[Christian Underwood]

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First RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Saturday 04/02/2016
England: 04:59am Sunday 04/03/2016

[Casey Williams]

 Casey Williams is shown entering the Residence Inn Hotel in Phoenix, Arizona; where Blaze of Glory V is being held alone.  He walks to the desk, checks in and then goes to his room, where he sits down at the desk and opens the mail he got from his attorney, which has the divorce papers. He speaks as he goes over the documents.

Casey-Ahh, about time I get a hold of this.  I will be much relieved after I sign this and mail it back to my attorney and be officially a divorced, and free man.  Naturally, I will be sending my soon-to-be ex-wife money, because, after all, she is the mother to our children, and what kind of father would I be if I didn’t support them?

Casey then signs the divorce papers, puts how much he will send his soon-to-be ex-wife each month, and puts the divorce paper into the return envelope his attorney set up, with the address in Nashua, New Hampshire, and uses his Vegas house as the return address, and places a stamp on the envelope.  Casey then takes a walk to the store to get something to eat and to drop the paperwork off in the mailbox.  Shortly thereafter, Andrew Garcia calls Casey.

Casey-Boy, am I glad to hear your voice, Andrew.

Andrew-Why is that?

Casey-Well, you know I lost to Despayre once again, and I got the divorce papers from the attorneys office, and sent the paperwork back to them, after doing what I needed to do for it.

Andrew-I know how important advancing in the tournament was to you, but look on the bright side, you got another title shot, this time, for the vacant Internet title.

Casey smiles when Andrew made that comment.

Casey-I know, and when I win, I will be a triple crown champion, and end my 3 year drought of holding gold, and do something I have not done, yet you have, and win at Blaze Of Glory.

Andrew-That’s right, I did win the tag titles with Ivan last year.

Casey-I would love to be one step closer to the grand slam.

Andrew-I bet.

Casey-Maybe you, Ivan and I can get together later for a little gym session before my big match.

Andrew-Absolutely, just let me know when.

Casey-You know it bud, see you soon.

Andrew-I will talk to you later.

Casey then gives a look of satisfaction as Casey hangs up the phone with Andrew, then stops for a minute so he can turn his attention to his opponents for the Internet title, starting with the recently returned Frost.

Casey-Frost, I am glad you returned in the Blast From The Past tournament, and I was disappointed we did not get a chance to lock horns in the tournament, but glad that we can get a chance to cement our legacies in SCW, as we both are vying for the Triple Crown.  I remember those battles we had in our first go around here in the company, and I guarantee that this match will outshine any of those matches.  We will steal the show, and showcase what makes us special, and at the end of the day, it will be me who will prevail, and be crowned the new Internet Champion.

Casey turns his attention to another opponent in Rage.

Casey-Rage, I am glad to get another chance to face you, and this time, get a victory over you, preventing you from becoming a Triple Crown champion.  I know you wanted to be included in the Heavyweight title match, as we all do, but I know you will be happy winning any title that you can, as do I, and I will do you a favor and beat you, that way you can go back to where you feel you belong, as a contender for the Heavyweight title, as I see you as the only one who really can stop me from becoming a Triple Crown Winner.  With that being said, you can believe I am willing to do whatever it takes to prevent you from doing whatever it takes to prevent you from walking out of Blaze of Glory a champion.  Then again, maybe your time has passed you by, and you should have never have returned, and you being placed in this match was management’s way of telling you that you aren’t good enough anymore.

Casey gazes off to the distance, and then turns his attention to his longest standing rival in this match, the man known as Dmitri.

Casey-Dmitri, long time, no see.  What has it been, 5 or 6 years since we have done battle, back when I was known as Big Bad Casey.  I remember all the battles we did, and my favorite battle included the ever dangerous Bill Barnhart inside that Boeing 747, where the 3 of us gave each other a hellacious beating, and I gave Bill his first ever loss at his Bay Area home.  I know that we will have a drag-em-out, drawn out battle like we did back then, as we both have evolved and grew as competitors, but know this, that the outcome of this match will be just like that Boeing 747 match, I will emerge victorious and carry the Internet title out of Phoenix with me.

Casey then cackles as he walks over towards the local Golds Gym to meet up with Andrew, and Ivan as the scene fades to black.

[Dmitri]

 OOC: Limegreen is talking, silver is his thoughts so people don't get confused lol

[align=center]A miracle of modern technology

It must have been something for those who sat at home, watched the television or listened to the radio at the 20th of July, 1969. The day that the Apollo 11 landed on the moon and the first ever step of a human being was recorded by the infamous words spoken by Neil Armstrong “That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind. And so it embarked on something that was rather impressive to say the least, to have humans do the unthinkable. Or so they assumed it was unthinkable, to step out of their own comfort zone and step into the unknown. Something that you always have told the world that it would be impossible to do, or that it is nowhere near the possibility of existence. Doesn’t it sound all too familiar??? Or is it the mere thought of convenience to those who only wish to believe that what is right in front of them. Needing science to prove their worth as a tale is often labelled as a lie, until proven otherwise. But does it stop there???

It’s night, we are at a library where a figure is seated in front of a computer as his fingers elegantly brush the keys on the keyboard as we can only hear the clicks of the letters and numbers as well as any other possible combination is being produced upon the screen. Internet Explorer is producing the most diverse webpages known and unknown to man.

They say knowledge is power, power is something that you humans foam from the mouth from isn’t it?? It’s almost sad to the point where you have clearly forgotten where the true power is at. It’s in the mind, the signals that gets send from the brain towards the fingers that makes these interesting combinations of words. Words that makes sentences, sentences that makes statements and statements is that what we try to convince others to stop believing nonsense. And yet even the largest amount of nonsense is far more superior than that what is truly helpless until you turn it on and feed it with your own stupidity. The internet, the most common tool of feeding your own intellect to the point of where I wonder… have you ever read a book??? Of course not, how foolish must a human being be?? Just buy a book online, download it and watch it on a screen as a writers lives work is being flooded upon a small glass window. And why you may ask?? I shall shudder the possibility of the many of prospect answers that is out there to be found… on the Internet, things that have been written down by others to keep you ignorant and more importantly blinded from the true reality. Have I gained your interest of these thoughts of reality that I speak off?? Or is it merely a chance for me to sink in my teeth into your flesh while you try to watch youtube’s latest sensation. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t resist opening your mind to so many useless oppertunities.

The black fingernails continue to type, as if this individual is writing down his memoires. But nothing can be seen for the reason of him being there.

I never knew that a mere touch of a button a world of victim’s would be spread out for my desired eyes to watch. As if it is merely begging for me to devour and spat out when the taste becomes sour, is this how pathetic souls with a deranged mind could get their kicks these days?? What has happened to the ones that lurked in the shadows, tried to pry away at unexpected victims to clench their sadistic needs?? A Jack the Ripper, a murderer that many still wonder to this very day what made him tick. A mind that is both brilliant and deranged, a quest for those who only seek upon the psychological ways to understand. But who is it to decide who is deranged and who is intelligent??? I guess we all can claim a degree when a keyboard is lurking for your watchful eyes and make your fantasy come true. And what are the most common ideals for weaklings to fantasise about, except for the lustful porn that troubles their private parts and minds. A monster, a giant, a masked crusader ?? It’s a dream come true for those who never manage to achieve anything else than beside spat at a non living monitor. How quaintThe question remains, what entity would spill your beans the most???

The fingers continue to search through the net, we see fanpages emerge and disappear in merely clicks of the fingers. Followed by game sites as World Of Warcraft and many others. The typing of the cold white hands are rather swift as it is clearly seeking for something that he wishes to speak off. A burning candle next to him shows a background of a picture that is further away from the man, but we are unable to spot who is on the picture as it is too dark to see.

Let’s what is going on in this world, I believe that trending is the most comment word used to be active these daysHow pathetic to have a word become a symbol for those who are addictive to… this?? What is it with these humans these days?? Is it merely the fact that they are too afraid to walk out of the door and face the rain??? Or is it merely the fact that you do not wish to show your ugliness upon the worldBecause let’s face it, on the internet we all look like perfection don’t we?? I smile, of course we like to lie about our looks, about our jobs and whether you graduated from Harvard, instead of admitting you never graduated from high school. It’s just as pathetic as those simpletons that wish to escape themselves upon a world of sorcerers, dragons, knights and kingdoms of might and wealth. Foolish attempts to create a world that isn’t there, how foolish has people got to be to understand that when entering the world of the… net… that you drag everything of your life into the eyes of those who wish to maim you?? Or in my example to drink your blood and watch you perish. Gosh, I never knew it would have been this easy to play a fool to believe that I am something that he cherishes so much and then watch him turn white when I extract that what I want. Is that the world we wish to escape to?? Is it that what we fear so much in the current world that we wish to turn a blind eye from?? Or is it merely the fact that the acceptance is not there that you aren’t a giant that fee, fie, fo, fums for the blood of an Englishman??? How quaint isn’t this idea that we grab something from a story and turn it into a lifelong fantasy???

The fingers type further as it enters the name of Casey Williams, a picture emerges of the figure as well as Wikipedia pages about the name. the white hands leave the keyboard as it moves towards the face and rests its chin against both hands as it stares into the screen.

Mr. Williams, how interesting how paths cross once more and once again hasn’t it big giant?? A giant?? How foolish to think just merely because you are seven foot tall, does not make you the giant like in the classic tale of Jack and the Bean stock aren’t you Mr. Williams? Even after the times that our paths have crossed, the blood that has shed and the anguish upon your face and mine… I will remain in a classic respectful manner when the words flow from my lips. The words that I desire to speak as they are the ones that hold an essence and reality. Upon what reality do you wish to exist my friend?? That of what you are?? A troubled soul that does not know whether you should turn left or turn right. I just hope you will come up with something more than merely a history lesson and what you shall do to me I wish to feel your anger, I wish to feel your pain and I want to see when you will slide off the wayside of your reality and create your world of fairytale that I can demolish before your watchful eyes

A soft laughter can be heard, the figure slowly puts his hands on either side of the laptop as the camera slowly moves towards his face, who is a cold and calculated one.

Realise this Casey, that I have the power to strike. To devour the last essence that makes you feel pain that cannot be imagined…. And yet, you have felt it before haven’t you?? How was it for you on that faithful night where your veins tried to repair itself, the bones that ached for how long?? I do not wish to hear lies about these things for so many years, as your plausible excuse could be that you have forgotten about this?? Another excuse to understand that on the trail match that you and two others has to enter upon my judging mind. The mind of that is real, the mind of that what makes you understand one more thing in life that your life is nothing more than a mere joke

His eyes are piercing towards the camera, no movement, no blinking as it seems as if you are looking towards a picture of his face. Finally his fingers move towards the laptop as he runs its fingers around the sides of the device.

You may think I am calling you a joke, you as a person. You as an entity, you as the one that bears that name of Casey. It depends on how you experience words travelling through your brain, something I cherish more than reading letters on a screen. Because human beings are too stupid to understand words, trying to create the secret behind it as if we are reading the book of John. Trying to evaluate why, why he refused to do God’s bidding before vanishing in the belly of a whale for three long days before accepting his fate and being spat out. I guess things haven’t really changed a lot for you has it?? It’s strange that such a large man could suddenly vanish into thin air at one place he called home, only to reappear at another.

A sigh emerges from the cold and pale lips from the man that has joined SCW at my Bloody Valentine, but only had his first ever match a few weeks ago. His eyes close for a few moments, as if he is in a deep long sleep.

Granted, I have emerged as well. But the reality of it all Casey, what has been your motive to emerge upon this world?? A necessarily cause?? Or the mere fact that something has drawn you to this place that none other has ever done before?? Of course the family man that you have tried to be for so many years must have been a good reasoning, or was it merely because of the fact that two other abandoned sons gave you a call and made you an offer that you could not refuse??? While for me it is merely a quest, a desire, a sensation as you will that made me want to come. A cause of something beyond your comprehend and beyond that what you have ever understood in life my friend. As I know that deep down inside your gut you know that nothing could separate you from my destruction in this path that I shall travel. A seven foot giant has no illusions for me to feel anything close to a sensation that is called fear. 300 pounds, a reach that is beyond that what could be imaginable??? And yet, a tree does not often resist the powers of the blade that chops away at it’s foundation doesn’t it Casey?? A mere 300 pound oak tree of a giant, that has no match against him when it comes down to size and strength alone. Unfortunately brilliance is hardly a tool that I should be concerned about isn’t it Casey??? And what may you say about these things??? That I am wrong?? That you will show the world exactly what you did  inside that 747?? Tell me Casey, do you remember what else has happened since then?? Or has it all been a blur except that faithful moment?? It’s sad that people only remember the moments of success, as it makes their insecurity have a backseat to something insignificant right now, as it meant something back then.

Do I please the world with the knowledge that I drank someone’s blood one night ago??? To have this person squirm at my grasp, the stinging bite that evaded the privacy of his neck as I drank until I had no more desire to find out more?? No, because it’s just as ordinary as the next victim that I have already captured it’s scent to devour. Until the moment comes that I will whip you down to the concrete floor and break you in every possible fashion imaginable. I hope you have got a good memory for the warnings that I speak of Casey, because who knows. It may very well be the final ones that you have ever heard.

Dmitri slowly turns away the webpage and searches for something else before finding Spotify, turning it on and searches for Uncle Joe and the Deadbeats. The band that plays his entrance song as he has found it and starts to play it as the acoustic guitars fills the empty room that he sits in.

I’m the Devil, and I am here to do the Devil’s work Am I a devil you may ask yourself Casey?? Of course not, but I do possess the savageness that would make the Prince of Darkness barf in a corner and hide behind his cesspool of damnation. As it is a imaginary world that likes to be uphold in games where he is merely an extra as you control the fate of the hero of the gameHow moronic is that wouldn’t you think?? The problem is that when people believe too much in the world of the Net… you would forget the true dangers that is beyond the wires that keeps your “cyber world” alive. But then again, it takes men like me to destroy these hopes and dreams.

His eyes slowly opens, staring into the camera as it stands behind his laptop. His eyes are cold and show no emotion. No hatred, no anger, no fear. Nothing, as if there is nothing inside the shell of this man that would give you a hint of human life.

For the other two gentlemen in this quartet of dismay for the viewing pleasure of those who do not wish to uphold a normal life. I believe we have never had the pleasure of the introduction of one and other. An introduction is of course in order to keep the interest a valid one and before others would dare to use this as a foul way to bash another. Something that I have grown accustomed that humans often take it upon their own created right to do so. I wonder how further your decisions will be upon your minds as I will speake upon a certain Mr. Frost and Mr. Rage. It sounds like a bad Saturday morning cartoon wouldn’t you agree?? Something I’m sure that will be found somewhere on Youtube or somethingTruth to be told gentlemen, I wonder whether an introduction at sort of situations would even make a difference. Look at Mr. Williams, yes I used his first name. But seeing that I am not approaching those who have no familiarity with yours truly, I would prefer to keep it strictly business like.

Dmitri opens up internet once more, typing in something as we see the face of Lucian Frost emerge. The masked wrestler that has been a successful name in the past of SCW who recently returned to the federation.

I’ve always wondered what the fascination was upon the humans that would have hid their faces behind a mask. Oh I am certain that the childish reactions would have been sprouted out for the biggest part of your existence hasn’t it Mr. Frost? Then again, it’s the pathetic nature of humans to hide the reality from the reality that they wish to create. At least I can understand those who perform with a mask due to a mere culture heritage… but the question remains Mr. Frost?? What is your excuse?? The fact that you prefer to describe to the world that your character is fearless makes me feel giddy like a little schoolgirl that has gotten her first kiss planted somewhere else than her cheekLike that would be very difficult now wouldn’t it?? I’m sorry if I would have made you feel the need to tell me that I am wrong, but isn’t it our right to have an opinion about the lesser existence points from others?? Or would the mere fact that you are covered in a suit and a mask makes you come out as the one person you never could have been without it??? Doesn’t that sound weird Frost?? A wrestler with the ability to perform death defining stunts, the man that has no fears and will stop at nothing to get what he wants to achieve…. Only to ignore the biggest mistake in his life that you aren’t what you proclaim to be. I guess in the world of the Internet lies, you would be just another example of perfection that was created in a mind of a fraud Isn’t the reality sometimes a cheerful thing to proclaim, only to anger or sadden the other??

Dmitri leans back in his chair, his fingers locked into each other as he puts his hands towards his mouth and stares at the camera with a death like interest.

Would you say that I am wrong Frost?? Something that everyone out there will do to disallow the privilege to assume that you could be right. Only to make you feel better than another human being, psychology has never been as low as since I ridiculed at the futile attempts of Fraud before finally getting the point that he was desperately trying to look for. So I see a small man, dressed as a miracle like entity that is super human and can jump over every ocean in one giant leap as his powers are above giant like huh Frost? To dazzle the eyes of those who are too slow to follow you, before falling backwards as they become dizzy beyond repair. Just tell me Frost?? Have you ever watched the one that has watched the world crumble down before his very own feet?? To have seen the corruption in everyone’s mind become a reality that we all wish to hide from. Confuse me Frost, confuse me to the point where I wish to crawl into a casket and hope to have come across lesser beings in a decade or two. As if that would ever happen to… how foolish to assume something that is irrelevant. You see Frost, it makes me realize that a man that wishes to fly through the sky, giving yourself up for the escape of gravity… only to fall down eventually and hope for the right moment to execute greatness. Good for you to escape from the real boundaries that you humans should stick with. Both feet on the ground and live. Are they?? The way I see things are that you are desperate, coming out at a show and demanding that you want to fight for any of the championship belts just merely you have had some good times at one show. How entertaining wouldn’t you agree?? It is clear to me that you want to relive old glory moments. Why?? Is it your lustful desire?? Is it the one thing that keeps you awake at night after this long Frost?? Remembering your partnership with Kain, reliving every single moment time after time when you toss and turn in your bed and then… that one fateful moment that everything has ended?? Doesn’t everything stop eventually?? I guess that’s what you get when you are emotional attached

He pulls his fingers away from the laptop as the google search has stopped with the name of Lucian Frost, waiting for the moment that Dmitri would give the order to search.

I am sure you were expecting me to have looked you up on the net for supposedly many links that would give me loads of information of a name. A name that states you are Lucian Frost, but then again…. The name is only the escape from your reality. A reality exists out of nothing more than hopes, dreams, desires and most of all the weakness to think about anything else. So you wish to grasp a leather belt with golden plates on top of it with your name written down upon it?? Does it make you feel important once more?? Acknowledging that you assume that your life has blended with the ordinary people that you wished to escape from in the first place?? Classic example of denial wouldn’t you think?? Because the way I feel that you are slipping yourself from reality that you assume that history has its tendency to repeat itself. As if the Roman empire survived their own foolish lustful desires and quest for war and entertainment. I will let you dream of these assumptions Frost, it’s rather unwise to take away hopes and dreams of a man that is this close to lose it in the first place. Oh no Frost, I will wait for that moment when we will encounter with two other men, those who have gained championship belts before. Those who know what it is like to win something, only to forget that you always have lost it as well. Why is it that people usually only remember that what brought them wealth?? And forget that what brought them down to their knees begging and crying. You should just have kept that one closet closed and just have walked away my friend. No more that mask upon your face, that would keep the oxygen run to your brain the correct way and assume a clear thought every now and then. It’s hard to accept that doesn’t it?? Just leave while your life has got a heartbeat left that will keep the blood and oxygen flow through your body. Maybe you will be accepted in an accolade of something that accepts frauds of character blending and move on with your life. Because let’s face it Frost, in a world that consists of three character made entities and a reality you will never succeed

Dmitri stares at the screen as he removes the name of Lucian Frost and types in the final word that he just spoke off… Success

It’s all apparent to the world that they only want one thing and one thing only. Success, to be acknowledged for doing something, to be loved for being great and above average ability to succeed where others fail. Or just become that what you are not… right Rage?? Then again, what are you supposed to be in a land that is inhibited by those who proclaim to be giants and super natural small men with masks that hides their shame??If I were still human, I would have smiled at my own attempt to produce something entertaining. A joke as I believe you would call it wouldn’t you?? But then again, you are the monster right?? Of course, every poor excuse of a fantasy needs to have a monster right??Too bad there is no hero to slay the monsterWouldn’t that have captivated the hearts and the hopes of another poor sod that wishes to make a difference, but knows that he is incapable off?? I see you, another champion. Another former banner carrier just like the other two names that I have spoken off in high regard…, just the outcome of the words should not surprise you to be negative. Negative to your own ears as a threat, a warning and perhaps even a challenge. Why do humans always need to be threatened by mere words of reality??? I suppose that they have the need to always prove their worth somehow. And of course, due through the net the world always seems to be a more pleasurable place to beckon your existence wouldn’t you agree Rage? And what Rage houses deep down in your soul?? Your mind?? Your heart?? Is it because you feel yourself to have to prove your worth as a monster?? As you are larger than a masked man and yet smaller than a giant?? That you feel that you are a combination of both and neither?? I would be enraged too if I felt that I would be overlooked somehow. Something I am sure that you will wish to disagree upon with your friends that are… sins??? Another example of ridicule and amazement of what people can come up with these days to sepearte themselves from others. Only to stand out in the crowd. It must be rough to once be in a qualifying series to ultimately challenge the world champion, to have received an opportunity for another one?? Is it out of pity Rage?? That they felt that you have come so close and yet, watch it slip it out of your fingers where other friends have succeeded? Is that enrages a monster these days?? What has happened to the stories of old, where there was told that monsters were out there for blood. For the flesh of those who dare to haunt them? Even that has been taken away from them as in this modern world, the monsters slowly become mainstream for everyone to accept. Even though there is a German masked Monster that has found a way to be taken out of the equation as he wishes no longer to be accepted. How quaint wouldn’t you agree Rage?? Or is there something inside of you that makes you want to grab someone like me by the throat and just squeeze??? As if that would even make a difference, but it would be interesting to see whether I would feel a hint of desperation as maybe I would not know what to do next. Foolish though. You see Rage, it is inevitable to assume the role of a Monster would only get you this far in life. Just like the giant, you have become a limited entity that does not evolve, that does not know how to produce anything imaginable that has not been seen before in the world of the internet wouldn’t you agree?? And the fact that we shall wage a battle with two other men besides us, makes it only more interesting to understand that you have no other alternative but so squirm at the hands of true destruction.

Dmitri turns away from the laptop as he leans against the back of his seat, putting his hands elegantly in front of his mouth and watches the camera before uncrossing his hands again and leans three fingers against his head as if he is thinking about something.

It gets rather boring wouldn’t you agree?? To sit out here, and discuss how foolish fictions of the imagination can only get you this far?? Three men that have championship aspirations, because they have forgotten what it was like to be important. To be recognized as something that represents something. You have said it yourself Casey, how many years?? Is that why you are so frustrated?? Is that it why you blame your family for being a distraction?? Oh my goodness Casey, is that how you push away everything in your life to maintain that Giant like quest for fortune and fame?? It’s sad to see that the world that has been created by this internet has limited the minds to the point where they would utter things that indeed has happened too many years ago. As they record only the great successes in life, not the facts that everything after that just vanished into thin air…. You see Casey, the world is one big place where the pointing finger always turns towards the next man. I have yet to speak out about my opportunity to grab a golden championship belt, for what reasons you may not understand. In life there are miracles that need to happen at due time. Not to be created by minds that hope to extract another pathetic buck and throw it away for adult entertainment. It’s where you will understand that your past successes will remain in the past, perhaps it will be repeated when you have gained enough credits to update your own entity… until then Casey, don’t cry when the sharp sting sinks down into your flesh and takes away your final hope

And do not think that suddenly changing subjects that I have forgotten about you Rage, for it is a mere passing of the torch so to speak from the one dimensional entity to another. But at least it is something that will only allow me to pass the time of boredom as I prefer the onslaught of another human being on a more sophisticated manner. Like a game of chess, or perhaps a duel of two men that have only got one bullet in their gun. Taking ten passes before turning and attempt to shoot first to kill the other. At least these individuals that have lived in a time that I betted on their departure understood the necessary need to fulfil their task in life and remain themselves. Not to be a modern way of being an escaped convict from a mental hospital that thought that he was Cesar or Napoleon. See the sudden comparison of the two?? But at least these two names were true monsters, that had no remorse, that had no regret and dared to have people die for them. Not just be something on camera nad then put on a baseball cap and drive home to be a normal Joe. Because let’s be honest, Rage?? You?? You are just a person with some mental instable, who is incapable of controlling your rage and just thought to just throw it all away huh Rage? Well throw it away, throw it all away into my waiting arms as I will smile, sitting in the corner of the room as you try to reach for it and are incapable to obtain. But at least you and Casey aren’t the weaklings that cowardly hides behind a mask to protect your true identity.

Or is it perhaps the modern era where appearances is the one key into a successful life Frost?? It must have been a lonely life alone, getting into arena’s real early without those who have cell phones with camera’s waiting for someone to arrive that may very well be you?? What is it that you are hiding oh cowardly Dr. Jeckyll, who is too afraid for his Mr. Hyde. Or did you do something terrible?? Because it couldn’t be the reflection of the fact that you have no fear right??? Having no fear for anything is when you stand in front of all others and present to them as something that they wish to achieve. But to achieve a goal to be a coward is something I have yet to endure in all these centuries that I have been alive. Or at least something that you would refer to as living.

Dmitri stares at his dark suit that he is wearing, a few skull like rings on his fingers as his black fingernails are touching his chin for a few moments.

I have bashed you for your characteristic natures I admit and I know that in a world that when the mentality is an eye for an eye, that there will be repercussions coming out of your mouths towards me. Accusing me for being a fake, a fraud. A non existing vampire, a mere human being that tries to play a role and not believe it the way you do. Assumptions are always welcome to start a discussion that will ultimately end up into four people not agreeing upon each other. But at least I do not run around screaming for anything that you do not deserve to begin with. Ask Mr. Staggs how being a former champion has treated him against another… of course in your words “Human Being??” The mere fact that he is hiding for his own sobbing tears makes my existence more adorable as I have three other names that I could ultimately squash you.

Dmitri squeezes one hand into a fist as if to say that he is squashing his three other opponents for the Super Card.

I will no longer keep you waiting, no longer keep you on the edge of your seats as you are awaiting my words to roll out of my mouth and into your listening ears. Giving it time to endure it through yoru brain and perhaps something far more interesting could be coming my way for me to respond to. Because let’s face it, sophistication is something that the Vampires of old seek for in the world of new. Never expecting to wals into the fairy tales of Alice in Wonderland in digital format. Just learn from these words, as a vampire does not seek for glory, it does not seek the recognition that all you three fools are desperately attempt to regain. Oh no, Nosferatu only seeks only those to victimize. Perhaps you could describe the Internet as the cesspool that once was Sodom and Gomorra. Not knowing who to trust, not knowing who will answer the door. Especially as the net allows those to trick you to hand out money, to cause you to believe that someone on the other line is in love with you. Or the mere fact that the person that you are talking to is not the person you were hoping it to be. Is that what you wish the world to endure when a vampire searches the net for it’s prey?? Maybe it’s the wisest thing that the internet will endure the haunting of Nosferatu as people will stop making hopes and dreams to be a giant, a monster or a masked crusader. Not to suffocate in your own lies and make those who are around you endure the pain that they did not deserve. Tell me gentleman as the simplest of words of you will beat me is so much forgotten glory, even for me to endure. Tell me, tell me why in this world of damnation, that you deserve this title in a way that even the others can understand. Because just like your careers been disappointed as of late, I do not believe the desire to come out on top in the wrestling ring as well as the ring of your mind separates you from others. Because in the end, all you can come up with is that I am wrong, that you will prove me wrong and tell a different tale and in the end will beat me. I’ve heard that so many times before that I would rather face a nobody, than three that wish to be a nobody.

With that Dmitri gets up from his seat and walks off as we slowly fade to darkness. [/align]

[Jake Sullivan]

 The Lost Years: Part 5



This week has just been going from bad to worse for Rage.  He might have been lucky enough to walk away from his car accident with nothing more than a slight bump on the head, but the extent of the impending legal consequences were yet to be seen.  The authorities were well aware that Rage was travelling at a high rate of speed, and that he may have been distracted by his cell phone, but the investigation was still under way.  

While he’s been dealing with the added stress following all of that, J2H hasn’t held back his thoughts and opinions on Rage, or the fact that he’s busting his ass and working his way towards the World Heavyweight Championship.  And, hopefully, it would be a shot at J2H at the same time.  Until that time, however, Rage has to sit back and watch Travis Nathaniel Andrews and Connor Murphy headline Blaze of Glory V against J2H.  Right now, Rage is hoping with everything that he has, that J2H holds on to that belt for a while.

Following his and Sam Marlowe’s match at Climax Control, plans quickly changed.  Even though they were up against the legendary Spike Staggs and his partner Lucy Seraphina, Rage felt confident enough teaming with Sam Marlowe against the pair.  He felt in his gut that not only would they beat Spike and Lucy and move on to the finals and Blaze of Glory, but that they would win the whole thing.  He felt that way, because he simply wanted it that bad...he needed it that bad, because J2H was just pushing his buttons too much these days and it was time to shut the former Brat Prince the hell up.

But that didn’t happen.  And now Rage is walking away disappointed and without a clue what lies ahead for him at Blaze of Glory V.  

He’s not even bothering to watch the World Heavyweight Title match between J2H and Ben Jordan right now.  Instead, he’s quietly packing his bag in the men’s locker room as Kittie stands outside waiting for him.  As he throws the last of his things in his duffel bag, then zips it up, the locker room door opens.  Rage looks up to see Synn and Despayre standing in the doorway.  Synn has a stern look on his face as he stares at Rage and Kittie stands behind them.  Rage doesn’t speak a word as he tosses his bag over his shoulder, though he’s fairly sure he knows what is coming.

Synn: Joshua, step out into the hallway with Kittie for a while.

It’s not a question and Despayre just looks up at his father, slightly disappointed.

Despayre: Aw, I wanted to see you garden with Rage!

They’re all left slightly baffled, but it’s Kittie who speaks up and asks the question on everyone’s minds.

Kittie: Garden with Rage?

Despayre: Yeah.  I heard Gabriel say Dad was gonna rake him over coals!

Kittie lets out a snort, but Synn remains eerily quiet as he stares at Rage.  Kittie places a hand on Despayre’s shoulder, and he turns around and walks out.  Before Kittie closes the door, she looks at Rage, an amused smirk on her face, but Rage just ignores it.

Once the door is closed, Synn slowly steps towards Rage.  Rage avoids eye contact, and once Synn realizes this, he stops and finally breaks his silence.

Synn: Look at me.

His town is deep and threatening and Rage doesn’t need to be told twice.  He looks up and makes eye contact with his leader...his manager...his family.  And for the first time, Rage is truly lost for words.

Synn: Do you understand the gravity of what you’ve done?  What in HELL were you thinking?!

Rage takes in a deep breath and then exhales in a deep sigh.

Rage: It wasn’t the first time I sped around Vegas like that, Synn!  I needed the damn adrenaline rush!

Synn: Do you think I give a shit?!  Regardless of how many times you’ve been so God damned reckless, all it takes is one time!  And this time, not only could it have ended up costing you your own life, but someone else’s!

Rage shakes his head.

Rage: But it didn’t!

Synn shakes his head and has an exasperated look on his face.

Rage: C’mon, Synn!  I’m not dead!  What’s the worst that could have happened?!

Synn’s eyes fill with pure Rage as he takes another step towards Rage.

Synn: Take a look at my son you stupid bastard and then ask me that question again!!!

Synn’s voice is booming, and there’s no doubt that Kittie and Despayre heard every word he just aimed at Rage.  Synn stands there, fuming, as the expression on Rage’s face drops, and he’s left speechless.  Synn just nods his head, but he isn’t any less angry.

Synn: Of course you didn’t think about that while you were speeding around without a damn care!  Joshua might be alive, but that car accident forever changed him!  What if you had done that to someone else’s child?  Or what if you had done that to yourself?!  That shit doesn’t just affect you, Rage, it could very well affect other people!

Rage takes in another deep breath and runs his hand over his head.  He knew Synn was right, but nothing he said would ease Synn’s anger at all.

Rage: Alright, I get it!  I was stupid!

Synn: Yes, you were.  And because of that stupidity and carelessness, I might not be able to get you out of the shit storm you’ve gotten yourself into.  Though a huge part of me is tempted to not even bother and instead let you deal with whatever consequences you’re given.

Rage’s eyes widen and he shakes his head.

Rage I made a mistake, Synn!  People make--

Synn: A mistake that should teach you a God damned lesson!  Besides, there are several factors working against you.

Rage: There’s gotta be something...

Synn shakes his head.

Synn: Too bad you didn’t think of all of this before you were so reckless, huh Rage?  There’s only so many favors I can pull, and with your legal history, I’m not making any guarantees this time.

Rage: Fuck…

Synn nods.

Synn: Perhaps it’s a good thing you didn’t advance in this tournament.  The next few weeks could be very busy on the legal front for you.

Rage: Yeah, and at least now I don’t have to worry about having to face Despy…

Synn shakes his head.  It looks as if he is about to scold Rage again, but there is a knock on the door before it slowly opens and Kittie peeks her head inside.

Kittie: I, uh, hate to interrupt…

Rage rolls his eyes.

Rage: Yeah, like I believe that.

Kittie: Anyway, as I was saying...I hate to interrupt, but they just gave us the lineup for Blaze of Glory V.  Might want to take a look at this.

Kittie steps inside and holds a sheet of paper out to Rage.  He doesn’t seem interested in looking at it, so Synn does him a favor.  He looks over the scheduled matches and nods when his eyes fall to Rage’s match.

Synn: Congratulations.  You’re getting a title shot after all.

Rage’s eyes widen and he snatches the paper from Synn’s hands.  Kittie looks at Synn, confused, but he just shakes his head and waits for Rage’s response.

Rage: About fucking time they---

His voice trails off when his eyes fall to his name on the sheet of paper.  True, he was being given a title opportunity, but it wasn’t for the title he was expecting.

Rage: Are you fucking kidding me?!  The Internet Championship?!?!  That’s not the title I was aiming for!

Kittie grins and folds her arms across her chest as Despayre has walked into the locker room behind her, Angel clutched tightly in his arms.

Synn: That might be the case, but it is a title opportunity none-the-less.  After all, you did say you wanted to earn your shot at the World Heavyweight Championship, and unfortunately you and Samantha Marlowe were eliminated tonight.

Rage crumples up the sheet of paper and whips it across the room.

Despayre: Beggars can’t be choosers, you know!

Rage: Eliminated or not,they could have put me in a match to earn a future shot at the World Heavyweight Championship!

Synn: And how fair would that be Joshua or Spike Staggs who will be fighting for that very opportunity at Blaze of Glory?

Rage just rolls his eyes and adjusts the strap of his duffel bag over his shoulder.

Rage: I didn’t mean it like that, Synn.  I guess I’ve just been busting my ass for nothing.  Whatever.  I don’t give a shit anymore.

He steps past Synn, and reaches into his pocket, pulling out some cash.  Before he walks out of the locker room he hands the cash over to Despayre.

Rage: For the swear jar.

Despayre gladly takes the money from Rage and Rage storms out of the locker room and down the hall.  As he’s walking down the hall, he lets out a ferocious guttoral growl and knocks a few things over in the process.  It was outbursts like these that Rage had done so well in controlling over the last year.  Controlled or not, it was clear that this side of Rage was very much still alive deep within him.

And it was the side of Rage that everyone had grown to expect from time to time.  



**FLASHBACK**
Twenty Seven Years Ago…

Six weeks had gone by since young Jake Sullivan had been admitted into this private pediatric psychiatric facility.  Six weeks since he had been told that his family had died.  Six weeks he had been under the care of Dr. Acklund; a man who he doesn’t like, or trust one bit.  But, Jake is a confused and angry ten year old boy who has no memory of causing the fire that he had been told killed his family.

Ever since he woke up after that first night, he’d been trying to remember.  He would close his eyes try to recall the events of what happened, but he couldn’t.  All he knew was what Dr. Acklund was telling him.  And it made him angry.  Well, angrier than he already was.

It’s currently socializing time on his ward.  The other children who currently called the same place home for various other reasons were in the recreation room.  All were being monitored closely by nurses and security staff.  You wouldn’t think they would need security, but with the various issues each had, the staff had to be prepared for spontaneous outbursts at any given moment.

And they usually happened on a daily basis.  In fact, in just a short while, they’d bare witness to perhaps the most violent outburst they had ever seen.

Jake is currently keeping as much distance between he and the other children as he can.  While a group of others surf through the select channels they are offered, trying to find something worth watching, he remains in the corner of the room.  He wants nothing to do with any of them, and he’s using the time to do what he’s been doing the past several weeks.

Trying to remember.

He’s sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall with his knees pulled up close to his chest.  He has his hands around his knees and his eyes are closed as he just thinks to himself.  As his eyes remain closed, he becomes aware of a shadow directly in front of him.  He keeps his eyes closed in the hopes that whoever it is will walk away and leave him alone, but they don’t, so he’s forced to speak up.

Jake: Go...away.

He hears chuckling from another young boy.

“If you don’t do what they tell you to do, you will never get to go home.”

Annoyed, he finally opens his eyes.  A boy, close to his age, is standing directly in front of him.  He’s still wearing his pajamas and slippers, but Jake just narrows his eyes at him.

Jake: I said go away.

Boy: They’ll give you another shot.  You don’t want another shot, do you?

Jake lets out a little growl, but he stays where he is.  From the corner of his eye he sees a nurse watching the two of them closely.

Jake: What do you care?

Boy: I hear you all the time, you know.  I hear you throwing a fit.  I hear you crying and yelling and screaming.  It’s okay, though.  We have all done the same, but the more you do that, the more shots they’ll give you.

Jake closes his eyes and lets out a sigh.  He tries to ignore the other boy, but unfortunately he’s not given that chance.

Boy: By the way, I’m Allen.

Jake: I don’t care what your name is.  I don’t need any friends.

Allen: You really should cooperate with the doctor and nurses, you know.  I have it all figured out.

Jake laughs and shakes his head, and he opens his eyes to glare at Allen.

Jake: Oh yeah?  If you have it all figured out then why are you still here?  Why aren’t you home with your parents, huh?

Allen shrugs.

Allen: Easy.  They don’t like Frankie.

Jake: Frankie?  Who is Frankie?

Allen points to something...or someone?...beside him, and Jake just grows more confused.

Allen: He’s my best buddy, but he has this thing about letting other people see him.  He’s caused a lot of trouble, but everyone thinks *I* have done them.  I’ve tried telling him to just make it so people can see him, but he won’t.  I think I’m close to persuading him though, because I really miss my family and I really want to--

Jake: That’s great and all, Allen, but I really don’t care.  I just want to be left alone and--

Allen interrupts him again, and this only feeds Jake’s anger more.

Allen: I have some snacks hidden in my room.  It’s the good stuff!  I’ll share if you want.  The good snacks always put me in a better--

Before Allen can get another word out, Jake lets out a loud scream, leaps to his feet and tackles Allen to the ground!  He begins punching him repeatedly in the face as the other children in the room have now erupted in pure chaos as they watch the attack ensue!  Jake begins slamming Allen’s head against the tiled floor as the nursing staff and security rush over to him with a needle at the ready!

Jake: I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!  I SAID I DON’T NEED ANY FRIENDS!  SHUT UP!  SHUT UP!  LEAVE ME ALONE!

Allen’s face is a bloody mess at this point as a the nurses and security pull Jake from off of him.  Nurse Faith quickly sticks the needle in his arm as the security guard holds him back.

Jake: No!  No...more...shots!  I…...want…….to…..go……….

The sedative kicks him quickly and the security guard lifts Jake into his arms and carries him down the hall towards his room with Nurse Faith following behind him.  Nurse Doris and another nurse stays behind to check on little Allen, as other staff try to get the rest of the children under control.

Several hours later…

As has been the case many times over the last six weeks, Jake is slowly waking up as the sedative wears off.  This time, however, he is not restrained to the bed and that comes as a surprise not only to himself, but the nurses as well.  But Dr. Acklund had refused to let them put the restraints on.

As his eyes slowly open and he looks around his room, he becomes aware of Dr. Acklund seated in a chair just next to his bed.  He sits up too quickly and the dizziness overwhelms him.  Dr. Acklund just shakes his head at his young patient.  Perhaps his most difficult at the moment.

Dr. Acklund: Jake, why did you hurt Allen?

Jake turns his head and glares at Dr. Acklund.  He doesn’t want to answer that question.  He doesn’t even want to speak to him.

Dr. Acklund: You’re not making this easy, you know that?  If you just cooperate--

Jake: I DON’T LIKE YOU!  I DON’T HAVE TO TALK TO YOU!

Dr. Acklund takes in a deep breath.  He nods as he looks down to a notepad in his hands and he jots something down, but Jake can’t tell what he’s writing.

Dr. Acklund: That’s true.  You don’t have to talk to me, Jake.  But the longer you refuse to talk to me, the longer you will be here.  I’m trying to help you.

Jake: No you’re not!  You’re lying to me!

Dr. Acklund leans back in his chair, and just stares at Rage for a moment.  He takes in another deep breath before he speaks again.

Dr. Acklund: What do you think I’m lying to you about, Jake?  Allen had to be transferred to another hospital because of your attack.  Any other doctor would have ordered you into a solitary unit and have you restrained to the bed, but I have not.  I’m on your side, Jake.

Jake shakes his head furiously.

Jake: No you’re not!  You’re lying to me about my family!  You said I killed them, but I didn’t!  I would remember if I killed them, but I don’t!  LIAR!!

Dr. Acklund shakes his head and sighs.  He realizes, however, that nothing he says will make Jake believe him.

Dr. Acklund: You’re just repressing those memories, Jake.  It was an awful thing to have to go through, let alone something for you to have done.  Of course you don’t remember doing such a thing, but--

Jake: I...DIDN’T...DO...IT!  I DIDN’T KILL THEM!

Dr. Acklund tries to speak again, but Jake lunges off the bed and right at him!  He has to think quickly and luckily, Nurses Faith and Doris come rushing in as they usually do and this time, Dr. Acklund agrees to let them restrain him to the bed, though they don’t sedate him.  He continues to thrash about as they exit his room, closing the door behind them, but it’s Nurse Faith who speaks up.

Faith: Dr. Acklund, I understand you feel you need to do everything to help this boy, but I feel he may be beyond help.  Poor Allen is in a coma because of what he did!

Dr. Acklund: I know, Faith.  I know.  I’m trying to gain his trust, because until that happens, I won’t be able to help him.

Faith: And what if he doesn’t?  I’m sorry, Dr. Acklund, but if you don’t see to it that he is properly restrained and separated from the rest of the children, I’ll have to go above you to see to it that it happens.

Faith gives Dr. Acklund a serious look that says she’s not kidding and she and Doris walk away to go check on the rest of the patients.  What the two women don’t know, is that Dr. Acklund has another reason for not treating Jake with the same extreme measures as he would with any other patient.  

Dr. Acklund was harboring a secret that could cost him not only his medical license, but it could also send him to prison.



“How long are you going to just leave him out there like that?”

Kittie and Phillip are standing by the door leading to the back yard pool area.  They’re staring out the door do one of the large lounge chairs that surrounds the pool.  Rage is sprawled out on the chair, seemingly passed out, with various empty beer and liquor bottles surrounding him.  The two can almost hear him snoring away, and although it’s almost noon, Kittie obviously doesn’t want to try and wake him.

Kittie: Honestly, who the hell cares?  His mopey bullshit is starting to irritate me, so I’m more than happy to let him sulk away and act like an idiot.  And you should, too.  Don’t let his changed act fool you, Phil.  He’s still the same angry bastard he’s always been.  He always will be.

Phil: If that’s the case, then why do you stick around?  Why do you put up with it if you have such a problem with it?

She takes in a deep breath and turns away from the door, looking directly at Phil.  She offers him a simple shrug of her shoulders before she responds.

Kittie: Because he’s doing all this shit to try and get me and everyone else to leave.  But...we’re family.  One big, unconventional blended family and I’m not giving him what he thinks he want in this case.  He just has to figure it out for himself and get over his temper tantrum like he always does.

Phil: Look, I might not have known him as long as you have, but I really don’t think it’s some temper tantrum.  He’s not five years old.

Kittie laughs and shakes her head.

Kittie: No, he’s not.  But, Phil, this is who he is.  Don’t sit around waiting for him to change, because it’s not gonna happen.  It’s better to just accept it and find a way to live with it.

Phillip turns his attention back to his troubled older brother outside.  Kittie gives him a gentle pat on the arm before she walks away and heads upstairs to another part of the house.  Phillip stays behind, deciding what to do, but the longer he stares at Rage still passed out in that chair, the more agitated he gets, until he finally slides the door open and steps outside.  

Rage is snoring quite loud and doesn’t move an inch as Phillip slowly walks towards the chair.  He has to kick a few of the bottles away, and some of them slide a little too far and fall into the pool, but Phillip doesn’t care.  He stands over his brother, staring down at him disappointedly.

Phil: Yo, Rage…

No response.

Phil: Rage...Rage wake your ass up, man!

Rage finally shows some movement, but it’s not enough to know if Phillip really has his attention or not.  He grunts and moves his arm just a bit, but his eyes stay closed and he says nothing.  Phillip lets out a sigh and growls before he decides to go a different route, and kicks the bottom of Rage’s shin.

Phil: JAKE!  WAKE UP!

That seems to do the trick, but Rage’s reaction is a little bit...clumsy.  He jolts out of his drunken stupor and falls right out of the chair, dangerously close to the edge of the pool, which hasn’t even been properly opened for the season yet.  Rage saves himself from falling into the tarp covered pool, and Phillip just shakes his head.

When he realizes what is going on, Rage glares up at his brother.  He grabs an empty beer bottle and whips it at Phillip, but Phillip ducks just in time and the bottle crashes against the side of the house and shatters.

Phil: Real nice, dude.  Did that make you feel any better?

Rage snarls, but he stays seated on the edge of the pool, afraid he might lose his balance if he tried getting back to his feet too quickly.

Rage: Woulda felt better if it hit your head!  How many times do I gotta tell ya no to call me that name?!

Phillip shakes his head.

Phil: Well it got your attention, didn’t it?  What the hell is going on with you lately, bro?

Rage: The fuck do you care?  When you’re not working, you’re busy shacking up with that blonde girlfriend of yours.

The ignorance and annoyance in Rage’s voice as he almost speaks badly about Phillip’s girlfriend, Madeline, seems to strike a nerve in Phillip.  He takes a step towards Rage, kicking more empty bottles at him.

Phil: I care, you miserable bastard, because you’re my brother and you saved my fucking life!

Rage has no response for his brother.  He shoves more of the bottles away from him and looks away from Phillip.

Phil: If you hadn’t gotten me the hell out of Boston when you did, I would either still be locked up in the psych ward, or I probably would have tried to kill myself as soon as I got out!  I owe my damn life to you, but here you are, acting like your life suddenly doesn’t matter.  First with that accident last week and now with this fucking mess!

Rage: Leave me the hell alone, Phil.  I’m not in the mood--

Phil: You NEVER are!  That’s my fucking point!  What the hell is so bad right now that you have to act like this?!

Rage glares up at Phillip once again.  His eyes are narrowed and he’s breathing heavily as he grows more and more angry with his brother by the second.  He places his palms against the ground and slowly pushes himself to his feet, but he’s still clearly very unsteady.  He manages to keep his footing, but he’s still dangerously close to the edge of the pool and Phillip notices this.  Rage clenches his fists at his side as he responds.

Rage: Excuse me if I’m just a little pissed off that I’ve been busting my ass for nothing in my fucking job, Phil!  And not to mention, I fucking wrecked a million dollar car and they revoked my fucking license!  Oh, and to make this week so much better, instead of keeping me in contention for the title I fucking want and deserve I’m put in a match for second tier title that means fucking shit to me!  Is that what you wanted to hear, Phil?!  Huh?!

Phillip shakes his head.

Phil: No, actually, it’s not, because it’s a load of crap.  First off, you wrecked that damn car because you were driving as crazy as you were so you’re lucky that all they did was revoke your license.

Rage: If this is gonna turn into some stupid lecture, save it.  I already had to hear it from Synn.

Phil: Too bad, bro, because you’re about to hear it again.  Whatever he said to you, he’s right.  The only difference is that I think I see something that everyone else doesn’t right now.

Rage rolls his eyes and laughs, but Phillip doesn’t find anything amusing about all of this.

Rage: Oh, yeah?  And what might that be?

Phil: I see someone struggling with trying to be who he and everyone else thinks he is, and who he really can be.  Seriously, I know you’ve got anger issues.  You always have.  But you’re acting like there’s no hope!  And not just with your anger issues or who you are.  But with SCW, too.  So you didn’t get the title match you wanted?  Big deal.  Keep busting your ass regardless, dude.  Don’t just give up!

Rage shakes his head again.

Rage: Don’t try and give me advice on what I should or shouldn’t do in SCW, Phil, when you don’t know shit about the business.

Phil: True, I don’t.  But I have a lot of experience in feeling like I’ve been doing shit for nothing and just giving up.

Rage narrows his eyes and even crinkles his nose at Phillip.  He knows what Phillip is referring to.

Rage: Seriously, Phil?  You think this is anything like your situation?!  I’m not gonna fucking try and kill myself over shit in SCW, and I sure as shit ain’t suicidal!  If I wanted to kill myself, I would have found a way to do it a long fucking time ago when I was locked up in that psychiatric facility as a kid!

Phillip is left mostly speechless as Rage defends himself.  He tries to think of something else to say, but Rage doesn’t give him the chance to respond.

Rage: Despite all that bullshit that I went through, Phil, I dealt with it all!  I still kept fucking fighting!  I didn’t pussy out like people expected me to, and I sure as shit didn’t take the coward’s way out like you!

Phillip has finally had enough and he takes two steps forward, hauls his fist back and swings at Rage!  He clocks him right in the jaw and Rage goes flying backwards, right on top of the tarp!  The tarp rips and Rage immediately gets soaked as he struggles to move his way back to the edge of the pool.  Kittie comes rushing outside after hearing the commotion and when she sees Rage in the pool, and Phillip glaring down at him, fuming, she snorts.

Rage finally makes it to the edge of the pool and grabs on, trying to pull himself out of the water and he looks up at Phil, shocked.  Phillip is livid at this point, but he has one last message for Rage.

Phil: I’ll have my shit packed and I’ll be out of here by the end of the week.  Thanks a lot, Jake.

He turns around without another word and storms past Kittie.  She turns and watches as Phil disappears into the house, slamming the door behind him.  Once he’s out of sight, she turns her attention back to Rage as he is pulling himself of the pool and back to his feet.  When he makes eye contact, he’s not at all happy, but she only has one thing to say to him.

Kittie: I don’t know what the hell just happened, but you better fix that shit and fast.

Rage: Why the fuck should I?  Let him leave if he wants to!

Kittie: Because he’s your brother!  Just fucking fix it, asshole!

Kittie growls and rolls her eyes in annoyance before she, too, turns and heads inside.  Rage stands behind, watching as she disappears into the house and he tries to ring out as much of the water from his clothes as he can.  The stress over both confrontations gets the best of him and he reaches down, picks up another empty beer bottle and whips it at the side of his house as he had done with the other, shattering it, too.  He does this with another and another, as he lets off a serious amount of steam.



Two days later…

The tension in Rage’s household hasn’t gotten any better following the altercation between he and his brother.  Phillip ended up packing up some clothes and leaving, and Rage hasn’t heard from him since.  This, of course, hasn’t sat well with Kittie.  Especially after what Rage did for his brother a year and a half ago.  She had hoped Rage would come to his senses after he sobered up, but sadly that hasn’t happened.  And “that” refers to him coming to his senses, not sobering up.  Because he’s been sober for at least twenty four hours now.

He’s fresh out of the shower as he heads downstairs to make himself and Kittie some breakfast.  Just as he opens the fridge, the front door opens and Phillip walks inside.  Both are surprised to see one another, but Phillip quickly looks away and tries to ignore Rage.  He’s heading towards the stairs leading to the furnished basement where his room is.  Rage sets the few things he took out of the fridge on the counter and calls out to Phillip before he takes one step downstairs.

Rage: Phil, wait…

Phillip stands there frozen for a moment.  He doesn’t even turn around as he responds.

Phil: I just came to get a few things.  I won’t be long.

Rage: Where’ve you been?

Phillip shakes his head and slowly turns it to look at Rage with narrowed eyes.  He’s holding the banister along the edge of the stairs.

Phil: Why?  It’s not like you care?  And it’s none of your business.

Regret and remorse is written all over Rage’s face as he takes a few steps towards Phillip.  Upstairs, Kittie overhears both men, and she stands far enough away so she’s not seen, but can still eavesdrop on them.

Rage: You’re right, it is none of my business.  But the first ain’t true, Phil.

Phil: Bullshit.  You showed your true feelings the other day.  It’s alright, though.  I’m not upset about it.  I’m not gonna take an entire bottle of pills over it.

Rage is taken back as Phillip speaks bluntly about his suicide attempt for the first time.  He runs his hand over his head, trying to find the right words to say.  He hadn’t planned on apologizing to Phillip, or trying to fix things, but seeing Phillip had suddenly changed his mind.

Rage: Look, I said some pretty shitty things the other day, but I was nursing one monster of a hangover.  Not that it excuses what I said, but…

Phil: You’re right, it doesn’t.  It makes you look like even more of an ass.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d really rather not be here any longer than I already have.

Phillip goes to take a step downstairs but Rage lets out a growl.

Rage: Damn it, Phil!  Would you just stop for a few minutes and let me talk?!  I’m trying to apologize here, but you’re not even giving me the fucking chance!

Phil: Because I don’t want to hear it, bro.  You said your peace the other day.  I don’t need to hear anymore.

Rage: You’re being a stubborn asshole, you know that?

Phillip laughs.

Phil: Pot meet kettle?

Rage frowns at Phillip, but Phillip ends up backing away from the stairs and turning to face him.

Phil: Make it quick.  I’m meeting Maddie for breakfast in a little while.

Rage: You mean you weren’t staying with her these past couple days?

Phillip narrows his eyes, refusing to answer that question and Rage holds his hands up, agreeing to not ask anymore questions.

Rage: I don’t want you to move out, Phil.  You can stay as long as you want, or need, to.  I said some pretty fucked up things the other day, but I want you to know that I’m not judging you for what you did back in Boston.  I brought you here to live with me for a reason.

Phil: Yeah, and now you apparently regret that decision.  It’s cool, Rage.

Rage sighs and shakes his head.

Rage: No, I don’t regret it, Phil!  You really think I’d rather you have stayed back and Boston and ended up finishing off what you started?  Or be stuck in that fucking hospital?  Fuck no!

Phil: Why should I believe you?  I mean, that doctor had you fooled into thinking you actually killed me, mom, dad and Ashley all those years.  Some part of you must have wanted it to be true.

Rage: Can we NOT talk about that shit right now, Phil?

Phillip rolls his eyes.

Phil: That’s your problem, bro.  You never want to talk about it, but it’s a big part of your fucking problem!  You had anger problems back then, and you clearly still have them now, but not because you’re beyond help.  You put on this act because you think you have to be angry all the damn time, but you don’t.  I don’t know why, but it’s whatever.  Do whatever the hell you want, bro.

Rage: You think my anger problem is an act?

Phillip nods.

Phil: It might not have always been, but I know for a fact it is now.

Rage: It’s not a fucking act, Phil!  It’s part of who I am!  It’s always been a fucking part of me, and it’s the damn reason I was put into that psychiatric facility when I was a kid!  I can’t just shut it off!  I don’t want to shut it off, because the first time I let my guard down...it’s all fucking over.  Sure this anger can be a hindrance at times, but it has damn sure helped me get where I am today.

Phillip goes silent for a moment, lost for words.  Upstairs, Kittie continues to listen to every word that is spoken between both men.  She’s surprised to hear Rage speaking so candidly, but she doesn’t speak a word as she doesn’t want Rage to find out she is eavesdropping.

Rage: My whole fucking life has been a constant battle, Phil.  A battle to survive...a battle to build my own life...a battle to make a name for myself...a battle for answers!  I’m sick of people giving me shit over how I act all the time.  Doesn’t matter if I’m being an asshole, or if I’m being nice for a fucking change.  I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t!

Phil: I don’t tell you how to act, bro.  I’m just sick of you lying to yourself, because from my point of view, you think that you only have to be the angry asshole all the time.

Rage grows increasingly agitated and he rubs his temples as a headache starts building.  He closes his eyes for a few moments before he opens them again and looks directly at his brother.

Rage: Look, I don’t want to fight about this anymore.  I just wanted to apologize for being an ignorant asshole the other day, and to tell ya that you don’t have to move out.  And…

Phil: And?  There’s more?

Rage nods.

Rage: Yeah...I was thinking maybe you and Maddie might want to come to Phoenix with the rest of us.  Despy and I have big matches, and could use all the support we can get.  But...only if you want…

Phil: That mean you actually want the Internet title now?

Rage frowns, but he doesn’t answer that question.  He just stares at Phillip while he waits for an actual answer.

Phil: Well...Maddie has been wanting to see what you guys do…

Rage: Good...then it’s settled.  We leave on Sunday.  It only takes a few hours to drive there but--

Phillip holds his hands up, silencing Rage rather quickly.

Phil: Whoa, whoa, whoa...Drive?  Your license is revoked, dude!

Rage scratches his head and has an awkward grin on his face.  Phillip throws his hands in the air and lets out a frustrated sigh.

Phil: This was all a trick to get me to drive to Phoenix, wasn’t it?!  You’re such an ass!

Phillip sighs and turns around, heading downstairs.  Rage can’t stop him, but he stands at the edge of the stairs, and yells downstairs at Phillip.

Rage: I’ll give you gas money!

Phillip can be heard swearing and throwing a fit, and Rage just laughs.  When he turns around he almost bumps into Kittie, nearly knocking her down.  She looks at him with a proud smile on her face, and he rolls his eyes.

Rage: You’re so damn nosey!  You just don’t know how to mind your own damn business!

He storms off back into the kitchen to get back to making breakfast and Kittie just lets out a laugh and follows behind him.



I guess it’s time to accept the bullshit I’ve been dealt with and move on, huh? Blaze of Glory is just a week away, and while it still pisses me off that I not only have to watch Spike and Lucy face Despy and Crystal in the Blast From The Past final, I’ll also have to sit back and watch as two of the most undeserving pieces of shit get a World Heavyweight Championship shot against J2H.  I mean, seriously...Travis Nathanial Andrews and Connor Murphy?  A Nobody and an even BIGGER Nobody?  What the fuck is going on in this place?

But, everyone keeps telling me not to worry about something that I just can’t change and that I’m not involved in.  That might be true, but regardless of me getting put in this Internet Championship match, in my mind, I’m still VERY much involved in the Heavyweight title scene.  I’ll be watching closely, because I’ll be DAMNED if I’m going to let the fact that I’ve been busting my ass trying to work my way back up to the top where I belong mean absolutely shit...mean nothing.  Because it means something.  Regardless of what other people think.  

Anyway, back to the topic at hand I guess.  

This isn’t the first time I’ve been given a shot at the Internet Championship.  A lot of people probably don’t remember, but I was one of the guys in the match at Inception last year to crown the very first Internet Champion.  Back then...I didn’t win it.  Nah, some annoying drama queen won the damn thing, but nobody seems to remember that either, right?  Not that anyone would want to remember a name like Blaque Hart Bruce Evans anyway.  I’m glad that guy disappeared again because anytime he shows up on SCW television, you can bet some fucked up drama is gonna go down.

I could have won that match, though.  All the haters out there might disagree with that and say I’m past my prime and that I’ve been past my prime, but...they’re wrong on so many levels.  Physically...I’d never felt better in my fucking life.  But, mentally?  I didn’t want it.  I didn’t want the Internet Championship so I simply let it slip through my fingers, and I walked away from SCW for a whole year.

So what about now?  I’m being given another shot at the Internet Championship under similar circumstances.  The title was vacated a few weeks ago when the former champ, that psychotic freak Goth, finally did what I’ve been hoping he would do for some time.  He retired.  He left, but he had to vacate the title in the process.  What a fucking pussy.  But..I’ll keep the rest of my thoughts on that to myself because we all saw Goth’s little rant to Lord Raab at Climax Control recently.  None of it matters, because I’m over it and all I can say is good riddance to that piece of shit.

And now here I am, tossed in a match against three other guys to fill the vacated championship.  Half the guys I had to face in that Ultimate X match at Inception last year, but, apparently I have an even bigger challenge this time.  The only question remains...have I changed my mind on the Internet Championship?  Do I want to take advantage of this opportunity I’ve been given and walk out of Blaze of Glory with championship gold like I deserve?

Fuck yeah, I do.

Casey Williams...Lucian Frost...Dmitri...every one of these guys is just a hurdle to me getting what I’ve been fighting for since the day I signed my new contract a couple of months ago.  Granted, this isn’t the title I’ve been fighting for, but I’ve finally opened my eyes and realized it’s a fucking title none-the-less and right now?  It’ll just serve as a stepping stone to get my shot at the World Heavyweight Championship when it comes down to it...and hopefully J2H in the process(Sorry Despy!).

A lot of people think that I was put in this match because the bosses felt sorry for me, but you know what?  Fucking open your eyes people and look at who I’m facing here.  What have any of these assholes done recently to deserve this title shot?  Huh?  No, if anything, I’m practically being HANDED the Internet Championship, because when it comes to the four of us...I’m more of a threat than any one of them will ever be.  Especially Casey Williams.  The guy may be bigger than me, but I definately don’t see him as a fucking challenge.

The Freight Train of Pain?  Really?  I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, that guy just needs to change his name to The Freight Train of LAME because that’s exactly what that giant mother fucker is.  He sure as shit isn’t some scary asshole like he thinks he is.  When’s the last time he won anything, let alone a title, in SCW?  You all probably have to go wayyyyyy back into the archives to find that shit, because he hasn’t done shit.  I mean, they actually gave him a shot at J2H a few weeks back!  How fucking crazy is that?!  If anyone is being given title shots out of pity, it’s that fucking douchebag, because there’s really no other way he keeps getting these shots.

When I look at Casey Williams, I see a guy heading towards starting something new in SCW, though.  But, it’s not something good.  You see, I don’t ever see Casey Williams being inducted into the Hall of Fame, because his track record is much more deserving of something else entirely.  So let’s hear it folks, because I can see it now.  Casey Williams...the first inductee into the Hall Of Lame!  

Maybe the only inductee now that I think about it.  Seriously...HOW THE FUCK IS HE EVEN A CONTENDER IN THIS MATCH?!

And how the fuck is Lucian Frost a contender in this match?!  That masked weirdo makes a surprise return in round one of the Blast From The Past tournament...Him and Keira magically advance to the second round and then...he doesn’t say another word!  The whole week leading up to Sam and I facing him and Keira in the second round and not so much as a peep comes from that guy.  Am I surprised?  

Fuck no!

Frost is the kinda guy that, he could do great things.  Hell, I’ve seen it from him in the past.  He’s accomplished things here in SCW, but what happens every fucking time he comes back?  He shows up for a match or two at most and *POOF* he vanishes!  I don’t get why the fuck they let him back time after time, and I sure as shit don’t understand why he’s being give a shot at the Internet Championship!  But, it doesn’t matter.  I’m not expecting much out of Lucian Frost.  He’s probably hiding up in the rafters somewhere planning his next escape, because mark my words...he’ll vanish again soon.  If he already hasn’t.  Lucian Frost is NOT going to be the next Internet Champion.

And then we have an even creepier mother fucker by the name of Dmitri.  The only guy in this match I don’t know a damn thing about, other than the ONE match he had against Tim Staggs a few weeks back.  Yeah, one match and he beats the King of the Nobodies and that earns him an Internet Title shot.

What can I say about Dmitri when all I know about him is that he’s a blood-sucking vampire wannabe.  Seriously, do we need another fucking Twilight reject in this place?!  I didn’t sign up for this shit.  SCW is becoming the laughing stock of wrestling promotions because we’ve got nothing but lesbians pretending to be superheros, witches, vampire wannabes, and now the return of Jamie Dean.

*shudders* Yeah...I’m really not gonna think about that one right now.

I did my research on Dmitri...or what I could anyway.  I watched his promo against Tim Staggs, and I watched his match...or I tried to anyway.  Both of them fucking put me to sleep.  Dmitri is the kinda guy that tries to speak with some form of, what’s the word I’m looking for?  Mysteriousness, maybe?  No...that’s not it.  I don’t even fucking no, and I shouldn’t even give a shit, because it doesn’t even matter how the guy talks or acts, he ain’t shit, and he’s not gonna walk into only his second match in SCW and walk out as the new Internet Champion.  Fuck if I’m gonna let that shit happen.

Casey Williams may be familiar with him...other people may be familiar with him...but I don’t fucking care.  I don’t care what he did or didn’t accomplish in another company.  I don’t care about his past, or whose blood he wants to drink next.  The only thing I give a rat’s ass about is the fact that he’s standing in my way of the Internet Championship and I’m sure as shit not gonna let him take that from me.  And if Dmitri knows what’s good for him, he better not try and sink his surgically implanted fangs into any part of my body, because if he wants to suck so blood, he ain’t getting it from me.

These fuckers have just one week...one week to prepare for the fight of their lives, because when it comes down to it, I deserve this more than any of the three of them.  I’ve earned a hell of a lot more, and I’m not going to pass up this title shot and let the Internet Championship slip through my grasp again.  I’m not walking away after this match.  I’m not leaving for another year, because I have a lot left to do in SCW and the Internet Championship has now just been factored into those plans.

It all happens Sunday April tenth.

It all happens at Blaze of Glory V.

The Sin of Wrath is out for gold...and he’s not stopping until he gets it.

[Christian Underwood]

 All RPs posted now counts toward the second RP Deadline.

Second RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Friday 04/08/2016
England: 04:59am Saturday 04/09/2016

[Jake Sullivan]

 The Lost Years: Part 6

Phoenix, Arizona
Fairfield Inn and Suites

We’re just one week away from Sin City Wrestling’s biggest show of the year, Blaze of Glory, live from the GCU Arena in Phoenix, Arizona.  It is already shaping up to be a great night for the two active members of the Seven Deadly Sins, Rage and Despayre.  While Despayre would be fighting alongside his Bombshell tag team partner, Crystal Millar, in the Blast From the Past final, Rage is all set to face off against three other competitors to crown a new Internet Champion after it was declared vacant following Goth’s unexpected retirement just a few weeks ago.

To show his support, Rage’s brother, Phillip, had agreed to tag along with his girlfriend, Maddie.  Well, tag along wasn’t really the appropriate term for his presence.  It was more like he was tricked into driving Rage and Kittie to Phoenix, as Rage’s license was now revoked for an unknown period of time following his high speed accident a couple of weeks ago.  Phillip could have changed his mind, but he figured this would be a great way for Maddie to get a first hand experience of what his brother, and the rest of the Sins, did for a living.  And the bright eyed Maddie was quite excited as Phillip is just approaching the hotel they would be staying at for the week.

Maddie: This was so awesome of you guys to invite Phillip and I along.  I mean, I know he’s your brother, but I was completely shocked when he asked me if I wanted to join you all here.

Maddie is seated in the backseat of Phillip’s Chevy Camaro, with Kittie next to her and Rage in the front passenger seat.  From the look on his face, he clearly isn’t enjoying being a passenger, but he’s forced to go along with it.  He turns his head to face Maddie.

Rage: Anytime, Maddie.  I figured with you and Phil getting as close as you are, you could use a little get away.

Maddie nods with an excited smile.

Maddie: Totally.  I hope you won’t mind me keeping him preoccupied this week?

Rage grins as his mind immediately goes to the gutter and he looks at Phillip.  Phillip just shakes his head lightly as if telling him not to make a comment on that, and Rage just chuckles.  Kittie cracks a smile, too, but it fades quickly and she kicks the back of Rage’s seat.

Rage: Not at all.  It’s going to be a busy week for me anyway with the lead up to the show on Sunday.  I’m not sure what all I’m booked for, but I’ll talk to Synn about it later.  I hope it’s nothing crazy.

Phillip just shakes his head, but his attention is drawn towards the entrance to the Fairfield Inn and Suites as he pulls into the parking lot.  A group of people is standing just outside, their attention faced directly on Phillip’s car.

Phil: What’s that all about?

Kittie leans forward looking out the front window of the car and Rage also turns his attention to the group of people.  He rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

Rage: Ring rats…

Maddie raises an eyebrow.

Maddie: Ring rats??

Kittie shakes her head and looks at Maddie, choosing to answer the question in a lot more sensitive manner than Rage would.

Kittie: Basically, it’s someone looking to hook up with wrestlers after the shows.  They show up to different hotels just waiting for them. Usually it’s women, but every so often, you come across a guy…

Maddie looks shocked, and Phillip pulls the car into a parking spot.  The group of people stare towards the car, trying to get a good view of who it is, and Rage just shakes his head.

Maddie: That’s crazy!  You’ve never actually gotten involved with one of those women, have you Rage?

Phillip snorts, and even Kittie manages to crack a smile and laugh.

Rage: What the hell are you two laughing at?  Why is that so funny?!

Kittie: I don’t know about Phil, but the ring rats aren’t usually looking to hook up with you!  You scare them off!

Rage frowns.

Rage: Yeah because that shit is annoying and more along the lines of what Drake Green would do.

Maddie: Who’s Drake Green?

Rage just looks at her and shakes his head.

Rage: Nobody anymore.  Just some sleezebag who sleeps with any woman who will drop her pants for him.

Kittie: Which is just about any woman…

Phillip lets out a sigh as he cuts the engine and takes the key out of the ignition.

Phil: Umm...can we possibly get off that subject for now?  I don’t think this group is really “ring rats”, because I see kids mixed in there.

Rage: Yeah, this is going to be fun trying to walk into the hotel.  Guess I could just scare them off, too.

Surprisingly, Rage quickly opens the car door and steps out.  Upon seeing the big man exit the car, the crowd cheers excitedly, getting what is perhaps their first glimpse of one of the SCW superstars arriving in Phoenix for Blaze of Glory.  Phillip walks around to the trunk to get their bags as Maddie and Kittie exit the backseat.  After Rage grabs his duffel bag from Phil, and the four of them stand around one another, just staring at the group cheering for their arrival.  Well...cheering for Rage and Kittie’s arrival.

Phil: Isn’t this the perfect opportunity to sign some autographs or something?  They seem pretty excited to see you.

Rage laughs and shakes his head.

Rage: Definately not.  I don’t do impromptu autographs or photo ops.  I hate doing them at scheduled events, but this shit isn’t my thing.

Kittie rolls her eyes, but Phillip and Maddie both look confused.

Maddie: Why not?  They’re your fans!  Isn’t this the type of thing wrestlers do?

Phil: Apparently not my brother.  He just wants to be an ignorant jerk all the time.

Rage frowns, and just as he goes to defend himself, Kittie smiles.

Kittie: You know, they have a point, Rage.  This isn’t that big of a crowd right now, so maybe you should just get it over with.

Rage growls.

Rage: Why do you guys always have to try and talk me into doing shit I don’t want to do?

Kittie: Think of it this way.  Do you want to be compared to Lord Raab, or seen as someone who will do shit he normally doesn’t like to do every once in awhile.  Seriously, you’ll probably be the Internet Champion after Blaze of Glory, so you better get used to doing shit you don’t like to do.

Upon hearing the name Lord Raab, Maddie looks at Phillip and is about to ask, but Phillip holds his hand up and shakes his head at her.

Phil: Just another wrestler, babe.  Don’t ask.

Rage closes his eyes, takes in a deep breath and then lets out a long frustrated sigh.

Rage: Fine, but if I come across as an asshole to these people, it’s your fault.  Phil, why don’t you take Maddie inside and get us checked in.

Both Phillip and Maddie shake their heads.

Maddie: I’d actually love to wait for you guys.  I think this is so awesome and want to see it.

Phil: I’m with her.  Although, I think I’m more interested in seeing you make an ass of yourself.

Phillip chuckles and Maddie gives him a smack on the arm.  Rage narrows his eyes at Phil before he takes in another deep breath and starts heading towards the entrance, and right at the eager crowd of fans waiting for him.  The first fan to approach Rage is a teenage boy, maybe fifteen years old, appropriately wearing one of Rage’s t-shirts now on sale on the SCW shop.

Fan #1: Holy crap!  This is so freaking awesome!  You’re, like, one of the only guys I was hoping to meet!

Phillip and Maddie stand several feet back as the fans surround Rage, eagerly waiting for his autograph.  The teenage boy holds out a picture of Rage and a sharpie, as Rage reluctantly takes it.

Rage: Thanks, kid…Uh...what’s your name?

Kittie lets out a laugh at Rage’s awkward demeanor.

Fan #1: Oh, yeah...that would be helpful.  My name is Max!  Dude, I totally didn’t think you’d do this kinda stuff.  Ya know...since you’re kind of an asshole.

Kittie burst out laughing now and all eyes turn to her.  She shakes her head and mouths “Sorry” to them before letting Rage do his thing.  He signs the picture for Max, before responding to him.

Rage: Oh really?  If you think I’m such an asshole, why were you hoping to meet me?

Max: Because you’re seriously a badass, regardless of what anyone thinks.  I was bummed when you took time off after Inception last year.  Thanks, dude!

Rage hands him back the photo after signing it.

Rage: Smart kid.

Max: Would it be possible to get a picture, too?!

Rage runs his hand over his head, reluctant to agree to a picture with his young fan, but when Kittie clears her throat, he lets out a sigh.

Rage: Sure.  Why the hell not.

Max: Sweet!  This is so awesome!

Max hands his iPhone off to someone to take the picture and stands next to Rage.  The size difference is quite amusing and while Max is smiling from ear to ear, Rage just has an awkward look on his face as Max’s friend snaps the picture.  Kittie quickly grabs the phone from them and snaps a quick selfie before handing it off to Max.

Kittie: Sorry...I couldn’t resist.

Max smiles even more before he turns to Rage.

Max: Dude, you’re so lucky to be tapping that…

Rage now bursts out laughing as Max goes back to his friends and excitedly starts messing with his phone.  Phillip and Maddie continue to watch on with amusement as the next fan approaches Rage.  This next one is a female fan, around the same age as Max, but she’s wearing a J2H t-shirt, and has a replica of the SCW World Heavyweight Championship.  Kittie watches nervously as Rage raises an eyebrow at the girl as she approaches Rage.

Rage: A J2H fan?  Really?

She smiles and nods.

Fan #2: You say that like it’s such a bad thing.

Rage: Hey, you can root for whoever ya want, little girl.  Just don’t cry when I whoop his ass all over the ring.

She laughs.

Fan #2: Well...that’s not happening anytime soon, is it?  You’re wrestling for the Internet Championship next Sunday while J2H is defending the World Heavyweight title for the third time.  How many times did you successfully defend it, by the way?

Rage narrows his eyes at the young girl as she continues smiling and doesn’t show an ounce of fear towards the big man.  Kittie watches on cautiously, hoping Rage doesn’t do something stupid.

Rage: Touche.  Now, do you have something for me to sign or what?

The girl laughs and shakes her head.

Fan #2: Are you kidding me?  I just thought I’d let you get a little close to my replica belt, because this is about as close to the World Heavyweight Championship you’ll ever get.  Oh, and good luck on Sunday, because going against Casey Williams and Dmitri, you’re probably going to need it.  Mr. Sin of Wrath.

She chuckles as she walks away, but Rage narrows his eyes, doing his best not to storm off right then and there.  He turns around to face Kittie, but she just nods her head, urging him to continue with the autographs and pictures, and he does so.  About thirty minutes goes by before the crowd disperses and Rage and the others are able to breathe and head inside to check in.

Just as they are walking towards the door, however, a guy, not much older than Rage, and a young girl walk out of the hotel.  Rage immediately recognizes the guy, but when his eyes dart to the little girl at his side, he stops dead in his tracks.  Phillip, Maddie and Kittie all stare at him, confused, but they’re unable to get his attention, as he’s already drifted off to somewhere else…



**FLASHBACK**
June 22nd, 2015
Boston, Massachusetts

It’s been just over twenty-four hours since Rage has been back in Boston.  His search for answers about what happened in his childhood and why has brought him back to the city he hates so much, and now to just outside a rather nice looking two story house.  The neighborhood seems like a safe place that one might raise a family.  Nothing “shady” about it at first glance.  

Except the angry bald headed guy staring out the driver’s side window towards the white house with blue shutters, and the Cadillac parked in the driveway.  He watches patiently, waiting for something...or someone…

Rage: Come on, asshole.  I know you’re home.

Another car drives down the street, but Rage’s focus is stuck completely on this house.  It had to be, because the only man who could give him answers about his childhood lives in the house he’s keeping a close eye on.

After opening the manila envelope Synn had given him just over a month ago, Rage had debated flying here.  The papers that were inside the envelope not only contained a photograph of Rage’s childhood psychiatrist, Dr. Acklund, but also his home address.  

Dr. Acklund has been retired for quite some time, living out his days peacefully in the home he shared with his wife.  Rage has no clue whether or not Acklund’s wife is still alive, let alone living here in this house, but he doesn’t care.  He’s only here to confront the “good doctor” and get the answers he should have had long ago.

The longer he sits in his rental car, staring at the house, the more he starts to stick out like a sore thumb.  Occasionally one of Dr. Acklund’s neighbors leaves, and turns their attention to the unknown vehicle parked on their street.  Due to the suspicious nature, none of them approach the vehicle, or Rage, and go about their day as normal as possible.

After about the third neighbor leaves, Rage’s attention is peaked as the front door to Dr. Acklund’s home finally opens and the old man walks out.  Rage has a wicked look in his eyes as he stares at him.

Rage: About time old man.  I’ve got you now.

Dr. Acklund may have aged quite a bit since Rage last saw him, but Rage doesn’t show an ounce of concern, nor does he hesitate a single bit with what he is about to do.  As Dr. Acklund gets behind the wheel of his car, Rage roars the engine of his rental car to life and keeps his eyes locked on Acklund’s Cadillac as it backs out of the driveway and heads off down the street.  Rage follows a safe distance behind so as not to tip himself off to his former doctor.

Rage: Typical old man driver.  Driving slow as shit.  At least I won’t lose him.

He snickers to himself as he follows Dr. Acklund through the streets of Boston, eventually stopping at a well known, and highly ranked, nursing home.  While Acklund pulls into the parking lot and finds a space relatively close to the entrance, Rage pulls along to the edge of the street, waiting until the old man disappears inside, and once it’s safe to do so, he parks his car right next to Dr. Acklund’s and is forced to wait...again.

Two hours go by before Dr. Acklund emerges from the nursing home, a somber look written all over his face.  He slowly walks his way back to his car, but once he takes his place behind the wheel, he takes a few moments to gather himself as something is clearly troubling him.  Just as he is puts the key into the ignition and is about to start the car, Rage knocks on his window, nearly startling him to death.  Dr. Acklund stares up at Rage, fearful of just his size alone, and Rage motions for him to roll down the window.  Dr. Acklund reluctantly does so, but it’s clear he doesn’t recognize Rage.

Who would, when little Jake Sullivan grew up to be this beast of a man?

Dr. Acklund: Can...Can I help you, sir?

Rage smiles wickedly as he leans down against the edge of Acklund’s car, his eyes locked right on Dr. Acklund’s.

Rage: Oh you sure can, old man.  Though whether or not you cooperate is an entirely different story.

Dr. Acklund: I’m sorry?  Do I...know you?

Rage nods slowly.

Rage: Yeah, you do.  You know me quite well, but you probably don’t remember me.  It’s a shame, really, because I remember everything about all the years you treated me…

Dr. Acklund seems confused at first, but as he thinks about it, and stares at Rage, it suddenly comes to him and he looks terrified.

Dr. Acklund: Oh my...J-J-Jake...Sullivan?

Rage just nods slowly again.

Rage: Ding! Ding! Ding!  We have a winner, but I’m not known by that name anymore, doc.  The name is Rage now.

Dr. Acklund: How...appropriate.  Look, I d-d-don’t know what you w-want from me, but--

Acklund quickly tries to start the engine, but Rage furiously reaches in through the window and snatches the keys out of the ignition.  He darts around the car and gets into the passenger seat of the car as Dr. Acklund remains behind the wheel, trembling.

Rage: Really, old man?  You have no earthly idea why the fuck I could possibly have come all the way back to Boston and confronted you?

Dr. Acklund: Look at me, Jake.  I-I-I’m an old m-man now.  My m-m-memory isn’t what it used to be!

Rage: Yeah and you’ve apparently developed a speech impetiment, too.

Dr. Acklund: No, I haven’t.  I’m just afraid for my...life...right now!

Rage lets out a low, maniacal laugh and it only terrifies Dr. Acklund even more.

Rage: I seriously hope you’re wearing your Depends right now, because I don’t plan to kill you, doc.  I’m just here for some answers.

Dr. Acklund: Why from me?

Rage: Because, you dumbass, my father is six feet under in a cemetery not far from here and I can’t get the answers from him any longer now can I?

Dr. Acklund’s eyes widen as Rage brings up his father, and Rage just nods.

Rage: Oh, yeah...My father, who was very much alive up until about eight months ago.  Oh and the rest of my family is very much alive, too.  That jobbing that memory of yours?

Dr. Acklund: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Rage: DON’T FUCKING LIE TO ME ANYMORE!  YOU KNOW THE FUCKING TRUTH AND YOU’RE GOING TO TELL ME WHAT YOU FUCKING DID!  DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!

Dr. Acklund nearly jumps out of his skin at Rage’s outburst.  He just grips the steering wheel and nods, as he’s too scared to speak another word.

Rage: Good.  Now start the car and drive.

Rage hands Dr. Acklund the keys.

Dr. Acklund: W-where to?

Rage: I’ll give you directions as you drive.  Just fucking drive!

Dr. Acklund’s hands tremble uncontrollably as he puts the key in the ignition and starts the car.  Moments later, he’s slowly leaving the parking lot, and Rage keeps his eyes locked on him the entire time he gives the old man directions.

Rage: You better hope that in the next fifteen minutes or so, that your memory comes flooding back to you, asshole.  Because I’m not letting you go back to that nice little house of yours without getting the truth.

His words are low and ominous and Dr. Acklund just nods slowly, keeping his eyes on the road, and Rage quietly anticipates hearing the answers to the questions he’s had for so long.



Back To The Present Day

Phil: Oh great...He’s doing it again.

Phillip rolls his eyes as he, Kittie and Maddie all stare at Rage who is completely lost in his own mind.  What they don’t know is he’s staring directly at the gentleman and the little girl who have just walked out of the hotel and are now walking towards their own vehicle.

Maddie: What’s wrong with him?

Kittie shakes her head, as does Phillip.

Kittie: What isn’t wrong with him would be the more appropriate question.

As soon as Kittie says this, however, Rage snaps out of it.  He drops his duffel bag on the ground and darts over to the gentleman and his daughter.  As he’s making his way towards them, the little girl appears nervous at first, but then she recognizes Rage and gets excited and points to him.  When the man, presumably her father, turns and gets a good look at who she is pointing at, the expression on his face completely drops and he tries to quickly help his daughter into the car, but she puts up a fight, giving Rage the opportunity to confront him.

Rage: Hey!  Danny, right?

The man, now identified as Danny, just nods his head as he runs his hand through the short hair that covers his head.  The still unidentified little girl stands next to Danny with a bright smile on her face.

Girl: Daddy, you know him?!

Rage’s attention is peaked once again and he looks down to the little girl curiously.

Rage: Never knew you had a kid, Danny.

Danny smiles awkwardly and nods.

Danny: I didn’t back then.  Look, it’s really nice seeing you again and all, but we really have to--

Several feet away from them, Kittie, Phillip and Maddie all watch on curiously, but they don’t get involved and instead wait for Rage to finish his conversation.  Rage continues to stare at Danny’s daughter, clearly making him umcomfortable.

Rage: She looks just like--

Danny: Her mother.

The little girl starts to grow confused as her father continues talking to Rage, albeit uncomfortably.

Rage: I was going to say she looks like your sister.

Girl: People tell me I look like my Aunt Electra alllll the time.

Danny: Yes, well the two had a lot of similar features.  Is there something I can help you with, Rage?

Rage can’t seem to take his eyes off of the little girl and he runs his hand over his head, confused and almost lost for words.  In the end, however, he ends up speaking directly to the little girl, as Danny is becoming of no help to him.

Rage: Well, you do look an awful lot like her.  I would know, because I know her pretty well.  Well...I used to.  What’s your name?

Girl: Ember!  But everyone calls me Em for short.  And I know that you’re Rage!

Rage nods and manages to crack a smile.  Danny grows more and more uncomfortable, but he lets his daughter speak to Rage anyway.  At least for the moment.

Rage: Oh yeah?  What else do you know about me?

Em: You’re the angry man from SCW.  I watch SCW all the time, but I’m a fan of Despayre’s, not yours.  I really hope Despayre wins his match on Sunday because I want him to win the World title!

Rage can’t help but let out an amused laugh.  He stands up and turns his attention to Danny for the moment.

Rage: I gotta admit, I’m surprised you let you’re kid watching wrestling, let alone SCW.  How old is she anyway?

Before Danny can answer that question himself, Ember speaks up.

Em: I’m nine!  I’ll be ten in October, though.

Danny: Alright, Em.  That’s enough Q&A for one day.  We really have to get going.

Rage: What’s the big rush?  You’re staying at a hotel so I’m guessing you don’t live around here?

Em: We’re on vacation!  We’re gonna be at the show on Sunday, too!  So I get to cheer on Despayre!

Danny sighs as Ember continues to rattle on answers to every one of Rage’s questions.  Rage turns his attention back to Ember and just nods.

Rage: You know I’m good friends with Despayre, right?  I mean, we’re practically family.

She smiles and nods her head, and before Rage speaks another word, he looks back to Danny.

Rage: It’s up to you, Danny, but I could set it up so she meets Despayre.  She seems like a pretty big fan, and I think--

Em: Oh, PLEASE, Daddy!  Can we?!?!

Danny immediately shakes his head.

Danny: Look, we appreciate the offer, but you really don’t need to do that.

Rage: Really?  You’re gonna deprive your kid of a once in a lifetime opportunity just because you have never liked me.

Danny frowns as Ember looks completely disappointed and near the verge of tears.

Danny: Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m teaching my daughter that we don’t always get everything we want in life.  Well…some of us don’t.  If you want to give some child the chance to meet Despayre, give it as a dying wish or something more respectful, and quit showing such an interest in my daughter, ok?

Danny opens the back passenger door for Ember.

Danny: Say goodbye Ember.  We have to go.

Em: Goodbye, Mr. Rage.

Ember pouts her bottom lip out as she climbs into the backseat and Danny closes the door.  He walks around to the driver’s side and as he opens the door and is about to climb inside, Rage asks him one last question.

Rage: Electra doesn’t happen to be on this little family trip with you guys, does she?

Danny quickly shakes his head and laughs.

Danny: The last time I saw my sister was in the hospital after you powerbombed her through a table.  My daughter and my sister are of no concern to you, alright?

Rage holds his hands up defensively, not putting anymore thought into the conversation.  Danny slides in behind the wheel and a few moments later, the engine roars to life and he drives off out of the parking lot.  Rage watches as he disappears out of sight and the others now approach him curiously.

Kittie: Uhh...what was that all about?

Kittie is the first to speak up as she asks the question on everyone’s minds.  When Rage turns around, h has his attention focused directly on Kittie.

Rage: That was Electra’s brother...and her niece.

Kittie’s eyes widen as Rage just walks away, not saying another word.  Her shock soon turns to pure hatred in her eyes and Phillip asks the question that Maddie was obviously interested in asking next.

Phil: Who the hell is Electra?

Kittie begins shaking with anger as she turns her attention to Phil to answer that question.

Kittie: His psychotic, pyromaniac ex-girlfriend!

Kittie then storms off following behind Rage, as Phillip and Maddie stand behind, a little lost and confused.  Phillip lets out a sigh and shakes his head as he places his hand on his girlfriend’s back.

Phil: Yeah...probably a good idea that we’re going to keep our distance from those two this week.

Maddie: I hope we at least have a room on a different floor from them!

Phillip grins.

Phil: Knowing those two, so do I.  Come on, we better catch up.

The two share a laugh as they head inside, spotting Kittie and Rage already at the front desk checking into their reservation.



Let’s fast forward a few days to later on in the week, shall we?  As Blaze of Glory is growing nearer, the excitement and buzz surrounding the entire show is also growing.  The fans of Sin City Wrestling and its superstars and Bombshells are lining up for their meet and greets at fan fests.  The superstars and Bombshells themselves are taking part in various interviews as they lead up to their all important matches this Sunday.  Blaze of Glory was, no doubt, living up to its name and status as the biggest SCW show of the year.

And while Rage wasn’t in a match he had originally hoped he would be in this year, namely the Blast From The Past tournament final, or even the main event itself, he has changed his tune all together on the fatal four way match to crown a new Internet Champion.  And, hopefully, that new champion would be him.  To prepare him for such an important title match, Synn had booked him in a special interview that even he didn’t tell Rage about.  

All Rage knew as he was being driven to the airport for his flight out of Phoenix for the day, was that this interview would give him and SCW, huge publicity.  Not long after his flight landed, Rage took his phone out of his pocket and dialed Synn’s number, hoping to get a clue as to where he was headed.

Rage: Yeah, my flight just landed.  Are you really not going to tell me what the hell is going on?  I hate surprises.

Synn chuckles on the other end.

Synn: Yes, I know you do, but that is why I decided to have a little fun.  This isn’t a bad thing, Rage.  And this certainly isn’t a trick on you, either.

Rage rolls his eyes as he heads follows the driver sent to pick him up from the airport.

Rage: That’s comforting, but I’d still like to know why the hell I had to fly all the way out to New York for just--

Synn: Wait, what?  You’re in New York?!

Rage immediately stops walking and his eyes slowly narrow.

Rage: Uhh...yeah?  That’s what my reservation was for!  Are you telling me this isn’t where I was supposed to be?!

Synn: You were supposed to be going to Los Angeles to appear on The Ellen DeGeneres show!

Rage: Then how the fuck…DESPY!

Several people, Rage’s driver included, stop and stare at Rage’s outburst.  He nearly crushes his phone in his hand, but instead quickly ends the call and puts it back in his pocket before he walks up to the driver and, as calmly as he can, asks the question that Synn doesn’t seem to know.

Rage: I’m sorry, but where exactly are you driving me?

The driver looks nervous as he replies.

Driver: I was assigned to take you to your appearance on The View later this morning, sir.  Is...is there a problem?

Rage: THE VIEW?!?!

Rage lets out a loud frustrated growl before he storms out of the airport with the driver chasing after him.

A little while later, the scene opens up backstage in the studio where The View is filmed.  Rage is being tended to and prepped for his interview with the outspoken group of ladies, but judging by the look on his face, he wants no part of this.  Just as they finish getting him ready and making him presentable, one of the producers approaches him and leads him towards the curtain to the side of the stage.  The show has just gotten back on air from a commercial, and they’re about to introduce Rage.

Whoopi:  Welcome back, everyone.  We’re gonna switch things up a bit here and as we bring out our next guest, who could probably prove to be one of the most interesting we’ve had.

Raven: Let me just add, I’m not entirely sure who this guy is, but his name just gives me the willies.  Not to mention, I saw him backstage and he’s HUGE...

Whoopi: Relax girl, we’ve got plenty of security backstage.

Joy: How did we even manage this one?  I mean, this guy doesn’t look happy at all!

Whoopi: Anyway!  He wrestles for the Las Vegas based wrestling promotion, Sin City Wrestling, which is heading into their biggest show of the year this Sunday.  Blaze of Glory Five takes places at the GCU Arena in Phoenix, Arizona and this man will be fighting for their Internet Championship against three other guys.

All of the ladies snicker and giggle at this.

Joy: Are they gonna be oiled up when they wrestle around that ring?  Because I’d certainly love to watch that!

Candace: I personally don’t see the appeal in all of that.  It’s almost degrading.

As Rage stands backstage, waiting to be introduced, he rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh.  The ladies of The View continue to waste time as they all start cackling and clucking like a bunch of hens, each trying to get a word in edgewise.  Rage looks to the producer standing next to him.

Rage: Is it too late to just walk out?  This shit is ridiculous!  How the fuck do people even watch this bullshit?

Whoopi: Everyone please welcome the man known as The Sin of Wrath...Rage!

The audience erupts in loud applause as the producer pushes Rage towards the stage.  He stumbles awkwardly  towards the large couch where all the ladies are seated and is signaled towards the spot directly between Joy Behar and Candace Cameron Bure.  Whoopi Goldberg sits to the right of Joy and Raven Simone, Michelle Collins and Paula Farris are seated to the right of Candace.  All six ladies stare at Rage, who towers over them, even when he’s seated.

Joy: See what I mean?  Guy clearly doesn’t look happy to be here.

The audience laughs as Rage looks around awkwardly.  Once the audience quiets down, Whoopi speaks up.

Whoopi: Welcome, Rage.  Man, talk about an interesting name.

Rage runs his hand over his head.

Rage: Yeah, thanks...I think.

Candace: Look at these arms!  You must work out a lot?

He nods awkwardly.

Rage: Yeah...I kinda have to.  Comes with the territory of being a wrestler and all.  You have to stay physically fit.

Joy: Are all wrestlers as big as you are?  I’ve never really watched wrestling so I have no idea, but you’d think your size would put you at a slight disadvantage.

Rage frowns and shakes his head.

Rage: We got guys of all sizes honestly, but size don’t mean *BLEEP* really.

The audience gasps as Rage, naturally, swears, but given that he’s on live TV, it gets censored.  The ladies of The View just laugh it off.

Whoopi: I get the feeling this might be a highly censored segment.  Anyway, so tell us about Sin City Wrestling, Rage.  It’s not exactly one of the more well known companies out there.

He shakes his head, and under the circumstances, tries his best to appear as comfortable and professional as possible.  Given the fact that he’s surrounded by six women who annoy almost the whole country, he finds it incredibly difficult.

Rage: It didn’t start out that way, no.  We’re an indy promotion.  Started out kinda small by our bosses Mark Ward and Christian Underwood.  We originally travelled around just the Las Vegas area for small crowds, but we’ve grown pretty popular so we’ve branched out a bit.

Candace: And you’ve been there since the beginning?

He again shakes his head.

Rage: Not entirely.  I first signed a contract a few months after they opened.  Been around off an off since then, but I guess I could be considered one of the original guys.  We’ve seen a lot of superstars come and go over the years.

Whoopi: Off and on?  How so?  Did you quit a few times?  Or go wrestle for some other promotion to get more noticed?

Rage rolls his eyes at that question and lets out a bit of a laugh.

Rage: Hell no.  I don’t give a crap about being noticed like some of these other guys do.  I’m there to kick *BLEEP*, which I think I’ve done a pretty good job at so far.  And by off and on I mean I’ve had a few injuries here and there, and then just last year I had to take time off for personal reasons.  It happens.

Joy: You mean all those *air quotes* injuries aren’t fake?  I always thought wrestling was fake?

Rage: Of course you would, because you’re just like all the other dumb *BLEEP* out there who don’t know what it’s like.  This *BLEEP* ain’t fake, lady.  We put our bodies on the line every damn time we step into that ring and injuries DO happen.

Everyone can tell Rage is truly getting annoyed, particularly with Joy Behar.  Joy tries to laugh it off, but she’s almost nervous being seated next to him, and he waits for the next stupid question.

Candace: So tell us a little bit about Blaze of Glory.  This is supposed to be a pretty big show, right?

Rage nods and turns his attention to Candace.

Rage: Yeah.  Fourteen matches stacked up, and even I have to admit it’s a pretty good line up.  We got some big matches and a lot of heat leading into this show.

Raven: You’re going for the...Internet Title?  I’m surprised.  A guy as big as you should be going for the World Title, right?

The audience is just as curious, but Rage doesn’t seem interested in answering that question.

Rage: A title is a title these days.  I’m not one to walk away from an opportunity that is given to me.  I still have plans to go after the World Title eventually.  I just have to work around other *BLEEP* going on right now.

Whoopi: So tell us about your opponents?  You’re going up against three other guys, right?

He nods.

Rage: Yeah.  Going up against Casey Williams, Lucian Frost and a new guy, Dmitri.  No big deal.  I’ve been up against bigger odds.

Candace: We’ve been told that this Casey Williams guy is quite a bit bigger than you and Dmitri is a...vampire?  They have vampires in wrestling?

All six ladies share a laugh, but even Rage manages to get a chuckle out of that.

Rage: We have a lot of interesting guys in SCW.  This guy that parades around as a vampire is only one of them, and he’s the least of my worries.  Well...maybe not.  He probably stands a bigger chance than Casey Williams or Lucian Frost.  All three guys are a damn joke, really.  They may as well just hand me the damn title.

Raven: Okay, I’m sure that this Blaze of Glory show is going to be fantastic and all, but you want to know what I’d really love to hear about?  The topic of men versus women in wrestling is something that has been argued about for a long time, hasn’t it?  And just recently, you were hit with a chair by a women on a team you were up against.  I hear you’ve been pretty silent on it since that happened?

All six ladies begin chattering as the controversial topic is brought up.  Rage lets out a sigh, almost hesitant to even get on the topic at all.

Rage: That’s because I chose to ignore it.  Lucy Seraphina chose to cheat to get her and Spike the win and if they’re satisfied with making it to the Blast From The Past finals that way, that’s on them.  My buddy Despayre and his partner Crystal will make handy work of them in the end.

Whoopi: I’m really surprised they weren’t immediately disqualified for that.  I mean, Sin City Wrestling has a rule against men attacking women and vice versa, right?  Seems to me that it’s only enforced when the men attack the women.

This immediately causes an uproar, with not only Whoopi’s co-hosts, but the audience as well.  And Rage is stuck right in the middle.

Candace: As it should be!  Everyone knows that no matter what, a man should never lay his hands on a woman.  And I have to say, I’m a bit disgusted to be sitting next to this man, because I was told that he put a defenseless woman through a table just over a year and a half ago.  He shouldn’t even be employed by that place anymore!

Rage: Whoa, whoa, whoa.  First off, that *BLEEP* wasn’t defenseless.  She was my crazy ex-girlfriend and she kidnapped someone close to me.  She had it coming.

Candace, Raven and Michelle all shake their heads and stare at Rage, appalled.  They begin talking and shouting over one another, disagreeing with Rage vehemently.

Whoopi: So you ladies are telling me, that if a woman attacks first, the man shouldn’t be allowed to defend himself?  I completely disagree with that, because that’s a complete double standard there and a man completely has that right.  I wouldn’t expect a guy to just sit back and let that stuff happen.

All six ladies now begin shouting, disagreeing with one another.  Rage tries his best to get a word in edgewise, but when you have six opinionated ladies such as the hosts of The View, well...that’s pretty much impossible.  As the debate continues, and gets more heated, Rage finally has enough and he shoves himself away from the couch, letting out a loud growl, startling all six women, and even the audience.  He turns around and stares at all six women, shaking his head.

Rage: I really don’t understand how anyone can watch this BULL*BLEEP*!  You all start cackling and yelling at one another and it does my *BLEEP*ing head in!  Do the six of you ever listen to the *BLEEP* you spew on national television every damn day?!  Please do us all a favor and SHUT THE *BLEEP* UP! GOD DAMN!

Rage continues shouting obscenities as he storms off stage and all six ladies and the audience are left speechless.  As Rage disappears off stage, Whoopi Goldberg just looks right into the camera, shock still written all over her face.

Whoopi: Sorry about that, everyone.  We’ll, uh, be right back after this commercial break…

The camera cuts to commercial as Rage can still be heard growling, shouting and swearing backstage.



This is it, huh?  The final days lead up to Blaze of Glory V.  When shit really starts to get serious and real.  We got fourteen matches lined up and so far, this looks to be probably the best Blaze of Glory ever.  But, I don’t give a shit about eleven of the other matches.  I say eleven, because there are only three matches on this whole show that I even give a damn about.  First, the Blast From The Past finals, because I’m paying close attention to who wins that one.  Either Despayre or Spike will be getting a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship, and everybody knows, that’s my ultimate goal.  A lot of guys don’t think it’ll happen, but trust me...it’ll happen.

As much as I don’t want to think about EVER having to face Despayre, I’m really pulling for him to win the World Heavyweight Title shot.  That kid’s been busting his ass since day one and he’s NEVER had a shot at it yet, though most of that has been his decision.  He was more worried about tagging with Gabriel, or me, or Big B...kid has never really developed a liking to singles matches, and I don’t get why.  He’s better than any of the other guys that he’s ever gone up against, and he knows it.  That’s nothing against Spike Staggs, but...Despayre is one tough little S.O.B, and as much as I would have loved that shot against J2H, I’ll still get a kick outta watching Despayre kick his ass.  That is, of course, if J2H doesn’t fuck up and let Connor or Travis walk outta Blaze of Glory with the title.

If you people hadn’t guessed it, that World Heavyweight title match is the next match I’ll be paying close attention to, for obvious fucking reasons.  As much as I hate to say it, I got money on J2H walking outta that one still the champ, because regardless of where I stand after Blaze of Glory, I’ll still be busting my ass for a shot at him, and he better hope he’s still got that World Heavyweight Championship when it comes down to it.  Hell, maybe I’ll be a little daring and put the Internet Championship up for grabs, too, because everyone knows that after Blaze of Glory, I’ll be the new Internet Champion.  J2H might come back and say he’s got no interest in a “second tier” title, but come on...I know that kid better than he thinks I do.  He wouldn’t pass up the chance to be a double champ, and he knows it.  

But, that’s an argument saved for another day, because I still got these three assholes that are gonna stand in my way of making that happen.  Well, at least two of them will be because the third guy has been awfully quiet as usual.  Not that it surprises me that Lucian Frost hasn’t said a fucking word, because that’s just what he does, isn’t it?

Frost, buddy...where the fuck you at?  You just gonna sit back and make the bosses look like fools for giving you this title opportunity?  You gonna keep your mouth shut like you do all the fucking time, only to pop up weeks without a fucking explanation?  That’s what pisses me off about you being thrown into this match.  Hell at least Casey Williams TRIES to talk shit and make himself look like he deserves a title shot, but you?  You should just quit coming back, Frost, because it never works out for ya.

You coulda been great, Frost.  You were once before, but fuck...something changed, didn’t it?  It’s like you don’t even want it anymore!  You come back for two seconds, lose, disappear and come back again and repeat the same fucking process over and over and over again!  I seriously don’t get it.  If you’re not gonna take advantage of this title shot, at least asked be removed from the damn match, because otherwise...you’re just gonna get embarrassed.  Hell, Mark and Christian should just make this a triple threat match, because that’s basically what it’s going to be.  Do the right thing and step aside and at least let me embarrass the fuck outta Casey, because if I’m honest, I enjoy that more than anything.

Casey, Casey, Casey...I gotta say, every time I watch one of your promos, I can’t help but fucking laugh because you’re seriously that fucking delusional.  Actually, let me rephrase that.  I laugh, and then I fucking fall asleep because hearing you speak is like watching a fucking robot and it’s pathetic.

Casey, do you really think you can stop me from becoming a Triple Crown Champion?  Not that I give a shit about becoming a triple crown anyway, because I’m not one of you assholes that concerns yourself with that bullshit.  Triple crown is kinda pointless now anyway, because there’s four fucking titles, Casey.  And let’s face it...ya don’t stand a chance at becoming a triple crown winner, much less EVER being a Grand Slam winner.  But, go ahead and think that you do.  I’m always up for a good fucking laugh anyway.

You might be bigger than me, Casey, and that might give you reason to think you can stop me from winning the Internet Title, but it just ain’t gonna happen.  You can bring your best...or your worst...but in the end, it just won’t be good enough.  Because it NEVER is.  And when I walk away with the Internet Championship, you can go back to the roulette level where you belong.  And ya know what, Casey?  I think you’re a little confused because when I look at you three dumbasses that I’m up against this week, management didn’t give me this match out of pity or because they think I’m *air quotes* “not good enough anymore”.  Nah, they gave it to me because they know out of the four of us, I’m the only one worth this fucking opportunity and they know I’ll walk away as the new champ.  I think they felt sorry for you more than anyone.  Or, they just like breaking your spirit all the fucking time because everyone knows you always walk away on the losing end.  Either way, Casey, regardless of what anyone thinks, this one is between me and Dmitri.

Yeah, Dmitri, don’t think I’ve forgotten about you.  Though if I’m honest, I really wish I could have.  I’ve got a question for ya Dmitri...Do you have ANY fucking clue what that bullshit you speak even means?  Because, seriously, the entire time I was listening to you drag on and on and on in that promo of yours last week, all I wanted to do was bash my fucking head against the wall.  You’re spending so much time focusing on Casey...speaking highly of Casey and whatever the fuck else you were saying, but me?  You don’t seem that concerned Dmitri.  All that blood sucking must have gone to your brain, because you seem to be underestimating me and thinking I’m not a threat.  You seem to have me all figured out, but let me tell you...you don’t know shit, asshole.

My name is Rage for a fucking reason.  I’m not just some unstable average joe that you seem to think I am, Dmitri.  But, you’ll come to find that one out first hand on Sunday, because I’m gonna do what you seem to think I don’t have the capacity to do, and that’s channel all this build up anger...this rage that lives inside me, and I’m gonna unleash it all on you just when it all matters.  I’m going to control this anger all over your fucking face, and the only blood you’re gonna be tasting this sunday, Dmitri….is your own!

I don’t like assholes like you, Dmitri.  I never have, and I never will.  Just some random newcomer who waltzes into a place and is somehow given a title shot right off the bat and they let it get to their head.  You’ve somehow let this title shot make you think you actually stand a chance.  If it was just Casey and Frost?  Yeah, you might be the one walking away with the title, dude.  But against me?

It ain’t happening.

I’m done trying to prove to everyone with words just how fucking serious I am.  I’m done trying to defend myself time and time again, because I’ve learned that no matter what I say, it ain’t gonna shit to change a person’s opinion of me.  So, I’ll just prove it with my actions, and that’s exactly what I plan to do at Blaze Of Glory.

I’ve been fighting like hell, and I’m going to KEEP fighting, and at Blaze of Glory, it’s going to feel pretty fucking good to beat the shit out of three guys at once and it couldn’t be at a more appropriately named show.  

So, Frost...Casey...Dmitri….I hope you three assholes are ready, because this Sunday, you’re going up against The Sin Of Wrath…and ain’t nothing stopping him from walking out with the Internet Championship...in true Blaze of Glory fashion.

See you Sunday, fuckers!

[Casey Williams]

 Casey Williams is shown walking around Phoenix, Arizona; where Blaze of Glory V is being held alone.  He thinks of how it feels to be divorced, and once again single. He speaks as he ponders his new found freedom.

Casey-Ahh, it feels good to be single again, but still be concerned with my kids, whom I love dearly.  Make no mistake about it, I will do everything to take care of them.

Casey then takes a walk to the store to get something to eat and to drop the paperwork off in the mailbox.  Shortly thereafter, Ivan Darrell calls Casey.

Casey-Boy, am I glad to hear your voice, Ivan.

Ivan-Why is that?

Casey-Well, with my divorce being official now, and me being a single man again, I feel like celebrating.

Ivan-I know how you feel, but can you wait until after you win the Internet title, and have 2 reasons to celebrate, and kill 2 birds with one stone.

Casey smiles when Ivan made that comment.

Casey-I know, and when I win, I will be a triple crown champion, and end my 3 year drought of holding gold, and win my first match as a divorced man .

Ivan-That, and you will follow in Andrew and my footsteps in winning gold at Blaze Of Glory

Casey-I would love to be one step closer to the grand slam.

Ivan-I bet.

Casey-Maybe you, Andrew and I can get together later for a little gym session before my big match.

Ivan-Absolutely, just let me know when.

Casey-You know it bud, see you soon.

Andrew-I will talk to you later.

Casey then gives a look of satisfaction as Casey hangs up the phone with Andrew, then stops for a minute so he can turn his attention to his opponents for the Internet title, starting with the recently returned Frost.

Casey-Frost, I am disappointed with you, as you have failed to discuss the match, nor make any effort to show you belong in this match at all.  I mean, you have all the talent in the world, yet you are just wasting it.  I will show the world that I am as good as I say I am when I defeat you, Rage and Dmitri, and be crowned the new Internet Champion.

Casey turns his attention to another opponent in Rage.

Casey-Rage, you can talk about how becoming a triple crown champion doesn't matter to you, yet I know it does, because it means that you are a champion, a winner.  It also brings you one step closer to becoming a grand slam champion.  Then again, maybe you feel inferior, knowing I outsize you in weight and height, and can over power you with ease, and that I am the most hungry individual in this match for gold, and that scares the shit out of you.  You may think I don't deserve this title shot, but I will prove your ass wrong when I emerge as Internet Champion, and you bitch and moan some more about how you were screwed out of gold, going into a rage, pun intended.  You will soon see that I am the better man.

Casey gazes off to the distance, and then turns his attention to his longest standing rival in this match, the man known as Dmitri.

Casey-Dmitri, you may talk with some mysteriousness, but I can see right through you.  I know the man you are, the fighter you can be, and I know I can bring out the best, and worst in you, and that is what I will use to defeat you, like I have so many times before.  I will enjoy hearing you scream, watch you try to wiggle away from me, but to no avail.  I have missed inflicting a lot of punishment upon you, and this match will end like the majority of the ones we had in AWA, with me as the victor, and me being crowned champion once again.

Casey then cackles as he walks over towards the local Golds Gym to meet up with Andrew and Ivan as the scene fades to black.

[Dmitri]

 So they have spoken

4 am , somewhere in a luxury hotel hallway, a door opens and a man walks out. Dressed as a gentleman as he is wearing an Armani type suit. He is holding a cane in his hand as the top of the cane is a silver skull that has it’s fingers wrapped around it. He walks over towards a bench and sits down before opening his jacket and grabs a napkin to wipe off his mouth. Afterwards he places his head against the wall and closes his eyes.

Isn’t it a special thing to experience every single time that I drain someone of his sorrow and gain another explicit memories that makes or breaks someone?? Of course I cannot tell you the thoughts that ran through the head of this distinguished gentleman, as it was merely a confused, troubled soul that was looking for the escape of his life. And when I present it to him he just flees into fear How foolish to think that you can run away from your destruction and your judgment. It made me think back to those moments where I just drained my first victim, oh how it was so new to me and so amusing to realize that I could enjoy this fashion of clenching my thirst as I used to adjust myself by eating from a plate, using a fork and knife and a spoon to eat away my dish. To have something cooked and served as if it was your birthday every single day and it had to be something special. How things have changed through the centuries when my path crossed with my maker. At least he has taught me the values of life and taught me for never to be an ignorant fool to begin with. Just like you humans these days, always wishing to achieve so much in so little time. Never taking your time to appreciate your own life and try to shove your ignorance down the throats of others. I wonder if this is what was meant when people proclaim that progress is always a good thing compared to what we had in the past??

His eyes are fixated upon the skull on top of his cane, the eyesockets are turning towards him, as if to think that the eyeless silver skull is trying to stare a hole into the soul of Dmitri.

Once I took blood from a priest, how interesting to see that his words that he always spoke off towards his mindless sheelplings was nothing compared to the lustful wishes that he had in his mind. Of course it’s nothing unusual to me, as you all have the weaker flesh of sins that keeps you hoping for a better day, but always get shoved down the ground that you deserve to have your face slammed into. Sometimes concrete is entertaining as well, it’s simplistic as I have preferred the mud that would make you to struggle to fight out of. Only to fail as I put down my boot down your neck and choke you down eventually. While with concrete it is merely to brutalize your skull. It’s brutal, it’s simplistic and it’s vital. But who knows, I amy just be willing to adapt from time to evolve to the simplistic nature of you simpletons. A nature that you have always wanted to maim, to destroy and to kill. A nature that wishes to be the next Julius Cesar, while in the back of your mind you also wish to be Brutus. Et Tu?? Everyone has the mindset to stab a dagger into the backs of the other alter ego of your existence and that of your next door neighbour. Love they neighbour is once been said to me a million times over and over again. I sure loved to drank every neighbour I have had. You all come and knock on the other persons door to borrow a cup of sugar, while you never return it. So why would I??? Why would I be using excuses to take away your life, while all I have to do is to stare into your eyes and let the rest be nothing more than a mere tale of the inevitable. It’s not that it will take too much time, or the fact that it will hurt you. It makes you realize that there is life after death, just not the one simple minded fools would dream and cherish about. The lives of those who have awoken and beaten death is the walking death that you watch on every Sunday evening for how many seasons?? Yes, even I adapt to your lifestyle of misfortune and insecurity. The lives where you would assume that zombies would allow you to survive, to have you humans fight each other for a crop of food?? What does that tell you simpletons?? It tells you that you have been doing this for centuries alike. Only to use the excuses of that it has to be done in the name of whomever you believe in. Or merely because you do it to protect your freedom, I wonder who the real flesh eating monsters are in these series. It sure isn’t the deformed former human beings that you wish to portray wouldn’t you agree?

Dmitri sighs, putting a napkin towards his eye and wipes something from underneath his left eye. He then closes the napkin and puts it in his chest pocket of his jacket before staring at a painting in front of him.

I never understood the need to show power upon others. Invading nations, crossing borders that was once set by ancestors of a forgotten past. Where I always wondered what made them so conquering in the first place. But then again, I was only a simplistic human being, that was hiding underneath my mothers wings as that meant the world to me. I have only learned from the books that what you people in the western world would call literature, the memories of Russian Tsars ruling the country before being overthrown. The assumed lies of their powers, lies that would ultimately turn to the lies of Communism of Lenin, Stalin and many others after them. I always amused myself after being turned how much it took for humans to come to a conclusion that change of their nature was wrong. Wrong?? For whom?? Those who sit at home, watching their veins thicken up with their fatness until they die a death that is their own sickness. Tell me why you believe the world is wrong in your eyes, before I rip them out and eat them up before your bleeding carcass. Yes, I am a man of sophistication and yet I have the rage that ultimately becomes your downfall when I see it fit. I just hope you can beg like a screaming pig before I take down that final and deciding blow. It always turns out for the same thing for you people. Power, the right to tell others that you told them so. While the spoken word has become nothing more than a tool of short lived memories that nobody will ever remember unless it truly meant something. The problem with society these days is that we all want that one moment in history that seperates you from the other mindless fool that cannot figure it out. To quote Martin Luther King: “I have a dream” Speaking out his dream to the world because he meant it, because he believed in a change where the world would eventually become a safe haven of peace and love and understanding. Something that modern day politician’s can only hope to have a dream to begin with. For their troubles I recognize that behind every moron that tries to run for anything, is a machine of those who try to make a difference and always remain just another Joe. A nameless face, a faceless name. No matter how you would love to call it, the result remains the same. Being detorted in life as nothing more than a mere replaceable toy that has an expired date that tells the world it is time to remove it from your hungr before it devours you. It’s power that devours you, not the other way around.

The word around the streets is about survival, to make it through another day and night without being caught. It’s quite interesting how some things never change throughout the centuries. I guess when it comes down to it, old fashioned tactics remain the best way to be sure that you kill before you get killed. Unless when Nosferatu has chosen you to accept your fate and become a part of it, the greater good in life that nobody dares to speak off. Because we are too much infactuated with power, greed, lust, wealth or even the old fashioned way to bribe your fellow man… the essence of gold, wrapped around your fingers, your neck or even these days around your waist. Making you forget the true nature of that what brought you there in the first place and replace it with the nature of I do not feel the need to share it with others. Weaklings always believe to have the final say in life. Which they do, when they scream out to whomever they remember that is in the Heavens to watch over them. But nothing of sorts is the case has it puritans of weak beliefs of a saviour that would come for you all?? It makes me believe that those who are weak and easily to be affected by others need to be removed from the Grace of your own God. He who shows mercy and love, He who welcomes you with open arms and says to you that He would guide you to better pasture. As long as you will become a mindless sheep and follows his every word and move. It would ultimately make you realise how easily people would try to tell you how you should live your life their way is wrong?? Granted, I was given a choice. Either die and become a meal, or to become that what speaks out to the world as who I am… a better person, a better man and a better entity that you all will ever be. Can I blame you for not knowing what I am talking about?? No, should I?? oh yes, only because I wish to see the looks upon your faces as the end is inevitable for you to resist and give in to my temptation. One that will not end up with a safe travel to the other side… my passage way of my desires is through the blood that flows through your veins and nothing else. Because nothing else would please me more, something that you all need to understand.

Dmitri stares in silence for a few moments towards the painting, a replica of Rembrandt’s infamous Night Watch. A masterpiece that until this day captivates the imagination of the people all over the world that would go to Amsterdam to view the original.

People should have someone watch over them at night, because during the day they watch themselves in a way that too safe for them to believe. Because let’s face it, nobody dies during the day anymore huh?? Or are we too simplistic and sarcastic to believe that your lives will go on forever?? That!!

Dmitri stops for a few moments as he tries to point out with the word that he means the painting ast he camera turns towards it for a few moments before Dmitri starts to talk again.

That is power of the imagination, the power of taking an idea and bring it to life for everyone to see even long after your death has come. But in the end, just like with Rembrandt losing his mind as he cut off his ear, you will lose yours as well. Ending up in a puddle of your own sorrow, your own disgust and your own pathetic nature of believing that you were right and realise that you were oh so deadly wrong…  I pity you all to believe where I am reality and your demise

A second passing

A rooftop, the middle of the night. Rain pours down upon the abandoned city, the name doesn’t matter as during the night everything is so similar throught he eyes of the hunter. A hunter that is kneeled, staring at a room off a different building opposite the one that the hunter is on top off. The curtains are open and a bright light is shining as someone is watching television, not knowing that he is being watched as well.

It’s too easy, almost as if you were waiting for me to knock on your door and invite myself in. but where in that is the urge for me to be simplistic?? As the only thing that I need is something that would ultimately is a challenge. A challenge for me to see how far I can go, how far I could enjoy other men’s struggles and grace them with my respect as I carress their skin with the utmost care. Only to soften them up for my bite to strike. It’s just like a hunt that needs to have three essence in life, just like my three adversaries this coming Sunday. Three names that wish to defeat me and everyone else to gain something valuable in their minds in a championship belt. In the days of real gentlemen, we fought for the hand of the lady when there were more than one suitors. To fight in a contest that ultimately ended up death at the quickest draw and the best aim, or the best blade that would strike your opponent in the heart. To this day  you people would call that savagery, while I wonder what you do by sending people to war to fight for something you believe in isn’t as worse as two men that knew what they got themselves into?? But then again, you all have lost your way with reality haven’t you? Haven’t we all?? Three names, Casey Williams, Julian Frost and Rage. Three names of different backgrounds and all have their own similarities, all have their desires and all have their own weaknesses that is their own downfall eventually. Something that should and needs to be exploited to the point of where I would just welcome them with open arms

We can see that the person gets up from his coach and walks away out of the shot of our watchful eyes. Only to return a few moments later with someone else.

Ahh of course, a visitor. How sweet to see that unlike the modern era of social media that we still wish to do certain things the old fashioned way by meeting people and be interactive without hiding behind a screen and a mouse. Unfortunately for others who are too lazy to even pretend that there is something else besides porn sites to free themselves from certain boiled up frustrations and relieve themselves from their own stress. While they have never imagined the true meaning of stress to begin with. I shudder the thought of what would come out of one nerd to finally find the bravery to consummate with anoteher. As if we haven’t had enough brilliant minds hiding behind their pimples and their glasses, as their frustrations end up for them to prove themselves worth for the recognition of this world. Or just die in loneliness as people will never understand why he was so angered and boiled up frustrated with society, but who can blame them??? As nothing can save them from the inevitable, the one fate that ultimately overcomes everyone including you three names that I just mentioned. The fate of enduring the horrors of being judged and hung up to your own words. As you felt the need to punish me for whatever reason?? And for why?? As one does not believe me?? The other assumes that history will repeat itself?? And the third, oh well too shy to even emerge without his mask or to speak out his hopes and dreams?? Perhaps he may very well have become the wisest of the wise of the three names that I have mentioned. As sometimes silence speaks louder than words, a silent tongue often agrees upon others as that was being said many times over and over again. The influence of one that does not speak often overweighs that of many who just have the roll of the tongue and lets it run free for the world to hear. Time will tell if this was the wisest of the wise as three wise men guided themselves towards a child that was wrapped in blankets amongst the animals as there was no place for them to rest. So have your believes ultimately ended up with three different tales of the truth that only a fought man can pick out. As if you would believe these words if I spoke it out towards you in your own national tongue to begin with. Only to assume to where to begin a long tale of righteousness to those who do not even deserve it. But I shall try.

Dmitri stares at interest at the couple as the two slowly start to kiss each other as there is clearly a love connection between them.

Ah yes, true love. The holy bond between two beings that they ultimately will agree upon to never break. How ironic that fate of me having to talk about you has made the decision for me Mr. Williams?? The one who used to be called Big Bad Casey. A troubled name that has indeed done things to me in the past, but none of it has truly worked has it now? And yet I cannot imagine that ending up from being Big and Bad to be the Freight Train of Pain has done you well eventually?? Oh sure, gaining some glory in the past has surely helped your believes of doing the unthinkable. But why has it stopped my friend?? Was it merely the fact that your offspring made your life unbearable?? Or the fact that the wife took too much away from you?? As if the nature of your insignificance of unable relationship hopes and dreams will make me sob at night while reruns of some pathetic soap opera. As that only wishes the unthinkable of your existence to be even more to a path of self destruction. Or has had your marriage vows never meant as much as the words spoke towards you for you to repeat to love her and take care of her through health and sickness, until death do you part?? Then again, according to some a divorce is already the final stab through the heart that every married man could endure huh Casey?? Then again, a marriage is a two side relationship that needs the other to make it work eventually, did you Casey?? Or is your wrestling career too important that nothing needs to stand in your way?? Just like the current world champion?? The former tag team champions that has vanished from this planet all together?? The fact that you seek the blame upon others, makes me realize that you are still one dimensional and sad to begin with my friend. But truth needs to be told, even the weakest link can have a moment or two to shine wouldn’t you agree??

It was her fault wasn’t it my friend?? Just like Eve ruined everything for the future of mankind when she abandoned the warning of the One that created her and ate the fruit of her own downfall as sins and desires came over her and him afterwards. And when there is a mistake, you need to take charge and change things and be a man. Something I’m sure she has doubted for how long?? As the record books tell me that in the ring you have done much, but nothing that would make me assume there is a reason for being pleased with you. But what would be next?? The many phone calls of your friends that you ask for them to look things up on the internet?? As you are too much troubled for having two left hands?? Or the fact that you need to do so much more important that it just can’t wait?? Intrigued is hardly the word that I would become of your resume my friend, but maybe this time there will be a seven foot giant, trying to show the world how frustrated he is and finally achieve something that even YOU did not held worth to be believed in the first place. But I will give you the benefit as I will start to believe in the turnaround of one giant monster. The man that took down Bill and me in that Boeing 747 and won that match. To believe that somehow lightning can strike twice, only to be certain that you will ultimately end up disappointing the failure of  your own existence once more. Because belief is something that is your downfall Casey, you need your wife, your children, your friends, your fans that hide in the holes of many abandoned buildings crying until they fall asleep. As if they were babies, that were abandoned by those who they believed that loved them. Something that you know everything about don’t you Mr. Williams?? You and your fellow opponent Rage spoke valiantly about your past accomplishments as if they stand out in the annals of time. How would it make you stand out when what has happened in the past was only something that ended in sorrow. Ending up in pain and disappointment, the setbacks in life where I have heard fathers and husbands enjoyed coming back home as they would never judge him. Where is your safe haven now Mr. Williams?? As you fled from reality and desire to create your own, only to waste your existence in lies and excuses. Not like I could blame you, a man of no morals and no reason to be called a man to begin with. Just don’t blame your mistakes upon me if you have failed the world once more and continue to travel that path of sadness. Because my ears will forget the tears and cries of your pathetic nature when you do.

He turns as he sits on the edge of the rooftop, staring into the camera as we see how wet his suit has become, his hair clinging all wet to his face as his cold and dark eyes burn a hole through it. No emotion visible for the watchful eyes to see.

Nothing more in life would I love to do to put you in your place Casey Williams, to take you for another flight of your life and wrap these arms around your neck and whisper words into your ears of knowledge you have never even dreamt of knowing. Troubling your mind as we will watch the two others destroy each other as I keep you safe from them to harm you. Do not confuse this embrace as one of a loving kind, as I just wait for the moment to come where eventually I get bored of sharing knowledge and take back what is rightfully mine. To hand you just another example of misery of a kind that is unheard of, but then again… you are not worried aren’t you?? You have already endured me at least once, so why would this time be any different?? Then again, what makes the world be an allknowing example of your existence as you do not even come close to be acknowledged through your very own eyes. Think about that before I will take you to school and educate you of the learnings of Nosferatu


Dmitri grabs a handkerchief and holds it in front of him, watching how it turns completely wet before his watching eyes before closing it in his fist as he squeezes it very hard. As if he is trying to squeeze the final drops of life essence out of it.

I just hope nothing that was being said would harm the sensitive mind of one Casey Williams, it is almost unthinkable of how a big bad boy could become so sensitive as a human being and a man of responsibilities that he does not wish to take. But even though I could go on for hours, we have to move on to another example of how a thought could end up being your existence. Never wondering whether the thought was the right one to have to begin with, but then again…. It’s always better than to be a coward and hide yourself for the world to watch. Oh wait, you are the same aren’t you Lucian?? I hope you do not mind me using your first name, seeing that this is the second time I am allowed and granted time to speak of you. I feel that the need to be polite has been shedded off of my mind as you have not shown any respect by opening your mouth at all. Some would assume that being coward would come into play, but I feel that there is something far more deeper inside your mind than that isn’t it?? Like a web being woven, a delicate process that needs time to be delivered in a perfect way. Has your web finally caught up with you Lucian?? Causing you to become unable to find a path through the web of deceit that you have woven for all, but mostly for yourself?? Have you finally gave into it all and started to believe everything that you have said?? As if that piece of cloth that covers your identity has become that what you are not??? Oh please, not another example of how Jeckyll and Hyde have gone awfully wrong wouldn’t you agree?? In the end of your lies there is a path that is burning Lucian, burning with questions, questions of where to go next?? A man that demanded a shot at any of these titles as you have never lost… is that why you have vanished from this planet?? To confuse me?? To confuse your opponents?? As in the hope and dream of you being lost in time and space?? Fighting some alien lifeform that has the ability to adapt to everything that it sees and they saw you??? I wonder what their first reaction has been??? Merely of laughter as a child like figure has no chance to be anything near that what you portray to be. Even if you have no fear, even if you have no clue what sanity and reality is all about Lucian. It will be a wise thing to stay away from all of this before I would dot he same thing that I already have told Mr. Williams that what I would do to him to begin with. Oh how ironic is that the est things in life would always return to it’s rightful owner??

As if that right has ever left me in the first place, it is a pleasure to remove the world of those who have no right and no existence plan to begin with. For I speak only as I see things through the centuries of repeating situations that are very similar. Ironic how nobody would ever believe the reality of one that they say that cannot exist. Nothing in life is beyond that of a human, until their wrong nature has been proven wrong by yours truly.at least I do not hide behind a mask Lucian, I do not hide behind some super hero like costume that would take away some of your incapable nature to begin with. I want to make you realize that what is going to be happening to you this coming Sunday, the end of an era of three champions are upon these waiting hands and these watchful eyes. Eyes that burn for more, hands that itch for your flesh to be ripped to shreds. Kind words that speak lot of warnings for your unwilling ears to listen to. I know that deep down inside your stomach, you still feel that you are the king of this extravaganza. But then again, a mere lie could do so much more to your confidence that it will take so much pride for me to let you watch it crumble before your watchful eyes. Trust me as I speak of riddles and tales that have a meaning beyond that of a dictionary that explains what the meaning is of a coward. Because a picture often tells more than a thousand words and when I start to watch your own picture, I can relate to the moment where your words vanish into thin air. I suggest you rejoice the moments that you have got left, before I devour your existence just like a spider devours flies. No remorse, no compassion just pure hunger… something that needs to be clenched by you.

Dmitri rubs his hand across his mouth, bearing his fangs in front of the camera as he smiles and nods his head.

For it has been too long that I have looked upon in utter disbelief of what has happened to this world. Granted a rest from time to time would do us Nosferatu good as well as it always have done to you humans. The travels that made me walk in your shadows have been very interesting ones, until the point of where I would believe that I have become your shadow. Adapting to every move, sinking my fingers into your brain to read your thoughts. Oh the joy that I have felt throughout the centuries has been as entertaining to you humans when you hold a puppet in your hand that would tell you that it will kill you over and over again. I guess the art of being a true entertainer has changed dramatically throughout the centuries hasn’t it??, I wonder who is to be blamed for that. Do you know Lucian?? Oh I am sorry, you must have assumed that after my harsh words of warning that I would have moved on have you?? I personally would rather put a cross upon your face and watch it burn a hole through your mask as I have set it on top of hot coals for many hours after each other. Burning you for every lie that you have spoken for so many years, a man that just Casey has lived too long in the pat. Rejoicing the moments of where he was something alongside others because in the end he could no longer do it upon himself anymore. How ironic would it be to realize that you haven’t changed one damn bit, something that you proclaim to have done. But who are we to kid huh my friend?? You are just steps away from allowing another lie to take over your soul and dig up another mask to hide behind. Is it these words that will make you realize that I am right?? Or will it make you cry because I am too harsh upon you?? Whatever the case shall be Lucian, I really would not give a damn about it. I hope that people of his stature could appreciate my attempt to use a word of slang from time to time

Dmitri sighs, shaking his head in disbelief before dropping the handkerchief that he held so tight in his fist. He stares at it as he watches the water wash it away slowly.

And then there is one name left to discuss, Rage. As he has shown the world how much Rage he has possesses. A man that speaks out his frustrations as apparently he feels I have not shown him the proper attention… what was it again by watch out what you ask for Rage?? It appears that you do not enjoy the way I speak of you as well as others, is that why you assume the notion that I do not show you the proper attention?? Is that your dilemma Rage?? You are enraged when someone neglects the big man from the Seven Sins?? How quaint,  you seem to be troubled in your speech department as well as your confusing attempts to understand me. Is that it Rage?? You don’t get the fact that I don’t curse you down, I don’t tell you that I will break you in pieces just like any other human being would?? And why would I lower myself to a mere Sinful obsession of one enraged entity. Did I not do the same thing as you did do?? Assume the position of questioning why you are being called Rage and ask questions??

Have you not said it yourself that you do not know anything about me and don’t care?? Only to follow up after sobering up with the fact that you hate men like me?? That this match will be between you and me?? How in the unfortunate department of lost brains have you come up with such an enraged ideology that you are confused beyond repair??? It must have haven’t it?? To watch me speak out in respect, something that apparently has not been taught by the Sins of how many ages of departure?? Sins that have been more successful than you have ever been. The only reason I can think of is that you are too concerned with the fact that a newcomer may take away your spot. Why Rage?? Why the insecurity of a two year old?? You are angered over your own career, fighting for so long. Fighting like Hell, some brave words from a frustrated sod. And what has it brought you Rage?? Has it brought you anything close to what others have done before?? You see Rage, you fear the fact that I am a threat to you winning a championship… while you should be worried whether you will be walking alive in one piece, walking away with a championship belt that in your mind deserve, but need to get the approval of others to actually believe it. While me??

Dmitri closes his eyes as his hairaaa has almost covered it due to the rain as he smiles.

While me I am here to inflict pain, I’m here to drop bodies from left to right. Yes, one match so far Rage and I’ve made more impact than you have been trying with that tournament. One match where I beat down a former tag team champion Rage… isn’t that what you need to focus upon than rather that proclaiming that I do not stand a chance in hell of beating you?? And where have you found the reassuring thought that I shall not be like what Lucy Frost and Spike Staggs has done to you?? Or does that not matter anymore as your opportunity that has been handed upon you for another championship belt soothed your frustrations for a mere few days?? I know, once again all those damn questions that troubles you hasn’t it?? But then again, they are all true. I do not mind enraging a man that focuses solely upon rejoicing his career for so long that it has become a tragedy almost. A tragedy of doing the exact same thing that he proclaims that others are doing. Isn’t that a syndrome of some sorts?? Until that I have found the real name, I will call it enRAGEdmania for a reason. And you just have to find out why for yourself big guy.

Speak all you want my friend, I see the end of the tunnel approaching the moment where a door closes right before your watchful eyes. Forcing you to fight Hell over and over again until you can do two things. Fight until the end of time, what I am sure of  you will just do fine. Or just give up, be the smartest of the smart and understand that your time has come Rage. How is that for attention being craved by a simpleton?? See Rage, no cursing of a two year old needed to get the point come across huh?? And if needed, I will grab the back of your skull and bash your face in myself… merely for the viewing entertainment of a man that has got it all under control. Something that the world has been waiting for to see whether you can get the message and quit. Until this Sunday, I suggest you do some more sinning my friend. Because every pleasurable moment has an ending, even yours.

With that Dmitri walks off as the camera continues to focus on the twet handkerchief.