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Post by citizenmike on Jul 19, 2009 10:48:49 GMT -5
Thought I'd post it on here first. Still a rough draft, enjoy: With love we sleep, with doubt, The vicious circle turns, and burns Without you, I cannot live, forgive the yearning burning I believe its time- too real to feel, So take me now... Take me now... Take me now-Patti Smith & Bruce Springsteen... As sung by Natalie Merchant, performed by her band the 10,000 ManiacsChapter One: Because The Night (act.One)
If there was any sort of consolation the world ever brought them, it was those fleeting moments just after midnight. You know the kind, the lights so dim you could almost swear that there was nothing but a fading wick keeping it alive; the gentle breeze of the night cooling two pressed bodies hiding everything between a thin white sheet; and that connection, the connection, man. Knowing that there was only one person in the world that mattered at that moment. For what they could give, the rest of the world could burn, and it wouldn't matter, because all that mattered was themselves.
Was it selfish, probably.
Was it beautiful, yes.
Did they care, no.
"Wayne, where are you going?", Vanessa asked as she pressed her hand gently over his.
Wayne sat against the edge of the bed. Man, what he was feeling... It was as if the universe was trying to get him off his ass and do something, regardless if it was the time. Wayne turned back to her and saw that look she had given him many times before, many times in that particular moment too. He couldn't quite find the words to place it, but there was a sense of understanding, and yearning, and question there. It was the kind of look that asked and the only logical answer was to kiss the lips of the face pressing that look. There wasn't any need for words, you just knew. It was a question Wayne had answered too many times and would answer at any moment. There was just too much on his head tonight that the only way he could answer was with the wrong one. Wayne motioned himself back down on the bed; turning his hand, he locked it before hers.
Vanessa looked down upon him, smiling as she ran her fingers over his hair. It wasn't as physical as it was earlier, but still, it was quite emotional, having to rely on every single intuitive nerve. Vanessa leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. There was so much he was keeping in... Why oh, why, couldn't you just let it all out Vanessa cradled herself down to her side and crept herself beside him.
Wayne began to slowly turn his head.
Vanessa heard it too.
They didn't need to have it playing quietly to hear the music. It just surrounded them and slowly, it controlled them. In an instant, Wayne and Vanessa turned their heads and faced each other.
"Say something...", Vanessa quietly pleaded.
"Everything is gonna be alright."
"What about you?"
"I'll be fine."
They drew their heads close and kissed. It was proper in early Gnosticism to share knowledge through a kiss. One soul transferring all the information it knew on to its other. It was intimacy in the esoteric that attributed to Gnostic marriages. Their beliefs in the Sacred Sophia came though in the celebrations on the Homme and the Femme. It was there that both energies would come together as one in a complete unit; the night felt right, and their parts just matched, it did not matter where it was, as long as it was happening. In this celebration, both the homme and femme would transfer their energies, their information, and their love, all for the greater good of their souls and the universe around them. Simply put, this ancient, yet discarded religion offered quite a modern and guiltless concept of sex. - Sara Roth-Tavalera, The New Cambridge Journal. September 24, 1996
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Post by citizenmike on Jul 19, 2009 10:55:48 GMT -5
Well I don't know why I came here tonight, I got the feeling that something ain't right, I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair, And I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs, Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right, here I am, Stuck in the middle with you-Joe Egan & Gerry Rafferty... As Performed by their band, Stealers Wheel Chapter Two: Stuck In The Middle With You
Nine Years Ago...
God damn it, there's nothing better than a smoke in the cold, Wayne McGurk thought as he pulled into the arena. It was late in the early January afternoon and the snow had slowly started to settle. Driving the Harley in the weather would kill him... Again.
Fuck, Frank was right, he was a hard headed bastard.
Wayne held his arm out the window as the drove in an old Ford pick-up truck; the loyal Harley standing in wait behind him. Wayne turned up the radio as he placed the cigarette back between his lips. The song felt so good and infectious, that Wayne pulled the cigarette away from lips and began singing, "All the good love... When we're all alone. Keep it up girl, yeah you turn me on.". Wayne allowed his voice to strain as he continued, "I... I'm hooked on a feeling. I'm high on believin', that you're in love with me!"
Wayne began to bop his head to the rest of the song as he placed the cigarette back between his lips. Positioning the rear view mirror, Wayne looked at the Harley and said, "I know I've been spending a lot of time with her, baby. Tonight my love, you live."
Wayne parked his car in the middle of the parking lot and paused. One more show and he was headed off to Vegas to rendezvous with Vanessa.
Wayne shut the radio off and in the distance, he watched another car pull up. Wayne left the cigarette between his lips as he exhaled; a man just stepped out of the car. On the passengers side, a woman stepped out of the car... Vanessa...
"Hell is she doing here?", Wayne murmured.
The man stood by the trunk as Vanessa approached him. He opened the trunk, took out a couple bags, reached for her hand, and together, hand-in-hand, they made their way into the arena.
Fuck him for never asking her... It never came up.
Wayne pulled the cigarette away from his lips and ditched what was left into the snow, as he waited until they disappeared inside.
<***>
"And on tonight's main event, we're gonna set Sean Romano against Wayne..."
It was almost like a scene from a movie. For Vanessa, it happened all so fast, but somehow it was as if she was living through everything in utter slow-motion. She didn't need to hear the Booker finish the sentence. Her head was already turning away from the Booker, passed all the other guys who were set on wrestling tonight, and stopped at the very sight of him.
"McGurk.", the Booker finished.
And, she'll be damned, there he stood, leaning against the open door, looking at her.
"Any objections to this card?", the Booker asked.
Sean raised his hand up and asked, "Why him?"
The Booker crossed his arms and said, "The people over at XAW Japan requested for this match at the last minute. Since Wayne filled the Christmas spots in Japan, they've been pretty much set on booking him up against every number guy around North America, and you just happen to be up there." The Booker motioned before Sean and knelled, "Here's the thing, Wayne rising over in Japan, and it would the two of you a lot of good to go on through with this match."
Sean shrugged, crossing his arms, replying, "Sounds good."
The Booker stepped away from Sean and addressed the rest of the locker room. "Anything else?"
... Nothing.
"Good. The bell starts in an hour and good luck."
Vanessa heard everything as she kept her eyes on Wayne. He too looked back at her. He was expressionless. If she only had the nerve, she would have stood up and spoke to him. Vanessa turned back to Sean, looking slightly annoyed.
Sean looked back at her and said, "Could you believe this shit?"
Vanessa turned her head back to Wayne to find him gone, replying to Sean, "No, I can't."
<***>
Wayne stood against wall in the corridor as Ben Vega walked out of the locker room. Wayne stopped before him and said, "Thanks for doing this, man."
"You owe me one, McGurk."
Wayne gave Ben a pat on the shoulder as he said, "Haven't I always paid up?"
Ben scoffed and began walking, in turn, Wayne walked beside him.
"Got a smoke?"
"Yeah.", Wayne replied as pulled out a pack of Marlboro's from his pocket. Wayne took a stick, placed it between his lips, and handed a pack to Ben.
Ben took a stick and asked, "Got a light?"
Wayne took his lighter as the both of them stopped in the middle of the corridor. Wayne switched the lighter on brought it before Ben and lit his cigarette. The two continued walking as Wayne lit his.
"Why did you want this match, Wayne?"
"I have my reasons."
Ben pulled the cigarette away from his lips and exhaled, asking, "And they are?"
"Perfectly logical.", Wayne replied; the cigarette handing off the side of his lips as smoke belched from his mouth.
"Its the girl isn't it?"
"What girl?", Wayne asked as he pulled the cigarette away.
"Phoenix." Ben took a quick puff before continuing. "Come on Wayne, I saw the way the two of you were looking at each other. She's the girl from Japan, isn't she?"
"That's her...", Wayne replied before bringing the cigarette back to his lips.
"Do what you want with Romano.", Ben said as he stopped walking. "But remember, we're on his turf. The guy's a fucking hero up here. He's gonna have to look good, so level yourself." Ben gave Wayne a pat on the shoulder and said, "It's just like any other match, Wayne.", as he walked away. "Remember, I wanna be able to come back to this town one day."
Wayne stood in the middle of the corridor as he watched Ben walk away. He took a long drag off his cigarette as Ben's words played back in his head, over and over... It's just like any other match... It's just like any other match..."
"Hey..."
Wayne exhaled as he heard the voice. It was soft like a whisper; too comforting for him to forget. Wayne turned to her and shrugged, "Hey."
Vanessa slowly brought herself before him. Her fingers, busy picking around the skin of the opposite; her look, expressing a care and an apology so distinct, she didn't even need words. Vanessa gazed before him and said, "I didn't expect to see you here tonight."
"Same...", Wayne replied as he nodded his head.
Vanessa drew herself closer to him as she said, "Look, I should have told you about him. If anything, its really been over for-"
"Spare it.", Wayne cut her off as he walked past her. "Anyway, it never came up."
Treading down the hallway, Wayne could see Sean Romano standing outside the looker room waiting for him. God damn it, what now? Wayne took a look at the guy and instantly asked himself what Vanessa saw in the guy. He was tall, lankly, deep eye bags- the kind that showed someone who hadn't slept in days, and had what was probably the worst bigote he's ever seen... Seriously, what did she see in him?... Damn, it was jealousy talking.
"McGhuck," Romano began; Christ, he couldn't even pronounce McGurk right. "Good luck tonight."
Wayne gave him a pat on the shoulder as he motioned out the door past him, replying, "Cheers."
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Wayne stood in the middle of the ring as the arena filled with the sound of what was probably the worst cover of Steppenwolf's "Magic Carpet Ride" ever recorded.
The lights around Wayne dimmed as the strobe lights paved Sean Romano and Vanessa a way into the ring. The song was so damn loud, that Wayne could barely hear the announcer address them. As they drew closer to the ring, Wayne held onto the ropes and pulled himself out of the ring head over the feet. He was giving the special couple their grand moment to shine.
Wayne stood against the security rail just as Vanessa walked up the steps that led to the ring. Vanessa sat on the second rope and held the top rope as Sean Romano leap into the apron and motioned through the open ropes.
That smug Canuck, making a woman do his job.
Vanessa looked at Wayne with a passive stair; if he wasn't a cynic, he would have sworn she was telling him she wanted out from Romano.
Come on, man... Show this girl what you're made off. Show this girl you're worth a damn. If she took a flight to Japan with someone she knew off a conversation, it's gotta mean something.
Wayne slid beneath the bottom rope and motioned inside the ring. He circled around Romano, the referee holding him back; the lights slowly returning. Wayne stepped into the center of the ring as the referee called for the bell.
It was time. Give everything, man. Take everything.
Wayne motioned up for a tie-up, but the bastard Romano socked him in the jaw with a cheap shot. Wayne staggered back a couple steps as Romano pushed himself forward and shot Wayne into the ropes. Wayne bounced back and ducked a potential wheel kick to the face. Romano fell to the ground and Wayne quickly covered himself over him with a headlock. Wayne tightened his grip as Romano quickly untangled Wayne's boot, distracting him. That son of a bitch. Romano used the distraction to lift himself from the mat. The scrawny bastard was stronger than he expected. Romano made a dash and dropped himself before the ropes, clipping Wayne's head in between the first and second ropes. Wayne held on to his throat; trying to gasp for air.
Wayne slowly rose to a sitting position, but Romano intercepted any attempts at rising with a stiff running kick across the chest, jerking Wayne back into the mat. Romano pulled Wayne by the legs and covered him for a pin... One... Two... Wayne lifted his shoulder. Perfect call on Romano's part. He didn't have to break the pin with a reach for the ropes like a coward. That shoulder lift was more than enough to show he was stronger; more than enough to show he was better.
Romano pulled Wayne up by the hair, but Wayne managed to lift himself on his knees and sock Romano across the neck with an uppercut. Wayne rose to his feet as Romano staggered back. Wayne rose fast, grabbed Romano by the hair and shoved his face right into the turnbuckle; hard. Wayne shoved him back into the turnbuckle and he made sure it was a lot harder than the first. Wayne shoved back into the corner; Romano recoiled as Wayne bounced from ropes and took him down with a hard clothesline. Wayne covered him for the pin fall... One... Two... And the bastard dropped his leg over the bottom rope... And it was a good move on Romano's part too.
Romano quickly motioned out of the ring and panted before the apron. Wayne bounced back with a baseball slide dropkick that landed hard across Romano's chest, sending him flying back several feet. Wayne waited for Romano to get back up before charging off the ropes in an attempt to take air with a suicide dive. But just before Wayne could make it to the ropes, Romano grabbed Vanessa and placed her before him; shielding him. The coward. Wayne came to a sudden halt, leaving him crashing hard over the ropes. Romano charged back to the ring, grabbed Wayne by the legs and pulled him outside. Wayne hit the cold concrete hard and just before he could do anything, Romano pulled him up and shoved him against the steel of security rails. Romano followed with a stiff roundhouse, sending Wayne falling back over the rain and into a sea of blood thirsty Canadian fans.
With the rails obstructing his view, Wayne could see Romano waving his arms he shouted at Vanessa, there was a look of concern across her face.
Vanessa paced back as Sean approached her, screaming, "Qu'est-ce avec l'air? " (Translation: What's with the look?)
"Ce n'est rien?", Vanessa replied. (Translation: It's nothing.)
Sean pointed at her, shooting back, "Tu mens. Si vous ne l'étaient pas, alors vous ne serait pas de me regarder comme ça.". Sean turned back to see Wayne, slowly pulling himself through the secuirty rail. "Attendez, c'est lui, McGhuck, c'est vous qui êtes à la recherche, à!" (Translation: You're lying. If you weren't, then you would not be looking at me like that... Wait, it's him, McGhuck, he's who you're looking at! What is going on?)
In the distance, Vanessa watched as Wayne, now on both his feet, charging. Vanessa grabbed Sean by the head and kissed him tenderly. Vanessa pulled away fast and started steping backwards saying, "Bonne chance, mon cher!". (Translation: Good luck, my dear!)
"Pardon?!", Sean screamed asking, waving his arms about. (Translation: What?!)
Vanessa gave Sean a weak smile as she pointed forward. Sean turned back in a daze of confusion, and it was too late for him to do damn thing as his jaw dropped at the sight of Wayne in mid-air, coming, crashing forward with a Lou Thesz press. Wayne aimed himself well before he took air; wanted to catch the bastard for all his worth. Wayne landed hard over Sean and began to pummel him with punches.
The referee's ten count was reaching its end. Vanessa came forward and pulled Wayne off Romano, whispering into his ear. "Tu ferais mieux de retourner dans cet anneau."
"What?", he whispered back.
"Go."
Wayne couldn't figure out what she just said, but that ten count coming to its end, he motioned back inside the ring. He slid out and came back in again to give Romano more time. If he was gonna win, he was taking it the right way.
Wayne wasn't in the mood to wait as he motioned over the ropes and pulled Romano up by the hair, but Romano retaliated with a rake across the eyes. Wayne stumbled back, as Romano grabbed the ropes and followed up with a hard roundhouse across Wayne's face. Wayne spun from the shot and looked back to see Romano in mid air. Wayne caught him in an attempt to take him down with a powerslam, but Romano fought himself off the grasp and took Wayne down with a spinning ddt.
Wayne was almost certain he was lying in the middle of the ring as the noise of the crowd seemed to surround the two of them. In the corner of his eye, he could make out Sean Romano, breathing heavily, his arms and legs spread so far out you could swear he was building a snow angel.
This match was gonna end soon and if he did anything, he was gonna have to act now.
Wayne rolled onto his belly and pushed himself to his feet. Wayne limped over to Romano; the pain was getting to him. Taking control of his body and limiting what he could give..
Romano grabbed Wayne by his jeans and shoved him into the ropes. Romano dove and landed a hard axe-handle across Wayne's back. Wayne gave in and let out a scream. Romano rushed to his feet and began to choke out Wayne. The referee came over and pried Romano off Wayne.
The referee was distracted with Sean; it was the snug smile across his face that gave Vanessa the sign she needed. Vanessa grabbed Wayne by the head and began choking him out as well.
Damn it, Wayne couldn't figure out what was going on with her. Vanessa placed her both her hands over his. Positioning one against the top of her head and the other on the side of her neck, Vanessa pulled herself to Wayne and kissed him; practically forcing his lips to open. Vanessa pushed herself off Wayne and slapped him.
Wayne motioned himself off the ropes as he ran his hand over his cheek and lips. He couldn't figure out what was going on for the life of him. Wayne looked down at his hand and noticed green dye. Wayne looked at Vanessa, who in turn, shot him a devilish smile and a wink. And it was then when Wayne felt it... That minx... Wayne turned back to find Romano charging for him. Wayne stepped forward and sprayed him in the eyes with Vanessa's poison mist. Romano stumbled back, blinded; his arms flailing. Wayne shot himself off the ropes and brought his leg up, smacking Romano hard against the jaw with his big boot.
It was a sight to watch Romano fall down like that; Wayne could have sworn that it was probably the most pathetic seen he had ever seen... Romano falling to his knees before dropping down completely. Wayne hooked Romano's legs and covered him... One... Two... Three... That was it!
The green dye dripped down off Wayne's mouth as the referee raised Wayne's arm. Wayne rose and pushed himself against the corner as Vanessa slid into the ring and approached him.
"What do you want?", Wayne asked her.
Vanessa threw her arms around him, looked up at him and asked, "Isn't it obvious?"
"It is, but I think I'd like to hear it."
"I want you.", Vanessa murmured.
"Care to say it again?"
Vanessa closed her eyes and said, "Wayne, I-"
Wayne cut her off, said "It doesn't matter.", and kissed her.
Vanessa wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed back.
Wayne drew away, locked his arms around the ropes, and flipped himself outside. Wayne gave her a smile and reached out his hand to her. Vanessa crouched between the second and bottom ropes as he her hand met his. Fledgling promotion UCW (Ultimate Championship Wrestling) topped its Canadian-debut with a main event between local-hero, Sean Romano, and Wayne McGurk. It was an odd pairing that paid off with one of the best fights I've seen in these parts in a long time. From the opening bell, both men went at with such a ferocity you'd have sworn there was an established bad-blood between them. Romano's lovely valet, Phoenix, did her share in assisting him through the match; in the end, it was clear who's side she was on. While McGurk hung from second rope, Romano had the referee distracted, giving Phoenix a good chance at choking out the biker. McGurk used the moment to his advantage as he pulled the Phoenix in for a smack between the lips. Phoenix fought him off and followed through with a well deserved slap.
By then, it was clear that Romano had the match in. But McGurk cut him off and sprayed the man with the a dose of the poisonous Asian mist between the eyes. This came as a shock to myself as I never imagined Wayne McGurk to use such a move. Then again, he could have picked up the trick during his time in Japan. With Romano blinded, McGurk shoved his patented big boot across Romano's mug for the win.
Then something interesting happened. Just moments after the match, the Phoenix came into the ring and began to exchange words with victor. As a spectator I couldn't help but feel the growing tension. Something was happening. The two came close, there were no words. And then suddenly, they shared what was without question one of the most passionate kisses I think I've ever seen. McGurk and the Phoenix walked away hand-in-hand; Romano watched from the ring; blinded and bruised with a broken heart.
An interesting turn of events that left all of us at the arena hanging. If there's anything certain it is that Wayne McGurk and the Phoenix are well on their way in to one of this sports most interesting figures. Freddie Stinson, The Weekly Wrestler Newsletter. January 12, 2001
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Post by citizenmike on Jul 25, 2009 18:13:02 GMT -5
Restless soul, enjoy your youth Like Muhammad hits the truth Can't escape from the common rule If you hate something, don't you do it too...too...-Eddie Vedder... As performed by his band, Pearl JamChapter Three: Not For You The scent of the ocean washed deeper within Wayne than the scent of the Camel cigarette slowly fermenting inside him. The saline of the water matched and balanced with the rustic caramel of the cigarette was a strange scent Wayne reckoned he would remember and smell again one day without having to be near the ocean or a cigarette.
Wayne's hair drifted behind him against the cool morning air as he caught a glimpse of Scarlett leaping into a coming wave; Vanessa rushing into the water after her. They expression of their faces was priceless. It was peaceful and joyful. He could almost take a picture... And just like the saline and tobacco combination, this was something Wayne's was gonna remember til the day he died.
Wayne set himself on the sand as he blew off a blank cloud of smoke; the clouds of the morning making his smoke indistinguishable against the blue of the sky.
Maybe it was the night before. Sharing something with Vanessa he hadn't shared in a couple weeks. Closing his eyes, he could almost feel her bare leg creeping up against his. Drawing his back into the sand, Wayne could have sworn he heard the sweet nothings she had said to him. Little things only they knew... "Just think, Wayne.", she said in those hours before. "We're both sharing the present.". Wayne smiled the way he did last night. What she said was a throwback to a running joke they had. There were times when they we're divided by timezones; more often than not, he was trapped in a future that was nearing fast, while she basked on a past that was on the verge to last.
Wayne closed his eyes and in the darkness of his mind's eye, he saw where he was and what he was doing the night that joke started. Nine years ago, a couple weeks, give or take, from the night in Toronto where he "won" her off Sean Romano. Wayne shrugged as his mind trailed off for a moment... What the hell ever happened to that guy?... Wayne lay over the sun as he drifted his thoughts back to that hotel room in Japan... Must've been eleven o'clock in the morning and Wayne made it a point to wake up early enough to catch her right before she headed to bed. He called her up and they didn't speak long; he was being mindful of their differences in time. "How late is it up there? "About half-past midnight, my love." "You know what this means, don't you?" "What?" "It means that, technically speaking, I'm in the future!" "Oh, really?" "Yeah." "How is the future?" "Faster than it ought to damn be. Meals come in pill form and virtual reality visors are used to simulate sex. You'd love it!" "I'm sure I would." "Hows the past?" "The same way you left it." It was a couple of years ago when Vanessa brought it up again, and suddenly, it just hit him. One day, just out of the blue, she asked him, "How's the future?. It was as if he had forgotten something so uniquely theirs and he couldn't understand why.
Wayne's mind drifted back to the night; and not the night years ago on the phone, no, last night. Everything still so clear and vivid. "Just think, Wayne. We're both sharing the present." Wayne remembered turning his face away from her and then suddenly feeling her soft hand graze against his cheek; forming itself on the base of his jaw, Vanessa turned his head against her and asked, softly, "Why can't you let me in, Wayne?"
There were close to million ways he could tell her the same thing and that idiot logic that hangs like a shady devil in our deepest thoughts came through and told him there was nothing he could tell her but that everything was gonna be fine. Wayne turned away from her, he knew it was bullshit; those words the devil told him. The devil lurked inside... Crawling, stretching itself over his brain as it infected him with lies that would only shut Vanessa up.
"I can't believe we're coming back to this... Wayne, this has got to stop!" No sooner than his mind found the heaven he needed, it drifted back to the turbulent evening before those soft early morning hours. The soft in Vanessa's voice, raised barely. It wasn't hell, but it was something Wayne wasn't quite ready to face either. "Stop what?", Wayne shot back; the tone in his voice matching her's in aggravation. "Beating yourself over everything. When are you going to realize that the world doesn't revolve over your shoulders? What other people do, they do soley on their own accord. You know this, Wayne... What do you want me to do?" It was the second time she used his name in a matter of seconds; something she only did when there was something on her mind. It was somewhere over the course of arguing out in the balcony did things quell; and somehow, they seemed to grow softer, almost apologetic. From what started out as an argument that had them standing on opposite ends of the balcony drew into something touchy, feely, emotional, and intense. Anger and aggravation soon developed into passion and lust. If they could have, they would have broken into the room thought the window and wrestled their way into the bedroom; their clothes scattered along the hallway.
Wayne stuck the cigarette between his lips... Puffing away as he could have sworn he felt Vanessa's arm hooked around his neck; her fingers digging itself deep into him with every thrust. In the darkness of his minds eyes, he could see that look on Vanessa's face from his elevation; little moans and bugging eyes he could only hear, see, and feel- slowly building to a sequence that ended in something bigger... Gripping on to him even tighter as her whole body convulsed in finality with the rest of him.
"Just think, Wayne. We're both sharing the present... Why can't you let me in, Wayne?" Wayne's mind drifted back those moments not long after... The shaded light that hung above shouldered them in a gold so brilliant, Wayne was certain there were candelabras vultured over them. Wayne couldn't remember what he told her in turn, but he could have sworn, it was something like, "What we're we fighting about back there?
Wayne opened his eyes as the sun shed its heat brilliantly across his skin. Wayne rose as he held the cigarette for a final drag. Everything leading to Survival of The Fittest was a distraction, the truth was that he had already forgotten about it. It was nothing he did, it was all Vanessa. Through the little bits of word and skin, she said, she finally got through to Wayne.
Watching her in the water holding Scarlett soaked in the clothes she came in, Wayne saw her for all she really was, An angel... An angel born for him and him alone. It didn't matter what she did or where she came from, she was who she was, and she is beautiful. Here's to hoping she makes the most of Survival of The Fittest... The angel... The Goddess... The indestructible force she is taking in everything from their strangers, their enemies, and their friends... Every amount of punishment she's willing to submit herself too.. Only bound to throw back to them... Rising up, like the woman she is, taking the gold and glory he couldn't give her...
"I have to let go.", Wayne murmured as he began chuckling the laughter that belonged only to a man who could have sworn he lost his mind.
Wayne's laughter soon let go into tears. What they were, he did not know. He felt release, he felt peace, he felt anger, and he felt love... "Fuck, I finally get it!".
Wayne flicked the cigarette off his lips as he rose and slowly stepped into the water. "For so long,", Wayne began. "I have let my anxieties and my emotions dictate the course of my career. For so long, I've hid myself and my family from this beautiful world, and I can't do that anymore. I've hid us from the world on account of what I know and people like you, EBR. Maybe you spared me back there at Loaded, but the fact of the matter is that you chose to hurt me in a way you couldn't do physically.
"You drove me mad! I hated you. I hated myself. And I hated the rest of this God damned world, but I don't hate anymore. No longer do I search for sanctity, because I never needed it. I had it all this time, but I was just too consumed with my personal shit, that I was just too blind to see it.
"What's done is done and there's nothing I can do to change that. What I can do however I take my revenge in such a fitting manner. I may no longer hate you, but I can't let you go for what you did... Don't you see EBR, that we never need to go through all this. All you had to do was come to me and admit you had a problem. If anything, you brought this all on yourself. And there's no going back now, because the only thing we can do is deal with it... You had it coming!"
At any moment, the wave was set on crashing over Wayne. Closing his eyes as he drew himself deeper into the water, Wayne stretched out his arms; ready for the saline, ready for the ocean. Wayne took a deep breath as he turned to Vanessa and said, "All that to you in a church by the sea."
"Isn't that from a song?", Vanessa asked back as she cradled Scarlett in her arms.
"It is.", Wayne replied as he turned back to the wave. It was close enough for him to reach out and feel.
The moment before the wave crashed down and took him over, Wayne said to Vanessa, "But let's do it!" I have never taken life, Yet I have often paid the price And you, you are a victim of this age And the guilt that hangs around your neck Has got me locked up in a cage
You've to learn to live until no end But first you must learn to swim All over again Because...
Pain lies on the riverside And pain will never say goodbye Pain lies on the riverside So put your feet in the water Put your head in the water Put your soul in the water And join me for a swim tonight -Ed Kowalczyk, As performed by his band, Live.
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