The Lonely Path Home

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The Lonely Path Home
August 6th 2011
Singing a Solo
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[His head was hanging...]

- Carmine Vestieri -
"One ... two ... three ... four ..."

[He counted his steps aloud. For miles, he had stumbled the lonely path. Day 'til night ... night 'til day.]

[Forward without hesitation.]

[The twigs cracked and crumbled beneath his heavy feet, each step with an aggravated purpose.]

[Mumbling to himself, he told stories of his greatness. Acting as his own skeptic, he also questioned the validity.]

- Carmine Vestieri -
"Who's side are you on, anyway?"

[A grand tale, yes. A tale of a man destined for glory. A tale ... that would almost go fatally wrong. He made mentions of his feats. His battles ... both won and lost. He talked of his child ... how he died in his arms. He always went back to that one.]

[He walked alone ... picturing himself a child. A young Carmine, without a care. He playfully skipped, tossing rocks along the way. He called for his mother as he gathered insects. A pocket full of frogs. A jar full of lighting bugs.]

[He recalled how he used to splash in the creek with his friends. Hunting down the "bad guys" as he played the "Texas Ranger."]

[His pistol firing into the wind with thunderous "pops" and "pows" ringing from his mouth in a sad attempt at recreating the magic he had seen on television.]

[His feet exploded from his shoes, his toes now peeking through the tips of his worn boots. His daydream was fading. Finding himself lost within his own mind, he played out the scenes of his life. The times that pivotal moments came and the choices in which he made that would shape his future. Even in his daydreams he cannot escape the man in which he has become.]

[He placed a single bullet in the revolver ... spun the chamber ... and slammed it into place. Without hesitation, he put the barrel to his temple.]

Click…

[The whiskey and coke had taken over then ... yet the memory still makes him chuckle.]

- Carmine Vestieri -
"Remember the time, Silva?"

[He said aloud, glancing to his side. But there was only his shadow there to listen.]

[He was alone.]

[And this lonely path home was all that he had to share his time with.]

[He lifted his heavy head, glancing upward as he did so. The path slowly trickled over the dimly lit horizon… and with a deep sigh, he would carry on.]

[Though he knew what awaited him at the end of his journey, he knew there would be hard choices ahead. Twists ... turns ... the ups and downs. He would share his stories ... his memories ... and he would relive the moments that he had held near to his heart.]

[Awaiting the time to come in which he would reach his destiny ... one thing was certain.]

[He would fight for the remainder of his life ... and in doing so ... be willing to die in the center of the ring.]

[For only one thing brings more sorrow then a man that had reached the end of his path.]

And that is the death of a King.

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I'm not one to underestimate anyone I've ever stepped into the ring with, and I'm not going to start this week. But I can promise you, after the beating I hand Tim Patrick it'll be the last time you see Timmy in the IWF. I can promise you that after I'm done shoving Philly cheese steaks up his ass on Sunday the little bitch that is Timmy well run off into the sunset with his tail stuck between his legs ...

Like the faggot that he is

Look, Timmy, I know you were trying over the weeks to get the upper hand on me but you did a really lack luster job of it. What was the only thing you did to me? Oh, you hit me in the head with a chair when I wasn't even looking. That was simply your only retort against me. Myself, on the other hand, retaliated and hit you with the same thing not out of unoriginality but to prove a point that whatever you do, I can do it better.

You didn't even impress me with that rafter bullshit last month, all it showed was your just as unoriginal as the company that came out of South Philly

Let’s face it Tim, you can try and be the face of IWF but when it comes to facts you’re just not IWF. Why else would Corey pay you no attention? Because he's chasing the world championship and not looking to lower his stock by facing you. When are you gonna realize, when someone tunes into IWF they don’t see someone trying to be The Standard. They want someone who goes above and beyond the standard. They want someone who takes action against pissants trying to run amuck on his turf. You, sir, are not that kind of person.

You’re just in the middle, looking for some acceptance.

In reality, Patrick, you don’t have a place here. You’re just ... here. People don’t go crazy when you come out. People don’t go ‘Holy SHIT, there he is!’ or anything like that. You’re just stuck in mediocrity. On the other hand, I’m the most hated man in wrestling. People don’t appreciate what I do and I really don’t care. Fans want to kill me yet they always go crazy for me. It’s like they’re happy to see a fresh breath of air in wrestling. It’s like I’m the savior of wrestling from people like you.

Get used to it.

This is wrestling and we don’t care about what goes on behind your doors. You were already beat before I even new who you were. I don’t give a rat’s ass if you think I’m a joke or not because when you don’t beat me at From The Ashes, In your own match, you’re going to look fucking retarded.

In the end, it’s how you’ve always looked. Right?

You know nothing about me besides what I did in NLWF. You know nothing about what I’ve done in my career. You don’t know the battles I’ve won to get where I am at. You know what you want to know about me. You're the type of faggot that picks at the down points of my career.

* Cough * Dan Alexander * Cough *

Why? It’s simply because you don’t want to make yourself jealous of what I can do and what you can never do. It’s a circle that I’m tired of Timmy. A ridged, unkempt circle that everyone here tries to follow.

Not this time.

What makes you think that you can beat me Tim? What, deep down in that chest of yours, believes that you can beat me? What forces you to get the extreme honor of facing me in the ring? The fact that this is a south Philly street match? It’s like I said to you before, kid. Just because were taking this to the streets doesn't mean your gonna win, if anything Its gonna kill whatever street cred you have in the city of brotherly love.

Evaluate all the steps necessary to beat me. Talk about how I lost to Dan Alexander because, ya know, it’s never been said before. Talk about how since you beat so and so, you’re going to beat me. Do you really want that fate? If so, then go ahead and bring all the shit from the past up. Keep thinking you have me beat, Tim. Keep thinking my mind games haven’t worked and while you say that the mind games seep into your brain. When you look at me in the ring, the mind games will have done their job. All your beliefs of wrestling better than me can go out the window when your head explodes like a bad hit from a crack pipe

Fucking crack head

You’ll finally understand why you want what I have and I don’t want anything you have. You have nothing. I have everything. After From The Ashes, I guarantee it will stay that way. I will remain The mighty hungry lion and you can go back to being what you always have been.

A fucking pansy trying to fit in among men

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Becoming Acquainted 2
April 17th 2011
History between the two
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I couldn't believe it, I simply couldn't believe that so much had changed in the past few days. I was actually living with a man that I wasn't married to, though to give credit where credit was due he was incredibly gorgeous. It took everything that I had not to jump his bones every time we were in the same room together. This evening though he wasn't home and I was left to roam the house as I pleased. Carmine had gone out to a club with some friends while I spent the evening doing laundry, fixing myself a small but delicious dinner, and then took a nice hot bath in the whirlpool tub. By the time I hit the sack it was close to midnight.

However around Three AM I awakened and couldn't get back to sleep.. I got out of bed wearing one of Carmine's dress shirts, a pair of extremely short boxer shorts from Victoria's Secret and slipped on a pair of fuzzy slippers. I grabbed a hair tie and pulled my hair back into a messy ponytail. I left my bedroom in order to make a cup of coffee and sit out on the deck. The weather was nice this evening and I was going to enjoy it. I got to the kitchen and began to make the coffee, however I had a strange feeling I wasn't alone in the house. I turned just in time to see that Carmine was home. I offered him a smile and leaned back against the kitchen counter.

- Hannah -
"Hey I could make you some coffee if you want, you look like you need it."

[I was piss drunk. It had been a wild night out with a few old friends. I had come home to Hannah wearing one of my dress shirts, and an extremely short pair of womens boxers. With the liquor, and my burning desire for her, I instantly was aroused by her. She had offered to make me coffee after seeing the condition I was in. How could I decline?]

- Carmine Vestieri -
"Sure, I would really love some."

[She turned her back to me and walked to the cabinet, pulling out the coffeemaker. I stared at her ass, sitting perfectly in her tight shorts.]

I kept my back turned to him as I began to get the water ready for the coffee. He seemed not quite himself which I figured was due to consumption of alcohol. Come on I did work in a bar for a year so I was able to distinguish when someone had been drinking. I could feel him staring at me more intently then ever. I should of felt uneasy about it but I didn't. Without turning to face him, i began striking a conversation, still making the coffee.

- Hannah -
"Did you have fun with the guys tonight?"

- Carmine Vestieri -
"Heh, it was very good if you couldn't tell. You should come out with us next time. You gotta meet the boys, they're real good guys, I think you'd like them."

[I continued to stare at her and got up from the LazyBoy I was sitting in, and grabbed the remote from atop the t.v. Nothign was on though so I begin to make my way in to the kitchen.]

- Carmine Vestieri -
"How about you? Did you have fun here all alone?"

- Hannah -
"Oh yeah totally. I spent the evening doing laundry, then I made a nice little dinner, took a long and luxurious bath in your tub. I hope you don't mind...it was just so enticing."

I turned just in time to see him coming toward the kitchen and me. I quickly turned and poured two cups of coffee, holding one out for him. I then grabbed my own and put in cream and sugar. I took a sip of my own and sighed.

- Hannah -
"But after the bath I kinda saw one of your shirts in the closet and I hate to admit it but I kind of missed you so I decided to wear it to bed. After that I went to bed and watched a little television before turning in. But I couldn't sleep so I came down here."

- Carmine Vestieri -
"Sounds like an exciting evening."

[I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. I was on a mission since I stood up from the couch. I begin to kiss her neck while holding her tightly around the waist. I could feel both of our bodies shivering with anticipation. I could hear her soft monas as I continued to kiss her neck; and flick my tongue along it.I think we both had been anticipating this since that first night in New Orleans. I could tell she was timid, and I was a sex fiend. I figured I'd have to make the first move and I did.]

I couldn't believe what he was doing, he had made the first move. I dropped the cup of coffee I had held in my hand and brought my hand to the side of his head, massaging his scalp. My breaths were becoming short and fast. I leaned back against him tightly and began to run my other hand up the side of his body. I couldn't speak the only things coming from my mouth were little soft moans. I wanted him so badly but I was also scared, it was going to be the first time I would give myself willingly to any man and I knew it was going to hurt. Part of me wanted him to take me very gently, but a larger part wanted him to just rip my clothes off and fuck my brains out.

[I figured I'd take it slowly until she asked me to be rough. It wasn't about me all the time, and this was one of those times. I rubbed my hands across her stomach, it was tight, and her skin was smooth. I slowly ran my hands down her stomach and to her crotch. She began to moan louder as I continued to rub. I turned her around and picked her up, placing her on the counter. I slid in between her legs and continued to kiss her. Hannah was amazing, but I didn't want to frighten her. She didn't seem like she had had too much experience in this field. I rubbed my hands along her thighs, as I pulled away from kissing her.]

- Hannah -
"Are you sure you wanna do this? We can wait if you need the time."

I asked, with care. An emotion I hardly knew.

[I stared in to her eyes as I stopped moving my hands along her thighs. I was willing to take it slow and allow every feeling to take us over.]

I looked at him very touched by his concern for me. Tears almost came to my eyes but I managed a smile. I brought my hands to his face and cupped it.

- Hannah -
"I'm sure...I've never felt this way about any guy before and I know that I want you to be the first. I want you to take me Carmine in any way that you want to. Tonight you have me in any way you desire."

I leaned in and kissed his forehead and then backed up, I removed one hand from his face but kept the other on gently caressing it.

- Carmine Vestieri -
"Alrite..."

[I went back to kissing her neck, and lifted her in my arms. I slowly walked to the living room, and gently put her down on the leather couch. I didn't plan on having sex there, I'd rather go to my room for that. We'd finish our foreplay there, and I'd bring her to my room, where we could fall asleep after the act. It had been a while since I actually feel asleep with a women. I had mostly been stuck in one night stands.]

I looked up at him with a smile playing across my lips as I sat up on my elbows. I began to unbutton the dress shirt until no buttons were left to undo. All that was left was for me to take off the shirt completely so that he could see my breasts for the first time. Nervously I slid it off and down my shoulders. I looked at him unsure of what to do next, after all I had never done anything like this before and I had a strong feeling that Carmine was an amazing expert.

[Hannah began to unbutton her shirt as I stared in to her eyes before kissing her again. After she had undone every button, I helped her remove the shirt and began to slowly, and passionately kiss her breasts. I then leaned back and pulled of my own shirt, exposing my chiseling physique. I had worked hard for this body, why not show it off. I pressed my body to hers, as I continued to rub her breasts. I then worked my way down, kissing her neck, the her breasts; slowly working my way down her flat stomach.]

I kept my hands on his head as he was making his way down to my stomach. My fingers went to work massaging his scalp. So far everything was better then I could of dreamed. However plaguing thoughts of that night a year before began to come into play. I tried to shake them off and hide them because Carmine still had no idea that I had been raped. I shook my head and kept a smile on my face so that I could enjoy what was going on between the two of us completely. Part of me was a little scared though that after he was done he would toss me aside. If that happened then so be it, I still wouldn't regret what was going on.

[Hannah was loving every minute of this. As was I. I prided myself in being so good. But then again I was arrogant in everything. As I worked my way down to her crouch, I looked up at her, allowing her to look in to my eyes as I went down on her. I removed her panties, and began to pleasure her. I could feel her body convulse with pleasure as her nails dug in to my scalp. It turned me on even more as I continued to flick my tongue faster and faster.]

I threw my head back unable to believe the pleasure I was getting from this. Never in my life had I felt so good and never did I think that after the rape I would get such pleasure from something like this, but it had happened. My nails dug into Carmine's scalp, it was the only thing I could do along with moaning softly and quickly. In the back of my mind though I wondered just how many women had been in this exact same spot I was in and just how many women he had taken back to his bedroom. The thought made me a bit uncomfortible as I brought my head back and removed my hands from his scalp. I folded my arms against my chest trying to think things through.

[Suddenly Hannah stopped, and I could see her midn was elsewhere. I stopped along with her, puzzled, and my ego a bit bruised. Was she not enjoying it? It couldn't be that, I was far TOO GOOD for that.]

- Carmine Vestieri -
"I'm getting the vibe that something else is on your mind. What is it?"

[I asked, puzzled by her stopping so suddenly.]

- Hannah -
"I just wonder how many women have been exactly where I am right now. I also wonder if after this is over and we've had sex that you're gonna be done with me."

I said this to him hardly meeting his eyes. I knew I had probably sent a blow to his ego and that was the last thing I wanted to do but I just couldn't help with how I was feeling. I wanted it so bad but yet I was scared to death of becoming trash tossed out for garbage pick-up. He was Carmine Vestieri he could have any woman he wanted, ones that were so much more beautiful then me. Why would he want me to stay with him for good? I teared up a bit as I sat up and grabbed the dress shirt, holding it up against my torso, hiding my most private places.

[I wasn't going to lie to her, that would only make things worse. She had reason to be worried though. I had been with many women, in this exact same situation. But I could tell this time was different. I could tell there was more there than just getting my dick wet. Hannah intrigued me, and kept me guessing. There was somethign about her that made me come back for more. Not to mention she'd be staying in my house for a long time. Maybe I was ready to settle down, maybe I wasn't. We'd have to see where things lead.]

- Carmine Vestieri -
"I won't lie to you Hannah, I've been with many women. But there is something between us. I can feel it in my stomach when I see you. I mean you keep me intrigued. Don't worry, you're gonna be living here for a while. If i get tired of you, I'll just kick you out. Heh, it was a joke. I don't see that happening for a long time."

[I said as I flashed her a smile.]

Tears still were apparent in my eyes and took my arm and wiped them away. I trusted him, maybe I shouldn't have but he was so sincere and I knew I was falling for him. I don't want to say it was love but it might as well of been. I looked at Carmine and knew that if there was to be something between us I probably should tell him about what happened a year ago. If I was going to freeze up during sex he had to know the reason. I cleared my throat as tears began to stream down my cheeks.

- Hannah -
"There's something I have to tell you Carmine...It's not something I've really never told to anyone."

He looked at me intently as I began to tell him.

- Hannah -
"A year ago I was working late at the bar and there was this customer who wouldn't leave me alone. He was escorted out but was waiting for me when I got done. To make a long story short he dragged me into an alley and raped me. Nobody came to help me..."

I looked down ashamed and wiped my eyes. I didn't want to cry anymore in front of him but I couldn't help it. I began to shiver violently and wrapped my arms tighter around myself. I didn't know how he was going to react to this new information.

[I looked at Hannah shocked. Before saying anything, I grabbed a blanket from off the couch and wrapped it around her, holding her tight as she continued to shiver and cry in my arms. It was a feeling I had never experienced. The pain I saw in here, cut me deep. I could hardly feel the emotional pain she had, but my stomach was in knots. A innocent, and sweet girl like this never deserved that bullshit. I never had respect for rapists. I had seen it once in an alley, and had beat the man to near death. There was no excuses for it. I was touched by Hannah's strength.]

- Carmine Vestieri -
"I don't know what to say Hannah. What I can do though is be here for you. I don't need to have sex with you. If you feel you want to, then fine, but I won't push you. You are a member of this house now, and I won't let anything or anyone harm you. NO ONE. I swear to you on this."

[I had felt anger towards my opponents, but this time, i didn't have a face to associate with the anger and hatred I was feeling. I could feel it burning inside of me. The back of my neck felt like it was on fire.]

- Carmine Vestieri -
"Here, it's been a long night. Lets head up to bed and get a good night of sleep. How does that sound hun?"

[I asked, still holding Hannah tightly in my arms]