Post by veronicaaaahhhh on Feb 28, 2007 13:20:47 GMT -5
PAYASO SAW THE POSTER on the wall. It was everywhere; followed him where he went. His body tremored at the thought of a second sight; once was enough as it is. There he stood in downtown Tijuana; staring. Just staring on the outside, looking into the supermarket widow where the poster stood. It angered him; made him tremor with disdain. Looking at it, seeing him pose that way, like he had the whole world under his God-forsaken hands,"Look at me, I'm the man!", made every orifice in his body excrete; if he could, he'd burn the poster and defecate every which way on it's God damned 
ing ashes.
you poster, you!
And yet despite that, he could not keep his eyes away. He didn't want to; nothing else was worthy of his attention. Payaso pressed himself against the supermarket window to give him a closer look; that was it. There he was. Payaso slowly cracked a smile, being this close to the poster. He looked at him... It's been so long; friend. Slowly he dragged himself to the center of the poster; little by little, inching his cheeks to his. Payaso's cracked smile came to full circle as he finally stood next to him; eye to eye, nose to nose, lips to lips- perfect. Upon his face, he was suddenly overcome with adoration... He felt raped.
Taking something from me again are you?
He liked it.
Like the fleeting euphoria of lust and infatuation, it was a feeling he decorated. For that, he worshiped him.
I hate you.
With his fingers caressing the glass, he read aloud, from the poster:
WFWF Presents Ascension
February 28, 2007
Live On Pay Per View
Check Local Listings For
Time And Availability In
Your Area
This was supposed to be mine...
Payaso turned his away; tears rolling down his face.
This is not the way this is supposed to be.
Adoringly, Payaso looked back at the poster; face-to-face with Wayne McGurk.
The Slahser...
Payaso turned away once again, but came back with a headbutt; crashing his bald skull against the glass. Everything amidst his presence stopped; all eyes looked upon him- men, children, mothers... Everyone.
With blood dripping down his skull, Payaso only smiled back at them. Payaso looked at the poster; blood falling profusely- catching the droplets with his tounge. Payaso motioned to the ground, glass scattered around him, took the poster and ran away.
Wayne McGurk Ascension RP: Payaso
WAYNE OPENED THE DOOR and let Vanessa into the room first. Amidst the darkness, the light outside shone through, giving way to four walls and bed- it was all they needed. For tonight. Wayne switched the lights on and shut the door as he came in; Vanessa already lay on the bed.
Driving for hours, this was the first stop they made. As soon as the match was done, Wayne took his gear from the time keepers table, drove backstage, picked up Vanessa and left. It was that easy. Taking the Harley ringside was one of the smartest desicions he had made in his career. Never cared for all the backstage bull ****. Done the job- go home. Unless there's an emergency, there's really no point in sticking around.
Made him proud because he earned his spot the old-fashioned way. Never stood around to kiss ass. Reckoned that was what made him Kyzer and Drakz' top guy. There was no bull ****. They knew what he could do and for that they brought him in- he was the lone hitman of the regime. They'd give him a target and he'd take care of it; no qualms, no questions. It was considered done.
It was practice and it made him good; soing good that it yielded him a raise and an upgraded title shot.
And here he is.
He got tired of standing by the door and made his way towards the bed. He took a seat right next to Vanessa, who was busy kicking her shoes off her feet. It was scattered everywhere. Wayne gave her toes a good look; watching them squirming around. One little toe over taking the bigger one...
Cute.
Hey...
Hey...
Tired?
Yeah...
We were on the road for quite awhile weren't we?
For four hours, my love.
Five actually, the show ended at six.
Hmm... Doesn't seem that long anymore.
Vanessa unzipped her jeans, giving way to a good look of her panties; she's all mine. Staring into her forest-coated eyes, he drew his to her forehead and let the tips of his fingers gently graze through her locks of auburn.
Looking at her; that way, right there; brought him visions of the road. Strolling from one place to another like a wondering Jew. Everything out there changes, man. You could be passing through the smallest dirt-ridden, ****-hole of a town and then find yourself driving though the forest, surrounded by nothing but God-given serenity, only to find yourself right in the middle of the desert at dusk. If you drove fast enough man, you'd be by the waterfront before dawn. Everything's as constant as the weather. The only sure thing is asphalt. It never changes. And when it does, it comes back looking exactly as it did.
Wayne took the phone and started dialing.
Who are you calling?
Ben.
Ben Vega; their old manager. The phone rang three times; wasn't enough yet. When it came to calling the Vega residence, Wayne learned to let it ring. Normally, three times was enough as it was; not in the case of Ben Vega.
It rang.
And rang.
Again.
He wasn't being rude; just was the way it was.
And again...
you Ben, answer.
....
Hello.
Finally.
Ben Vega, good evening.
Wayne. Just the person I needed to talk to? How are you feeling?
My back ache's and I can't swallow a damn thing. Other than that, I'm doing alright.
Good to hear.
So Ben, how are we looking tonight?
Very well as of ten this evening.
Is that so?
Indeed it is!
Can I get an estimation?
I wouldn't be able to give you anything concrete until the morning.
Could you at least tell me how we fared up?
We cleaned out. This is the best we've done since Superbrawl and the weeks leading up to it.
Ben, what did I tell ya'? Looking at this one, he and I we're both right on par; equal. Throw in the statistics, I was the odd's on favorite. Tonight was just like the last pay-per-view; Macabre was the safe bet.
And you beat him.
Exactly.
As for tonight, I looked at it in two ways:
I could beat him, lose a few thousand, but yield the title shot. Or I could lose, kiss the World Heavyweight title goodbye, for the meantime, and walk away with ten times more than I put in. The power was in my hands... What was there to lose?
Nothing.
I put up a fight. I just gave in and decided to give him the victory; I'm not going to appeal it.
How do you feel?
Justified in knowing I did my job.
That's good.
So how soon can you wire the money to me?
Tomorrow, late-afternoon. It'll take me half the day alone to collect.
In that case, Vanessa and I ought to be home by then. Just bring it there.
Sounds good; I'll see you then.
Good night Ben.
Same to you; send my regards to Vanessa for me.
Sure thing.
Bye.
Wayne shut the phone.
Wayne...
He knew what was coming... Don't say it.
Hold your line.
Wayne picked up the receiver and dialed again.
The phone rang twice before Shiela, Wayne's sister, answered.
Hello.
Hey... How are you feeling?
I take it you saw the match?
Yeah. Sorry for the loss.
It's ok. I'll feel better in the morning. Scarlet still up?
Yeah, she's right here.
Wayne waited; he was patient. Couldn't hardly wait. Through the receiver, he listened in: "Your daddy's on the phone" Shiela yelled out loud. "My daddy!" Her little voice shouted; high pitched, exited, albeit curious. He could just see her, running down the hallway in those pink pajama's that we're too long for her; the skirt just dragging along, getting caught under her feet.
Hi, daddy.
Good evening, beautiful. How's Auntie Shiela treating you?
She won't give me ice cream.
Tell her to give you ice cream; tell her your daddy said so.
AUNTIE SHIELA, I CAN HAVE ICE CREAM!
Did your daddy say you can?
He heard from a distance.
Yes!
Are you sure?
MY DADDY SAID I CAN YOU FAT COW!
Jesus...
Wayne began to laugh.
What's so funny?
Scarlet just called Shiela a fat cow!
You-
Grinning now.
Can't blame her for being honest.
No you can't.
Tell her not to say that; isn't nice.
WAYNE!
You think she got that from us?
No... Maybe. You have that tendency to call women you hate cows.
Come on, I love your sister.
Scarlet.
Yes daddy?
Say sorry to Auntie Shiela.
Sorry Auntie Shiela.
Good girl.
Daddy, are you sad?
No.
Why?
I'm talking to you, why would I be sad?
Because you lost.
That happens.
I don't want it to; you should always win.
I try.
Do.
*
RWL Presents: Hardcore War
September 15, 1999
Wayne McGurk VS Payaso
Wayne and Payaso begin the match with blatant shots across the face. Wayne hits the ropes and charges into Payaso with a flying clothesline; Payaso motions out of the ring and Wayne hits the mat. Payaso stands on the apron; McGurk rises in the middle of the ring. Payaso climbs the ropes and takes down McGurk with a springboard dropkick. Payaso mounts McGurk and begins to pummel him with blatant shots across the skull. McGurk tries to block Payaso’s parade of shots; McGurk finds an opening and knocks Payaso in the chin and quickly locks on a Mandible Claw. McGurk tightens the grip on the claw as he uses the ropes to rise. McGurk pulls Payaso into him amd drops him with a DDT. McGurk makes his way towards the ropes, but finds Payaso beginning to rise. McGurk finds his spot, charges forward, and kicks Payaso in the ribs. McGurk heads up the turnbuckle. McGurk ascends the turnbuckle. Wayne scouts the ring; obviously setting himself up for his finishing headbutt. Payaso’s on both feet. Payaso charges towards the turnbuckle, rushes upwards, and tackles McGurk by the waist with a spear, sending both men to the outside. McGurk lands hard on his back; Payaso’s shoulder over him. The referee leaps over the ropes and begins the three count on Payaso’s favor.
1…
2… Wayne McGurk kicks out. Payaso pulls Wayne into the security rail with an Irish whip, but McGurk counters and Payaso takes the steel rail chest-first. McGurk reaches over the security rail and takes a steel chair from a fan. McGurk takes the chair overhead and drives into the back of Payaso. Payaso slowly drops to the ground and McGurk follows with another shot. McGurk motions towards his Hog. Wayne opens the pouch of the Hog and withdraws a rolled mass of barbed-wire. McGurk takes the mass overhead to reveal to the fans, but soon places the mass back into the pouch and flicks off the fans; Payaso takes him down with a clothesline from out of nowhere. Payaso takes the steel chair and slams it dead in the center of McGurk’s skull. Payaso picks McGurk from the ground and lifts him up on his shoulders. Payaso motions towards the entrance way and drops McGurk with a rolling Samoan Drop. Payaso walks through the entrance curtain and retreats backstage; McGurk trying to stand. Payaso returns with a ladder. Payaso scouts around, but McGurk is nowhere in sight. Payaso heads back towards the ring. Payaso throws the ladder into the ring and enters. Payaso stands alone in the middle of the ring. Wayne McGurk remerges; unbeknownst to Payaso. Wayne charges into Payaso and shoves him over the ropes and back into the outside. McGurk quickly motions out of the ring, motions towards a dazed Payaso, and powerbombs him into the timekeepers table. McGurk covers him…
1…
2… Payaso kicks out. Wayne takes Payaso up, but Payaso begins to battle back. Payaso, dazed, takes the ring bell and drops it on Wayne’s head. Payaso shakes his daze and lifts Wayne once again on his shoulders. Payaso motions towards the security rail and sends Wayne into the first few rows with a Spicolli Driver. Payaso hops over the railing, and meets a flying chair courtesy of Wayne McGurk. Payaso catches the chair, leaps into McGurk, and hits him with the chair. Payaso takes McGurk and pulls him deeper into the crowd. McGurk fires back with an elbow nudge on Payaso’s kidney. Wayne finds an opeing and proceeds forward with the charging Big Boot, Payaso ducks and the boot lands on the face of a fan. McGurk checks on the downed fans condition, Payaso takes advantage, and clips McGurk with a school boy.
1…
2… McGurk rolls over. Both men rise quickly and soon engage in a fist battle. Payaso takes a staple gun from his pockets and darts McGurk in the forehead; blood profusely pouring down Wayne’s face. Staff and officials soon rush to McGurk and escort him back to ringside. But Payaso shoves off security and jumps McGurk from behind. Wayne uses the security rail as leverage to rise. Payaso charges forwards towards McGurk with a flying clothesline, but McGurk catches Payaso and lifts him high above with a military press. McGurk drops Payaso; Payaso crashes downward; McGurk catches Payaso's head and drops him with a ddt; Payaso’s mid-lower half impaled on the security rail; McGurk using his patented Dead End. Payaso hangs on the security rail. McGurk grabs him by the tights and throws him over into ringside. McGurk goes for the cover.
1…
2…. Payaso kicks out! Wayne pulls the steel staircase; Payaso motions under the ring. McGurk turns and finds Payaso nowhere in sight. A garbage can wrapped around steel crashes on McGurk’s head. McGurk, holding on to his cranium, turns over to find Payaso hovering over him in the top rope. Wayne peers upwards; Payaso withdraws a bag of thumbtacks and drops them over Wayne McGurk like rain. McGurk tries to wipe away the thumbtacks and Payaso takes air, diving into McGurk with a rolling senton; taking the biker down. Payaso rises fast. Limping, he motions towards Wayne’s bike. He rips open the bike’s pouch and takes the rolled mass of barbed wire. He unwraps it as he ventures towards McGurk. He speards the barbed wire across him; both hands holding onto both ends. He charges forward and lunges into McGurk. He shoves a pair of fists into McGurk’s face. Payaso takes the barbed wire and runs it across Wayne’s forehead; busting Wayne wide open. Payaso rises whips the barbed-wire into McGurk’s back; the barbed wire embedded deep into McGurk’s skin- Payaso yanks it right off. Wayne McGurk screams in agony. The ref pushes Payaso always from McGurk; allowing Wayne to retreat back into the ring. Payaso shoves the referee out of the way, throws the barbed wire wad into the ring and motions in. McGurk takes barbed wire wad and wraps it around his fists; he hands the ball to Payaso, who does the same. Both men stand off, babred wire wrapped around their fists, and explode into one another in a fury of punches. Payaso leans in low, and nails McGurk with a low blow. Payaso takes the ladder and drops it on the mat. Payaso stakes out McGurk and drives him, head first, into the ladder with a Dragon Suplex. Payaso hooks the leg.
1…
2… Wayne McGurk kicks out. Payaso takes the barbed wire and wraps it around his head; a crown of barbed wire, and headbutt’s McGurk in the chest; the babred wire once again sinking deep into the skin. Payaso climbs the turnbuckle. McGurk stands and takes a chair. McGurk charges foward, and chrashes the chair over the barbed-wire crowned skull of Payaso; the barbed wire sinking deep into the skin of Payaso. McGurk follows with another chair shot across the skull; holy crap. Blood slowly drips onto mat from the barbed-wire laced forehead of Payaso. McGurk picks Payaso from the mat, but Payaso blasts McGurk in the eyes with mist. Payaso hooks McGurk with a reverse facelock and nails the tornado ddt; McGurk catches Payaso and crahses him into the mat with a Blister City Slam. McGurk wipes the mist off his eyes, as Payaso slowly gains ground. McGurk charges foward; Payaso charges foward; McGurk slowly raises his legs for the big boot; here comes Payaso. Payaso overtakes McGurk and clips him down with the schoolboy and motions for a leg lock, but McGurk pushes himself foward and takes Payaso's head and quickly locks on a front face-lock. McGurk rises and drops him with a gutwrench powerbomb. Payaso rolls his way out of the ring. McGurk, tires to drag him back inside the ring, but Payaso hits him with a chair shot. Payaso hops back onto the apron and quickly ascends the turnbuckle. McGurk throws himself into the ropes and Payaso takes the turnbuckle groin-first. McGurk rises to the second rope and spikes him into the canvass with a Dead End. McGurk covers him.
1…
2…
3…
The Winner: Wayne McGurk.
*
PAYASO STOOD ACROSS THE TV; he was watching. Staring ever so patiently at the static; shading the room with an erie mist of grey. Smiling, he stood in wait for the picture to come on again... Things come to those who wait and here he was; near him. Long ago, Payaso watched him stand outside his room smoking a cigarette. Leaning back against the pale stucco walls; chilling. Acting like he owned the damn place.
Alas... He could have spoken to him. Shared a cigarette, give him his name and all this would have been done with... Soon.
Can't hardly wait.
Bite me once and bite me again
Take my clothes and leave me alone in flesh
Now I drop instead- I surrender
Surrendering, I lay me down onto my bed of nails
-The task of which was yours
Let the snakes roam in my deepest, darkest orifice
May the maggots feast upon my carcass like ****s
-They call out my name
I hear you! Can you hear my cries?
I have waited long and I have watched you breifly
Now is indeed the time; serendipity of my will
Maybe you were always ready; waiting for me
All this time I have spent waiting... Waiting to redeem myself
When all I had to do was come to you; all over you
You are nothing but a cockroach covered in dog ****
All your saviors have vanished and only I can save you
- I, your punisher
Payaso shut the TV off; it was time.
*
Wake up...
The voice came to him rather softly. From where he was, it was too soon to open his eyes. He was comfortable where he was; arms outstretched like that. It was almost like he had the whole bed to himself. This was good. He felt something run through his chest.
Come on, let's wait 'til the morning, baby. Just wrap yourself around my arms...
His nipples got pinched.
Now you, really want to get me in the mood don't you?
Hand running through his lips. Man, he was getting in the mood.
Alright... Just know that I won't able to do much.
Man, this girl is fierce.
The lights went on. Reckoned it was the lamp on the night table. Slowly, Wayne opened his eyes to the sight of a bald headed Hispanic.
What the hell...
Wayne winked hard, could be a dream, and opened them again.
WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?
Slowly, he lurched his way over Wayne.
You don't remember me?
Should I?
Payaso; Basil Escudero DeLavarias... You "defeated" me a quite a few years ago...
Yeah... I remember you...
Do you?
Payaso struck him in the groin with his knee.
You!
Payaso knee'd him once more.
Do you remember me?
Yes...I beat you in some run down ****-hole in El Paso! Jesus-
Payaso slapped him across the face.
Blasphemy.
God damn it!
Slapped him again.
Can't you give a meing moment to wake up?
The room looked exactly like his motel room. If he wsn't in his, he was defiantly somewhere in the building.
Where's my wife?
In your room. Safe, sound, and asleep.
That answered things.
Why am I here?
Curious aren't we...
you; tell me.
Not yet.
Wayne sat up but found himself restrained. Payaso reached over and took a wad of duct tape. He covered Wayne's mouth and began jumping on the bed; increasing his height with every new bounce. Payaso takes air and lands over Wayne's sternum with a giant stomp... Son of a-
Theer followed up with a moonsault.
*
ing ashes. you poster, you!And yet despite that, he could not keep his eyes away. He didn't want to; nothing else was worthy of his attention. Payaso pressed himself against the supermarket window to give him a closer look; that was it. There he was. Payaso slowly cracked a smile, being this close to the poster. He looked at him... It's been so long; friend. Slowly he dragged himself to the center of the poster; little by little, inching his cheeks to his. Payaso's cracked smile came to full circle as he finally stood next to him; eye to eye, nose to nose, lips to lips- perfect. Upon his face, he was suddenly overcome with adoration... He felt raped.
Taking something from me again are you?
He liked it.
Like the fleeting euphoria of lust and infatuation, it was a feeling he decorated. For that, he worshiped him.
I hate you.
With his fingers caressing the glass, he read aloud, from the poster:
WFWF Presents Ascension
February 28, 2007
Live On Pay Per View
Check Local Listings For
Time And Availability In
Your Area
This was supposed to be mine...
Payaso turned his away; tears rolling down his face.
This is not the way this is supposed to be.
Adoringly, Payaso looked back at the poster; face-to-face with Wayne McGurk.
The Slahser...
Payaso turned away once again, but came back with a headbutt; crashing his bald skull against the glass. Everything amidst his presence stopped; all eyes looked upon him- men, children, mothers... Everyone.
With blood dripping down his skull, Payaso only smiled back at them. Payaso looked at the poster; blood falling profusely- catching the droplets with his tounge. Payaso motioned to the ground, glass scattered around him, took the poster and ran away.
Wayne McGurk Ascension RP: Payaso
WAYNE OPENED THE DOOR and let Vanessa into the room first. Amidst the darkness, the light outside shone through, giving way to four walls and bed- it was all they needed. For tonight. Wayne switched the lights on and shut the door as he came in; Vanessa already lay on the bed.
Driving for hours, this was the first stop they made. As soon as the match was done, Wayne took his gear from the time keepers table, drove backstage, picked up Vanessa and left. It was that easy. Taking the Harley ringside was one of the smartest desicions he had made in his career. Never cared for all the backstage bull ****. Done the job- go home. Unless there's an emergency, there's really no point in sticking around.
Made him proud because he earned his spot the old-fashioned way. Never stood around to kiss ass. Reckoned that was what made him Kyzer and Drakz' top guy. There was no bull ****. They knew what he could do and for that they brought him in- he was the lone hitman of the regime. They'd give him a target and he'd take care of it; no qualms, no questions. It was considered done.
It was practice and it made him good; so
ing good that it yielded him a raise and an upgraded title shot.And here he is.
He got tired of standing by the door and made his way towards the bed. He took a seat right next to Vanessa, who was busy kicking her shoes off her feet. It was scattered everywhere. Wayne gave her toes a good look; watching them squirming around. One little toe over taking the bigger one...
Cute.
Hey...
Hey...
Tired?
Yeah...
We were on the road for quite awhile weren't we?
For four hours, my love.
Five actually, the show ended at six.
Hmm... Doesn't seem that long anymore.
Vanessa unzipped her jeans, giving way to a good look of her panties; she's all mine. Staring into her forest-coated eyes, he drew his to her forehead and let the tips of his fingers gently graze through her locks of auburn.
Looking at her; that way, right there; brought him visions of the road. Strolling from one place to another like a wondering Jew. Everything out there changes, man. You could be passing through the smallest dirt-ridden, ****-hole of a town and then find yourself driving though the forest, surrounded by nothing but God-given serenity, only to find yourself right in the middle of the desert at dusk. If you drove fast enough man, you'd be by the waterfront before dawn. Everything's as constant as the weather. The only sure thing is asphalt. It never changes. And when it does, it comes back looking exactly as it did.
Wayne took the phone and started dialing.
Who are you calling?
Ben.
Ben Vega; their old manager. The phone rang three times; wasn't enough yet. When it came to calling the Vega residence, Wayne learned to let it ring. Normally, three times was enough as it was; not in the case of Ben Vega.
It rang.
And rang.
Again.
He wasn't being rude; just was the way it was.
And again...
you Ben, answer.....
Hello.
Finally.
Ben Vega, good evening.
Wayne. Just the person I needed to talk to? How are you feeling?
My back ache's and I can't swallow a damn thing. Other than that, I'm doing alright.
Good to hear.
So Ben, how are we looking tonight?
Very well as of ten this evening.
Is that so?
Indeed it is!
Can I get an estimation?
I wouldn't be able to give you anything concrete until the morning.
Could you at least tell me how we fared up?
We cleaned out. This is the best we've done since Superbrawl and the weeks leading up to it.
Ben, what did I tell ya'? Looking at this one, he and I we're both right on par; equal. Throw in the statistics, I was the odd's on favorite. Tonight was just like the last pay-per-view; Macabre was the safe bet.
And you beat him.
Exactly.
As for tonight, I looked at it in two ways:
I could beat him, lose a few thousand, but yield the title shot. Or I could lose, kiss the World Heavyweight title goodbye, for the meantime, and walk away with ten times more than I put in. The power was in my hands... What was there to lose?
Nothing.
I put up a fight. I just gave in and decided to give him the victory; I'm not going to appeal it.
How do you feel?
Justified in knowing I did my job.
That's good.
So how soon can you wire the money to me?
Tomorrow, late-afternoon. It'll take me half the day alone to collect.
In that case, Vanessa and I ought to be home by then. Just bring it there.
Sounds good; I'll see you then.
Good night Ben.
Same to you; send my regards to Vanessa for me.
Sure thing.
Bye.
Wayne shut the phone.
Wayne...
He knew what was coming... Don't say it.
Hold your line.
Wayne picked up the receiver and dialed again.
The phone rang twice before Shiela, Wayne's sister, answered.
Hello.
Hey... How are you feeling?
I take it you saw the match?
Yeah. Sorry for the loss.
It's ok. I'll feel better in the morning. Scarlet still up?
Yeah, she's right here.
Wayne waited; he was patient. Couldn't hardly wait. Through the receiver, he listened in: "Your daddy's on the phone" Shiela yelled out loud. "My daddy!" Her little voice shouted; high pitched, exited, albeit curious. He could just see her, running down the hallway in those pink pajama's that we're too long for her; the skirt just dragging along, getting caught under her feet.
Hi, daddy.
Good evening, beautiful. How's Auntie Shiela treating you?
She won't give me ice cream.
Tell her to give you ice cream; tell her your daddy said so.
AUNTIE SHIELA, I CAN HAVE ICE CREAM!
Did your daddy say you can?
He heard from a distance.
Yes!
Are you sure?
MY DADDY SAID I CAN YOU FAT COW!
Jesus...
Wayne began to laugh.
What's so funny?
Scarlet just called Shiela a fat cow!
You-
Grinning now.
Can't blame her for being honest.
No you can't.
Tell her not to say that; isn't nice.
WAYNE!
You think she got that from us?
No... Maybe. You have that tendency to call women you hate cows.
Come on, I love your sister.
Scarlet.
Yes daddy?
Say sorry to Auntie Shiela.
Sorry Auntie Shiela.
Good girl.
Daddy, are you sad?
No.
Why?
I'm talking to you, why would I be sad?
Because you lost.
That happens.
I don't want it to; you should always win.
I try.
Do.
*
RWL Presents: Hardcore War
September 15, 1999
Wayne McGurk VS Payaso
Wayne and Payaso begin the match with blatant shots across the face. Wayne hits the ropes and charges into Payaso with a flying clothesline; Payaso motions out of the ring and Wayne hits the mat. Payaso stands on the apron; McGurk rises in the middle of the ring. Payaso climbs the ropes and takes down McGurk with a springboard dropkick. Payaso mounts McGurk and begins to pummel him with blatant shots across the skull. McGurk tries to block Payaso’s parade of shots; McGurk finds an opening and knocks Payaso in the chin and quickly locks on a Mandible Claw. McGurk tightens the grip on the claw as he uses the ropes to rise. McGurk pulls Payaso into him amd drops him with a DDT. McGurk makes his way towards the ropes, but finds Payaso beginning to rise. McGurk finds his spot, charges forward, and kicks Payaso in the ribs. McGurk heads up the turnbuckle. McGurk ascends the turnbuckle. Wayne scouts the ring; obviously setting himself up for his finishing headbutt. Payaso’s on both feet. Payaso charges towards the turnbuckle, rushes upwards, and tackles McGurk by the waist with a spear, sending both men to the outside. McGurk lands hard on his back; Payaso’s shoulder over him. The referee leaps over the ropes and begins the three count on Payaso’s favor.
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2… Wayne McGurk kicks out. Payaso pulls Wayne into the security rail with an Irish whip, but McGurk counters and Payaso takes the steel rail chest-first. McGurk reaches over the security rail and takes a steel chair from a fan. McGurk takes the chair overhead and drives into the back of Payaso. Payaso slowly drops to the ground and McGurk follows with another shot. McGurk motions towards his Hog. Wayne opens the pouch of the Hog and withdraws a rolled mass of barbed-wire. McGurk takes the mass overhead to reveal to the fans, but soon places the mass back into the pouch and flicks off the fans; Payaso takes him down with a clothesline from out of nowhere. Payaso takes the steel chair and slams it dead in the center of McGurk’s skull. Payaso picks McGurk from the ground and lifts him up on his shoulders. Payaso motions towards the entrance way and drops McGurk with a rolling Samoan Drop. Payaso walks through the entrance curtain and retreats backstage; McGurk trying to stand. Payaso returns with a ladder. Payaso scouts around, but McGurk is nowhere in sight. Payaso heads back towards the ring. Payaso throws the ladder into the ring and enters. Payaso stands alone in the middle of the ring. Wayne McGurk remerges; unbeknownst to Payaso. Wayne charges into Payaso and shoves him over the ropes and back into the outside. McGurk quickly motions out of the ring, motions towards a dazed Payaso, and powerbombs him into the timekeepers table. McGurk covers him…
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2… Payaso kicks out. Wayne takes Payaso up, but Payaso begins to battle back. Payaso, dazed, takes the ring bell and drops it on Wayne’s head. Payaso shakes his daze and lifts Wayne once again on his shoulders. Payaso motions towards the security rail and sends Wayne into the first few rows with a Spicolli Driver. Payaso hops over the railing, and meets a flying chair courtesy of Wayne McGurk. Payaso catches the chair, leaps into McGurk, and hits him with the chair. Payaso takes McGurk and pulls him deeper into the crowd. McGurk fires back with an elbow nudge on Payaso’s kidney. Wayne finds an opeing and proceeds forward with the charging Big Boot, Payaso ducks and the boot lands on the face of a fan. McGurk checks on the downed fans condition, Payaso takes advantage, and clips McGurk with a school boy.
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2… McGurk rolls over. Both men rise quickly and soon engage in a fist battle. Payaso takes a staple gun from his pockets and darts McGurk in the forehead; blood profusely pouring down Wayne’s face. Staff and officials soon rush to McGurk and escort him back to ringside. But Payaso shoves off security and jumps McGurk from behind. Wayne uses the security rail as leverage to rise. Payaso charges forwards towards McGurk with a flying clothesline, but McGurk catches Payaso and lifts him high above with a military press. McGurk drops Payaso; Payaso crashes downward; McGurk catches Payaso's head and drops him with a ddt; Payaso’s mid-lower half impaled on the security rail; McGurk using his patented Dead End. Payaso hangs on the security rail. McGurk grabs him by the tights and throws him over into ringside. McGurk goes for the cover.
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2…. Payaso kicks out! Wayne pulls the steel staircase; Payaso motions under the ring. McGurk turns and finds Payaso nowhere in sight. A garbage can wrapped around steel crashes on McGurk’s head. McGurk, holding on to his cranium, turns over to find Payaso hovering over him in the top rope. Wayne peers upwards; Payaso withdraws a bag of thumbtacks and drops them over Wayne McGurk like rain. McGurk tries to wipe away the thumbtacks and Payaso takes air, diving into McGurk with a rolling senton; taking the biker down. Payaso rises fast. Limping, he motions towards Wayne’s bike. He rips open the bike’s pouch and takes the rolled mass of barbed wire. He unwraps it as he ventures towards McGurk. He speards the barbed wire across him; both hands holding onto both ends. He charges forward and lunges into McGurk. He shoves a pair of fists into McGurk’s face. Payaso takes the barbed wire and runs it across Wayne’s forehead; busting Wayne wide open. Payaso rises whips the barbed-wire into McGurk’s back; the barbed wire embedded deep into McGurk’s skin- Payaso yanks it right off. Wayne McGurk screams in agony. The ref pushes Payaso always from McGurk; allowing Wayne to retreat back into the ring. Payaso shoves the referee out of the way, throws the barbed wire wad into the ring and motions in. McGurk takes barbed wire wad and wraps it around his fists; he hands the ball to Payaso, who does the same. Both men stand off, babred wire wrapped around their fists, and explode into one another in a fury of punches. Payaso leans in low, and nails McGurk with a low blow. Payaso takes the ladder and drops it on the mat. Payaso stakes out McGurk and drives him, head first, into the ladder with a Dragon Suplex. Payaso hooks the leg.
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2… Wayne McGurk kicks out. Payaso takes the barbed wire and wraps it around his head; a crown of barbed wire, and headbutt’s McGurk in the chest; the babred wire once again sinking deep into the skin. Payaso climbs the turnbuckle. McGurk stands and takes a chair. McGurk charges foward, and chrashes the chair over the barbed-wire crowned skull of Payaso; the barbed wire sinking deep into the skin of Payaso. McGurk follows with another chair shot across the skull; holy crap. Blood slowly drips onto mat from the barbed-wire laced forehead of Payaso. McGurk picks Payaso from the mat, but Payaso blasts McGurk in the eyes with mist. Payaso hooks McGurk with a reverse facelock and nails the tornado ddt; McGurk catches Payaso and crahses him into the mat with a Blister City Slam. McGurk wipes the mist off his eyes, as Payaso slowly gains ground. McGurk charges foward; Payaso charges foward; McGurk slowly raises his legs for the big boot; here comes Payaso. Payaso overtakes McGurk and clips him down with the schoolboy and motions for a leg lock, but McGurk pushes himself foward and takes Payaso's head and quickly locks on a front face-lock. McGurk rises and drops him with a gutwrench powerbomb. Payaso rolls his way out of the ring. McGurk, tires to drag him back inside the ring, but Payaso hits him with a chair shot. Payaso hops back onto the apron and quickly ascends the turnbuckle. McGurk throws himself into the ropes and Payaso takes the turnbuckle groin-first. McGurk rises to the second rope and spikes him into the canvass with a Dead End. McGurk covers him.
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The Winner: Wayne McGurk.
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PAYASO STOOD ACROSS THE TV; he was watching. Staring ever so patiently at the static; shading the room with an erie mist of grey. Smiling, he stood in wait for the picture to come on again... Things come to those who wait and here he was; near him. Long ago, Payaso watched him stand outside his room smoking a cigarette. Leaning back against the pale stucco walls; chilling. Acting like he owned the damn place.
Alas... He could have spoken to him. Shared a cigarette, give him his name and all this would have been done with... Soon.
Can't hardly wait.
Bite me once and bite me again
Take my clothes and leave me alone in flesh
Now I drop instead- I surrender
Surrendering, I lay me down onto my bed of nails
-The task of which was yours
Let the snakes roam in my deepest, darkest orifice
May the maggots feast upon my carcass like ****s
-They call out my name
I hear you! Can you hear my cries?
I have waited long and I have watched you breifly
Now is indeed the time; serendipity of my will
Maybe you were always ready; waiting for me
All this time I have spent waiting... Waiting to redeem myself
When all I had to do was come to you; all over you
You are nothing but a cockroach covered in dog ****
All your saviors have vanished and only I can save you
- I, your punisher
Payaso shut the TV off; it was time.
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Wake up...
The voice came to him rather softly. From where he was, it was too soon to open his eyes. He was comfortable where he was; arms outstretched like that. It was almost like he had the whole bed to himself. This was good. He felt something run through his chest.
Come on, let's wait 'til the morning, baby. Just wrap yourself around my arms...
His nipples got pinched.
Now you, really want to get me in the mood don't you?
Hand running through his lips. Man, he was getting in the mood.
Alright... Just know that I won't able to do much.
Man, this girl is fierce.
The lights went on. Reckoned it was the lamp on the night table. Slowly, Wayne opened his eyes to the sight of a bald headed Hispanic.
What the hell...
Wayne winked hard, could be a dream, and opened them again.
WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?
Slowly, he lurched his way over Wayne.
You don't remember me?
Should I?
Payaso; Basil Escudero DeLavarias... You "defeated" me a quite a few years ago...
Yeah... I remember you...
Do you?
Payaso struck him in the groin with his knee.
You
!Payaso knee'd him once more.
Do you remember me?
Yes...I beat you in some run down ****-hole in El Paso! Jesus-
Payaso slapped him across the face.
Blasphemy.
God damn it!
Slapped him again.
Can't you give a me
ing moment to wake up?The room looked exactly like his motel room. If he wsn't in his, he was defiantly somewhere in the building.
Where's my wife?
In your room. Safe, sound, and asleep.
That answered things.
Why am I here?
Curious aren't we...
you; tell me.Not yet.
Wayne sat up but found himself restrained. Payaso reached over and took a wad of duct tape. He covered Wayne's mouth and began jumping on the bed; increasing his height with every new bounce. Payaso takes air and lands over Wayne's sternum with a giant stomp... Son of a-
The
er followed up with a moonsault.*
. Great stuff Wayne
