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redfiona99I've got the first of the Master and Commander books, which I think is actually called that, but you know me and names. And I love them, insane amounts of naval detail and everything. And from people's descriptions I knew I'd love Jack Aubrey, and understand if not like Stephen Maturin but I really, really wasn't expecting to love both of them quite so much. Because Jack really doesn't have a malicious bone in his body (nor, it must be said much of brain in his head) and Maturin is such the odd man out on the boat (sorry, ship, also not nautical). There's a scene where he almost has to drag Aubrey from a party by the scruff of his coat and it's so well written because we've all been there and he just got the mix of love and exasperation right.
Of course
I've fallen for one of the secondary characters, Lt. Dillon, who I know in my bones is doomed, on account of being Irish and sympathetic to me. And Maturin loves him so much so it'll hurt him as much as me. After reading some of the Sharpes I know not to become attached to secondary characters in military things.
Rugby - Dear Jeremy Guscott, shut the hell up about Andy Farrell. Goodness knows I dislike him professionally, but you've no right to say he doesn't deserve his England place.
Football - I <3 Raymond Dommenech for sticking up for Materazzi. There's something fantastic about the French coach saying that Materazzi should have been man of the match in the world cup final that I can't put into words.
Fic:
Author: Red Fiona
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they or TNA do (I think in both cases it's they themselves). No money being made. This is not real. This is fiction and bares no resemblance to real life. Also, any summaries ripped off from Stooges songs are apologised for.
Characters: Alex Shelley, Kevin Nash
Genre: Slash, of the unrequited variety
Rating: 15 for language.
Spoilers/Timeline: TNA, about a month after Nash joins Paparazzi Productions
Summary: I shouldn't want to be your dog.
He could not believe the situation he'd got himself into.
He was Alex Shelley, damn it, and back in ROH, Kevin Nash and all he stood for were what he, and the rest of the guys, hated most about the whole stupid 'sports entertainment' thing. And now he wanted to get on his knees and suck his cock.
It wasn't even that Nash was a man, and that wanting him to fuck him made Alex a fag; he wrestled for a living, and if you didn't think spending half your time rolling around half naked with other men wasn't more than slightly gay, you were in serious denial. It was that it was Nash at all that caused the problem.
He'd been doing okay as the head honcho of Paparazzi Productions, he didn't need the extra help. He'd found a little niche to exploit and was happy. Then they told him they were going to bring in a consultant for PP. He'd tried to object, but got over-ruled, and he'd been so angry when he found out who the consultant was. He would have been angry no matter who it was but Kevin Nash of all people! Because Nash was one of the anti-Christs, with Hall and Hogan, and he'd have to fucking well work with him. It was just wrong.
So Nash turned up and was, well, amazingly cool. If there was a way to convey that in a manner that doesn't make the person saying it sound like a fourteen year old girl. He wasn't the big I am, which was cool, and he was funny and generally huge. That was the other reason Shelley was considering never ever showing his face on Earth again and generally wanting the Earth to swallow him up - little old him, five foot ten, trying to make it in a big man's game, and suddenly he's getting tight fluttering in his stomach and an urge to jerk off at the thought that, if there was any justice in the world, Nash would be that big all over, and generally Alex was a size queen and how hadn't he noticed that flaw before.
Maybe because sure, he'd wrestled big guys before, but there was a gravity to Nash, probably his age, and, oh God, this dry mouthed cock-sucking urge just had to go.
Other things that had to be gone, yesterday, was the grovelling that he did round Nash, like nothing was too good for him, because it was pathetic. Alex was aware of that even while he was doing it, but he couldn't stop himself.
"Hey, Alex, you coming along."
"Yes, sure Kevin, I'll be straight along." But he was going to have to learn to stop it, if there was anyone he couldn't stand, it was a suck up and that's what he was being, doing to himself. He was going to end it though, tonight ... after whatever it was that he and Kevin were doing tonight.
Of course
I've fallen for one of the secondary characters, Lt. Dillon, who I know in my bones is doomed, on account of being Irish and sympathetic to me. And Maturin loves him so much so it'll hurt him as much as me. After reading some of the Sharpes I know not to become attached to secondary characters in military things.
Rugby - Dear Jeremy Guscott, shut the hell up about Andy Farrell. Goodness knows I dislike him professionally, but you've no right to say he doesn't deserve his England place.
Football - I <3 Raymond Dommenech for sticking up for Materazzi. There's something fantastic about the French coach saying that Materazzi should have been man of the match in the world cup final that I can't put into words.
Fic:
Author: Red Fiona
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they or TNA do (I think in both cases it's they themselves). No money being made. This is not real. This is fiction and bares no resemblance to real life. Also, any summaries ripped off from Stooges songs are apologised for.
Characters: Alex Shelley, Kevin Nash
Genre: Slash, of the unrequited variety
Rating: 15 for language.
Spoilers/Timeline: TNA, about a month after Nash joins Paparazzi Productions
Summary: I shouldn't want to be your dog.
He could not believe the situation he'd got himself into.
He was Alex Shelley, damn it, and back in ROH, Kevin Nash and all he stood for were what he, and the rest of the guys, hated most about the whole stupid 'sports entertainment' thing. And now he wanted to get on his knees and suck his cock.
It wasn't even that Nash was a man, and that wanting him to fuck him made Alex a fag; he wrestled for a living, and if you didn't think spending half your time rolling around half naked with other men wasn't more than slightly gay, you were in serious denial. It was that it was Nash at all that caused the problem.
He'd been doing okay as the head honcho of Paparazzi Productions, he didn't need the extra help. He'd found a little niche to exploit and was happy. Then they told him they were going to bring in a consultant for PP. He'd tried to object, but got over-ruled, and he'd been so angry when he found out who the consultant was. He would have been angry no matter who it was but Kevin Nash of all people! Because Nash was one of the anti-Christs, with Hall and Hogan, and he'd have to fucking well work with him. It was just wrong.
So Nash turned up and was, well, amazingly cool. If there was a way to convey that in a manner that doesn't make the person saying it sound like a fourteen year old girl. He wasn't the big I am, which was cool, and he was funny and generally huge. That was the other reason Shelley was considering never ever showing his face on Earth again and generally wanting the Earth to swallow him up - little old him, five foot ten, trying to make it in a big man's game, and suddenly he's getting tight fluttering in his stomach and an urge to jerk off at the thought that, if there was any justice in the world, Nash would be that big all over, and generally Alex was a size queen and how hadn't he noticed that flaw before.
Maybe because sure, he'd wrestled big guys before, but there was a gravity to Nash, probably his age, and, oh God, this dry mouthed cock-sucking urge just had to go.
Other things that had to be gone, yesterday, was the grovelling that he did round Nash, like nothing was too good for him, because it was pathetic. Alex was aware of that even while he was doing it, but he couldn't stop himself.
"Hey, Alex, you coming along."
"Yes, sure Kevin, I'll be straight along." But he was going to have to learn to stop it, if there was anyone he couldn't stand, it was a suck up and that's what he was being, doing to himself. He was going to end it though, tonight ... after whatever it was that he and Kevin were doing tonight.
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Date: 2007-08-14 11:19 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-08-15 02:11 am (UTC)And god, so very very very Shelley, too. Gay Shelley.
It wasn't even that Nash was a man, and that wanting him to fuck him made Alex a fag; he wrestled for a living, and if you didn't think spending half your time rolling around half naked with other men wasn't more than slightly gay, you were in serious denial
This? SO TRUE. And also: AWESOME.
Generally huge is a good way to describe Nash.
And you know, I am almost sympathize. Not in a gay way, haha, but how unfairly amusing and entertaining Nash is even though he stands for all that's wrong in wrestling. So yeah, that's a different way of approaching this "pairing". I like that very much.
The summary is fucking awesome, too.
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Date: 2007-08-21 08:41 pm (UTC)I am evil, hear me giggle.
>>And god, so very very very Shelley, too. Gay Shelley.<< Thank you! That was what I was so worried about, whether or not I could get Shelley, because he's so very himself.
>>>It wasn't even that Nash was a man, and that wanting him to fuck him made Alex a fag; he wrestled for a living, and if you didn't think spending half your time rolling around half naked with other men wasn't more than slightly gay, you were in serious denial
This? SO TRUE. And also: AWESOME.
Generally huge is a good way to describe Nash.
And you know, I am almost sympathize. Not in a gay way, haha, but how unfairly amusing and entertaining Nash is even though he stands for all that's wrong in wrestling. So yeah, that's a different way of approaching this "pairing". I like that very much.<<
A lot of what Shelley is saying is how I feel about wrestling, I know I should, and do, love people like Shelley, Sabin, Noble et al, but I've got this soft spot for people like Abyss, Kane and Nash, and the one for Nash is the worst because the other two do their best, whereas Nash is all 'work smarter, not harder'. And I can imagine someone from an ROH background looking at it like that, but Shelley on-screen has this mad crush on him, and its such a fantastic combination of things to write about.
I'm glad you liked the approach I took to them because at base its such a messed-up pairing if you just look at what's on-screen. Because either Nash is so bad with people, that he doesn't notice (and we know he's not because his whole character is about being good with people) or he noticed, and is using it.
>>The summary is fucking awesome, too.<< Thanks, I was stuck and that was the one song that kept reverberating round. I did think it might be a bit much, so I'm happy you think it suited.
Thanks again for you feedback.
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Date: 2007-08-21 09:14 pm (UTC)I love wrestling fics that have a wrestling basis for things. That's why I really liked your approach. I love that Shelley is all FEH more because Nash is the antithesis what he believes wrestling should be. It's so much more FUN. I mean, not that you can't write a good fic out of Shelley angsting that Nash is a man, Nash is older, or whatever. But that's stuff you can do in ANY genre/fandom of fic. You made it *wrestling*.