Post by Joe Ragnal on Sept 14, 2010 20:19:36 GMT -6
Joe: So...
Lindsey: So...
Joe: This is it.
Lindsey: You don't have to do this.
Joe: Even if I didn't want to, Freya'd kill me for not bringing the kids to her, and even worse for finding a way to send them by themselves.
Lindsey: Good point...
Here they were. Everything was packed in the car. The boys were prepped. And they were on Lindsey's porch for one last goodbye. But after two months of buildup, how do they end their time together? Let's watch.
Joe: Lindsey, I'm sorry you can't join us out there.
Lindsey: I can...I just prefer not to. I've got too much here, you know that.
Joe: Yeah...you were all I had.
He lets out a deep sigh, looking down at the floor.
Joe: There isn't much else I'm leaving behind, sadly. Just you.
Lindsey: Well, you're going to San Diego. It's a new beginning for you. Maybe you'll find other girls.
Joe: Linds, this is San Diego we're talking about. Cali-girls. I don't think I'd find someone that's as nice as you've been.
Lindsey: I guess...
They take their time. They're silent. They slowly stare into one another's eyes, Lindsey smiling as a response. They close their eyes...slowly leaning into one another...and their lips lock. They embrace for all of ten seconds before Lindsey breaks away.
Lindsey: We shouldn't have-
Joe: No, but...we did anyway.
Lindsey: But...
Joe: Lindsey, look...thousand miles, hundred miles, it's obviously not gonna change pur feelings. We'll talk on occasion, phone, email, just to stay in touch. It's the least we can do for now.
Lindsey: Well...I AM the only friend you have, aren't I?
She smirks at him as he puts his hand on her shoulder.
Joe: Yeah...and I should get going before the boys get restless. Got a long flight ahead.
Lindsey nods, and gives Joe another peck on the cheek.
Lindsey: I love you, Joe Ragnal.
Joe: I love you too, Lindsey Smith.
And that's that. He leaves her porch and drives off...leaving Lindsey on the porch, rubbing her arms as she looks down in empathy.
Lindsey: I'm gonna miss him.
*****
Is the romantic plot tumor taken out yet? Yeah? Great.
So this Sunday, this is it. This is where the last three weeks lead into, and I'm impressed that everyone involved has been brought in, your's truly included. Seriously, I thought with how my track record's been I might not have gotten anywhere, but here I am, in a Ladder match with four other men.
One man I've beaten. Another man I've lost to. And another guy is in the same boat as me, just pining for a title here in nCw. The only thing that links us is the guys we've beaten. I got a win over JFK. Evan got a win over Tempestad over there. And both of us, well, we were pretty peeved that the champs were going for one another's belts when we should've gotten first dibs on the other man. Sure, fine, understandable. But then put both of us AND another champion in the same match as the guy I'm gunning for? No. Nuh uh. Shouldn't work like that.
See, while Evan and Tempestad were having their own battle, I had to pay off that stupid fine that, surprisingly, was paid off by nCw's owner Leonard Fox. Reasons? From what I'm hearing, because JFK said to. JFK, the X title, said it'd be a good idea to do so, and the owner paid it off for me. Now I get looks from everyone in the locker room for it, because everyone thinks I'm slowly joining the Front Office.
Let's get this out of the way; I hate suits. Scared to death of wearing the things, and the only time I wore one was for mine and Freya's wedding. But suits, they clash with my image. Yeah, I've matured, but I'm still a FUN loving guy, people. You know what else I'm not, though? A suck up. A kiss ass. I do things my own way, and I don't need management's help, or your help JFK, to get what I want. And what I want is the X title so I can put my name down somewhere in nCw history.
But I'd love to hear, just once, buddy, what your reason is for what you did, why you had my fine paid off. Was it because of what I just said, or your own twisted little imagination?
Tempestad, Evan, you guys have your own crap to deal with, and frankly, I'm upset you got involved in it. Seriously, Tempo, are we that greedy? Are we that much an Agent Orange that we want everything while already holding something major? There's other people in this promotion, I'd rather see someone's name etched in history rather than be tossed to the side so someone can be an attention hog. Yanno, like the problems other promotions have.
I'm gonna leave it there for now and grab some sleep on this flight. We got a long day ahead of us...
Lindsey: So...
Joe: This is it.
Lindsey: You don't have to do this.
Joe: Even if I didn't want to, Freya'd kill me for not bringing the kids to her, and even worse for finding a way to send them by themselves.
Lindsey: Good point...
Here they were. Everything was packed in the car. The boys were prepped. And they were on Lindsey's porch for one last goodbye. But after two months of buildup, how do they end their time together? Let's watch.
Joe: Lindsey, I'm sorry you can't join us out there.
Lindsey: I can...I just prefer not to. I've got too much here, you know that.
Joe: Yeah...you were all I had.
He lets out a deep sigh, looking down at the floor.
Joe: There isn't much else I'm leaving behind, sadly. Just you.
Lindsey: Well, you're going to San Diego. It's a new beginning for you. Maybe you'll find other girls.
Joe: Linds, this is San Diego we're talking about. Cali-girls. I don't think I'd find someone that's as nice as you've been.
Lindsey: I guess...
They take their time. They're silent. They slowly stare into one another's eyes, Lindsey smiling as a response. They close their eyes...slowly leaning into one another...and their lips lock. They embrace for all of ten seconds before Lindsey breaks away.
Lindsey: We shouldn't have-
Joe: No, but...we did anyway.
Lindsey: But...
Joe: Lindsey, look...thousand miles, hundred miles, it's obviously not gonna change pur feelings. We'll talk on occasion, phone, email, just to stay in touch. It's the least we can do for now.
Lindsey: Well...I AM the only friend you have, aren't I?
She smirks at him as he puts his hand on her shoulder.
Joe: Yeah...and I should get going before the boys get restless. Got a long flight ahead.
Lindsey nods, and gives Joe another peck on the cheek.
Lindsey: I love you, Joe Ragnal.
Joe: I love you too, Lindsey Smith.
And that's that. He leaves her porch and drives off...leaving Lindsey on the porch, rubbing her arms as she looks down in empathy.
Lindsey: I'm gonna miss him.
*****
Is the romantic plot tumor taken out yet? Yeah? Great.
So this Sunday, this is it. This is where the last three weeks lead into, and I'm impressed that everyone involved has been brought in, your's truly included. Seriously, I thought with how my track record's been I might not have gotten anywhere, but here I am, in a Ladder match with four other men.
One man I've beaten. Another man I've lost to. And another guy is in the same boat as me, just pining for a title here in nCw. The only thing that links us is the guys we've beaten. I got a win over JFK. Evan got a win over Tempestad over there. And both of us, well, we were pretty peeved that the champs were going for one another's belts when we should've gotten first dibs on the other man. Sure, fine, understandable. But then put both of us AND another champion in the same match as the guy I'm gunning for? No. Nuh uh. Shouldn't work like that.
See, while Evan and Tempestad were having their own battle, I had to pay off that stupid fine that, surprisingly, was paid off by nCw's owner Leonard Fox. Reasons? From what I'm hearing, because JFK said to. JFK, the X title, said it'd be a good idea to do so, and the owner paid it off for me. Now I get looks from everyone in the locker room for it, because everyone thinks I'm slowly joining the Front Office.
Let's get this out of the way; I hate suits. Scared to death of wearing the things, and the only time I wore one was for mine and Freya's wedding. But suits, they clash with my image. Yeah, I've matured, but I'm still a FUN loving guy, people. You know what else I'm not, though? A suck up. A kiss ass. I do things my own way, and I don't need management's help, or your help JFK, to get what I want. And what I want is the X title so I can put my name down somewhere in nCw history.
But I'd love to hear, just once, buddy, what your reason is for what you did, why you had my fine paid off. Was it because of what I just said, or your own twisted little imagination?
Tempestad, Evan, you guys have your own crap to deal with, and frankly, I'm upset you got involved in it. Seriously, Tempo, are we that greedy? Are we that much an Agent Orange that we want everything while already holding something major? There's other people in this promotion, I'd rather see someone's name etched in history rather than be tossed to the side so someone can be an attention hog. Yanno, like the problems other promotions have.
I'm gonna leave it there for now and grab some sleep on this flight. We got a long day ahead of us...