Post by citizenmike on Jul 6, 2009 13:57:33 GMT -5
Mike: I'm posting this here as a way to garner feedback before I post it. Its one of the best pieces I've written in awhile. My only problem is the last scene. A part of me feels like totally axing it out... Lets see.
A little backstory is needed for this piece. Over at the WFWF, I have two characters, Wayne McGurk and his wife Vanessa. Vanessa's gonna be facing another wrestler by the name of Kurt Burton. Someone who's actually a friend of Wayne and Vanessa's. Together with Thunder and Kat Hamilton, Wayne, Kurt, and Vanessa were all members of the Axis. A wrestling stable that united with the goal of watching over themselves. In time, the Axis became something of a family. A family that stuck close together until Thunder chose to align himself with Trace Demon (played lovingly by Trace) and rose together to the top of WFWF as its current owners. In doing so, Thunder turned his back on the Axis, causing a bitter and violent feud between himself and his former brothers.
It was in last month's Battleground ppv, where all these men clashed together in a cage match, joining the battle were a stable called the Anointed. Wayne held off til the end of the match, when he choked Anointed's EBR out with his patented Razorback chokehold. Wayne and EBR are currently fueding.
Enough small talk... Here's there RP!
A little backstory is needed for this piece. Over at the WFWF, I have two characters, Wayne McGurk and his wife Vanessa. Vanessa's gonna be facing another wrestler by the name of Kurt Burton. Someone who's actually a friend of Wayne and Vanessa's. Together with Thunder and Kat Hamilton, Wayne, Kurt, and Vanessa were all members of the Axis. A wrestling stable that united with the goal of watching over themselves. In time, the Axis became something of a family. A family that stuck close together until Thunder chose to align himself with Trace Demon (played lovingly by Trace) and rose together to the top of WFWF as its current owners. In doing so, Thunder turned his back on the Axis, causing a bitter and violent feud between himself and his former brothers.
It was in last month's Battleground ppv, where all these men clashed together in a cage match, joining the battle were a stable called the Anointed. Wayne held off til the end of the match, when he choked Anointed's EBR out with his patented Razorback chokehold. Wayne and EBR are currently fueding.
Enough small talk... Here's there RP!
Roads
Wayne held on to the wheel silently as Vanessa placed her legs over the dashboard and kept her eyes on the road. The weather was cool enough to let the windows down. Vanessa figured, Wayne would reckon that they would save on gas.
Vanessa concentrated on the slow song on the radio as she turned her eyes on to the road and enjoyed the breeze grazing against her cheek; her hair flowing backwards. It was nice.
"Wayne, what's this song?"
"Chris Isaak, 'Wicked Game'."
"There we go!", Vanessa said expressively as she shot her index finger in the air. "It's a great song."
"I had this album before."
"Really?"
"Yeah. If I didn't leave it back in my mom's place, then I must have lost it somewhere."
Vanessa began to laugh.
"What's funny?", Wayne asked.
"Nothing...", Vanessa replied; her eyes still locked on the road. The image of coming road and desert seemed like a pretty good metaphor for their entire relationship. "It's just that in all the time I've known you, I think I've only heard you expressing owning an album twice."
"Music's nice. Just not something I like to have all the time."
"And that, my love, is where we stand divided."
Wayne took his eyes off the road, gave her a smile and said, "I know."
"I just love having music surround me. If I wasn't a wrestler, then I probably would have been a musician!"
"What instrument would you play?"
"The bass."
"And why the bass?"
"Wayne, its the mother of all instruments. If anything, its the bassist who has all the fun in a band."
"How so?"
"You don't have to concentrate on all these small specifics, you don't have to lead or anything. You can just close your eyes and allow yourself to flow with the song until you are that song! The bassist is the only member of the band who's completely one with the music."
"I guess I can see that. Haven't you thought of being a singer too?"
"Is that supposed to be a joke?"
"No. I've heard you sing, you can carry a tune."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, really."
"Then I would be like Sting!"
"You'd write weird lyrics?"
Vanessa laughed as she turned her head back into the car and replied, "I would do that, honestly!"
"What would you sing about, then?"
"An autobiographical tale about a student infatuated with her teacher."
"How does would her teacher look like?"
"He'd be tall. Muscular built. Long hair tied back in a pony tale, with the beard of a logger and deep brown eyes."
"Sounds like a good looking guy.", Wayne scoffed.
"He is! We work in the same place too."
"I wonder who he is..."
"It's Kurt!", Vanessa replied smugly as she tucked her arms before her.
Wayne laughed as he said, "I should have known... That son of a bitch!"
"I'm sorry, Wayne. But rest assured that its only infatuation and nothing more."
"I'll try."
Silence fell between them for a moment; the gentle sound of "Wicked Game" filling up the empty spaces.
"I'll tell him to be easy on you come Loaded."
"Wayne,", Vanessa began as she reached for his freehand and held it under hers. "Don't. I can do this... And besides, it wouldn't be fair to Kurt."
Wayne kept his eyes on the road as he replied, "Ok, I won't."
"Thank you."
"Are you ready?"
"It stings when I step, but I think I'll be fine." Vanessa turned her sights back out the window as she began. "Wayne?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't know how I am going to go through this match. I can't fight Kurt, and I'm sure as hell, he can't fight me in turn."
"I know what you're feeling. Just think of it as something you have to do.". Wayne lowered the radio as he turned to Vanessa and said, "Do you know whats going through my mind right now?"
"What?"
"I'm torn. Because I know you're probably sick of me protecting you in these kinds of situations, and I know you know that I tell you these things despite the fact that I know that you've probably heard it from me ever since this crap with EBR started. So, I'm pushing that back, but in doing so, I can't tell you anything but the honest truth. And the truth is that you're gonna have to face this all on your own, and there's nothing I can do to change that, and when you're out there, and I'm sure you know this better than me. And I'm sure Kurt'll try to be careful out there with you... But things happen out there, you know that... It just stings me knowing that there's nothing I can say that'll comfort you."
"Wayne, its fine. Whatever happens happens"
"I know.", Wayne nodded.
Silence came between them again. Wayne turned the volume back up, this time, it was he who was trying to fill the empty spaces.
"Hey,", Wayne began.
"Yeah?"
"If you were a musician, what would you be, a solo artist or a member of a band?"
"Wayne, don't you know me at all?"
"Apparently, I don't!", Wayne laughed out.
"I would start off with a band, obviously, but ego as a musical artist would eclipse my band members. So much, so that when it came down to remixing one of our songs-"
"Let me guess, the one about the school teacher!"
"Yes!", Vanessa reached her hand out and squeezed Wayne's cheek and she continued. "You do know me!" Vanessa withdrew her hand and began picking off the skin around her fingers. "Anyways, my star light as an artist would shine so bright that when it came to remixing our song for our 'best off" album, we would have to mix it in three different studios. Within a matter of just a couple years, I would be singing, hit songs need I mind you, about saving slugs in the rain forest while the rest of my band-mates fade into obscurity. Of course people will remark that my music was so much better when I was still in the band, but it really wouldn't matter to me, because as far as I'm concerned, its their problem, not mine!"
"My God, woman. You really thought this through, huh?"
"What can I say, when I have time to spare, I think about my aspirations of musical domination and tantric sex."
"You do know that this does create a problem right?"
"What kind of problem?"
"Well, we met on account of the fact that we're both wrestlers. Odds are I'd probably know who you were, but you wouldn't know me. It kinda contradicts the very science of our meeting."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah. The most I'd get from you would be an unattainable fantasy subjected to nothing more than wank-fodder."
"You know what you just sounded like?"
"What?"
"A Brit!"
Wayne laughed again. "I can imagine that."
"So...",
"Yes?"
"You would jerk-off to the thought of me?"
"I already do. Don't you?"
"Think about myself while I...", Vanessa struggled with her words. "You... know?"
"No, that's not what I meant. Don't you think about me when... You know..."
"I'm not going to answer that."
"I'll take that as a yes..."
"Back to your problem!", Vanessa shot out.
"Fine.", Wayne teasingly scoffed.
"So, you don't think we would ever end up together if I were a musician?"
"I just told you, it completely contradicts the basics of the night we met."
"We've discussed this. We even discussed it that night, well into early that morning, and do you remember what we agreed upon?"
"Yes, that we met on account of fate and chance."
"Exactly, those are the basics of our first encounter."
"Perhaps, but it wouldn't be like you'd talk to me. A big star like you, sitting all alone in an airport bar on Christmas without anyone guarding you. Not to mention you'd probably have all these different fans talking about how they'd like to sleep you. And a guy like me comes out of nowhere and decided to talk to you... I just don't see it happening."
"You never thought that there would be an infinite number other ways we would meet each other?"
"There wouldn't. All there'd be is that one night. One night that would have never happened, had you chose to be a musician. You gotta admit it."
"Admit what?"
"Admit that I got lucky in this lifetime."
"You would have gotten lucky, regardless of the lifetime."
"Everything that comes our way is nothing more than a consequence of our decisions. With me being a wrestler and you being a musician, that alone would more than give us different roads, instead of the intersecting one we happen to share now."
"Perhaps.", Vanessa nodded as she turned to Wayne. "If you think about it, it kind of makes what we have special. If you are right, and I'm not saying you are, but if, then I'm sure as hell lucky that I never learned how to play the bass."
"Hey, I'm just glad that I missed a flight."
Wayne and Vanessa looked at each other for a moment and held their hands together. "Wicked Game" slowly ended as they both gazed at the road.
"Kinda makes you wonder."
"Yeah.", Vanessa replied.
"Mind I stop by the next music store we see?", Wayne asked.
"Sure, why?"
"Because I'm in the mood to listen to Chris Isaak and The Police."
<***>
Vanessa told the rest she would catch up with them after her cigarette. The flight to Japan was turbulent as hell and she needed a little something to stop her heart from racing. The sight of the smoking lounge from the outside looking in was enough to turn off potential smokers. Thirty people all crammed into the smallest room ever, covered in nothing but smoke; baring it, but savoring every God given second they had with the death stick tucked between their fingers.
Vanessa went inside and was instantly hit with the moist scent of cigarette butts. God, one whiff was enough to get it all over her hair, all over her clothes. Vanessa bared through it as she placed a stick between her lips and fumbled through purse for a lighter.
Fishing it out, Vanessa brought the lighter between her lips, and damn it, it wouldn't light on her. Vanessa shook the lighter, brought it back before her, flicked it on, and still, it wouldn't light. Vanessa sighed as she threw the lighter on the garbage bin beside her.
Vanessa tapped the shoulder of the man turned to her and asked, "Care to spare a light?"
He turned her way and replied, "Sure.", as he dug his hands deep into his pockets, burrowing for a lighter.
"Its ok, I can just use the end of your cigarette to light mine."
The man pulled the cigarette away from his lips and said, "Are you sure? You might catch cooties."
"I'm a big girl, I can handle cooties."
The man blew out a puff of smoke as he handed her and replied, "What you say."
Vanessa smiled at him and said, "Thank you."
Vanessa held the cigarette by the butt, brought it before the end of her cigarette and lit it. Vanessa drew hard against the cigarette as she handed the cigarette back to him.
"God, you must have really needed the smoke."
Vanessa nodded her head as she blew out a could of smoke. "I did."
"Long flight?"
"Yeah. A turbulent one too."
"At least you're in one piece."
"One piece? Do I look like I'm in one piece?"
"You look fine to me."
"Thanks.", Vanessa scoffed.
The man extended his hand to her and said, "Oh by the way, I'm Wayne."
She took his hand as she replied, "Vanessa. Nice to meet you." Vanessa took another drag before she pulled the cigarette away, exhaled, and asked, "So, tell me Wayne, what do you do?"
"I'm a wrestler, yourself?"
"A musician."
"Really? Anything I might have listened to?"
"Perhaps.", Vanessa replied, nodding as she exhaled. "Are you familiar with 'The Closer You Are'?"
"No."
Wayne held on to the wheel silently as Vanessa placed her legs over the dashboard and kept her eyes on the road. The weather was cool enough to let the windows down. Vanessa figured, Wayne would reckon that they would save on gas.
Vanessa concentrated on the slow song on the radio as she turned her eyes on to the road and enjoyed the breeze grazing against her cheek; her hair flowing backwards. It was nice.
"Wayne, what's this song?"
"Chris Isaak, 'Wicked Game'."
"There we go!", Vanessa said expressively as she shot her index finger in the air. "It's a great song."
"I had this album before."
"Really?"
"Yeah. If I didn't leave it back in my mom's place, then I must have lost it somewhere."
Vanessa began to laugh.
"What's funny?", Wayne asked.
"Nothing...", Vanessa replied; her eyes still locked on the road. The image of coming road and desert seemed like a pretty good metaphor for their entire relationship. "It's just that in all the time I've known you, I think I've only heard you expressing owning an album twice."
"Music's nice. Just not something I like to have all the time."
"And that, my love, is where we stand divided."
Wayne took his eyes off the road, gave her a smile and said, "I know."
"I just love having music surround me. If I wasn't a wrestler, then I probably would have been a musician!"
"What instrument would you play?"
"The bass."
"And why the bass?"
"Wayne, its the mother of all instruments. If anything, its the bassist who has all the fun in a band."
"How so?"
"You don't have to concentrate on all these small specifics, you don't have to lead or anything. You can just close your eyes and allow yourself to flow with the song until you are that song! The bassist is the only member of the band who's completely one with the music."
"I guess I can see that. Haven't you thought of being a singer too?"
"Is that supposed to be a joke?"
"No. I've heard you sing, you can carry a tune."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, really."
"Then I would be like Sting!"
"You'd write weird lyrics?"
Vanessa laughed as she turned her head back into the car and replied, "I would do that, honestly!"
"What would you sing about, then?"
"An autobiographical tale about a student infatuated with her teacher."
"How does would her teacher look like?"
"He'd be tall. Muscular built. Long hair tied back in a pony tale, with the beard of a logger and deep brown eyes."
"Sounds like a good looking guy.", Wayne scoffed.
"He is! We work in the same place too."
"I wonder who he is..."
"It's Kurt!", Vanessa replied smugly as she tucked her arms before her.
Wayne laughed as he said, "I should have known... That son of a bitch!"
"I'm sorry, Wayne. But rest assured that its only infatuation and nothing more."
"I'll try."
Silence fell between them for a moment; the gentle sound of "Wicked Game" filling up the empty spaces.
"I'll tell him to be easy on you come Loaded."
"Wayne,", Vanessa began as she reached for his freehand and held it under hers. "Don't. I can do this... And besides, it wouldn't be fair to Kurt."
Wayne kept his eyes on the road as he replied, "Ok, I won't."
"Thank you."
"Are you ready?"
"It stings when I step, but I think I'll be fine." Vanessa turned her sights back out the window as she began. "Wayne?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't know how I am going to go through this match. I can't fight Kurt, and I'm sure as hell, he can't fight me in turn."
"I know what you're feeling. Just think of it as something you have to do.". Wayne lowered the radio as he turned to Vanessa and said, "Do you know whats going through my mind right now?"
"What?"
"I'm torn. Because I know you're probably sick of me protecting you in these kinds of situations, and I know you know that I tell you these things despite the fact that I know that you've probably heard it from me ever since this crap with EBR started. So, I'm pushing that back, but in doing so, I can't tell you anything but the honest truth. And the truth is that you're gonna have to face this all on your own, and there's nothing I can do to change that, and when you're out there, and I'm sure you know this better than me. And I'm sure Kurt'll try to be careful out there with you... But things happen out there, you know that... It just stings me knowing that there's nothing I can say that'll comfort you."
"Wayne, its fine. Whatever happens happens"
"I know.", Wayne nodded.
Silence came between them again. Wayne turned the volume back up, this time, it was he who was trying to fill the empty spaces.
"Hey,", Wayne began.
"Yeah?"
"If you were a musician, what would you be, a solo artist or a member of a band?"
"Wayne, don't you know me at all?"
"Apparently, I don't!", Wayne laughed out.
"I would start off with a band, obviously, but ego as a musical artist would eclipse my band members. So much, so that when it came down to remixing one of our songs-"
"Let me guess, the one about the school teacher!"
"Yes!", Vanessa reached her hand out and squeezed Wayne's cheek and she continued. "You do know me!" Vanessa withdrew her hand and began picking off the skin around her fingers. "Anyways, my star light as an artist would shine so bright that when it came to remixing our song for our 'best off" album, we would have to mix it in three different studios. Within a matter of just a couple years, I would be singing, hit songs need I mind you, about saving slugs in the rain forest while the rest of my band-mates fade into obscurity. Of course people will remark that my music was so much better when I was still in the band, but it really wouldn't matter to me, because as far as I'm concerned, its their problem, not mine!"
"My God, woman. You really thought this through, huh?"
"What can I say, when I have time to spare, I think about my aspirations of musical domination and tantric sex."
"You do know that this does create a problem right?"
"What kind of problem?"
"Well, we met on account of the fact that we're both wrestlers. Odds are I'd probably know who you were, but you wouldn't know me. It kinda contradicts the very science of our meeting."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah. The most I'd get from you would be an unattainable fantasy subjected to nothing more than wank-fodder."
"You know what you just sounded like?"
"What?"
"A Brit!"
Wayne laughed again. "I can imagine that."
"So...",
"Yes?"
"You would jerk-off to the thought of me?"
"I already do. Don't you?"
"Think about myself while I...", Vanessa struggled with her words. "You... know?"
"No, that's not what I meant. Don't you think about me when... You know..."
"I'm not going to answer that."
"I'll take that as a yes..."
"Back to your problem!", Vanessa shot out.
"Fine.", Wayne teasingly scoffed.
"So, you don't think we would ever end up together if I were a musician?"
"I just told you, it completely contradicts the basics of the night we met."
"We've discussed this. We even discussed it that night, well into early that morning, and do you remember what we agreed upon?"
"Yes, that we met on account of fate and chance."
"Exactly, those are the basics of our first encounter."
"Perhaps, but it wouldn't be like you'd talk to me. A big star like you, sitting all alone in an airport bar on Christmas without anyone guarding you. Not to mention you'd probably have all these different fans talking about how they'd like to sleep you. And a guy like me comes out of nowhere and decided to talk to you... I just don't see it happening."
"You never thought that there would be an infinite number other ways we would meet each other?"
"There wouldn't. All there'd be is that one night. One night that would have never happened, had you chose to be a musician. You gotta admit it."
"Admit what?"
"Admit that I got lucky in this lifetime."
"You would have gotten lucky, regardless of the lifetime."
"Everything that comes our way is nothing more than a consequence of our decisions. With me being a wrestler and you being a musician, that alone would more than give us different roads, instead of the intersecting one we happen to share now."
"Perhaps.", Vanessa nodded as she turned to Wayne. "If you think about it, it kind of makes what we have special. If you are right, and I'm not saying you are, but if, then I'm sure as hell lucky that I never learned how to play the bass."
"Hey, I'm just glad that I missed a flight."
Wayne and Vanessa looked at each other for a moment and held their hands together. "Wicked Game" slowly ended as they both gazed at the road.
"Kinda makes you wonder."
"Yeah.", Vanessa replied.
"Mind I stop by the next music store we see?", Wayne asked.
"Sure, why?"
"Because I'm in the mood to listen to Chris Isaak and The Police."
<***>
Vanessa told the rest she would catch up with them after her cigarette. The flight to Japan was turbulent as hell and she needed a little something to stop her heart from racing. The sight of the smoking lounge from the outside looking in was enough to turn off potential smokers. Thirty people all crammed into the smallest room ever, covered in nothing but smoke; baring it, but savoring every God given second they had with the death stick tucked between their fingers.
Vanessa went inside and was instantly hit with the moist scent of cigarette butts. God, one whiff was enough to get it all over her hair, all over her clothes. Vanessa bared through it as she placed a stick between her lips and fumbled through purse for a lighter.
Fishing it out, Vanessa brought the lighter between her lips, and damn it, it wouldn't light on her. Vanessa shook the lighter, brought it back before her, flicked it on, and still, it wouldn't light. Vanessa sighed as she threw the lighter on the garbage bin beside her.
Vanessa tapped the shoulder of the man turned to her and asked, "Care to spare a light?"
He turned her way and replied, "Sure.", as he dug his hands deep into his pockets, burrowing for a lighter.
"Its ok, I can just use the end of your cigarette to light mine."
The man pulled the cigarette away from his lips and said, "Are you sure? You might catch cooties."
"I'm a big girl, I can handle cooties."
The man blew out a puff of smoke as he handed her and replied, "What you say."
Vanessa smiled at him and said, "Thank you."
Vanessa held the cigarette by the butt, brought it before the end of her cigarette and lit it. Vanessa drew hard against the cigarette as she handed the cigarette back to him.
"God, you must have really needed the smoke."
Vanessa nodded her head as she blew out a could of smoke. "I did."
"Long flight?"
"Yeah. A turbulent one too."
"At least you're in one piece."
"One piece? Do I look like I'm in one piece?"
"You look fine to me."
"Thanks.", Vanessa scoffed.
The man extended his hand to her and said, "Oh by the way, I'm Wayne."
She took his hand as she replied, "Vanessa. Nice to meet you." Vanessa took another drag before she pulled the cigarette away, exhaled, and asked, "So, tell me Wayne, what do you do?"
"I'm a wrestler, yourself?"
"A musician."
"Really? Anything I might have listened to?"
"Perhaps.", Vanessa replied, nodding as she exhaled. "Are you familiar with 'The Closer You Are'?"
"No."