Affairs
Introduction - I wrote this story as number one and forgot so the intro. to the series is in this one 'stead of The Ideal. This is a series detailing the WWE stars who don't play happy families. I'm not sure how many there will be, I'm anticipating about four. For each one I will pick the superstar you least expect for the part, thus giving the chance to air my views on them all. Each one will include a diva as the 'mistress'
Affairs - Almost Routine
"What am I doing here?" I ask myself. I hate that question but so often it I do ask it, and I honestly don't know the answer! How pathetic is that?
I'm sat in the foyer of some ridiculously expensive hotel, waiting for my 'partner'. I use sarcastic quote marks because really I'm just his bit on the side, his little optional extra! Your probably thinking my bitterness is unnecessary but the you know so little! You see, I'm only here for his sake, he would never use some cheap motel room, even for me. No matter how high profile it is or how much risk it puts him in, he always wants the best, which shows what kind of an arrogant and short sighted person he is. I guess those adjectives beg the question, if you hate him why do you do it? And, as I've already told you I don't know!. Obviously I didn't always feel this way, otherwise it would never begun. He's always been like it though, it just took me a while to realise it!
I look around the small room area and take in my surroundings, they are horrendous! Now, gold may be a sign of expense and may be the favoured precious metal of many, but not me! I hate it! It looks so cheap and tacky, it takes a true artist to make it attractive and whoever designed this hotel's decor was no artist. All the chairs (large padded armchairs that comfortably engulf you when you dare to sit in them) are covered in William Morris prints, mainly red. This rich ruby red is reflected through out the room, and the uniforms of the staff. The red is actually gorgeous (I own a similar shade of nail varnish) but there is to much of it, as with the gold. The sweeping staircase to my right, has a gold plated barrier with a red carpet (Trimmed with golden yellow) and along it golden light fixtures emit harsh white light that does nothing to soften the garish decor. All the tables are covered in red fabric and the reception desk is brass with a marble top. Its a wonder the 'oh so cheerful' staff don't all suffer terrible migraines from the effect of the room (Though I expect during their employment here they have been reduced to wearing contacts) This kind of place is SO him, all this expense, reducing it to cheap tack. He always insists on garish mistakes like this hotel, while the majority of the rosta are content with horrible hovels like our current motel. Not him though, but he can afford it unlike the rest. The short periods of time he spends on the road on top of the extra money he earns all allow him these ridiculous extravagances. Apparently he used to be quite happy to slump it like the rest, but that was before I joined.
Our arrangement is very him to. I have to sit, wait for him to walk through the large glass doors, over to the reception and up the golden staircase. Then after a few minutes I follow him and go to the room I should have overheard him tell the receptionist. I knock twice and he lets me in, from then on we wing it. As I've said it wasn't always like this, once I relished these few moments before our meetings (though not as much as the time we spent together). I see him walk in and speak to the receptionist. 69, how appropriate! I watch him alight the stairs and almost rise from my seat to follow him. As I do my rebellious streak kicks in (along with my appreciation of the unbelievably comfy chair) and I take my seat once more. He can wait for a while I decide, while I try and figure out why I'm here.
So little clues here as too which superstars I'm using. I think you might be surprised when you find out, or you may not. You'll never know if I don't get enough reviews cos I won't continue. (Come on, review, you know you want to!)
Introduction - I wrote this story as number one and forgot so the intro. to the series is in this one 'stead of The Ideal. This is a series detailing the WWE stars who don't play happy families. I'm not sure how many there will be, I'm anticipating about four. For each one I will pick the superstar you least expect for the part, thus giving the chance to air my views on them all. Each one will include a diva as the 'mistress'
Affairs - Almost Routine
"What am I doing here?" I ask myself. I hate that question but so often it I do ask it, and I honestly don't know the answer! How pathetic is that?
I'm sat in the foyer of some ridiculously expensive hotel, waiting for my 'partner'. I use sarcastic quote marks because really I'm just his bit on the side, his little optional extra! Your probably thinking my bitterness is unnecessary but the you know so little! You see, I'm only here for his sake, he would never use some cheap motel room, even for me. No matter how high profile it is or how much risk it puts him in, he always wants the best, which shows what kind of an arrogant and short sighted person he is. I guess those adjectives beg the question, if you hate him why do you do it? And, as I've already told you I don't know!. Obviously I didn't always feel this way, otherwise it would never begun. He's always been like it though, it just took me a while to realise it!
I look around the small room area and take in my surroundings, they are horrendous! Now, gold may be a sign of expense and may be the favoured precious metal of many, but not me! I hate it! It looks so cheap and tacky, it takes a true artist to make it attractive and whoever designed this hotel's decor was no artist. All the chairs (large padded armchairs that comfortably engulf you when you dare to sit in them) are covered in William Morris prints, mainly red. This rich ruby red is reflected through out the room, and the uniforms of the staff. The red is actually gorgeous (I own a similar shade of nail varnish) but there is to much of it, as with the gold. The sweeping staircase to my right, has a gold plated barrier with a red carpet (Trimmed with golden yellow) and along it golden light fixtures emit harsh white light that does nothing to soften the garish decor. All the tables are covered in red fabric and the reception desk is brass with a marble top. Its a wonder the 'oh so cheerful' staff don't all suffer terrible migraines from the effect of the room (Though I expect during their employment here they have been reduced to wearing contacts) This kind of place is SO him, all this expense, reducing it to cheap tack. He always insists on garish mistakes like this hotel, while the majority of the rosta are content with horrible hovels like our current motel. Not him though, but he can afford it unlike the rest. The short periods of time he spends on the road on top of the extra money he earns all allow him these ridiculous extravagances. Apparently he used to be quite happy to slump it like the rest, but that was before I joined.
Our arrangement is very him to. I have to sit, wait for him to walk through the large glass doors, over to the reception and up the golden staircase. Then after a few minutes I follow him and go to the room I should have overheard him tell the receptionist. I knock twice and he lets me in, from then on we wing it. As I've said it wasn't always like this, once I relished these few moments before our meetings (though not as much as the time we spent together). I see him walk in and speak to the receptionist. 69, how appropriate! I watch him alight the stairs and almost rise from my seat to follow him. As I do my rebellious streak kicks in (along with my appreciation of the unbelievably comfy chair) and I take my seat once more. He can wait for a while I decide, while I try and figure out why I'm here.
So little clues here as too which superstars I'm using. I think you might be surprised when you find out, or you may not. You'll never know if I don't get enough reviews cos I won't continue. (Come on, review, you know you want to!)
