Post by Joe Ragnal on Nov 28, 2010 0:22:00 GMT -6
Lindsey: So that's everything?
Joe: Everything.
It was a few hours later in the apartment, after Joe had shared the whole romantic side of his life story. Joe just nodded as Lindsey pieced everything together in her mind.
Lindsey: I didn't realize it was that rough for you, Joe...Sierra's death, Tanya's breakup after all you did for her...and that other girl...with the squirrels and-
Joe: And bananas, yeah. This is exactly why I try not to talk about it.
Lindsey: Sorry.
Joe: Don't worry about it, chica. Not everybody can know everything about everyone. I just thought, since you said you watched me on GWC, you knew everything.
Lindsey: Heh...I guess that part's my fault, hunh?
Joe: Well, no...I never said that.
Lindsey: Seemed to be the implication.
Joe: Now that's just putting words in my mouth.
A grin on his face, Joe looks at Lindsey, and they share a laugh. A few seconds later, Lindsey takes a deep breath, and asks...
Lindsey: So why didn't you bring it all up before?
Joe: Because I was worried, you know? It's like...every girl I ever had, I said I loved them. And somehow, things just got worse from then on. The fallout Sierra and I had after I decided to stop helping her beat up drunks before her suicide. Tanya looking for comfort in her guitarist after I got a little down in the dumps from losing that FUN House match. Freya divorcing me. It all just seems like bad luck on my part.
He tilts his head back against the couch, looking up at the ceiling.
Joe: I worry sometimes you might end up going off with Max instead.
Lindsey: Seriously?
Lindsey tries to hide a snicker, failing as she looks at Joe with a guffawed look.
Lindsey: Okay, I know she-
Joe: Schkle.
Lindsey: Whatever. She and I might hang out a bit, do each other's toenails, gossip, help buy new outfits and all that, but despite the genitalia she has, Max treats herself like a girl. And I'm just not into girls. In fact, while we're sharing secrets, in high school, I kissed a girl.
Joe: And?
Lindsey: I didn't like it.
Joe just shrugs his shoulders while muttering an 'oh' that sounds like the deflation of a boner.
Lindsey: Besides, you don't have anything to worry about in other aspects. Because Max is NOT as well endowed as you are.
Our hero then gives out another 'oh' that put a spring back in his step and a grin on his face.
Joe: Well, I'm glad to hear THAT.
Lindsey: I can tell. Your friend there isn't exactly hiding the obvious.
She grins, pointing downwards a little bit, to which Joe gives her an eager smile.
Joe: Guess it can't be helped.
Lindsey: I guess not. But, seriously, Joe, don't expect me to go anywhere anytime soon.
Joe: I won't.
Lindsey: Now, come on. I think it's time for bed.
Joe: You know it.
And so, the two walk off, hurrying to their bedroom as the scene fades out.
*****
Lily: At least you guys talked things out.
Joe: Yeah, I feel better about it. I can't believe I didn't try to get to her about it sooner.
Just a few days later, we cut to Lily and Joe walking through the park, the sun setting over head.
Lily: It took a lot off your chest, I'm sure. But at least now you won't be so upset over November, right?
Joe: I wish...those feelings, those memories of Hardaway pouring beer on Tanya and all that, they'll stick around. As long as Lindsey's with me, it won't matter. I'll at least be smiling and making new memories with her.
Lily: Good. Because the last thing we need is a mopey Joe Ragnal turning into Peter Parker.
Joe looks at Lily with a perplexed expression.
Joe: Pre-One More Day or Post?
Lily: That depends, is he still mourning Gwen Stacy?
Joe: Er...dunno, honestly. I kinda gave up on things after the Mephisto deal.
Lily: Ah, I heard about that one.
Joe: Yanno it's funny, how in every continuity that isn't Earth 616, it's NEVER Gwen Stacy that gets thrown off that damn bridge. Always ends up being MJ in all the things I've seen or read. It's weird.
Lily: Yeah, that bridge...Gwen died, but MJ never has? How does that make sense?
Joe: It's the same excuse Quesada assed up, actually. Except whoever wrote that story originally took advantage of a Stan Lee vacation.
Lily: Sounds sneaky.
Joe: Beh, Parker's life is all messed up. Clones, Spider-powers, enemies coming back from the dead, twin daughters of Gwen AND the Green Goblin, Spider-Armor, Iron Spider...I'm so glad I don't have the guy's coninuity problems.
Lily: Good, because I'd hate for you to want that complication and drama.
As the fall wind blows, Lily brushes her hair out of her face.
Lily: I think you'd turn into a snarling shrew under that sort of pressure.
Joe: Well, ain't THAT happy news.
Lily: C'mon, let's go to Harris's place. I need to talk to him about a show in the future.
Joe: Sounds good. Let's do that.
*****
Lindsey: Yeah, mom, everything's fine.
Back at the apartment, Lindsey's by herself, on the phone as she smiles down at Jayden and Brandon in their cribs.
Lindsey: Hm? No, no troubles. Joe and I had a good talk today. He shared a few bits of his past he was worried to talk over with me. I thought it was cute of him to-...what?
As she walks away from the cribs, her smile fades, eyes widening.
Lindsey: No...no, I didn't talk to him about that yet, mom. He's already had a hard time dealing with-...y-yes, mom...I'll talk to him about it when I get the chance...
With that, she hangs up, sighing as she palms her face with despair.
Lindsey: How do I tell him something like that...?
*****
I admit, the last few weeks, I feel like I've been going a little, how shall we say...over the top with my delivery in promos. Not hammy or cheesy, although I'm suddenly in the mood for a sammich. But I seem to gather everyone's attention of the grounds that I'm planning to become some sort of bad guy in wrestling.
I'd just like to confirm here, right now, at this moment...right now...I ain't turning on anyone. Not the fans, not the wrestlers, I'm not playing anyone. Because from what I've seen a general action of someone becoming a bad guy is that they have to wear a three-piece suit when they do so. And I just HAAAATE three-piece suits.
But regardless of that. I just wanted to say that.
But I still have that match with Hugo tomorrow. There's not much for me to add to all this, is there? It's all been said, it's all been done. Just know that I won't see anyone leave this arena in a wheelchair. All I want to do is just have this epic match, put the Novembers of the past behind me, and hopefully head on a plane home with the X Championship in my arms.
But let me just say, I'm still building this X Championship, constructing it's prestige. I want to make sure that the guy I finally lose this belt to, he's a top guy. I wanna know he's gonna go places in this company, and I would hate to see him lose so quickly under any circumstance. So here's to hoping that if Hugo DOES win this belt, he's got some big shoes to fill. But me? I just want to live through this to see a second succesful title defense. And hopefully move on to a third. But this month, it's behind me. My head's focused, ex-wives and ex-girlfriends wouldn't be capable of taking my mind off a title defense. But, don't be surprised if I take to looking at you like a former rival of mine...
So to Hugo, good luck. To the fans worrying how I'd take an inevitable loss, allow me to quote a rapping dog:
"You know, there's something you should know
So I'm gonna tell you so.
Don't sweat it, forget it
Enjoy the show."[/color]
Joe: Everything.
It was a few hours later in the apartment, after Joe had shared the whole romantic side of his life story. Joe just nodded as Lindsey pieced everything together in her mind.
Lindsey: I didn't realize it was that rough for you, Joe...Sierra's death, Tanya's breakup after all you did for her...and that other girl...with the squirrels and-
Joe: And bananas, yeah. This is exactly why I try not to talk about it.
Lindsey: Sorry.
Joe: Don't worry about it, chica. Not everybody can know everything about everyone. I just thought, since you said you watched me on GWC, you knew everything.
Lindsey: Heh...I guess that part's my fault, hunh?
Joe: Well, no...I never said that.
Lindsey: Seemed to be the implication.
Joe: Now that's just putting words in my mouth.
A grin on his face, Joe looks at Lindsey, and they share a laugh. A few seconds later, Lindsey takes a deep breath, and asks...
Lindsey: So why didn't you bring it all up before?
Joe: Because I was worried, you know? It's like...every girl I ever had, I said I loved them. And somehow, things just got worse from then on. The fallout Sierra and I had after I decided to stop helping her beat up drunks before her suicide. Tanya looking for comfort in her guitarist after I got a little down in the dumps from losing that FUN House match. Freya divorcing me. It all just seems like bad luck on my part.
He tilts his head back against the couch, looking up at the ceiling.
Joe: I worry sometimes you might end up going off with Max instead.
Lindsey: Seriously?
Lindsey tries to hide a snicker, failing as she looks at Joe with a guffawed look.
Lindsey: Okay, I know she-
Joe: Schkle.
Lindsey: Whatever. She and I might hang out a bit, do each other's toenails, gossip, help buy new outfits and all that, but despite the genitalia she has, Max treats herself like a girl. And I'm just not into girls. In fact, while we're sharing secrets, in high school, I kissed a girl.
Joe: And?
Lindsey: I didn't like it.
Joe just shrugs his shoulders while muttering an 'oh' that sounds like the deflation of a boner.
Lindsey: Besides, you don't have anything to worry about in other aspects. Because Max is NOT as well endowed as you are.
Our hero then gives out another 'oh' that put a spring back in his step and a grin on his face.
Joe: Well, I'm glad to hear THAT.
Lindsey: I can tell. Your friend there isn't exactly hiding the obvious.
She grins, pointing downwards a little bit, to which Joe gives her an eager smile.
Joe: Guess it can't be helped.
Lindsey: I guess not. But, seriously, Joe, don't expect me to go anywhere anytime soon.
Joe: I won't.
Lindsey: Now, come on. I think it's time for bed.
Joe: You know it.
And so, the two walk off, hurrying to their bedroom as the scene fades out.
*****
Lily: At least you guys talked things out.
Joe: Yeah, I feel better about it. I can't believe I didn't try to get to her about it sooner.
Just a few days later, we cut to Lily and Joe walking through the park, the sun setting over head.
Lily: It took a lot off your chest, I'm sure. But at least now you won't be so upset over November, right?
Joe: I wish...those feelings, those memories of Hardaway pouring beer on Tanya and all that, they'll stick around. As long as Lindsey's with me, it won't matter. I'll at least be smiling and making new memories with her.
Lily: Good. Because the last thing we need is a mopey Joe Ragnal turning into Peter Parker.
Joe looks at Lily with a perplexed expression.
Joe: Pre-One More Day or Post?
Lily: That depends, is he still mourning Gwen Stacy?
Joe: Er...dunno, honestly. I kinda gave up on things after the Mephisto deal.
Lily: Ah, I heard about that one.
Joe: Yanno it's funny, how in every continuity that isn't Earth 616, it's NEVER Gwen Stacy that gets thrown off that damn bridge. Always ends up being MJ in all the things I've seen or read. It's weird.
Lily: Yeah, that bridge...Gwen died, but MJ never has? How does that make sense?
Joe: It's the same excuse Quesada assed up, actually. Except whoever wrote that story originally took advantage of a Stan Lee vacation.
Lily: Sounds sneaky.
Joe: Beh, Parker's life is all messed up. Clones, Spider-powers, enemies coming back from the dead, twin daughters of Gwen AND the Green Goblin, Spider-Armor, Iron Spider...I'm so glad I don't have the guy's coninuity problems.
Lily: Good, because I'd hate for you to want that complication and drama.
As the fall wind blows, Lily brushes her hair out of her face.
Lily: I think you'd turn into a snarling shrew under that sort of pressure.
Joe: Well, ain't THAT happy news.
Lily: C'mon, let's go to Harris's place. I need to talk to him about a show in the future.
Joe: Sounds good. Let's do that.
*****
Lindsey: Yeah, mom, everything's fine.
Back at the apartment, Lindsey's by herself, on the phone as she smiles down at Jayden and Brandon in their cribs.
Lindsey: Hm? No, no troubles. Joe and I had a good talk today. He shared a few bits of his past he was worried to talk over with me. I thought it was cute of him to-...what?
As she walks away from the cribs, her smile fades, eyes widening.
Lindsey: No...no, I didn't talk to him about that yet, mom. He's already had a hard time dealing with-...y-yes, mom...I'll talk to him about it when I get the chance...
With that, she hangs up, sighing as she palms her face with despair.
Lindsey: How do I tell him something like that...?
*****
I admit, the last few weeks, I feel like I've been going a little, how shall we say...over the top with my delivery in promos. Not hammy or cheesy, although I'm suddenly in the mood for a sammich. But I seem to gather everyone's attention of the grounds that I'm planning to become some sort of bad guy in wrestling.
I'd just like to confirm here, right now, at this moment...right now...I ain't turning on anyone. Not the fans, not the wrestlers, I'm not playing anyone. Because from what I've seen a general action of someone becoming a bad guy is that they have to wear a three-piece suit when they do so. And I just HAAAATE three-piece suits.
But regardless of that. I just wanted to say that.
But I still have that match with Hugo tomorrow. There's not much for me to add to all this, is there? It's all been said, it's all been done. Just know that I won't see anyone leave this arena in a wheelchair. All I want to do is just have this epic match, put the Novembers of the past behind me, and hopefully head on a plane home with the X Championship in my arms.
But let me just say, I'm still building this X Championship, constructing it's prestige. I want to make sure that the guy I finally lose this belt to, he's a top guy. I wanna know he's gonna go places in this company, and I would hate to see him lose so quickly under any circumstance. So here's to hoping that if Hugo DOES win this belt, he's got some big shoes to fill. But me? I just want to live through this to see a second succesful title defense. And hopefully move on to a third. But this month, it's behind me. My head's focused, ex-wives and ex-girlfriends wouldn't be capable of taking my mind off a title defense. But, don't be surprised if I take to looking at you like a former rival of mine...
So to Hugo, good luck. To the fans worrying how I'd take an inevitable loss, allow me to quote a rapping dog:
"You know, there's something you should know
So I'm gonna tell you so.
Don't sweat it, forget it
Enjoy the show."[/color]