Wayne McGurk FDS RP: Alive

WAYNE LAY FACE-FIRST on the canvass- what the just happened? Something clipped him at the throught; that was as much he knew. He tilted his head sideways slightly; he needed to breathe and it was the most he could do. He took short breath's as he felt the canvass bounce; something was happening. Then suddenly, a force took him from the side and pushed his body over- he was now laying on his back as a hughe block of weight crashed onto his sternum; , that hurt. He opened his eyes to be met by the gleaming aura of the arena lights shining blindly overhead. The mat bounced once more; more a thud this time around. He turned to find Justin rolling out of the ring... A sudden notion came over him; something was wrong. There was something he was oblivious to, something was happening, and he knew he had the power to end it; he needd to do something, but could not comprehend as to what. , he was running blanks. He looked over and Reverend Shadow was lying over him; something was forming. The referee's hand dropped and slapped the mat; it was clear... Come on, don't you dare let this be the last; gimme one more. Wayne watched as the referee raised his arm up once more; this was it. His next-or-final shot; couldn't let this one slide. The referee let it fall. He had to move, but he could not conjure the command to summon the power of his muscles; paralyzed. Turned into nothing more than a God damned cripple. Wayne flinched his arms to absoloutley nothing, or at least he thought he did. The referee hit the mat, and just as soon, the bell rang and Shadow's music hit the P.A. system. Shadow beat him... And with what?

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WAYNE WAS WATCHING THE tage again; it was the fifth straight night. It was Wayne's first lost in nearly three months. It was that thought she took to bed with her, and she was still wake; lying there. Beside him. She lay on her side, her eyes barely shut; glancing every now and then at the falling snow on the otherside of the window. It was half past one in the morning; Conan just ended... Should've just slept on the sofa. The lights were drawn, and they kept the heater on medium and left the windows a up a few inches to catch the winter breeze. She opened her eyes, glanced at the TV, and again, for the hunderth time, watched Wayne get knocked down with that damn clothesline; then feeling the bed tremor*, with what could only be described as Wayne's annimosity. He didn't need to say single word to her, she knew what was going on; feeling whenever he was near... Couldn't you just imagine why she couldn't sleep? He was scared and unsure; she felt that.

The son of a bitch.

By Friday, the guy couldn't shake it off any longer- it was getting to him. And when it got to him, it got to her. Becoming an unreasonable bunghole to live with. He was afraid of facing Reverend Shadow and that was a fact.

She wanted to dare him; antagonize him to the point of submission. She was awake, and so was he. It was easy. she could just sit up and switch on the lamp- switch it on low, it would take more than a lightyear before her eyes could get used to the light. But yeah, get up and call him out.

You're afraid of Reverend Shadow aren't ya'?
He could look back at her; shocked. Just trembling even more.

Wayne when are you going to stop lying to me... You know aswell as I do that everything that happened over the past three weeks came on account of your own hand! There isn't a bounty because the Vagracy, Higher Authority, and whatever else is out there isn't an issue. You just needed to buy yourself time, and now you're freaking out 'cause you lost it!
He'd be rendered speechless.

And don't you dare, don't you dare...
Really giving it to him now.
Take it out on Scarlet and I; it's your crap, deal with it!
He wouldn't know what to say and she would just laugh at him.
You're scared aren't you? You, this big man; the powerhouse of the Revolution. Mr. International Champion- cut down size; left all by yourself. You aren't so tough at all aren't you?
Taunting him now; brining out that sharp, often hurtfull, Gillespe wit.
Come on Wayne. Wayne McGurk, you bad ass-Harley riding- **** eatin' Cigarette smoking- Hard drinking- Son of a bitch! You are just like a woman; a bitch. That's all you are, a scared little whiney bitch... And to think I married you. Obo's more a man than you'll ever be- he's proven it.

Vanessa set herself back... That was too far.

How could I have conjured something so awful?
She whispered, gently, to herself. The thought alone of bringing up the memory alone brought back a shroud of emotions; she was angry, scared, bitter, and hopeless all over again... And she brought it upon herself this time.

No.
She shook it off and brought herself back to what was important.

She'd make a dive for his crotch now. Shedding herself off polyester sheets; just leaping before him in her nighty.

Show me your ****. Come on, my darling husband, show me your ****!
Shoving herself right before him like Salome.

Now she lay confused. She didn't know whether she wanted to taunt him or shake him. No, she wanted to shake him; get him out of this and bring him somewhere far from this. But at the same time, she wanted to taunt him; give in and just be bitch- kicking the one she loves most in the crotch while he's down. She wanted to do both.

She held back and closed her eyes.

This was getting rediculous.

She got up; her palms on the mattres, holding her up.

Wayne.

She turned the lamp on to find him leaning agains the headboard; the remote tucked tight on his right hand.

What?
Not quite chatty. Serious; silent, yet strong.

I love you.

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HE LET THE TAPE run its course as they made love. He figured then, she'dve been sleeping tight before she came at him. Leaving the tape to rewind, he thought back as to when she pressed her lips against his. Kissing him, she'd pull away every now and then to lay a breath over his face; taking time away from the circle of heat over their lips. He'd come back to her and pullher; then find her lingering under his grasp. It was when she drew her hand against the rim of his jaw, his hand lost somewhere beneath the sheets, did he know it was time; he felt her, she was ready. He saw that dreamy look upon her dace when he came to mount her. He tipped the ashes of his cigarillo over the carpet as he remembered Vanessa taking his calous-laced hand on on her palm; closing her eyes as he plunged slowly into her- her eyes tipping shut, her heavy breath's, that look across her face, and the way her whole body jerked over to single small touch.

She gave herself to him. She gave him what he needed; she was being a wife. Her head rested upon his chest as she lay curdeld in his arms. Wayne put the cigarillo on the night table as he looked at her; watching her sleep. Resting...

Thank you.

She really loves him... She showed it; needing not a single word. Gently, he kissed her cheek; this was living. She wriggled under his arm and turned away. Wayne stretched his arms outward and watched Vanessa slowly roll away from his arms, feeling her slide over him, and turn over to her side. Wayne lookd at her for one last time before he rose off the bed.

Slowly, he motioned before the TV and shut it off; he was ing sick of watching himself lose time after time. Now there was darkness. And in the darkness, Wayne traced the shadows and followed it to the Ottoman; the clothes he wore the night before spread over the surface. Wayne took his jeans, the same one's he wore on SuperBrawl, and threw them on.

Wayne took the white t-shirt and motioned back to the night table for his cigarillo.

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WAYNE FOUND HIMSELF STANDING on the edge of the highway. Wayne was no stranger to the terrain; he spent a good portion of his years driving up and down the highway. Coming and going, it would never change. In a life of constanst motion, he land he'd tread through always stayed the same. Through his earliest days slaving for pissant independent promotions to the WFWF; through his all his girlfriends, April Lee to Vanessa Gillespe; the road remained unfased.

Reverend Shadow, you don't know how long I've waited for this. Four months came to pass before I met you once again; once again, in the fighting presence of a third party. Lucky for you I was not at my personal best; knowing that must have come to your advantage. Macabre, was intimidating in his size; that was all he had. And like anyone else, you saw that, just like I did, and you took that upon your self; for that, you garnered your victory. Although, had it not been for my lack of medication, the final result may have been different otherwise; I would have won. And you know it. You see Reverend Shadow, you and I are the pinnacle of the WFWF; there is no greater force outside us both. And that is why me meet again at last.

I'll admit it, because for a second there, I was scared. I was scared to face you because you have beaten me, and because I've never been able to lay you down for the three count. I put myself aside and I told myself that there was no chance in hell that I can ever beat you and it blinded me. But as I look at it now, with everything clear before my very eyes, you and I, my challenger-my friend, are a lot alike. This is an even set match; as I stand here, I don't know what you're up to. But I will make the first strike; here I am. On your mark- take your shot.

Reverend Shadow, you are indeed my one true test. I've beaten you once before and I can do it again; I just need my God with me.

So this is all I have- FIGHT ME!

With dawn closely approaching, Wayne McGurk brought himself to the middle of the road; a premeditated destiny brought about from a hasty decision- he was ing tired of waiting. A sudden burst of wind collided against the drapes of brown over his head. He closed his eyes for a brief moment there, relaxed, and allowed the wind to flow through him; buttoned his flannel half way up as he proceeded back to the Harley

He stared foward, there was nothing there but a long stretch of road adorned with a siries of phone lines and electrical wires; where did it end? And how far was it to the next county? There was only one way to know, he had to go. Then, looking at it, it was all he'd ever done; it just came to him, one way or another, in a different manner everytime. If he hadn't presisted on account of curiosity, he wouldn't be able to stand around and talk about it; let alone look back.

He was taking too much time thinking.

He was wasting time, when he could've been doing.

What was there for him to do?

Drive.

Go, you er, go!

As he ventured foward, Wayne looked above to the ever changing night; there was something new with every foot he drove.

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I, I am the man; I am the knight
I am the one that nothing shall stop
The destructor of reigns
It is your fate, in my hands
I am the master of the ring
Ruthless, is my name
Relentless, is my game
So come, if you dare
There's no one beside you
When you shout my name
In your eternal submission

The Disciple has risen

Bishops, of the end, steep in prayer once again
They pray, everyday, for the souls the Disciple shall take
- There's no place to run
Run away to the light
- Deep in the night
It's your salvation that blinds you
Nothing can save you

The Disicple has risen
He'll be riding beside you
When the Disciple has risen

I AM THE END!
I AM THE KING!
Don't dare forget
There's blood in my hands
And pain is my feast
And violence is my lair
And I have come to take your's away

IT IS MINE!

I, I am the man; I am the knight
I am the one that nothing shall stop
The destructor of reigns
It is your fate, in my hands
I am the master of the ring
Surrender; forbiden
Your struggle is my play
Your body is my reap

The Disciple has risen.