Vanessa "Phoenix" McGurk RP: Fleur De Lys

Vanessa “Phoenix” McGurk Felo-de-se RP: Fleur De Lys

Vanessa stood by the edge of the water; peering on forward, just waiting for her pretty little face to reflect over the water. It was the night time. Vanessa knelled before the harbor and lightly drew her fingers along the edge; almost barely tipping the grace of seawater. Vanessa swirled her fingers along the water as she looked above, the sky was clear and the moon shone brightly a quarter through.

Vanessa scouted the area on all side from where she was; the coast was clear. Her emerald-coated eyes lit up like the stars that gazed over her. Vanessa dragged herself closer to the water, and slowly, she closed her eyes. Her feet tinkered over one another; left foot grazing over her right leg. She dug her delicate fingers deep into the planked wood and took hold of whatever she could take in a handful. Her left foot slid down her right leg and parked before her ankles. Smiling now, she tipped both her heels together, and gazed her right over left. She clicked them together and pulled her right heel over the left; her bare feet slowly slipping out her shoes. Slowly, she lifted her right leg, removed her other shoe, and threw it over; albeit discarding it.

Vanessa parted her lips, breathing through. Gently she lowered her toes down.

I, I am one. I am Phoenix; forever more.

Life, it’s a very funny thing. One thing I’ve learned is that we never know what to expect from it, and that what we often see as an unfortunate twist of fate, is actually the greatest thing to ever happen to us. I know it, because that’s how I’ve lived my life since I was a child. It’s just something I have to remind myself every once in a while.

I tread my life through a designated road that has is completely out of my control; and everything that my come along my path, is chosen in its design to benefit the life I hold dear. The only thing I control is what goes on in between, and every now and again, I make one choice, that rains its benefits and its consequences.

First you step into a ring and then, you listen as the referee calls for the bell; when that call is made, all your open doors close. This is what I live for. It’s a gamble that has become my favorite addiction after sex. I use my body and I fight. And when I fight, I play with fire and I put my ultimate fate into test. I look deep into the eyes of life itself and I ask, what else do you have in store for me?

I know I’m gonna get hurt and I know that something could go drastically wrong, I’ve seen it happen. It’s a given fact. The one most important thing in all this is something Wayne tells me before every match: To achieve the one thing you want most, sometimes you have to let go of what it is you hold most- at least for awhile.

And that scares me. It didn’t used to, but it does now; I have something to live for.

So I face fear straight in its very eyes; fear of a hundred different things- pain, loss, mistakes, accidents, and even rejection. I let go completely, knowing that whatever the final case may be, that it will all be worth it.

Mia Porter, I was here long before you showed up. And whatever accomplishment you may have under your thumb, it ain’t ever gonna amount to what I have put myself into this. Now, I’m not gonna be bitter, but I will be downright honest when I say that I have never really had a fare chance here in the WFWF; and neither did Wayne up until a year ago. And as a unit, that was what made us stronger and closer. Wayne did what he could for me, but as lucky as I was, it wasn’t my time- it never was. This is something I just can not deny. I was the last true holder of the Gyno/Women’s Championship. It was a title I truly cherished and deeply honored. My claim to the Women’s Championship was an easy feat; quite far from the challenge I longed for and deserved.

Here I was, the top of the game, and you know what happened next? There was no one left. It was almost as if the title was never really mine, because never once did I defend it.

Mia, were both in this for obvious reasons and I have absolutely no qualms over you. I am very, very, exited. I want to see what you will do for me; I want to see just how much you can completely give off yourself, because from the looks of things, you’ve been doing just that with a Higher Authority!

What makes completes Wayne and I is that in this game we both strive for ultimate perfection. I decorate my love for him; there is no hiding in the garden we both have sewn. So with that said, it’s perfectly understandable as to why seeing Wayne draped over with the Puerto Rican flag, with blood covering his face, would veer my inquiring mind and strong notions towards justification. Wins, losses, and title belts will come and go, but what I have will always remain. And that is what I must swallow and forget, just for awhile, come Felo-de-se.

You’re a proud Hispanic, and I’m a vengeful Canadian; I am powerful- I am pure. I am Vanessa “The ing Phoenix” McGurk. That is I.

It’s been awhile and on Felo-de-se, I will prove them all wrong, and I promise that once I’m done with you, we’re both never going to be the same way again. You hold on tight to the victories that you have earned, because Porter, I am, and will remain as your greatest challenge to date. There will be no rival beyond me.

Oh my darling little one, you only have yet to learn.

Vanessa turned herself away from the water; it was hers night tonight. Vanessa looked back against the direction she came; the circus carnival was in town tonight. Parked along by the edge of the water, towers of death defying rides stood along every available space, crowds of a different many wondered through in utter enchantment, children, grown ups… people. Everyone was here; so were the clowns. Running through, smiling, and trying to get you to laugh. Wayne hated them, Scarlet feared them- Vanessa just didn’t really care for them.

Walking back along now, Vanessa loosened her leather trench coat; the one with her old Phoenix insignia embedded onto the back- same as the tattoo on her left shoulder. Vanessa left it hanging open; the air was cool tonight. Vanessa turned her head sideways and watched as a gawky teenage boy threw a baseball into a pyramid of bottles; obviously trying to impress the girl beside him. Man, was she too good for him.

Go get her kid; it’s easier than you think.

Vanessa stopped and smiled. The carnie on the other side of the game was edging the kid on; dick. It was probably going to be his last chance; at least he was trying. If that little skank isn’t gonna give into this… God, this was gonna be a car wreck!

She wanted to watch.

Try, try, try…

The kid pulled back and winded up a curve ball. He threw the ball as hard as he could.

Here was how the scenario played out to her: boy likes girl; girl kinda likes boy. She’s giving him a chance; he’s in love and horny. And so is she, except for the in love part. Boy tries to win girl over; which he can in many, many ways. This like most pits the boy in attempt to win the girl over using his physical prowess. In his scheme of things, it’s all he has. Now there are a hundred different things that can happen a hundred different ways afterwards.

The only sure thing’s that a single peck in the lips’ll be enough for these two.

Everything stopped as the ball flew past the carnie, who smiled almost devilishly; eyebrows pointing straight up, his grin pulling back, he almost looked like Satanist Anton La Vey. Now, it was so close; the girl had her eyebrows raised; albeit in inquiry. She was keeping her sights close.

All she could see of the boy was the back of his wavy-haired head.

Vanessa closed her eyes, and slowly she shifted over to his perception; his eyes were her camera into this world. Slowly, she opened her eyes and freed her mind and there it was, the ball; floating and curving its way. It was hot here; cold sweats were dripping down. Lips were parted open and his heart beat slowly. The surface of the ball tipped against the edge of the empty bottle. And then, his heartbeat pushed up several tempos up; it was beating fast, almost like it was about to explode. Breathed deep… It was exiting now; wasn’t scared anymore. This was gonna be it.

The ball crashed through the middle, causing everything on top to crumble and crash over the bottom stack; beautiful.

Vanessa opened her eyes; smiling. His happiness had become hers.

Looking at the girl now,
What are you waiting for, kiss him!
She murmured.

He looked over at the girl; this gawky red headed boy looking down over at this petite little brunette. He smiled at her, throwing his hands upon the air. She came in for a hug, and he in kind kissed her in the cheek. She smiled at him awkwardly; poor kid.

The boy motioned to the carnie, probably asking for a prize. The prick gave him a trinket.

Whatever happened to them next would fall into the hand of the all superior God; it was his hand that decided if the boy was gonna walk home with a stiffy.

Vanessa turned away and started walking; again. Just aimlessly wandering through the crowd, she placed her hands on her pockets. Looking around, she sifted through what would catch her attention next; a ride, a game, past time, a facet. She was looking for anything.

Hurriedly, a mime approached her. His smile stood high, and his black and white stripes just made him appear like a gay little prison bitch. He floated over her, just edging to amuse her. What else did she have, she gave in and amused him.

I’m here; give it to me.
Crossing her arms together; smiling.

The mime had a bit of a horny grin etched over his face. He winked at her, and brought his hands to his lips, simulating the smoking of a cigarette. He took a deep puff, motioned beside her, pulled his head back, and God damn- he exhaled a perfect circle of smoke. Nice.

He straightened himself and stood straight up. Strutting his way towards her, he combed his hair. He was flirting; and she liked it. Again, he puffed away at his imaginary cigarette and before her, he blew a heart shaped cloud of smoke; something behind was tugging her.

Wayne.

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It just slipped in, easy this time around- the way she liked it; yeah. She held it by the base of her palm- it was heavy. Looking upon his eyes, keeping contact, she had her lips parted slightly; just enough to fit it in. It filled the hollow of her moist open rim; going in deeper, she slowly drew it out. Just blowing forward as it slowly let. She had her eyes locked upon his; he looked like he was having a good time. Just sitting back on the sofa, with the beer on his hand, his head titled back, resting, and the cigarillo burning on his lip. She held it out before her; sitting almost curled, opposite to him, she dripped her toes and lightly grazed it over the carpet. She drew it back before her lips and sucked on tightly, as it slowly disappeared inside her orifice. She chewed and swallowed.

Better use my hands…
She murmured.

She threw the chopsticks onto the coffee table, holding the bowl by her palm; she dug her fingers into the bowl, and lightly picked a noodle and ate it.

Wayne had his eyes on her.

Hey.

Yes?
Playfully slithering her words along.

You want a fork?

Vanessa ran her fingers along the rim of the bowl, looking at the abundance of wanton soup.

I’m good.

You know, you have a very peculiar way of doing things.

And?

And nothing, I like it.
Leaning in close now.

I like that you like it.

I’m glad to like it.

Wayne slowly slid over to her side of the couch; Vanessa sat with her legs outstretched. Wayne took her legs and laid them over his lap. Slowly, he took her foot by his hand and began kneading.

How do we work?

I have a high sex drive, and you love ing.


That works for me, I like ing you.

I like ing you as well. I like that you like it.

I’m glad to like it.