Post by veronicaaaahhhh on Jun 28, 2006 3:10:00 GMT -5
Wayne McGurk: Midlife Crisis
It’s a little past sunset; brightness quite bleak in the sky above. Wayne McGurk stands in his cobblestone balcony overlooking Blister City. Wayne rests his shoulders in the cobblestone; a burning cigarillo and an open bottle of Tequila sit beside him. He watches over the city- in the apartment across his, he spots a woman brushing her teeth… Okay, any minute now. Wayne turns his head and takes a look around; good, coast seems clear. He sets his sights back on the woman, she’s still in front of her medicine cabinet; she’s a blond. She digs her arms around the hemline of her tanktop; time to see if she’s really a blond! She begins to pull the tank upwards and motions towards the ring, away from Wayne’s view; ****. She was a distraction anyway… What?
Wayne sends his gaze downwards- the streets have yet to crowd. It was quiet. It was nice. The grayness of the road is still visible. A returning feeling suddenly overcame him; the same surrendering notion that gives him the urge to smoke, drink, and
. He wanted to ride; he wanted to drive.
Wayne thought back to this little promo he saw the other night. Calvin Lee, his opponent on Odium, did this little vignette for their upcoming match. It was an obvious cheap shot at a passion…
Calvin Lee: “I hate these things; I am never wearing them again! Look what you made me do Wayne. Here I thought this biking stuff was cool, I thought you were cool with your biking ways but truth be told, biking wear sucks! You suck! This isn’t cool at all, just like you!”
God; what a tool! Lee’s comment on leather… There was a reason you have to wear leather on the road. A mental picture suddenly came to Wayne; thinking back once again to the vignette: Calvin Lee driving through the desert; the protective leather replaced with something Wayne could’ve sworn he saw on one of those damn Justin Timberlake videos… Lee’s driving through the desert, dressed like a complete tool. It’s cool, he’s cruising. A semi cautiously drives a few meters away from it, but Lee’s ego quickly gets to him. He’s got nowhere to go, but wherever it is, he’s got to get there fast. He swerves over to the right and over-takes the sixteen-wheeler. He turns back, laughs at the trucker; unbeknownst to him, the bike’s still swerving… Then he crashes. He safely lands on his side, but the velocity pulls him backwards and rolls him over; tearing his damn Timberlake ensemble apart; if only he wore leather.
Wayne:
Funny, Calvin. That wasing funny. I’m not sure weather you made that vignette to antagonize me or to make a total a**hole of yourself; either way, it’s a job well done. When it came to leather, the farthest I’ve ever got was this leather jacket and a pair of leather chaps; sure their faggy, but the damn things save you from engine burn and road rash. However, I do have to admit, Lee, you did look like a biker, alright. You looked like Freddy Mercury; looked the guy from the ing Village People! And those pants- Jesus, you had a lot of balls for wearing something as tight as that! Most of the time, the guys you see in the ring, wear synthetic leather, you know why? It’s because leather (especially something as tight as those) shrinks; and you were sweating like a Priest in a first grade class in an all boy’s school; you were sweating like a motherer! Come on Cal, can I call you that? Go with the flow, it works for you so much more than it works for me…
Wayne brings his attention to the blonde on the window- she’s out of sight. Wayne takes the cigarillo between his thumb and index finger, draws it to lips, and takes a smoke. Wayne takes another glimpse around the city, then ditches the cigarillo over the balcony. It's time.
*
It’s a little past the nineteenth hour, Wayne speeds around Blister City in his black Harley Davidson Hog. This is what it’s all about; the surrender, the freedom, and utter notion that an accident could send his life through another 180. Wayne drove straight away from the residential district, passing through a series of townhouses and chain-linked and picket fences before finally coming up McCready Avenue, the city’s overflowing downtown district; the suburban dwellings shifting into buildings (stucco, deco, industrial, commercial, concrete, brick…) and an overwhelming array of neon lights. Wayne’s rushing. The traffic ahead stops Wayne.
Wayne:
Be it as it may, you’re actually one of the few opponents I’ve got, that I’m actually looking forward to fight. A lot of change has come over me in these past couple weeks and I’ve learned what mistakes to avoid, although, it’s come to my full attention that I’m ironically doing what I’ve sworn against; but that’s alright. Were not so entirely different you and I. We’re both number one contenders for our own individual title, we’re both veterans in our own respect- I was the World heavyweight Champ over at UCW, while you were the XWA National Champion, you’ve got the hot’s for my wife, we both goted over by a (former) higher power, and we both think highly of ourselves; who can blame us? But you see you’re falling into the same pattern that had pretty much sealed my fate, unless you swallow some pride and become the least bit humble or lose to a rookie on a pay-per-view, and go through what can only be called an “early midlife crisis”!
Wayne slowly reaches deep into his pockets and withdraws a pack of Luckie’s. Wayne takes the box, tips it upside down, taps onto the bottom of the pack and withdraws a stick. He places the stick between his lips and digs deep into his pockets for a lighter, draws it towards his lips; left hand shading the lighter, and ignites the cigarette. Sweeting relief… ****, the light’s green. Wayne ditches the Lucky and flows away with the traffic. The flow of the traffic begins to slow Wayne’s speed- it isn’t what he wants, but just cruising around seems nice enough. The sun above him is now shadowed by dark clouds and the moon… Wayne takes a right, steering away from McCready. He drives towards the bay area. He parks the Hog and motions towards the water.
Wayne:
The question lingers: who has the brighter future? You see Cal, like I mentioned above were pretty much on the same boat. And with that said, I highly doubt either of us is willing to back down. The reason stemming from the fact that there is so much on the line for both of us! You’re the lucky one among us both. Cal, you got pushed down a couple steps in that spiral staircase we call our given profession. I, on the other hand, was thrown down several flights, and when I tried to stand, they threw me off theing staircase. I’m starting over from scratch, and Odium was just the beginning. I showed Cardinal, yeah, I actually took the time to learn the names of my opponents out of simple ing courtesy. I showed Cardinal that I was still that force no one wanted to around with. He made the mistake of jumping me before I got into the ring, and he paid for it tenfold. He had his chance to be the number one contender and he ed it up for being so damn cocky. You Cal, on the other hand, you were lucky. On Odium, luck was on your side… If there’s anything I can see it’s that come Odium, it’s not going to be that easy. For Christ sake, I’m pretty sure it’s what they had in mind when they booked the match. Because this is probably the highest ranking we’ve had on any WFWF card- second from the main event. With that said, if there’s anything expected of us, it’s a good match. Let’s just go out there, fight, and see whoever motions away as the victor. I can stand here and say that I’m gonna kick your ass and that I’m gonna walk out of Odium with a victory, but I don’t want to. Because maybe, just maybe, by some pure stroke of luck, I can win and me and you will have a pay per view quality match. The important things aren’t on stake; our rights to those belts aren’t on stake. But what’s on the line is that bitch they call pride and all the other **** that comes along with it.
Right now, that’s all I have to say. And that’s probably all that I’m going to say. For those listening in who felt that this little shoot lacked something, then I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I didn’t live up to any standard or expectation. But, I will not apologize for taking advantage of the common rule and expressing the way I feel. Way I see it, there’s nothing more or less I have to say!
Just remember: Leather Shrinks.
See you all at Odium.
Wayne walks back to his Hog. He raises the kickstand, and thrusts the Hog back to life. The sweet sound of the engine surrounds the hallow bay. Wayne takes his sunglasses from his jacket and puts them on. He takes a quick look around and drives off… Holy ****! Vanessa?
*
Fifteen minutes later, Wayne arrives home. Arrives to the sight of a flabbergasted Vanessa in the kitchen…
Vanessa:
You… like... pot roast?
What the hell? She knew he loved pot roast!
It’s a little past sunset; brightness quite bleak in the sky above. Wayne McGurk stands in his cobblestone balcony overlooking Blister City. Wayne rests his shoulders in the cobblestone; a burning cigarillo and an open bottle of Tequila sit beside him. He watches over the city- in the apartment across his, he spots a woman brushing her teeth… Okay, any minute now. Wayne turns his head and takes a look around; good, coast seems clear. He sets his sights back on the woman, she’s still in front of her medicine cabinet; she’s a blond. She digs her arms around the hemline of her tanktop; time to see if she’s really a blond! She begins to pull the tank upwards and motions towards the ring, away from Wayne’s view; ****. She was a distraction anyway… What?
Wayne sends his gaze downwards- the streets have yet to crowd. It was quiet. It was nice. The grayness of the road is still visible. A returning feeling suddenly overcame him; the same surrendering notion that gives him the urge to smoke, drink, and
. He wanted to ride; he wanted to drive.Wayne thought back to this little promo he saw the other night. Calvin Lee, his opponent on Odium, did this little vignette for their upcoming match. It was an obvious cheap shot at a passion…
Calvin Lee: “I hate these things; I am never wearing them again! Look what you made me do Wayne. Here I thought this biking stuff was cool, I thought you were cool with your biking ways but truth be told, biking wear sucks! You suck! This isn’t cool at all, just like you!”
God; what a tool! Lee’s comment on leather… There was a reason you have to wear leather on the road. A mental picture suddenly came to Wayne; thinking back once again to the vignette: Calvin Lee driving through the desert; the protective leather replaced with something Wayne could’ve sworn he saw on one of those damn Justin Timberlake videos… Lee’s driving through the desert, dressed like a complete tool. It’s cool, he’s cruising. A semi cautiously drives a few meters away from it, but Lee’s ego quickly gets to him. He’s got nowhere to go, but wherever it is, he’s got to get there fast. He swerves over to the right and over-takes the sixteen-wheeler. He turns back, laughs at the trucker; unbeknownst to him, the bike’s still swerving… Then he crashes. He safely lands on his side, but the velocity pulls him backwards and rolls him over; tearing his damn Timberlake ensemble apart; if only he wore leather.
Wayne:
Funny, Calvin. That was
ing funny. I’m not sure weather you made that vignette to antagonize me or to make a total a**hole of yourself; either way, it’s a job well done. When it came to leather, the farthest I’ve ever got was this leather jacket and a pair of leather chaps; sure their faggy, but the damn things save you from engine burn and road rash. However, I do have to admit, Lee, you did look like a biker, alright. You looked like Freddy Mercury; looked the guy from the ing Village People! And those pants- Jesus, you had a lot of balls for wearing something as tight as that! Most of the time, the guys you see in the ring, wear synthetic leather, you know why? It’s because leather (especially something as tight as those) shrinks; and you were sweating like a Priest in a first grade class in an all boy’s school; you were sweating like a motherer! Come on Cal, can I call you that? Go with the flow, it works for you so much more than it works for me…Wayne brings his attention to the blonde on the window- she’s out of sight. Wayne takes the cigarillo between his thumb and index finger, draws it to lips, and takes a smoke. Wayne takes another glimpse around the city, then ditches the cigarillo over the balcony. It's time.
*
It’s a little past the nineteenth hour, Wayne speeds around Blister City in his black Harley Davidson Hog. This is what it’s all about; the surrender, the freedom, and utter notion that an accident could send his life through another 180. Wayne drove straight away from the residential district, passing through a series of townhouses and chain-linked and picket fences before finally coming up McCready Avenue, the city’s overflowing downtown district; the suburban dwellings shifting into buildings (stucco, deco, industrial, commercial, concrete, brick…) and an overwhelming array of neon lights. Wayne’s rushing. The traffic ahead stops Wayne.
Wayne:
Be it as it may, you’re actually one of the few opponents I’ve got, that I’m actually looking forward to fight. A lot of change has come over me in these past couple weeks and I’ve learned what mistakes to avoid, although, it’s come to my full attention that I’m ironically doing what I’ve sworn against; but that’s alright. Were not so entirely different you and I. We’re both number one contenders for our own individual title, we’re both veterans in our own respect- I was the World heavyweight Champ over at UCW, while you were the XWA National Champion, you’ve got the hot’s for my wife, we both got
ed over by a (former) higher power, and we both think highly of ourselves; who can blame us? But you see you’re falling into the same pattern that had pretty much sealed my fate, unless you swallow some pride and become the least bit humble or lose to a rookie on a pay-per-view, and go through what can only be called an “early midlife crisis”!Wayne slowly reaches deep into his pockets and withdraws a pack of Luckie’s. Wayne takes the box, tips it upside down, taps onto the bottom of the pack and withdraws a stick. He places the stick between his lips and digs deep into his pockets for a lighter, draws it towards his lips; left hand shading the lighter, and ignites the cigarette. Sweet
ing relief… ****, the light’s green. Wayne ditches the Lucky and flows away with the traffic. The flow of the traffic begins to slow Wayne’s speed- it isn’t what he wants, but just cruising around seems nice enough. The sun above him is now shadowed by dark clouds and the moon… Wayne takes a right, steering away from McCready. He drives towards the bay area. He parks the Hog and motions towards the water.Wayne:
The question lingers: who has the brighter future? You see Cal, like I mentioned above were pretty much on the same boat. And with that said, I highly doubt either of us is willing to back down. The reason stemming from the fact that there is so much on the line for both of us! You’re the lucky one among us both. Cal, you got pushed down a couple steps in that spiral staircase we call our given profession. I, on the other hand, was thrown down several flights, and when I tried to stand, they threw me off the
ing staircase. I’m starting over from scratch, and Odium was just the beginning. I showed Cardinal, yeah, I actually took the time to learn the names of my opponents out of simple ing courtesy. I showed Cardinal that I was still that force no one wanted to around with. He made the mistake of jumping me before I got into the ring, and he paid for it tenfold. He had his chance to be the number one contender and he ed it up for being so damn cocky. You Cal, on the other hand, you were lucky. On Odium, luck was on your side… If there’s anything I can see it’s that come Odium, it’s not going to be that easy. For Christ sake, I’m pretty sure it’s what they had in mind when they booked the match. Because this is probably the highest ranking we’ve had on any WFWF card- second from the main event. With that said, if there’s anything expected of us, it’s a good match. Let’s just go out there, fight, and see whoever motions away as the victor. I can stand here and say that I’m gonna kick your ass and that I’m gonna walk out of Odium with a victory, but I don’t want to. Because maybe, just maybe, by some pure stroke of luck, I can win and me and you will have a pay per view quality match. The important things aren’t on stake; our rights to those belts aren’t on stake. But what’s on the line is that bitch they call pride and all the other **** that comes along with it.Right now, that’s all I have to say. And that’s probably all that I’m going to say. For those listening in who felt that this little shoot lacked something, then I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I didn’t live up to any standard or expectation. But, I will not apologize for taking advantage of the common rule and expressing the way I feel. Way I see it, there’s nothing more or less I have to say!
Just remember: Leather Shrinks.
See you all at Odium.
Wayne walks back to his Hog. He raises the kickstand, and thrusts the Hog back to life. The sweet sound of the engine surrounds the hallow bay. Wayne takes his sunglasses from his jacket and puts them on. He takes a quick look around and drives off… Holy ****! Vanessa?
*
Fifteen minutes later, Wayne arrives home. Arrives to the sight of a flabbergasted Vanessa in the kitchen…
Vanessa:
You… like... pot roast?
What the hell? She knew he loved pot roast!
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Small mistake I had to fix... Yeah, this interconects with Phoenix's RP.
