Post by veronicaaaahhhh on Apr 27, 2007 11:00:10 GMT -5
Wayne McGurk Forever Unscarred RP
There it was, right there on his lower back; tingling. It was in that spot several inches above the collarbone; that area right between the bones. Lying there, it was like a hot skewer was touching a nerve and tickling it, but it was hurting instead; it was ing sore- albeit sensitive. His plight was almost selfish- there were too many eyes upon him. He could not show pain; it’s unaffordable. The most he got was what he was doing now, lying spread out over an old wooden bench, with his eyes closed and his arms wide open. In his darkness, he was buying himself time; letting the world slide past him and keeping himself where he was- he wasn’t ready yet.
Get up!
Wayne opened his eyes and looked back at him.
What the are you waiting for?
Wayne sat up slowly; leaning on his arms just to pull himself up. Sal came over and stared right at Wayne ’s face. Wayne got another good look at that intimidating grin hiding behind a five o’clock shadow and a bald head.
Move it kid!
Pointing his hand towards the power cage; there must’ve been three fifteen-three twenty five spread over a forty-five pound bar. The weight itself started off light, but by the seventh set, Wayne slowly began to drag along. The exercise, escalading density raining, was pretty much designed to wear people down, regardless of how much weight was given.
This was going to be his tenth set; eight more to go- .
Kid, eh? The guy never stopped looking at Wayne that way. Pissed him off- but what was he to do? Wayne accepted it and took it for what it was: the kick in the ass he needed.
Wayne came over to the cage and hooked both hands over the bar; don’t wanna do this. His gut was telling him to stop, while something else was telling him otherwise; either way, the man didn’t want to do this. In this space, he was the center of the sun. Everyone had gathered round to see him. To the general patrons- he had to keep himself as what they conjured him to be. To the established few- he had to keep himself as what they built him to be. Then, there was Vanessa, with those green eyes gazed upon him. To her- he had to keep himself as what he shown to her, everything. It wouldn’t matter if he got it or he failed, or if decided to say it and leave, she would stand by him. He showed her a long time that he wasn’t always Superman- he s up, a lot. And she took it. But he promised her that he’d try to be. Wayne looked back at her, sitting over the bench from which he rose, with both legs tucked under the other- like an Indian. Man, wanted be Superman- and , he was going to be Superman. Wayne shut his eyes, with both hands clamped over the bar; he pulled himself back and screamed aloud.
That’s it, Wayne!
Wayne came forward, peered through the bar and came in; the bar just over his shoulder blades. Wayne rose, hoisting the bar over his back, stepped back a couple steps and squatted down; bringing his ass as low as he possibly could.
Not deep enough kid!
Wayne knew how low he was going, and he also knew his limitations for tonight as well; they were just being dicks. Wayne rose and looked up and stuck his head against the bright halogen lights that shone heavily before him, as beads of sweat slowly dripped sown his body- the man was drenched. Wayne took a deep breath and dipped down. He couldn’t afford to fail in the eyes that seemed to surround him. For that moment there, he just wished that they would all somehow just fade away and let him be; a failure. Wayne brought himself as low as he could. Sal didn’t say anything; Wayne reckoned he was all clear and good and ascended back up. Midway up, he stalled- got ing stuck.
PUSH IT!
Wayne screamed aloud, in agony; keeping both his bare feet firm over the rubber-coated ground, Wayne pushed himself up as hard he could, and repositioned the bar over his back and pushed his left foot forward. Wayne got the bar up and shoved it back on the rack. Wayne turned back, and let himself fall over to the bench where Vanessa sat. With his hand lying over his chest, he could feel his heart pulsate- it was close to exploding; his back aching even more. Vanessa placed his head over her lap.
Hey.
Murmuring; Leaning forward, her fingers grazed over his sweat-ridden head.
I can’t… I just can’t be Superman.
No one’s asking you to.
*
From the stone-coated balcony, he watched on; looking out as every glimpse of available light burned out like a falling stack of dominos. And when darkness falls, chaos arises; calling out to him. Slowly, he brought the cigarillo to his lips and puffed away; watching the moon shine halfway through.
I think if anyone always had the advantage here, it is you CBT. You were lucky enough to catch me at the wrong time, and when I say wrong time, I do very well mean that in every sense of the word. CBT, I want you to understand that I do have a life outside the WFWF, and I have many dedications to keep elsewhere. Whatever sparkle of light lady luck has been shimmering upon me has appeared to have run out, because time is not on my side. For many months now, I, at no fault of my own, have not been in my personal best. And whatever I do, I always seem to be chasing after time. And no matter how ahead I start, I lose it, and I can never keep up. My hands are tied to the loving arms of fate, and from where I stand, fate is not on my side. Now, it’s in my instinct to fight fate, but how exactly can I fight something I have no direct control over. You see, if fate had been gracious enough to fit me with what I need, I would have been plenty ready a long, long time ago. And until our little game started, and I would’ve spent my time waiting, with both my eyes kept upon one thing, and that one thing CBT is you. I would’ve been on you, and I was going to make you sweat. I would’ve outright told you that this is what I have, and I would have dared you to up the ante, because I would know that you couldn’t. And from that challenge that was I, would give way into the burden that is the task of beating me.
I wanted something else, but as it turns out, I can’t have it; it’s too late for me. So, the most I can do is work with what I have now, nothing. The day you took me from behind was the day you trespassed and violated my personal sanctuary and for that I will see to it that you pay.
Now, you’ve pretty much expressed yourself enough for me to conjure your logic behind all this, so I can almost see where you’re standing. And I know how you feel, inadequate. Because I know that you, among many others, never dared thought that I would get to where I am, let alone conjure that I was actually any good. And it’s just picking at you that you’ve never beaten me. Like everyone else, you couldn’t patiently wait ‘til the moment that our worlds would intersect and collide, and you did what you saw fit and abused your higher authority and you arranged for all this. You wanted it done and over with. Unlike you, I don’t completely kill off every opponent I chance upon, I give him room. You did what you sought necessary and you tried to burn me out as soon as you can, and for that I want to congratulate you, because ever since Ascension, I’ve been picking up my pieces and catching up. Are you happy now? You’ve got the ante over me. I make you feel inadequate because I’m good, sometimes even at my personal worse and I know how small it makes you feel.
CBT, you treat me worse than dog **** despite everything I do for your benefit. Every time I step into the ring, I completely throw away everything I have and I put my entire life on the line, and more often than not, I bring myself to a new standard in wrestling. All this, I have done for you and anyone else who gives a **** about professional wrestling. I’ve shown that I deliver, and I’ve got the wounds to back that up. And I don’t care who’s held the International Championship before me, because I can promise that past-present-and future, you will never encounter a champion the likes of Wayne McGurk. Because I try, and I windup burning myself trying, and I am going to take you down with me, because you have led me to this.
There’s a reason I’ve requested for the Dog-Collar stipulations, and I don’t want you out of my sights. Tonight, I’m giving you everything that I have of myself and when the bell rings, and with the both us chained to each other by the neck, I am going to keep you under my thumb and in within the confines of my small paradise, CBT, you will burn.
So, how soon do we leave?
Well that depends on you babe.
On me?
We can leave now or,
Drawing himself closer to her.
We can have a little fun; the choice is all yours.
Vanessa pushed herself forward; pressing herself into him. He received her with both hands open; gently, he placed his palms over the edge of her cheeks and slowly pulled her in. They kissed; tilting their head every now and again to find that perfect spot. They pulled away for a quick grasp of air, the ring of heat still quite fresh over lips, but there was the look on both their eyes; they were still hungry. Vanessa smiled at him, Wayne leaned it and kissed her again; her arms outstretched and locked behind him. Wayne inched him arms over her back, slowly, he drew his arms southwards and with both hands, grabbed a handful of ass; her kissing grew stronger. Wayne lifted her and perched her upon the stoned rails of the balcony.
Vanessa drew away and took Wayne by the belt buckle; pulling him even closer in her grasp. Hurriedly, she undid his belt and threw it over the balcony; their bodies gyrating. Wayne placed a hand in the calm between her legs; her hissing resounded a thousand times louder inside him. Wayne held his hand over the lace; her breaths were heavy and her heart beat rapidly. She was close to exploding. Wayne slid his hand beneath the lace, feeling her with the tip of his knuckles; he gripped hard and tore the lace away.
She was looking at him; her locks covering an eye, sweat dripping down her skin; she was biting her lips. She wanted him… Yeah.
She looked down; Wayne holding the lace out before her. She looked back at him and smiled. She pushed him away.
I wanna have fun; first.
She blew him a flying kiss and dropped herself backwards over the balcony.
Always taking my heart with her… C*nt.
A flash of light overcame the world; everything vanished.
*
Wake up, sleepyhead!
Smiling; she had that damn old camera in her hand.
She pressed the camera and took Wayne ’s photo; damn, it was the flash that woke him up. His eyes were still squinting; having just been woken up; it was going to be awhile before he could completely see- eyes still stuck in alpha. He was awake to know that he was it was morning-early morning; that Vanessa was sitting over him, although he kind of liked that, and that it was too early for him to be awake.
Good morning.
Stuttering; the man had just woke up.
Good morning.
Vanessa retorted in that slow, almost slithering way.
They were both smiling now. Wayne knew what he wanted, and she knew what she wanted; either way, they were both going to get their way. Wayne nudged and turned over to his side; Vanessa falling over to Wayne ’s edge of the bed. Wayne gripped the sheets and pulled them over him.
Hey?
Hey. Good morning, I’m going back to bed; I’m tired.
Come on.
Vanessa wrapped herself around the sheets and drew herself closer to Wayne . She took Wayne ’s arm, hooked it over her head, and turned over to the left. Wayne rolled over and accepted Vanessa in the empty space on his chest; her hair was right over his face.
What time is it?
About a quarter to nine.
It’s too early baby.
Wayne found that soft, white, freckle laid, spot in the back of her neck and kissed.
It isn’t too early for that.
Vanessa turned herself over and faced him.
It’s never too late or too early for that.
As it appears!
Wayne hooked his arm over Vanessa and lured her into him.
So, feeling any better?
Better now that you woke me up.
Was that a come on, or were just being sarcastic?
I guess a bit of both.
No really, I want to know how you feel.
I’m just hurting. I feel like I’ve pretty much stretched myself to as far as I can get. It’s only a matter of time before my body catches up with me.
Do you think you could go through with tonight?
I was looking forward to it. But at this point, I’ll be lucky if I live through it.
Vanessa kissed Wayne in the lips and wrapped her arms around him and nestled herself into the calm within his chest; his chin perched above her forehead.
Wayne closed his eyes and held her tight. He kissed her on the forehead. There was so much right there he wanted to say, but reckoned it was better left unsaid; it was understood.
There it was, right there on his lower back; tingling. It was in that spot several inches above the collarbone; that area right between the bones. Lying there, it was like a hot skewer was touching a nerve and tickling it, but it was hurting instead; it was ing sore- albeit sensitive. His plight was almost selfish- there were too many eyes upon him. He could not show pain; it’s unaffordable. The most he got was what he was doing now, lying spread out over an old wooden bench, with his eyes closed and his arms wide open. In his darkness, he was buying himself time; letting the world slide past him and keeping himself where he was- he wasn’t ready yet.
Get up!
Wayne opened his eyes and looked back at him.
What the are you waiting for?
Wayne sat up slowly; leaning on his arms just to pull himself up. Sal came over and stared right at Wayne ’s face. Wayne got another good look at that intimidating grin hiding behind a five o’clock shadow and a bald head.
Move it kid!
Pointing his hand towards the power cage; there must’ve been three fifteen-three twenty five spread over a forty-five pound bar. The weight itself started off light, but by the seventh set, Wayne slowly began to drag along. The exercise, escalading density raining, was pretty much designed to wear people down, regardless of how much weight was given.
This was going to be his tenth set; eight more to go- .
Kid, eh? The guy never stopped looking at Wayne that way. Pissed him off- but what was he to do? Wayne accepted it and took it for what it was: the kick in the ass he needed.
Wayne came over to the cage and hooked both hands over the bar; don’t wanna do this. His gut was telling him to stop, while something else was telling him otherwise; either way, the man didn’t want to do this. In this space, he was the center of the sun. Everyone had gathered round to see him. To the general patrons- he had to keep himself as what they conjured him to be. To the established few- he had to keep himself as what they built him to be. Then, there was Vanessa, with those green eyes gazed upon him. To her- he had to keep himself as what he shown to her, everything. It wouldn’t matter if he got it or he failed, or if decided to say it and leave, she would stand by him. He showed her a long time that he wasn’t always Superman- he s up, a lot. And she took it. But he promised her that he’d try to be. Wayne looked back at her, sitting over the bench from which he rose, with both legs tucked under the other- like an Indian. Man, wanted be Superman- and , he was going to be Superman. Wayne shut his eyes, with both hands clamped over the bar; he pulled himself back and screamed aloud.
That’s it, Wayne!
Wayne came forward, peered through the bar and came in; the bar just over his shoulder blades. Wayne rose, hoisting the bar over his back, stepped back a couple steps and squatted down; bringing his ass as low as he possibly could.
Not deep enough kid!
Wayne knew how low he was going, and he also knew his limitations for tonight as well; they were just being dicks. Wayne rose and looked up and stuck his head against the bright halogen lights that shone heavily before him, as beads of sweat slowly dripped sown his body- the man was drenched. Wayne took a deep breath and dipped down. He couldn’t afford to fail in the eyes that seemed to surround him. For that moment there, he just wished that they would all somehow just fade away and let him be; a failure. Wayne brought himself as low as he could. Sal didn’t say anything; Wayne reckoned he was all clear and good and ascended back up. Midway up, he stalled- got ing stuck.
PUSH IT!
Wayne screamed aloud, in agony; keeping both his bare feet firm over the rubber-coated ground, Wayne pushed himself up as hard he could, and repositioned the bar over his back and pushed his left foot forward. Wayne got the bar up and shoved it back on the rack. Wayne turned back, and let himself fall over to the bench where Vanessa sat. With his hand lying over his chest, he could feel his heart pulsate- it was close to exploding; his back aching even more. Vanessa placed his head over her lap.
Hey.
Murmuring; Leaning forward, her fingers grazed over his sweat-ridden head.
I can’t… I just can’t be Superman.
No one’s asking you to.
*
From the stone-coated balcony, he watched on; looking out as every glimpse of available light burned out like a falling stack of dominos. And when darkness falls, chaos arises; calling out to him. Slowly, he brought the cigarillo to his lips and puffed away; watching the moon shine halfway through.
I think if anyone always had the advantage here, it is you CBT. You were lucky enough to catch me at the wrong time, and when I say wrong time, I do very well mean that in every sense of the word. CBT, I want you to understand that I do have a life outside the WFWF, and I have many dedications to keep elsewhere. Whatever sparkle of light lady luck has been shimmering upon me has appeared to have run out, because time is not on my side. For many months now, I, at no fault of my own, have not been in my personal best. And whatever I do, I always seem to be chasing after time. And no matter how ahead I start, I lose it, and I can never keep up. My hands are tied to the loving arms of fate, and from where I stand, fate is not on my side. Now, it’s in my instinct to fight fate, but how exactly can I fight something I have no direct control over. You see, if fate had been gracious enough to fit me with what I need, I would have been plenty ready a long, long time ago. And until our little game started, and I would’ve spent my time waiting, with both my eyes kept upon one thing, and that one thing CBT is you. I would’ve been on you, and I was going to make you sweat. I would’ve outright told you that this is what I have, and I would have dared you to up the ante, because I would know that you couldn’t. And from that challenge that was I, would give way into the burden that is the task of beating me.
I wanted something else, but as it turns out, I can’t have it; it’s too late for me. So, the most I can do is work with what I have now, nothing. The day you took me from behind was the day you trespassed and violated my personal sanctuary and for that I will see to it that you pay.
Now, you’ve pretty much expressed yourself enough for me to conjure your logic behind all this, so I can almost see where you’re standing. And I know how you feel, inadequate. Because I know that you, among many others, never dared thought that I would get to where I am, let alone conjure that I was actually any good. And it’s just picking at you that you’ve never beaten me. Like everyone else, you couldn’t patiently wait ‘til the moment that our worlds would intersect and collide, and you did what you saw fit and abused your higher authority and you arranged for all this. You wanted it done and over with. Unlike you, I don’t completely kill off every opponent I chance upon, I give him room. You did what you sought necessary and you tried to burn me out as soon as you can, and for that I want to congratulate you, because ever since Ascension, I’ve been picking up my pieces and catching up. Are you happy now? You’ve got the ante over me. I make you feel inadequate because I’m good, sometimes even at my personal worse and I know how small it makes you feel.
CBT, you treat me worse than dog **** despite everything I do for your benefit. Every time I step into the ring, I completely throw away everything I have and I put my entire life on the line, and more often than not, I bring myself to a new standard in wrestling. All this, I have done for you and anyone else who gives a **** about professional wrestling. I’ve shown that I deliver, and I’ve got the wounds to back that up. And I don’t care who’s held the International Championship before me, because I can promise that past-present-and future, you will never encounter a champion the likes of Wayne McGurk. Because I try, and I windup burning myself trying, and I am going to take you down with me, because you have led me to this.
There’s a reason I’ve requested for the Dog-Collar stipulations, and I don’t want you out of my sights. Tonight, I’m giving you everything that I have of myself and when the bell rings, and with the both us chained to each other by the neck, I am going to keep you under my thumb and in within the confines of my small paradise, CBT, you will burn.
So, how soon do we leave?
Well that depends on you babe.
On me?
We can leave now or,
Drawing himself closer to her.
We can have a little fun; the choice is all yours.
Vanessa pushed herself forward; pressing herself into him. He received her with both hands open; gently, he placed his palms over the edge of her cheeks and slowly pulled her in. They kissed; tilting their head every now and again to find that perfect spot. They pulled away for a quick grasp of air, the ring of heat still quite fresh over lips, but there was the look on both their eyes; they were still hungry. Vanessa smiled at him, Wayne leaned it and kissed her again; her arms outstretched and locked behind him. Wayne inched him arms over her back, slowly, he drew his arms southwards and with both hands, grabbed a handful of ass; her kissing grew stronger. Wayne lifted her and perched her upon the stoned rails of the balcony.
Vanessa drew away and took Wayne by the belt buckle; pulling him even closer in her grasp. Hurriedly, she undid his belt and threw it over the balcony; their bodies gyrating. Wayne placed a hand in the calm between her legs; her hissing resounded a thousand times louder inside him. Wayne held his hand over the lace; her breaths were heavy and her heart beat rapidly. She was close to exploding. Wayne slid his hand beneath the lace, feeling her with the tip of his knuckles; he gripped hard and tore the lace away.
She was looking at him; her locks covering an eye, sweat dripping down her skin; she was biting her lips. She wanted him… Yeah.
She looked down; Wayne holding the lace out before her. She looked back at him and smiled. She pushed him away.
I wanna have fun; first.
She blew him a flying kiss and dropped herself backwards over the balcony.
Always taking my heart with her… C*nt.
A flash of light overcame the world; everything vanished.
*
Wake up, sleepyhead!
Smiling; she had that damn old camera in her hand.
She pressed the camera and took Wayne ’s photo; damn, it was the flash that woke him up. His eyes were still squinting; having just been woken up; it was going to be awhile before he could completely see- eyes still stuck in alpha. He was awake to know that he was it was morning-early morning; that Vanessa was sitting over him, although he kind of liked that, and that it was too early for him to be awake.
Good morning.
Stuttering; the man had just woke up.
Good morning.
Vanessa retorted in that slow, almost slithering way.
They were both smiling now. Wayne knew what he wanted, and she knew what she wanted; either way, they were both going to get their way. Wayne nudged and turned over to his side; Vanessa falling over to Wayne ’s edge of the bed. Wayne gripped the sheets and pulled them over him.
Hey?
Hey. Good morning, I’m going back to bed; I’m tired.
Come on.
Vanessa wrapped herself around the sheets and drew herself closer to Wayne . She took Wayne ’s arm, hooked it over her head, and turned over to the left. Wayne rolled over and accepted Vanessa in the empty space on his chest; her hair was right over his face.
What time is it?
About a quarter to nine.
It’s too early baby.
Wayne found that soft, white, freckle laid, spot in the back of her neck and kissed.
It isn’t too early for that.
Vanessa turned herself over and faced him.
It’s never too late or too early for that.
As it appears!
Wayne hooked his arm over Vanessa and lured her into him.
So, feeling any better?
Better now that you woke me up.
Was that a come on, or were just being sarcastic?
I guess a bit of both.
No really, I want to know how you feel.
I’m just hurting. I feel like I’ve pretty much stretched myself to as far as I can get. It’s only a matter of time before my body catches up with me.
Do you think you could go through with tonight?
I was looking forward to it. But at this point, I’ll be lucky if I live through it.
Vanessa kissed Wayne in the lips and wrapped her arms around him and nestled herself into the calm within his chest; his chin perched above her forehead.
Wayne closed his eyes and held her tight. He kissed her on the forehead. There was so much right there he wanted to say, but reckoned it was better left unsaid; it was understood.