Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2015 22:37:04 GMT -6
OOC: THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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What the fuck was I doing?
What the fuck have I done?
What the fuck is going on?
These are his thoughts...just sitting in his car. Several days after he decided to buy a certain "loved one" a drink. Of course, "loved one" is comparable to a hand grenade at his point when describing her, but maybe he just wanted to fall on it and sacrifice himself for the greater good. Because instead of just pushing her away like he wanted to, he let her have her way with him. The result? Rug burns on his legs and back and scratches along his neck and shoulders. How do you explain THAT to your friends? Your family? Your own daughter? Luckily she hasn't seen him in a few weeks.
Kind of hard to do that when you're traveling. How do you even explain what happened to ANYBODY. "Yeah, I just fucked the person who I've been trying to kill these past few months. Oh hai, Mark!" It's a god damn nightmare. And he's been living it the past few days. Every hour. Every minute. Every second. Every millisecond. It was eating at him like a disease. Yet...there was this strange aura around him. He...he loved it. He loved thinking about the burns, the strangling, the fact that she actually called him by his first name.
It was strangely...poetic.
But still, he had to get away. Just driving was becoming problematic. He needed to shut his mind off. He needed an escape.
Luckily, there was a movie theater in the area. He checked his wallet and only noticed a few bucks in there. Once again, he was lucky to see that it was the local cheap dollar theater. You know, the ones that play movies several months after they run in the major theater chains. Many movies in the theater he saw in these kind of theaters. Sure, you have to wait a little while, but it's worth it to spend less than $5 for a fucking ticket when you spend it on concessions alone. He got out and saw what was playing. What could be a good time-waster?
Minions? Eh, he didn't want to deal with kids.
Terminator Genysis? Just...ewww, god no.
Mad Max: Fury Road? Ooooh. Fuck. No more showtimes. Eh, he's seen it 4 times anyway.
The only other one was Jurassic World. Eh, it could be interesting. I mean, it's made a bajillion dollars at the box office. And the first one is still a fantastic movie. The sequels? Ehhh, not so much. But it didn't matter to him. He just wanted to sit down with some popcorn and shut off from the world. It was the only thing he could do at the moment.
He bought a ticket and that said bucket of popcorn and went to find his seat to sit down. Usually near the front is where he would sit for a movie. It's the perfect view to him. And only a couple people in here, so there's certainity their won't be as much noise. But as he sat down, something caught his eye. A glimpse of a cell phone in the far back. He just thought it was some ordinary teenager just waiting for the movie to start. But...he noticed her hair. That familiar shade of brownish-red. There was no fucking way. He tried getting a glimpse again but turned back quickly just in case it was nobody and he was arrested for being a perv. It's almost happened before. That's another story.
But he got a really good look at her. How...how in the holy hell did he end up going to the same theater. The same movie as her. The same showtime. It was either because they both inherently contain some sort of cosmic significance. Almost as if they were the temporal junction point for the entire space-time continuum. On the other hand, it could just be an amazing coincidence.
He tried focusing on the screen. But flashes.
Flashes of their strange night at the bar. The motel room.
He tried to look at his phone. No avail.
The fever was growing weary in him. He just couldn't take it anymore. He dropped his bucket of popcorn and snuck his way up to the back row of the theater, making sure he wasn't spotted by the person who has been a thorn in his body for the past several months now. Being beat into submission by a chair will do that to you. But he snuck past the people in the audience. They didn't even know what he was doing. Or who he was. Thank god. But he got to the top row and snuck beside her, sitting down next to her. She was still fixed on her phone.
"Couldn't shy away from me, Ruby?"
She immediately heard his voice and in an instant, a deep and dark chill was felt through her spine as she turned and he smiled at him. She knew that voice from anywhere and without hesistation, she immediately punched him in the nose.
"Now that isn't the nice way to say hi, sweetheart!" he said as he held his nose. At least he wasn't bleeding, but it certainly hurt.
"What...what the fuck are you even doing here?" she told him, as the pain went away in his nose. "I can't stop thinking about you, so I decided to come to watch a movie. Small world, huh?"
She just stares at him.
"It was a joke."
"Okay...this has to be a dream. Are you seriously stalking me?" she told him as she tried to shy away from him, to no avail as he keeps his eye on her with every glance she gives to him. An uneasy glance but with a bit of glimmer in both of their eyes. He tries to run his hand up her skirt, trying to cop a feel, like the last time they met under similar circumstances, but she slaps it away, a smirk coming from his face.
"Don't be crazy. I just enjoy when we meet under concidences like this, darling."
"Listen...last time. I...me and you both know what we were going through mentally when that happened. I just needed a release from this world. So did you. Don't act like there's nothing else going on." she told him as she went to get up. Maybe a trip to the movies wasn't the best idea. There were many other places she could have went to unwind, she just had to look for them. But she wasn't going anywhere. Not as far as he was concerned. Because in an instant, without the couple people in front of them even noticing what was going on, she was thrown back down into her seat, a sharp prick digging deep into her side, an arm around her as she tries to wriggle free.
"Is that a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" she told him. A little callback to the bar when he noticed the Chinese ring dagger strapped to her leg. "A little of both perhaps?" was his response however. And...well, he was right. Because that "prick" digging into her side was a knife of some sort, piercing her near the area of where her kidney is located. She grits her teeth and bites her lip, hard enough to where she can feel it starting to rip open again, letting out a sigh of...not sure if it's relief or pain...or maybe a little of both as well. She keeps her composure however, and smiles at him.
"You also have a dagger of your own? I saw you having something more along the lines of how you normally act. Are you trying to speak for something?"
She lets out a quick yelp, feeling the dagger twist in her side. He's trying not to pierce her, but with the words coming out of her mouth, it sure sounds like she's prone to lose her kidney in a matter of seconds. He covers her mouth though, trying not to make too much noise and garner the attention of anybody else. With what has been going on in movie theaters across the country, they don't need another one to add on to the list. She however opens her mouth and clamps down on his index and middle fingers...hard enough for him to immediately release them as he sees the teeth marks indented on his fingers. He doesn't mind the pain though as he keeps the knife to her side and moves his bitten fingers up her skirt, feeling the silky smoothness of her legs, as all she just does his look at him. A stare that could either kill a human being...or make him immediately quiver in her arms.
It looked more like the latter at this moment. She could have distracted him enough to reach for the dagger along her hip, but something...something seemed off at the moment for her as his fingers reached up and noticed...she wasn't anything underneath her dress. All he felt was her lips, slowly moving his finger up and down, like a painter getting ready to work on his masterpiece. "What's the reason?" he said as he loosened the knife.
"For the special occasion, sweetheart."
With that, she grabbed the dagger from him and held it up to his side...and then shimmied her way so that his fingers were slowly inside her, letting out a soft but certain moan that could be felt through out her entire body.
The both of them looked forward, the movie being a distant memory that neither of them even worried about, but making sure nobody was getting a peek at what was going on in the back. Surely, there were lots of people who did this at one point of time in their lives, but it never felt as dangerous or surreal as it did now. But as soon as they knew that nobody was secretly being a pervert, he started to thrust his two fingers in and out of her, feeling every single ounce of her inside walls as they started to coat his fingers with her stickiness, allowing his fingers to just glide in there. With every thrust, came a deep heavy breath of relaxation, even as she was trying to get words out of her mouth.
"You'r...you're such a pai...pain in the fuc...fucking ass."
"I could easily fix that, sug."
"O...ohhhh....OHHH...fuck, I hate it when you call me that."
A simple word came out of his mouth in a sly, yet sinister voice..."Good."
That last "OHHH!" from her mouth she thought was a little louder than expected, so she covered her mouth again. She used his hand though, now free from the dagger he was carrying. She didn't even have the dagger towards his hip anymore. It was placed carefully on his lap as she grabbed his hand and proceeded to bite down on it as well. But unlike the first time, this was a bite of pure pleasure coursing through each other's veins. He could tell the difference between the first and the second bites easily. But she didn't stop there as she rode his fingers harder and faster. She started to suck on them vigorously, trying to get his fingers deep inside her soaking wet cunt as deep as she possibly could.
But she very quickly removed the fingers from her mouth, as in a moment's notice, without any hesistation whatsoever, started unbuckling his belt. She didn't bother taking the belt off because all she needed was to reach in there. She just wanted it easier for herself. She reached in his shorts and grabbed every single inch of what he was packing inside there and gripped it as hard as she possibly could with every thrust of his fingers deep inside her. She just reached in and pulled it out and moved her head down to his lap, forcing himself into her mouth. If he was going to get all the action done for himself, he was sorely mistaken.
Of course he didn't mind. He was taken aback however the second her lips touched the head, already feeling ecstacy to the tenth degree as she started sucking. He couldn't even get a word out as he moved his fingers faster and rougher, trying to keep quiet but to little avail as the sounds of his fingers moving around her clit were loud enough for somebody to hear. The couple people in the audience in front of them were too distracted however. Also helped matters that the roar of the CG dinosaurs and carnage on the screen was loud enough for the two loathesome lovebirds to do what they wanted to do all along. Sure, "finger fucking your biggest enemy while she is sucking you off" is a tick on the bucket list, but then again, he just spent an evening with her at a seedy motel room and almost lost his kidney on the bedroom floor.
It's like apples and fucking oranges.
But the pleasure coursing through his body is like a shock to the system as she bobs her head up down to the motions of his fingers. So much so that he already feels himself tightening up. A sure sign that he's going to orgasm in her mouth any second. But before any of that, he pushes her off and pulls his fingers away.
That...was probably the worst thing he could have done. And he superkicked her with thumbtacks in her mouth. And giving her The End of Heartache into a bunch of chairs. And almost broke her windpipe by curb stomping her neck. And...you get the point.
She looks at him like she's about ready to laser beam his eyeballs straight out of the socket and immediately pulls the dagger of his back to his neck.
"Why...did you fucking stop?"
"Because..."
She slaps him and slices the dagger across his wrist before pointing it back to his neck. Breathing heavily and trying to cover up the cut as it starts to bleed, he smiles and tries to stand up, her still holding the dagger up to him.
"Because you cockblocked me in public before. Now it's my turn."
He pulls a pen out of his pocket. She jumps a little, thinking he might have a backup to the dagger he's holding, but notices what it is when he grabs her hand and starts to write on it. "Meet me here. I'm too broke to afford a motel right now. But I promise you that I won't fucking stop."
He winks to her and stands up. She hands him the dagger and also hands him something out of her purse, wrapping it around his wrist...before digging her nails in it and forcing a kiss out of him before he walks out.
She just sits there though. Not because she's possibly thinking about just leaving him alone at the address he put on her wrist, but because of everything coursing through her body at this very moment. She tried to stop this the first time around at the bar, but both of their animal instincts got the better of them. Clearly there's a problem, and even they know it. But they feed on it. They have nobody else. Only each other. And that...that is a ticking timebomb waiting to explode.
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I'm gonna say something that's probably going to either...shock the lot of you, confuse the lot of you, or just flat out piss off the lot of you. Maybe all three, or as Meat Loaf would say, "two out of three ain't bad", but...for some weird, odd fucking reason, I know what Zack Lifer is actually going through. It's crazy. It's really REALLY crazy that for a change, I'm actually siding with this asshole, but...I really do understand, that's the mental thing. And it's not really that hard to explain why I understand, but I guess I'll try to make some sense out of this right now. So, bear with me.
Because...I've been in his shoes. I've been through the looking glass. A few years ago, hell it's almost been a decade since, I was actually at the peak of my career. And I honestly let the power and the fame get to me and pretty much ran my mouth the same way that this little prick is doing right now. That...that's pretty much it. That's the only thing that is similar to me and him. I said I understand, Zack...but it doesn't mean jack shit that I agree or even condone any pile of shit that is coming out of your mouth right now. Yet, Michelle Collins wants to put us in the ring together. Because we both "bend the rulebook" according to the description that reads for our match on EXODUS's website.
"Bend the rulebook"? Is that how she puts it? Because when have I EVER bent your precious rulebook? Because even though I have my way with certain people, even though I have ALMOST caused Ruby Tyler to drink food through a straw for the rest of her life does NOT mean ANYTHING. Because it happened *after* the bell rang. Who was the one who wanted a Chairshot Survival match in the first place at Battle Without Honor or Humanity? It was Ruby Tyler. Who wanted to make sure I wasn't going to walk out with his San Diego Bay championship? Black Jones. I only did what I was supposed to do. And now...without mara guiding me throughout all of this, that's fine.
That's fine by me. Because you all saw what I did to...whatever the fuck his name was...last show. That wasn't a match. That wasn't even death incarnate. That was just a flat out statement. And now, I'm going to have to touch Zack Lifer. Somebody who can't bother to shut his damn mouth. Somebody who had the world by his balls and somehow dropped it walking down the stairs. At least when I dropped the ball, I was able to get back up and survive out there. I want to see Zack Lifer go through the absolute hell that was my life for the past several years.
Lose your family and lose all of your friends. And honestly, you're *THIS* close to having all of that taken away from you, and then what? I would like to even see another company even try to hire you. Because at the rate you're going, you're going to be on the blacklist. And I've been on there, believe me. But I was lucky enough to go overseas and find somebody who was willing to take my broken ass and guess what...I changed. I saw the light, and I saw my problems and I tried to fix them and it worked. Somehow magically, it fucking worked.
You.
There's no hope for you.
There's no hope for me right now, but at least I'm making an effort to survive.
I'm not the best person in the world right now. I'm an asshole. I'm a bastard. I'm every single word you can call me in the book. But I make sure I get stitches to heal myself. Do I rip them on occasion? You betcha. But I just get stitched back up. You're just a stuck pig bleeding out all over yourself.
I know, I'm just rambling on. But I actually have a mission in life. I have a goal. And it's name is Ruby.
<3
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He sighs deeply for a few seconds as he turns right, the GPS in his car letting him know that he has arrived at his destination, a park out in the middle of nowhere, as he stopped the car and seeing a black car parked right next to him. Oddly enough, she beat him to the punch even though she had stayed seated in the theater once he left. She takes off her sunglasses and gives off an wry little smirk as he gets out and pops the trunk. He pulls out a small duffle bag and walks right beside her before walking into the woods. He only says two words to her as he smiles.
"Follow me."
And a wink.
A ticking timebomb waiting to explode.
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What the fuck was I doing?
What the fuck have I done?
What the fuck is going on?
These are his thoughts...just sitting in his car. Several days after he decided to buy a certain "loved one" a drink. Of course, "loved one" is comparable to a hand grenade at his point when describing her, but maybe he just wanted to fall on it and sacrifice himself for the greater good. Because instead of just pushing her away like he wanted to, he let her have her way with him. The result? Rug burns on his legs and back and scratches along his neck and shoulders. How do you explain THAT to your friends? Your family? Your own daughter? Luckily she hasn't seen him in a few weeks.
Kind of hard to do that when you're traveling. How do you even explain what happened to ANYBODY. "Yeah, I just fucked the person who I've been trying to kill these past few months. Oh hai, Mark!" It's a god damn nightmare. And he's been living it the past few days. Every hour. Every minute. Every second. Every millisecond. It was eating at him like a disease. Yet...there was this strange aura around him. He...he loved it. He loved thinking about the burns, the strangling, the fact that she actually called him by his first name.
It was strangely...poetic.
But still, he had to get away. Just driving was becoming problematic. He needed to shut his mind off. He needed an escape.
Luckily, there was a movie theater in the area. He checked his wallet and only noticed a few bucks in there. Once again, he was lucky to see that it was the local cheap dollar theater. You know, the ones that play movies several months after they run in the major theater chains. Many movies in the theater he saw in these kind of theaters. Sure, you have to wait a little while, but it's worth it to spend less than $5 for a fucking ticket when you spend it on concessions alone. He got out and saw what was playing. What could be a good time-waster?
Minions? Eh, he didn't want to deal with kids.
Terminator Genysis? Just...ewww, god no.
Mad Max: Fury Road? Ooooh. Fuck. No more showtimes. Eh, he's seen it 4 times anyway.
The only other one was Jurassic World. Eh, it could be interesting. I mean, it's made a bajillion dollars at the box office. And the first one is still a fantastic movie. The sequels? Ehhh, not so much. But it didn't matter to him. He just wanted to sit down with some popcorn and shut off from the world. It was the only thing he could do at the moment.
He bought a ticket and that said bucket of popcorn and went to find his seat to sit down. Usually near the front is where he would sit for a movie. It's the perfect view to him. And only a couple people in here, so there's certainity their won't be as much noise. But as he sat down, something caught his eye. A glimpse of a cell phone in the far back. He just thought it was some ordinary teenager just waiting for the movie to start. But...he noticed her hair. That familiar shade of brownish-red. There was no fucking way. He tried getting a glimpse again but turned back quickly just in case it was nobody and he was arrested for being a perv. It's almost happened before. That's another story.
But he got a really good look at her. How...how in the holy hell did he end up going to the same theater. The same movie as her. The same showtime. It was either because they both inherently contain some sort of cosmic significance. Almost as if they were the temporal junction point for the entire space-time continuum. On the other hand, it could just be an amazing coincidence.
He tried focusing on the screen. But flashes.
Flashes of their strange night at the bar. The motel room.
He tried to look at his phone. No avail.
The fever was growing weary in him. He just couldn't take it anymore. He dropped his bucket of popcorn and snuck his way up to the back row of the theater, making sure he wasn't spotted by the person who has been a thorn in his body for the past several months now. Being beat into submission by a chair will do that to you. But he snuck past the people in the audience. They didn't even know what he was doing. Or who he was. Thank god. But he got to the top row and snuck beside her, sitting down next to her. She was still fixed on her phone.
"Couldn't shy away from me, Ruby?"
She immediately heard his voice and in an instant, a deep and dark chill was felt through her spine as she turned and he smiled at him. She knew that voice from anywhere and without hesistation, she immediately punched him in the nose.
"Now that isn't the nice way to say hi, sweetheart!" he said as he held his nose. At least he wasn't bleeding, but it certainly hurt.
"What...what the fuck are you even doing here?" she told him, as the pain went away in his nose. "I can't stop thinking about you, so I decided to come to watch a movie. Small world, huh?"
She just stares at him.
"It was a joke."
"Okay...this has to be a dream. Are you seriously stalking me?" she told him as she tried to shy away from him, to no avail as he keeps his eye on her with every glance she gives to him. An uneasy glance but with a bit of glimmer in both of their eyes. He tries to run his hand up her skirt, trying to cop a feel, like the last time they met under similar circumstances, but she slaps it away, a smirk coming from his face.
"Don't be crazy. I just enjoy when we meet under concidences like this, darling."
"Listen...last time. I...me and you both know what we were going through mentally when that happened. I just needed a release from this world. So did you. Don't act like there's nothing else going on." she told him as she went to get up. Maybe a trip to the movies wasn't the best idea. There were many other places she could have went to unwind, she just had to look for them. But she wasn't going anywhere. Not as far as he was concerned. Because in an instant, without the couple people in front of them even noticing what was going on, she was thrown back down into her seat, a sharp prick digging deep into her side, an arm around her as she tries to wriggle free.
"Is that a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" she told him. A little callback to the bar when he noticed the Chinese ring dagger strapped to her leg. "A little of both perhaps?" was his response however. And...well, he was right. Because that "prick" digging into her side was a knife of some sort, piercing her near the area of where her kidney is located. She grits her teeth and bites her lip, hard enough to where she can feel it starting to rip open again, letting out a sigh of...not sure if it's relief or pain...or maybe a little of both as well. She keeps her composure however, and smiles at him.
"You also have a dagger of your own? I saw you having something more along the lines of how you normally act. Are you trying to speak for something?"
She lets out a quick yelp, feeling the dagger twist in her side. He's trying not to pierce her, but with the words coming out of her mouth, it sure sounds like she's prone to lose her kidney in a matter of seconds. He covers her mouth though, trying not to make too much noise and garner the attention of anybody else. With what has been going on in movie theaters across the country, they don't need another one to add on to the list. She however opens her mouth and clamps down on his index and middle fingers...hard enough for him to immediately release them as he sees the teeth marks indented on his fingers. He doesn't mind the pain though as he keeps the knife to her side and moves his bitten fingers up her skirt, feeling the silky smoothness of her legs, as all she just does his look at him. A stare that could either kill a human being...or make him immediately quiver in her arms.
It looked more like the latter at this moment. She could have distracted him enough to reach for the dagger along her hip, but something...something seemed off at the moment for her as his fingers reached up and noticed...she wasn't anything underneath her dress. All he felt was her lips, slowly moving his finger up and down, like a painter getting ready to work on his masterpiece. "What's the reason?" he said as he loosened the knife.
"For the special occasion, sweetheart."
With that, she grabbed the dagger from him and held it up to his side...and then shimmied her way so that his fingers were slowly inside her, letting out a soft but certain moan that could be felt through out her entire body.
The both of them looked forward, the movie being a distant memory that neither of them even worried about, but making sure nobody was getting a peek at what was going on in the back. Surely, there were lots of people who did this at one point of time in their lives, but it never felt as dangerous or surreal as it did now. But as soon as they knew that nobody was secretly being a pervert, he started to thrust his two fingers in and out of her, feeling every single ounce of her inside walls as they started to coat his fingers with her stickiness, allowing his fingers to just glide in there. With every thrust, came a deep heavy breath of relaxation, even as she was trying to get words out of her mouth.
"You'r...you're such a pai...pain in the fuc...fucking ass."
"I could easily fix that, sug."
"O...ohhhh....OHHH...fuck, I hate it when you call me that."
A simple word came out of his mouth in a sly, yet sinister voice..."Good."
That last "OHHH!" from her mouth she thought was a little louder than expected, so she covered her mouth again. She used his hand though, now free from the dagger he was carrying. She didn't even have the dagger towards his hip anymore. It was placed carefully on his lap as she grabbed his hand and proceeded to bite down on it as well. But unlike the first time, this was a bite of pure pleasure coursing through each other's veins. He could tell the difference between the first and the second bites easily. But she didn't stop there as she rode his fingers harder and faster. She started to suck on them vigorously, trying to get his fingers deep inside her soaking wet cunt as deep as she possibly could.
But she very quickly removed the fingers from her mouth, as in a moment's notice, without any hesistation whatsoever, started unbuckling his belt. She didn't bother taking the belt off because all she needed was to reach in there. She just wanted it easier for herself. She reached in his shorts and grabbed every single inch of what he was packing inside there and gripped it as hard as she possibly could with every thrust of his fingers deep inside her. She just reached in and pulled it out and moved her head down to his lap, forcing himself into her mouth. If he was going to get all the action done for himself, he was sorely mistaken.
Of course he didn't mind. He was taken aback however the second her lips touched the head, already feeling ecstacy to the tenth degree as she started sucking. He couldn't even get a word out as he moved his fingers faster and rougher, trying to keep quiet but to little avail as the sounds of his fingers moving around her clit were loud enough for somebody to hear. The couple people in the audience in front of them were too distracted however. Also helped matters that the roar of the CG dinosaurs and carnage on the screen was loud enough for the two loathesome lovebirds to do what they wanted to do all along. Sure, "finger fucking your biggest enemy while she is sucking you off" is a tick on the bucket list, but then again, he just spent an evening with her at a seedy motel room and almost lost his kidney on the bedroom floor.
It's like apples and fucking oranges.
But the pleasure coursing through his body is like a shock to the system as she bobs her head up down to the motions of his fingers. So much so that he already feels himself tightening up. A sure sign that he's going to orgasm in her mouth any second. But before any of that, he pushes her off and pulls his fingers away.
That...was probably the worst thing he could have done. And he superkicked her with thumbtacks in her mouth. And giving her The End of Heartache into a bunch of chairs. And almost broke her windpipe by curb stomping her neck. And...you get the point.
She looks at him like she's about ready to laser beam his eyeballs straight out of the socket and immediately pulls the dagger of his back to his neck.
"Why...did you fucking stop?"
"Because..."
She slaps him and slices the dagger across his wrist before pointing it back to his neck. Breathing heavily and trying to cover up the cut as it starts to bleed, he smiles and tries to stand up, her still holding the dagger up to him.
"Because you cockblocked me in public before. Now it's my turn."
He pulls a pen out of his pocket. She jumps a little, thinking he might have a backup to the dagger he's holding, but notices what it is when he grabs her hand and starts to write on it. "Meet me here. I'm too broke to afford a motel right now. But I promise you that I won't fucking stop."
He winks to her and stands up. She hands him the dagger and also hands him something out of her purse, wrapping it around his wrist...before digging her nails in it and forcing a kiss out of him before he walks out.
She just sits there though. Not because she's possibly thinking about just leaving him alone at the address he put on her wrist, but because of everything coursing through her body at this very moment. She tried to stop this the first time around at the bar, but both of their animal instincts got the better of them. Clearly there's a problem, and even they know it. But they feed on it. They have nobody else. Only each other. And that...that is a ticking timebomb waiting to explode.
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I'm gonna say something that's probably going to either...shock the lot of you, confuse the lot of you, or just flat out piss off the lot of you. Maybe all three, or as Meat Loaf would say, "two out of three ain't bad", but...for some weird, odd fucking reason, I know what Zack Lifer is actually going through. It's crazy. It's really REALLY crazy that for a change, I'm actually siding with this asshole, but...I really do understand, that's the mental thing. And it's not really that hard to explain why I understand, but I guess I'll try to make some sense out of this right now. So, bear with me.
Because...I've been in his shoes. I've been through the looking glass. A few years ago, hell it's almost been a decade since, I was actually at the peak of my career. And I honestly let the power and the fame get to me and pretty much ran my mouth the same way that this little prick is doing right now. That...that's pretty much it. That's the only thing that is similar to me and him. I said I understand, Zack...but it doesn't mean jack shit that I agree or even condone any pile of shit that is coming out of your mouth right now. Yet, Michelle Collins wants to put us in the ring together. Because we both "bend the rulebook" according to the description that reads for our match on EXODUS's website.
"Bend the rulebook"? Is that how she puts it? Because when have I EVER bent your precious rulebook? Because even though I have my way with certain people, even though I have ALMOST caused Ruby Tyler to drink food through a straw for the rest of her life does NOT mean ANYTHING. Because it happened *after* the bell rang. Who was the one who wanted a Chairshot Survival match in the first place at Battle Without Honor or Humanity? It was Ruby Tyler. Who wanted to make sure I wasn't going to walk out with his San Diego Bay championship? Black Jones. I only did what I was supposed to do. And now...without mara guiding me throughout all of this, that's fine.
That's fine by me. Because you all saw what I did to...whatever the fuck his name was...last show. That wasn't a match. That wasn't even death incarnate. That was just a flat out statement. And now, I'm going to have to touch Zack Lifer. Somebody who can't bother to shut his damn mouth. Somebody who had the world by his balls and somehow dropped it walking down the stairs. At least when I dropped the ball, I was able to get back up and survive out there. I want to see Zack Lifer go through the absolute hell that was my life for the past several years.
Lose your family and lose all of your friends. And honestly, you're *THIS* close to having all of that taken away from you, and then what? I would like to even see another company even try to hire you. Because at the rate you're going, you're going to be on the blacklist. And I've been on there, believe me. But I was lucky enough to go overseas and find somebody who was willing to take my broken ass and guess what...I changed. I saw the light, and I saw my problems and I tried to fix them and it worked. Somehow magically, it fucking worked.
You.
There's no hope for you.
There's no hope for me right now, but at least I'm making an effort to survive.
I'm not the best person in the world right now. I'm an asshole. I'm a bastard. I'm every single word you can call me in the book. But I make sure I get stitches to heal myself. Do I rip them on occasion? You betcha. But I just get stitched back up. You're just a stuck pig bleeding out all over yourself.
I know, I'm just rambling on. But I actually have a mission in life. I have a goal. And it's name is Ruby.
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He sighs deeply for a few seconds as he turns right, the GPS in his car letting him know that he has arrived at his destination, a park out in the middle of nowhere, as he stopped the car and seeing a black car parked right next to him. Oddly enough, she beat him to the punch even though she had stayed seated in the theater once he left. She takes off her sunglasses and gives off an wry little smirk as he gets out and pops the trunk. He pulls out a small duffle bag and walks right beside her before walking into the woods. He only says two words to her as he smiles.
"Follow me."
And a wink.
A ticking timebomb waiting to explode.