Wayne McGurk Felo-De-Se RP: ALIVE!

STANDING THERE, Wayne knew he was waiting; knew he wanted to catch him off guard. Wayne looked right back at him, in nothing but the white towel he had running through his pits, and smiled; accepting the moment. It was here, and it wasn’t going to go away… was he doing here?

Good job out there; I was right on the money.

Thank you.

You see those jeans over there, the one leaning over the locker.

Sitting on the unfolded event chair, he turned his head back to the locker.

You want them?

Isn’t it obvious?
If you don’t mind.

Of course.

He stood and pulled the jeans away from the locker and threw them at him. Wayne caught the jeans with an open fist and put them on. Wayne walked over to his locker; just passing him through.

So, to what do I owe the pleasure?

I’m just here to check up on my investments.

And how are we looking tonight?

Very well, as a matter of fact! So, tell me champ, how does it feel? Eight months in, and you’re still going strong.

It feels ing good to be frank.

That’s good. It’s been a pretty good night for the Revolution so far?

So far it has.

Any post-show plans, if I may ask?

Its nine-thirty and we we’re just on our way out.

You aren’t staying for the main event?

I’ll just catch the replay, but I’m sure it’ll be an extraordinary contest.

It’s your loss.

Indeed it is.

So, where will the Revolution be heading out to? Incase, I feel like dropping by.

The floor’s all open; the more the merrier. We’re heading to the bar over at the hotel. I’ll have a couple beers with the guys, but that’s about it for me. I don’t know where they’ll be after that.

Private party with the wife, eh?

No. It’s more like a reward for a job well done.

Congratulations. But, man I have to ask. How do you do it?

Do what?

Wake up with the same broad every morning and not get board!

It’s essential.

Then I guess that not all men we’re created the same.

Indeed. We all live though a life that can only makes sense to our own.

Here’s!

He rose and walked toward the door. Holding the knob in the palm of his hand, with one foot stepping out, he retorts back in; leaving the door open.

Let me ask you something, how do you feel? Right now; in this instant.

Wayne looked back at him and stood.

Accomplished.

You must be proud of yourself?

I am.

He extended his hand out for a handshake. Wayne lurched in and took it.

I’m happy to hear that.

He looked at Wayne. There was this look upon his eyes, Wayne felt it man; this voice inside telling him to back away. It was paranoia. There was no danger here. He turned over, and swung a fist forward. Watching it come at him, Wayne nudged back as far he could, but found himself caught from behind by the wooden locker. There was nowhere to go. And it struck him- right there. A good solid right hook into the cheek bone. It stung; hard. Wayne hit the locker before slowly dropping to the carpeted floor.

It came from nowhere, and before he knew it, he took a Yakuza kick right in the center of his sternum; that boot shoving though his chest. Wayne screamed and gasped for every available breath of air. He pulled Wayne over to the center of the room- taking him by the hair; shoving kicks along the way.

He mounted Wayne and punched him in the nose; that bastard.

That Puerto Rican bastard.

I bet,
Panting.
That you’re just begging for a bullet; something just to end the suffering. Make things easy and done. But no. I withdraw you of the satisfaction.

He slapped him with a backhand. Looking down upon him, he laughed at Wayne; watching the crimson slowly drip over his face like tears. He took hold of Wayne’s head and pounded it onto the carpet; his head was shaking. Hard. Wayne’s body jerked over. He pulled Wayne by the hair once more and shoved his head back into the carpeted floor. He took Wayne over with a front face lock and flipped over with a bridge and cranked on his neck; hard.

Wayne passed out; he knew it was enough when Wayne didn’t detest. He let go.

Wayne McGurk lay face-first on the locker room floor; blood slowly dripping down his face. ThaCBT rose and straightened out his Armani suit. Slowly, not taking his time, he took a folded piece of cloth from a locker. Slowly, he unfolded the cloth and covered McGurk. Clothing him; almost caring.

Wayne McGurk was covered with the Puerto Rican flag.

Can you hear me?

I figured. Now McGurk, before you jump into any conclusions, this has absolutely nothing to do with Reverend Shadow; it’s got nothing to do with the Higher Authority all together. Hell, it has nothing to do with WFWF World Heavyweight Championship, or even that belt you hold so dear. Been there, done that. You catch my drift?

Now, I have had my fair share of losses; it’s the victory that keeps me coming back for more. There’s just so much unfinished business. I wake up in the middle of the night, there’s always something or someone I’ve got to get my hands on; it keeps me up. Thinking.

Wayne coughed aloud; spitting out a good gob of blood.

You may speak when spoken to.

Now you see, I’ve already accepted that by allowing myself to stand where I am, I may never fully step back into the ring at my young age; that could be me. But then I review the shows, and I see motherers like you.

As lucky as you are,
Looking down at Wayne.
Or were, I have never had the pleasure of meeting you face-to-face; inside or outside of the ring. It’s probably why you’ve been able to last as long as you have.

But this isn’t even about that.

It’s about respect. You expect it, yet you don’t deserve it. So I set that hit out on you.

But you see McGurk, it wasn’t easy as I had initially wanted. I didn’t want you dead; just more so off my roster. I can’t fire you because you hold the International Championship, not to mention the fact that you draw crowds.

It’s the waste of space on our roster that has always held me back in the WFWF; I was forced to compete on God damned popularity contest!

Literally.

Wayne McGurk, I do not like you. Although, it is rather obvious now, isn’t it? So I gave this so-called roster the opportunity to make good with one of the owners; brownie points. The same thing Kyzer and Drakz did with you. But just as I figured, no one here in the WFWF had the sack of balls to do a damn thing!

I sent this out with my own word and I would see it finished with my own hands. So, like a lamb to slaughter, this old farmer took you to the shed and shot you.

ThaCBT dropped before Wayne and brought himself close to Wayne’s face.

So with this one deed done, with my two hands, this issue is officially far from dead; if anything, it is now more alive than ever.

ThaCBT stood.

So, I want you get your worthless ass off my floor, and we get this carpet clean, which will be taken off your next paycheck. Afterwards, I advise you to adhere any and all responses made to you, checking your physical wellbeing.

Then, I want you to accept my invitation to review what just happened. Trust me, it’ll be worth showing your daughter a few days down the road.

So once again, I congratulate you on your victory tonight; you did good. I assure you that won’t be the last time you see and hear from me… And who knows, you might get your cup of revenge a little sooner than later.

ThaCBT walked away to find a crowd had gathered by the doorway. Vanessa McGurk stood in the center; her sparking emerald eyes locked on ThaCBT; pissed.

ThaCBT approached her,
Say hello to Scarlet for me.

ThaCBT walked away as Vanessa rushed to Wayne’s side; tears falling from her face.

MEDICS! WE NEED ING MEDICS!
NOW!

She took Wayne’s head upon her lap and kissed Wayne in the center of the forehead; tasting the blood. As far as Vanessa was concerned, it had become hers too.

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Wayne McGurk Felo-de-se RP: Alive

IT SEEMED SO CLOSE. Just looking from above, all he had to do was reach out and it would be his. That one specter of light we all look into everything. Tonight, it was his. And all his alone.

Slowly, he lifted himself off the bed; his joints were still sore and his muscles ached. He was awake now. And looking up upon it, staring right into the heavens; he wasn’t scared. He had his arms stretched out; ready to surrender himself to her; Luna. She was that close man, that she surrounded him. She was everywhere and it made the thin air thick.

Wayne shut off the heater and opened the windows and felt the coming of spring greet him in the cheek.

What can I do to beat you? Tell me please; this is all I have. On Felo-de-se, I will give myself and all the excess luggage that comes along with it. But even that won’t be enough. Reverend Shadow has divine intervention, I’ve got my hands; I’ve got ****.

Wayne McGurk turned away, and the full moon continued to stand still behind him.

The door opened; watching as the lights from the other side invaded the darkness. Slowly, Vanessa peered in; stepping in one foot at a time.

Hey.

Hey. You’re up?

It was about time, wasn’t it?

You’ve got an excuse.

Do I still?

You’re hurt, silly!

Aside from nagging spasms, I’m feeling pretty damn good.

Vanessa came close.

Are you?

I’m not entirely sure, really.

Whatever does that mean?

I don’t know.

So,
Vanessa, circling him; in the small black sheer dress, under those black shorts with nothing above, slowly running her soles through the hardwood, tipping her delicate fingers over his bare shoulders.
How do we know?

You tell me.

They kept everything at a distance; it was as if they were children; just wanna jump in, but you’re still playing it safe. He knew the game they we’re playing and where they were going to end up; he was having a little fun with her.

She went around him one last time and stopped before him.

Give me your hand; lay it out before me.
There was than devilish twinkle in her emerald-coated eyes.

He liked this game.

Wayne gave her his hand. They smiled; they couldn’t resist it- they weren’t in the mood to cover anything up. She pressed her thumb deep into the middle of his palm; massaging it. She released and spat on his palm; she was careful, didn’t just spit it out; she just parted her lips and let the saliva fall into his hand. She took her hand before him.

Your turn.

Wayne hocked a ing loogie.

Thanks.
Sarcastically.

She took her open palm over his open palm and gripped on tight. She raised it vertically and slowly drew away, stopping at the fingers. She stretched her fingers into his and clasped their hands shut.

Are you ready?

For what?

Thumb wrestling.

Wayne laughed out loud.

You’re serious?

Quite.

You know I can beat you, right?

Is that a fact?

Indeed it is.

Explain.

I’ve got my hand; it’s a powerhouse. I can easily adapt to any skill anytime I want. It doesn’t matter how hard you fight or what you do, I’ll catch it and make it my own.

The same with me; it just so happens that my little pigies are luchas. You can have your power and your ability to top whatever I’ve got, because I’ll be right there to top that.

Let’s see.

Wayne and Vanessa pressed their thumbs together. Licking her lips, Vanessa ran rand a finger of her open hand through their thumbs.

Go!

Their thumbs pulled away and clashed; Wayne pulling himself over Vanessa. Vanessa squirmed away and pulled her thumb over Wayne’s.

1.
2.

Wayne’s thumb rose above hers and shoved her away. Her thumb stood there, as Wayne’s reached over and crashed down upon hers; hard.

Oww!

1.
2.
Vanessa’s thumb squirming under his.
3.

YES!
Smiling now,
I told you.

Double or nothing.

Fine by me, babe.

And this time, I’ll throw in a wager.

Go on.

I win, you paint the Harley hot-pink, and you drive it down to the ring for a month.

What if I?

That’s all up to you.

I can have anything I want?

Yeah.

A kiss.

That’s all?

Pretty much.

Alright, let’s do it.

Come on.

They pressed their thumbs once more. Wayne broke the bracket and Vanessa jumped in and covered his thumb; pressing as hard as she could.

1.
2.
Counting fast.

Wayne withdrew his hand from the hold. Once again, Vanessa’s thumb stood there. Wayne covered it.

1.
2.

Don’t you dare.

I will dare… 3! Pour me some sugar baby!

You dick.

C*nt.

You cheater.

I know; who cares. Come one.

Vanessa drew close; Wayne leaned in. They pressed their lips together and kissed; simple. No tounge.

One last.

Same bets?

Oh, yeah!

Come on.

They pressed and tipped off. Vanessa clipped Wayne’s thumb down and pressed as hard as she could.

1.
2.
3.

Bitch!

Don’t be so glum.
Caressing his cheek with her hand, she kissed him.

Do I still have to paint my bike.

Quid pro quo, Mr. McGurk!

Vanessa released and walked past him. Slowly, she slipped herself off the sheer dress and let it fall into the floor. She took Wayne’s hand and laid herself onto the mattress.

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