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News:
Tazz: "And then I started to work with Michael Cole on SmackDown and I didn't know him well back then, but he took me under his wing."
Isn't that cute? The thought of Michael Cole taking Tazz under his wing is hilarious, though. XD
Rob Van Dam is interviewed in the latest issue of "Cannabis Culture" magazine (issue #69). The former WWE & ECW champion discusses pro wrestling and his fondness of marijuana. He advocates the medicinal and recreational use of the drug.
Somehow I'm not surprised. And HAH at the issue number. XD Someonehow I'm not surprised at that coincidence, either. XD
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Meme:
Taken from brokengem by way of luckystar37! ^^
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WIP Meme:
Just wanted to show what stories I'm working on. Please comment if you have suggestions, ideas, or constructive criticism. ^^ Or just comment, say whatever. :D
Title: The Way You Left Me
Pairing: RVD/Sabu
Word Count, so far: 4147
Short Summary: Some accident encounters lead to a tumultous relationship.
Short Segment:
“Fuck. Stop it, Rob. We can’t just do this whenever one of us gets horny,” he growled, images of the week before, and the week before that one, and the week before that, making it very hard to ignore what they were doing.
When did I become the voice of reason? Sabu wondered, desperately trying to ignore the way Rob’s breath was hot against his neck and lips were brushing skin with every hurried pant. Entangling himself from Rob would be difficult, as agile fingers were already digging into clothing, and strong legs held on for dear life, made even worse by the soft, pleading voice that caused his resolve to crumble.
“Please,” Rob whined, an arm hooking around Sabu’s neck. It had always been difficult to refuse Rob, even more so when he was trying to sneakily undress them while at the same time temping Sabu with soft whimpers and breathy sighs. Now was no different.
He knew he could do nothing except give in, though the nagging truth remained. Even with all of Rob’s begging, Sabu knew this wouldn’t be happening if Sonya were still around, and they needed to set boundaries, right there and then. Hard as it was, things had to be said.
“This ends when she gets back,” he whispered harshly, Rob’s confused eyes searching for his. It looked like what Sabu had said didn’t quite catch on, so he repeated it, louder this time. “This, whatever this is, ends when she gets back, Rob.”
“Why?”
“Because this won’t work once she’s back. You won’t let it.”
Title: I Don't Mind Watching You
Pairing: RVD/Sabu
Word Count, so far: 2519
Summary: When he sees Rob grow closer to someone not himself, Sabu finally realises how jealous he's become.
Short Segment:
that Sabu didn’t know what to think at first. He’d seen it before, on pictures, on tape, it was like Rob and him would stand. It infuriated Sabu, the way Kash had just assumed his role, and he had to force down the resentment he felt rising. It was unreasonable, and probably not even founded, but he couldn’t help himself. How had he not seen the way those two had grown closer?
Rob’s smile, bright and blinding, was genuine, a smile he usually reserved for someone else. And that someone could do nothing but stare, the whirlwind of people behind him not enough to distract. Sabu was angry, though not sure why. Angry at Rob, perhaps, for deciding to replace him with someone like Kash. Yet at the same time he was angry at himself, angry because he’d let another friendship deteriorate, angry because he’d realised it too late. And deep down, though he didn’t even dare contemplate it, he was angry because Rob shouldn’t smile like that at anyone but him.
A whisper, innocent to the eye, caused Sabu’s thoughts to come to a crashing halt. Kash was smiling, a flirtatious curl to his lips. Rob flushed momentarily, though he didn’t back away, and Sabu just knew - by the casual way they interacted - that it had happened before. It shouldn’t have.
Title: Bubbles
Pairing: RVD/Sabu
Word Count, so far: 750
Summary: Crack. XD Inspired by raisingkane. Rob dreams of bubbles.
Short Segment:
He was entirely too heavy to deal with this late at night.
“Hey, wake up!” Prodding his partner violently, Sabu felt vindicated at the surprised yelp that emanated from a none too happy Rob. Then again, Sabu hadn’t appreciated being woken up either. Rob squinted at him, lazily turning on his side. Noticing the clear opening given to him, Sabu harshly pulled on his part of the sheets, causing Rob to land on his back with a thud.
“What was that for?” Rob all but whined, freeing himself before falling back into the pillows. The arm that had earlier woken Sabu up was now propped up against the headboard, the other across Rob’s stomach. He looked rather comfortable, Sabu mused, which was really unfair. Bastard.
“You woke me up, I make sure you do too. Just repaying the favour.”
Title: Timeline
Pairing: RVD/Sabu
Word Count, so far: 1399
Summary: (A different writing style than I'm used to. Hell, a whole different tense! Hope it works... : P) Short flashes of how Rob and Sabu's relationship developed.
Short Segment:
The others laugh, as does Rob, but it’s the amused smile and twinkle in Sabu’s eyes that cause Rob to go out and actually get one.
It’s not the biggest one, though still cumbersome to carry, and the strange array of decorations makes it look horrendous, but when Sabu shows up two weeks later and gives a chortled laugh, Rob knows it is all worth it.
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He’s seen many a rat come out of wrestler’s rooms, so it no longer surprises him. The world of wrestling has never been so real, even if he’s drowning in things foreign. No, nothing surprises him anymore, except the painful stab to his heart when a tall, blonde-haired woman leaves the room Rob has found himself staring at so often.
Scared, of himself, of what this means, he sits quietly in a corner, wishing desperately that lying to himself would stop being so damn hard.
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Another and another, and they’re all blonde and pretty. Rob wonders, sometimes, if it would be easier to deal with if their fake smiles didn’t remind him of himself.
Drowning in alcohol is the easy way out and he takes it, tells Sabu a mumbled story of birthdays and a sick grandmother. It doesn’t make sense, they both know it, yet Sabu stays silent. When Rob pukes his guts out, Sabu is still there, and even though the man does nothing, Rob feels better anyway.
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“What’s with the booze?” Sabu asks him, once, having found Rob cleaning the mess he’s made the night before. Rob shrugs and gives a nonsensical answer, prompting Sabu to shake his head sadly and walk off.
Deciding he doesn’t want to disappoint Sabu, Rob takes up weed instead.
Title: It's Sinking In
Pairing: Tazz/Joey Styles, hints at Tazz/Michael Cole.
Word Count, so far: 1403
Summary: Something has changed between them, but Joey's scared to ask what.
Short Segment:
“Of course you’re not. Fuck, you’re nothing like him.”
“Why does that suddenly sound like an insult?”
A sigh, then Taz rubbed a hand over his head, something Joey usually saw him do when he was uncomfortable. Well, he didn’t give a damn. He usually wasn’t really a guy that enjoyed discomfort in others, but right now he wished whole-heartedly that he could make his friend feel at least a smidgen of what he usually felt. Served him right, for messing with him like that, especially when he felt the way he did. Not that Taz knew about any of that, of course, but wasn’t there some code of conduct? Don’t rib your much smaller and weaker partner, or something of the kind? There should be. Especially when they’ve had a crush on you for a while now and are scared shitless as it is that you’re going to find out and kick their ass. Joey inwardly scowled. Crush, that sounded so childish.
“It’s not an insult, Joe.”
Title: Out of Gas
Pairing: RVD/Sabu
Word Count, so far: 2288
Summary: Rob makes a mistake and wonders if picking up the pieces is worth the bother.
Short Segment:
Just like normal. Only instead of their usual routine, Rob was the one arriving there last. Sabu’s expression had been one of boredom, not even changing when Rob walked towards him. His eyes betrayed nothing, his stance screaming caution.
“Where were you?”
His voice sounded gruff, weary, very much like a person who’d been busy arguing with someone all night. Only, Rob knew that hadn’t been the case.
“Who are you, my mother? Besides, you walked out on me, not the other way around,” Rob muttered, opening the car’s boot and haphazardly throwing his things in. He offered to take Sabu’s bag, but stepped back as Sabu chose to drop it in himself. Rob crossed his arms, not sure whether to be amused or offended by the brusque way Sabu was treating him.
“I stayed with Helms and Hardy, they allowed me to sleep in their room for the night,” he continued, not catching the annoyance flash over his partner’s face, climbing behind the wheel after he’d closed the boot, waiting patiently for Sabu to climb in as well. Once all doors were closed, and Sabu had taken his usual spot next to him, he started the engine and continued to make small-talk.
“A messy room, but it was okay. For some reason I’d expected Helms to be a neat-freak. Turns out he’s just as much a slouch as the rest of us.”
Rob turned the wheel, quite happy to be back into something he was comfortable with; driving Sabu around, all the while chatting his ears off. He was sure that once they were out on the road again, driving to whatever useless little town they were visiting next, all would be well again. It brought back memories of the old days, spending more time together in horrible hotels than at home, finding themselves stuck on the side of the road because of a broken down car, or having to accept help from questionable looking people they otherwise wouldn’t have talked to. He wished things could be like that again, but then he’d often dreamt of the old ECW-days.
“There was a crappy couch there. I slept on that. It sucked, but it was better than nothing. So, what about you?”
Unfortunately he was greeted by nothing but silence, the lack of reply not unfamiliar but much more loaded than usual. It was like a suffocating blanket of worry was pressing down on him, caused merely by the way Sabu was staring outside. Usually he would be busy ignoring Rob, his eyes flashing back and forward at whatever he saw outside, occasionally making snide comments. Now, as Rob tried to see what he was seeing and not cause some fatal accident, the man next to him was simply staring ahead. He could almost hear the wheels in his head turn, its screeching sounds just not reaching his ears.
Perhaps he shouldn’t have been so casual about this. He should have taken a different approach. Apologize, explain what had happened, or ask him what was wrong. Alas, asking Sabu what was wrong was like expecting an answer from a statue, they looked like they could, but they simply wouldn’t.
“Sabu?” he tried, nails digging into the steering-wheel uncomfortably as he saw the silent fury in the other man’s eyes. If they hadn’t been on a busy road he would have pulled over, but a large red truck was blocking that easy escape route. All that was left was to tough it out, hope he wouldn’t break down under the pressure.
Title: Unfinished Business
Pairing: RVD/Sabu
Word Count, so far: 1590
Summary: Rob worries that Sabu won't care if they're seperated, and Sabu doesn't know how to deal with it.
Short Segment:
Everything looked like he was peering though cheap binoculars, from Rob’s smiling mouth to the slight stubble caused by a few days not shaving. It looked like a shadow had taken a hold of him, had plastered itself to Rob’s skin, and was now gradually spreading. Sabu immediately opened both his eyes, forcefully willing that image from his mind. Rob’s eyes calmed him down, a curious inquiry in his stare, but Sabu only shook his head. He wasn’t going to talk to Rob about that, because no doubt he’d bring out his books on the world of Zen to try and block these thoughts. Sabu didn’t have the patience for things like that, and he figured that without his roughness and dangerous air he really had nothing to interest people with.
“Well? What’s wrong with you this time?” he asked, sitting up a bit.
Rob didn’t look like he was feeling his wonderful self, Sabu noted after a once-over. His hair was unkempt, not pulled back into a ponytail like it usually was, and if he looked closely he could see a few tangles here and there. In fact, Rob was holding a hair brush and had sat back to continue brushing his hair. Occasionally he’d frown, coming across a particularly stubborn knot, even sighing unhappily sometimes.
“You were whining because your hair’s tangled? God, you’re such a girl.”
He wasn’t of course, because no girl had a body like Rob’s. No guys either, come to think of it.
“I wasn’t,” Rob mumbled; the annoyed expression of infuriation almost comical, though he did continue the careful brushing of his hair. “I was just paying you back.”
Tazz: "And then I started to work with Michael Cole on SmackDown and I didn't know him well back then, but he took me under his wing."
Isn't that cute? The thought of Michael Cole taking Tazz under his wing is hilarious, though. XD
Rob Van Dam is interviewed in the latest issue of "Cannabis Culture" magazine (issue #69). The former WWE & ECW champion discusses pro wrestling and his fondness of marijuana. He advocates the medicinal and recreational use of the drug.
Somehow I'm not surprised. And HAH at the issue number. XD Someonehow I'm not surprised at that coincidence, either. XD
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Meme:
Taken from brokengem by way of luckystar37! ^^
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WIP Meme:
Just wanted to show what stories I'm working on. Please comment if you have suggestions, ideas, or constructive criticism. ^^ Or just comment, say whatever. :D
Title: The Way You Left Me
Pairing: RVD/Sabu
Word Count, so far: 4147
Short Summary: Some accident encounters lead to a tumultous relationship.
Short Segment:
“Fuck. Stop it, Rob. We can’t just do this whenever one of us gets horny,” he growled, images of the week before, and the week before that one, and the week before that, making it very hard to ignore what they were doing.
When did I become the voice of reason? Sabu wondered, desperately trying to ignore the way Rob’s breath was hot against his neck and lips were brushing skin with every hurried pant. Entangling himself from Rob would be difficult, as agile fingers were already digging into clothing, and strong legs held on for dear life, made even worse by the soft, pleading voice that caused his resolve to crumble.
“Please,” Rob whined, an arm hooking around Sabu’s neck. It had always been difficult to refuse Rob, even more so when he was trying to sneakily undress them while at the same time temping Sabu with soft whimpers and breathy sighs. Now was no different.
He knew he could do nothing except give in, though the nagging truth remained. Even with all of Rob’s begging, Sabu knew this wouldn’t be happening if Sonya were still around, and they needed to set boundaries, right there and then. Hard as it was, things had to be said.
“This ends when she gets back,” he whispered harshly, Rob’s confused eyes searching for his. It looked like what Sabu had said didn’t quite catch on, so he repeated it, louder this time. “This, whatever this is, ends when she gets back, Rob.”
“Why?”
“Because this won’t work once she’s back. You won’t let it.”
Title: I Don't Mind Watching You
Pairing: RVD/Sabu
Word Count, so far: 2519
Summary: When he sees Rob grow closer to someone not himself, Sabu finally realises how jealous he's become.
Short Segment:
that Sabu didn’t know what to think at first. He’d seen it before, on pictures, on tape, it was like Rob and him would stand. It infuriated Sabu, the way Kash had just assumed his role, and he had to force down the resentment he felt rising. It was unreasonable, and probably not even founded, but he couldn’t help himself. How had he not seen the way those two had grown closer?
Rob’s smile, bright and blinding, was genuine, a smile he usually reserved for someone else. And that someone could do nothing but stare, the whirlwind of people behind him not enough to distract. Sabu was angry, though not sure why. Angry at Rob, perhaps, for deciding to replace him with someone like Kash. Yet at the same time he was angry at himself, angry because he’d let another friendship deteriorate, angry because he’d realised it too late. And deep down, though he didn’t even dare contemplate it, he was angry because Rob shouldn’t smile like that at anyone but him.
A whisper, innocent to the eye, caused Sabu’s thoughts to come to a crashing halt. Kash was smiling, a flirtatious curl to his lips. Rob flushed momentarily, though he didn’t back away, and Sabu just knew - by the casual way they interacted - that it had happened before. It shouldn’t have.
Title: Bubbles
Pairing: RVD/Sabu
Word Count, so far: 750
Summary: Crack. XD Inspired by raisingkane. Rob dreams of bubbles.
Short Segment:
He was entirely too heavy to deal with this late at night.
“Hey, wake up!” Prodding his partner violently, Sabu felt vindicated at the surprised yelp that emanated from a none too happy Rob. Then again, Sabu hadn’t appreciated being woken up either. Rob squinted at him, lazily turning on his side. Noticing the clear opening given to him, Sabu harshly pulled on his part of the sheets, causing Rob to land on his back with a thud.
“What was that for?” Rob all but whined, freeing himself before falling back into the pillows. The arm that had earlier woken Sabu up was now propped up against the headboard, the other across Rob’s stomach. He looked rather comfortable, Sabu mused, which was really unfair. Bastard.
“You woke me up, I make sure you do too. Just repaying the favour.”
Title: Timeline
Pairing: RVD/Sabu
Word Count, so far: 1399
Summary: (A different writing style than I'm used to. Hell, a whole different tense! Hope it works... : P) Short flashes of how Rob and Sabu's relationship developed.
Short Segment:
The others laugh, as does Rob, but it’s the amused smile and twinkle in Sabu’s eyes that cause Rob to go out and actually get one.
It’s not the biggest one, though still cumbersome to carry, and the strange array of decorations makes it look horrendous, but when Sabu shows up two weeks later and gives a chortled laugh, Rob knows it is all worth it.
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He’s seen many a rat come out of wrestler’s rooms, so it no longer surprises him. The world of wrestling has never been so real, even if he’s drowning in things foreign. No, nothing surprises him anymore, except the painful stab to his heart when a tall, blonde-haired woman leaves the room Rob has found himself staring at so often.
Scared, of himself, of what this means, he sits quietly in a corner, wishing desperately that lying to himself would stop being so damn hard.
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Another and another, and they’re all blonde and pretty. Rob wonders, sometimes, if it would be easier to deal with if their fake smiles didn’t remind him of himself.
Drowning in alcohol is the easy way out and he takes it, tells Sabu a mumbled story of birthdays and a sick grandmother. It doesn’t make sense, they both know it, yet Sabu stays silent. When Rob pukes his guts out, Sabu is still there, and even though the man does nothing, Rob feels better anyway.
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“What’s with the booze?” Sabu asks him, once, having found Rob cleaning the mess he’s made the night before. Rob shrugs and gives a nonsensical answer, prompting Sabu to shake his head sadly and walk off.
Deciding he doesn’t want to disappoint Sabu, Rob takes up weed instead.
Title: It's Sinking In
Pairing: Tazz/Joey Styles, hints at Tazz/Michael Cole.
Word Count, so far: 1403
Summary: Something has changed between them, but Joey's scared to ask what.
Short Segment:
“Of course you’re not. Fuck, you’re nothing like him.”
“Why does that suddenly sound like an insult?”
A sigh, then Taz rubbed a hand over his head, something Joey usually saw him do when he was uncomfortable. Well, he didn’t give a damn. He usually wasn’t really a guy that enjoyed discomfort in others, but right now he wished whole-heartedly that he could make his friend feel at least a smidgen of what he usually felt. Served him right, for messing with him like that, especially when he felt the way he did. Not that Taz knew about any of that, of course, but wasn’t there some code of conduct? Don’t rib your much smaller and weaker partner, or something of the kind? There should be. Especially when they’ve had a crush on you for a while now and are scared shitless as it is that you’re going to find out and kick their ass. Joey inwardly scowled. Crush, that sounded so childish.
“It’s not an insult, Joe.”
Title: Out of Gas
Pairing: RVD/Sabu
Word Count, so far: 2288
Summary: Rob makes a mistake and wonders if picking up the pieces is worth the bother.
Short Segment:
Just like normal. Only instead of their usual routine, Rob was the one arriving there last. Sabu’s expression had been one of boredom, not even changing when Rob walked towards him. His eyes betrayed nothing, his stance screaming caution.
“Where were you?”
His voice sounded gruff, weary, very much like a person who’d been busy arguing with someone all night. Only, Rob knew that hadn’t been the case.
“Who are you, my mother? Besides, you walked out on me, not the other way around,” Rob muttered, opening the car’s boot and haphazardly throwing his things in. He offered to take Sabu’s bag, but stepped back as Sabu chose to drop it in himself. Rob crossed his arms, not sure whether to be amused or offended by the brusque way Sabu was treating him.
“I stayed with Helms and Hardy, they allowed me to sleep in their room for the night,” he continued, not catching the annoyance flash over his partner’s face, climbing behind the wheel after he’d closed the boot, waiting patiently for Sabu to climb in as well. Once all doors were closed, and Sabu had taken his usual spot next to him, he started the engine and continued to make small-talk.
“A messy room, but it was okay. For some reason I’d expected Helms to be a neat-freak. Turns out he’s just as much a slouch as the rest of us.”
Rob turned the wheel, quite happy to be back into something he was comfortable with; driving Sabu around, all the while chatting his ears off. He was sure that once they were out on the road again, driving to whatever useless little town they were visiting next, all would be well again. It brought back memories of the old days, spending more time together in horrible hotels than at home, finding themselves stuck on the side of the road because of a broken down car, or having to accept help from questionable looking people they otherwise wouldn’t have talked to. He wished things could be like that again, but then he’d often dreamt of the old ECW-days.
“There was a crappy couch there. I slept on that. It sucked, but it was better than nothing. So, what about you?”
Unfortunately he was greeted by nothing but silence, the lack of reply not unfamiliar but much more loaded than usual. It was like a suffocating blanket of worry was pressing down on him, caused merely by the way Sabu was staring outside. Usually he would be busy ignoring Rob, his eyes flashing back and forward at whatever he saw outside, occasionally making snide comments. Now, as Rob tried to see what he was seeing and not cause some fatal accident, the man next to him was simply staring ahead. He could almost hear the wheels in his head turn, its screeching sounds just not reaching his ears.
Perhaps he shouldn’t have been so casual about this. He should have taken a different approach. Apologize, explain what had happened, or ask him what was wrong. Alas, asking Sabu what was wrong was like expecting an answer from a statue, they looked like they could, but they simply wouldn’t.
“Sabu?” he tried, nails digging into the steering-wheel uncomfortably as he saw the silent fury in the other man’s eyes. If they hadn’t been on a busy road he would have pulled over, but a large red truck was blocking that easy escape route. All that was left was to tough it out, hope he wouldn’t break down under the pressure.
Title: Unfinished Business
Pairing: RVD/Sabu
Word Count, so far: 1590
Summary: Rob worries that Sabu won't care if they're seperated, and Sabu doesn't know how to deal with it.
Short Segment:
Everything looked like he was peering though cheap binoculars, from Rob’s smiling mouth to the slight stubble caused by a few days not shaving. It looked like a shadow had taken a hold of him, had plastered itself to Rob’s skin, and was now gradually spreading. Sabu immediately opened both his eyes, forcefully willing that image from his mind. Rob’s eyes calmed him down, a curious inquiry in his stare, but Sabu only shook his head. He wasn’t going to talk to Rob about that, because no doubt he’d bring out his books on the world of Zen to try and block these thoughts. Sabu didn’t have the patience for things like that, and he figured that without his roughness and dangerous air he really had nothing to interest people with.
“Well? What’s wrong with you this time?” he asked, sitting up a bit.
Rob didn’t look like he was feeling his wonderful self, Sabu noted after a once-over. His hair was unkempt, not pulled back into a ponytail like it usually was, and if he looked closely he could see a few tangles here and there. In fact, Rob was holding a hair brush and had sat back to continue brushing his hair. Occasionally he’d frown, coming across a particularly stubborn knot, even sighing unhappily sometimes.
“You were whining because your hair’s tangled? God, you’re such a girl.”
He wasn’t of course, because no girl had a body like Rob’s. No guys either, come to think of it.
“I wasn’t,” Rob mumbled; the annoyed expression of infuriation almost comical, though he did continue the careful brushing of his hair. “I was just paying you back.”