“This is an outrage” Carlos Duquesne barks “Have you seen this letter?” He holds it aloft from his desk. Lucian Frost walks over from glancing out of the window, staring at the Moroccan skyline for a final time, he grabs it of his sports agent and begins to scan through it.

This is a letter to inform you about your current misconduct

“Is this from Christian Underwood?” Lucian smirks “He decided to tweet me about this too” he pulls out his smart phone and scans through the tweets. “See here, he will fine me and won’t pay me until 2015” He scoffs. “Does he not realise what I have done for his promotion? I’ve revolutionised the Tag Team division, I’ve made the titles worth holding once again, and he’s focused on what I did or didn’t do to his precious Belinda Simone?”

“I will see him at Climax Control” Carlos begins “I’m going to go speak to the legal department to see if I can draw something up” he gets up from his desk “We’ll get this sorted out” Carlos walks passed Lucian, slapping him on the shoulder for reassurance, he makes his way out of the office and heads down the corridor.

Lucian smiles as he sits down at Carlos’ desk, fiddling around with items on the desk, clicking on the mouse of the computer to see that he hadn’t logged out of his computer. He begins to scan through the internet before he leans back in the chair with his arms crossed.

“It seems that there is not just one team in the frame for the Tag Team Championships, there is now three rival challengers, Guns for Hire, Team NXT and Bosom Buddies.” Lucian looks at the screen to see that it’s on the SCW website. “Before the reign of Guns for Hire, before Dough’s reign with Matthews, there wasn’t any team willing to compete. Since I’ve grasped my grubby hands on the titles there are challengers. Coincidence? I don’t think so.” Lucian glances over at the folded Tag Team championship over on his gym bag. “Christian Underwood may not like the way I’ve treated Belinda but her words and tweets forced my hand on several occasions, my actions on the shows have caused controversy and chaos, that is what has brought these teams out of the woodwork. Dough finding Connor and NXT, Guns for Hire seeking revenge, Bosom Buddies have flourished in recent weeks in matches to prove themselves worthy contenders. If it wasn’t for me I don’t think these titles would be worth holding!”

Lucian leans forward and clicks on the bio link to show Guns for Hire onscreen.

“Joshua Acquin and I are going to show our worth as champions this week against you Ethan and Landon, your rematch that you wanted has finally come, but it’ll be at a great cost as it’s our first title defence and we’re not going to take it lightly.” Lucian strokes the screen on Ethan’s face “You defeated Duke Ata Tupoi and Max Burke last week, you did so well conquering the beast and his ringmaster, but we’re a different breed from them as we’re going to do whatever it takes to walk out with the championships.” He coughs to clear his throat “I am looking forward to our encounter as it has been weeks in the making for you guys and I, all that pent up frustration, all that anger and rage that you have towards me will fuel your hunger for victory but it’ll also be your downfall as it’ll cloud your judgment and impair your vision.” Lucian smirks “You’ll want to beat me so bad and grab the titles so much from me that you’ll let your guard down, only for a brief moment, but it’ll be that moment when we’ll seize that chance and it only takes three seconds. Three slaps on the canvas. Then the dreams will fade and die, Guns, knowing that you were so close but the rage and anger have cost you your Tag Title dream and your chance for redemption.”

Frost’s sadistic look in his eyes and smile tell a different story to the words he speaks, in recent weeks we’ve seen a different side to him from the days of the masked man of mystery, his manipulative and conniving ways have been brought to the forefront of the fans and wrestlers alike. Deceiving his own partner, Jon Dough, to form a new alliance with Joshua Acquin was the icing on the cake. He sits their staring at the picture of Ethan Brody and Landon Axel for a while before speaking.

“The symbolic title sign you did towards us was laughable, you’ll never hold these belts whilst we’re champions, you will see Dough and Murphy of NXT challenge and they’ll fail just like you. Bosom Buddies could be the more challenging but I’m sure the teddy bear will witness their downfall too leading up to the supercard in Africa. People may not believe me when I say I’ll defeat Sinful Obsessions reign as champions, but we’re more than capable of doing it as we’ll be the most successful team in recent time! Mark my words, Frost and Acquin will be the most talked about Tag Team of 2014 and we’re only in April!”

Carlos Duquesne walks back into the room “The team are drafting something right now” Lucian clicks off the internet and leans back in Carlos’ chair “I hope you can keep your hands of Belinda Simone this week?”

Lucian nods his head “I promise I won’t touch her”

“good!” Carlos says firmly “Now we’ve got to travel to Egypt and hopefully me and Mr Underwood can clear the air for you”

“I don’t need anyone battling for me” Lucian snaps back “You do what you must but if Christian Underwood has that much of a problem with me then all he has to do is face me in the ring.”

“He won’t do that”

“I know” Lucian answers back with a smile on his face “Mark Ward is the fighting one who backs his words up. Christian graced the ring at the first Blaze of Glory and I don’t remember him doing it since, I promised I won’t touch Belinda this week, but maybe next week I’ll slap her around the face just to piss him off!”

Carlos sighs “So it’ll be pointless me doing this” he points to the door “Drafting the papers up”

“Do what you must” he looks deeply into Carlos’ eyes “But if someone wants to ‘put me in my place’ it won’t be a teddy bear, hired mercenaries or NXT!” Lucian gets up, grabbing his bag and Championship belt. “it’ll be Mister Underwood, but I don’t see that happening!”

 Prologue.

January 2012 saw the debut of this masked wrestler, small in stature and courageous in ability, this masked man went by the name of Lucian Frost. Although not really synonymous with Sin City Wrestling, like many of his counterparts like Gabriel, Nick Jones or Misty, Lucian Frost has always treated SCW and it’s fan with the utmost affection. Representing SCW in many National Wrestling Alliance tournaments, venturing into World Class Championship Wrestling to represent the Nevada promotion and even appearing in an inter-promotional show featuring men and women from far and wide. His love for SCW has seen in crowned the inaugural Roulette Champion, capturing the tag team championships on more than one occasion, even asserted himself as a possible contender for the Heavyweight Championship. If you cut Lucian Frost in half you’d see that the blood pumping through his body has a three-letter acronym, S.C.W, the masked man who gained the nickname of ‘masked enigma’ would do anything for Sin City Wrestling and it’s fans.

February 2014 that all changed.

My Bloody Valentine saw the lethal lottery style teaming of former Tag Team Champion, Jon Dough and the masked enigma Lucian Frost, join forces for the very first time to face the first time defence of Ethan Brody and Landon Axel, Guns for Hire. The match wasn’t a classic and won’t be nominated for Match of the Year any time soon, but when the dust settled and the last dong of the bell tolled, SCW had crowned new Tag Team Champions in the unlikely masked duo. Something had changed for Lucian, tweeting that he would remove the mask, later on in the show he did exactly that in revealing what the face of Lucian Frost actually looked like. Many had hoped for a horrific looking man, scared and uneasy to look at on the eyes, however when a young looking man revealed himself to being the masked enigma, eyebrows where raised.

His first match without the mask turned out to be costly for the new champions, making Joshua Acquin the new number one contender, with a partner of his own choosing, it is his actions towards the former Tag Champions that have caused the masses to question Lucian Frost. The man who’d represent SCW during the Team Erik versus Team SCW saga, the man who entered through the packed audiences to bring joy to all, the man who wasn’t afraid of being uniquely different during shows. Leaving the very first question to arise once more, a question that never truly got answered the first time around, the one question that almost built the legacy that Frost is remembered for.

Who is Lucian Frost?

Location: Long Beach, California
Date: 16th February, 2014
Time: 21:02 pm
Title: The Start.

The Climax Control after the first i-Supershow of 2014 is in full swing, the debut of the ‘true’ NWA World Heavyweight Champion, Sean Jackson, opened the show with fans and wrestlers excited to see one of the big names of the Alliance appearing at an SCW show. The British Blueblood Brittany York also making her debut, against the Princess of Kickass JD Phoenix, becoming victorious and raising a few eyebrows of the Bombshells backstage. The opening contest of the Blast from the Past Tournament is underway with Landon Axel and Jessie Salco facing the unusual pairing of Andrew Garcia and Traci Patterson.

For several hours the former masked wrestler had wondered the hallways, looking at several known personalities of SCW but getting blanked, with the mask on he’d of been greeted and talked too. Without he seemed to be invisible. Even with the SCW Tag Team Championship belt draped over his shoulder, wearing a smart suit and looking ready for a meal at a high-end restaurant, Lucian feels like he’s now blended in and become just another face in the crowd. Standing near the entrance way with his eyes glued on a small monitor, technicians in-front of him presses a button on his laptop and Jessie Salco’s music is blaring throughout the gymnasium, Lucian stands there watching the competitors leave the ring, the certain pulled aside as they all wondered passed Lucian Frost without even glancing over at him. Landon Axel, the man a few weeks ago he’d defeated for the belt over his shoulder, didn’t recognise his conqueror and that left a bitter taste in his mouth.  

He’d noticed out of the corner of his eye the man who is his partner, Jon Dough step towards the curtain, the technician nods his head as he presses a few keys on his keyboard, ‘New Low’ begins to play and Jon Dough walks through the certain. Lucian Frost places the SCW Tag Team Championship onto the table, the technician looks at the man before him with slight confusion, Lucian reaches into his inside pocket and pulls out a small flash-drive, Frost hands it over to the confused technician with a devious smile on his face.

”When I’m out there” Lucian begins “I’ll ask for a clip to be played and your job is to make sure that this audio file is played!” Lucian nods childishly before talking down to the technician “Do…You…UNDERSTAND!”

”Got it” the technician replies “when you want it played, I’ll play it”

”Also when you play my music…” Lucian looks at the technician, who looks completely blank towards him, letting out a frustrating sigh “Salt in the Wound by Pendulum!”

”Oh, Frost” A light bulb lights up above the technician head, pointing at the championship belt, understanding who he is as he looks at the face that once was masked.

”It seems a lot of people have forgotten what I look like” he mumbles to himself angrily “When you play my music don’t bother with the lighting, that phase has entered the history books, just make sure you don’t mess this up”

Lucian grasps hold of the belt and begins to pop the clasps together, glancing back and forth towards the monitor, seeing that Jon Dough has almost finishing. Lucian steps up towards the curtain and nods his head to the technician, ‘Salt in the wound’ begins to bellow out to applause and cheers. Lucian shakes his head disapprovingly as he looks up at the ceiling before pulling the curtain aside to a huge ovation.

Location: San Francisco, California
Date: 23rd February, 2014
Time: 20:18 pm
Title: Breaking Boundries.

Little did Lucian Frost expect the reaction he did when he stepped through the certain, with the arrival of Guns for Hire and the team of Ben Jordan and Jordan Williams, the three teams that many predicted would be around the Tag Team Championship stage for 2014. Although Lucian wasn’t expecting to be apart of the scene since he returned, he achieved glory and being a champion means being the best of that division, no matter what the cost. This week he was placed in a match up against the rising star of Sin City Wrestling, the self proclaimed nightmare had achieved small success and was on a winning run as of late, being placed in a match-up with the newly crowned champion with the stipulation that if Frost Lost, the SCW Nightmare would gain himself a championship opportunity at himself and Dough. The man being Joshua Acquin. The match wasn’t great but the run continued for Acquin, defeating the former masked star, guaranteeing himself a match in the nearby future for the Tag Team Championships. Frost’s underestimating cost him, adding another fraction into the ever growing equation, instead of thinking about the return match-up with Guns for Hire he had added Joshua Acquin into the fold.

The battle worn Frost is helped out of the ring by his partner, Jon Dough, and the referee for the contest, Drew Patton. Justin walks around the ring and hands Patton the Tag Team Championships, handing one to Dough as Frost walks up the aisle, Drew rushes up to him and offers the belt, Lucian snatches it out of Drew’ clasp and heads up the aisle and pushes the certain aside to make a quick exit. The Technician prepares himself as Frost brushes passed a blonde bombshell, kicking over a chair nearby as he storms down a hallway, looking around to see if he could see Joshua Acquin but the staff and other wrestlers hinder his view for his conqueror. Lucian is very agitated that he didn’t win his first match without his mask, at least this week they recognised him without it, several men and woman glancing over at the panting cruiserweight as he flings the strap of the belt over his shoulder and heads down a nearby hallway.

**AN HOUR LATER**

[ Footage taken from Climax Control ]

Landon Axel walks through the hallway holding a plastic cup filled with coffee, brimming from ear to ear, he pushes the door open and stops halfway through the doorway. Lucian Frost stands there all sweaty and breathing heavily, he holds a pack of ice to his neck with the SCW Tag Team Championship in the other, Lucian lets out an outbreath laugh before having a coughing fit. Landon smiles.

Landon Axel: Congratulations on your win this week.. Oh wait, sorry. You didn’t win did you

Lucian nods his head in reluctance.

Lucian Frost: I would congratulate you on your win, but you didn’t do hardly anything, it was all Jessie Salco’s doing. Kind of like your partnership with Ethan, you do hardly anything and pick up the spoils, most people have the odd one friend who hangs on to you like a bad smell. You’ll think of it and realise that you don’t have one, that’s because, Landon, it’s you!

Landon takes a step forward, jerking his head down so the two are nose to nose, Lucian just smiles with Landon getting more infuriated

Landon Axel: I saw on twitter that Mark, Christian and Erik are contemplating a slight change in the Blast from the Past Tournament, maybe you should step up to the plate and actually do something in a tournament. How did those go for you in the NWA?

Lucian’s smile drops.

Landon Axel: Losing twice to a woman I believe?

Lucian drops his icepack.

Lucian Frost: If the owners want to throw me in then that is fine, because I’m sure I’ll do more in it than you’ll ever do, I’m a two time tag, inaugural roulette champion and that is off my own doing. Perhaps growing a backbone and actually pulling your own weight, you’ll be able to boast accolades like me one day.

Landon has had enough as he hits Lucian in the face with the cup of steaming coffee, Lucian drops the championship and stumbles against the wall with his hands holding his face, Landon picks up the Tag Team Championship and readjusts his hold to grasp the main plate. Lucian moves his hands away slightly blinded, Landon takes a few steps forward and with all his might slams the main plate of the belt against Frost’ cranium, Lucian falls to the ground with a mighty wallop. Landon mounts Frost and begins to punch the forehead of the fallen champion, blood begins to treacle down the face of Frost, referee’s and backroom trainers rush onto the scene and pulls Axel off him. Trainers check on Frost, who’s face is a crimson mess, he sits up looking at Landon with a sadistic smile as a referee hands him his championship belt as the scene fades.

The blood flows down his face, a trainer gets a white towel and wipes away the blood, revealing a massive gouge in his forehead. Blood trickles back down Lucian’s face again. The taste of iron is left in his mouth as he watches security and trainers ushering Landon Axel out of the building. He cannot help but smile as he coughs ferociously, wiping the blood away from his eye sockets, but it seems to be doing more damage than good as a medical personal kneels down next to him.

”How are you feeling, Mister Frost?” the medical officer asks as he places his bag onto his thigh.

Lucian laughs “I’ve had a match earlier, I’ve just had hot coffee thrown into my face, a championship belt ‘bouncing’ against my forehead and I’ve lost a bit of blood” he looks at his blood stained wrestling attire and the pool of blood on the floor “correction, I’ve lost quite a lot of blood!” Lucian looks at the medical officer “So I’m terrific, thank you. How about yourself?”

The medical officer pulls out the necessary supplies out of his bag and looks at the gaping wound on his forehead. “I’m very worried about you, if I’m being honest, the wound looks like we may need to go to the local facility”

Lucian grabs the Tag Team Championship and looks at his reflexion in the main plate of the championship. “I may not have been victorious tonight, but the seed has been planted, the fall of Guns for Hire has just begun!”

Lucian laughs as the medical officer and SCW trainers help the fallen champion to his feet, his face a crimson mess with blood droplets dripping off his nose, the trainer holds another towel on the open wound. They head down the hallway towards the parking lot, an ambulance reverses up towards the door, back doors swing open to allow Lucian and the medical officer to climb inside before the ambulance roars off towards the local medical facility.

Location: Bakersfield, California
Date: 9th March, 2014
Time: 21:55 pm
Title: Bloodwork

After having plastic surgery on his forehead, allowing himself time to heal with a week away, Lucian decided to extract revenge after the attack by Landon Axel. Having looked on the twitter feed of Ethan Brody, seeing the chair he proposed to use on Scott Pandora and his saviours, Lucian had gone to a local hardware store to purchase a reel of barbwire, a glass bottle, glue and a towel. The match Blast from the Past tournament match had gotten underway, Lucian had created a replica of the chair pictured by Ethan Brody and created a towel with glass shards glued onto it, placing them both in a large black bag. He puts on the uniform of the SCW ringside crew, baseball cap and a fake pair of glasses, Lucian pushes the curtain aside and walks down the aisle, some of the fans glancing at him but not paying much attention, he walks past the feet of Ethan Brody and kneels down near the announce booth, sliding the bag underneath the ring and follows it underneath. The ring bounces from the action above, the room is very constricting as Lucian pulls the SCW ringcrew clothes off, waiting underneath for the perfect time to strike.


[ Footage taken from Climax Control ]

As Jessie Salco walks over towards Delia she has a slight look of concern on her face, ducking down the nXt bombshell tries to see if Delia is still awake but to her surprise Delia grabs her and pulls her down for a small package like pin. Jasmine is forced to make the count while Jessie is struggling.

1...

2...

Jessie almost makes is out but Delia grabs hold of the tights.

3...

Ding, ding, ding.

Delia lets go of Jessie and pushes her away from her, while Landon and Ethan look on in shock.

Justin: Here are your winners, Delia and Ethan!!!!!!

Adams: How did Jasmine not see that?

Simone: It’s VERY rare that Jasmine misses things like that, but I assure you once she sees the replay she will be devastated.

Adams: Poor Ethan, he has to put up with that thing for another week.

Back in the ring Ethan’s unsure about celebrating as Delia just fans him off with a coy wink and a smile. While Landon is comforting Jessie who is livid at Delia. Guns For Hire are groggy after the match, Landon Axel stumbles over to Ethan Brody with his hand extended, Brody hesitant but accepts it as “Salt in the Wound” begins to blast throughout the arena. The lights dim in the arena and the spotlight begins to scan the crowd, Landon stands in the ring looking around the crowd, Ethan Brody doesn’t take his eyes of the stage as he rests his forearms against the top rope. Lucian Frost crawls out from underneath the ring and peers into the ring to see where Landon Axel is, waiting for his moment as Axel turns away, Frost slides underneath the bottom rope with the SCW Tag Team Championship and a black bag in hand. Landon turns around as Lucian lets the bag go and slams the main plate of the belt into Axel’s cranium. The lights come back to normal, the movement in the ring and the thud of Axel hitting the canvas causes Brody to turn around, Brody sees Lucian standing there holding the championship belt, Frost rushes towards Brody who ducks underneath the belt, Lucian spins on the spot to be greeted with a boot into the stomach as Brody hooks the arm. The fans are going wild as Brody lifts Frost up in an Vertical Suplex, Lucian still has the championship belt in his other hand and uses it to his advantage, slamming the belt several times into Brody’s face causing him to drop Frost and stumble back into the ropes. Quickly getting to his feet, Lucian grabs the bag and pulls out what looks like a towel with glass shards glued onto it, Brody holds onto the top rope as he shakes his head vigorously, unaware of the unusual foreign object wrapped around Lucian’s fist. Ethan stumbles back towards Lucian, who hits Brody in the head with a right hand, Brody falls to the canvas as Frost mounts Brody and begins to pummel him with strong right hands that is covered with the towel of glass shards.

Simone: Brody is bleeding badly here

Adams: I hope I don’t get that towel in the showers later

Simone: I know Frost and Dough will have to face Guns for Hire in their rematch but Joshua Acquin stands before them in line.

Adams: Maybe this is a message to all challengers for the Tag Team Championships?

Simone: Jon Dough does his messages with the crowd behind him, what justifies Lucian using his title and this towel with glass, the fans are very mixed here as there is a huge fan base for Guns for Hire!

Lucian stands up leaving Ethan a crimson mess, a puddle of blood appearing underneath his cranium, Landon crawls towards his partner, Frost drops the towel and slides out of the ring to where he climbed out from and lifts the curtain up. He slides out a chair covered in barb-wire and lifts it high in the air for the crowd to see.

Simone: Didn’t Ethan post a picture of that chair several weeks ago, when he wanted to use it against the saviours, do you reckon that’s the same chair?

Adams: Would you like me to get twitter up, find the picture, go over to Lucian and ask him to stand there as I compare the picture to the chair? Jeez, that’s crazy. You’re crazy!

Simone: I have to work with this each and every week.

Adams: Apart from after supershows, you get a week off, but you miss me. I’ll tweet you my thoughts during that week.

Lucian Frost slides into the ring and places the chair onto the canvas, he walks over to Landon and pulls him via his arm over to the chair so Axel is resting chest first on the barb-wire, Lucian rushes over to the turnbuckle and climbs up to the top and executes the Ice Falls finisher. Landon screams out in pain as the barb-wire cuts into his chest, rolling off to see that the holes in his chest begin to ooze blood, Frost grabs his own chest as he gets to his feet and signals for the microphone from Justin. The lights dim as the spotlight above the ring shines down onto the Tag Team Champion, he picks up the Tag Team Championship and drapes it over his shoulder, blood spatter clearly visible on his face and on the mask of Lucian’s official t-shirt that he is wearing.

Lucian Frost: Nick Jones, Mark Ward, Despayre, Raynin and Lucian Frost all share one thing in common, they’ve all wrestled at the previous two Blaze of Glory shows and all victorious. With the third annual Blaze of Glory coming up there is only one man who’ll create history. At the first Blaze of Glory I defended my Roulette Championship against Bruce Hart, I was victorious. At the second Blaze of Glory I defended my Tag Team Championships against Max Burke and Trevor Irons, I was victorious with Kain by my side. I stand before you your reigning and defending Tag Team Champion, going into the third annual Blaze of Glory show a Champion, and me and Jon Dough will remain champions!

Crowd: DOUGH! DOUGH! DOUGH! DOUGH!

Lucian Frost: I am sure Joshua Acquin will have his partner, if it is him, or if it is Guns for Hire, or even both teams challenging, it doesn’t matter for himself or Jon. Victory at the greatest iShow known on the professional wrestling stage is vital. Champions need to show why they are on top of that division, Guns didn’t do that at My Bloody Valentine, and ironically they’re both bloody at my hands here tonight.

The crowd boos as a sadistic smile appears on his face

Crowd: GIMP, GIMP, WHEREEVER YOU MAY BE, YOU’VE LOST YOUR MASK AS WE CAN SEE, YOU’LL NEVER CHANGE, YOU WILL FOREVER BE, A FUCKING GIMP THAT WE ALL SEE!

Lucian nods his head at the soccer chant.

Lucian Frost: It’s not often you find a wrestling crowd with intelligence and ingenuity like that, but it doesn’t change the fact that Guns for Hire are bloody, look at Brody here.

Frost stands over Brody, leaning down to look at his bloody face and slaps his cheek, a laugh can be heard in the microphone as Lucian goes for another slap.

Lucian Frost: Argh!

Brody wraps his arms around and locks in Solitary Confinement to the audiences cheers, Lucian frantically wriggles and fights his way out of it, quickly sliding out of the ring with a look of horror on his face. Brody manages to drag himself over to the bottom rope with blood dripping down his face, glaring as best he can with blood dripping into his eyes, Lucian gets handed his Tag Team belt from one of the SCW crew and holds it high with a mixed reaction as he walks up the small aisleway as “The End” begins to blast through the arena.

Simone: Lucian Frost may have bloodied Brody but the British Veteran showed he has plenty of fight and heart left in him.

Adams: Whomever Lucian Frost faces at Blaze of Glory, he’ll be on top of his game, making it sound like it’s his event when he shares such prestige with several others.

Simone: Whatever the case is, we’ve got a Guns For Hire in the semi-finals of the Blast from the Past tournament, let’s not forget that shall we.

Location: Northridge, California
Date: 15th March, 2014
Time: 16:15 pm
Title: Return of the Burke

“Make sure it is delivered this Sunday at the Matadome” Lucian confirms “It is vital to what I want to do before my match” he pauses as the voices at the other end of the phone talk “No it isn’t going to be used in any sort of match, it’ll be just a prop, but if it isn’t there then there is no point to this. You understand how important this is!” Lucian awaits the persons response. “Wonderful, you’ll be paid in full on Sunday. Goodbye and thank you” Lucian hangs the phone up. “Idiots”

Lucian Frost stands in front of the Matadome enterance, posters of Climax Control is situated either side of the doors, he is wearing a black suit with his hair waxed in place and a pair of sunglasses perched on his forehead. He is chewing gum as he places his phone into his inside pocket, looking into the camera with a smirk on his face, chewing the gum in his mouth as he begins to talk.

“I think it’s safe to say that this isn’t going to be the normal ‘Lucian Frost’ you’ve gotten to know and love, I think the people who follow my twitter account can clarify that, there seems to be a change in me in recent weeks. One to which is very ‘uncharacteristic’ of myself. Whereas before Lucian Frost was just a bit-part player, appearing in his matches, maybe the odd ‘weird’ part of the show and the odd tweet here and there, keeping myself to myself. But where is the fun in that? I’ve lost the mask, should  I be the generic man that blends in, being another number of Mark Wards chequebook.. OR shall I be the agent of chaos and make sure that people remember just who the hell I am” He smiles “I think we know the answer to that one, don’t we”

Lucian looks to the side and spits the gum out.

“This week is going to be interesting as I face an old foe of my past, a year ago a team known as Young Lions challenged myself and Kain, they failed on more than one attempted and Trevor Irons has never been seen again. The other man of this duet is off course, Max Burke, the man who went onto Roulette Championship success and the number one contender for the Heavyweight Championship. Now if he remained the way he did, a Young Lion, he’d be in exactly the same boat as me. BUT he evolved, changed, and he’s competing at a level I see myself competing. The SCW Heavyweight Wrestling Championship. I’ve learnt the lesson the hard way, keeping that mask on, being the puppet for the people and being constricted and buried whilst other pass me by. WELL NOT ANYMORE!”

Lucian unbuttons his suit jacket and opens it up, revealing the SCW Tag Team Championship belt, he picks at some of the dark spatters on the main plate.

“See that, dried blood, must be Ethan’s or Landon’s from last week, really should polish this but it adds to the character of the belt. I’ve caused so much turmoil for the Guns for Hire! I’ve done more for this Tag division than anyone else, I’ve made that belt…wanted. Before there wasn’t NOT ONE person wanting the Tag Team belts, now I’ve upset a few people we’ve got the former champions wanting their rematch, Joshua Acquin wants to hold onto this belt, Ben  Jordan and Jordan Williams expressed an interest prior to the Blast from the Past tournament. Face it, controversy has brought the division back from the dead. And the person who is the number one contender for the Tag Team Belts, Joshua Acquin, is the referee for my match up with Max Burke.

He sighs, smiling afterwards as he looks down at the ground, looking up into the camera.

“I’m sure the power trip you’re on is major, I mean come on, one victory over me and pinning two guys seems to have excited you in a very stimulating way. Wearing the referee shirt and having control over my match is empowering, Max Burke and I share no love towards each other, probably more a mutual respect since I’ve opened my eyes. The final say will be with you. But I’m sure you’ll do the right thing. I know you won’t do it but when I hook the leg of Max Burke, looking you straight in the eye as you slap your hand down for the three count, you will try to attack but I’ll be waiting. Or you can take my title and hand it to me, raising it up for all to see, declaring me the winner, a sight you’ll see at Blaze of Glory too so you can say you’ll be getting a sneak peak of your future”

Lucian laughs, unclasping the belt from around his waist, holding the belt high by the strap as he stares into the camera.

 In the end of days it was said that one man would stand up and fight. Those where the words that continued to echo in the heads of the optimists, hoping for that day to come soon, the pessimists knew of the prophecy but had lost faith in its entirety. Their world is crashing and burning around them, hope and prayer had no place on the battlefield, and this was a war that wouldn’t be won by aspiration. It would be won through fighting.

Years have passed since the first attack on the main citadel, a peaceful day destroyed in a mere moment when a missile pierced through the orange clouds, destroying the council’s chambers in a ginormous explosion.  The race known as the Utopians seized the citadel, the Skylarian’s tried everything they could to prevent the destruction and overruling of their city, however the day was won by the Utopians as the citadel fell. That day marked the beginning of the war.

The Skylarian’s where a peaceful yet powerful race in the Martizore System, having kept the peace throughout the galaxy without resorting to violence, many herald them gods whilst others, if only in the minority, despised them for their interventions and rewriting fate. No one dared to rage war against them, not even the mercenary worlds where that foolish; the legend of their great wrath was told throughout the generations as bedtime stories.

The Utopians had not been seen for many a millennia, taught to Skylarian children in their history lessons, the ancient Utopian brought peace and equality throughout the galaxies as peacekeepers. General Kane seized the chance to abuse his power in many systems, creating many of the mercenary worlds in his wake, causing havoc and rage wherever he went as he craved control. In an epic war against his own people, the Utopian world was sucked into a vortex with General Kane’s fleets supposedly destroyed once the vortex had shut.  

They were wrong.

General Kane’s fleet was encapsuled in what can only be described as a time bubble, following the creation of the Vortex by his own scientists, they failed to see that once the vortex had shut that the consequence was several energy rays where unleashed causing anything near them to be frozen. General Kane’s fleet was frozen in time and space. Slowly the bubble unfroze through time only to learn of the new race, the Skylarians, had taken over where the Utopians had left off. This was something General Kane couldn’t allow.

His craving for power was as prominent as ever, he had destroyed his own planet to seize it only for it to be taken from him by a single moment, General Kane now had the chance to wipe the Skylarian race from the galaxy and become the new Lord and master of time and space. Peace rewritten to his own manuscript, planets kept in line through fear, any challengers to his monarchy would be destroyed thanks to his flagship. The Destroyer.

The Council chambers destroyed by a single missile, the squadron deployed at General Kane’s  command seized control of the citadel, General Kane would finally get what he thinks his finally his. Control. The citadel fell and other nearby towns destroyed, slowly the Utopians where gaining control of the Skylarian homeworld, the resistance finally rising up from the ashes to do what they swore never to do. Use violence in order to keep the peace.

***

“It happened again last night”

I gaze up to the panelled ceiling before tightening my eyes shut.

“The visions of war”

I had often put these down to my creative imagination, using the creativity of these dreams to use in art, writing and drama. They were not as prominent as they are now.

“I thought it was a vision of nine eleven but it was a missile zooming across the amber sky, destroying the largest building in a flash, I can feel the rubble hitting my skin as I run with my father and mother.”

I tighten my eyes even more than what I’m already doing to remember the visions

“I see people coming towards us, they have advanced weapons, one by one they kill the people in front of me. I always feel my heart racing in fear thinking I’m next but it doesn’t happen. I manage to escape them and run into my father’s work”

Even though I describing this man to be my father, I don’t recognise him whatsoever, my father doesn’t look like the man in my dreams yet It feels right calling him dad.

“He is an advanced scientist and has a teleportation device, my mother perished as she shut the door behind us, my father kept repeating that I was the chosen one and that it would be down to me to save the race”

I knew what the race is called, the skylarians, however I don’t want to admit it out loud.

“They said that a prophecy was made at my birth, that ’In the end of days I will bring balance and peace through self-sacrifice’ I thought that sounded a bit martyr –ish but my father believed it and shoved me  into the device and I wake up in my childhood bed here.. Am  I going crazy?”

I’ve asked myself this many a time. A childhood dream repeating like a broken record, yet it seemed so real, that the dream wasn’t a dream but a memory. But how can it be a memory? It would mean that I would be from an alien race. That’s absurd!

“I think it’s dreams with hidden meanings…”

The psychiatrist doesn’t seem to be taking me seriously, going on about deeper meanings like it’s the absolute answer, no he’s mistaken and I’m not sure why I bothered coming to him in the first place. I should of written an online blog or wrote a diary entry for all the good this has done me.

“Maybe” I replied without taking my interest in what he’s saying “Same time next week?” I’m not going to bother returning “Thank you kindly”

I couldn’t get out of the office quick enough. My body seems to be feeling funny, almost like a tired sensation coming over my body as I step into the alleyway. My heart pounding so fast, my body numb and tingly, everything around me is becoming hazy with everything becoming a bright white light…

***

I crash to the floor with the sound of explosions crashing around me, rubble scattered everywhere, the amber sky filled with ships and laser fire as I get up to my feet. This was not earth. I look at my attire and it had changed into something completely different, it was as though I had stepped from reality and into my vision. This cannot be possible. I have an important schedule this summer with Sin City Wrestling, this cannot be happening to me, I cannot just disappear from the face of the earth to appear in this world. Even the sound of that sounds crazy as it supports the notion of teleportation, that hasn’t been created on Earth and not been seen in the wrestling world, why now and why is it happening to me? Lasers flash quickly past my head as I duck behind some large rocks in the hope to avoid being hit.

”Did it work?” a voice in the distances yells

I look through the smoke to see a couple of figures running towards me, one of the men glances at me and smiles, the other looks in complete disbelief

“I cannot believe it” the man in shock says “He’ll be key to this war effort!”

“No” the smiling man snapped in response “He ]IS the man who’ll bring this war to an end”

“How can you be so certain?” The other questions

The smiling man touches my face, tightening the hug, he is very excited to see me and I am not sure why

“He is his father’s son” he gazes into my eyes “It is as the prophesy foretold…” he looks at his companion “This is the end of days!”

***

It was a cold night in the Skylarian hospital, a respected scientist for the council stands by his wifes bed, gripping tightly to her hand as the midwife tells her to push. The two had been excited about the birth of their son. They got told that they couldn’t have children; something his wife was eager to be was a mother. One night from out of the rain a seer appeared on their doorsteps saying just one thing. “The child will bring about the end of days, the one man will stand and fight!”. She collapsed and died on their doorstep. From that moment the wife conceived and this was the day that child would be born.

The council knew of this prophesy and stood in the hallway watching with great care, if it was true then a storm would be irrupting in their futures and this child would be the key to it all, they watched as the final push happened and the midwife hands their bloodied son into the arms of a very sore mother. The father smiles in joy with tears running down his face, He had dreamt of seeing his son, imagining what he’d look like, nothing could comprehend the feelings of joy and emotion as it hits him all at once. The council members look upon each other with cautious looks upon their faces.

The day that the council chambers was destroyed by a single missile, was the day that all the years of planning and preparation was gone, only a few holo-documents remain that only spoke of the prophecy. Word was spread to the men and women who faught the Utopians, a message of hope and belief, that one sentence inspired countless men and women to sacrifice themselves for the fight of their homeworld.

The father grabbed his small son and wife and headed through the streets, missing wild fire and rubble to get to his father’s lab, the wife grabbed a dead utopians weapon and begins to fire it towards oncoming troops. The father rushes around his desk and places his son into the teleportation device, tears running down his face as he glances back to see his wife being struck and falling dead to the ground, as the door shut the father quickly kisses the temple of his son and presses the button to send him away from the war. One day he will return to fulfil the prophecy.

***

A lot of people will be wondering what happened to me all those months ago, momentum going in my favour and the only way is up, however an unforeseen event in my life prevented me to fulfil those dreams and now I begin my journey again. More wiser, a battle worn warrior, ready to combat Sin City Wrestling once more to create a new legacy. Some will remember me whilst others will encounter me for the first time, the man you remember has gone, a new man stands before you and will make my return at the last supercard of the year. December to Dismember part two.

I return to possibly gain the right to be one half of the Tag Team Championships, a delightful prospect to be a champion once again, am I ready to be that champion the SCW needs me to be? Am I really the man ready to take the reins of the division in the hope to rejuvenate it? I have seen great teams come and fall; I have defeated some of those great teams and fallen to the lesser too. I have seen great champions crowned, men who have deserved the accolade champion and I’ve seen great championships held by men who’ve not been ready to hold the belt. I am not sure which category you’d class me as but whatever the case is I’m ready to make my return into the  SCW, ready to travel up the long winding road once more.

Jon Dough said he may go if he was put in a championship match, Steve Ramone has always been on the cusp of achieving great things, Aaron Matthews is someone who’ll never let tradition die, Brother Grimm has been there with Goth but does he want it again with someone completely different? Eric Steel could prove to be the dark horse and then there is me… With Ben and Jordan returning as a team you know full well that this odd combination will face stiff competition from a championship winning team, whomever claims the belts will be in for a fight going into two thousand and fourteen. I for one would look forward to the challenge of them if I managed to snatch one of those belts from the rung. To make the belt my own and fight the former heavyweight champion and an Atlantic Championship Wrestling legend would make my comeback that much more special.

I know I may not be the same as I once was, I might of improved, or I might have destroyed everything I once stood for. One thing is for sure is that this time I will not leave the promotion without achieving what I originally set out for, one step at a time, one match at a time and if my return match is a championship winning one, then to whomever else stands by my side let them know that I am not just a worthy man to be partnered with but I fight until the very end to defend the gold with.

For I am LUCIAN FROST

THE MYSTERIOUS ENIGMA RETURNS

AND IT IS TIME TO DECIPHER THE CODE

  “The future depends on what we do in the present.” -Mahatma Gandhi

Lucian Frost is amongst an elite few to claim that he’s one title away from becoming Grand-Slam Champion in Sin City Wrestling, he is also amongst a small handful to win at the first and second Blaze of Glory events, this Sunday he looks to add Into the Void to those lists of accomplishments of being one of a few to hold victories at both events. Matthew Barnes downfall and short reign in the SCW epitomised his destruction at last year’s event, this year Frost faces one of those men to have captured the roulette and tag team championships, The Freight Train Casey Williams, the classic team sin city wrestling against team Erik, the age old historic battle of David versus Goliath. David defeated the giant on that occasion will the same happen at into the void?

Date: 17th June 2013
Location: Mardin, Turkey
Time: 12:45pm
Title: Tall Order

It had been a long journey from the United States to the United Kingdom, waiting around for the next flight was boring beyond belief, yet Lucian sat around in Heathrow Terminal before boarding his plane to his true destiny. Turkey. Little under a week prior to his encounter with the freight train, not exactly the ideal time for a holiday most will say, however he had alternative motive for his visit to transcontinental country. Sitting on the plane watching the passengers reactions to the flight whilst in transit, glancing up with the inflight movie every now and then, having his face covered by his long black hair to not expose his horrible scares on his face. Upon arriving in the hot climate that is Turkey, Lucian hailed down a taxi from outside the airport, telling the driver its destination before slamming the door shut and getting comfortable for the long journey ahead of them.

A few hours pass and Lucian had fallen asleep as the driver pulls up outside of a rural landscape of Turkey, nudging Lucian awake he pulls out several Lira and handing it to the driver, Frost climbs out as the taxi pulls away leaving a dust trail in its wake. Lucian begins his long trek down a small narrow driveway into a large field, pulling out his traditional mask and sliding it over his head tucking his hair in at the back, the climates heat causes Lucian to roast underneath the mask as he walks up to a large farm house. The sun piercing overhead with several cattle drinking from the troff, an elderly Turkish man walks out of the house and walks towards the barn, Lucian watches as he sees the person he had come here to see and glances into the camera as he slowly walks over to the barn.

“ In the fictional creation known as ‘the Bible’, a great Philistine warrior from Gath was slain by a man with a stone and sling, who could of fathomed such a concept that a man holding a stone and sling could defeat a great warrior? Many theorists and authors try to disprove it, saying the great warrior usually would have one sixty six per cent of the time, trying to disprove the added title of the ‘underdog always has it’s day’. Can an average sized man actually defeat a great warrior like the biblical legend says?”

Lucian stops walking as he reaches the barn, the elderly Turkish man enters the barn, Lucian glances up for a second before continuing to talk to the camera.

“This great philistine warrior from Gath was known by the name, Goliath, the biblical legend says that Saul and the Israelites are facing the Philistines near the Valley of Elah. Twice a day for forty days, Goliath, the champion of the Philistines, comes out between the lines and challenges the Israelites to send out a champion of their own to decide the outcome in single combat, but Saul and all the Israelites are afraid. Imagine that they travelled all that way to get challenged only to back down from it, yet a young man heard of this challenge and accepted it, Soul offered his armour but this young man declined only armed with a rock and sling! The two didn’t really fight, the young man slung a rock into the great warriors head, he falls to the ground and the great warriors head is severed! From being a champion of the Philistines he was dethroned by one single hit to the forehead! That young man was known as David and that is the tale of David versus Goliath…why do I recite this?”

Lucian holds his arm up, pointing towards a man holding a cain, the camera pans to the side to see that it isn’t any normal man, having to step back to get the whole man into sight next to the very small masked man next to him.

“This is Sultan Kösen, officially the world’s tallest man, a simple farmer who kept on growing thanks to his hormones. Thankfully for him he got treatment and his growth has since stopped, but doesn’t take away the fact that he stands at an impressive eight foot three inches, dwarfing everyone who stands next to him, I mean look at me I’m only Five foot Seven inches and I look like a child compared to him. A true Goliath! The man I am facing Sunday is the freight train of Pain, better known as Casey Williams, a man who stands at seven foot himself will battle me in what is naturally described as a David versus Goliath contest! I may not be armed with a sling shot or rock, you may not be the champion to your people, what we are…are two hungry competitors wanting success, wanting the recognition we deserve, wanting to challenge the very best this company has. I want to challenge for the Heavyweight Championship and defeating you will prove a major factor in accomplishing that goal! My arsenal of weapons for this Sunday is something you’ve got to be wary off because, Casey, if you are like Goliath and allow me in with one single shot, one single move then you could be the one on the floor whilst this David, this young man topples the almighty giant and shows the entire SCW that Lucian Frost is wanting success once more!”

Lucian walks over to Sultan Kösen and holds his hand out, Kösen a little confused at the sight of a masked man, extends his hand out and the two shake before Frost walks into the barn. Sultan Kösen slowly walks behind with the aid of his walking stick, only to be shocked at seeing the elderly gentleman holding a wrench near the tractor, the two exchange some words in Turkish wondering where the masked man disappeared too but Lucian had disappeared leaving the cameraman to switch the camera off and make his own way back.

Date: 22nd June 2013
Location: Las Vegas, Nevada.
Time: 14:23pm
Title: Into the Void Part II

The passing of Pernicious had hit Carlos Duquesne hard, standing in the middle of the cemetery all alone as the large casket is lowered into the large hole, the reverent saying a few words but Carlos isn’t listening as he looks at the headstone through his sunglasses. The reverent closes the bible as the casket is fully lowered, the reverent pats Carlos on the shoulder before leaving, Carlos stands over the casket and looking down at it. Carlos pulls out a cigar and drops it on top of the casket, along with an official picture of Pernicious as an SCW competitor, he takes off his sunglasses and places them in his inside pocket before grabbing a handful of dirt and chucking it on top. Lucian Frost appears from out of nowhere and stands next to the old man.

“How are you feeling?” Lucian asks gracefully, placing a reassuring hand on Carlos shoulder, looking down at the casket with him. “I know you wanted to destroy my career not too long ago, he was a goliath of a man, but his demons couldn’t be defeated as it proved to be his personal demise!”

Carlos nods “He was a fool” he looks at the masked man “I took from the underground scene and given the platform to perform!” Carlos looks back down at casket “A chance to succeed but he decided to get himself suspended and ultimately got himself killed!” Carlos covers his mouth with a tissue as he  hacks away with his nagging cough “I can’t get rid of this godforsaken cough!”

Frost laughs “Don’t worry I’ve got a bit of a cold since coming back from Europe” Frost notices the men standing with shovels near the mound of dirt. “Look why don’t we get out of here, let him rest as best as he can, we’ve got to prepare for this Sunday!”

“The man who said Mark Ward is a man with empty promises that nothing’s going to happen to him” Carlos snorts “The man who couldn’t prevent his teams loss against team SCW, the man who couldn’t capture the tag team championships the previous week to that, he lost to his partner Matthew Kennedy for the number one contendership for the roulette championship…is he sure nothing’s going to happen to him since the only thing he could do is win!” Carlos laughs “and that is a silly statement to make since he’s one fruitcake short of a bake sale away from winning any sort of match!”

Carlos and Lucian walk over to Duquesne personal hired car, Carlos nods towards his driver to hold the door open for him as he steps inside, Lucian walks around the car and gets in himself next to the elderly man, who has pulled out a glass of Champaign from one of the side compartments and begins to sip from it as the driver turns the key in the ignition and begins to pull away.

“It is the classic David versus Goliath match, Lucian, you’re going to have to fire that one vital shot to lay the beast down” Carlos glances over to the masked man “I know I said he’s on a losing streak but you’ve been a bit hit and miss lately. A victory will do you the world of good!”

Lucian sighs “I can and will win, Carlos” Lucian looks at Duquesne. “Kain has returned as he looks to get the Roulette Championship, a title he deserves through all his hard efforts, if one half of Blood Omen can challenge for gold then I don’t see why I cannot be considered for a heavyweight championship match!” Carlos has a coughing fit and allowing him to catch his breath Lucian continues “I know I could of entered the massive battle royal but I don’t want to chance my way to the title, I don’t want to do a Carter and win a contract only to not use it, I want to earn my way and in my year and so in the company not once have I even contemplated or challenged for that title” Lucian stares straight ahead “I want to challenge for the SCW Heavyweight Championship, my partner Kain has and he didn’t succeed, I deserve that opportunity to challenge Jordan or Simon and by defeating Casey Williams hopefully I’ll be one step closer in achieving this!”

Carlos smiles, drinking his champagne, nodding at everything Lucian has just said “My boy, you are the inaugural Roulette Champion and have become the second longest reigning Tag champions in SCW History, you have lost to some big names but you’ve also defeated some!” Carlos looks at Frost who continues to stare straight ahead “By defeating Casey Williams, another man trying to challenge for the Heavyweight Championship, by defeating the Freight Train of Pain himself you’ll be that step closer in achieving your goal!”

The driver pulls out onto the highway as Carlos’ phone begins to ring, Carlos pulls his cellular phone out and begins to talk, Lucian glances over to him to see if he is paying attention to him, but Carlos is too engulfed in his conversation to worry about the masked man sitting next to him. Lucian pulls out his phone and pulls up the camera option, switching it from picture to video, he lifts it head height and presses record.

“It’s only a few days until Into the Void two, a night where the ownership of the SCW will be decided in one match, either Mark and Christian will reign supreme or Erik Staggs finally accomplishes the unthinkable and lead the rebellion to victory against the loyalists. That will be decided in the main event, what would have been decided is another Team Erik versus Team SCW match, Casey Williams against yours truly. A man who says he is going to pull my own ass over my head, truly flattering imagery that one needs going into this match, someone who wants to touch my ass and try to do things with it.. but you said something more interesting, that I miss the place that shall not be named, you could be further from the truth Casey. Me and Kain got up to equal merit with a team that hadn’t tagged together for a long time, where we considered challengers for the straps, even considered for a future match… no! I had raised up the ranks in both Cruiserweight and TV and not once had I been given a title opportunity! To say I miss that place is like saying I missed a turd once it had squeezed from my cheeks! You are right that place put SCW through hell, we had managed to get three out of the four titles, but I’m sure the board wasn’t too happy that the lifeblood of that place dominated it’s so-called heritage! Why they did what they did to Spike is unforgivable but let’s face it, the SCW didn’t need that place to survive, that place needed the SCW!”

“Casey you said your actions will speak louder than any word I could fathom, well like Carlos said earlier, you haven’t had the best of luck as of late concerning matches, so if the action you speak off is of your past then I do not fear your wrath. But if you mean what you’re going to try and attempt I still am not going to fear the wrath and fear the pain that you will bring! Goliath thought he was untouchable with the fear and status he got within the community, yet his downfall lead to bigger and better things, you maybe the goliath in this contest and by defeating you you’ll be left derailed and off course from what you truly want. That same thing you want is what I want too… the triple crown, the grand-slam monarch of the SCW. Both you and I wouldn’t dare be considered the grand slam champion amongst the names we have on the roster however dreams are dreamt and dreams can sometimes come true. Lucian Frost is hoping to live that dream and be the first man to hold the Roulette, Tag Team and the Heavyweight champioinship! I will experience the once in a lifetime opportunity, Casey, you can enjoy it from a fans viewpoint as not only will Team SCW prevail in our match but they’ll prevail in the main event, proving why the loyalists of SCW are better than the rebellion of Team Erik!”

Lucian presses the stop button on his phone, lowering it down and watching some of it as Carlos ends his call, Lucian pauses it and glances over at Carlos.

“Mahatma Gandhi once said that ‘The future depends on what we do in the present’” Lucian says as Carlos looks at him “What I’m going to do is beat Casey Williams at Into the Void and move on to challenge for the Heavyweight Championship!”

Carlos smiles as he places his drink down and pulls out a cigar, Lucian glances out of the passenger side window, the car carries on driving through the busy highway as the scene slowly begins to fade away to black…..

 “In other news the body of a professional wrestlers was discovered this evening”

The local news anchor stands in front of a nearby motel, police sirens flashing behind her with an ambulance parked out front, the anchor looks over their shoulder to see a couple of men wheeling the stretcher with a black body bag placed on top.

“Earlier this evening the body was discovered by one of the motel employees, the man is yet to be identified, however early indications show that it’s an apparent suicide.”

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Mortician Malcolm Daniels places his hand underneath the tap, washing his surgical gloves of the excess blood, he then switches the tap off and pulls the gloves from his hands and places them into his bin. He glances across at the door to see the lead detective walk in with an elderly gentleman, Malcolm walks over to the slab and picks up his notes, the detective places his hand on the elderly man’s shoulder for comfort.

“Evening Malcolm” The detective nods towards the mortician “this is Mister Duquesne, he’s here to identify the body” the detective looks at the emotionless face of Carlos Duquesne “We’re ready in your own time.”

“Just get this over and done with” Carlos Duquesne blurts out bluntly “Time is money, may sound like I am not showing my respect to the dead, but unfortunately my business doesn’t stop because of someone’s passing”

The detective and Malcolm share and awkward glance between the two before the mortician lifts the sheet up to expose the bodies face. Carlos looks down at the motionless body and closes his eyes, flapping his gloved hand to indicate he wants it covered, the mortician places the sheet back over the body and looks at the detective.

“So Mister Duquesne, can you confirm that this is..”

“It is” Carlos interrupts “I will make the funeral arrangements once the body is released”
The detective nods “I understand but we still need to ask you a few questions upon the matter of his death, Mister Duquesne, so if you please” he points towards the door they entered in. Carlos sighs and walks towards the door and exits. The detective shakes his head in disgust “You’re lucky the people you meet are unable to talk back to you”

“Ah” Malcolm smiles “You see each body does talk to me, in their own unique way, like this one says that a lethal concoction of alcohol and drugs caused this poor young fellows demise”

“Do you reckon it’s foul play that could of lead to his death?” The detective ponders.

“No” Malcolm answers back firmly “There is no signs of a struggle nor where there indications of any foul play, this guy seems to have inflicted this upon himself, Detective”  Malcolm reaches over to pick up a brown bag “These are his belongings, there are a few specs of blood on his clothes that’s being sent to the lab but the only thing out of the ordinary is the guys mask.”

The Detective takes the bag and pulls out the evidence pouch containing the man’s mask. “He was a wrestler so unless he’s a drugged up gimp, I’m safe to assure you that it’s his costume” he places the evidence pouch back into the paper bag.

Malcolm looks at the sheet of the man “did Duquesne give us his name?”

The detective shakes his head “I’m going to see if I can answer that very question”

Malcolm hands over his notes to the detective as the two smile towards one another, the detective begins to walk out of the mortuary whilst glancing down at the file, deep inside he is dreading questioning the arrogant business man but the man needs a name.

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Carlos Duquesne opens the door of his office, the room is dark as he closes the door and steps into the room, he flicks the switch of his desk lamp as he drapes his coat on the back of the chair and sits down behind his desk. He opens the draw of his desk and pulls out a single glass and a bottle of whisky. Carlos pours the amber liquid in and begins to drink.

“I’m sorry to hear of your loss” A voice says from the shadows.

Carlos continues to drink the rest of his glass before answering back “What do you care?” he slams the glass on the table “he was the reason you couldn’t perform!”

From out of the shadows steps Lucian Frost. “You tried to put me out of commission, you wanted vengeance, and he almost gave you it”

Carlos smirks as he pours himself another glass “You obviously heard he was suspended by Sin City Wrestling and the Alliance” he takes a sip from his drink “All I wanted was for him to wrestle, he had potential, I had him set up for a contract with Atlantic Championship Wrestling but this all blew up in my face.” Carlos reaches across his desk and pulls out a cigar “I wasn’t allowed to appear at shows unless he had sorted himself out. Well now I guess I’ll be able to appear but what is the point?”

Lucian nods his head “Pernicious’ death was untimely to say the least”

Carlos lights up his cigar and takes a long inhale “What happened to Aleksei Koji? One minute he was representing you in our battle and the next he’s off in the alliance, young lions disappearing, no sign of him even helping you in your tag title conquest”

Lucian sighs “I cannot answer that as I do not know the answer” Lucian sits down in the chair opposite Carlos “I focused on to many things, I focused on WCCW and it messed with my SCW career, I focused on SCW and it destroyed my NWA ventures, I focused on being apart of Team SCW and its destroyed my career. I was WCCW Texas Heavyweight and SCW Tag Team Champion and now I’m nothing.” Lucian looks down at the floor “Blood Omen has suffered because of me,  I lost the semi-final match in the super J…Aleksei hasn’t been around for me!”

Carlos places his cigar down into his personalised ash tray “Consider this a proposition then, Lucian, you’re wayward in your quest of becoming successful and I can help you. Pernicious’ almost discredited me by his foolish antics but consider this a truce and a new alliance between Carlos Duquesne and Lucian Frost.” Lucian doesn’t say anything. “I know we’ve had our exchanges but I know you’d got a match coming up with Giani, your chance to show everyone that you are still a championship contender in the SCW!”

“Maybe” Lucian says without conviction.

Carlos smirks as he leans forward in his office chair and begins to talk to the masked enigma, Lucian nods along with certain points in agreement, the two continue the talk late into the night.

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R E S T  I N  P E A C E
PERNICIOUS
1985 - 2013

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The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You do not blame them on your partner, the ecology, or the president. You realize that you control your own destiny.

I have been so focused on so many things that the destiny I bestowed upon myself has whittled away, the tag team glory extinguished, Super J glory burned to the ground, being a successful champion destroyed within a heartbeat.

I have now got to prove myself once again, I have to step up to the plate and show the entire rostrum why I am amongst a small handful of claiming grand slam glory, why I am a multi-time champion within the SCW.

That starts with Giani Di Luca.

The man who represented Bad-Ass Championship Wrestling, the man who guided James Huntington Hawkes the Third, the guy who has aligned themselves with Team Erik. Team Erik versus Team SCW, Frost versus Giani.

No faction is better or worse than the other, both wanting the same result, both built upon the same mould.

I know Giani will be wanting to destroy this Team SCW member and want to show his devotion to Erik Staggs, however this team SCW member is looking to show Mark and Christian that I am worth wearing the banner as we both look to gain control of this promotion.

I look forward to the battle that’ll be shake the very foundation of this company, at hostile takeover I couldn’t do that, at climax control it’ll be a different story!

Lucian Frost returns…

 Prologue

Blood Omen’s reign as SCW Tag Team Champions has come to an abrupt end.

Lucian Frost’s desire of becoming the Super J Cup Winner of Two Thousand Thirteen came to a bitter end.

Although he is the newly crowned Texas Heavyweight Champion in WCCW, the mysterious enigma is left pondering many things over the past few weeks, the one that leaves Frost the most puzzled is this…

What is next for Lucian Frost?

With the revolutionary group lead by Erik Staggs has left the SCW wheeling in turmoil.

His tag team partner, Kain, being scouted by both Team Erik and Team SCW, will Mark or Erik come touting himself or is Lucian Frost a valueless asset for both parties.

Ace Baldwin and Kevin Carter defend the championships against former champion Jordan Williams and Tom Dudely, will Blood Omen get the rematch they deserve against the champions, or with the split of alliances on the rostrum mean they’d have to earn a shot once more.

With Lucian Frost facing former Two Time Heavyweight Champion, Nick Jones, this week on Climax Control. Is this the chance to show the staff what value he is to them, perhaps finally propelling himself into the limelight to potentially do what his partner has done in the past, become a contender for the SCW Heavyweight Championship.

After being made to tap out at the hands of the current SCW Bombshell Champion, Misty, Lucian sat in the back of the ACW Live show watching the events of the evening on a little monitor. The medical team had given him a towel filled with ice cubes to place on his injured neck, his entire body aching in pain from the tough contest he’d just endured, disappointment cannot escape him as he’d came so close to achieving something monumental but fallen so close to the finish line. A couple of the ACW stars had came in to show their condolences, although accepting it through courtesy, all Lucian wanted was to just be alone.

Within a space of a few weeks Lucian had felt the ecstasy of becoming a multi-regional champion, holding both WCCW Texas Heavyweight and SCW Tag Team Championships, as well as booking his place into the semi finals of the Super J Cup. He then felt the lows as he lost the SCW Tag Titles to no fault of his own, his persistent neck problems almost made him a paraplegic, and he’d now been knocked out of the Super J Cup at the hands of Misty for the second year in a row. With general uncertainty of where his future lies, all Lucian wanted to do is just think about everything that has happened, try to get back onto his feet and prove once again why he is a multi-time SCW and current reigning WCCW Champion.

Ben Jordan and Misty stand in the middle of the ACW Ring, preparing for the beginning of the Super J Cup Final, although feeling very disappointed it wasn’t him, Lucian is routing for the Cockney Ben to beat his adversary in this particular tournament. A knock at the door comes; Lucian is too focused on the monitor to even acknowledge it, before stepping into the room the Atlantic Championship Wrestling reporter, DeMarcus Paris, peers around the door before stepping into the room with microphone in hand. DeMarcus had hoped to of caught Lucian after his match but Frost had disappeared off the radar. Finally the African-Canadian had found the masked wrestler, brimming from ear to ear as he looks at the SCW representative in hope to catch his eye, but the masked man continues to look in the direction of the monitor.

DeMarcus clears his throat “Is it okay to grab a couple of words with you, Lucian?”  

A little reluctant to stand up at first, he didn’t want to be disturbed let alone interviewed; Lucian glances at the reporter before letting out a sigh. Gingerly pushing himself up to a vertical standpoint, Lucian holds the towel filled with ice to his neck, glancing back and forth from DeMarcus and the Monitor.

DeMarcus radiates of confidence as he stands there, lifting up his microphone before speaking “Commiserations on your semi final defeat to Misty, you came such a long to showcase how much of a force Sin City Wrestling has been within the National Wrestling Alliance, defeat tonight is always quite upsetting but what are your thoughts on how your match went?”

Lucian sighs as he just looks at the ACW Reporter “Before the draw of the Semi-Finals I said that I’d of liked it to have been an SCW final, Misty versus Frost, but unfortunately we where drawn together at the Semi’s to at least guarantee an SCW representative in the final” Lucian points towards the monitor with his free hand “In that ring stands the victor of this tournament, one of those wrestlers will walk out with the cup and achievement of being known as the Super J Cup Winner of two thousand thirteen. Do I feel like it should have been me, who wouldn’t, everyone apart of this tournament didn’t enter to make the numbers up. They entered to win. To fail at the semi-final stage feels me with utter distain, a bad taste in my mouth knowing if I tried that bit harder I may have been wrestling Ben Jordon tonight”

DeMarcus nods “Throughout the build up of this show, Ben Jordan spoke about how he’d like to face you in the final, even with the tension and hype between Ben and Misty. His admiration for you must have been an uplift for yourself knowing he’s only just started in this wrestling industry?”

“I know what it is like to be an inaugural champion of a promotion, I was the first man to ever hold the Roulette Championship, the expectation of you to perform as a champion builds week in and week out. To be the man who’s not just the maritime junior heavyweight champion, as well as one half of the tag team champions, it’s a huge amount of expectation for anyone to do it week in and week out” Lucian lets out an unexpected cough “..Excuse me. As I was saying the expectation is huge and for him to show his admiration and desire to face me is always flattering, I’d of loved it to be me and Ben Jordan as I think we’d of blown the roof of this place out with an incredible match. But it wasn’t to be and I hope Ben Jordan does win it and proves why he is a double champion and a man on the up within the alliance!”

DeMarcus smiles “Very gracious of you, we all here in ACW wish Ben the best of luck as he is competing right now. Stepping away from the Super J Cup, if you don’t mind, I’d like to ask you about Blood Omen. You guys where on a dominating run only to be stopped a few weeks ago, you are now former champions, is there word on when you’ll get your rematch? Also with the Spectre challenging for the NWA World Heavyweight Championship, him and Dante are considered the number one challengers to Sinful Obsession’s NWA World Tag Gold, are there plans to step up from the Vegas promotion and challenge on the world stage?”

Lucian ponders upon this for a few moments “Our team was brought together initially as a lethal lottery, Kain thought I might not perform or show up, costing Kain the chance of becoming a champion in the SCW. We beat Sinful Obsession, ending there stranglehold on the tag belts, we went on to show we where not a lucky or a fluke team!” Lucian looks at the monitor to watch a bit of the action before he continues “Yes we did lose our belts and Kain isn’t a man to shy away from going about his own business, especially with his rivalry with Goth and countless others. Erik Staggs said that he was the man pioneering our team and I was deadweight, perhaps I was but we defended out titles countless times and we are still blood omen!” He looks down at his current WCCW Championship belt that’s placed next to the monitor “I do miss being a champion and I’m sure we’d get out shot as soon as possible! As for challenging Sinful Obsession, I’m sure Kain would love to get his hands on them again, I know I do as we didn’t truly beat them. We beat the Young Lions. We’ve gone unnoticed up the rankings in recent months and I am not sure how we go about challenging or fighting for a number one contendership match, I’d have to talk to Kain about that, but soon there will be an NWA World Title match between two Sin City Wrestlers, or teams in this case!”

DeMarcus smiles “Thank you for taking the time out to speak to me, Frost, I for one am glad you where apart of this tournament as we witness a few great moments from you, including tonight’s performance against Misty. I wish you well in your future endeavours and I’m sure you’ll be gracing an ACW in the near future!”

DeMarcus Paris extends his hand out, the two men shake with Paris slapping the top of Lucian’s bicep, Paris takes his leave leaving Lucian to gingerly sit back down to watch the rest of the match between SCW and ACW. The two cruiserweights battle back and forth until there was a winner. Ben Jordan. Frost nods his head, even clapping in celebration of the young mans achievement, Lucian watches Ben’s speech in utter shock as he passes his cruiserweight title opportunity to someone else. A man who is very honourable to his promotion and courteous to others, Ben could of easily challenged for the World Cruiserweight Championship, but giving it up for another takes a lot and Lucian has a new found respect for the double ACW champion. He’d only wished that sort of loyalty and commitment to a promotion could be shown in SCW, as Lucian returns to Sin City’s tour, to enter the world where gang warfare is key as wrestlers are choosing sides in a bitter battle for control and about whose values are right.

Remembrance of Lucian Frost

Lucian Frost has been warned countless times about competing in his condition, the cervical vertebrae, herniated discs and torn muscles have caused him nothing but discomfort, collapsing after competing in matches and almost costing him his ability to move and walk. Despite it being common knowledge to many wrestlers amongst the alliance, he somehow is still able to compete when other more able men could step into his place, take his spot and make a legacy for their own rather than an injured masked man who chooses to ignore medical advice. Despite all this Lucian has made the long journey from Canada to Chile, like many of the other SCW stars who represented themselves in the Alliance last week, to get ready for quite possibly the toughest singles match he’s had to face in SCW.

Nick Jones.

The man doesn’t really need to be explained to wrestlers or fans alike of Sin City Wrestling, his reputation precedes himself by the mere mention of his name, two thousand and twelve will be remembered by the sheer dominance this man held within the SCW. With the SCW Heavyweight Championship up for grabs in Sin City Wrestling’s first showcase match in the NWA, Nick Jones battled Blade Alexander to capture the vacant championship; his reign wasn’t as short as his predecessors. He set the standard within the promotion by becoming the longest reigning Heavyweight Champion, being the first man to hold the championship twice, becoming such a dominant force within the ring that many challengers fell by the weigh side at the hands of Nick Jones. There is a reason why he achieved Wrestler of the Year and number one contender for the NWA World Heavyweight Championship.

This will be the first time Lucian and Nick will be in the ring at the same time, the mysterious enigma has stayed away from the forefront and thus stayed out of the limelight, where Nick is all about capturing the spotlight and holding onto the attention. With both men looking to get back onto the path of victory, Nick falling from grace to defeat against Derek Thorne and Lucian’s recent Super J and SCW Tag Title loses, who’s ready to step up and grab victory from the jaws of defeat with quite possibly the match of the night. Lucian continues to think upon this as his plane nears the airport in Chile, this is going to be his first visit to Santiago and he’d like his visit to be a pleasant one, leaving it with possibly the upset of the year if he defeats his counterpart on Sunday night.

Although his mind is focused on the task at hand, the pain running through his neck and upper back caused his flight to be very discomforting, having stewardess asking him if he was okay on many occasions with the amount of movement to try and get comfortable. As the plane comes to land and pulls up to the terminal, Lucian glances out of the small porthole for a window to see his first glimpses of Chile, the vibe seems sombre as the seatbelt icon disappears and everyone begins to grab their belongings. Lucian was one of the last off the plane as he’d like to observe people, watching young children get excited whilst their parents scream and shout, elderly couples helping one another up and with their bags, businessmen with no concern about anyone else but themselves. He could of easily grabbed his bag and bombarded forward but the amount of discouraging looks and whispers is something he can do without.

As he gradually walks through the long tunnel into the terminal, thanking the air stewardess as he passes them, Lucian steps through to be greeted by Security guards and armed policemen. Lucian looks at them in wonder if they’re for him, taking a step to the side to walk around, but the armed policemen holds his hand up. He’d noticed them grasping onto the hilt of their guns.

“Puedes por favor de pie sobre su señor” The armed policemen says, looking the masked man, his hand pointing to the side of the tunnel with passengers glancing over to see what the altercation is.

Lucian isn’t fluent in Spanish; he knew some words but not whole sentences, seeing the policemen pointing to the side he thought he’d walk over to where he was pointing in the hope that is what he was indicating.

“Por qué llevas una máscara?” The policemen began “Puedo ver su pasaporte, por favor?”

“I am unsure what you’re saying..” Lucian says slowly, trying not the belittle the men, he holds his arms up in a confused gesture in the hole he’d understand.

“Habla usted español?”

Lucian tries to remember back to his school days “English…Inglés?” He watches the response from the policemen, who calls over someone, the two begin to have a conversation in Spanish.

The other man turns to face Lucian “I’m Demetrius for American Airlines here in Santiago, the police forces are concerned that you’re wearing a mask and holding a bag” Demetrius points to Lucian’s training bag “They want to search your bag and check your passport, sir”

Although feeling a tad bit violated Lucian understood that this would be the case, travelling to Puerto Rico for the NWA caused the same sort of response, Lucian places the bag on the table and unzips it to show the WCCW Texas Championship amongst spare clothes. The policemen says something to Demetrius.

”They need you to remove your mask” Demetrius says with an air of caution “to make a positive ID”

“Do we have to do it here?” Lucian says curiously “I wear a mask for a reason, I don’t think everyone needs to see, if you get me”

Demetrius begins to speak to the policemen, who looks at the Lucian and then back over to Demetrius, the two begin to deliberate before the policemen nods and Demetrius points to a door a few feet away. Lucian grabs his bag and is escorted through the doors by the armed police and American Airline representative Demetrius. They lead Lucian through a long hallway until one of the policemen opens a door, Frost is lead inside and the door shuts behind the masked wrestler, Lucian turns to see that he is alone in what appears to be an interrogation room. He sighs as he drops his bag on the table and walks over to the mirrored wall, he is probably getting observed as he stares into it, Lucian wants to thump it in frustration but chooses not too and walks over to the empty seat and sits down.

“What happened to you?” A familiar voice says.

Lucian looks around to see if he is truly alone, looking to see if anyone is coming through the door, he then turns to look at the mirror to see that his reflection just staring back at him. Perhaps the long journey and hassle he’s receiving is playing tricks on his mind.

“What happened to you?” the same voice repeats.

Lucian gets up from his chair as the voice is as clear as day, it isn’t a memory rekindling or the sound of a voice recording, that voice was coming from inside of the room. Lucian couldn’t see anyone standing in the room, he looks back at the mirror and sees his reflection once more, Lucian takes a step to the mirror to see that it is indeed nothing wrong with the mirror. Lucian stands and lets out a frustrating sigh.

“What happened to you?”

The voice was so clear that Lucian notices the reflection in the mirror is actually moving by itself, the familiar voice was actually his, was this a hallucination through lack of sleep? Is he finally losing his mind?

“What happened to you, Lucian?” the reflection begins “When you entered the SCW you had an air of mystery, hanging around in boiler rooms, having a mystical power that intimidated opponents” the reflection begins to pace back and forth “Now look at you, you’re just another Joe Nobody who wears a mask, walking around with an injury” the reflection shakes his head “Do you not remember the regeneration you had to heal your wounded soul in order to return to the SCW?”

Lucian isn’t sure what to say to what is happening to him, if he replied back and the security people sees then he may be contained or deported, is this actually happening or is this a fragment of his imagination.

“Do you not remember when you use to send mystical returning promos to Climax Control, using a young child and putting words in flames on the wall, that Lucian Frost was treading new ground and that Lucian Frost became a successful and unique man… What are you now?”

He shakes his head slowly, he cannot reply back to something that is clearly not real, yet it seems so real to Lucian right this instant.

“You could easily grab your bag and disappear into the shadows, yet you choose to stay, you could control the lights and flicker them off to escape without capture. You call yourself the mysterious enigma but what exactly is enigmatic about you right now? You’ve been in hospitals and collapsing like you’re normal…You are not normal, you are unique! Use your powers, show the entire SCW and NWA who you really are once more!”

Lucian couldn’t help himself replying back in a low toned voice “I haven’t changed”

The reflection laughs “Can you say that a bit louder, I don’t think the guy across the car park heard that, you haven’t changed? You allowed yourself to be touted by this Carlos Duquesne, you allowed yourself to be distracted by a giant man rather than utilising the gift you have! You where champions of the tag division but not anymore due to the fact you’re not who you are! REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE LUCIAN!”

Lucian does remember his eerie presence in the beginning of his SCW career, there was only a small handful of unique guys in the promotion and he proudly stood out from everyone else. Disappearing and reappearing in different locations in a millisecond, using intimidating tactics against his opponents, igniting fires to make a statement to opponents. When his past was catching up to him he’d not use it as a distraction but a fuel in his success when he claimed the roulette title. Looking at the comparison back then he had changed, he wasn’t using the neck injury as an excuse but it burdened him, he’s turned into a normal man in recent appearances rather than being mysterious or enigmatic. Lucian Frost had lost his way somehow.

“It isn’t the future that defies who you are, it is your past and your history, you live in the present so treat this as your gift. Remember your past and become the man who became very formidable back in the day.” The reflection stops pacing and steps closer “It is your past who defies you, a former roulette and tag team champion, let this be your rebirth Lucian. Remember who you are and allow this gift, the present, to be your platform in creating who you really are… The Remembrance of Lucian Frost!”

The reflection stops moving on its own as the voice stops, Lucian moves his arm to see that the reflection is doing as he is doing, he could hear the mumbled voices from behind the door as he glances up at the door and at his bag. Deciding that what the reflection was true, that he had lost his way in what made him unique, he grabs hold of the bag as the lights in the hallway and interrogation room begin to flicker. Underneath the mask Lucian was smiling as the lights go out for a split second and the masked man had disappeared. Demetrius and the armed police open the door and look in dismay, checking around the room to see how he’s escaped, there was no sign as to how Lucian had disappeared leaving them to share a difficult conversation amongst themselves about how they’re going to explain this to their superiors.

The Show Stealers of Climax Control

The humidity and climate readjustment is something he could never get use too, some people adapt to it with ease but for Lucian Frost it proved to be more challenging. Standing in the middle of the Centro Cultural Palacio de La Moneda, the citizens of Santiago had come out to experience the grand facility going on tours, visiting the minor exhibition halls and experiencing the Palacio de La Moneda. Although some people notice the masked man walking around, no one seems to be asking questions as he stands in the main lobby, looking up at the unique slops leading to higher levels and admiring the bamboo like trees growing at its side. His experience of Chile had so far been a pleasant one once he’d used his power to escape, walking around the vast city and using the gift he possesses as often as he could, rekindling the love of why he is an enigma rather than just another masked wrestler.

Lucian looks at the presentation of stools arranged in different patterns on the floor, looking up at the ceiling to see the same colours but different shapes on the ceiling, the Centro Cultural Palacio de La Moneda is definitely the cultural centre of Santiago. Frost had the rarest of opportunities with some SCW fans, signing autographs and having his picture taken with them, he’s never done that before as he never considered himself such a big name. Perhaps the hype for this Sundays match is going to propel him into the spotlight rather than standing in the background to allow others the chance to shine. Frost walks over to the side and sits down on a rectangular shape, made out of concrete to represent benches, he watches some of the people wondering by before looking forward and speaking.

” ‘In any moment of decision, the best thing you can do is the right thing, the next best thing is the wrong thing, and the worst thing you can do is nothing’. Theodore Roosevelt said those words a good number of years ago, you could say that quote could sum up the scenario this Sunday at Climax Control, when I step into the ring with quite possibly be the most decorated man in the SCW, Nick Jones. I mean he’ll tell you he’s a former two time heavyweight champion, won no-less than four SCW awards and that he is the number one contender for the Heavyweight Championship. I have to be on top of my game in order to compete with that, right? I think I’ll quote Roosevelt once more in response, this time it’ll be Eleanor.. ‘You have to accept whatever comes and the only important thing is that you meet it with courage and with the best that you have to give’. I am not going to allow this chance to face the former two time heavyweight champion pass me by, I’m not going to be another name carved into his wall of people he’s beaten, I’m going to give him one hell of a match and possibly show him that although he thinks he is the ‘best’ that sometimes the best isn’t just good enough”

“Nick Jones considers the Roulette and Tag Team Championships as being beneath him, that they’re pieces of crap, that he only goes after titles only real men want. You have been at the top for far too long, Nick, You have been in and around the Heavyweight Title scene far too long to just disown championships just because you think they’re beneath you. Look at the X-Box gam for instance, Casey Williams has won both of those titles and he made the cover, Gabriel won the Tag Team Belt and he’s on the cover, Spike Staggs only has one reign of the Heavyweight strap yet he’s on the cover… so why is the wrestler of the year, the two time champion, the main event poster boy left off it?”

Lucian holds up a copy of the SCW game and shows the camera the cover that features Casey Williams, Vixen, Misty, Gabriel and Spike Staggs.

“That obviously ticked you off, Nick, we all witnessed that when you exploded in Marks face.. innuendo intended… you see Misty hasn’t won any of the other bombshell titles yet Vixen has won both bombshell and roulette title, you may consider them beneath you but many cannot claim to have those accomplishments. Everyone wants to be heavyweight champion but not everyone in this promotion will ever rise up to that accolade, you have and we all salute you for it, Spike Staggs is now the reigning champion and I’m sure his reign won’t end just yet as I’m ignoring the scenario that happened last week. You have to understand that the “beneath you” titles can make a wrestler and so far I’ve gone from Roulette to Tag Team champion, there is only one way left for me to go and that is upwards. There is always the crowning achievement of being the first grand-slam champion to be claimed and you never know it could be me that does it! Perhaps you should reconsider your logic on the Roulette and Tag Team Titles, it hasn’t done Gabriel wrong since he’s now NWA World Tag Team Champion and he held that “beneath you” title!”

“I know you’ve risen up the rankings to be a challenger to Spike Staggs World Heavyweight Championship, wouldn’t it be weird if this masked midget was also high in the rankings… WAIT HE IS! Me and Kain are on the verge on becoming number one contenders for the World Tag Team Titles, it isn’t just all about you Nick, you have achieved a lot and then ago so have I. I have heard this contest could be the match of the evening and I think that we will become the show stealers on Climax Control this week.  Thee top contender for the world heavyweight going against one of the top contenders for the world tag team championships. You say that I hide my face in embarrassment because of how much I suck, where will you hide your face if you lose to the masked embarrassment, Nick? I reckon if you ran to your little nurse friend she’ll find you a place to hide”

Lucian notices a kid standing nearby, he waves the child over and hands him the copy of the SCW Climax Control game, the kid smile and runs off back to his parents.

“If you are the best then that is ideally what I want, I don’t want the shell of a former self, I want Nick Jones who achieved so much last year competing. I want the best because if there isn’t the best then what is there? I may not even be considered the best or a main eventer, I haven’t even been touted to either side of this loyalist and rebel war, only been mentioned once and that was to be disowned by Erik Staggs in the recruitment of my partner, Kain. What I am Nick is a challenge and a problem because most people know that whenever they step in the ring with me I am going to give it my all! This situation is no different! Beating the former two time heavyweight champion isn’t going to do me any harm but possibly show the bosses that Lucian Frost isn’t a man to be brushed aside or not even considered in this turmoil”

“I hope that whomever wins the Tag Team Championships this week realises that Blood Omen is after them, Kain may have his priorities with Goth, but our unity has become well known amongst the NWA and we cannot sit idly by and not get our rematch for the titles. I know I spoke about possibly being a grand slam champion, perhaps challenge for the heavyweight championship, but like everything I have done in the SCW I’ve done it the right way. I got the opportunity and I seized it, I have never begged for a championship match nor have I openly challenged a champion for a match. If given the opportunity I’ll do MY BEST to capture the crowning glory, I’m not cocky in that statement, Nick, unlike yourself in stating you’re the best, I’ll do my best in order to achieve what I can and the first thing I want to achieve is to beat you in the ring this Sunday at Climax Control!”

Lucian stands up from the bench and begins to wonder through the multi-coloured stools, glancing around as he walks into the crowded area of the main lobby, Lucian brushes past people to get further forward before the masked enigma disappears from sight. Some of the people who were standing nearby look around, seeing where the cold breeze that suddenly brushed against their skin came from, not seeing anything they continue to do what they were doing with no second thought.

 “War does not determine who is right - only who is left”
- Bertrand Russell

“It ends tonight!”

Lucian’s blood curdled battle cry is only laughed off by Carlos Duquesne, who stands at the top of the stairs in his traditional Italian suit, the sound of glass cracking under each step is the only sound as the monster Pernicious walks up behind Frost.

“My boy!” Carlos beams “It has only just begun!”

Pernicious hits Lucian with a hammer like punch, sending the cruiserweight down with an almighty thud, Lucian’s world begins to fade as Carlos steps down the stairs to look upon the fallen enigma.

“Grab his body” Carlos says as he pushes his foot into the masked face “our work has only just begun!”

+ + 2 0 M I N U T E S A G O + +

Carlos Duquesne has been enjoying himself since the acquisition of his newly acquired club, Club Atractivo, despite having some troubles by the former owner trying to detract business away. Pernicious dealt with that in no uncertain terms. The club was making money with the construction of a new VIP area almost complete, the old one would be used for paying customers; this one would strictly be for clientele and potential new talent for Duquesne Sports Agencies. The floor was vibrating underneath his feet as he stands in the clubs office, gazing out of the mirrored window to the party goers below him, Pernicious stands by the door with his breathing apparatus managing to drown the lyrics of the song out. Carlos turns away from the window with a smile on his face, stepping over the custom made leather sofa, sitting down and switching the flat screen television on to see the DVD playing Climax Control.

“I am really surprised” Carlos places the control back down on the small coffee table in front of him. ”especially of Mark Ward, the true visionary of the promotion, not so much Christian Underwood as his inept ability to spot talent is as acute as his taste in men!” Carlos smirks “that they haven’t tried to contact me about signing you, Pernicious, but J.J. Dixon has shown some interest which could tantalise our taste buds!”

Pernicious nods his head in agreement “It would be an opportunity” Carlos cannot help but think that his metallic voice sounding demonic at times as he continues to listen to his clients thoughts “but I want to do what I’m contracted to do and that’s destroy Lucian Frost!” Pernicious’ hands clench in anger “I don’t want the enigma to do his conjuring tricks on me!”

“Relax, my friend” Carlos turns to face him “I have finally managed to find out how…”

Before Carlos could finish, the silent alarm begins to sound, the television switches over to show many screens from the security cameras. Pernicious stands behind the sofa to see the screens. Carlos points to a screen showing Lucian Frost battling his way into the club.

“You’ll have your chance tonight” Carlos begins to slyly smirk “To relieve your tensions, if you will” Carlos gets up and walks over to the window, staff members are ushering the crowd out of the club, Pernicious leans over the back of the sofa to watch the screen with his fingers digging into the sofa in anger. “Take the stairs to your right, wait their until it’s just me and Frost”

“I CAN DESTROY HIM BEFORE THEN!” Pernicious spins on the spot to look at Carlos, his eyes bulging from his sockets, his breathing becomes more erratic.

Carlos lifts his hand up “NO” he slowly lowers it “Let this play out, I want him breathing and able to wrestle Blade Alexander!”

Pernicious very frustrated and unwilling to do as he is asked, he wants to open the door and absolutely wipe the floor with the little masked man, however Carlos seems to know what is best and listens to him. Carlos watches Frost take out some of the security on the dance floor, he walks over to the opposite door Pernicious took and begins to step down the steps to the VIP area, Frost stands in an attack position as Carlos reveals himself at the top of the staircase.

“IT ENDS TONIGHT!”

Lucian’s blood curdled battle cry is only laughed off by Carlos Duquesne, who stands at the top of the stairs in his traditional Italian suit, the sound of glass cracking under each step is the only sound as the monster Pernicious walks up behind Frost.

“My boy!” Carlos beams “It has only just begun!”

Pernicious watches Carlos do a slight hand movement, he nods as he hits Lucian with a hammer like punch, sending the cruiserweight down with an almighty thud, Lucian’ world begins to fade as Carlos steps down the stairs to look upon the fallen enigma.

“Grab his body” Carlos says as he pushes his foot into the masked face “our work has only just begun!”

+ + 2 0 M I N U T E S A G O + +

Lucian Frost had been feeling the effects by the attack by Pernicious a week ago, his neck had been damaged but to what extend he’d rather not find out, he’s continuing to wrestle without the clearance of medical staff. This was all down to one man, Carlos Duquesne, if he accepted his response then this scenario would never have happened. His determination to get what he wants would prove to be Lucian’s downfall, costing Frost and Kain in their first title defence, and a brutal attack leaving the former roulette champion in a lot of pain.

Well No More.

He would be wrestling Blade Alexander this week and he’d need everything in his arsenal to defeat the former number one contender for the heavyweight championship, he is a rebel with his inter-regional battles between ACW and SCW, given the slightest opportunity Blade would capitalise on it within a blink of the eye. Lucian couldn’t afford to allow this to happen and didn’t want Carlos or his monster to cost him anymore. Frost managed to find where Carlos lived but the house was deserted. Finally he’d learnt of a new business adventure by the sports agent, purchasing a night club called ‘Club Atractivo’, the new home for his business partners and clients to do business. Upon finding its location and moving around the outside of the building, the entrance would be too obvious of entry point the only way to get in would be through the side alley entrance.

Lucian waited in the alleyway for the crowd outside of the club to move on, he’d stand in the shadow of the dumpster to stay out of sight from them and passers-by, finally the coast was clear as he makes his way across to the door. It was locked. Looking over his shoulders to make sure there wasn’t anyone watching, Frost kicks the door a couple of times before it opened, the sound of an alarm is heard and security begins to rush to his position. He looks down the corridor to see that there are doors to hide in, but this wasn’t going to be his normal mysterious entrance, this was strictly personal. Guards rush around the corner with Frost blocking their attacks, hitting them with fierce rights and lefts, fighting his away out of the corridor and into another with more security. As he was fighting he was expecting the tall man known as Pernicious to come out at any minute, even thou he didn’t know how to tame the beast, he wanted to face the man who left him feeling like a cripple for the past week.

As he knocks a security guard out with a right hook, Lucian pushes the doors open to find himself in the dance floor, the glitter ball and strobe lights continue to flicker with the music blaring out of a nearby speaker. Lucian walks over to the DJ booth and pulls the plug before walking into the middle of the dance floor, standing in a fighting position prepared for an onslaught by security. A couple rush out from behind the bar as Frost deals with them one by one. A little out of breath as he feels the back of his neck, he notices a staircase, if he hadn’t already escaped then he’s bound to find Carlos up there. Before he took a step he sees the top of the glistening white hair of Carlos, his Italian suit looking pristine, a huge smile bares grimace on his face causing Frost’s blood to boil.

“It ends tonight!”

Lucian’s blood curdled battle cry is only laughed off by Carlos Duquesne, who stands at the top of the stairs in his traditional Italian suit, the sound of glass cracking under each step is the only sound as the monster Pernicious walks up behind Frost.

“My boy!” Carlos beams “It has only just begun!”

Pernicious hits Lucian with a hammer like punch, sending the cruiserweight down with an almighty thud, Lucian’s world begins to fade as Carlos steps down the stairs to look upon the fallen enigma.

“Grab his body” Carlos says as he pushes his foot into the masked face “our work has only just begun!”

+ + A  F E W  M I N U T E S  I N T O  C L I M A X  C O N T R O L  T A P I N G ++

For the past few days Lucian has been tied up in the back of a van, his mask had been completely duck taped by Pernicious, the only kind thing Carlos could do was make too air holes so he wouldn’t suffocate. He couldn’t figure out why for the past few days he’d been feeling a sharp prick in his arm, his body had felt very numb and had caused him to fall asleep, a few times he’d wake up feeling the van was in transit. As Lucian opens his eyes he’d hear sound of the doors opening and footsteps nearby, the sharp prick can be felt in the other arm this time, his body began to feel loose as his control of his own world begins to become hazy.

..Lucian.. Darling Come here./

It’s the voice he hadn’t heard in a long while, it was his mothers, he can see her as clear as day sitting at the kitchen table. Lucian looks around to see that the rest of the room appeared to be blurry, was this reality, could this be actually happening or was his mind playing tricks?

…you need to control your inner power..

Lucian’s mother begins to transform into his old mentor, Emilio Riviera, standing in the old wrestling ring that he’d trained the young wrestler in Mexico. Lucian tries to walk forward but his body is completely motionless, his eyes seems to be the only part he is truly in control off, even that concerns him as he doesn’t believe what he sees before him.

..Join me and I’ll make you a champion..

The lingering sound of Carlos Duquesne should send a chill down his spine but nothing, his old mentor morphs into the Italian suit wearing agent, his wrinkled face smiling towards him like he’d heard the funniest antidote. He is standing in a hazy office as he unlike the other apparition begins to speak again.

..You will lose against Blade Alexander..

Lucian should be wrestling the former number one contender tonight, he doesn’t want to let the rebellious wrestler to conquer a present champion within the company, he wanted to beat him to prove Frost is a worthy challenger to anyone in the company. Losing is not really an option.

..You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander..

“…I won’t lose against Blade Alexander, I cannot…I will lose..NO…I WILL WIN!”

…You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander..

”I will not lose, I’ll not listen, no… I WILL..Lose to Blade…NO! I WILL WIN…NO…I will Lose to Blade Alexander..”

…

The van pulls up in the car park of the College of Southern Nevada, Pernicious steps out of the passenger side door with an unknown man stepping out of the driver’s seat holding a small bag, the pair walk to the back of the van to see a car pulling up beside them. Carlos steps out of the car with his sunglasses on and a cigar in his mouth, he walks up and slaps the bicep of Pernicious and looks at the unknown man who pulls out a syringe and a little phial from his bag.  

“Don’t kill him” Carlos reaffirms “I want him to perform here tonight!”

Pernicious opens the door and allows the man into the van, he kneels down and injects the arm of one half of the tag team champions, the man looks as Frost begins to pulsate before going limp. He steps out as Carlos climbs in and kneels down near his head.

”You will lose to Blade Alexander,  You will lose to Blade Alexander, You will lose to Blade Alexander” Carlos begins to repeat near Frost’s ear. “ You will lose to Blade Alexander, You will lose to Blade Alexander, You will lose to Blade Alexander

Carlos watches for a few seconds before climbing out of the van and lets Pernicious slam it shut, the masked giant looks at Carlos precariously as he turns to the unknown man, pulling out a few hundred dollar bills and placing them into the guys top pocket.

“You’re serving me well” Carlos slaps the guy’s cheek gently “You won’t get the rest until it is guaranteed that he’s lost the match”

“Why are you doing this” Pernicious infuriatingly questions “You wanted to make his life hell, why do this, why not end his career by letting me do my job!”

Carlos nods at the unknown man who walks back into the van, he then turns to face the giant man “And that is exactly what we’re doing, making Lucian live in hell, by us destroying his career one match at a time” he wraps his arm around the giants waist “You see this drug, untraceable by the medical profession, has slowly been destroying Frost’s mind thus controlling his so-called power”

“So you’re destroying him mentally”

“Precisely” Carlos agrees “to the point that he’ll lose tonight’s match with Mr Alexander and then lose his precious Tag Team Championships”

Carlos opens the door once more, sitting next to the motionless Lucian Frost, getting close to the ear to repeat the one sentence over and over again.

“You will cost Blood Omen the Tag Team Championships”

+ +  F I V E  D A Y S  L A T E R + +

It had been a week since the powerless Lucian Frost lost against the strong Blade Alexander, he’d of made more of a battle of the situation, but his mind had been broken as Carlos Duquesne is keeping him imprisoned within his own mind thanks to his personal doctor. Every day and every night the drug was being injected into the arm of the masked man, keeping him weak and living in a world of disbelief, envisioning people from his past that he’d not thought about in years to people from the present day. Lucian had his mask taken off him as he sits in a darkened room, the spot light is shining upon his body, his long unwashed hair is getting greasy from the sweat of his inner demons. Every time he opened his eyes he didn’t know if he was seeing was reality or fabrication. The door opens as Pernicious walks into the room and shuts the door behind him, he walks over to the defenceless Frost, Pernicious walks around him eyeing his potential opponent up before stopping in front of him.

“All I want to do is grab you by the hair and snap that neck of yours!” Pernicious begins, taking some deep breaths in through his breathing apparatus, cracking his knuckles and neck to the side as he composes himself. “Carlos is hell bent into making you lose the championships, I quiet agree, you do not deserve to be a champion or even be breathing in my eyes…” Pernicious grabs Lucian’s hair and pulls it to the side to get a good look into his eyes. “I don’t want to face you like this, Frost, I want Lucian Frost who is sound of mind and able to compete!”

Pernicious lets go of his head, looking at Frost’s bound hands of the office chair, he pulls a knife from his pocket and cuts the tape off his ankles and wrists, Frost tries to stand up but falls down onto the floor.

“You have a few days to sort yourself out before your title defence” Pernicious begins “I want an answer to my challenge too! Lucian Frost is going to be wrestling me and I want the man who won and defended the roulette championship, I want the man who defeated the longest reigning tag champions, I don’t want the puppet that’s strings are being controlled by Carlos. That job is filled by me!” Pernicious walks over and grabs the mask from the table and throws it down in front of Frost. “Darkness, Theatricality and Deception are your arsenal, Lucian, get your mind back and prepare because your day of reckoning is coming as the time of judgement draws near for you…” He takes a step forward and kneels down “…it will be my hand that’ll do it!”

Pernicious walks out of the room leaving Frost to grab a hold of his mask and places it over his head. Carlos Duquesne sits behind his desk, looking at the monitor of the room he has Lucian Captive, Pernicious stands next to his desk and looks at the monitor too.

“It has been done!”

Carlos nods “The damage has been done, my friend, Lucian isn’t going to be able to defend his championships properly at Climax Control. Kain will unleash hell on his partner, he’ll accept our challenge, get his identity shown and his humiliation of losing his mask the crowning achievement to what will also be his swan song as you break every bone in his body!”

Carlos and Pernicious laugh loudly, Carlos reaching over for a cigar and lights it up in celebratory manner, Pernicious walks over and stands near the office door.

+ + 2  D A Y S  L A T E R + +

It had been a few days since Pernicious had let Lucian Frost escape and the damage they did seemed to have been done, his mind slowly coming back but the odd person would appear from out of nowhere, he couldn’t trust what he was seeing half of the time as he had to reaffirm everything. With the defence of his Tag Team Championships coming up, the preparation was even worse from the one at New Year Rising, Lucian doesn’t want to lose the championships and doesn’t want to be the reason why they did. He had managed to travel to Laughlin, Nevada and check into his hotel room at Edgewater, he had to check every square inch of the room to make sure everything was as it seemed. Lucian stands near the window and gazes out at the car park below, his tag team championship strap resting on the bed behind him, Frost composes himself as he begins to speak his mind.

“Last week I didn’t seem myself when I battled Blade Alexander, I let myself and everyone fan of the SCW down by not truly being there, I should of battled him and took him to his limits but something prevented me to do that. Something I do not wish to discuss. But what I will discuss is the challenge that I couldn’t answer, to the man known as Carlos Duquesne, I will give you that answer and I’ll do so at the show!”

His body is feeling very weak, the effects from the injections still in his circulation, he walks over and perches himself on the bed before continuing

“It’s funny how I’m defending my Tag Team Championships this week against another lethal lottery tag team, one of which is someone called Casper Grey, someone who I recently watched saying that we’ll make fun of his name. Understandable how people would go down that road but let’s face it, why should I do that, I mean I won’t pronounce your name wrong, will I Casper, not like saying luciEn instead of luciAn, understandable that Mr Twenty Four Karat could get away with mispronunciation like that, especially for someone who knows how I got injured, getting injured in the first round of the Super J Cup…OOO so close. Two for two! Someone who could potentially be a champion who gets things wrong and can’t say it properly either!”  

Lucian picks the championship up and drapes it over his shoulder, a sharp pain in the neck causes him to wince, allowing the pain to slightly dull before continuing.

“He seems to be obsessed with names, like the name of our Tag Team and the meaning of one of its words, let’s do the same shall we ‘Golden Standard’… let’s have a look at the word Standard, A level of quality or attainment, now you lost your first match in the SCW right? That’s a good quality of standard wouldn’t you say? If that is the standard then I accomplished that last week with Blade Alexander! If we are not Omen, like you say we’re not, then you’re definitely not a golden standard! If you say we’re going to make fun of your name, counting on it If I’m quoting you right, then let’s see what most people do about me… they chose to make fun of my attire, mocking me like I’m an out-of-date Halloween costume, someone who compares themselves to gold wouldn’t make that fatal error with me, surely he’d say something witty and original…”

Lucian slaps his forehead

“…Ah, alas not. He decided to go down that route and it’s never a good sign doing that really is it! Joining a long line of people who’ve said that, going way back to Matthew Kennedy! If I wanted to listen to that ‘insult’ then I would go to kindergarten and get a bunch of five year olds giving me the same insults. But what do you care in what I say, Casper, I’m a nobody right? I didn’t became an inaugural champion of this promotion or one half of the Tag Team Champions, that’s what nobodies do right... I’ve won two belts you haven’t, still that’s me being a nobody after all, I wear a ridiculous costume and I’m a nobody…OR.. I have won championship belts, not because of the clothes I wear, but because of my wrestling ability and talent, I am a somebody since I am standing in your way come Climax Control and although I am injured and not one hundred percent, ask Escabor of PRA how he feels knowing he lost to someone that was injured, I’ll hopefully be asking you the same thing after the match”

“Unlike Casper, I have faced you before Goth and it is hard not to respect what you have done in the SCW, like Kain, you have done a lot of things to a lot of people, achieving the roulette championship  twice, the first man in the history of the company to do so. So in retrospect you could say we’re two pioneers of the Roulette Division, me being the inaugural champion and you capturing the belt twice. Or in retrospect you could say that we came, we saw, we conquered and onto pastures new with myself capturing the Tag Team Championships and you wanting to be in my shoes. You wanted to end sinful obsessions reign as champions but that accomplishment isn’t on your list but on ours. The board gave you your shot despite your partner not being who you wanted, look at me and Kain, we were thrown together just like you and Grey, but we got the job done and we’re the tag team champions. You have the chance to win them in a few days, a chance to perhaps undo the wrong, but maybe just like the other times you won’t achieve the championships status, not because of your partner but because you got beaten by the better team”

Lucian taps the main plate of the belt.

“I like holding this championship, when I first won the roulette championship it was setting the benchmark of the promotion, it was a sensation of being proud to represent this promotion. As the tag team champions I get to do that with Kain, someone who had to wait a whole year to capture his first success in the SCW and he deserve it more than what I do! This Sunday night I hope to be walking in as champions and walking out them too. Goth, Casper Grey, you’re not going to be lucky and get a walk over like Blade got last week, this week you’ve got yourself a fight on your hands and since both of you concentrated on the word Omen, let me use the word Blood because it’ll be spilt in order for us to retain these championships!”

Lucian places the belt down onto the floor and leans back onto the bed, his neck and spine in absolute agony, his body still recovering from the torture at the hands of Duquesne, retaining the championships seems to be an impossible feat considering he’d only just scrapped through to the quarterfinals of the NWA Super J Cup. This could be the final days of Blood Omen’s reign but it could also be the rejuvenating factor going into the Super Card. Lucian closes his eyes and allows the world to fade away as he tries to recover in time for Climax Control.

 “Winning is not a sometime thing; it's an all time thing. You don't win once in a while, you don't do things right once in a while, you do them right all the time. Winning is habit..”
- Vince Lombardi

Lucian Frost
Aged 7

it’s going to be a very exciting day for young Lucian, today is going to be his first soccer tournament, he had trouble sleeping through the excitement. Having kissed goodnight to mum and dad the night before, laying in bed but just staring up at the ceiling with his mind and heart racing, imaging scoring the winning goal and holding the trophy aloft. Soccer wasn’t exactly the most popular sport at school, having been ridiculed for playing it by the more popular kids, but he wasn’t into football due to his stature and baseball just bored him. Seeing soccer games on television was his only outlet when he was younger, from watching the World Cup live and seeing the odd MLS or two, Lucian grew a passion for the sport and twisted his all American father to allow him to play it. The thoughts of winning it and dreaming of the different scenarios sent him to off to sleep. Lucian pulls the duvet off him and leaps out of bed to pull the curtain aside, the day was picture perfect with the sun glistening and not a cloud in the sky, the broad smile on his young face couldn’t get any bigger as he puts his soccer kit on and heads downstairs.

Lucian’s mother smiles seeing her eager son lump down the stairs, rush with bare foot into the kitchen and almost leaping onto his chair, she walks over and places the bowl of cereal in front of him and kisses his forehead. Lucian smiles as a warm feeling fills his body, a mother’s love cannot be replicated by anyone, the small sentiment like that kiss means the whole world to that little boy. Lucian finishes his breakfast and heads to the door, putting his socks and trainers on with his brand new football boots in his sports bag, they didn’t have to leave yet but the anticipation and excitement of knowing he’d be playing was too much to bare.  Lucian’s father came down the stairs to see his son sitting near the front door, he smiles as he goes into the kitchen to be greeted by his wife, he’d sit down and is poured a freshly brewed coffee by her before calling over his young son.

“Lucian” The father says calmly “sit with me for a second”

Lucian gets up and rushes to the seat next to his father.

“Now Lucian” he begins gazing up towards his wife “today is a big day for you!” he places his hand on Lucian’s knee “you’re going to experience competition for the first time and perhaps the joy of winning” Lucian’s face is now brimming with glee at the thought of winning. “Vince Lombardi once said that ‘Winning isn't everything--but wanting to win is’ and I want you to go out there and give it your all! No matter what, you’re a winner in our eyes!”

The thought of his father quoting such an icon in his own eyes was uplifting. The journey to the park was a long one due to traffic, but this gave Lucian the chance to think about the day ahead, if his team loses in the first round then it’ll be so devastating for him. All he wants to do is feel the success of winning. He may only be seven but the thought of disappointing his father was immense, this sport was going against every moral being in his fathers body, all he wanted was his son’s happiness and allowing him to do this was the ultimate sacrifice. Lucian remembers vaguely when he was a lot younger of his father talking about the superbowl, talking about him making the winning touch down, not playing what was deemed as a female sport in Soccer.

Lucian’s soccer team tasted victory in the first round, winning one nil against a stronger side, they went on to reach the final with the winners winning the tournament. Lucian stands near the tournament booth, gazing at the Cup the team will win as well as the little individual trophies, his dreams are coming true with one more win and he’ll be able to lift that cup high into the air. The match was long with the opposing team taking the lead, Lucian was apart of the build up for the equaliser with through ball through the legs to the striker who managed to tuck the ball into the corner.

The match ended one all. Extra time. Lucian’s determination was even more so with the match poised for penalties, his team mates where horrible from the spot so they needed to win the match in this time, the referee blows the whistle as the match gets back underway. Lucian hardly saw the ball in the first quarter as he runs up and down the pitch, exhaustion was getting to him as the second half got underway with the striker passing Lucian the ball. This was his chance to capture glory. Lucian begins to dribble past the midfield and runs closer toward goal, the defender comes but he steps over the ball to cause the defender to slide out of his way, Lucian could see the goal beckoning as he pulls his right foot back and connects with the ball. Time seemed to go slow. The ball floating as it slowly goes towards the goal, the keeper dives but cannot get anything on it, the ball nestles into the back of the net with Lucian just standing there in complete shock. He had done it, he’s scored the winning goal in the final, the referee called for the whistle as his team won the tournament thanks to Lucian’s wonder strike. Lucian’s parents stand at the side of the award table, his father getting out the camera and begins to take photos, Lucian’s team have got their little trophies as Lucian steps up to collect his and lifts the cup height in the air. He had won and it’s a feeling he’d like to experience again.  

Lucian Frost
Aged 14

The alarm clock begins to vibrate on the oak side table, Lucian’s limp hand fumbles around until it finally hits the snooze button, no one was going to disturb his sleep this morning. A knock comes at the door before his mother bursts in and draws the curtains open, the bright sunlight shines into his sleepy eyes as he lifts the duvet up for cover, Lucian’s mother proceeds to yank the duvet off her teenage son and remind him what today is.

“It’s your football try outs today!” she says happily, Lucian didn’t like how happy she sounded so early in the morning “You have got to do this for your dad! So GET UP!”

“I am” Lucian sluggishly replies “just give me five more minutes to give me time to get up!” Lucian grabs the duvet off his mother and snuggles back down.

“Do you think I was born on a banana boat?” she yanks the duvet back off him and chucks it on the floor “get up mister, grab a shower and have some breakfast!”

After his mother leaves his room, Lucian reluctantly gets out of bed, stands by the window to see that the neighbours daughter is standing at her wardrobe picking clothes. He’d often wondered what it would be like to go out with someone so beautiful as her, but the closest he’d ever come would be perving at her from his window, she turns to look at the window as Lucian ducks down just in case she catches him looking at her. He waits until he thinks the coast is clear and heads out of his room and into the bathroom for a shower.

Breakfast was all about his father talking about football, how he was a quarter back in his college years, how he got most of the girls because of his jock status. Nothing seemed to bore Lucian more than to think about American football. He reluctantly agreed to have a try out for the team because of what his father did years ago with the soccer tournament. Lucian knew his father wouldn’t be at the try outs due to work commitments, his mother was hanging out with some of the other moms, he was heading to the school to what they believe is his try out but he’d have other ideas. His father drops him off outside of the school leaving Lucian to walk into school, some of the jocks looking at his size and stature make snide comments, he didn’t care as they think he’ll be trying out for the team so they can destroy him with a few hard tackles. Lucian had decided to go for another try out, something his parents could disprove off but he’d rather do that than ‘football, amateur wrestling.

Lucian had watched professional wrestling for a little while now, playing No Mercy on the N64 as well as buying Video’s with his allowance, the sport intrigued him as the showmanship and the fans utter devotion opened his eyes to a new world. Lucian never thought he could make it like the guys he’d watch on TV, he was so much smaller than everyone else it would have been impossible for him to compete or be treated as an equal, but there was several who had an amateur background to which lead Lucian to sign up for the try outs this afternoon. The morning dragged on with Science and Math, lunch was tedious as normal with jocks throwing pieces of paper and food at other students, it then came time to head to his supposed football try out. He felt horrible lying to his parents as they didn’t deserve that, having supported him in all ventures of life from soccer to collecting weird items as a hobbie, the one little thing his father asked him to do and he was about to defy him in order to try out for the wrestling team.

Lucian goes into the locker room and slips into his training gear, making sure no one could see him just in case he’d come to ridicule, he goes into the sports gym to see the turnout had been poor. The gym teacher stands there with one other, Lucian believed his name to be Michael but he wasn’t too sure, the teacher looks at the small stick thin boy before him and lets out a laugh.

“You want to try out for the wrestling team?” He tries to say with a straight face “YOU!” The gym teacher bursts out laughing with Michael joining in.

“I know” Lucian tries to justify his decision “I am not of the stature of a typical wrestler” he looks at the average sized Michael and compares himself to that “but I have the heart to succeed!”

“Stephen Hawkin has the heart to succeed but I don’t see him in my gym” the teacher says leaving Lucian to think about what he’d just said “You want to try out, fine by me, but do not come crying to me when you’re left on the mat broken!”

The teacher begins to tells him the basics of how the sport works, Lucian had already spent time in the library studying the moves and take downs prior to this, the teacher demonstrates softly on Michael before trying them out on Lucian. He was sure the teacher was putting more pressure than he was meant too, he gets up and rubs his muscles and shakes his arms to get the feeling back, no one was going to deter him from this as he gets ready to try his first take down on Michael.  The two lock together, Michael tries to end it but Lucian holds his ground, the teacher looks very bemused as Lucian managed to keep up with the trained amateur wrestler. All of a sudden Lucian managed to get the pin on Michael, pressing his shoulders to the ground from out of nowhere. The Teacher is in complete shock, as is Michael as Lucian gets to his feet, he brushes himself down as Michael quickly gets up and looks at the teacher to see if anything illegal had happened. It was a legal pin. Lucian had bested his training partner against all odds.

“Training is every Thursday” the teacher says after an awkward silence.

Lucian nods his head and takes his leave from the gymnasium. Inside he was dancing with joy, he thought he was going to get beaten and made an example off with everything against him, however he’d managed to compete with them and from out of nowhere get a legal pin. Winning is something Lucian liked doing, especially with everything against him.
He gets changed and heads out of the gymnasium, he is running late for his final class of the day, but something catches his eye in the car park to his right. Lucian walks over to the car park to see his father leaning against the family car, the father looks up to see Lucian standing there, he shakes his head in utter disappointment.

“I managed to swap my shift to watch my son try out for the school team” he says slightly chocked up “I wanted to support him because I know what it’s like trying out for a team, it’s hard, especially for you being the size you are against those guys built like a house!” the father begins to play with his keys “sitting in the stands, so proud to watch my son, only my son wasn’t there” he stops playing with his keys “My son chose not to be there, why is that?”

That complete high changes in the blink of an eye to the feeling of letting his father down, like a brink smashing against a river and dropping down to the riverbed below, that sinking feeling prevented Lucian to answer straight away as he saw the disappointment in his fathers eyes.

“I’m sorry Dad, but that isn’t what I want to do, I know I said I would but look at me Dad” Lucian says pointing to his body “How is a five foot five boy going to compete against six foot something guys who eat Cadillac’s for lunch!” He hoped his father would smile but nothing. “what hope did I have, I tell you, one of them is bob and the other is no!”

“At least you would have tried! For me!”

“I did try” he blurted out “I did try to do this, for you, I talked to mom and she said this was the right thing to do for you... FOR YOU!” the last two words echoed in the car park for a few seconds “I am not you dad, you where a high school and college hero, I am never going to be my dad rather a shadow in your success! If I had done this then I’d of failed besmirching your good name!” he lets out a sigh “I tried out for the wrestling team instead, I KNOW, I couldn’t try out for football but I go for another physical sport like Amateur Wrestling, but I did really well and I’m going to practice on Thursday!”

Lucian’s dad puts on a smile “Well I’m glad you got into the squad, son” he slaps lucian’s arm “I’ve always wanted what is best for you, I’d hoped you had done this one thing for me, guess it’s too much to ask sometimes” Lucian’s dad opens the door to the car and drives off leaving Lucian standing there in it’s dust.

Although he had managed to accomplish a win against a much bigger and better opponent, it had come at the cost, defying a father and feeling the utter shame and disappointment of letting him down. Winning is something that he’s come to enjoy but winning comes at the cost at times. A harsh but valuable lesson.

Lucian Frost
Today

It had been a long journey travelling from one National Wrestling Alliance territory to another, going from the desert in Nevada to the redneck state of Texas, his body shattered from the journey and venturing to see the venue took it out of him as he found a hotel and had his first good night sleep in ages. The masked enigma is going to be doing double duty this weekend, competing for the World Class Championship Wrestling on Saturday night, and then having to travel back during the night to prepare himself for New Year Rising on Sunday. Lucian Frost had the chance to end Sunday night holding both SCW Tag Team and the WCCW Texas Heavyweight Championships, a cross promotion champion that hasn’t really been seen in Sin City Wrestling since it’s inclusion to the NWA. Such a tantalising thought however for this to happen he’d have to battle two tough challenges in Ronnie Rocker and the Young Lions.

It had been weird waking up to peace and quiet, Nevada had the feeling of being alive with the most unique of sounds, Lucian wasn’t use to the quiet after spending a lot of his time in Vegas. Although he could leave Saturday night holding two championships, will he be doing it Sunday night and what condition is he going to be in when competing against two of the youngest stars on the rostrum. Lucian had battled the young lions and defeated them in tag and singles competition, both encounters have been well fought and needing several days to recover, he didn’t know how much of a threat Rocker would be but with a title match, travelling from Texas to Nevada and preparation, Lucian knows he won’t be one hundred per cent in body but he’ll be fighting through the pain when the bell sounds Sunday. Winning is the only option this weekend.

Lucian had chose to travel around Dallas to try and get use to the city, he stands in the middle of Reverchon Park, he’d noticed some of the nearby couples looking at the masked man, but this didn’t bother him as he begins to walk across the grass area. The light breeze rustling the branches of the trees, the sound of young children screaming in excitement as they play in the play area with parents watching close-by, Lucian walks past with many of the parents watching him with worry and anxiety as some grab a hold of their children. He knows it’s not a natural occurrence for a masked man to walk around Dallas, it’s only natural for people to stare and wonder what his intentions are, he wasn’t going to go into the play area to harm or take kids but the responsible parents are looking out for their wellbeing. He applauds that. Having managed to walk down a track he finds a unique stone bench, a flint wall shaped in a half crescent with the bench built into it. Graffiti had be left  in the shape of engravings and pen, most in the shape of hearts but other derogatory, Lucian sits down in the middle of the bench and just glances around at the trees surrounding him. Perfectly covered away from the world, the children’s screaming cannot be heard over the sound of silence with the odd bird tweeting, Lucian feels very tranquil at this moment in time as he gazes at the camera.

“It feels weird sitting in Texas with everyone in the SCW being in Nevada preparing for the big opening to two thousand and thirteen, and here I am in Texas kicking off the year in another region and having the chance to become a champion in this region, it’s not ideal coming into my first tag title defence but it will be testament to my character if I can prevail in both encounters. Be a storybook tale if it happens, not exactly NWA gold like Spike and Misty, but it’s a succession for SCW going to another promotion and conquering them and capturing one of their championships! Half of the roster is either aligned with NXT or Supremacy or Seven Deadly Sins, I’m not one of those wrestlers who hold’s that banner, I am representing SCW at New Year Rising with this on-going stable war and I’m representing SCW in World Class Championship wrestling!”

Lucian watches as smoke appears out of nowhere, he reaches into the smoke and pulls out the SCW Tag Team Championship, the smoke slowly fades away leaving Frost holding the title belt.

“Young Lions have made their presence felt in the tag division, they where the team pinned for us to be holding these championships, they also defeated the surf boys who’ve had no significance to this division in quiet some time. Trevor says we’re entering hell and how scary and dangerous they are, not sure if you remember Trevor but we beat you and I beat your partner in singles competition whilst Kain fended you off. To say you are scary and dangerous is like saying Spike Staggs is a cuddly pink flamingo, completely absurd and very laughable, to say you’re scary and dangerous isn’t going to intidate me and certainly not Kain, it’s more laughing and poking fun of you.. I’m sure SCW would be proud of laughable champions saying stuff like that!”

“I was thinking back to my childhood recently and I’ve not had bad experience of winning  and experiencing triumph against adversity, something quiet similar to yourselves as you look to dethrone the newly crowned champions. No one ever thought an unknown team would beat TWO established teams in Sinful Obsession and Young Lions, an unknown team partnering for the first time winning the titles, you say our history is only a months worth, not going to deny it but it says something if the established team cannot beat two complete strangers in a contest. That unknown partnership goes on to form an alliance and you mock, fair enough, but what will your excuse be when we beat you for a second time and me being Max Burke for a third time? You say it won’t be because we’re the better team it’s because we had the better night, to be fair you’ll be fighting me when I’m tired and already had a match the night previously, the chance to ‘pounce’ is now but even with my body battered and bruised, even if Mark Ward tries anything with Kain, Blood Omen will still beat you Young Lions because if we are ‘overconfident’ then you’re not ‘championship calibre’, losing two title shots in a row, go back to beating the surf boys if you need your ‘scary and dangerous’ factor back!”

Lucian drapes the championship over his right shoulder and looks at the mask’s reflection in the main plate of the championship.

“Winston Churchill once said that ‘Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts’ and for you Young Lions that courage to dethrone us will continue after New Year Rising. Quoting Churchill once more he said ‘never, never, never give up’ and I urge you to do this as one day your reckoning will happen but it will not be January Thirteenth Two Thousand and Thirteen, that day belongs to Blood Omen”

Lucian gets up from the bench and watches a couple of people dressed in running gear jog passed, they don’t pay attention to the masked man sporting a title belt, ear phones placed in the ears as they look forward and go up the woodland path. Frost extends his arms out to the side before swinging them around to clap and with the clap the place he was standing is emerged in smoke. As the window blows the smoke away it is shown that Lucian Frost had disappeared, literally in a cloud of smoke. It is going to be a tough couple of matches in two days, to be a champion you’ll have to be willing to sacrifice and be the top of your division, this will be the case if he manages to walk out Sunday night holding two championships from two promotions. The Super J Cup is lingering in a few weeks, will Lucian Frost be able to prove that he is capable to be a threat within the NWA by beating Ronnie Rocker, Young Lions and Escalabor or will this be the downfall from grace for the inaugural Roulette Champion.

 Date: 22nd December 2012
Time:  11:06pm
Location: San Diego, California.

Many fans and wrestlers alike wouldn’t have even contemplated that the most unlikely pairing would walk away as champions, Kain and Lucian Frost, however at Climax Control they witnessed the crowning of a new team that etched their names into the history books by their historic victory. Not only have they captured the SCW Tag Team Titles but they will be remembered as the men who ended the longest reign in SCW Championship history. Lucian Frost is the only man on the roster to begin the year as a champion and end it as one, back in January he was crowned the inaugural Roulette Champion and in December he’s captured the Tag Team titles, quite an achievement for the man of mystery as he continues his development within Sin City Wrestling. He has added his name amongst an elite few to try and become the first Triple Crown Champion, joining the likes of Rage, Casey Williams and the man he defeated last week, Gabriel.

Frost knows the expectation in the coming year is going to be huge, having captured the Championships and trying to follow in some very big footsteps, as well as the prospect of becoming the first man to hold all three available men’s championships is a daunting prospers. It’s a challenge Lucian looks forward too with great glee. Christian Underwood announced during the show that Kain and Frost would be placing the belts on the line, against the team they pinned to capture their crowning glory in the Young Lions, this coming week Lucian will battle Max Burke in a showcase before the big Supercard that will open two thousand and thirteen. Knowing full well Max will be looking for retribution against the masked man after seeing him pin his partner, as well as Max wanting to get back to winning ways at the cost of the new champion, it is going to be a huge test for both counterparts as the two are going to be locked in a game of one-upmanship.

Lucian looks out of his hotel window on this cloudy morning, his eyes glancing not of his surroundings but of the reflection of him with the tag team title draped over his shoulder, he lifts the heavy belt off and just stares into the gold faceplate. The gold glistens as he holds the leather strap with both hands, seeing the word ‘Championship’ put his whole world into prospect that he once again is a champion, before he was the first but now he is following in the footsteps of previous champions. As the roulette champion he had no expectation, whatever he did would be the benchmark for all to come, with the tag team champions he is now got to create a legacy worthy of his predecessors. Sinful Obsession made the championships and the tag division their own with countless victories against many worthy foes, it will not be forgotten their reign and Frost knows it won’t be easy to get out of their overbearing shadow, but it is a challenge and conquest he looks forward to heading into the new year.

Draping the title belt back over his shoulder and perching himself on the edge of the bed, Lucian grabs the remote and presses a few buttons, looking up to see the television flicker on and the action being of the Young Lions facing the Surf Boys, the match going back and forth between the two teams. It shows Trevor pinning Narly for the victory. Lucian pauses the action. Lucian tilts his head in curiosity.

“Trevor Irons getting the victory one week and then the following he is the one being pinned, from the glorious high he experiences a tremendous low, getting the vital debuting victory we all desire and getting that killer blow of defeat is a tough lesson for all of us to learn. Max Burke you have had both sensations but you haven’t felt the joy of pinning someone for the victory or haven’t felt the disappointment as your shoulders are pinned for the three count. This week perhaps it is your turn to feel the sensation of victory or the gut wrenching disappointment of defeat”

Lucian switches off the television and taps the plate of the championship

“We both entered the ring last week knowing the mammoth task before us, Gabriel being a former and inaugural Heavyweight Champion paired with his partner made tag history in this promotion, there reign was long and memorable but it has come to a dramatic conclusion as a new chapter begins. We both had belief but only one team prevailed and it is I who sits with championship gold once more, not you and your partner, the chapter of Frost and Kain has begun and you’re the antagonists to this story. “

He lets out a slight cough before taking the championship off his shoulder and rests it on his thighs.

“Someone once said ‘the secret of success is learning how to use pain and pleasure instead of having pain and pleasure use you. if you do that, you’re in control of your life. If you don’t life controls you.’ You being the student of this game you’re learning with every match, being a second generation star you’re bread and brought up in this industry, developing that passion of learning that you will never cease to grow. Your learning of this industry can only put you in good stead for years to come. It’s prospects as to what you can achieve is unlimited, you could be the next team to hold this belt, you could be the next team to match and overcome Sinful Obsessions achievements, or you could end up like so many others who have great prospects but wither and die due to their inept to actually adapt and learn from their competitors.”

Lucian shakes his head.

“What I mean is you could be like Matthew Kennedy when we both debuted in the SCW, he tried to ‘Cancel’ me on many occasions and each time he failed, never learning from his previous encounters and the person who suffered was himself knowing he couldn’t beat me. You have the chance to grow into a successful team and a successful wrestler, just like your ancestors before you, you have the chance to learn from our encounter coming into New Years Rising and perhaps use this match as the catalyst to your success. But your young mind seems to believe that by me ‘lying down in the ring and look at the lights’ will be my undoing, fearing the worse of defeat to you, I do not fear defeat to you as many have been defeated at my young hand here in the SCW, but I do not say ‘staring up at the lights will be a familiar view’, it’s like me saying ‘take a look at this title belt as I’ll be walking into climax control with it and walking out with it too’, it’s a simple statement that has nothing but empty words to it”

“Bruce Lee once said ‘Knowledge will give you power, but character respect’ you say you respect me well learning is a part of your pedigree, you will have to learn once in the ring with me that you are in for a true fight! I do not need family legacy to make me who I am, the legacy I have is the one I am making for myself and I do not think I am doing a bad job at it, considering I have held two out of the three men’s championships here in the SCW. Just like the Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens, you have your past with your family and you maybe the future in this promotion but the present time is going to be a rocky road as before you is me and then it’ll be me and a former number one contender for the heavyweight champion in Kain, the present is ours and it will not be gifted to you on a silver platter.”

Lucian grabs the championship and stands up. All week he’s been training to make sure he is in the best shape possible for the up and coming month ahead, facing someone with a young heart and desire is going to take its toll on anyone’s body so best it’s prepared for the oncoming storm. Taking his leave from the room and stepping out into the cold breeze that is now blowing onto his body, a newspaper brushes past his foot and begins to get cause in the breeze, Lucian watches it float away before he walks off into the distance. Going through a dark archway but doesn’t reappear from the other side. The mysterious masked wrestler will have a lot of doubters over the past few months but he’ll be looking to put them to bed with a successful title defence in the new year, but the road starts tomorrow night when he faces one of his opponents, Max Burke.

 The National Wrestling Alliance has been the longest recognised professional organisation in the world today, showcasing some phenomenal and naturally talented wrestlers who value the traditions of the industry, it’s territories have been few and far between from the legendary Acadian Wrestling to short lived associations like Simcoe County Championship Wrestling. Since late two thousand and eleven there has been one promotion that’s caused the very foundations of the NWA to quiver, Sin City Wrestling, based in Nevada and running a weekly show for the sell out crowds with tours planned in the near future. Sin City Wrestling has given the Alliance many great battles and headlines throughout two thousand and twelve, the emergence of Spike Staggs challenging for the World’s Heavyweight Championship, Misty becoming the first and dominating champion of the Cruiserweight division, controversy with Weapon X and Viper joining its ranks from their shamed departure from the Internet Championship Wrestling. One thing is for sure, Sin City Wrestling has been shown to be a valued asset and continues to be with the lead up to Lord of the Rings supercard, Casey Williams showing why he’s a rising star in the industry, Spike Staggs challenging once again for the World Championship and the Cruiserweight Gauntlet featuring many of SCW’s former champions.

Kittie has been an amazing bombshell since the birth of Sin City Wrestling, Capturing the Bombshell Championship as well as being the reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion, the one thing that seems to hang over the young women’s head. The replication of trying to do something Misty has already done, Misty was the inaugural Bombshell Champion as well as the NWA Cruiserweight Champion, she’d want to outdo her fierce rival in any way she can. When Matthew Kennedy joined the ranks of Sin City Wrestling, his main achievement was to win the Roulette Championship and he finally achieved that a few months into his career, his focus is still on the Roulette Champion Casey Williams but that doesn’t deter of how deadly a wrestler he is. The one person who prevented Matthew Kennedy in capturing the Roulette Championship, the last man who debuted the same time as himself and went on to become the inaugural champion, the person who was defeated by the eventual NWA Cruiserweight Champion all those months ago. Lucian Frost.

Sin City Wrestling is represented by three highly rated, highly talented stars looking to claim the contendership for the Cruiserweight Championship but there is three other stars looking to prevent SCW challenging for that championship again. A man simply known as D.V.D, the Puerto Rico Association Cup Winner and looking to bring NWA success for the Xtreme Fusion faction, with his faction mate Limp also involved in the contest and looking to achieve an Xtreme Fusion win. The last man involved is someone who’s encapsulated the National Wrestling Alliance for the past few years, the man who’s reign as World Heavyweight Champion will be remembered for years to come, a man who captured the World Tag Team titles earlier this year, now looking to be the first man in a long time to capture the top championship at a different weight class, Magnum Randell. Although many eyes will be on the championship encounters later on in the show, the potential show-stealer is the Cruiserweight Gauntlet Match and Lucian Frost, for one, hopes to leave San Juan as its Lord of the Ring.

All these thoughts keep running through the mind of the former Roulette Champion, sitting on a cold hard chair in a dark room, he knows if he can pull out all the stops he could potentially be the new contender for the cruiserweight championship. Lucian places one of his gloved hands on his masked face, feeling the top of his forehead with the palm of his hand after taking a hefty move at the last Climax Control, Lucian leans back and just gazes around at his surroundings. The wallpaper pealing in the corners of the room, the dirty bed that seems to be crawling in bed bugs and the floor that hasn’t seen the light of day, or the end of a hover, in a very long time. He cannot afford the luxuries that some wrestlers get, staying in top five star hotels or living in big mansions, Lucian makes do with the simple things in life and this grotty room is all he can afford before travelling to the sun filled Puerto Rico. There is a knock at the door which takes the enigmatic wrestler by surprise, getting up from his chair with caution to walk slowly towards the door; every step seems to make the floorboards squeak louder before reaching the door. He peers through the eyehole to see a man he had not seen before, he is about to ignore it when the voice outside calls his name out, tilting his head slightly as he turns the handle and opens the door to the stranger.

Wearing what looks like a designer suit with his white hair gelled back, the aroma of his strong aftershave almost makes Lucian sneeze, the man doesn’t wait to be invited in as he barges by the masked man. Lucian spins around to see that he brushes his finger along the side of the dresser, seeing the accumulated dust before shaking his head in disapproval; Frost pushes the door with force as it slams shut. The suit wearing man glances up at Lucian and smiles, about to sit down in the chair Lucian had come from but the look of disgust is evident to see. “I see you’ve made yourself at home in this fine establishment!” he chuckles to himself. “I bet you’re wondering what I am doing here”

Lucian tilts his head in curiosity before answering “You could say that!”. The man pulls out a card and hands it over to Lucian, he glances at it to see the name written on it is ‘Carlos Duquesne’.  Lucian looks back at the man, who finally has a name, wondering if he was about to say something but all he is interested in is dissecting the state of the room. “Carlos Duquesne, is that meant to mean anything to me?”

Carlos smiles “Not right now but I could be in the near future” Carlos pulls out a handkerchief and begins to rub his fingers “I am a sports agent, a mighty fine one at that, I use to represent heavyweight champions in the SCCW, use to run a show for the COPW as well as a wrestling promotion in Dayton, Ohio. I was formidable in two thousand and four guiding a young upstart to the finals of the National Wrestling Alliance Heritage Championship!” Carlos places the handkerchief back into his breast pocket. “One of my clients is currently in the SCW, someone who you’ve already met.. Miss Evangelista”

A flashback to an incident a few weeks back involving the new bombshell, having been lured into a trap and being smashed over the head and left for dead in a burning building, the smoke inhalation caused the young man to be hospitalised for several days before being cleared to wrestle by doctors prior to Climax Control. Lucian is not sure why Miss Evangelista had targeted him, with the non-inter-gender matches rule being enforced by SCW officials, but when Frost gets a hold of her there will be trouble.

“I know of her” Lucian says through gritted teeth “doesn’t explain why you are here?” Lucian brushes past Carlos and sits down on the chair; Carlos walks over and peers through the blinds before gazing upon the masked man before him. “As I previously said, I lead a young star of the Simcoe County Championship Wrestling to great heights within the National Wrestling Alliance, this was before Chris Champion and Myke Adams” Carlos crosses his arms “And I want to represent you in helping you get to the promise land of the Cruiserweight Championship!”

“I do not need your help” Lucian snaps back “I don’t need anyones help in my quest, only one person is to blame for my downfall, if that is what it is, and that is myself. Thanks for your offer but you know where the door is!”

Carlos smiles “I thought you’d might be hard to persuade, I’m sure if I made the same offer to Mister Randell he’d appreciate the effort I’d do for him as he creates history!”

“Magnus Randell became World Heavyweight Champion by himself, he captured the World Tag Team Championships with the aid of his partner, he doesn’t need an elderly gentleman passing on his knowledge to succeed. He’s done it before and he’ll continue to do so after.” Lucian takes a moment to eye the man before him. “You’ve made your proposition now I think it’s time for you to take your leave.”

“If you ever reconsider then please call my cell it’s at the bottom of the card” Carlos brushes his shoulders. “One other thing” He says as Carlos heads to the door. “Miss Evangelista wants you to have this!” Carlos pulls an envelope out of his jacket pocket and drops it onto the bed. “I’m sure you’ll be ringing that number sooner than you’d like to think” Carlos heads out of the door, looking over his shoulder with a sly smile on his face, he then shuts the door behind him leaving Lucian staring at the envelope on the bed.

This could answer the question as to why she’s attack him, perhaps it would be another way to entice him into another trap, the last thing Lucian needs is to be injured before the gauntlet. Lucian leans across the bed and snatches the envelope in his gloved hand, readjusting himself in his seat, glaring at the envelope with wonder. Then it all came back to him, the chance to bring the NWA Cruiserweight Champion to Nevada and battle to become the second SCW star to hold the illustrious Championship. Although he’d like the question answered as to why he was attacked, that could wait with Lord of the Rings just a mere week away. Lucian folds the envelope up and sides it into his boot for safe keeping. Lucian looks into the camera with half of his mask engulfed in shadow as he begins to talk.

“ Voltaire said ‘Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd’ I could be saying stuff like I’m going to win this match, i’m going to do this and that, but I cannot be certain of this at all. That could lead to doubt, doubting I’d be able to defeat the people before me but that isn’t the case at all. The one thing that will be known is that I am going to be at Lord of the Rings representing the SCW, with pride and honour, and I will not let them down when I step through the ropes preparing for the chance to fight a champion. Magnum Randell is so sure of his destiny, saying he will be champion, he will beat your ass, that he’s the greatest wrestler of all time.. Winston Churchill said it best that ‘It is a mistake to try to look too far ahead. The chain of destiny can only be grasped one link at a time’ he’s seeing the final ending of him being champion, but he has to defeat five other people to achieve the chance and although he’s captured some of the big titles in the NWA, you’re facing some of the stars of the future. Perhaps the ‘greatest wrestler of all time’ torch is being passed along slowly and he cannot see this. His Dynasty and legacy has already been written in stone, everyone else’s is being carved and at Lord of the Rings, Randell will hopefully see the uprising of the future and see that his certainty is definitely absurd.”

“Matthew Kennedy and I have shared an entangled history, from the beginning to now, we’ve had some amazing battles that look to continue here in the National Wrestling Alliance. You have put up a great fight but if you look back at our encounters, only one person’s name is written as being the victor on each of those occasions, my name. Means nothing when it comes to this gauntlet, if we do face each other then you could see those defeats, your SCW debut back in January was lost to myself, your first SCW Championship match was a defeat to myself, your rematch was a defeat to me.. our rekindled history ended up with you being defeated at my hands once more! They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but Mahatma Gandhi said An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. Perhaps the chance to get that all important victory over me won’t cause your blood to boil, perhaps the chance of retribution will be ‘cancelled’ or perhaps the chance of us facing one another won’t happen. Whatever the scenario, Matthew Kennedy, I will be prepared for the arsenal you will bring and let’s make sure the SCW represents ourselves with pride at Lord of the Rings”

“I wish I could say stuff about Kittie, DVD and Limp, but I cannot say much about them as I do not know much about them. Misty has been touring with the National Wrestling Alliance as it’s Cruiserweight Champion, she is the most decorated bombshell in the SCW, and the only person that comes close to that is Kittie.  Just seems like you are living in the shadow of Misty, you have won the bombshell roulette championship which she hasn’t but she won the cruiserweight belt, she’s held the Bombshell title on two separate occasions, more people talk about Misty than they do Kittie. That must frustrate you since you’re a talented female wrestler too, your chance to defeat a former world heavyweight champion, two roulette champions and two of PRA’s top stars would set you up nicely for the chance to step out of Misty Shadow. Well chance to achieve what Misty has already done.. but who am I to judge. Our paths could possibly cross in this gauntlet and if they do then I look forward to testing my skills against you, Kittie, as well as DVD and Limp”

“I know I have had my chances in the past to achieve the mantel of Cruiserweight Champion and I haven’t really shown my true potential, but this is my opportunity to put that right, to make sure that I can show the NWA that Lucian Frost can be one for the future. If I capture the victory at Lord of the Rings then it will be one step closer to achieving something special, but nothing can take away the huge hurdle before all of us, I cannot wait for the challenge but let’s hope the people who do not know me does not underestimate me. People have made that mistake before, mainly Matthew Kennedy, and they’ve been punished in the ring. Sin City Wrestling will be showcased in three matches, let us see if three SCW stars can be victorious on this special night!”

Lucian Frost gets up from the chair and walks over to the window, peering out to the airport nearby; he had heard the loud noises early from planes taking off with windows shaking vigorously. In a few hours he would be in a country he has never been in before, getting acclimatized and prepared in the best way possible for the super-show. Lucian sits back on the bed and lies down, placing his hands on his chest and stares up at the stained ceiling, he’d knows this isn’t a position he’d like to find himself in at the show but hopefully he’ll be able to make a statement to the other cruiserweights of the true threat he possesses.