[Christian Underwood]

 First RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Saturday 07/12/2014
England: 04:59am Sunday 07/13/2014

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[Despayre]

 "Why me?"

Rage asked as he was escorted down the hallway of Synn's Las Vegas estate by the man himself, the mentor and adviser of the Seven Deadly Sins stable of grapplers, both active and retired. Both men were dressed appropriately for the summer heat that seemed to be the most stifling here in Vegas. While Synn wore his usual color of black in the form of a muscle short and shorts, Rage wore a skin-tight red tank top and matching shorts with black stripes down the side.

"Just tell me why I have to do it?"

"Why Rage," Synn mused as he placed a hand that was unyielding on Rage's equally wide back, giving him pause to turn aside and look Synn square in the eye. "If I did not know any better by your tone, I would think you didn't want to spend some time with Joshua."

Rage frowned and tilted his head forward, his own eyes burrowing into Synn's. "Guilt? Seriously?" He accused. "After all these years I can't believe you'd actually think guilt would work on me."

"Not guilt." Synn countered. "An accusation." He patted Rage on the shoulder and the duo moved past the hall now and set foot into the home's large foyer, just inside of the front door and between both the living room and the parlor. "Now come. Be honest. What is it about spending the day out with my son that sets you so ill at ease?"

"How the Hell can you look me in the face and ask me that question?" Rage growled. "Do I have to remind you of Sea World? Or maybe the little fight I had with that god damn gorilla at the zoo? Or how about...?"

"Alright. Alright." Synn waved a hand, stifling any further arguments on Rage's part. "I get the picture."

If truth be told, Synn knew all too well about these little... adventures that seemed to follow Despayre around wherever he tended to go. Rage had been witness to many, as have Gabriel and Odette, Kittie, Shane and Fantasia, even Theresa ... and yes, Synn himself. It seemed the only person thus far immune to Despayre's sense of adventure was his own mother. Quite a number of times, the gathering of men and women under this single roof would share in tales of (mis)adventure that they shared in common with his ever fun loving son and their special 'little guy'.

It didn't mean that they didn't care about him any less. Far from it. Despite any misgivings about the 'trouble' that tended to follow Despayre around, indeed did it keep the group on their toes and if you could get them to admit it, they quite honestly looked forward to seeing what sort of innocent mischief he might find himself into next.

"You know damn well I like hanging out with Despy." Rage muttered as they stopped in the foyer and Rage turned to lean back against the wall with his arms folded across his barrel like chest. He then reintegrated, "Here, or at my place. Kid is a total trip." If Synn didn't know any better, that 'twitch' at the far corner of Rage's lips might have indicated a subdued smirk.

"And the same reactions he gets in public by total strangers doesn't amuse you?" Synn challenged.

Rage answered with a non committal shrug, then exhaled in defeat. Why he even bothered arguing or flat out refusing escaped him. He always seemed to go along with the plan anyway.

"You still haven't answered me." He said instead. "Why isn't Gabriel taking him to Wal-Mart to get him that hair spray or gel or whatever hell it was that he wanted and... why is he even buying it anyway?"

"Apparently he's taken a shine to Amy Marshall's sense of style." Synn stated with wonder. "He's become fascinated with her mohawk and wants to try and do the same for himself."

"And you're actually going to let him?" Rage started to ask, then brought a hand up, silencing himself in a quiet reprimand. "Dumb ass question. Whatever Despy wants..."

"I prefer to think of it as it simply being easier to go with the flow." Synn smiled.

"Uh huh." Rage muttered, knowing full well that Synn was unable to deny his boy anything he set his heart on. He then cleared his throat and raised a brow to further inquire.

Synn sighed, "And as far as Gabriel goes, he and Odette are helping to get this special house warming prepared. Same for the others. The movers arrived yesterday and everyone else is helping to get things arranged so we can hold the house warming and surprise Joshua this evening."

"Who the Hell is this house warming for anyway?" Rage asked. "You never did tell me..." Rage narrowed his eyes at the smile growing on Synn's stoic demeanor and the 'Sin of Wrath' shook his head. "I'll be god damned. You did it. You actually talked her into it!"

"And you are the one who has the most luck keeping Joshua focused." Synn stated, clasping a firm hand on Rage's shoulder. Synn paused, then snorted back a laugh. "At least I]most[/I] of the time."

Rage said, "Hey I do all right! ... And I could have been more use helping move everything."

"The movers have taken care of all that." Synn stopped as he heard heavy and rapid footfalls on the second floor of the house and glanced upward. The tell-tale sign that Despayre was ready and hurrying to join them. Synn then looked back to Rage and continued, "Besides, that glare of yours is best used to avoid the average curious onlooker should Joshua have too much fun."

"You're not exactly filling me with confidence." Rage stated when a 'woop' of glee turned both their heads to look about into the far end of the house's main hall where the landing was of the staircase leading up to the second floor.

And right on schedule, the aforementioned Despayre rocketed down, but rather than the conventional method of using the stairs, 'Despy' instead chose to slide down the banister. Right up until he once again lost control of his own momentum and fell off, only preventing a nasty fall by holding on with his left hand and landing on the bottom step on his backside. He carefully had managed to use his free hand to clutch Angel safely to his chest, preventing his bestest buddy from suffering the same fall as he did himself.

That's what friends were for!

"Ow." Despayre mumbled, tenderly rubbing his butt as he walked over to join Rage and his dad. Despayre, too, was prepared for the summer heat in his Daddy Duck "Duck Dodgers" tshirt and multi-colored shorts. Angel appeared fully prepared as well, with a bite-sized baseball cap on, and a matching white baseball jersey and shorts outfit that Odette had picked up for him during her latest excursion to the mall.

"Joshua." Synn stepped up and set his hands on his hips, trying his best to administer a stance of reprimand when directed at his son. "What if Theresa had caught you sliding down the rail? What then?" He quirked a brow. "What would you have said?"

Despayre contemplated this question with brutal scrutiny, squinting his eyes and scratching the top of his scalp, until he finally yielding with a smile, "That I was helping her by polishing for dust?"

Synn stared at that bashful smile Despayre seemed to have perfected over the years since coming to know Gabriel and himself, then glanced up through his eyebrows toward Rage and sighed. "I suppose I can't argue with that logic."

"Sure you can 'daddy'." Rage scoffed. "You just decide not to!"

Synn chose too ignore this bit of snarky logic (accurate that it may be) and instead said, "Be comforted, Rage. At least this time you'll have company."

"Oh?"

"I'm ready!" Melody Grace came running from somewhere upstairs, clad in her pink and white Hello Kitty tshirt and shorts. Rage stared at the racing form of Despayre and Angel's most adamant fangirl, then looked to Synn who seemed to 'conveniently' avoid his hot glare.

"Am I too late?" Melody called breathlessly as she hurried over to the group of men.

"Yes." Rage could not help but hear himself say. "We've been to Wal-Mart and now we're back."

"Oh..." Melody looked crest fallen while Despayre blinked and shook his head.

"Where on earth was I?" The little guy asked and Rage groaned.

"I was just KIDDING!" The 'Sin of Wrath' growled in faux exasperation. This only caused Melody to turn her wide, bright eyes to Despayre.

"I thought you said he doesn't have a sense of humor."

Despayre looked down at the teddy bear in his arms and he frowned, "I thought you said Rage doesn't have a sense of humor. ... Ohhh!" Despayre nodded.

Melody asked, "What did he say?"

"Rage has a sense of humor." Despayre answered, and Rage nodded his head once, silently agreeing. Despayre then leaned in with a cupped hand and whispered to Miss Grace, "It's just not very funny."

Melody giggled behind her hand, and Rage growled. Synn himself stifled a growing urge to laugh and he instead turned to Despayre while he fished for his wallet from his side pocket.

"Okay, you know why you're going." Synn started to say as he pulled out his wallet and went through his cash within. "Get that hair gel or... whatever, you want but try to find something nice for the house warming this evening." Synn sighed. "Although I wish you'd deign to go somewhere else besides Wal-Mart."

Rage barked, "Hey! Don't encourage them!"

"Yeah!" Melody added. "And Wal-Mart has nice things!"

"Monster High dolls do not count." Synn answered back as he handed over some cash to Despayre's 'grabby hands'.

"Thanks!" Despayre said with obvious glee in his tone of voice.

"On second thought..." Synn said as he just as quickly plucked the cash from his son's hands, prompting a jetted out bottom lip from Despy and he instead offered the money to the hands of Melody.

"Thanks!" Melody squealed in delight. Synn sighed rather openly as he repeated the process, taking the money from her and passing it to Rage.

"At least I know you won't spend it on silly things."

Rage stuffed the cash in his pocket and with a silent wave, beckoned Despayre and Melody to hurry it up so they could leave -- and get back as soon as possible.

"Are you kidding?" Despayre piped up. "Rage is so thrifty he can squeeze a nickel `til the buffalo poops!"

Rage spun back around with a furrowed brow and Despayre hurriedly pointed a forefinger at Angel.</color>



"It seems almost a shame to have to take what one might consider a 'commercial break' from this thought provoking promo to numb the mind with words of what one already knows is to occur in the future that fast approaches."

"The simple fact is that what we have here is a repeat of an old lesson about history. You pay it little mind, so you will be condemned to repeat the folly of times past. In just a little over a week, here in Las Vegas itself, Despayre and his 'bosom buddy' Big B will make their first big championship defense since winning the titles, and it won't be against just anyone, but against the very same two men whom they upended for the gold in the first place: Lucian Frost and Joshua Acquin."

"I have to admit that I was very impressed all those months ago when Lucian pulled that little swerve against his partner at the time, Jon Dough, to align himself with Acquin who was no slouch himself when confronted inside of the squared circle. Jon is not someone to be concerned with at this point, as Gabriel himself will be taking care of him in due time, but Frost and Acquin? Oh they are something to be looked upon and be prepared for. And make no mistake about it gentlemen, the champions are prepared."

"You should know better than anybody just what Despayre and Big B are capable of accomplishing when they set their minds to it. Very few thought they would be able to accomplish their championship goals when they first faced you this past May. You two yourselves were perhaps the most vocal of what they would not be able to do, and yet they did it."

"You see, where Lucian and Acquin went wrong was when they compared themselves to the greatest championship combination Sin City Wrestling was ever graced with, that being Despayre, and his previous tag team partner in Gabriel. Frost and Acquin believed themselves superior to an unbeaten force. They believed that they could, and would, break the all-time record for longest SCW championship reign held by Sinful Obsession, but they neglected to look at what was before them at the time, and instead simply looked past."

"Despayre and Big B were something of an unproven commodity in the championship circle at the time, despite the fact that they had been unbeaten as a tag team against some stiff competition. Why, they even hold a victory over none other than Nick Jones himself and Tony Capicelli, but again, Frost and Acquin thought nothing of it. They saw who they considered a man of great strength but lesser intelligence, and a youth who saw the world through the eyes of innocence, and they believed they were witnessing a stepping stone to yet another victory."  Only it didn't quite turn out the way you had planned, did it?"

"Because that muscular man and that youth walked out of Cape Town, South Africa with the gold around their waists that you never believed you could possibly lose to any team, let alone such an unlikely pairing as the Bosom Buddies. But lose you did then, and so will you do again this time in Las Vegas. You should know well enough I leave nothing to chance gentlemen, and I will make certain Despayre is prepared, just as I am certain that Nick Jones will not even dignify the notion of defeat for his own cousin."

"You might even wonder what I have done personally to prepare Despayre for this encounter, but truth be told, I would have to admit not all that much. As Gabriel and I have both learned over the past few years, getting Despayre to focus on any given match is a folly unto itself. We can make certain he is prepared physically, but mentally? No. In that regard, we do not need to control him. All we have to do is unleash him and that boy will take care of the rest. Despayre fights purely on instinct. A mind set simply to survive, and to walk away as the winner."</color>



Have YOU ever been to a Wal-Mart Super Center on a weekend? Yeah! It's not a pretty sight! And that is painfully obvious from the moment Rage pulled into the parking lot and found himself owing Despayre a dollar for the swear jaw with an audible curse at the lack of parking spaces closer towards the store itself.

"Oo! There's a parking spot!"

"I see it too!"

"That's a handicapped space, Desp!"

"Your point being?"

"None of us are handicapped! That's my point!"

"Do you have a tire iron in the trunk?"

"Yeah, why... NEVER MIND! I'll find a spot!"

And true to his word, Rage did! After driving around for ten minutes trying to find a spot three inches closer than the spot he had found two minutes before.

Melody was the first to get to the corral of shopping carts, and she pulled one free with a hefty tug and the first thing she did was lower down the baby seat and pat it gently with open invitation. Despayre immediately set Angel down into it and Melody took it upon herself to fasten the seat belt around the teddy bear's plush waist.

Melody leaned over to Despayre and whispered, "It's a little snug. I think he's put on a few pounds."

Despayre blinked and leaned over to look at his buddy and sighed, "See? Didn't Melody warn you about those last fudgie bars?" And he steered the cart around to push into the store as Melody waved a finger in reprimand at the bear. Neither saw Rage glare openly at the curious onlookers who quickly averted their gaze to go about their business.

Of curse once they set foot inside of the store, all bets were off and Rage's concerns were only magnified with Melody present to play with Despayre!...

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Rage stood over the shopping cart, 'pretending' not to be looking at the Twinkies when Melody skipped up to him with a large pink negligee in her hands. She held it up against Rage, sizing it up. Rage casually turned his head from the Twinkies (not an easy task for any man!) and saw what she had up against him and heads turned at the bellowing burst of curses emanating from that direction.

***

Rage pushed the shopping cart up to four mannequins, two of which looked very familiar to his eyes. Melody was doing her best 'Valley Girl' pose while Despayre posed in an Olympic shot putter pose with Angel balanced in the palm of his hand. Both were perfectly still until an elderly couple approached, looking at the four 'mannequins' quizzically through their thick glasses. That was when Despayre and Melody broke their poses and hopped down from the stands, prompting a cry of surprise from the wife.

Despayre walked past Rage, saying, "Boy I'm glad my shift is over!" and Melody skipped after him. Rage glanced at the old couple who were examining the two remaining mannequins and the big man snorted back a laugh and turned the cart to try and find the fun loving pair.

***

"What're you doing?" Despayre asked as Melody was tying loose shoe laces to each other, end on end. He watched on with unbridled curiosity as she then tied the laces to a mound of stuffed animals at her feet, and the other end to the back of her high tops.

"Watch!"

Rage busied himself, looking over the New Releases of the Blu Rays, and glanced up from a copy of '300' when he realized he had again lost track of his charges and that Melody and Despayre had wandered off again. He tossed the movie into the cart and was about to turn around to go in search when Melody ran past him, her arms raised in the air and waving about, crying, "They're CHASING me!" 'They' being the number of plush stuffed animals attached to her shoes and rumbling after her!

Rage leaned over to watch in bewilderment as others did the same, none seeing Despayre almost falling over in laughter, between the clothing racks.

***

Despayre walked over to the waiting Rage, his arms completely filled with bottles of hair gel and spray. He was flanked by Melody who had an armload herself and they dumped all of the products into the cart with a loud clatter.

Rage looked up from the mountain of mousse, gel and spray and shook his head, "What the He-heck! Do you seriously think you're going to need all of that!?"

Despayre looked into the cart with an innocent expression, not understanding what the big deal was. He shrugged and asked, "I dunno. Amy didn't say how much it took for her hair. Just lots!"

Melody nodded in agreement and Rage growled.

***

Despayre approached the elderly couple from earlier, a towel draped over his bent arm and a toy monocle balanced over his eye.

"Pardon me." he said in his snootiest British impression. "Do you have any Grey Poupon?"

Rage stomped up from out of nowhere and snatched him away, leaving two very bewildered old people in his wake!

***

"Marco!"

"Polo!"

"COME ON!" Rage bellowed. "I WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE!"

A loud clatter in the nearby aisles followed the big man's outburst and a grumpy looking Melody and Despayre approached.

"You STARTLED us!"

"Tough!" Rage said. "We did enough goofing off! Let's just get the present for that house warming your dad wanted and get GOING!"

"But I don't know what to get!" Despayre flopped his hands against his legs. "I don't know who its for so how can I buy a nice prezzy for them?"

Rage turned to Melody and nodded, "Then you pick it out."

Melody looked like a deer caught in headlights and protested, "But I don't know who it's for either!"

Rage ran a palm down his face and shoved Synn's cash towards the pair and said, "Just buy something that you'd buy for yourself and let's GO!"

Melody nodded eagerly as the money was pressed into her hands and she and Despayre (and Angel!) took off to find the present! Rage inhaled deeply to steady his growing temper and exhaled.

"Ten more minutes." He tried to say calmlingly. "That's all it's going to be. Ten more minutes and then I'll be outta...."

The speakers crackled to life and an employee announced, Attention Wal-Mart shoppers, we would like to direct you to..."

Despayre's voice cried out in mock terror from somewhere in the shopping center, "NOOOO! The voices!"

"SONOFA...!!!" Rage snarled and stormed past several startled clerks and customers as he went off after the two!




Synn's red Corvette Z06 pulled up alongside of the curb to the two story house, flanked by Rage's own car, and Gabriel's as well. Two other cars were already parked in front of the garage, and Despayre stared at them intently, thinking he had seen them before but not able to quite place them from his memories.

"Who lives here?" He asked from the front passenger seat, staring at the home. It was indeed an impressive home, not what one would call as 'fancy' as Synn and his own humble abode, but it was very nice indeed, and in a very nice neighborhood as well. Clutching the small box on his lap that was wrapped in pink ribbon, Despayre looked to his dad for answers, "You never told me or Angel who this party was for."

"I didn't tell you because it's a surprise." Synn smiled as he put the car in park and turned off the engine. Removing the key from the ignition, he then casually motioned towards the teddy bear in the back seat between Melody and Theresa. "And I didn't tell your little friend because the secret would have ben blabbed to everyone."

"Hey!" Melody cried indignantly.

"I was speaking of Angel." Synn stated matter of factly.

"Hey!" Despayre started to protest his friend's innocence, then stopped and nodded, "Nope. You're right. C'mon!"

Despayre scrambled to release his seat belt and he shoved open the car door and almost fell in his haste, while Melody didn't wait for his usual aid and she shoved the front seat forward so she too could jump out, albeit with a touch more grace. (No surname jokes, please!) Despayre then quickly leaned into the back seat to help Angel from the child seat. Synn  on his own and pushed his own seat up so he could offer a helping hand to assist Theresa from the car and everyone else exited their vehicles, locking up behind them.

Despayre turned to Synn and was practically bouncing in his excitement (read: impatience) to find out what this was all about. One might interpret this stance as the 'pee pee' dance but he was just overly excited, as usual. Synn walked around the car, Theresa at his side, and he sighed as he looked down at the young man who seemed about to burst.

"Alright." He yielded. "Go ahead!"

Despayre immediately spun around and took off like a shot for the house's front door, the present tucked under one arm, and Angel cuddled in the other with Melody right behind him as usual. The rest of the gathered guests trailed up after them toward the front door where Despayre shifted the present and Angel carefully in his arms so he could have the honor of ringing the door bell to this mystery abode.

No sooner did he do so than they heard the foot steps approach the front door. Despayre and Melody exchanged eager glances with each other as the door opened. Despayre turned to see the home owner and almost dropped the present in his arms.

"MOM!"

TBC...</color>

[Joshua Acquin]

 Joshua is helping Frost to the back after his match with half of the SCW Tag Team Champions.  Joshua stares down the champs as he walks back never taking his eyes off them.
“You may have won tonight but come Into the Void you will lose to HSI. “

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There is a podium as Joshua walks in with his sister, brother, and a few people from MLS.  As everyone takes their seat Joshua steps up and adjusts the microphone.
“Good afternoon, my name is Joshua Acquin.  I am the owner of the newest MLS team and today we make it official.  So up here from MLS we have Commissioner Don Garber and Chief Marketing Officer Howard Handler.  At this time we are working on building a stadium for the Las Vegas franchise and in the case construction runs behind we will play our home games at Sam Boyd Stadium.  So with all that in mind I am happy to announce that the Las Vegas Mobsters will be playing next season in the Western Conference in the MLS.  Now we will have three kits one is being modeled by one great kid that was dealt a bad hand.  His name is Jon and he will be showing our home white kit. Next is our away kit that will have red and black horizontal stripes modeled by one of our first players that we have gotten permission from his club in Mexico, DaMarcus Beasley.  Our third kit is a black one and it is modeled by our head coach, Robert Bradley.”

As he announces each one each one comes out to show off and get media pictures.  Joshua grabs a jersey and a piece of paper.

“Now I would officially like to sign our first player, Jon Anderson.”

Joshua signs the contract and then has Jon do the same and  then he picks up the away jersey he had setting in front of him and holds the back up showing the number 8 and ANDERSON.

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Dear JOSHUA ACQUIN,
This letter is being sent to you hoping that you are doing well. Just wanted to give you an update on the latest going on here in GIW. Yes we are back and we are reaching out to see if we can get some of the stars to come back for what we hope will be a long run. All you have to do is show up and take a physical and see who you have a match with. We hope to hear back from you.

Sincerely,

GIW Management


GIW sure knows how to get people out to them; it may not be the best company to work for. But Joshua has had no big issues with GIW. Only a few times he could think of. Joshua looks around his office where he has his titles he has won the old. On the other wall he has the jerseys the teams have given him for being the owner, the new. Now he has a big thing to think of.

Next Day

Joshua is seen being picked up at the Houston airport and being taken down to GIW headquarters. Along the way Joshua is able to get a quick phone call into his brother to explain where he is, and when he may come back since he has been unable to get ahold of the condos he want to stay at. Once he gets to the headquarters he is bombarded by interviewers. He chooses one to interview him.

"Ladies and gentlemen I am here with Joshua Acquin. Joshua we just herd you are not one-hundred percent in your health. What do you have to say about that?"

Joshua looks at the interview in disgust.

"Wow not even here for five minutes and you are hitting me with questions not a hi or anything at all like that? You found out in my physical that I have a couple deep busies that I probably got in my time over in SCW and winning titles there to try to get a paycheck while my pay from GIW came in since they had to close. But now since I got a little hurt people will think that I will not be able to fight as hard and tough as I once did before. What else you got, what burning questions do the fans at GIW have."

"Joshua what do you think are your chances of being a triple crown champion after the reboot of GIW?"

"Another hard hitter, where do they get you? My chances of becoming a Triple Crown champion on the first Rebooted Revolt is no going to happen.   I am not willing to put my health here in GIW for a chance when I have a garenteed title in SCW.   I wouldn’t even do it for five-hundred-thousand dollars they still owe me. For most these people they have never seen that much money. When you are someone like me you find a way to pay for the finer things in life. I got to get ready for the Hall of Fame show so this little interview is over."

With that Joshua drops the mic and walks past everyone else there entering the building.

When Joshua enters the building he walks up to the receptionist and ask for the key to his locker room. After some fumbling around with paperwork she sets it up on the counter along with a pen.

"It looks like Alexis wanted to keep you in your old locker room here is your key please sign here and have a good day "

Joshua signs the paperwork without saying a word and walks down a hall that he knows very well. He walks past a door with lights off and opens the door to go into the history of a title he knows well. He is shocked when he sees that it isn’t about the title that he had held but a soon to be History of Alexis Terry museum. Joshua turns around and walks out of the room slamming the door. When he reaches his locker room door he turns the knob and sees a note in the locker area. He picks up the note and reads what it says.

Dear GIW wrestler,

Thank you for coming to Galveston Texas to become the very best in the Indies. Now this week we will have a special way of the matches. Whoever wins there match gets put into a match with all the winners from the night. Whoever is the last wrestler standing will become the new champion. Good luck to all.

Sincerely,

Alexis Terry
GIW Owner

Figures she would put another hurtle into me becoming the latest Triple Crown winner. Joshua sees something in handwriting and squints to see what it says.

Joshua I know we didn’t have the best times but welcome back. Yea right you know you will never hold another championship besides your Television Championship you pulled from the trash. You have always been a looser and second best to me.
Never been into you

Alexis

Great I thought I was rid of that cancer in GIW. But Alexis had to put her personal two cents into the mix. Joshua looks at the card and sees a few names he knows and also quite a few he doesn’t and it is the two he is fighting he has no clue who they are. Joshua turns around and throws the paper into the trash.

“It doesn’t matter since I am not going to wrestle for Alexis.”

Later that night

Over five hundred men and women have walked through the doors of GIW and performed in some capacity. Some thrived, some failed, and some couldn’t handle the extreme level of talent that GIW hires on a week to week basis. They say that iron sharpens iron and when you enter a GIW ring, you are stepping in with the very best this world has to offer. With so many different faces, so many different names, having walked through from the back only to watch their dreams crumble, to realize they weren’t good enough, or to realize in this town they’ll never be more then a bottom…There are a select few that rise above all of that. There are few that have risen above being just another superstar in the back, just another name and face. Those few we consider GIW legends. Their moments stand out…Not only on the big show but also, every single Revolt. They are the ones that no matter what show, what match, you know they’ll bring it and they’ll tear the house down. Maybe they aren’t the most technical, maybe they aren’t the strongest, but when it comes down to it they have gotten us to love, hate, or respect them no matter what.

Those few stand above the rest and those few finally will be paid tribute after years of sacrifice to earn their spot in the GIW Hall of Fame. Designed for the very best GIW Superstars the ones that have stood the test of time and the ones that we honor as the very best GIW has to offer. All of them champions, all of them fighters, and all of them forever engraved in GIW history. These are the men and women that we honor tonight for all their hard work and all their great moments that have truly shaped Galveston Island Wrestling!

We salute the first class of the GIW Hall of Fame!

With the opening montage wrapping up we come into a venue here tonight in the Kauffman Arena and we have a mixed bag of wrestlers and stars here tonight ready for the GIW Hall of Fame. As we fade around the place we see the fans sitting around the outside with the wrestlers and former talent seated in the middle in rows of seating all looking up at the stage and podium where tonight, the GIW fans will witness the first ever GIW Hall of Fame Class induction ceremony.

The night is an extravagant one as everyone in the building seems to have dressed up for the event. As the camera starts to pan around to the seating area for the wrestlers; where we see all sorts of legends. Joshua Acquin along with little brother Austin Acquin are in the building the two rough housing when they appear on the screen.

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The fans are packed into the area around the ring to see the SCW stars. They hold signs and wearing there favorite wrestlers merchandise. All of a sudden there is a calm in the crowd then Nightmare hits the PA systems the fans start to boo as Ashlynn walks out on stage to the boos the fans have for her brother Joshua.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of Sin City you have the opportunity to see and welcome the SCW’s great Joshua Acquin."

From behind the curtain Joshua, wearing jeans and a SCW’s Nightmare t-shirt walks through along with Austin. All three of them avoid any contact with the fans even going as far as walking down the ramp in a single line as fans outreach their arms to get a feel at Ashlynn to which Joshua and Austin threaten the fans that do. When they get to the ring Joshua and Austin hold the ropes open for Ashlynn followed by Joshua entering and finally Austin standing in the middle of the ring as Joshua poses to draw heat.

Joshua goes to the side of the ring and demands that the time keeper gives him a mic and the fans boo even louder as he stars to speak.

"Last week My partner  came up short against Big B due to a known dirty tactic by his little friend.  At Into the Void it will be the team of HSI versus the NXT.  I had the horror of being chained to one of them and as the norm the camera crews and commentary team always makes HSI the bad guys.  We are not the bad guys we are what is best for business.  Point number one the tag team titles were just sitting there collecting dust.  I came and shocked you all and made the tag team champions the talk of the town. Then we lose it and still we are the talk of the town.  We get screwed out of our rematch.  Had to win a match to get this match and I will tell you something it is worth it because people will still be talking about us even more when we win."

Joshua just drops the mic in the ring. He rolls out of the ring and goes toward the announcers table and puts his hand on the table. Walks all the way around the table and gets to the back and has a sadistic look on his face. He flips the top off the table as fans booo, as he mouths oppps . He grabs the television monitors and smashes them on the ground. He goes under the ring and grabs a sludge hammer and knocks down the rest of the table.  Just then a ref comes down to the ring and tries to get Joshua to stop and escorts him to the back Joshua pushes him back into Austin and laughs about it. Joshua takes his shirt off and tells Austin to push him toward him, as he does Joshua clotheslines him and then puts him into The Sharp Shooter. As the ref screams in pain road agents and other newer stars come out to stop him. He finally releases the hold and then laughs about it.

"I have a question for every other SCW wrestler and Bombshell in the back, what side are you on? I know where I stand in this war. The war is coming and fast."

[Nick Jones]

 The scene opens up within the all-too-familiar lovely Los Angeles home of the former SCW World Heavyweight Champion, Nick Jones (And why wouldn't it?  When the show is in Vegas, might as well live in the lap of luxury).  The scene quickly moves in on Nick himself, who is seen sprawled out on a leather coach in front of his large screen television, interestingly enough watching the most recent episode of SCW's Climax Control.  Perhaps even more noteworthy is that the particular match in question he is watching is that of his cousin, Bernard "Big B" Jones, going up against Lucian Frost.  Just as Nick ends up watching the intense finish to this match, Big B enters the room from behind Nick, just in time to catch what his cousin was watching.  Big B seems a bit confused by this, and just as the match finishes, Nick stops the recording of the show and Big B quickly chimes in, sounding slightly upset.

Big B:  You only JUST watched my match now?

Nick, clearly having no idea that Big B was standing right behind the couch, jumps from his seat for a moment, startled by the sound of his cousin.  Nick then quickly spins around to see B and lets out a deep breath and shakes his head before cousin in annoyance before responding.

Nick:  Yeah, so what?

Big B:  Well the match was almost TWO WEEKS ago.  I know you weren't there and stuff, which I didn't make a big deal out of it or anything, but I thought you'd at least have watched the match.  Even if not live, at least sometime soon after that.

Nick:  I don't know what to tell you, B.  I'm a busy man, and this is the first chance I've had to get to it.  I still watched it, didn't I?  No reason to be so sensitive.  You should just be appreciative that I made the time for it at all.

Big B:  Oh... ok.  I guess that makes sense why I've hardly seen you the past few weeks.  What have you been doing that's made you so busy?

The tone of Big B's response makes it clear that the question is innocent enough, as B seemed to be more curious as opposed to having any interest in trying to catch Nick in a lie.  However, that still doesn't do Nick any good, as he is left stammering a bit while searching for a response.

Nick:  Well, it's... it's just... it hasn't really just been ONE thing, you know.  There's been lots of things.  Really it's a list too long to even begin to get into.  I wouldn't want to bore you with all of the details, but I've just been very busy, that's all.

Nick seems to look at B a bit nervously, seemingly unsure even if his typically gullible cousin is going to fall for this one, as B silently stands there thinking things over.  However, just a moment or two passes before a smile comes across Big B's face as he nods back at Nick.

Big B:  Ok, fair enough.

Nick looks relieved as he then takes the opportunity to turn back to the TV, grabbing the remote and ready to put something on, but before he can get that far, Big B suddenly goes leaping over the catch and goes crashing down onto the couch cushion right next to Nick.  With the impact of B's additional size and weight over his cousin, this causes the entire couch to temporary tilt in B's direction and ultimately makes Nick, who was caught completely off guard, go falling over right into Big B.  Big B just chuckles to himself as Nick looks rather annoyed, pushing himself away from B as quickly as he can before glaring over at him.

Nick:  What the hell was that?

Big B:  I'll tell you what it was...

Big B gets quiet for a moment as Nick simply looks confused.  Nick opens his mouth to respond but before he can get a word in, Big B quickly darts forward to get face to face with his cousin as he screams out.

Big B:  FUN!!!

Big B quickly falls back into his seat and breaks out into hysterical laughter, kicking around in the process as Nick rolls his eyes.  Nick goes to grab the remote once more, but before he gets very far, Big B gets his act together and addresses his cousin once again.

Big B:  So what did ya think?

Nick:  Of what?  You nearly breaking my couch, or your stupid little joke after that?

Big B:  No, no, no... the match, silly!

Nick:  Oh, the match.

Nick seems to actually be presently surprised in his cousin's interest to discuss a more serious matter, particularly one Nick is actually interested in.  Nick stops to think it over for a moment before responding.

Nick:  Well I've got to give credit where credit is due... you had quite the performance out there.

Big B's face quickly glows at the fact of receiving any degree of praise from Nick, the cousin who he so clearly looks up to, as much as that may confuse so many people.

Big B:  Really?!?

Nick:  Absolutely.  You know as well as anyone that I've always told you how singles wrestling versus tag team wrestling is a whole different ball-game, but you went out there and showed you could handle it on your own in that ring.  Now granted, it's not like it was against some top level talent or for some major title, but hell... for you, that was pretty good.

Big B, clearly missing the slight at himself that was implied in Nick's last comment, becomes more excited as Nick continues on.

Nick:  I guess you really were paying attention to everything I taught you.  I'm glad that, thanks to me, you've been able to become a legitimate competitor out there.  I won't lie, I had concerns that you would simply be out there, doing you own thing, not acting like a real wrestler and instead running around out there like a chicken with his head cut off, kind of like that lunatic buddy of yours...

Nick stops himself mid-sentence and looks at his cousin, seeming to ponder what he was about to say for a few moments.

Nick:  ... well never mind that.  Anyway, the point is really that I'm glad to see you took to your teaching well and that, all thanks to me, and everything I've thought you, that you've shown yourself capable of having matches like you did right there.  And don't worry, there's no need to thank me for absolutely everything that I've done to make you into the talent that you've become, what I see in that ring is enough of an acknowledgment of all of the credit I deserve.

Big B nods along with a big smile on his face the entire time, letting his cousin finish before chiming in with his response.

Big B:  Yeah!  Plus, you know it was also really cool how before the match and everything, Synn sat down with me and went over all sort of strategizingness of the match.  That definitely made a huge difference in what I did, especially given that it was a singles match.  I don't think I could have done it without him!

Nick does not take too kindly to Big B's crediting of Synn, as a scowl quickly appears on his face and, with a displeased tone in his voice, he is quick to cut in.

Nick:  Yeah, while I'm sure that was REEEAL helpful and all, I think it's safe to say that five minutes of chit-chat with some never was might not have been quite as important as everything you learned from watching the best in the business with a front row seat, right?

Big B seems rather confused by Nick's comments, not quite getting the intended insult at Synn, but rather just unsure of what Nick is saying overall.

Big B:  Um... right?  But yeah, I mean obviously there was A LOT more to it than just that talk with Synn.  That was really a small piece of the puzzle.

A smile comes back to the face of Nick as he perceives his cousin conceding to his point.  That doesn't last very long, however, as Big B proceeds with his point.

Big B:  I mean it's been for weeks before that, even months, that Synn has been teaching me all sorts of stuff.  It's been great!  I mean, there's still I didn't never know about wrestling at all until Synn taught me it.  It was so cool and it helps me do all these new moves and how to counter stuff, and everything.

Nick:  Oh yeah, because I'm sure really a few weeks from some second rate hack did way more for your development as wrestler than all of the years before that ever did.

Clearly not catching the sarcasm of Nick's comment, Big B simply looks to his cousin and shrugs.

Big B:  I guess so.

Nick gets more annoyed by this response, but then makes an effort to simply change the topic.

Nick:  Well whatever... how about this next match of yours, huh?  You and your little buddy have yourselves a tag title defense I see.  So with gold on the line you always have to be prepared, even if you are going up against a couple of nobodies.

Big B:  Our match isn't against nobody... our match is against two people, another tag team!

Nick:  Right, but I meant... never mind.

Big B:  Yeah, these guys are also pretty awesome too, ya know.

Nick:  Awesome?  Come on, give me a break.  It's one thing to underrate your opponents, which is never good, but you seem to hold every one of these clowns up on a pedestal.  What has either one of those losers ever accomplished?

Big B:  Well Lucian Frost was the FIRST EVER SCW Roulette Champion!  And of course...

Nick doesn't even let Big B finish as he cuts him off mid-sentence.

Nick:  Well yeah, obviously... but winning some low-level title years and years ago doesn't mean much today, now does it?  Besides, I meant what have they two of them ever actually accomplished as a TEAM.  It is a tag team title match after all, not a roulette match.

Big B:  Yeah, I know, but that's what I was gonna say... they also are former SCW Tag Team Champions, too!

As this conversation is ongoing, Tony is seen walking by in the background and cannot help but stop and listen in, clearly quite intrigued by what he's hearing.  Meanwhile, Nick tries to talk his way out of not knowing these facts he was quite oblivious to before this.

Nick:  Obviously I know about that, that's not what I really meant.  I mean, how long ago was THAT, right?

Big B:  It was actually pretty recently!

Nick:  That's all relative though.  "Pretty recently?"  Come on, don't fall into that trap.  "Recently" doesn't really mean much of anything, in the end it's still a while ago and, when you look at it in the measure of what really matters at all, they are one in a long line of former champions A.K.A., losers.  Right?

Big B:  Yeah, but cuz, they were the ones who Despy and me actually won the tag team titles from!

Nick is completely stunned, not quite sure how to respond to this as he seemed to not have a clue that this was true.  He stutters for a bit and can't come up with anything, so before he can even mutter a single intelligible word, Tony opts to chime in, drawing the attention of both Nick and Big B in the process.

Tony: Jeez, and I t'ought it was supposed ta be B who was da friggin'...

Tony puts his fingers up in air quotes.

Tony: ... "stupit one".

Tony chuckles, as Big B joins him laughter, of course oblivious to the joke being an insult to him just as much as it was to Nick.  Nick, of course, is not quite so amused as he is quick to snap back.

Nick:  Well aren't you just a damn riot, huh?  Well maybe you want to be the...

Nick now makes air quotes of his own.

Nick:  ... "unemployed one".

Tony notices the pissy nature of his boss at this point, and rather then pushing the matter further simply waves Nick off and turns and walks out of the area, bringing a smug look of satisfaction to Nick's face in the process.

Big B:  Well anyway... enough about all of this tag match stuff, there are more important things to worry about for Sunday.

Nick turns back towards his cousin, a look of confusion on his face.

Nick:  What the hell are you talking about?

Big B:  What do you think, silly?  Sunday is not only the Into the Void supercard, but that's also SCW's Make a Wish event!

Nick raises an eyebrow at his cousin, perplexed at this comment from him.

Nick:  THAT is more important?

Big B's jaw drops in shock as he hears this comment from Nick, and for the first time Nick seems to hear himself, as he stops for a moment and his expression changes as he shakes his head.

Nick:  Yeah, wow... I just heard how that came out.  That came across pretty bad, huh?

Big B does not say a word, but simply nods rather vigorously at his cousin.

Nick:  Yeah, sorry about that.  I mean, I'm not saying this whole Make-a-Wish thing isn't important, but it's not like you need to prepare in advance for it, or put all of your focus on that going in.  For a match, you actually need to do that stuff, you know what I'm saying?

Big B shakes his head at Nick before responding.

Big B:  Nuh uh!  I'll be ready for the match, don't worry about that, but trust me, I absolutely totally need to be preparing in advance and all of that stuff for the Make-a-Wish!  It's super duper important!

Nick:  Sure, I guess so, but...

Big B:  I know not to underestimate my opponents, but you're the one always telling me how much betterer and strongerer I am than them, right?

Nick:  Um... right.

Big B:  So why do I need to waste all of my time on them?  The answer is I don't!  So now if I spend my time on more important things, like the super duper ultra mega important Make a Wish, then I can help make even more wishes come true, right?  And what's more important than that?

Nick stops and thinks for a moment, but cannot seem to come up with an answer to his cousin's question.

Nick:  Well I guess you make quite the point there.  That's quite, um... admirable, I guess you'd say.  Good for you, and if you've really got yourself at the point where you know you've got this match in the bag, then good for you, make the best of it.  You do whatever you think you should do.

Big B:  Not just me.  What about you?

Nick looks confused by this comment from B, not seeming to understanding what he's getting at.

Nick:  What about me?

Big B:  You're going to be there too, right?

Nick:  At the show?  Of course.  I know I missed Climax Control, but this is a supercard, and the titles are on the line.  I wouldn't miss that.

Big B:  I'm not talking about the show.  Well, I am talking about the show sort of, but that's not what I was really asking.

Nick:  Alright, you've lost me... what ARE you asking?

Big B:  I'm asking about Make A Wish!

Nick:  Didn't we just finish talking about that?  I said good for you if that's what you wanted to do.

Big B:  No, we didn't finish.  That's what I'm still talking about.

Nick:  I'm still not following you, B.

Big B:  I'm saying that it's not just me, what about YOU being there for Make a Wish?

For the first time, B's implications finally catch on with Nick and his expression quickly changes.  While he doesn't look unhappy about this question from B, he certainly seems a bit uncertain.  Nick responds slowly and quietly, some hesitancy clearly present in his voice.

Nick:  Well I don't know about that one, B.

Big B:  Why not?

Nick:  It's just... it's complicated.

Big B:  What's so complicated?  We're gonna get to see all of these kids and they'll be so excited and it'll be great!

Nick:  Yeah, I know.  But it's um... you know.

Big B:  No, I don't... what?

Nick:  I'm just so damn busy lately, you know.

Big B:  I know, but didn't you just say you were going to be at the supercard?

Nick:  Well... yeah.

Nick seems to try to come up with something else to say, but has nothing and eventually just stops trying to even conjure up some weak response to this.

Big B:  So then you'll be there with me for Make a Wish?

Nick thinks this over and then a small smile creeps across his face, a very uncommon sight for Nick, as he responds to his cousin.

Nick:  Yeah, I guess I will.

Big B:  GREAT!!! Oh my gosh, this is gonna be so much fun.  I'm gonna love it, you're gonna love it, all the Entourage is gonna love it, and the KIDS are gonna love it!

Big B excitedly rambles on with all of his plans for the upcoming Sunday as Nick quietly sits and listens to his cousin go on, with it all fading off into the background as the scene slowly fades to black.

[Despayre]

 "Mom!"

Margaret Young, the mother of Sin City Wrestling's favorite loveable 'loose cannon', was almost bowled over off of her feet as Despayre practically lunged through the doorway to wrap his arms around her in the kind of embrace that could only be understood when shared between a mother and child.

Margaret was admittedly not a small woman by her own account, and Despayre was himself of small stature, compared to his father and even to a slim degree, his mom. Margaret once jokingly told Synn she probably outweighed her own son, but that was fact neither confirmed nor denied with proof other than Synn's own charming manner of refute. Still, this did not stop Despayre from enveloping his mom in his slim arms and lifting her up off of her feet in his fierce excitement. He probably would have swung her around had Synn not hurriedly stepped in, knowing his son as he did, so he did not hurt himself or his mom, not that he would do so intentionally.

"Hello, sweety!" Margaret grasped Despayre by the sides of his head and planted a tender peck on his cheek, and not to let his best friend be left out from the smooches of a lovely lady (and his mom was indeed lovely -- just ask him!), Despayre held Angel up with a hopeful shimmer of light in his gray eyes (Despayre's, not Angel's), and Margaret knew when she was beaten and she indulged his whim, giving Angel a little smooch on his fuzzy cheek as well.

"It's mom, Angel!" Despayre cried with glee that threatened to erupt in a full blown emotional display, but he held it together. Not just for his mom, but for Angel as well. (Teddy bears are prone to the waterworks display during emotional moments like this, you know! Oh you didn't? Trust me on this one.) Despayre then spun around and jumped up and down in place, almost bursting with excitement as he pointed out the glaringly obvious, "Dad! Dad! Look! Mom's in Las Vegas now!"

"I'm aware Joshua." Synn smiled as he set foot inside, following the lead of Theresa and Rage. "As I told you before, this was a bit of a surprise."

"You mean... you knew?" Despayre bent at the waist, clasping a tighter hold on Angel as he gaped at his father. "You knew mom was moving to Las Vegas?"

Synn didn't answer, at least not with words. He simply gave his boy that trademark grin and nod of the head in an affirmative manner that he tended to have perfected over the years. Despayre answered this by wagging his forefinger at his father.

"Sneaky. Sneaky, sneaky, sneaky!" He declared. "And shame on you for keeping secrets."

But this little reprimand was not enough to keep Despayre from sailing into his dad and grabbing him in a tight hug, wrapping his arms around Synn's thick neck and squeezing.

Gabriel set foot closer to the gathering and patted his 'little brother' on the shoulder and said, "Surprised, Despy?"

"Uh huh!" Despayre nodded eagerly, then a thought gave him pause and he arched an eyebrow at Gabriel and asked, "Wait, you knew too?"

"We all pretty much did, sweety." Fantasia said as she and Shane joined them.

"Am I the only one who didn't?" Despayre looked around, almost with a sense of deflatement at having been kept in the proverbial dark.

"I didn't." Melody said, raising her hand as if she were in class.

"Yeah I just had it sprung on me before we did that store run." Rage said, exchanging a look with Synn.

"Angel didn't know either." Melody said, nodding her head toward the teddy bear tucked warm and comfortable in Despayre's arms.

"Well that's something I suppose." Despayre conceded before he turned around and jumped up and down again. "When did you get here?"

"Two days ago Joshy." Margaret answered and was about to continue speaking when Despayre blurted out his outrage.

"Two days!?" Despayre cried out. "Two days and you didn't come to see ME?"

"Joshua." Synn spoke firmly. "We were arranging a surprise for you. We couldn't right pull it off and get everything moved in if they were at our home instead of overseeing everything."

"They?" Despayre blinked.

Synn went on as if his boy hadn't spoken, "And I'm sure it wasn't easy for your mother and grandmother to be so close and not get to see..."

"Grandma!?" Despayre shrieked in renewed excitement, all tension diffused all but immediately. "Grandma is going to live here too!?"

"Yes sweety." Margaret chuckled. "This is her home as well as mine. We moved from Canada just to be close to you."

And as she said that, Despayre's eager eyes fell upon the woman who just set foot inside of the foyer of the new home she now shared with her daughter.

"Grandma!" Despayre cried out and he raced over to grab her in a hug, one that she was all too willing to return and give as good as she got.

Margaret managed to tear her eyes away from the warm display as her son had seemingly no intention of letting go of her mother any time soon. She looked to Synn and the other members of the makeshift family that her child had found himself surrounded by, by the grace of God (but don't say that to Synn!).

"How about a tour?" She offered and Gabriel waved a hand in open invitation.

"Lead the way." He said.

"Alright, out with it." Rage said quietly at Synn's side as they continued to watch as Despayre hovered all around his mom and grandma as the two ladies started to give them the grand tour of their new Las Vegas home. "How did you manage to pull this off without him knowing?"

"Trust me." Synn murmured, but with a knowing smirk. "It's not easy keeping a secret from that son of mine."</color>

"This would be a lot easier to finish settling if you were here rather than over this damn Skype." Synn complained over the use of the video messaging client.

"You just never are happy unless you're complaining about something." Margaret said from her desk, clasping a cup of coffee in her hand from the home in Vancouver that she lived in with her family since childhood. "Try to imagine how I've been managing on my end here in Canada."

"Are we to get into another debate over who's been going through more with this little arrangement?" Synn leaned back in his own desk chair, folding his arms over his chest. "Because I've had to keep all of this from Joshua since you and your mother let me sell your house and buy that new one here."

Margaret laughed, nodding. "Fair point, but know that mom and I fully appreciate all the headaches you've been through keeping Joshy from finding out anything." She raised her cup of coffee in a silly salute, to which Synn raised his own glass of Scotch.

Margaret shook her head, "This early in the day."

"Who are you, my mother?" Synn snarked.

"No, but I could tell my own on you and then you'd be in for it!"

"Ooo!" Synn joked, but then his mood sobered up quickly and he continued, "Okay, Gabriel can't keep Joshua distracted all day so we should probably clear a few things up. Most of your stuff has arrived at the house. The movers got everything inside and somewhat situated. Shane and Fantasia were a big help there. When you and Victoria get down here in July, you can arrange everything to your liking before we spring the surprise. The others said they'd be glad to help."

"Oh that's so sweet." Margaret mused, grateful for the offered help, especially once she truly understood the size of the house Synn had purchased with the funds from the sale of her family home in British Columbia. The home she lived in for (censored) years was not small, and prime real estate as she knew it, but Synn worked a marvel in its sale and she and her mom looked over several homes for sale in Las Vegas before they chose one not far from Synn and Despayre's own neck of the woods. The photographs didn't quite do it justice though in terms of size, but it was indeed a gorgeous abode, one that she and her mother was going to grow fond of living within.

"Hey, it's just their way." Synn responded. "The fans they wrestle in front of might boo them but all they need to know is that you and Victoria are Joshua's family. Nothing else need be said."

Margaret could only smile at this, before she stated, "As luck would have it, I will be starting work there a little sooner than I expected. I thought the position wouldn't be ready for a few weeks at least."

"All the better to remain busy." Synn reasoned. "How about your mother? You never did say how she is over all of this."

"Need you even ask?" Margaret shook her head. "She fought against the idea of her moving, tooth and nail, at first. Said she was too old to move, yadda yadda. She and I had a long heart to heart and she did come to agree it was time to let go of the past. Being closer to her grandson clinched it."

Synn smiled. "Joshua won't know how to react."</color>

"Smooth." Rage murmured as the group arrived back downstairs, the tour near completion, although Despayre was most likely going to explore all on his own and examine every little nook and cranny. Angel was going to want to make sure the house was safe from all manner of nightmarish beasties.

"Oh does this mean you'll be coming to see me and Bernie wrestle on Sunday?" Despayre turned around with a hopeful look on his eager, young face. "It's a very important match! Bernie and I are defending the championships against the same guys we beat for the titles! And we're gonna win!" He nodded. "We're the tag champions you know!" Despayre puffed his chest out with pride, showing off for his mom and grandma.

"Oh we know." Victoria smiled and nodded. "We were watching when you won those titles, although I'm still not clear on who 'Bernie' is."

"Ohhhh!" Despayre jumped back three hops and seemed ready to 'pop' again. "That's right! You haven't met Bernie yet! Well his name is really..." Despayre hurried over and whispered behind a cupped hand towards his mom and grandmother, "...it's Bernard, but he doesn't like that name. So Angel and I call him 'Bernie'. That's much better." Despayre stepped back a bit and nodded in a conspirator manner.

"Gotcha." Margaret whispered. "I can't wait to meet him."

"Despy." Gabriel then opted to speak up. "Don't you have something for a present?"

"Do I?" Despayre blinked, then his face lit up. "I do! Yesssss!" He passed Angel temporarily over to Gabriel so that he could take up the pink box with hot pink bow and hand it over to his mom. "Hurry! I wanna see what I got you! I mean... I want to see how you like what I got you!"

"Okay Joshy." Margaret said as her mom joined her to look at what Despayre had managed to get for a house warming gift for them. Margaret pulled the bow off and flipped the box lid up to look inside...

"Oh... my..." Victoria mused, her fingertips over her lips.

Margaret reached into the box and pulled out a glittering, glimmering... "What a lovely tiara."

All heads of the Sins turned to Melody who smiled brightly, "Well you said to get something that I'd get for myself!"</color>