[Fenris]

 Have you read Dani Weston's Character Building RP entitled "Enough Is Enough" yet? If so, what goes on for much of what you are about to see will make much more sense. if you haven't, well shame on you! Go on, do it now. I'll wait. Trust me when I say you'll be thankful that you did. Fuck it. Here...

Enough Is Enough

All done? Good. if there is one thing I have never been accused of, it's being the patient sort. And now that we're finished getting you ready for what's to come, I can stop with this bullshit first person narrative.

<img align=left src= "http://www.geocities.ws/scwmaterial/Pictures/Fenris11.png" height=440 width=460>Las Vegas -
09/13/2018

The day had pretty much been shot to hell, at least compared to what the initial plans had been. Fenris had somehow been coerced into accompanying his Stevens Gym teammate, the soon-to-be World Bombshell Champion Dani Weston, onto a shopping excursion to find new ring gear after he critiqued what she had already purchased for Violent Conduct V. Sometimes Fenris's impulsive nature really had a way of coming back and biting him on the ass. He would have backed out. He could have flat out refused to waste his time clothes shopping -- but he didn't. And why? Well if he was going to be perfectly honest, he didn't really know why he didn't. He just knew Dani had been going through some very rough emotional patches as of late with the ex boyfriend who wouldn't seemingly ever just Go. Away! He was one of the select few who did know her personal troubles,, but that was because he had practically dragged it out of his brother Aron.

And now?

All he could do was silently thank Balder that he had went along with it, otherwise... Well he didn't want to think about what might have happened to Dani once that mother fucker showed up and had he not been there to intervene. Even if he was standing there, in Dani's little run down apartment, with his wrists lashed behind his back and held in place with a set of handcuffs.

Wait, what? Fenris defended Dani, protected her from a physically abusive stalker and he's the one wearing handcuffs!? Well, you'd have to take it from the perspective of the Las Vegas police who only thirty minutes ago, had happened upon the scene thanks to a neighbor of Dani's calling in, reporting the sounds of crashing and screaming. They found one man out cold on the floor of the apartment, his nose shattered and bleeding profusely, and his otherwise handsome face swollen to the point he was barely recognizable. And Fenris standing there looking relatively none the worse for wear, save for a mark on his face where Eli had landed the first punch, and the bare knuckles on his right hand which were shredded from repeated strikes against Eli's face and body.

From a visual perspective, it was clear cut. Fenris objected verbally in his native Icelandic, but was wise enough to know that had he put up a physical struggle, he would have been even worse off than he was now. Eli had been secured onto a gurney and removed from the apartment, and Fenris watched with a grim sense of satisfaction. He could see the lights of the ambulance through the windows, reflecting off the exterior of the apartment building and despite the corner he was not backed into, all he could think was...

"Good. Fucker deserved it." And despite the troubles he was now facing, deep down Fenris knew that he would do it again without so much a moment's hesitation. Dani's perpetually happy nature grated his nerves raw, but he'd be god damned if he'd stand idly by and let some fucker terrorize her. Dani had been removed from the apartment to the outside hallway so that the police could speak with her privately. A neighbor here and there stuck their heads out from their doors to catch a glimpse of the happenings, and even pretended interest in her well being, but were quickly ushered back inside by the police so that they could speak with Ms. Weston one on one.

The detectives even tried questioning Fenris, but all he gave them was his name and told them to "Ask her." and by her, he of course meant Dani. From his perspective at the window, he watched as the ambulance pulled out of the parking lot, no doubt to take Eli to the closest hospital for medical treatment. He could feel the eyes of the two police officers staring down at him when the door to the apartment opened and inside stepped a third officer, and trailing behind him, was Dani, but she was not alone. As right behind her, walked Daniel Morgan and his perpetual bodyguard, Osbourne.

Daniel's attention went immediately to Fenris who turned his head aside, not wanting to recognize the heightened interest Daniel was seemingly watching him with. But it would not last as Daniel's eyes went back to watching over Dani protectively as the police were speaking in a hushed conference, until they broke away and approached Fenris.

"You're lucky." One officer said as he made a move to turn Fenris around so he had access to his hand cuffs. "You have influential friends."

As the cuffs were being unlocked from around his wrists, one of the other cops stated, "The young lady here vouched for you. That guy attacked you and you were acting in self defense."

"He wouldn't stop." Dani shuddered, wrapping her arms around herself and Daniel offered a comforting hand on her slim shoulder. "Eli just kept trying to fight him."

Once his wrists were released, Fenris massaged his sore wrists as a cop handed him his ID back, but did a double take as the name finally stood out.

"Kristjan -- Baltasarsson?" The cop frowned. "Wait, the MMA fighter?"

"Wrestler, now." Fenris carefully corrected him and the cop nodded in understanding.

The cop said, "I thought I recognized you..." He turned with a bewildered expression and shook his head as he addressed his two comrades, "That dumb son of a bitch tried to jump a trained MMA fighter and professional wrestler!"

One of the other cops shook his head, while the third simply pursed his lips and let loose a low, shrill whistle. The first then turned back to Fenris but also made it clear his words were for Danielle's benefit as well, "We're going to need the two of you to come to the station to make an official statement. Cover all bases. And in case you..." He then made his words for Dani alone, "Want to formally press charges further against Eli for violating his restraining order. Chances are when he gets out of the hospital, he'll be going straight to jail."

"And you better make sure your bases are covered." Another of the police spoke up and addressed Fenris, although his choice of words were strange and the Icelandic male was uncertain he understood their meaning. "Self defense or not, there's every chance that piece of work may attempt to sue."

Daniel turned his head to Fenris and whispered, "Don't worry about it." Whatever that meant, but Daniel's words were almost as cool as the expression on his face. The police then turned and started to file out of the apartment, one by one, with the expectation that Fenris and Dani would follow to the police station as requested. As the two made to do just that, Fenris found a hand on his shoulder. He turned to find Daniel looking at him with a grim appreciation and he finally nodded and said two simple words, "Good job."

It wasn't often Daniel heaped praise on anyone, but this time it was well deserved.



Las Vegas -
September 17

The day after Violent Conduct V. Fenris had done as promised, and cemented his status atop the men's division with a decisive but hard fought victory over Kris Ryans, while Dani Weston had done the seemingly impossible, upsetting the three-time World Bombshell Champion Mikah to walk away with the gold. As the rental car drove down the road, Fenris behind the wheel with Aron at his right as always, it was the third party in the rear that was perhaps a bit of a surprise, as Fenris, over protective as always, insisted on driving Dani Weston from California back to Nevada.

Dani was still elated, and had yet to come down from the natural high of joining Fenris as a World Champion graduate of the Stevens Gym. She knew deep down Fenris was proud of her, but it was still a surprise he offered to drive her. And by offered, he meant he wasn't taking "no" for an answer.

"You know, you Guys didn't have to drive me home." Dani said for what had to be the hundredth time. "I could have gotten a cab."

Aron said, "And paid more for a cab than this rental costs."

"Say, why did you Guys do a rental anyway?" Dani asked, her curiosity peaked. "Kristjan has a car. Didn't he drive it to the show?"

"And put that much mileage on his baby? Perish the thought!" Aron answered so his brother could focus on the road. God knows he needed to! "We rented this for the trip. Besides, this gave us extra room for you know who." He jetted a thumb back over his shoulder, to the seat beside Dani that was occupied by Fenris's baby, his snow white Siberian Kyssa.

Dani nodded, still not understanding and unable to process the volatile Fenris going through this much effort for anyone, especially her. As she allowed her attention to waver toward her surroundings of the drive, She started to notice something off. They weren't anywhere near her neighborhood where her apartment was. They were actually close to the Strip...

"Um, Guys?" Dani spoke up. "I thought you were giving me a lift home? Why are we...?"

But Fenris held a hand up to silence her questions as they pulled into the underground parking garage of the Three Turnberry Place, the luxury condo estates that Fenris and Aron called home. Once the car was settled into a vacant space and turned off, the two brothers climbed out of the front,, and looked at Dani expectantly. Now she was really confused, as she did what she felt they wanted, and she unfastened her own seatbelt and climbed out as well.

Only then did the brothers walk around to the trunk and they proceeded to pull out their luggage, and then did the unexpected by pulling Dani's out as well and passed it to her.

"What...?" She shook her head. "Guys? What's going...?" But Fenris gave her such a cold stare that she practically "eeped" and clamped her lips shut, and she followed the siblings toward the elevator that would lead to...

The door to the condo that Fenris had purchased to be his and Aron's home away from Iceland opened and Fenris walked inside first, and he unfastened Kyssa's leash and she darted off in search of food and water, and perhaps a doggy nap to follow. Dani was the last to enter, and as Aron closed the door behind her, she could not help but be mesmerized by her surroundings. It was the first time she had set foot inside of their home. But once the initial surprise wore off, something else caught her eye on the far end of the front room;

Two boxes, filled with.... "My stuff!" Dani dropped her luggage and walked over, examining the two boxes that were filled with her few, meager possessions. She looked up to the brothers who had followed her in and she shook her head.

"Guys... w-what' going on? Why are my things here?"

Aron found his voice first to answer, tilting his head forward as he asked, "Dani, did you seriously think you could go back to that ...."

"Shit hole." Fenris finished for him, causing Dani's cheeks to blush at the description of her abode.

"It wasn't that bad." She quietly insisted, to which Fenris again repeated, "It was a shit hole."

Aron opened his eyes, after he had closed them at his brother's caustic choice of words. He then explained, "Dani, you need a new place. Especially after what happened. A place that the son of a bitch doesn't know about." He then added with a wink, "A world champion deserves better."

Her eyes fell to Fenris, her confusion still evident on her face, and he said simply, "You stay here, until you find a new place."

"Stay -- here?" Her eyed widened, her finger pointing down at the floor in front of her. "You mean -- HERE here?"

Fenris just nodded once, as if that were all the answer she needed. He bent down and picked up the two boxes and pushed them into her arms, almost causing her to stagger back multiple steps. He pointed down the hall that led away from the condo's main foyer. "First door on right is Aron's room. You're staying there."

"What!?" She looked pleadingly toward Aron and shook her head, "No, no. I can't take your..."

But she was met with one of the younger brother's bright smiles and he said, "Will you stop? Okay? Just stop. This was my idea. I mean, you staying here was K's, but you taking my room was mine. Besides..." He shrugged. "It's not forever. You'll have a new place in no time."

"But..." She swallowed, as her emotions were starting to catch up to her. Here the seemingly heartless Fenris had not only defended her against Eli several days ago, but now he was wanting to take her in to help keep her safe until she could get a new and more secure home to call her own. Her eyes misted over and she asked Aron, "Where will you sleep?"

"The sofa." he smiled simply. "I'm always falling asleep on it anyway."

"Go." Fenris pointed down the hall, his tone speaking volumes that he would brook no argument whether or not she stayed.

"Guys," She swallowed hard and tried unsuccessfully to use her full arms to wipe away a tear. "This is all very sweet but really..."

"I SAID GO!" Fenris bellowed and Dani immediately ran down the hall to the indicated room with her belongings! Fenris muttered, "Fuck!" Before he turned and found Aron staring at him with a raised brow.

Fenris shrugged, "What?"

"You really do have a heart." Aron smiled.

"YOU TAKE THAT BACK!!!" The bellow shook the walls!



The Stevens Gym -
Current

The gym that has now bred three Sin City World Champions was vacant, save for one. Fenris sat inside the center of the six-sided ring, one of three rings that were housed within these walls to train the future Superstars of tomorrow. He sat cross-legged, showing just a brief glimpse of his flexibility, and his forearms rested on his thighs. before him was the World Championship belt, stretched out before him. He was clad in very simple attire (a sleeveless white t,  matching shorts and his usual cap worn on his scalp with flip flop[s on his bare feet) following what had been another grueling workout to keep his skills sharp. Given whom he would be facing this coming weekend, he knew that he would need it.

His eyes were lost, vacant ahead of him, bit there were the faintest traces of a smile on his lips as he spoke in his native tongue with the benefit of subtitles along the bottom of the screen.

"I do not see myself like many other World Champions SCW has seen. I do not take advantage of my role to make unreasonable demands. When Courtney and I won the Blast From the Past, I bided my time until I was given my rightful shot at the World title, and even after I won the belt, I made few requests, save for the chance to meet certain men inside of the ring. Men who I knew could fight, men who could quite honestly, beat me down and test to see if I could pick myself back up again. I asked for Casey Williams, Got him. Beat him. I asked for Kris Ryans. Got him. Beat him. Only a name or two left, and perhaps one of the toughest I finally get to meet in the ring."

"Kain. The King of Kings."

"Why did Christian and Mark agree to book this match? Look at Kain's ring style, then look at mine, and you tell me why they would have booked this match. Kain's style is rugged, and has an MMA influence. The first man I have met so far in my wrestling career that can honestly say the same. Oh there was that nameless blunder on Twitter who came out all of a sudden after my signing to say he was an MMA  fighter too, but that was really just an attempt to take away some of my spotlight. But Kain?"

Fenris nodded.

"He is the real deal. Not just from an MMA fighting standpoint, but his fucking career in wrestling is unCANNY! The man has won every championship that he was offered -- every. Fucking. One! World Champion! Roulette Champion! Internet Champion! World Tag Team! And now, two-time World Mixed Tag Team! If the man wasn't already a champion at this point in time, I could only assume this would be for my championship because if anyone out there deserves it, it would be Kain! But just because he deserves it, doesn't mean he'd be able to make the most out of it and at my expense."

"Kain had his time at the top, and one day may rise up again. But this time, and against me?"

He shook his head.

"All respect due, no. Not now, and not against me. I wanted this match against you, Kain, because I know what kind of fighter you are. Trust me when I say I did not issue this challenge with ease of mind. I've watched your fights. Not your wrestling matches, but your FIGHTS. I know what you are capable of with submissions and strikes, but then again, I also know what I can do. And what I can do can be summed up in one simple word;"

"Win."

"I give credit to Gabriel and Odette Stevens for making me who and what I am as far as a professional wrestler goes. I credit many for my time in MMA, particularly Maksym Petrov, my coach. But take everything each had a hand in, and bring it all together...?"

He clasped his hands together, intertwining his fingers.

"And you have what you see before you now. The perfect hybrid of MMA and professional wrestling. You have the White Wolf. Unbeaten. Sin City Wrestling World Champion. And before me, I have one of the final two names I have begged to be put before me. Kain. Hall of Famer. Grand Slam Champion."

"King of Kings."

"Well your Highness, in only a few days time, the worst thing that can happen to any King will come to pass. Your throne, your kingdom, will be conquered by the White Wolf! And afterwards?"

Fenris nodded.

"Afterwards, I would gladly shake your hand."