Post by Mike Ragnal on Apr 16, 2007 23:26:53 GMT -5
Mike is laying down on top of the roof of his house, or at least the roof to the porch, staring at the late night sky. To only him would his thoughts be known…unless Sasha came up.
As he laid on the blanket over the rooftiles, his legs crossed while wearing his Jack Skellington pajama pants, he couldn’t help but think of this opportunity he was getting…
Another chance to become Television Champion in WCF. He remembered his last opportunity. A week prior to War, he took on JJ Biggs in order to claim gold in WCF, and it was for the very same gold he was looking to obtain in two weeks. He remembered putting training and even studied Biggs’ matches…but for the most part he was screwing around with Sasha.
As he palms his face in a sense of shame, he thought, “Eh. At least I know I’m getting some action.” The next thing he thought of was her accent. Sasha was an Australian girl, and there was something about her accent that attracted her. Perhaps it was the fact that she was the only Australian girl Mike knew, aside from Nicole Kidman, who could perform with a proper Good Ol’ US of A accent. Or perhaps it was the way she would call him “mate” in bed.
Whatever the case, he knew he was in love with Sasha. After all, the both of them had an affliction for all things classic and nostalgic. In fact, when Mike headed up to clear his thoughts, Sasha was asleep on the couch while the episode of M*A*S*H where they played “beat the clock” with the patient was playing.
He knew she was the one.
Before he could progress any further, he hears the window behind him open, and turned to see Sasha peering her head out the window, simply wearing a long Junkyard Dog shirt that covered up her thighs.
SASHA: You alright there, luv?
Mike nodded his head.
MIKE: Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking is all.
SASHA: Oh…
Mike waves his hand towards him to Sasha.
MIKE: Wanna come out here?
Sasha nodded, and crawled on top of the blanket, nuzzling her head onto her shoulder, Mike wrapping his arm around her.
SASHA: So what were you thinking about?
MIKE: You know…everything.
SASHA: Everything can mean less than everything.
Mike smiles as he chuckles to himself, looking into Sasha’s eyes.
MIKE: Just thinking…after this Sunday, I have one more match to finally claim a championship in WCF. That is, if I win.
SASHA: And I’m sure you will. You beat Craven last week.
MIKE: Yeah…but c’mon. That was Craven. Bobby Cairo, on the other hand, he’s not a pushover.
Mike turns back to the sky, crossing his arms behind his head.
SASHA: True…but I think since he’s got that Euthanasia match with a bunch of the others, he’s got more to worry about than the Television title.
MIKE: After that, it just leaves Lawnmower Jones and Biohazard. So right there, I’m gonna have to look at who’s going to advance, and then study them.
SASHA: Whatever you feel works for you, love.
Mike turns to Sasha, and places a kiss on her forehead, snuggling her closer to him. After a few seconds of silence…
SASHA: Have we ever done it on the roof before?
It takes a few more seconds, but Mike laughs at the idea.
MIKE: Yeah, we did, remember? The neighbors thought someone was being murdered!
SASHA: Oh, right!
Then the two share a hard laugh, following up with a sigh, each of them looking at the other with a smile. As Mike leans in to kiss Sasha, one thought runs through his mind-
“God, I love her.”
As he laid on the blanket over the rooftiles, his legs crossed while wearing his Jack Skellington pajama pants, he couldn’t help but think of this opportunity he was getting…
Another chance to become Television Champion in WCF. He remembered his last opportunity. A week prior to War, he took on JJ Biggs in order to claim gold in WCF, and it was for the very same gold he was looking to obtain in two weeks. He remembered putting training and even studied Biggs’ matches…but for the most part he was screwing around with Sasha.
As he palms his face in a sense of shame, he thought, “Eh. At least I know I’m getting some action.” The next thing he thought of was her accent. Sasha was an Australian girl, and there was something about her accent that attracted her. Perhaps it was the fact that she was the only Australian girl Mike knew, aside from Nicole Kidman, who could perform with a proper Good Ol’ US of A accent. Or perhaps it was the way she would call him “mate” in bed.
Whatever the case, he knew he was in love with Sasha. After all, the both of them had an affliction for all things classic and nostalgic. In fact, when Mike headed up to clear his thoughts, Sasha was asleep on the couch while the episode of M*A*S*H where they played “beat the clock” with the patient was playing.
He knew she was the one.
Before he could progress any further, he hears the window behind him open, and turned to see Sasha peering her head out the window, simply wearing a long Junkyard Dog shirt that covered up her thighs.
SASHA: You alright there, luv?
Mike nodded his head.
MIKE: Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking is all.
SASHA: Oh…
Mike waves his hand towards him to Sasha.
MIKE: Wanna come out here?
Sasha nodded, and crawled on top of the blanket, nuzzling her head onto her shoulder, Mike wrapping his arm around her.
SASHA: So what were you thinking about?
MIKE: You know…everything.
SASHA: Everything can mean less than everything.
Mike smiles as he chuckles to himself, looking into Sasha’s eyes.
MIKE: Just thinking…after this Sunday, I have one more match to finally claim a championship in WCF. That is, if I win.
SASHA: And I’m sure you will. You beat Craven last week.
MIKE: Yeah…but c’mon. That was Craven. Bobby Cairo, on the other hand, he’s not a pushover.
Mike turns back to the sky, crossing his arms behind his head.
SASHA: True…but I think since he’s got that Euthanasia match with a bunch of the others, he’s got more to worry about than the Television title.
MIKE: After that, it just leaves Lawnmower Jones and Biohazard. So right there, I’m gonna have to look at who’s going to advance, and then study them.
SASHA: Whatever you feel works for you, love.
Mike turns to Sasha, and places a kiss on her forehead, snuggling her closer to him. After a few seconds of silence…
SASHA: Have we ever done it on the roof before?
It takes a few more seconds, but Mike laughs at the idea.
MIKE: Yeah, we did, remember? The neighbors thought someone was being murdered!
SASHA: Oh, right!
Then the two share a hard laugh, following up with a sigh, each of them looking at the other with a smile. As Mike leans in to kiss Sasha, one thought runs through his mind-
“God, I love her.”
