Gilded Nightmares
By
Indigo X
(Author Notes. Yay. --- Heya. Boy, it's been a while since I wrote up a good ol' wrasslin' fic. This little beauty was inspired by sumpfink my and my amiga Amara Sidhe were playing out, and THAT was inspired by the 2/4 Raw. Prepare for sadism a go go.
Goldust and Rob Van Dam, along with any other WWF or NWO guys that may pop up in this story belong to Vinny McMahon, and I definetly don't want that guy suing me. Virginia 'SoCo' Calloway belongs to Amara Sidhe, and I don't want her beating me up. Kari Foley belongs to lil' old me.)
i.
desire.
(Goldust)
Perfection.
I have been watching him for a long, long time. I've come to identify every movement, every detail. His airbrushed singlets, adorned with dragons, yin-yangs, and the like. His beautiful sandy blonde hair, swept back in a tight ponytail as not to obscure his vision. The way he flies effortless through the air, to crash onto his prey like a gorgeous, muscular missile. Then, there's his face. The cheekbones, the white toothed, lopsided smile, the oh-so mischievous sparkle of his sapphire eyes.
He is perfection. He must be mine, and mine alone.
For all these months, I have solely focused on this star. I have hid, watching the television, watching the stock footage, seeing him in every feasible angle. I sometimes find myself dragging my fingertips against the screen, as if to trace the beads of sweat on his skin. I move my face close, and imagine his breath on my face.
My shining, perfect star.
I told him, I told him I was coming for him. I told him several times, but I only made it blunt on that night. He stood. He looked so surprised. So he's not the cleverest monkey in the cage, that's all right with me. After all, I don't want him for his mind (even though breaking him mentally, showing him that he is mine and making him submit to me, will be enjoyable indeed). I want him because he is the brightest, highest-rising, most gorgeously perfect star in the whole Federation.
He'll fight me, like he did that night. My little peach dosen't know what's best for him- yet. Eventually, though, he will. He will. He'll see that his destiny lies with me. And if I have to beat him into submission to prove this to him... well then, so be it.
Don't worry, Rob. Your destiny will be shown to you, and you will remember. You will remember the passion. You will remember the pleasure, and you will remember the pain.
And, most importaintly, you will remember the name.
By
Indigo X
(Author Notes. Yay. --- Heya. Boy, it's been a while since I wrote up a good ol' wrasslin' fic. This little beauty was inspired by sumpfink my and my amiga Amara Sidhe were playing out, and THAT was inspired by the 2/4 Raw. Prepare for sadism a go go.
Goldust and Rob Van Dam, along with any other WWF or NWO guys that may pop up in this story belong to Vinny McMahon, and I definetly don't want that guy suing me. Virginia 'SoCo' Calloway belongs to Amara Sidhe, and I don't want her beating me up. Kari Foley belongs to lil' old me.)
i.
desire.
(Goldust)
Perfection.
I have been watching him for a long, long time. I've come to identify every movement, every detail. His airbrushed singlets, adorned with dragons, yin-yangs, and the like. His beautiful sandy blonde hair, swept back in a tight ponytail as not to obscure his vision. The way he flies effortless through the air, to crash onto his prey like a gorgeous, muscular missile. Then, there's his face. The cheekbones, the white toothed, lopsided smile, the oh-so mischievous sparkle of his sapphire eyes.
He is perfection. He must be mine, and mine alone.
For all these months, I have solely focused on this star. I have hid, watching the television, watching the stock footage, seeing him in every feasible angle. I sometimes find myself dragging my fingertips against the screen, as if to trace the beads of sweat on his skin. I move my face close, and imagine his breath on my face.
My shining, perfect star.
I told him, I told him I was coming for him. I told him several times, but I only made it blunt on that night. He stood. He looked so surprised. So he's not the cleverest monkey in the cage, that's all right with me. After all, I don't want him for his mind (even though breaking him mentally, showing him that he is mine and making him submit to me, will be enjoyable indeed). I want him because he is the brightest, highest-rising, most gorgeously perfect star in the whole Federation.
He'll fight me, like he did that night. My little peach dosen't know what's best for him- yet. Eventually, though, he will. He will. He'll see that his destiny lies with me. And if I have to beat him into submission to prove this to him... well then, so be it.
Don't worry, Rob. Your destiny will be shown to you, and you will remember. You will remember the passion. You will remember the pleasure, and you will remember the pain.
And, most importaintly, you will remember the name.