Wayne McGurk Felo-de-se RP: Temptation Eyes

Wayne McGurk Felo-de-se RP: Temptation Eyes

BLACK AND WHITE. From where he sat, he couldn’t tell if the ashtray was either half full or half empty; either way, the man knew he had too much too early tonight. He was back home. Wayne leaned back over the leather couch, as both his feet rested over the wooden coffee table; the only thing next to it was the damn ashtray. He was feeling good tonight. He wasn’t doing a thing- he was just living. Enjoying the space and enjoying the time. Had that old phonograph playing that old 45 of The Police’s “This Bed’s Too Big Without You”. It was the man’s interpretation of chilling; it was cool. And not in that way the media defines it, no way man. This was the real cool, the kind men like Frank Sinatra and Johnny Cash established- calm, collected, and powerful.

Wayne saw the other pack of Camel’s, still unopened; a virgin. Wayne took his time to contemplate on whether he should open the damn thing or not. I mean, he’s this far, what damage could another… ‘couple more do? If he isn’t going to take it, it’s just going to continue lying there. Christ, he’s going to smoke it eventually. What’s the point of withholding? Nothing, abso-ing-lutely nothing. Ain’t like’s he’s hurting anyone, second hand smoking is avoidable. Don’t want the smoke or the little secretions of nicotine, then get the out!

Wayne opened the pack and lit another stick; brought the lighter close to him- felt the heat before his face. Wayne reached over and dimmed down the lights; the lighter was pretty much the only sense of light around. Wayne appreciated the Police’s music for all it’s worth, but aside from what you heard on the radio, some of their songs could really around with your mind; a reggae band whose lyrics were actually perfect for stoners. That one “Every Breath You Take”, yeah man, that was one ed up song. What was even more ed up about it was the fact that people consider the song to be the most romantic song ever made; even go so far as to have it played for the weddings. That song’s about a stalker. It doesn’t matter if he’s ing the girl or not, he’s watching her, every minute, every moment, every day. She’s his only reason for living. It’s ing creepy- living with that sense of surveillance. The only thing romantic about the song was the music. If someone read the lyrics before ever hearing the song, they would be scarred ****; with good reason, too. It’s just the same as “Can’t Stand Losing You”; what was that lyric?

[glow=red,2,300]I guess this is our last goodbye
And you don’t care, so I won’t cry
But you’ll be sorry when I’m dead
And all this guilt’ll be on your head
I guess you’d call it suicide
But I’m too full to swallow my pride

I can’t, I can’t
I can’t stand losing
I can’t, I can’t
I can’t stand losing
I can’t stand losing you[/glow]

Jesus… He was going out
*
Felo-de-se is upon us and for the first time, The Revolution shall arise in full circle. Like many things, The Revolution started small, and yet, they took the WFWF Orgy Titles and held onto them until the final straw. You can say what you want about Kurt Burton, but that man is a fighter. And when Kurt made the invitation, I accepted it because I know, that in the annals of Professional Wrestling, the Revolution will none be one forgotten.

Like all the other stables you see out there, superiority is our goal.
Unlike all the other stables, we all bleed loyalty to our cause. Because in this hour, a great change must fall over the wrestling world, and we’re here to make sure it happens. And if there’s anything else that bleeds through our God-forgotten hearts, it’s the love we have for the sport of Professional Wrestling; it’s the water that binds us.

Felo-de-se, is only the prequel.

Now, if there’s anything I’m personally comfortable about it’s that I will taste new blood. I don’t know if anyone’s noticed it or not, but for the past several weeks, I’ve been fighting the same people over and over. There’s nothing wrong with that, because if anything can build a good wrestling match, it’s history. But after awhile, you start to build a feel for a given opponent; you know what their going to do next. But that’s the challenge right there, as the opponent you strive to conjure new ways to survive against the man you can’t beat. And as the defender, you face the greater challenge of being ready- and that is why I am not a man of presumption.

If there’s anything I want most, it’s a challenge. I want to be unsure again, because it’s that lack of professional security that drives me. I’ve got the International Championship, and I want more. But that’s not what I’m facing today, now is it? I’m facing a little new blood for a damn change. I have nothing to lose; I’ve only got experience to gain.

Lee, now despite that fact that we’re don’t like one another, I respect you. And whether it’s mutual or not, it doesn’t matter. On SuperBrawl, I took that victory you claimed yours, and on the Odium that followed, you had the chance to both over and I over, but you didn’t; how I know how much you wanted to. It was supposed to be your second change, mono-e-mono- the opportunity to make things right and walk away champion. And I denied you that feeling; never take things personal, because I did, what I had to do. Before our first encounter, I asked you who among us had the brighter future. And to this day, that question has never been answered. I may have the belt today, but that don’t mean that I’ll have it tomorrow; through different fences, we’re on the same side. I know what you can do and you know I- let’s try something new for a change.

Miguel. You’ve been around, and yet, we have never spoken a single word to each other. You’re a great talent, a little misguided, so I have but one thing to say to you: stop being Reverend Shadow’s bitch and stop kissing the ass of Higher Authority! You want to make something of yourself, then do the job until you get it right. It’s how I learned.

Ice Queen… Good luck.
*
THE TAVERN ACROSS the street was one like many Wayne had become a regular to; it was wooden furnished, and anyone was welcome. He hated those upscale **** hole nightclubs, that seemed exclusive to egotistical a**holes who thought highly of themselves and elusive to everyone else; how do those ers make money? He came into the bar hearing pub chatter and Fleetwood Mac’s “Dreams”; standard music. He also noticed that the smoking ban didn’t apply here, so he reckoned he’d fit right in.

Wayne took a seat before the counter. The bartender came over, and Wayne ordered a glass of Jack Daniels Black. He took the pack of Camel’s from his breast pocket, placed a stick between his lips and lit it. The drink came over as she turned to him.

Hey, you got one to spare?

Yeah.

Wayne held the box before her, and she took a stick in that way a woman doesn’t know is sexy, but really does; being oblivious. Wayne offered her the lighter, but she held out her hand as to reject it. She motioned for her purse, and as she did, Wayne took a look at what she had: a glass of bourbon and a glass of water. She ruffled through the purse and took out a small lighter; less than an inch in height and with, white over red lines, and had a couple penguins in the front. She brought the lighter before her and lit it in that sexy way; again.

She had a mink coat on; over what Wayne guessed was a black dress. She had her hair straight, dark red.

So, what do you have there?

Jack Daniels Black; neat.

Apparently so!

What about you?

A White Lion and a glass of water.

Wayne took his glass and brought it forward.

Cheers.

She raised hers.

Cheers.

Their glasses tipped.

Thank you.

For what?

Being someone to drink with.

You’re welcome.

Let me ask you something.

Go right ahead.

How long can you hold onto a drink?

It depends. Why?

As much as I love the taste of a nice drink, I can’t help but restrain myself from totally taking down the drink.

I don’t think I follow.

Okay.

She pulled her hair back behind her ear lobes; sexy.

Let’s say you have an iced tea, and you have absolutely nothing else to do but drink it.

I think I know where you’re going with this…

Yeah. So, before you know it, you’ve drank the entire glass. You got it to enjoy it, you’ve done it… But it was too fast. God, I just don’t know how to put it into words.

Don’t worry; I know where you’re coming from.

Do you?

Yes. The only hazard here is that we’re dealing with the alcohol.

Exactly! A little water wouldn’t hurt as well.

Apparently.

She giggled and extended her hand.

I’m Teresa Gillespie.

McGurk. Wayne McGurk.

Bond.

They we’re flirting. It was obvious. Man, better back away while you can. Wait, their both ing adults. It’s just a little flirting; ain’t going to lead anywhere. You know why? Because it wasn’t. Wayne’s got the cards tonight. There isn’t anything wrong with it.

So, what do you do for a living?
Had to start somewhere.

Ask me that one again a little later. What about you; what do you do?

I’m a wrestler.

Teresa took a moment to check him out.

Apparently so, Martha.

What?

Huh? Never mind.

Teresa sipped the White Russian.

So, is it true?

Is what true?

That… Come on, you know…

No, I don’t.

That it’s all fake…

The man got stymied. It hurt.

No it’s not.

So, then I guess it’s just your little paramour.
What was she on?

Look, you’ve got no idea what you’re talking about.
He was getting serious now.
Every time I step into that ring, I put my body and my entire life on the line.

Oh Martha, you have no idea how many times I’ve heard that one before.
That ing bitch; he gave her a smoke!

Don’t call me that!

Wayne took the whisky and motioned out of the stool.

If it was as real as you say it is, then you wouldn’t get all hot and bothered; actions speak louder than words.

He walked away.
Yeah, take time to ing contemplate over that one. What the am I saying now?

Hey Wayne…

He turned to face her; damn, she had him.

And as the band on the platform began their set, Teresa just looked back at him. Wayne noticed a woman walk on the stage, a brunette, and take the microphone stand in her arms. The music began to play, jazz with a hint off swing and rock, and there was Teresa; had the mink coat lowered down below her shoulders- revealing a little skin, white, over a thin black strap. She let the cigarette hang down on her lips; held it loose- the woman on stage now singing “Shadow Boxer”; Wayne knew - damn. He had to go, now.

[glow=red,2,300]Once my lover, now my friend
What a cruel thing to pretend[/glow]

She flicked her wrists in circles.

[glow=red,2,300]What a cunning way to condecend
Once my lover, and now my friend[/glow]

She took her arms over head, smiling; circles growing bigger. And like a bull rope, she was trying to reel him in. He didn’t know what it was, but he just felt himself being drawn to her now; slowly but surely.

[glow=red,2,300]Oh, you creep up like the clouds
And you set my soul at ease[/glow]

Let me ask, what’s your secret.

[glow=red,2,300]Then you let your love abound
And you bring me to my knees[/glow]

She let her fingers call him closer.

[glow=red,2,300]Oh, its evil, babe,[/glow]

He was right before her.

[glow=red,2,300]the way you let your
grace enrapture me[/glow]

Closer.
She murmured.

She was close this time, her lips right over his ear.

Do you want to know?

He could feel the heat of her breath grace over his cheek.

Yeah.

Do you really want to know?

[glow=red,2,300]When well you know, I'd be insane[/glow]

Do I like rhetorical questions?

Nice one.
He could smell her. She was sweet; soft, gentle… like powder.

My secret’s simple Wayne. It’s just the little diamond between my legs.

[glow=red,2,300]to ever let that dirty game recapture me[/glow]

They were close now.

How does this sound to you, we’ve got no business here.
[glow=red,2,300]You made me a shadowboxer, baby
I wanna be ready for what you do[/glow]
So, I suggest coming back with me to my place. There’s no need to lead me to yours; it’s nothing personal, I’m just more comfortable in my place.
[glow=red,2,300]I been swinging all around me
'Cause I don't know when you're[/glow]
I’ve got a nice frosty bottle of Smirnoff in the freezer and red satin sheets in my bedroom, something I can promise you.
[glow=red,2,300]gonna make your move[/glow]

They leaned in closer; red sheets. Red sheets. Red sheets; damn it. He couldn’t do this, but he could.

Could you please excuse me?

Sure, but don’t take your time.

Wayne ran across the bar and into the restroom and locked himself inside a stall.

Wayne placed the lid over the toilet and took a seat. He couldn’t do this, but he couldn’t let her down like that; he was having fun. And he’s not supposed to. Despite all her shortcomings, there was something about her, man. She lit his fire. She’s not supposed to, because Vanessa already does that. He wanted her, but he also wanted Vanessa; wanted them both. But he wanted Teresa more; she was similar, the act itself is similar, but she’s different. She’s new.

Wayne thought about drinking it off, but rejected the idea. Can hard liquor cure lust? Just barely. He wants her all for himself… He can’t drink it off, because he’ll probably just end up with her. There has to be away to solve this. Wayne massaged his face, thinking deep for a solution. Couldn’t just run- he should, but he won’t let himself.

GOD DAMN IT!

Wayne threw his arm against the wall, and he saw the solution in his hand. If he can’t have it, then can damn well express it! Relive himself from the agony. But not here, on the other hand he’ll be walking around with a loaded gun. . He needed to go home.

Wayne quickly left the bathroom as the band began another song. He knew this song; he knew it all too well. He looked at the platform and saw the vocalist smile at him; there was a twinkle in her green eyes. He had to leave.

[glow=red,2,300]He’s got something that moves my soul
And he knows I'd love to love him.
But he lets me down every time
Can't make him mine he's no-one's lover
Tonight…[/glow]

Grass Roots cover, “Temptation Eyes”.

[glow=red,2,300]with me he'll be so inviting
I want him all for myself[/glow]

Wayne stood across the dance floor, turned and saw Teresa coming his way now.

What are you running from?

[glow=red,2,300]Temptation eyes looking through my-my-my soul
Temptation eyes, you got to love me
Got to love me tonight[/glow]

Why do you want me?

That’s a rather frank question.

Just answer me.

Come close to me then.

Wayne walked forward as she quickly hooked him into her.

I knew exactly who you were from the moment you walked in here.
[glow=red,2,300]His wild-eyed innocence is just a game
But just the same my head is spinnin'[/glow]
I’m going to be honest with you here, because I really do want you. And I do want you to think of me as some ing tramp who spreads her legs open for any man who walks in;
[glow=red,2,300]He’s got a way to keep me on his side
It's just a ride that's never ending[/glow]
I want someone who can match up to me for a change, and you’re that man- the alpha.
[glow=red,2,300]Tonight with me he'll be so exciting
I want him all for myself[/glow]
Now, there’s only one way to get through it and that’s my way.

Wayne scoffed.

Don’t make this so hard for yourself; we both want the same thing.
She held his hand in his.
What’s keeping you bound?

She groped her fingers over his and felt the ring.

[glow=red,2,300]Temptation eyes looking through my-my-my soul[/glow]

Just staring back at him…

*
He took her home, and in that bed of scared, he made love to her. He was still awake, it was eleven past five. Wayne knew it was inevitable and went on with it any way; it was the plan.

Teresa Gillespie?

Yeah.

That’s all you think of?

Come on, it’s sexy.

It is, but why Gillespie?

I just so happen to like my maiden name.

Hmm… Vanessa Gillespie. Haven’t heard that name in awhile…

Neither have I- it defiantly beats McGurk!

Oh, that’s cold.

Isn’t it?

You really drove me crazy back there…

I know.

Martha… God!

Let’s say, we weren’t pretending. And there was another woman there, would you’ve taken her?

Maybe.