Post by Angel Blake on Aug 19, 2014 14:07:26 GMT
His hand gently grazed the soft supple skin of her cheek, she smiled, it was playful innocent, it made his heart melt. Slowly it made it’s way down the side of her neck and over her shoulder. Her spine tingled with exhilaration as his hand moved lower and lower.
She pushed him down, her arms finding their way around his seemingly massive shoulders so she could rake the skin of his back, it wasn’t long before they became a tangled mess of flesh and bed sheets. Like a couple of teenagers they made love all through night and into the morning, her moans surely waking the neighbors. His passion was unlike anything she’d ever seen before, he didn’t just want her, he wanted to devour her.
Everything up until now was a blur of lust and sex, she’d seen him at the school where she interned, he was a wrestler in all black with face paint. Any normal person would of been put off by his obvious demonic appearance but she wasn’t. It enthralled, he enthralled. The way he looked, spoke, the way he touched her before their lips met that first time and when they did, the electricity that shot through her was un real.
She didn’t remember the car ride back to her apartment, the momentary lapses of passion on the side of the road that turned a five minute drive into sixty. She didn’t remember unlocking the door or inviting him in or even getting his name.
”What… Do I… Call you?”
Her words came between the pulsations of his body beneath her, it didn’t even matter did it? She didn’t want this to end, she never wanted to be without the dark haired man.
”Angel.”
He whispered it to her, his lips just touching her ear as he did so, she quivered and gripped him even tighter as he flipped her over onto her pack. His chiseled arms pinned her down and she liked it.
He came in close, his teeth lightly biting her neck and slowly turning into a deep kiss on her flesh. His hands moved over her body, groping her slowly, passionately, getting to know her one inch at a time as he slowly moved back and forth on top of her.
”And you?”
He said it with a child like grin on his face, he looked so innocent to her, so unlike his face paint would lead you to believe. She wanted to laugh, this was so unlike her, so out of character. She’d barely been with a hand full of men and each one of them had been what she considered a serious relationship and her she was with a man she knew nothing about and it hit her so suddenly.
She loved him.
”Shelly.”
His eyes closed as he whispered her name to himself.
”Shelly.”
Her long sharp nails dug into his flesh as his eyes opened he let out a long moan of both pain and pleasure and beneath him was Ana Valentine. Her dark hair framing her angelic face, her perfectly large breasts pressed naked up against him as she arched back to accept every last inch of him.
”My Goddess.”
Her face glistened with the sweat of passion as she smiled, another wave of pleasure washed over her as her hands gripped him even tighter than before. He could feel the warmth of his blood slowly make it’s way down his back, mixing with the salt of his sweat.
”Hallelujah!”
She screamed, her hands moving to his arms and throwing him off of her and onto the bed. He smiled as she mounted him, it was time to show her devotion as she bent down and kissed the nap of his neck and slowly but passionately moving up to his lips. They touched and it was like electricity passed between them. His eyes closed as their tongues met, lightly she bit his lower lip and sucked on it as she pulled back.
”My God.”
Her voice sounded mocking, condescending, Shelly at now where Ana was, her hips moving faster and faster, her body grinding up against him. He felt his passion rise, his heart race, he felt alive, more alive than he’d ever felt before as she moved back and forth. His hands reached up and took a hand full of her fruits, she gripped his hands and forced them to rub harder. He could feel his body tense up, she could do and she threw her head back.
”HALLELUJAH!!!!”
Exhausted and filled with the holy spirit, Ana fell on top of him, her hands stroking the back of his head weaving their way in and out of his hair. He breathed deeply as he held her.
She slowly moved off of him and onto her side, her head resting against his chest. He breathed deeply her scent and smiled, his arms wrapping tightly around her as he held her.
I can have them both.
His hand made it’s way up her spine, she quivered with a laugh as his fingers danced their way over her skin eventually resting on her arm. He traced her with his finger tip up her arm, over her shoulder, up her neck and against her chin. Slowly he lifted her head so their eyes met.
Ana as MY Goddess. Shelly as MY whore.
She pushed him down, her arms finding their way around his seemingly massive shoulders so she could rake the skin of his back, it wasn’t long before they became a tangled mess of flesh and bed sheets. Like a couple of teenagers they made love all through night and into the morning, her moans surely waking the neighbors. His passion was unlike anything she’d ever seen before, he didn’t just want her, he wanted to devour her.
Everything up until now was a blur of lust and sex, she’d seen him at the school where she interned, he was a wrestler in all black with face paint. Any normal person would of been put off by his obvious demonic appearance but she wasn’t. It enthralled, he enthralled. The way he looked, spoke, the way he touched her before their lips met that first time and when they did, the electricity that shot through her was un real.
She didn’t remember the car ride back to her apartment, the momentary lapses of passion on the side of the road that turned a five minute drive into sixty. She didn’t remember unlocking the door or inviting him in or even getting his name.
”What… Do I… Call you?”
Her words came between the pulsations of his body beneath her, it didn’t even matter did it? She didn’t want this to end, she never wanted to be without the dark haired man.
”Angel.”
He whispered it to her, his lips just touching her ear as he did so, she quivered and gripped him even tighter as he flipped her over onto her pack. His chiseled arms pinned her down and she liked it.
He came in close, his teeth lightly biting her neck and slowly turning into a deep kiss on her flesh. His hands moved over her body, groping her slowly, passionately, getting to know her one inch at a time as he slowly moved back and forth on top of her.
”And you?”
He said it with a child like grin on his face, he looked so innocent to her, so unlike his face paint would lead you to believe. She wanted to laugh, this was so unlike her, so out of character. She’d barely been with a hand full of men and each one of them had been what she considered a serious relationship and her she was with a man she knew nothing about and it hit her so suddenly.
She loved him.
”Shelly.”
His eyes closed as he whispered her name to himself.
”Shelly.”
Her long sharp nails dug into his flesh as his eyes opened he let out a long moan of both pain and pleasure and beneath him was Ana Valentine. Her dark hair framing her angelic face, her perfectly large breasts pressed naked up against him as she arched back to accept every last inch of him.
”My Goddess.”
Her face glistened with the sweat of passion as she smiled, another wave of pleasure washed over her as her hands gripped him even tighter than before. He could feel the warmth of his blood slowly make it’s way down his back, mixing with the salt of his sweat.
”Hallelujah!”
She screamed, her hands moving to his arms and throwing him off of her and onto the bed. He smiled as she mounted him, it was time to show her devotion as she bent down and kissed the nap of his neck and slowly but passionately moving up to his lips. They touched and it was like electricity passed between them. His eyes closed as their tongues met, lightly she bit his lower lip and sucked on it as she pulled back.
”My God.”
Her voice sounded mocking, condescending, Shelly at now where Ana was, her hips moving faster and faster, her body grinding up against him. He felt his passion rise, his heart race, he felt alive, more alive than he’d ever felt before as she moved back and forth. His hands reached up and took a hand full of her fruits, she gripped his hands and forced them to rub harder. He could feel his body tense up, she could do and she threw her head back.
”HALLELUJAH!!!!”
Exhausted and filled with the holy spirit, Ana fell on top of him, her hands stroking the back of his head weaving their way in and out of his hair. He breathed deeply as he held her.
She slowly moved off of him and onto her side, her head resting against his chest. He breathed deeply her scent and smiled, his arms wrapping tightly around her as he held her.
I can have them both.
His hand made it’s way up her spine, she quivered with a laugh as his fingers danced their way over her skin eventually resting on her arm. He traced her with his finger tip up her arm, over her shoulder, up her neck and against her chin. Slowly he lifted her head so their eyes met.
Ana as MY Goddess. Shelly as MY whore.
She smiled at him.
”What?”
They can both be MINE.
He cradled her face in his hand as he leaned in, their lips meet, it’s light, loving and she feels herself melt in his arms.
MINE.
He pulled back, something changed in him, his eyes seemed less dark and imposing, his posture became less defensive. He still cradled her face as he whispered to her.
”I love you.”
Her heart skipped a beat, she knew GOD loved her, he loved all his creations, his family but this was more. She was more.
”I- I love you too.”
Happiness washed over her like absolution. She felt him hold her closer, tighter, he felt her kiss him deeper, more passionately. In this moment their love was strong enough to destroy whole worlds and create a better one in their image.
Hallelujah.
Somewhere in the room a phone flashed...
"You have 1 new message."
Somewhere in the room a phone flashed...
"You have 1 new message."
It could have been worse
But it should have been better.
The object of your desire shimmers in the darkness. It’s gold gleam drawing your attention like a black hole sucking you further and further in.
”How does it feel to know that this is as close as you will ever be?”
Your hands reach out to touch it, grasp it, but they fall flush against the screen, your sorry reflection staring back at you in despair.
”How does it feel to know that no matter how hard you try, no matter how badly you want it, no matter what you do in this life you will never be able to stand side by side with GOD and call yourself a champion?”
“How does it feel to know in your heart of hearts that you are and will always be second best?”
“Does it anger you? Depress you? Does it make you feel like taking a seat in the middle of the ring and dropping one of those adorable pipe bomb promos on me? Let me be the one to drop a little pipe bomb on you, Michael Laszlo, as good as you think you are right now you are not even a glimmer of a sparkle compared to my blinding greatness.”
The Championship gold seems to shine brighter as your feeble nails drag themselves along the screen, tracing it’s glory.
”You’ve been number two for so long that failure has become second nature for you. You say all the right things to get the fans to rally behind you but it’s all in habit. You’re so used to saying that this time is your time that it is all you ever really have to say anymore.”
“Your pipe bombs have become fire crackers.”
“Your dreams are now nightmares.”
“You stand opposed to me simply to be opposed, you have no convictions behind your words, no true beliefs. You are nothing but an empty canvas for the fans to paint as they please. Your white hat and halo are but a costume, a façade to hide your selfish, wounded ego. Once upon a time people spoke of you as the next generation but now you are simply an after thought among those who matter.”
Your hand closes over the image, a dream that is forever out of reach.
”You stand for nothing, Michael, believe in nothing. You’re a half way decent good guy because you failed to be a remarkable bad guy. A second tier fan favorite because Alex Jones is bidding his time to come for me.”
“And why is that Michael? Who is to blame?”
“You and you alone are. You wrestle to live out childhood fantasies with no actual desire, no real determination, a grown man who throws around lines like “best in the world” because it sells t-shirts and keeps you seemingly relevant.”
“Do you want to know the secret to my success, Michael?”
Angrily you pound your fist against the glass, MY gleaming Championship belt mocking you as my voice takes on a caring tone.
”I believe every single syllable that comes out of my mouth.”
Why can’t it ever be your, you wonder?
”When I say I’m GOD it isn’t a clever moniker or a bid for attention, I BELIEVE I AM GOD! I know I am GOD. I know that men and women alike fear me, respect me, LOVE ME! Because I am the one and only way. I am the path to redemption and paradise. I am what all others wish to be. I am what any one of you could become.”
“I BELIEVE IN ME.”
“There isn’t a single ounce of doubt in my mind over who I am and what I’ve done. I know the path I’ve walked to be here, the hell I’ve gone through both personally and professionally. I’ve had my career ended on more than one occasion and always I came back better, stronger, faster, always I rose back to the top because NO ONE is capable of putting me down forever.”
“I’m above good and evil, wrong and right, those are concepts made by man to justify there actions. I AM GOD! And what I do is force my will upon the world because no one can stop me.”
“NOT YOU!”
“Not Alex Jones.”
“Not even Roberto Verona.”
“I stand above you all as GOD because none of you have what it takes to remove me from my throne.”
Why aren’t I good enough, you scream?
”Your hollow threats and empty promise mean nothing to me, absolutely nothing because I KNOW I am going to beat you Michael. Your defeat will be my gift to my followers.”
“The Age of X will bathe in your blood.”
Tears stain your checks.
”For my weakness is not my belief in my self, it’s my belief in you, in IWF, in the dregs that run their mouths each and every week on television and twitter.”
“Xavier Cross.”
“Steve Awesome.”
“You, Michael…”
“Are my weakness because I believe you can be better. I WANT you to be better. I put myself on this pedestal for you to knock down. I call myself GOD so that you may strive to prove me wrong. I put myself before you as an obstacle so that you may work to overcome me.”
“Perhaps I’m the full for wanting a better world for you? Perhaps my arrogance has lead to ignorance and what I see before me is truly the best you have to offer? Perhaps it was foolish of me to ever believe in you?”
“But I still believe.”
“I believe man was created to overcome, to conquer, I believe Michael Laszlo can be more than a blank canvas, he can be a GOD if he only believed in himself.”
You drop to your knees, the tears running thick.
”And that is your weakness Michael, not Alexis, not your ego but the underlying belief that you will never amount to anything. Your false bravado and vacant smile speak volumes.”
“I can see the real Michael Laszlo.”
“I can see the weak, petulant little child screaming for someone to believe in him so that he may believe in himself. If only he could see what Alexis sees, if only he could see what I see, if only Michael could look in a mirror and see more than the failure he’s made himself.”
The image flickers and the goes out leaving you in total darkness. Alone.
”You have to beat me.”
“You have to prove me wrong.”
“You have to become more than GOD.”
“You’re the artist and the empty canvas, the paint and the brush, my LEGACY is solidified, my GOSPEL spreading, I AM ETERNAL and there is nothing you can do to change that. Long after I’m gone my name will still be spoken in a hushed whisper for fear that I will return.”
“When you’re gone what will they say of you?”
“Who is Michael Laszlo but another broken promise?”
My hand rests upon your shoulder in the dark. GOD is always with you because you will always be MINE.
”Prove me wrong.”
I know I’d hurt you, deserted you
And now I see it clear
I pulled you closer, tighter
‘Cause I knew you’d disappear
"I can’t do this anymore. We’ve gone back and forth between love and hate for so long I don’t even really know how I feel anymore. There was a time I’d look at you and see everything I could ever want for the rest of my life but that was before the abuse and the cheating."
"That was before you became God."
"I have a family to think about, three children and I can’t involve them with this life we’ve had. I can’t watch Hayleigh’s heart break again when you rip this family apart for a third time. I can’t put Dylan or Serenity though that either, their already going to have a life time wondering why their father and I couldn’t work it out."
"When things were good it was amazing. You were the love of my life but I’m not twenty years old anymore. You’re not a struggling wrestler just looking for his break. You’ve become something else, something almost unrecognizable to me."
"You had me fooled for a bit, I thought I saw the man beneath the God, I thought I saw a glimmer of my Angel in there. I really thought there was hope. I told myself that maybe you meant it, maybe you wanted to be better, maybe just maybe there was more to you than the character you portray on television."
"I was wrong."
"You’re God now, a God who rules over a broken kingdom full of psychopaths, just the way you want it."
"I won’t be a part of that life, my children won’t be a part of that life. I’m sorry Angel, I really truly am. You have no idea how badly I wanted to believe in you. You couldn’t even imagine how badly I wanted our family back."
"Do you remember when we first met and how it felt? It was true love."
"But now when I look at you all I see is that disgusting look of satisfaction on your face from that night with Ana… A night I will always regret happened. A night I will spend the rest of my life wishing I could take back."
"I’m taking my children and I’m leaving, I’ve contacted the court and filed for full custody of Hayleigh, I’ve also asked Alex to keep our new residence between us. Don’t try to find us, we don’t want anything to do with you."
"Goodbye…"
His hand slowly gripped the cell phone so tightly the glass screen spider webbed against his ear. Slowly his arm dropped as his eyes faded black.
”Who was it?"
Ana sat up, concerned, she clutched the bed sheets over herself as her hand reached out hesitantly for him. He sat on the edge of the bed, his whole pale naked frame starting to shake ever so slightly with anger.
”My Lord?”
She slowly reached out for him her hand only just touching his cold granite like skin when he recoiled like a snake, the phone flew from his hand and shattered against the wall as he grabbed her by the face and shoved her down with all his strength into the bed.
”GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”
His voice boomed seemingly shaking the walls as she shrank back from him unsure of what he’d do next. It seemed like eternity before she even dared to draw a breath and when she finally did he was gone and everything she had felt only moments before, passion, warmth, safety…
Love…
Started to crumble inside her mind as she desperately fought herself to keep the walls up.
"... Not again..."
She whispered to herself alone in the room. Somewhere not so far from here a dark and angry GOD sought what was his, what will always be is, what will always be...
"... Not again..."
She whispered to herself alone in the room. Somewhere not so far from here a dark and angry GOD sought what was his, what will always be is, what will always be...
MINE!
I just can’t compromise, apologize
There’s nothing you can say
We both knew
It would always end this way.
"You will be made to bow Michael as has everyone who came before you. You will be made to respect and worship me. You will be made a believer in me and my greatness because there is no other real option. The world expects you to fail."
"I expect you to fail."
"Despite my best intentions for you, I KNOW you do not have what it takes to defeat me. You lack the basic killer instinct one needs to survive in my new age. The road to hell was paved with good intentions and while it is my passion to see even the meekest of my children rise up and stand shoulder to shoulder with me I am still GOD which means I have to wreak bloody havoc on all who oppose me."
"You oppose me."
"I believe when this match has come and gone you will be laying in a pool of your own blood and piss wondering why you ever bothered to step up to me. I believe you will have your poor wounded ego cradled by that festering pool of human failure that you call Alexis. I believe the two of you will live out long happy lives together knowing that no matter how hard you try, how badly you may want it you will never ever be..."
"GOD."
"Hallelujah."
Well howdy there pardner.