Gilded Nightmares
By
Indigo X
ii.
fear.
(Rob)
Someone's watching me.
Wherever I go, whatever I do, whether I'm with my friends or by myself or even wrestling in the ring, I keep gettin' this creepy, prickly feeling at the back of my neck. Someone's watching me. Someone...
Eh. It's probably just my imagination. SoCo says I'm probably being paranoid, and she's probably right. She usually is. Great girl, SoCo... She's got a southern drawl, so some people think she's a redneck, but she isn't, really. She's one of the smartest people I know, not to mention the toughest girl I know, period. Could she beat me in a match? I don't know. To tell you the truth, I don't wanna risk it, because as hardcore as I am, there's a pretty damn good chance that, well... she'd kick my ass. But I guess that's one of the reasons she's my girl- the last thing I need is a giggling ringrat with no fire, no spirit, and fluff for brains. I'd much rather have SoCo kick my ass than kiss it...
Damnit! Why can't I shake this prickly feeling? There's nobody watching you, RVD, get it together!
So, I'll try to focus on something else. Goldust, yeah. Old timer thinks he can make a name for himself again by beating me, I guess. Why else would he spend all that time making an entrance, and then jump me from behind? Guy's a regular nut job, with the face paint and the wig and the robe and the glitter... honestly, I think he makes a name for himself by his promos alone. Goldust, The Cross-Dressing Guy Who Wierds People Out.
Heh, I'm not choosy. If he wants to fight me, he can bring it on. If he wants me, he can just come and get me. No freako psych-out techniques are gonna keep me from rippin' him a new one...
And there's that weird feeling again. Okay, maybe this isn't my imagination. Maybe someone is watching my every move. This is seriously starting to creep me out...
Wait a Goddamn minute... was that a sudden draft, or was that breath on the back of my neck...?
By
Indigo X
ii.
fear.
(Rob)
Someone's watching me.
Wherever I go, whatever I do, whether I'm with my friends or by myself or even wrestling in the ring, I keep gettin' this creepy, prickly feeling at the back of my neck. Someone's watching me. Someone...
Eh. It's probably just my imagination. SoCo says I'm probably being paranoid, and she's probably right. She usually is. Great girl, SoCo... She's got a southern drawl, so some people think she's a redneck, but she isn't, really. She's one of the smartest people I know, not to mention the toughest girl I know, period. Could she beat me in a match? I don't know. To tell you the truth, I don't wanna risk it, because as hardcore as I am, there's a pretty damn good chance that, well... she'd kick my ass. But I guess that's one of the reasons she's my girl- the last thing I need is a giggling ringrat with no fire, no spirit, and fluff for brains. I'd much rather have SoCo kick my ass than kiss it...
Damnit! Why can't I shake this prickly feeling? There's nobody watching you, RVD, get it together!
So, I'll try to focus on something else. Goldust, yeah. Old timer thinks he can make a name for himself again by beating me, I guess. Why else would he spend all that time making an entrance, and then jump me from behind? Guy's a regular nut job, with the face paint and the wig and the robe and the glitter... honestly, I think he makes a name for himself by his promos alone. Goldust, The Cross-Dressing Guy Who Wierds People Out.
Heh, I'm not choosy. If he wants to fight me, he can bring it on. If he wants me, he can just come and get me. No freako psych-out techniques are gonna keep me from rippin' him a new one...
And there's that weird feeling again. Okay, maybe this isn't my imagination. Maybe someone is watching my every move. This is seriously starting to creep me out...
Wait a Goddamn minute... was that a sudden draft, or was that breath on the back of my neck...?