Post by veronicaaaahhhh on May 21, 2009 12:51:33 GMT -5
Wayne hated to leaving Vanessa and Scarlett. He reckoned it was only a one night thing, he could drive back home in the morning. Thank God for summer... There wasn't gonna be any excuses to not take Scarlett with them.
Wayne lay on the bed of a motel room that just as familiar and unsettling as his in-laws.
Wayne: I left my kid, I left my home, and a steady job for this... A life I had thought I left behind for good... All to appease an insatiable ego that wanted to justify itself... And what do I get for it? I get my daughter damn near harmed by a man I thought was my friend and my wife stuck in a match against a guy who's too chickensh*t to fight me...
Jesus Christ EBR, it'd be easier if you picked me... I haven't won a match in a year... There wouldn't have been much to fight.
But that's it isn't it? The reason I came back... Just to win one match and fill in a void some stupid void that happens to be missing in my life.
Wayne McGurk ain't the guy he used to be. He's tired and pissed. He just wants to win one match and go home.
Damn, I'm going to be doing this for awhile.
Thunder, I didn't get him at Battleground, so I reckon tonight's my night. He still has a lot to pay for. He turned his back on the open arms Kurt and I gave him. He put Vanessa in a match against EBR. Even if I don't pin him, he's still going to pay.
Yukio Blaze... Now there's someone who's actually earned my respect. He's a fighter, he doesn't stop... I have to give the guy that. It would be nice to face someone I respect, but not in the circumstances of a three-way-dance, but one on one... The best matches are usually among two people who happen to respect each other. There's a level of competition there, usually with both guy's trying to out to the other, often bringing out the better from both wrestlers.
One on hand, I'll be fighting someone I hate.
On the other, I'm fighting someone I respect.
An interesting mix... Makes for a good match. Its a shame only a couple hundred people are gonna see it.
Guess there's no point waiting here and talking to myself.
Wayne rose from the bed, took his keys from the night table, and headed out the door.
Wayne lay on the bed of a motel room that just as familiar and unsettling as his in-laws.
Wayne: I left my kid, I left my home, and a steady job for this... A life I had thought I left behind for good... All to appease an insatiable ego that wanted to justify itself... And what do I get for it? I get my daughter damn near harmed by a man I thought was my friend and my wife stuck in a match against a guy who's too chickensh*t to fight me...
Jesus Christ EBR, it'd be easier if you picked me... I haven't won a match in a year... There wouldn't have been much to fight.
But that's it isn't it? The reason I came back... Just to win one match and fill in a void some stupid void that happens to be missing in my life.
Wayne McGurk ain't the guy he used to be. He's tired and pissed. He just wants to win one match and go home.
Damn, I'm going to be doing this for awhile.
Thunder, I didn't get him at Battleground, so I reckon tonight's my night. He still has a lot to pay for. He turned his back on the open arms Kurt and I gave him. He put Vanessa in a match against EBR. Even if I don't pin him, he's still going to pay.
Yukio Blaze... Now there's someone who's actually earned my respect. He's a fighter, he doesn't stop... I have to give the guy that. It would be nice to face someone I respect, but not in the circumstances of a three-way-dance, but one on one... The best matches are usually among two people who happen to respect each other. There's a level of competition there, usually with both guy's trying to out to the other, often bringing out the better from both wrestlers.
One on hand, I'll be fighting someone I hate.
On the other, I'm fighting someone I respect.
An interesting mix... Makes for a good match. Its a shame only a couple hundred people are gonna see it.
Guess there's no point waiting here and talking to myself.
Wayne rose from the bed, took his keys from the night table, and headed out the door.
