Week 2: Mike Wrecka (1-0) vs. Vividlyvague (1-0) \\ Vividlyvague wins 6-5

e11even · 03-08-2014, 02:05 AM

There was an ominous tension here.
Pacing, his expressions were pensive,
The suspense tipping the tension's gears.
"I just found out, papi." Not a mention.
Not even an extended ear;
His mood a loose screw when the workbench is clear.
Nothing to do... so he stewed,
Just then, resentment reared.
"You hateful bitch!" He roared with intense grit,
Lips pinched in a vengeful sneer.
"Read it." I slid him the review.
He was pissed, "I'm gonna rip this shit!" He spews
With clenched fists and tears.
We wanted this since... shit...since!
THIS was our year.

"Who's is it, Angie?" His emotional threshold was exposed,
Breaking... shedding his composure's hold.
His emotes then molted to a molten moat surrounding his unfolding mold.
"It's ours, Baby!" He was getting to me, or thats what I hoped had shown.
Moping, he grabbed the results notice, with a gulping throat.

"Miguel Gomez...99.9... results positive. Results positive? So!"
"Baby... read the heading..." I motioned at the hospital's note.

"Ay Dios Mio..." The pregnancy fostered all of his hopes...
Ones of a daughter and son of prosperous growth.
Now, with his daughter lost, his job on the ropes,
The resentful ex-con was at a loss. "I need a bottle..."

"To cope?! You take one swallow and I'll go!!
Let's deal with our problems..."

"No. I'm hitting the bar."

"Carajo!!! Our lives are a joke!"
He struck me with one fist, readying the second to throw.
"I love you, Miguel! But you know full well we're barely afloat!!"

Relaxing his fingers, "She left me for Joe.
That puta with the Lexus, Rolexes and gold.
You are all I have Anjela... without you I'm alone."

"She was a bitch, papi." And just as I massaged him into a bone,
He erupted.

"I want my wife back!! My life's sapped! Our house isn't a home!
And that thing in you isn't mine!
It has Down's Syndrome in its bones!"

"Please stop, Miguel! This hurts!" My heart in knots and tangles,
He tried making my stomach take the brunt of his blows.
I tried to rock off his lobbing angles while blocking. He slows...

"Tell me why you stay. Tell me why you give me all that you have..."

My face swollen, stomach aching... "It's because no matter what...

You are forever my dad."

03-08-2014, 02:05 AM	#2
e11even V.V Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: . Posts: 2,076 Battle Record: 31-20 Rep Power: 6247259	Eve and the Falling Apples. There was an ominous tension here. Pacing, his expressions were pensive, The suspense tipping the tension's gears. "I just found out, papi." Not a mention. Not even an extended ear; His mood a loose screw when the workbench is clear. Nothing to do... so he stewed, Just then, resentment reared. "You hateful bitch!" He roared with intense grit, Lips pinched in a vengeful sneer. "Read it." I slid him the review. He was pissed, "I'm gonna rip this shit!" He spews With clenched fists and tears. We wanted this since... shit...since! THIS was our year. "Who's is it, Angie?" His emotional threshold was exposed, Breaking... shedding his composure's hold. His emotes then molted to a molten moat surrounding his unfolding mold. "It's ours, Baby!" He was getting to me, or thats what I hoped had shown. Moping, he grabbed the results notice, with a gulping throat. "Miguel Gomez...99.9... results positive. Results positive? So!" "Baby... read the heading..." I motioned at the hospital's note. "Ay Dios Mio..." The pregnancy fostered all of his hopes... Ones of a daughter and son of prosperous growth. Now, with his daughter lost, his job on the ropes, The resentful ex-con was at a loss. "I need a bottle..." "To cope?! You take one swallow and I'll go!! Let's deal with our problems..." "No. I'm hitting the bar." "Carajo!!! Our lives are a joke!" He struck me with one fist, readying the second to throw. "I love you, Miguel! But you know full well we're barely afloat!!" Relaxing his fingers, "She left me for Joe. That puta with the Lexus, Rolexes and gold. You are all I have Anjela... without you I'm alone." "She was a bitch, papi." And just as I massaged him into a bone, He erupted. "I want my wife back!! My life's sapped! Our house isn't a home! And that thing in you isn't mine! It has Down's Syndrome in its bones!" "Please stop, Miguel! This hurts!" My heart in knots and tangles, He tried making my stomach take the brunt of his blows. I tried to rock off his lobbing angles while blocking. He slows... "Tell me why you stay. Tell me why you give me all that you have..." My face swollen, stomach aching... "It's because no matter what... You are forever my dad." __________________ Ahem.