"Winning Isn't Everything" - G
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The Cutting Edge
Kate/Doug - G - 356 words
“They look like umbrellas.” The words were said softly into her ear, but softly for Doug still meant that anyone standing near by could hear.
“Shut up.” she hissed.
“Or maybe bugs, get a look at those hats.”
She elbowed him as the audience in the rink applauded politely for the IOC official who would be presenting the medals.
Over the loudspeaker the gold medal winners were announced and she watched with a stab of longing as Smilkov and Brushkin skated their victory lap before stopping at the red carpet and ascending the podium.
“Here we go,” Doug step on to the ice behind her and placed his hand at her waist.
The lilting voice of the French announcer rang out again, followed quickly by the voice of the English announcer, “Médaille d'argent,” “Silver medal,”
They pushed off as the French announcer said, “Moseley et Dorsey”, but the rest of the introduction was drowned out as the crowd surged to its feet and roared.
Her head spun and Doug had to keep a firm grasp on her back as she stepped up onto the podium.
“I think they like you,” the IOC officer, an elderly Indian man, said with a twinkle in his eye, “But then, your performance was my favorite as well.”
Her hand went to the medal around her neck and she could see her reflection in the highly polished metal.
The third place pair was announced and then someone was giving her flowers, but the next think she really was aware of was Doug's voice, “Man, that must really suck.”
“What?”
“It's one thing to not hear your anthem because you came in second, but to win it and then...”
She glanced over at the Russians, who were staring ahead stoically while the Olympic hymn played.
“At least it is our flag up there,” she finished his thought.
“Yup, and we are the sweethearts of the games,” he continued, “Maybe we should kiss again. You know, give the people what they want.”
“You really are a Neanderthal.”
Notes: For the 1992 Summer and Winter Olympic games six of the former USSR republics competed as The Unified Team. Since the team had no flag or anthem the Olympic flag and hymn were used for any of their wins.
The Cutting Edge
Kate/Doug - G - 356 words
“They look like umbrellas.” The words were said softly into her ear, but softly for Doug still meant that anyone standing near by could hear.
“Shut up.” she hissed.
“Or maybe bugs, get a look at those hats.”
She elbowed him as the audience in the rink applauded politely for the IOC official who would be presenting the medals.
Over the loudspeaker the gold medal winners were announced and she watched with a stab of longing as Smilkov and Brushkin skated their victory lap before stopping at the red carpet and ascending the podium.
“Here we go,” Doug step on to the ice behind her and placed his hand at her waist.
The lilting voice of the French announcer rang out again, followed quickly by the voice of the English announcer, “Médaille d'argent,” “Silver medal,”
They pushed off as the French announcer said, “Moseley et Dorsey”, but the rest of the introduction was drowned out as the crowd surged to its feet and roared.
Her head spun and Doug had to keep a firm grasp on her back as she stepped up onto the podium.
“I think they like you,” the IOC officer, an elderly Indian man, said with a twinkle in his eye, “But then, your performance was my favorite as well.”
Her hand went to the medal around her neck and she could see her reflection in the highly polished metal.
The third place pair was announced and then someone was giving her flowers, but the next think she really was aware of was Doug's voice, “Man, that must really suck.”
“What?”
“It's one thing to not hear your anthem because you came in second, but to win it and then...”
She glanced over at the Russians, who were staring ahead stoically while the Olympic hymn played.
“At least it is our flag up there,” she finished his thought.
“Yup, and we are the sweethearts of the games,” he continued, “Maybe we should kiss again. You know, give the people what they want.”
“You really are a Neanderthal.”
Notes: For the 1992 Summer and Winter Olympic games six of the former USSR republics competed as The Unified Team. Since the team had no flag or anthem the Olympic flag and hymn were used for any of their wins.
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Date: 2011-10-15 12:56 am (UTC)See, the first time I saw this movie, it was already on HBO and I saw it with my buddy Scott, who has never been one to cling to traditional gender roles, despite being a good looking straight male. At the end of the movie, as Scott sniffed happily, I howled "NO!!!! WE DON'T FIND OUT IF THEY WIN THE GOLD?!?!?" And Scott replied "It doesn't matter, they have each other." To which I hissed and beat him about the head with a pillow.
I like to think they won the gold.
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Date: 2011-10-15 01:41 am (UTC)This actually came about because I stumbled on a link to one of the dabble I did forever ago - in which you told that story, then demanded that I write the metal ceremony.
Better late then never, right?
I like to think they won the gold.
With an illegal move like that? ;)
I ripped off two of the RL ceremonies for this. The mens, in which Paul Whylie came second but was the clear crowd favorite, and the pairs, in which the Russian's stood on the platform looking sad 'cus it was the Olympic hymn playing.
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Date: 2011-10-15 05:09 pm (UTC)