the surface of the bench; his head over Vanessa’s lap. Things still felt numb. Wayne looked up at Vanessa. She’s something else; honestly. He had never in his life met anyone else like her. Vanessa has, what only can be described as a multifaceted personality. There are an insurmountable number of dimensions to her; an esoteric woman. She could be a real bitch, a tease, a whore, and a warrior. To their daughter she shows the role of a mother. Tonight, she was being a wife. A role she was true to, but rarely showed.
When the rain washes you clean you will know…
She sung. Fleetwood Mac, Dreams. Vanessa idolized Stevie Nicks; shows.
Hey…
Hey…
What happened?
Can’t remember? You got hit with a nasty neckbreaker. You’re neck hyper extended fifteen degrees.
Jesus…
You’re lucky to be talking.
I had it right there. And I-
Kept your eyes away for a second. I wasn’t going to say it, but I
Told me so…
They shared a laugh. Vanessa ran her fingers though Wayne’s scalp, and they just looked at each other.
Nothing's going to change... I promise.
I know.
*
I'm going to give Yukio what he deserves... A damn good match. Because as far as I'm concerned, there was no victor in Odium.
FROM BEHIND THE curtain, Wayne could already hear the opening chord to Razorback’s “Voodoo Hoodo”; Vanessa stood beside him. He waited. He was being patient; something he could afford to do. He was in no rush- he was needed, but he kept. He was where he wanted to be. He was safe. No harm could trespass this moment.
…
Tirso Ripoll’s guitar shrouded an aura around him and danced with his adrenaline.
…It was coming… Building up…
[glow=red,2,300]There's something amidst in the world
Haven't you guessed shapeshifter?
While you hold in to your war so dear
We're growing fat, fat in your fear
You and your voodoo, hoodoo
Talking your voodoo, hoodoo
Soon we'll be out to haunt you
You mensch have fallen out of grace
Don't you know that we're out to get you?
You and your voodoo, who do
I look inside you and i know you're untrue
I've come to punish you for your taboo
I take any form and any gender
I am the seer of all the great pretenders
I am shapeshifter
I am shapeshifter
Soon we'll be out to haunt you
You mensch have fallen out of grace
Don't you know that we're out to get you?
You and your voodoo, who do
Talk, talkin', talkin', voodoo, who do
Talk, talkin', talkin', voodoo, who do
Your runestones and your voodoo, who do?[/glow]
This was it.
Wayne cupped Vanessa hand in his and pulled them both into the arena. Wayne motioned through the curtain. They took a moment, as they were surrounded by an overwhelming ovation; he was caught off guard. This was nothing he expected. He listened in closely for a hint of boo, and found a few. The negativity was a surprising saving grace. Strobe lights hovered over them as a cloud of smoke surrounded the entrance way. Dramatic effect, and he wasn’t too proud to admit that he liked it. It was
ing cool; ing galeng as Joey Tavalera would say. They we’re going to be in Manila soon, and would yield the opportunity to catch up with an old friend.Vanessa, smiling, motioned before Wayne and led the way towards the ring. Wayne gazed across the isle and saw a group of men swooning over Vanessa.
ers; they could do whatever they wanted, but it wasn’t going to change ****. She belongs to him, the same way he is with her. Awesome. He loved the feeling of being right, knowing he had something no else couldn’t while being an a**hole- it was egotistically rewarding. He had also heard a fan wondering where the bike was-Now making his way to the ring.
His opponent; from New York City.
-What the hell did they expect to see other than a wrestling show? Wayne only used the Harley for T.V. and anything special. This was a house show, but that don’t mean that this had to be anything less memorable. Make it up. Do your job, and give them a
ing show. You know what, toy give them a God damned ing wrestling match; that is what you do.Weighing in tonight at 276 pounds.
Hi is the International Champion…
Wayne McGurk!
There might have been changes, but it didn’t touch him one bit. This wasn’t, but he owned the night; this was his. A confident man he was, he was on a high. And not the cheap euphoria you get from narcotics. It was a natural high, only taken when earned. He’s the man[i/]. He gave himself the right.
But why was he scared?
You’ve learned the lesson.
You’ve lived through it- you have survived.
Look at where you are now.
Cherish it.
Don’t forget it…. Please.
*
The Slasher
THE FIRST THING he saw were the steal bars before him.
The second was the denim cloth that clothed him.
The third thing he saw was a face thirteen years younger.
One year before he would form the Disciples; three and a half before he met Vanessa. The rookie who was christened with the moniker “The Slasher”. Wayne “The Slasher” McGurk.
He was inside a prison cell. Bleak cement walls, rusted tiled walls, a sink, a **** toilet, and a double-decker bed, and bars.
ing bars. There was nothing else beyond the bars. These walls couldn’t hold ‘em; nothing can. Not San Quentin, Alkatraz, Dribbles, Rikers, Folsom, or the ‘Glades. Wayne McGurk is a self-sufficent one man army. Yes sir, the son of Lou McGurk, the son of “Irish” Louie McGurk, and the spawn of Maria Renzoir, proud member of Hell’s Angel’ she was. They ain’t seen ‘nything like her since. From eyetallian-Schaghticoke decent she was.Wayne motioned towards the sink and switched on the faucet. He kept his eyes shut as his hands grazed against the stream of cold water. It was all it was; it was good. He took a handful and threw it over his face; the cool collided with body heat as little beads slowly rolled down his face. Wayne reached into the breast pocket of his denim shirt and withdrew a Swiss Army Knife. With a flick of his wrist, the blade swung open. It ain’t going to be this way any longer. Wait. Wayne placed the knife before him and closed his eyes.
Blood…
-Wasn’t supposed to be like that; thye knew the
ing line and they made the ing mistake of crossing it. a**holes.Unhealed wounds…
They can’t be taken back.
Wayne brought the blade before his scalp,, pulled his hair back, and began to use the blade to comb it.
Took it too far…
I didn’t do jack-
ing- ****! They threw in the first shot and antagonized me. Do you think I would have just stood there and walked away? I ain’t a God damned ****!…
Didn’t think so. I did right and I did what needed to be done.
And look at wh-…
Wayne continued to comb his hair.
You see my point.
Wayne knew what was about to be said, but he kept it.
People, my father and my mother often ask me one thing. Why? If there’s a question we all ask at one time, its why? Why; why
ing ask? Why would you ask someone a question if you know it wouldn’t be answered? And if we continue to wonder why, we do to know. Everyone comes across a set of their own personal set of answers and questions as to why, and I can tell you this, it feels good. Knowing your tempting the devil and ing around with his fire is the only key to living.Yukio Blaze, the firewalker or whatever you
ing call yourself. Yukio Blaze, it sounds like a **** name. First things first, you’ve got nothing on me. So, what makes you think for a second, that you can own up to me? ‘Beaten your ass before, whose you to say I can’t do it again?There is a reason they know my as the Slasher. It’s an honor and reputation I will take with me to my dying day. Like the world behind these concrete walls, my life is an open road; no falters. Nothing can stop me; hold me down. And Yukio when I step into that ring, I will use my hands to end your God forgotten life!
I will not submit to your pin-fall.
I will not submit to your submission.
I will find my satisfaction when I draw your blood over my face.
Wayne heard the bars swing open…
*
HAVE CONFIDENCE. Keep it; it is needed.
You know that bed that is your soul.
The place you treat to at the end of the day.
No confidence can break me.
No excess can break me.
I am that man I am.
The man I have become.
The man I will become.
THE ONLY THING Wayne remembered was the three count that did him in; the referee’s three slaps, collectively, resounded a thousand times louder than it should’ve. Wayne looked above him to find the arena’s lights gracing over; felt cold. The blood clot on his left eye only made things worse. He remembered knowing what was going on in between the three count, but forgetting what do to- to kick out. The man blacked out. Next thing he knew, he was being carried out to the locker rooms.
Wayne rested over the surface of the bench; his head over Vanessa’s lap. Things still felt numb. Wayne looked up at Vanessa. She’s something else; honestly. He had never in his life met anyone else like her. Vanessa has, what only can be described as a multifaceted personality. There are an insurmountable number of dimensions to her; an esoteric woman. She could be a real bitch, a tease, a whore, and a warrior. To their daughter she shows the role of a mother. Tonight, she was being a wife. A role she was true to, but rarely showed.
When the rain washes you clean you will know…
She sung. Fleetwood Mac, Dreams. Vanessa idolized Stevie Nicks; shows.
Hey…
Hey…
What happened?
Can’t remember? You got hit with a nasty neckbreaker. You’re neck hyper extended fifteen degrees.
Jesus…
You’re lucky to be talking.
I had it right there. And I-
Kept your eyes away for a second. I wasn’t going to say it, but I
Told me so…
They shared a laugh. Vanessa ran her fingers though Wayne’s scalp, and they just looked at each other.
Nothing's going to change... I promise.
I know.
*
I'm going to give Yukio what he deserves... A damn good match. Because as far as I'm concerned, there was no victor in Odium.
