Post by "Kronus" on May 31, 2015 13:18:40 GMT
"It's not fair." Bailey stares at me and the cold edge to her gaze is both understandable and ineffective; "I feel like you made this choice for me, Al... How is that fair?" I shrug slightly, because she's right.. In a way.
"I didn't make any decision for you Bay." I sigh and turn away from her, walking over to the couch and throwing myself onto it "If you want to do it; then go do it..." I glance up at her, steeling my own gaze "Just, don't expect me to be there holding your hand... Because I won't, I can't."
Her mouth turns into a thin line as she chews on her bottom lip, I get the impression that she wants to say something but is afraid of the hurt it may cause, luckily - or unluckily - for her, I am past the point of worrying about hurt feelings.
"If this is something you think you need to do - then do it..." I hold up a finger, staving her off "But remember, you can't go back Bailey, not ever." I stare down at my hands now, almost ashamed of my next point "Not just back on the surgery, but back to us..." I look back up at the pain in her eyes "You will still be our manager; I won't break contract but... Us..." I point at her "You and me... We'll be done."
"It's not fair..." she sighs and I jump from the couch, standing in front of her, the door immediately behind me...
"Fair?" I shake my head with a lie "You want to talk about FAIR?!" I step closer to her now and she looks up at me, tears filling her eyes waiting to fall... "How are you being fair to me?! ....When we met, when I fell for you, you were a happy and confident MAN, Bailey - I fell in love with a dude..." she opens her mouth to argue but I shake my head, cutting her off....
"Yes, you have tits and you wear dresses, you were never, EVER a woman to me and now... Now, you want to call me unfair because I cannot stand the idea of you becoming one?!" I touch a finger to her cheek before pulling away and shaking my head "Because I refuse to let the judgement of other people dictate how I live my life?"
I walk over to the door, pulling it open and stare at her, all fire and emphasis gone now... My voice barely a whisper... "Nothing is FAIR, Bailey... But you have a choice to make..." I point at the open door "And I refuse to make it for you, so tell me Bailey, once and for all....."
I take one step forward so I am perfectly between her and the door "Stay..." I step back and wave my hand at the open door "Or go."
"Stay..." she whispers it at first and tears flood her cheeks, my hands catch hers as she reaches out for me.. "I want to stay." I nod and pull her to me, my arms wrap around her on instinct as she allows my body to support hers, falling all of her weight into me.
We find our way to the couch and it seems like an eternity passes where we sit in near silence, my arms holding her body that is curved and coiled around mine... Her tears leave small wet patches on my shirt as her damp cheek presses against my chest and the heavy, sniffled breathing as she gasps through her crying is the only sound breaking the quiet.
"I just wanted to be normal." the confession is what I expected and yet somehow it still feels like a thousand tiny daggers ramming into my chest and twisting with an unabated aggression.... I gasp but remain silent, waiting for her to continue, she sniffles again, before tilting her head to look up at me...
"I don't want to be the joke anymore, Al." I shake my head silently, meeting her gaze but keeping my distance at the same time as she looks back down at her hands that grip my shirt, her fingers curled into the soft fabric as though clinging on for life...
"You're not a joke to me." I say it plainly and with a level voice, she looks back up into my eyes and I can feel her want, her need for me to continue; but this is not a realization I can have for her.
"You don't understand..." she half shrugs, missing the point entirely and my hands find her shoulders, grabbing her and holding her back so I can stare at her intently, measuring the tone of my every word...
"Are you sure this is what you want?" she nods slowly and I take a breath "There is nothing wrong with you." I say it a little louder than I mean to and she flinches at my yelling, before taking in the words and biting down a laugh.
"Say it." she looks back at me and shakes her head "Say it." my hands pull away from her and in that moment she takes one long, deep breath... I see her resolve harden, I see the fire light back behind her eyes and finally, most importantly, I see that cocky smirk touch her lips.
"Wrong with me?" she bites on her bottom lip for a second and glances up at me "I am fucking fabulous."
"I didn't make any decision for you Bay." I sigh and turn away from her, walking over to the couch and throwing myself onto it "If you want to do it; then go do it..." I glance up at her, steeling my own gaze "Just, don't expect me to be there holding your hand... Because I won't, I can't."
Her mouth turns into a thin line as she chews on her bottom lip, I get the impression that she wants to say something but is afraid of the hurt it may cause, luckily - or unluckily - for her, I am past the point of worrying about hurt feelings.
"If this is something you think you need to do - then do it..." I hold up a finger, staving her off "But remember, you can't go back Bailey, not ever." I stare down at my hands now, almost ashamed of my next point "Not just back on the surgery, but back to us..." I look back up at the pain in her eyes "You will still be our manager; I won't break contract but... Us..." I point at her "You and me... We'll be done."
"It's not fair..." she sighs and I jump from the couch, standing in front of her, the door immediately behind me...
"Fair?" I shake my head with a lie "You want to talk about FAIR?!" I step closer to her now and she looks up at me, tears filling her eyes waiting to fall... "How are you being fair to me?! ....When we met, when I fell for you, you were a happy and confident MAN, Bailey - I fell in love with a dude..." she opens her mouth to argue but I shake my head, cutting her off....
"Yes, you have tits and you wear dresses, you were never, EVER a woman to me and now... Now, you want to call me unfair because I cannot stand the idea of you becoming one?!" I touch a finger to her cheek before pulling away and shaking my head "Because I refuse to let the judgement of other people dictate how I live my life?"
I walk over to the door, pulling it open and stare at her, all fire and emphasis gone now... My voice barely a whisper... "Nothing is FAIR, Bailey... But you have a choice to make..." I point at the open door "And I refuse to make it for you, so tell me Bailey, once and for all....."
I take one step forward so I am perfectly between her and the door "Stay..." I step back and wave my hand at the open door "Or go."
It's really easy for people like the Rednecks to play their part and claim 'NO GIMMICKS!' ....It's far too easy to play off ignorance and religious zealot-ism as a lifestyle and not simply another part being played for the amusement of others. Much like reality TV stars, far too many IWF roster members want you to believe that what you see if what you get;
But explain this to me; if these men were really racist homophobes... If IWF was full of rapists and Gods and masochists and rednecks and feuding families, do you really think as a business it would stay afloat? Do you really, for a single damn second believe that ANYTHING you see out there in front of the cameras is real?
I'm not saying we don't pour our lives into this thing; I am not saying that Spike Kane's broken heart and Jake Conway's arrogance aren't real... Simply that it is a play-up, it is emphasized for your enjoyment... So really; these little redneck buckos want you to boo us for having a gimmick?
For straight up walking out there and saying, keep my personal life the hell out of that ring? I give you guys a little more credit than that, but then again... I actually "Got me some edumacations" so I guess I am a little too hoity toity and full of 'faggotry' for their teachings...
So, forgive me if I am the ignorant one (yeah right) but last I checked, wrestling was about ability, it was about dedication and talent in that ring; not threatening to ramrod someone in a 'pussy' they don't even have... So you boys can make all the jokes you want; every single idiot backstage with some tired point to prove can call me any name they like...
When it's all said and done; my brother and I, we will step up, we will beat the respect they owe us into them and we will walk out with our tag titles...
Not because my 'girlfriend' is hot... Not because Laurel and Hardy the deep south edition pissed me off... And not because I need to prove anything to any of you.
But because it is my job, OUR job... Because we are Champions and because it will be a cold day in the hell they fear so inherently, before I let two slack-jawed untalented pieces of human waste represent the IWF in any way, shape, or form.
"Stay..." she whispers it at first and tears flood her cheeks, my hands catch hers as she reaches out for me.. "I want to stay." I nod and pull her to me, my arms wrap around her on instinct as she allows my body to support hers, falling all of her weight into me.
We find our way to the couch and it seems like an eternity passes where we sit in near silence, my arms holding her body that is curved and coiled around mine... Her tears leave small wet patches on my shirt as her damp cheek presses against my chest and the heavy, sniffled breathing as she gasps through her crying is the only sound breaking the quiet.
"I just wanted to be normal." the confession is what I expected and yet somehow it still feels like a thousand tiny daggers ramming into my chest and twisting with an unabated aggression.... I gasp but remain silent, waiting for her to continue, she sniffles again, before tilting her head to look up at me...
"I don't want to be the joke anymore, Al." I shake my head silently, meeting her gaze but keeping my distance at the same time as she looks back down at her hands that grip my shirt, her fingers curled into the soft fabric as though clinging on for life...
"You're not a joke to me." I say it plainly and with a level voice, she looks back up into my eyes and I can feel her want, her need for me to continue; but this is not a realization I can have for her.
"You don't understand..." she half shrugs, missing the point entirely and my hands find her shoulders, grabbing her and holding her back so I can stare at her intently, measuring the tone of my every word...
"Are you sure this is what you want?" she nods slowly and I take a breath "There is nothing wrong with you." I say it a little louder than I mean to and she flinches at my yelling, before taking in the words and biting down a laugh.
"Say it." she looks back at me and shakes her head "Say it." my hands pull away from her and in that moment she takes one long, deep breath... I see her resolve harden, I see the fire light back behind her eyes and finally, most importantly, I see that cocky smirk touch her lips.
"Wrong with me?" she bites on her bottom lip for a second and glances up at me "I am fucking fabulous."
"Rejects... Rednecks, monster and his bitch, really whatever you little ass nuggets want to call yourselves; I am here to offer you the kind of education your backwoods 'mama' and uncle earl's ass-rapings never did...
Firstly; you treat women with respect, they are not something to be passed around like guac at a mixer...
Secondly; My lady, has a dick..."
"Bigger than yours..."
"Bay, honey, bigger than everyone's... But that's not the point. The point, boys, is that your homophobic, ingrate little way of attempting to insult us is oh so adorable, especially since apparently you didn't get the memo...
I LOVE Dick, kiddies... That's right what a shocker, Alastair Stevens... is a FABULOUS flaming homo!
Well just knock you boys down with a feather huh? Mr & Mr 'no gimmick' who live one; that just takes the shit outta your mouths now don't it? Your whole bravado your big whoopdedoo about 'fucking us up'...
If the little one takes a bath, I'll be MORE than willing to show him how *I* fuck boys up, especially since he looks so delightfully flexible..."
"Like a pretzel, but with tighter holes..."
"Bailey! You're vile..."
"No, the fucktards are vile... I am just willing to show them just how fucking hard I can ramrod my dick into their shit spewing mouth and fuck their throats until the only thing they taste is their own blood and tears..."
"....See, that's why you always respect a lady... they're in-fucking-sane!"
"Sexist."
"Shh, making a point here!
And the thing is, I could waste my time explaining to you boys exactly why every single uneducated, tiresome thing you regurgitated like cheap liquor is as ineffective as your deduction skills... But you wouldn't learn a damn thing if I did.
My brother made some big point about not needing to revert to name calling and the like and he's probably right; we don't NEED to revert to name calling to kick your asses, but it sure as hell doesn't mean it's not fun to do; I mean really... How can two guys from UncleDaddy town, really be judging me or anyone else for their preferences?
Or are we going to ignore the fact that Spike Kane is on some anti-bullying campaign that apparently only applies if you're a fucking whale? So... We should be sensitive to the delicate feelings of lard asses with "SeeFood" problems, but not sensitive to something that is Never a choice;
Don't get me wrong sweeties, I'd choose to be gay over fat and stupid ANY damn day of the week; but I didn't choose to 'suck dick' you however, did choose to swallow a bible whole then try and recite it in-between stuffing your face at the all you can eat discount buffet....
Right, Murdoch?"
"Ew, that's a disturbing visual."
"I almost feel bad for you boys... It's like laughing at a drunk when he falls down and pisses his pants; we all know the stupid old fool can't help it.... Yet we laugh anyway and that; is what watching your little skit was for me fellas...
'Squeek' is it?"
"As in Pip?"
"Ha, cute... You almost had a spark of genius there huh kid? Comparing yourself to big Daddy and using it as a name when you have 'No GIMMICKS!!!' makes perfect sense right? But sure; the down South good ole boys with a penchant for bible bashing them there gays ain't no gimmick...
Say hi to Eddie Black when you stumble into him, something tells me you kids will really hit it off...
Then you can go play with a big ole bushel of dicks yourself and let out some of that repressed homosexual tendencies Murdoch keeps choking down like dollar store liquor... After all, they say the thing you mock the most is the thing you hate about yourself right?
And by that notion; I hate that I'm not as smart as my brother; and you boys hate how a tug and a hug is still considered Gay in polite company..."
"Lol, hug and tug..."
"If you're a good girl, I'll give you an example later..."
"Promises, promises."
".....Ahem.... As I was saying 'Rednecks' your little promo was deplorable, but not in the way you were hoping...
I almost feel like I am punting a toddler across a football field when I start to pick apart the 'trash talk' you two put together especially for our match; part of me wants to hope that you WANTED to sound so mentally challenged even Forrest Gump could look at you and say
'Mama says them boys there are reeetards'...
But I am instead faced with a much sadder reality, one where you think that what you said was inspired and in some way threatening to us... Knock the monster out?
Kid, I just have to beat him long and hard enough that his whiskey addiction knocks him the fuck out for me; this match won't be about our superior skill and talent; no.. Instead, this will be an example for all the try-hard bigots in this entire nation....
Bullshit doesn't fly in the IWF and we, the Olympians are first in line, to squash any ideals you may have otherwise."
"I love it when you get all hyper-masculine..."
"I'm not... I just....
Listen, Murdoch and Squeek... Rednecks.... The - laughable - contender for the Tag Team Championships....
You are pathetic; you are unwashed, piss-poor excuses for human beings with less brain cells combined than a single fucking goldfish and it's about goddamn time you were taught some respect... I don't care who cheers for you, I don't care how many beers you pound or whatever you ride down to that ring...
I don't care if you play by the rules or as dirty as your slobby assed clothes... One way or another, my brother and I will walk out of that stadium the Champions... Because we are better, because we are stronger, because we deserve it...
We are the Olympians; We are the Tag Team Champions.
And two inbred little scrotes aren't going to change that."
Well howdy there pardner.