Post by The Ace on Jun 21, 2013 21:00:10 GMT
Jake Conway stands in front of the mirror of his large en-suite bathroom, he grips the wash basin with both hands and stares at himself in the glass, leaning forward. He looks like he hasn't slept in a couple of days, and blonde stubble is starting to form under his chin and across his upper lip. The beginning of a depression beard. He talks to his own reflection.
Jake: What's wrong with you man? This used to be so easy. Maybe they're right, maybe you're not cut out for this kind of life anymore...
Jake then turns the tap and cups his hands under the steady stream of running water, before splashing the cold water on his face, the shock to his skin awakens him.
Jake: Pull yourself together man! You can still do this! There are people who still depend on you to do this. You don't want to let them down do you? Nobody else in that locker-room has your experience in this kind of thing, and they never will. You're a one of a kind man, irreplaceable, nobody else can do what you do with quite as much style and flare.
Having talked himself up, Jake smiles.
Jake: You're right, I can still do this! Let's do this!
Jake then turns around and walks out of the bathroom into the bedroom. He walks over to the bed and picks up the copy of IWF Magazine he discarded earlier, he flicks through it and settles himself down on the bed, turning the magazine at various angles, but nothing about what he's looking at seems to satisfy him.
Jake: I've got nothing. I knew it! I can't do this anymore! I can't even bring myself to rate Isabella, feels weird and kinda wrong to know I should be pretty excited about this lingerie contest, but honestly I'm in big trouble here, besides she's Bert's type not mine. Why am I even bothering with this anyway?
"Because Katherine Lockheart's just a bitch who's toying with you in some futile effort to come between us..."
Jake wasn't expecting a response to his entirely rhetorical question, but as he looks up and sees his wife stood there even in a simple t-shirt and jean combo, he could not help but marvel at how much more she thrilled him than any other active Diamond these days. It wasn't always like that, wind the clock back six or seven years and he'd be just as willing as any other hot blooded male in the IWF locker-room to have his turn on the Maldini bicycle, but now, now he was married and had been for the past five years, very happily in fact, and no scantily clad harlot ever factored into it. That's how much she had changed him.
Jake: You might be right, but still I don't get it. I mean I'm used to judging lingerie, but nine times out of ten its always been on you...
Kathy walks over to her husband, and raises an eyebrow, clearly teasing him.
Kathy: And what about the tenth time?
Kathy then crawls onto the bed and looms over her husband, looking down at him. She grabs the magazine from his hand and throws it to the side.
Jake: Usually hanging in some lingerie store waiting for me to buy it for you...
Kathy giggles.
Kathy: You're such a romantic cornball at times, you know that?
Jake smiles.
Jake: I do. And I also know that that's why you love me so much.
Kathy smiles.
Kathy: I do.
Jake then looks over to the bedside table at the small silver framed wedding photograph of them together, reminded of their vows. Kathy follows his gaze and her smile widens.
Kathy: A lot of people say it and some people think its cliche, but that really was the happiest day of my life. you know?
Jake: It wasn't mine...
Kathy frowns, not expecting such a statement from him.
Kathy: Why not?
Jake: Because I cannot just pick one from five years of my happiest days...
Kathy: Oh my god, so, so corny, but I'll take it.
The couple share a laugh, as Jake reaches up with one hand and runs his fingers through her hair as it hangs to one side. Kathy leans down to kiss him but withdraws almost immediately as their lips meet.
Kathy: Ewwww....
Jake: Ewww, what do you mean ewww?
Kathy: It feels all prickly, I've never kissed you with facial hair before. Definitely not a fan...
Jake: Oh come on, I was thinking of growing an epic moustache like Machado, he tells me the ladies love it.
Kathy: Yeah, well I'm telling you that if you do, I'll never kiss you again.
Jake: Fine, go get my razor.
Kathy then jumps off the bed and heads to the bathroom. Jake meanwhile sits up and grabs his lucky deck of cards from the bedside table, he starts to shuffle them as he always did when he was mulling over a tough decision, for most men judging a lingerie contest wasn't difficult and some may even consider it to be fun, but when he was more concerned with the motives of his ex-girlfriend for putting him in this position rather than ogling seven attractive women, it quickly lost any appeal such a prospect might have once had.
"Know what I find funny? You once called yourself the judge, jury and executioner and now that you're finally in a position to judge something, you can't do it..."
Jake looks over as his wife saunters into the room carrying a razor in one hand and shaving foam in the other.
Jake: Yeah, I guess now we know why that moniker never really stuck. I'm surprised at you though honey, I thought you'd be much more up in arms about all of this than you have been.
Kathy: Babe, it's okay, I'm not Aly Gardner, I'm not about to get all bent out of shape over the little things like this, you can ogle all you want, I do, its natural, but we both know where the line is and as long as we don't cross it, why should there be a problem? Besides I know its not your fault, she put you in this position, maybe to get at me or maybe to prove that you, no, that we can be pushed to a breaking point...but whatever her game is I'm not going to play it. It's going to take more than seven pairs of lacy underwear to come between us...
Jake: You really are amazing, you know?
Kathy then smiles as sets the can of foam aside and takes the deck of cards from her husband's hands before leaning over his face with the razor.
Kathy: Besides its about time she learnt that the seven of diamonds can never trump a Queen...
Jake: What's wrong with you man? This used to be so easy. Maybe they're right, maybe you're not cut out for this kind of life anymore...
Jake then turns the tap and cups his hands under the steady stream of running water, before splashing the cold water on his face, the shock to his skin awakens him.
Jake: Pull yourself together man! You can still do this! There are people who still depend on you to do this. You don't want to let them down do you? Nobody else in that locker-room has your experience in this kind of thing, and they never will. You're a one of a kind man, irreplaceable, nobody else can do what you do with quite as much style and flare.
Having talked himself up, Jake smiles.
Jake: You're right, I can still do this! Let's do this!
Jake then turns around and walks out of the bathroom into the bedroom. He walks over to the bed and picks up the copy of IWF Magazine he discarded earlier, he flicks through it and settles himself down on the bed, turning the magazine at various angles, but nothing about what he's looking at seems to satisfy him.
Jake: I've got nothing. I knew it! I can't do this anymore! I can't even bring myself to rate Isabella, feels weird and kinda wrong to know I should be pretty excited about this lingerie contest, but honestly I'm in big trouble here, besides she's Bert's type not mine. Why am I even bothering with this anyway?
"Because Katherine Lockheart's just a bitch who's toying with you in some futile effort to come between us..."
Jake wasn't expecting a response to his entirely rhetorical question, but as he looks up and sees his wife stood there even in a simple t-shirt and jean combo, he could not help but marvel at how much more she thrilled him than any other active Diamond these days. It wasn't always like that, wind the clock back six or seven years and he'd be just as willing as any other hot blooded male in the IWF locker-room to have his turn on the Maldini bicycle, but now, now he was married and had been for the past five years, very happily in fact, and no scantily clad harlot ever factored into it. That's how much she had changed him.
Jake: You might be right, but still I don't get it. I mean I'm used to judging lingerie, but nine times out of ten its always been on you...
Kathy walks over to her husband, and raises an eyebrow, clearly teasing him.
Kathy: And what about the tenth time?
Kathy then crawls onto the bed and looms over her husband, looking down at him. She grabs the magazine from his hand and throws it to the side.
Jake: Usually hanging in some lingerie store waiting for me to buy it for you...
Kathy giggles.
Kathy: You're such a romantic cornball at times, you know that?
Jake smiles.
Jake: I do. And I also know that that's why you love me so much.
Kathy smiles.
Kathy: I do.
Jake then looks over to the bedside table at the small silver framed wedding photograph of them together, reminded of their vows. Kathy follows his gaze and her smile widens.
Kathy: A lot of people say it and some people think its cliche, but that really was the happiest day of my life. you know?
Jake: It wasn't mine...
Kathy frowns, not expecting such a statement from him.
Kathy: Why not?
Jake: Because I cannot just pick one from five years of my happiest days...
Kathy: Oh my god, so, so corny, but I'll take it.
The couple share a laugh, as Jake reaches up with one hand and runs his fingers through her hair as it hangs to one side. Kathy leans down to kiss him but withdraws almost immediately as their lips meet.
Kathy: Ewwww....
Jake: Ewww, what do you mean ewww?
Kathy: It feels all prickly, I've never kissed you with facial hair before. Definitely not a fan...
Jake: Oh come on, I was thinking of growing an epic moustache like Machado, he tells me the ladies love it.
Kathy: Yeah, well I'm telling you that if you do, I'll never kiss you again.
Jake: Fine, go get my razor.
Kathy then jumps off the bed and heads to the bathroom. Jake meanwhile sits up and grabs his lucky deck of cards from the bedside table, he starts to shuffle them as he always did when he was mulling over a tough decision, for most men judging a lingerie contest wasn't difficult and some may even consider it to be fun, but when he was more concerned with the motives of his ex-girlfriend for putting him in this position rather than ogling seven attractive women, it quickly lost any appeal such a prospect might have once had.
"Know what I find funny? You once called yourself the judge, jury and executioner and now that you're finally in a position to judge something, you can't do it..."
Jake looks over as his wife saunters into the room carrying a razor in one hand and shaving foam in the other.
Jake: Yeah, I guess now we know why that moniker never really stuck. I'm surprised at you though honey, I thought you'd be much more up in arms about all of this than you have been.
Kathy: Babe, it's okay, I'm not Aly Gardner, I'm not about to get all bent out of shape over the little things like this, you can ogle all you want, I do, its natural, but we both know where the line is and as long as we don't cross it, why should there be a problem? Besides I know its not your fault, she put you in this position, maybe to get at me or maybe to prove that you, no, that we can be pushed to a breaking point...but whatever her game is I'm not going to play it. It's going to take more than seven pairs of lacy underwear to come between us...
Jake: You really are amazing, you know?
Kathy then smiles as sets the can of foam aside and takes the deck of cards from her husband's hands before leaning over his face with the razor.
Kathy: Besides its about time she learnt that the seven of diamonds can never trump a Queen...
Well howdy there pardner.