When I joined GXW sometime in 2004, I had found my only way of channeling my anger. I had a way of releasing my frustrations in a setting where I wouldn’t be punished. Not unless my anger got the best of me and I went a little too far. With my temper, it could have very well happened, but it never did. Not in a wrestling ring anyway.
Everyone keeps asking me where I went after GXW closed down. I didn’t follow Synn, Shane and Fantasia. I left the wrestling business completely, because I thought I could control myself outside of a wrestling ring. I thought I could keep my anger in check and stay out of trouble and live a normal life as who I brought into this world as. I wanted to walk away from being known as the Sin of Wrath and attempt to be normal human being.
I couldn’t have made a more stupid decision in my whole life. To think I could ever be considered a normal human being, given what happened during my childhood and most of my life following, was nothing short of idiotic on my part. My life away from the Sins was difficult to manage. I refused to find a regular job, even though I was offered several security jobs or bouncer jobs at different bars I visited. I would walk past two dumbasses fighting, and one or both would immediately back away from the other and just stare at me. They thought I was going to separate them and were intimidated by my size. Honestly, I couldn’t give a sh*t if two idiots beat the hell out of each other. I had no plans on stopping them.
The majority of the time I minded my own business wherever I went. People stared, sure, but most of them chose to leave me alone. Those that did made wise decisions. I wasn’t dealing well with living that life, and all it took was one wrong word from one dumbass prick and my fist was colliding with his face, and there was no stopping me. I honestly can’t remember what he said, or even did, but I didn’t hesitate. I took the f*cker to the ground and started bashing his face in. The monster inside me snapped and came roaring back to life.
The events that followed would lead to my arrest, and, well, the rest is history…
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FLASHBACK SEQUENCE
The courtroom is relatively quiet. One side of the room, the defendant’s side, is completely empty, except for the defendant and his lawyer sitting at their table. The prosecution’s side of the room, however, has several people seated in chairs behind their table. A few police officers are in attendance, as well as a few other people there as witnesses to the defendant’s vicious attack on another person in attendance.
The judge is looking directly at the defendant, who is now standing along with his lawyer.
“Mr. Sullivan,” the judge begins. “I understand that you have decided to change your plea from not guilty to guilty. Is that correct?”
“That is correct, your honor.” His lawyer answers for him.
The judge looks at Mr. Sullivan’s lawyer with harsh eyes.
“I believe I asked your client Mr. Drake.” The judge replies sternly. “Mr. Sullivan?”
“Yeah, that’s right.” The defendant replies.
“Mr. Sullivan, while I admire your attempt to finally take responsibility for your horrendous actions against a defenseless man, I am shocked at the total lack of remorse.” The judge replies. “I am sure that by changing your plea, you believe that it will somehow change the sentence that I will hand down to you, but I can assure you, it does not. Therefore, if there are no objections from either counsel, I will hand down my sentence right now. Counsel?”
“No objections, your honor.” The prosecutor says.
Mr. Drake confers with his client briefly, looks to the judge then shakes his head. “No objections, your honor.”
Mr. Drake doesn’t seem pleased with his client’s decision, but he has no choice but to follow his orders.
“Alright then.” The judge says, as he leans back in his chair. “Given your past history and lack of emotion and remorse during this whole trial, Mr. Sullivan, it is the court’s decision that you be sentenced to five years in a maximum security prison. You must serve the full sentence, and there will be no early release for good behavior. You will be taken into custody to start your sentence immediately. I hope that your time in prison will help you change your vicious ways, and upon your release, I urge you to seek anger management classes.”
The bailiff then walks over to the defendant, placing his hands behind his back and handcuffing him. The defendant shows no emotion as he whispers a few words to his lawyer before the bailiff walks him away.
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Five Years later
The scene opens up inside of the maximum security prison in which Rage is still being held. He is only a couple months away from being released. He is laying on his bunk in his cell when one of the prison guards walks up to the cell door, tapping the bars with his nightstick.
“Hey Sullivan! You got a visitor.” The guard shouts.
Rage takes in a deep breath, then looks at the guard. “Who the hell is it?”
The guard shrugs, before he unlocks Rage’s cell. “Hell if I know his name. Some big muscular dude. Not as big as you, but not far off.”
Rage runs his hand over his head. In the five years he had been there, he hadn’t had one visitor. Not one.
“Two months away from being released and NOW I get a visitor?”
He steps outside of his cell, walking in front of the guard. The guard leads him to the visiting area, and when Rage sees who is there to see him, he lowers and shakes his head. There, sitting at one of the visitors tables with a smile on his face, is none other than Synn. Rage walks over to the table, and takes a seat across from Synn.
“How the hell did you find me?” He asks, leaning back in his chair.
“How long have you known me, Rage? You should realize by now that I have my ways of finding anyone, even if they don’t want to be found.” Synn replies.
“I do realize that, but I also know that I never told you my real name—“ Rage stops mid-sentence when Synn smiles yet again.
“What the f*ck, Synn?! Do you know everything about me?” Rage has to lower his voice when several of the guards look in his direction, prepared to interrupt should they need to.
“You did join the Sins. I find it odd that you are surprised that I know so much.” Synn holds a hand up when one of the guards is about to head over to the table.
“I’m not surprised. I am surprised that you’re here though. What do you want?” Rage asks quickly changing the subject.
“Tell me, Rage..did anyone drop the soap in the showers?” Synn grins again, but Rage doesn’t find it very funny.
“You would ask something that. Now answer my question.” Rage grumbles.
“Oh come on. You can’t blame me for having a little fun.” Synn replies. “But, that is not why I’m here. I understand you’re being released soon?”
Rage nods. “That’s the plan. Unless some douchebag in this hell hole pisses me off, I’ll be a free man within a couple months. Why?
“Well,” Synn starts. “Mark Ward and Christian Underwood have started up an independent wrestling company based in Las Vegas. The Sins are setting up shop there, and I thought perhaps you’d like to join us once you’re free.”
Rage’s eyes widen, surprised to hear this. “They trying to rebuild GXW or what?”
Synn shakes his head. “There is a lot of new talent, including my boys in the Sins, Gabriel and Despayre. I just thought that the wrestling environment would be a little…healthier for you.”
Rage laughs. “Because look at where being on my own got me, right?”
“Exactly.” Synn replies. “So, what do you say?”
Rage, cracks his neck and says, “I’ll think about it.”
“I’ll come back when you’re released to escort you to Las Vegas.” Synn offers.
“I said I’d think about it, Synn. I’m not making any promises, and quite frankly, I’m not sure I’m ready to just jump back into wrestling. If I decide to come back, I’ll get a hold of you once I’m out. Until then, just get back to whatever it is you were doing and let me finish my time.” Rage shoves away from the table and calls for the guard.
“That is exactly the reaction I was hoping for.” Synn says as he, too, stands up. “I look forward to hearing from you in a couple months, and I’ll let Mark Ward and Christian Underwood know to expect to hear from you as well.”
Rage scoffs at Synn, but doesn’t respond. He lets the guard escort him out of the room and back in the direction of his cell, while another guard escorts Synn out of the room.
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I threw five years of my life away when I beat the hell out of that guy. It would have been the rest of my life, had the police and several other people not managed to pull me off of him. The hatred spilling out of me that night was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I just let myself explode, and unfortunately for that guy, he was at the receiving end.
When I’m in a wrestling environment, I still experience all the same hatred and anger as I normally do, but I can keep most of it in check…most of the time anyway. I can’t make any guarantees when it comes time to stepping in the ring against Blade and Casey.
Blade has yet to say anything, but I’m used to seeing that from him. I’ve watched him very closely the last couple of months, and I’m disappointed in what I’ve seen from him. What pisses me off the most about him is that he talks a lot of sh*t, but when it comes down to it, that’s all he does. He puts in such little effort in everything he does, and he thinks he deserves everything handed to him, simply because of his ‘storied career.’ Ha!
I’m beginning to think that I’m wasting my time in trying to take him out. I mean, I attacked him at High Stakes, and he did nothing to retaliate against me! I had at least hoped he would attempt to attack me back, but all he did was throw out a few insults and let it slide. That is what is more infuriating than anything. This beating he’s going to get at December to Dismember will simply be for the fun of it now I think. He’s not worth anything more if he can’t even try and back up what he claims he can do. I’ll say this, though. If it turns out that he was behind what happened two weeks ago at Climax Control, he won’t know what hit him.
As for his tag team partner, Casey Williams…that guy is a joke! He thinks that just because I know Gabriel and Despayre that I think I’m special? He thinks I’m just an average wrestler? Well, unfortunately for him, he just made himself a target and I’ll show him just how above average I am in the ring. I can handle myself with or without Jamie Staggs, Casey. I don’t care about your tag team history in other companies. That doesn’t matter now. What matters now is that you’re just a couple days away from experiencing what pain really feels like, and your hopes at becoming a tag team champion in SCW will be shattered. I may not like Jamie Staggs as a person, but when all is said and done, I know a part of him wants that tag gold, and he knows that with me as his partner, he’ll get it.
I’m a force to be reckoned with. I can unleash all kinds of hell inside that ring, and I intend to do just that. Casey and Blade can try as hard as they want, but they are going to fall short at December to Dismember. They can say whatever the hell they want about me. It won’t hurt me. It will just unleash the beast. I hope they realize what is coming for them. The beating of a lifetime…
