Show Posts

This section allows you to view all posts made by this member. Note that you can only see posts made in areas you currently have access to.


Topics - Derek Thorne

Pages: [1]
1
Climax Control Archives / Lost but found.
« on: February 26, 2016, 08:13:12 PM »
 
<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> There is nothing like returning to a place that you have once been before. It feels all too familiar and I can work with familiar.  This week I find myself revisiting the back hallways of Sin City Wrestling. I’m coming back to wrestle my first match in well over a year. To say that I’m a barrel of mixed feelings would be an understatement. I mean I haven’t stepped foot inside a professional ring for more than 365 days. For some that is a long time, but for me, the thrill of the fight is nothing more or nothing less than instinct. Am I worried that I will be a mess out there? Absolutely not, am I concerned that I will fail, under no circumstance will I ever let that feeling cloud my judgement inside the six sided ring.

I have failed in the past, but you know what they say failure is only an opportunity to begin again and this time I will come back wiser, stronger and more determined. For I have a point to prove, not only to myself, but also to a certain petite blonde. Who for some reason has all the faith in the world in me? She is the reason I even considered coming back, hell she is the reason why I am here today living and breathing, period.

I was none the wiser when she turned up in Norway with that comedic cockney; I had no idea what she was going to ask of me. I just assumed she was introducing me to her latest squeeze. It was in my kitchen when she blurted out that she had entered my name into the Blast from the Past tournament. At first I was taken back, the thought of competing again was something that I had been toying with for a while. The thought of being back in action, the thought of existing in the real world, fighting, winning, losing, it didn’t matter just the thought of ripping someone limb from limb was enough to wet my appetite. That’s when I noticed my hands had balled up by my side into two fists. My knuckles were snow white; my jaw was clenched while my breathing was deep. The animal instinct in me; was in overdrive.

She must have seen the fire in my eyes because the look on her joyful face quickly turned to apprehension. It was at that very moment she remembered what happened last time I had been in a fight and it was at that very moment she tried to back pedal out of her decision. As she begged and pleaded with me not to follow through with it, I couldn’t help but smile. The more she spoke the more it drove me to make my decision. I was coming back to the United States and I was coming back to Sin City Wrestling, even if it was just for one match, I needed it. Simply because the animal that sleeps inside me had laid dormant for far too long. He needed to be awoken; he needed a chance to be feed.

You see in Norway I’m forced to be on my best behaviour, while in the United States, anything goes.

And trust me if you only knew the anger that stalked within me, you would understand why I need freedom from this internal prison. Some people say that only the foolish get angry and that everything you do whilst under the influence of anger is something you’ll regret. The thing is, I don’t regret a damn thing I have ever said or done in my life and I will never regret a damn thing that I can control.  They also say that holding onto anger only hurts you; well in my opinion it’s about time that holding onto my anger starts to hurt others.

Where better to start then coming back to Sin City Wrestling to inflict some sort anger management? I don’t need help in controlling my fury, I have handled that just perfectly for years, and I just need somewhere that I can release it.

So here we are looking at the week ahead knowing that I Derek Thorne will be coming back to fight, do I want to win the tournament? Anything is possible, but as for right now all I want is a purpose. Right now the tournament is giving me the ultimate opportunity to tie up some loose ends. Not only do I have a fantastic partner in Mercedes Vargas but I have the advantage of being one of the unknown.

Sure I’ve been in SCW before, sure I faced some of the men there previously, but that was before I had my whole world ripped up into tiny little pieces in front of me. That was before I had my entire core burnt to ashes. Last time I had sensitivities, last time I had Staggs holding a light so bright it was hard to get out of. Last time I had people who had opinions of me, people who had expectations of me. However this time, I have no one to please, no one to impress. I just have myself, I just have my wants. I don’t have a cast of a shadow over me, taming me, controlling me. I just have myself.

The only thing I have to worry about for the first few weeks is that I have Mercedes as a tag team partner and her best interest will be in my mind. If she wants to take this seriously, I’ll take this seriously. If she wants to use the tournament as a stepping stone to get towards the ultimate goal of having the chance to go head to head with Sam Marlowe for her SCW Bombshell Championship, I will try my hardest to help her get there.

For me this isn’t ultimately about the chance at going for the Heavyweight championship, it’s all a means to an end. Silence the animal inside, before it eats me alive.

--

Flashback; Ben Jordan’s private Jet
Why her?

She was looking at me again; even with my eyes closed I could feel her hazel orbs staring holes into my skin. I wasn’t sure what it was about me that she thought was worth saving? However every time I saw her she had nothing but hope blazing in her eyes. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I had to open my eyes and face her questions, but for right now I needed silence. I desired peace. It sounds dismal doesn’t it? I mean how stupid, I’m a grown man asking for peace. I’ve spent most of my life living off the grid, how much peace could I want? I wanted it all, I craved it all; in fact I was so close to having it all.

That was until she stumbled into my life, a little tiny teenager who has no clue of how dangerous the world really is. I have to hand it to her, I was legitimately impressed when she trekked her way through the deepest forests of Sweden to come find me. Staggering her way up to my front door with exhaustion but anticipation smeared all over her face. At first I thought it was a joke, when she asked me to train her. I mean why me? I haven’t got the best track record when it comes to being inside the ring, but she insisted that it didn’t matter. It turns out she just wanted to learn how to fight and well fighting to me is like the blood in my veins, a necessity. She was sick of people seeing her as weak and defenceless so she wanted to be more, she needed to prove them wrong. So here she was begging for me to take her under my wing. So I did.

That moment was the birth of something that not many expected. Not only did I help her become a fighter, not only did she become a respectable wrestler, she became a silent warrior. One that unbeknown to her hides deep down inside of core, that she declines to let escape.  Refusing the beast its time in the light. I knew exactly what was happening, the moment she became addicted to becoming a better fighter. I knew the moment she refused to give up that she was just feeding this monster that was effortlessly being contained.

You see she’s different. She’s like a butterfly filled with rage, a volcano disguised as a mountain, a sinister Viking hidden within a petite blonde.  She’s the fury of a fire contained inside a cool breeze. She’s my creation and soon enough you’ll see her in all her glory, soon enough that monster inside her will rattle the door of its cage so hard that she won’t be able to contain it. She will snap and even know she doesn’t know it’s inside her, she will manage it with ease. As if she has been in control of it the whole time and that moment right there will be one of my proudest.

Only then will the bond of our friendship be absolute, only then will she become everything that I have envisioned for her and she will thank me for it. Trust me. You all will thank me for it. There’s only so much positivity this world can take and right now she’s just about to overload. So Melody Grace, it will be Welcome to the dark side.

With her eyes still burning into my skin I knew I had no choice, she was going to grill me to get answers. She’s predictable. When I finally opened my eyes I didn’t just see her staring at me, I noticed that Ben Jordan was looking at me as well.

<FONT COLOR= #9E7BFF>Melody: Great you’re awake.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>I wasn’t really sleeping but I just offered a slight smile.

<FONT COLOR= #9E7BFF>Melody: Are you excited?

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Looking directly at her I just nodded, I wasn’t the one for words.

<FONT COLOR= #9E7BFF>Melody: Great, you’re going to be so amazing, just promise me you won’t go out of control? Because Mark Ward said that if you do anything stupid, he would hold me accountable.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>A wild smirk crossed my face, a babysitter just what I needed.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E>Derek: I can’t promise you anything Melody, but I’ll try and keep you in Marks good books.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>I watched as she clapped with glee, like I had just promised to take her to Disneyland. Turning my head to the side I looked towards Ben Jordan who was still looking at me with this confused look on his face.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E>Derek: Spit it out Cockney.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Ben cleared his throat while he looked back and forth between Melody and I, I knew he was going to ask one of two questions. One, no we have never been together nor will we ever and two, I answered above, and she is in my life because I am her trainer. There is nothing more or less.

<FONT COLOR= #dcff7a>Ben: I just want to know, if you’re from Sweden, why did we pick you up from Norway?

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>It was a good question, a very good question indeed. The answer wasn’t very simple; letting a slight exhale escape my lips they parted to answer his question.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E>Derek: Well it’s a long story; some might even say it’s complicated.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Just as those words left my mouth I found myself trailing off into deep thought, while I heard Melody take over story time to inform Ben why I didn’t live in Sweden anymore.

---

A flashback, within a flashback;
removing a problem, while creating another

I can’t believe that she is with him, him of all people. This smug looking business man who wouldn’t know a thing about the real world, was the apple of her eye? I guess she thought that if he had money he would help provide for her, protect her and give her all those fancy things she liked. Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t give two shits about her being with another man, that doesn’t faze me. It’s the fact that she is letting him be around her. Yes her, my sweetest creation. For months now I have watched on from the sidelines, yet I have had no contact with either of them until today. Why today? Well today is the day that I noticed the bruises on her arm, the black around her eyes, her broken nose. This man that she let into her life was abusing her and she did nothing.

NOTHING!

I won’t stand back and watch her waste away into nothing more than mere ashes or a body six feet under because she is too amused by money, toys and fame. I will not stand back and watch her put my seed in harm’s way. I have an heir on this earth, she didn’t know it yet but she would one day. One day she would be in my possession. Hell I know I’m not the father type but she was mine, my own flesh and blood and she was being kept from me. Can you imagine the pain of knowing that your own child doesn’t even know you exist and what for? Just to keep her pure in the eyes of the powerful.

The more I thought about it the more I felt sick in the very lowest pits of my stomach. I’m not known to show much expression but right now irritation was creeping up all over my face. His face however, well that’s a different story.

This man would never and I mean never cause her any more damage and how do I know this? Because right now my right hand was dug into his throat, my fingers are wrapped around his trachea, compressing it. I could feel his breathing grow shorter, yet the foolish man continued to inhale deeply, jolting underneath my touch. I couldn’t blame him; after all he was going to die. It’s funny how certain figures of power react in desperate times. You see when I first confronted him, he was all words, and fists. Swinging at me like he was Iron Mike Tyson, the thing is sometimes those who believe they can fight, are often are the ones who knock themselves out.

It wasn’t hard to take control and since that moment, he has gone from throwing swear words at me to trying to buy me off with money. The thing is, I don’t need money from him, what I need from him is to be out of my little girl’s life. Permanently!

I could feel the beat of his pulse starting to slow; the sound of it was drumming in my ears. Thud... thud... thud...  Yet that wasn’t my favourite part, my favourite part of all of this was the look in his swollen blood shot eyes. His lifeless blood shot eyes; they just starred up at me. I find it funny how within a blink of an eye he went from cool calm and collected to nothing but a shadow of himself.

I couldn’t help but crack a smile as thought about everything that had lead up until now, its funny isn’t it. Most people don’t have time to think when they’re about to end someone’s perfect life.  Yet here I am reminiscing already over the bruises I have left all over his crippled body, the fact that I had broken his nose, his jaw, his left cheek bone. I had blackened his eyes, probably smashed his knee cap and all with my bare hands. It’s amazing what a cool calm and collected temper can do to a man. You see this scum needed to be removed from his stance of power and who better to do it than the biological father to his step daughter.

It wasn’t just because he was hurting the mother of my child; it was because I knew these situations all too well. I knew that it often started with the male putting his hands on the female before he would turn to the children. What kind of father would I be if I let this sick excuse of a man put his hands on my daughter? I wouldn’t be. I would be just as bad as he was, I would be nothing more than the abuser. I wouldn’t and couldn’t let him think he could get away with his actions. I’ve never been the one to follow any religions but right now I was happy to play God.

I watched on as his eyes closed as his last breaths started to come, any moment now he would be gone and my daughter would be left unharmed. That’s all the mattered to me, I could live with his blood on my hands for the rest of my days. Making sure he was out of her life was the only thing I could do right now, so I was going to make sure I finished the job. That was until I heard her voice, her sweet child like voice. My eyes snapped up from his body below me, my hand jolted back from his throat. She was standing right there, right in front of me, with her mother by her side. I could finally see her beautiful flawless face, her perfect blonde hair and her calming blue eyes. I had seen them before but only from a distance, she was breathtaking, my daughter was perfect and she was there right there.

I saw the look of concern on her flawless face as she looked down at me; I saw the fear in her calming blue eyes. Soon her eyes were filled with tears, while she screamed towards me unsure why someone would be so cruel.  She was scared hell she was frightened of me, I was just like the monster her mother described me as. I could feel her mother’s gaze on me; she was proud because she knew deep down that I was never going to have my baby girl in my life. This moment right here had ruined everything. I had unleashed the animal within but at what cost?

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>---

Right now;

The scene is an old broken down bathroom, with chipped tiles hanging from the walls. A dirty hand basin sits up against the wall while a mirror that can barely reflect any sort of image hangs unbalanced on the wall. To the left is a bath tub filled with God only knows what, while a ripped shower curtain hangs from the ceiling. I wasn’t the one for dramatics but right now, this place just screamed damaged and broken. Those two words describe Derek Thorne, perfectly. The bathroom door swings open with a squeak before the tall powerful Swede steps into the room. Above his head is a single light bulb that is attached to a very long cord, it swings around his head bringing some light to this somewhat dim situation. Looking towards the mirror Derek lefts out a deep exhale before his unusual gruff Swedish voice can be heard.  

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E>Derek: This weekend I find myself coming back to Sin City Wrestling, to compete in a mixed tag team match up for the blast from the past tournament. I find myself matched up with a perfect tag team partner in the SCW internet Bombshell Champion Mercedes Vargas. What more could I ask for in a partner right? I mean she is strong, athletic, determined. She knows how to win matches and she knows how to be a team player. I have no concerns regarding her, if anything I feel blessed knowing that she was assigned to me, via random draw. I must have done something right in one of my pass lives to receive such a perfect return present.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Looking up at the mirror Derek continues to make this way towards it, all the while being filmed for this week’s promotional video.    

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E>Derek: I can’t complain about my pairing, hell I can’t even complain about my competition this week. Now I know that this purely men versus men and women versus women, so I can’t say much on Melanie. Only that I hope she is truly ready for Mercedes. My partner Mercedes isn’t to be taken lightly, she is pure SCW perfection everything she has done has lead her to exactly where she is now and in my eyes that’s her being at the top. I mean how many other Bombshells have stuck around for so long? She had to watch veterans retire, she’s has seen new blood come and go, but she has always been constant. Something that is nice to keep in mind, knowing that your partner will always be there no matter what. I have full faith in Mercedes and what she is capable of, so Melanie; I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into and good luck because you’re going to need it.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Looking towards the camera Derek winks at it confidently before walking up towards the bathroom sink. Resting his hands on the edge of the sink Derek ducks down so he can see his reflection.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E>Derek: I however get to go one on one with Connor. I find it oddly funny that the first person I get to step back into the ring with is Connor Murphy. I mean I know the guy, not well, but I know him. He’s an old nXt connection, not that I was ever formally in nXt but you know what they say, when you’re family to Staggs you’re family to everyone Staggs sees as family. It’s a twisted little web, yet once you get stuck in it it’s hard to get out of it.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>A blank look crosses the Swede’s face as he continues.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E>Derek: However regardless of his connections to my brother Staggs, I will not be taking this week’s match lightly. Connor Murphy, I mean what is there to know about him? Other than he is a Nobody, no that’s not me making a cheap shot that’s what the poor boy calls himself. A Nobody, I find it funny how souls that can walk this earth still consider themselves as nobodies. I mean really Connor? You want to call yourself a nobody, someone like you who has friends, who has motivation, who has drive. I call bullshit. I’ll call bullshit all day long. You’re a pretender. Sure you’ve had a rough upbringing and sure you’re a little bit rough around the edges but the fact you call yourself a nobody is deplorable.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Looking into the mirror Derek squares his eyes.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E>Derek: You only feel like you’re a nobody because people don’t understand you, you feel like they don’t care. You only think you’re this shell of a man that walks the face of the earth because you had a few rough nights, under your belt. That doesn’t make you a nobody, it just makes you weak. People who claim to be nobodies are often some bodies, who seek what they want the most, and Connor I can see right through it, your want for attention is blinding and your need for it is pathetic.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>The more Derek looks into the dark mirror the closer to the basin he gets.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E>Derek: Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure you’re a fine fighter, who can hold his own. I mean you love to fight don’t you? Ahh it’s like I’m looking into a damn mirror and seeing myself at times, the dark alleys, the hoodies, the smart arse comments, and the love of the brawl. The difference is Connor, I don’t have to constantly show boat or constantly remind people that, that’s my way of life... because it just comes naturally. I just wish you could see your own potential.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>The light still swirls around the room above Derek’s head as he continues.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E>Derek: Last time I was in Sin City Wrestling you were in nXt, this time I come back to find that you have joined the nobodies. Don’t you think it’s about time you did something Connor? I mean don’t you think it’s about time you broke from this mould and do something different? Be your own man, stand up on your own two feet and break away from the belief that you need to surround yourself with people to matter? It’s about time you stood out of the shadows, it’s about time you break away from being in a group and be your own man. Build yourself up. Show us who Connor Murphy really is, because right now this facade is just your smokescreen because you fear the man that you could become. Forceful, unstoppable, unleashed... one day you will break away from the confides of being in a stable one day you will break away from what is holding you back. I just guess it’s lucky for me that this Sunday won’t be that day. You’ll still be misguided by your own lies, and you’ll be hindered by your inability to see that you actually matter.  

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Stepping back from the basin Derek turns to face the camera.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E>Derek: This Sunday Connor, I’m coming back to Climax Control with one thing on my mind and that’s proceeding to the next round in the blast from the past tournament. I have a point to prove too many in the locker-room but more importantly I have to prove to myself that coming back was the right idea. It’s just a shame that you have to be in the firing line for week one. I will not under estimate you Connor, but I do believe that you have a weakness and if I have to expose it to get the better of you, I will. I have no shame in doing that, this is a game and I enjoy playing it. I didn’t come back to be handed opportunities, I came back to take them by earning them. That means I have to climb the ladder and that means this week I have to use you as my first railing, to start to climb. It’s not personal it’s just business.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Looking back towards the mirror Derek continues.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E>Derek: I don’t plan on leaving Climax Control disappointed; I know that feeling all too well and it’s something I don’t wish to repeat.  I have had two shots at this blast from the past thing and each time I have never taken it seriously, nor have I wanted to, this time however it’s make or break for me. This time I’m using it to fuel a fire that I thought was put out a long time ago. It’s go hard or go home as they say.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Turning back to the camera, he smirks.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E>Derek: I will see you this coming Sunday Connor, for a match that no doubt won’t disappoint a lot of people, the outcome however will leave people divided. I look forward to seeing you on Sunday Connor, I look forward to figuring out who you really are.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>A slight chuckle leaves his lips.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E>Derek: As for Mercedes, I can’t wait to finally meet you at CC, so we can formally get to know one another.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>A devilish smirk now takes over his face as Derek wraps up his promotional.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E>Derek: This weekend Team BlackThorn won’t hold back against team Connor and Melanie... and hopefully we’ll advance to the next round of the blast from the past tournament.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>With that said and done the vision just fades to black.



2
Character Building Roleplays / Haunted
« on: September 18, 2014, 10:10:38 AM »
 
<a href="http://s1334.photobucket.com/user/EmmaxRose/media/Banners/DerekThorne_zps174528ee.png.html" target="_blank">>[/url]


His blue-green eyes fell on his cold surrounds, narrowing as he scanned the horizon on offer before him. His hometown was no different from what he remembered. It was still the over populated, cold, rubbish hell-hole that was encrypted with his memories. Memories that he wished would stay distant, memories that he wished wouldn’t coming calling his name at night. For the second time in his life he stood in the middle of Stockholm Sweden, for the second time he had dragged himself back here even after swearing several times before to never return.

This time he wasn’t coming to rebuild old bridges, this time he wasn’t coming back to become a hero, he was coming back here on a mission. Knowing him he wouldn’t be here for long, as the very tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood on the edge as the wind blew past him. The touch of the wind on his rough skin felt as if it was acting as a hand wanting to grab at him and pull him back into his hometown. Inhaling hastily through his nostrils the Swede turned his head slightly to his left as the sound of a firm soled business shoe clapped against the hard concrete flooring. As the footsteps drew near, he didn’t turn back to greet the person. His eyes stayed fixed on the awe inspiring landscape in front of him. The vision of picture perfection of snow-capped mountains, green forestry and endless streams of water tempted him. The isolated scenery of Sweden that was far from the main city of Stockholm was calling him, begging for his forgiveness. How could he hate the place that brought him life? How could he hate pure perfection?

The solid footsteps came to a halt beside him, as the sound of a large duffle bag slapping against the flooring awoke him from his torment. To the right of him stood a large muscular figure that commanded attention, even if he was wearing casual clothing. Onlookers and passer-byes were drawn to his stature as he stood flexed, ready for whatever he was about encounter. As the two men stood side by side not saying a word, not even exchanging a glance a set of rushed footsteps came gliding up behind them. The sound of designer shoes slipping peacefully on the concrete pierced his ears. He knew exactly who it was, without even having to turn around and see.

His eyes continued to stare down the glorious scenery in front of him, his eyes focusing on the trees in the distance that were swaying side to side from the southerly breeze. He hated that direction of gust, he hated how it always tried to drag him back home, drag him back to his father, his mother but more importantly he hated how it tried to drag him back to her. His body tensed up as his right hand clenched up and made a fist, the thought of her was enough to make his fiery blood snap freeze in his veins crippling his nervous system. His eyes stayed opened almost frozen on the sights in front of him, as his top row of teeth grinded over his bottom row. The very act reminded him that he was more animal that human, he was more of a beast than a man all because of this country all because of his surroundings all because of them, all because of her. I guess he really did owe Sweden a polite thank you.

It didn’t take long until the owner of the confident glides was now standing to his left. He too dropped his bag to the floor with and winded exhale, as if he had been running to catch up with the owner of the first footsteps. As the owner of the swift weightless glide bent down to grab something out of his bag he inadvertently brushed the man in the middle. Dragging him from the depths of his past, causing a large exhale to brew up from the very pit of his belly that he made sure to catch before it flew freely from his lips alerting his company of his discomfort. He wouldn’t and couldn’t let his emotions get the better of him especially while he was standing in between two of the most powerful men in his world. Turning to his right the Swede finally looked directly into his associates’ eyes, the two just exchanged a powerful nod no words at this point. The flexed stature belonged to none other than part owner of Sin City Wrestling Mr Mark Hot Stuff Ward. Before the two could exchange any words their attention was drawn to the man that was standing to their left. Their eyes now fell onto the other owner of Sin City Wrestling Mr Christian Underwood. It was Christian who broke the silence.

Christian: Well doesn’t this look cosy?

Before he could answer he was cut off by the loud booming voice of Mark Ward.

Mark: Derek, care to explain why you made me get on a flight and come all the way out to Sweden? Better yet care to enlighten me why you made me share a flight with him?

Mark pointed his right index finger at Christian who was pouting and acting innocently, pretending that he hadn’t just made Mark Ward’s life hell for the last few hours on the long haul flight from Vegas to Sweden. Derek choose to ignore the glances that Mark and Christian were sharing instead he took a step forward tracking off towards the road.

Derek: You called me…

Mark: That we did, but we didn’t expect to be flown to the other side of the world for a response?

Stuffing his hands deep into his pockets of his black jacket, Derek Thorne pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. Bringing the cigarette to his face he held it there in between closed lips, before lighting it. Flicking the lighter around in his right hand he pushed it back down into his pocket. Taking his time in answering Derek waited until he heard both Mark and Christian pick up their bags to follow him. Exhaling a cloud of smoke from his mouth Derek continued to walk forward.

Derek: You said you wanted me to find you some talent, well sometimes you have to get out of your comfort zone.

Turning back to look at them both over his shoulder the Swede could see the bewilderment dripping from the faces as they followed him.

Derek: I trust that you’re both willing for a great deal of discomfort? True talent doesn’t come painlessly.

Derek turned away from Mark and Christian to look forward at the mountains of Sweden. An anesthetised gaze crawled across his face as he knew he was leading both men into a world not so many were blessed to discover, let alone walk out with their lives.

To be continued...

3
Climax Control Archives / The Cause Of Escalation
« on: March 28, 2013, 02:46:12 AM »
 OOC: Sorry guys will have errors was rushed and I didn’t have time to add in the Swedish translations =(, once again I have been asked to work on my holidays… I have to do a double tonight then handle crisis care on Friday before passing out on Saturday and starting holidays on Sunday… So it’s not as good as I would have liked and Sorry Maggie that it mainly focused on Rage, I started working on that on Tuesday and sorry Brother Grimm, I hope we can all meet again, you're both tough cookies to go up against. Please forgive me

I’ve always been told in my life, never celebrate too early. Never start a party when a party isn’t needed. Last week at Climax Control I did what I wanted to do; I took a giant leap out of my comfort zone, did it pay off? Physically yes, mentally yes but has it all sunk in? A win is just another inch taken from my life, a win is just another step closer to our impending end. Don’t think for one moment that a match is just simply a match. One match no matter how big or small it is takes a toll on your body. Forgive me our bodies. Am I saying that Nick Jones beat me within an inch of my life? Negative. What I’m trying to say is that the more I’m dedicated to give this company my all the more it will reap from my fingertips and contradictory of the rumours, I’m really not a giving person. I would prefer to take, so take the victors and the spoils, I think I will.

Last week was a David and goliath moment for me, well for me in Sin City Wrestling anyways. I needed to beat the “top dog” in order to show a forthcoming change that this company needs. But throughout my life I’ve learnt that with every victory there is a dark shadow that surrounds it, take this for example me the unknown mysterious man from Sweden takes down and defeats the best of the best that Sin City Wrestling has to offer. How long did you think it took before the voices, the chit chat and the arguments between fans and “haters” began? It happened in an instant. I can’t blame them tho it was only just a matter of time before the speculation begun, it was only a matter of time before the SCW fans started to question me. Was this a fluke? It had to be a fluke right? How else would a “mid-carder” beat a main eventer?

The doubt that surrounds my decision to rise above the forest floor has amused me but like I said last week that the results of this match would either be my degradation or my germination. I guess it’s safe to say that the spot light has been good to me so far, it’s been the perfect light in my world consumed and drowned by greed, hate and envy. So now inmates of the Sin City Asylum I welcome you to stand back and watch the evolution of Derek Thorne, I invite you to come witness the guy who once just hid behind the job of protection, now take the reins. Watch me bypass the Understory layer, the Canopy Level and reach for the Emergent layer. If you’re an educated individual you will know what I’m talking about.

Last week was just the beginning because now I have the taste, the bitter taste of victory. What can I do next? What will I do next? Toppling a former Roulette Champion and a two time Heavyweight champion in a short period has opened my eyes I need to beat them all, I will beat them all eventually and then I will go back and revisit the one, the only one that I will allow to get away from me. You call him Mister Self-help, you are evoked and pulled in by his childish ways, I don’t have anything against this man well boy personally, so hold your horses Synn, I’m just stating that his win over me, is unsettling for me.

There are only a select few people in this world that knows what I can do, as for the others? They’re somewhat misguided and driven by the perception of myself I have been willing to show. Never let them see all of your tricks in one sitting, never let the audience know about your life story from day dot, because they will take you in, love you for a period then inhale you, chew you up and spit you out. The audience we work for, the fans we crave for are nothing more than just an added facet that helps speeds up the process of our expiry, the more they want the more we give. The moment they no longer have a desire to see you, is the moment you become irrelevant. Listen to words carefully before you judge them, I am not stating that I hate the fans I’m just giving you the people an insight of what they’re doing to us. Week in and week out we fight and it ultimately doesn’t matter who we are facing in the ring because the real mind fuck? are the fans. You put one hair out of line, you’re finished.

Speaking of mind fucks, this leads me to my competition this week. Not only do I have one man to focus on by I have a living breathing nightmare as well. Rage, well I can find out a whole world full of knowledge about him, without even having to dig but Brother Grimm? What an odd mixture of fairy-tale and horror regardless of the gimmick, or the lifestyle these two have choose to bestow upon their selves it’s all for nothing this week. I do not fear the “loose cannon” known as the trivial Rage. Rage? Ha, there will be a lot more said about that later don’t you worry your bald head over it. As for Brother Grimm, I’ve never been afraid of the dark, never had a fear of the unknown, so let the games begin my dear friend, let’s see what you can do to topple me.

Don’t see my words as cockiness because trust me I still have my own doubts about what I’m doing. I guess the luckiest thing for me is that I’m more of a fight now, think about the repercussions later type of guy. It has never been my intention to come off as one of those others that walk around the place thinking that I own it, because trust me you wouldn’t want me to own Sin City Wrestling, it’s safer for every bodies health that I don’t. I may not be self-obsessed like the others but that doesn’t mean I’m not confident. Come this Sunday, you’ll see that.

+=+

An Aussie, a Swede and two Englishmen walk into a bar…

Opening up in a dark bar in Bogota Colombia, it was just a few small hours after the show. All of the Sin City Wrestling Superstars had poured into the streets of Bogota and a number of them, if not all of them had brought themselves here. Sitting at the counter we find Derek Thorne undisturbed, with only a bottle of beer in his right hand while his left hand was set out on peeling the label from its body. Lifting it to his lips, he was just about to take a swing before a familiar Australian accent tore away his attention.

Odette: Derek!

Dropping the bottle of beer back down to the counter Derek spun just slightly on his chair, not opening up his body language for Odette. You see Derek liked Odette, but if there was one thing he had learnt, was that this bird was off limits and he really didn’t want his face painted. Odette placed her right hand on his shoulder and smiled down towards him.

Odette: See I told you, that you could beat Nick Jones… Congratulations Mate.

Derek snorted back laughter as the word Mate rolled out of his friend’s mouth she was every sense of the word Australian. Nodding his head at her, Derek just smiled before lifting his drink back up to his lips. Taking back the golden brown liquid, dropping the glass bottle from his lips Derek finally turned towards his stable mate.

Derek: You’re faith in me astounds me, let alone you’re want to help me.

Wrapping her arms around her waist Odette, sucked in her bottom lip, Derek on the other hand was watching Gabriel across the room who was keeping a very close on Odette and his interaction.

Odette: What can I say? I might not know you very well Derek, but it wasn’t that long ago when I was in your shoes.

Derek let out another laugh almost mocking in tone.

Odette: You know what I meant you dweeb. You’re still the new kid on the block, the “foreign” new kid to be precise, I’ve been there.

Waving his free left hand towards her, Derek smiled a true smile.

Derek: You don’t have to worry about me, I’ll be fine… but what you do have to worry about is that boyfriend of yours who is walking over here at a rapid fire pace.

Odette: Oh please, I don’t have to worry about Gabriel, nor does he have to worry about me, we’re…

Derek: In love?

His words almost turned to ice, as Gabriel made his ways beside Odette. The Australian turned to her boyfriend wrapping her arms around his midsection, while Gabriel draped his left arm over her shoulders.  

Derek: Gabriel

The Swede nodded towards Gabriel extending his hand for a handshake.

Gabriel: Derek

In reply the Englishman shook his hand and then looked down towards his girlfriend. Who was looking at Gabriel, then at Derek only to look straight back at Gabriel.

Odette: You two amuse me, what did I just step back in time or something? So formal.

Derek: Did you expect us to hug?

Laughing towards Odette in a friendly manner Derek brought the bottle to his lips once more.

Gabriel: It’s a respect thing baby.

Odette playfully rolled her eyes at the two, getting up from his seat the Swede looked around before turning back towards Gabriel and Odette.

Derek: So you two are off to Canada I hear?

Smooth great conversation starter Derek.

Gabriel: Yep, have to defend the tag titles there and thought that Odette would like to join.

Odette: Sorry I won’t be there to see you fight next week Derek, You and Jessie will basically be the faces of NXT on Sunday.

Turning the side of his mouth upwards Derek smirked, placing his now empty beer bottle on the counter he motioned for another one, getting Gabriel one as well.

Derek: Your girl stresses too much.

Watching as Gabriel squeezed Odette in his arms Derek shook his head. Although he wasn’t a relationship type guy anymore, he still couldn’t deny a true love when he spotted it. Derek went to open his mouth to say something but a loud “YEEEEEAAAAAH” could be heard well over the music.

Odette: BRANDI!!!

Without another word Odette left a kiss on Gabriel’s lips and waved at Derek before running off in search of one of her best friends. Taking a seat Gabriel who had his new drink pulled out his phone from his pocket showing it to Derek, looking down at the phone Derek sniggered.

Derek: That’s the one?

Gabriel: Yep, carry it with me at all times.

Turning Derek sat back down and huddled over a bit closer to Gabriel, to shield the phone.

Derek: and you haven’t asked her yet?

Gabriel: about that…

Derek watched as a smiled crossed the Englishman’s face, lowering his eyes he sighed.

Derek: Spit it out.

Gabriel quickly typed away at the keypad on his phone and then held it back up for Derek to read. Scrolling his eyes across the screen Derek almost spat out his beer.

Derek: let me guess you want to know how to say it in Swedish?

Watching as Gabriel nodded, Derek sighed another long winded sigh. Grabbing the phone from Gabriel’s hand the Swede started smashing away at the touch screen. Derek had never been really technology savvy he owns a phone by rarely uses it, he liked to be un-contactable but he still knew how to work them. Sliding the phone across the counter Derek pushed it underneath Gabriel’s nose before lifting his drink to his lips.

Derek: I’m not saying it, those words will never leave my lips, but I know you know some Swedish… so you’ll figure it out.

Gabriel read the words carefully and mouthed them out, Derek helped out with two random sounds before the Sin of Greed got the sentence out in one hit. Patting Gabriel on the shoulder Derek smiled.

Derek: almost just say it one more time.

Gabriel muttered the words so that no one else could hear them, when he finished Derek laughed.

Derek: Look man, I’m flattered and all but I’m going to have to decline.

Patting Gabriel’s right shoulder three more times, Gabriel shrugged his hand off of him.  

Gabriel: Real funny.

As the two sat and talked for a bit they turned around and looked out into the sea of wrestling fans, wrestlers, bombshells and just party goers. The pair of them watched on sickened by the display of the circus that was in front of them. Derek turned to Gabriel and with a brazen look on his face the Swede nudged him.

Derek: So what’s the deal with Odette, does she always help out strangers?

Derek could tell that Gabriel’s eyes were scanning the room for his girlfriend worried that Derek was referring to something that he had just witnessed. Watching a relieved smile crossed Gabriel’s face as he found his girlfriend and Brandi in the middle of a sea of wrestling fans taking happy snaps the magician lifted his elbows and rested them on the counter behind him. While Derek sucked back some more beer.

Gabriel: What can I say; I got the last decent girl out there.

Smiling away towards Odette Gabriel was watching as the girls had now started to take selfies. Derek dropped the empty bottle to his side and smirked.

Derek: You know I do think you’re an idiot tho right? Love is a temporary thing… pain, now that son of a bitch lasts forever.  

Gabriel: That’s your opinion; Odette’s a good girl I don’t think I’ll have to worry about her breaking my heart or anything.

Derek: I wasn’t talking about Odette hurting you.

Looking down at the shorter Gabriel, Derek stood up straightening his spine with a quick stretch, while Gabriel looked at Derek annoyed.

Gabriel: If you implying that I would ever hurt her you’re mistaken.

Turning to look Gabriel directly in his eyes Derek’s smile had shifted to nothing, just a blank serious look was on his face now.

Derek: It’s easy to say, Gabriel harder to do… trust me you’re a lad who has money, fame and girls chasing you all the time, you’re honestly telling me you’ll never be tempted by the lifestyle you used to live?

Gabriel: I guarantee it.

The sin of greed Gabriel stood up tall and placed his empty glass on the bench.

Gabriel: Well I would like to say that this has been fun, but…

Derek’s thick Swedish accent cut him off.

Derek: I’m not trying to step on your toes, Gabriel… I’m just concerned for a friend, you see while you two were playing soap operas, a-lot of people were willing to dump her, discard her and were willing to trash her. Even tho you and her were sneaking around, you didn’t have to witness the truthfulness behind her tears.

Gabriel: Do you honestly think I don’t know what she went through? Why do you even care about any of this, I didn’t exactly see you coming to her defences…

Shaking his head towards Gabriel Derek clicked his tongue off his white teeth sighing.

Derek: Because Odette told me not too, she told us all to stay out of it… do you know how hard it was for Spike to stand back and only take selected jabs at you, when he knew she wasn’t watching? Do you know how hard it was for all of us to stand back and watch your best buddy rip her to shreds? You’re right I shouldn’t care and you’re right this is none of my business but Gabriel your life partner over there.

The Swede waved his hand flicking his index finger up across the dance floor to briefly point at Odette before dropping his hand back to his side.

Derek: Has been willing to stick by me and help me out during my time in Sin City Wrestling, while everyone was calling me the ring in, the leech of my Brother Spike, Odette was always there to try and give me encouraging words that I didn’t really need or deserve, so from her actions I call her a friend.

Gabriel: Like I said Odette always seems to help the strays.

Derek laughed loudly and shook his head, before nudging Gabriel in a friendly matter.

Derek: I like you, for some reason... God knows why, I don’t really seem to tolerate many people.

Gabriel: Lucky me.

Gabriel’s tone seemed friendly but he was of course weary of Derek, after all he had just spent a few good minutes “schooling” him about this girlfriend. Extending his hand out Derek offered Gabriel another hand shake.

Derek: Well, I better let you get back to it.

Tilting his head in the direction of the dance floor Gabriel’s followed Derek’s head and looked over to see Odette calling him over. Gabriel let out a slight sigh before taking Derek up on the handshake.

Derek: What you don’t like dancing?

As the two pulled away Gabriel chuffed back a laugh, as Derek was almost taunting him with his tone.

Gabriel: I’ve got two left feet and one of those doesn’t work too well.

Derek: The joys of being a boyfriend I assume.

Raising an eyebrow the Swede couldn’t help but noticed Gabriel was stalling from joining Odette on the dance floor.

Gabriel: it would be the only downfall.

Another laugh escaped Derek’s lips as he mocked Gabriel.

Derek: the only one? So you love finding strands of Odette’s hair all over the house? Hair clips everywhere? Sixteen million tons of beauty crap, when she only uses seven of them? You’re a stronger man then I am Gabriel… to put up with that girlfriend shit.
   
Almost shuddering at the thought of it Gabriel just shrugged, he obviously didn’t mind or just didn’t want to say anything. Gabriel pushed himself off and was about to walk away but Derek’s see saw like tone stopped him.

Derek: Oh and before I forget Gabriel, you and I should meet in the ring one day? When you get your schedule figured out, you know where to find me.

Gabriel just nodded his head before disappearing onto the dance floor. As Derek was about to turn around and head back to the bar and order another drink a loud booming voice caught his attention. The accent was thick English accent, similar to Gabriel’s accent but it was a lot laid back. Turning to face the direction the voice was coming from Derek perched himself back up on his stool.

HS Mark Ward: Two drinks please, of whatever this guy is drinking.

The barmaid turned around and collected two drinks before placing them onto the bar top. Derek looked up and winked at her causing the young lady to blush. Mark was just about to hand over a hand full of change before the barmaid spoke.

Barmaid: There on the house.

Turning on her heels she walked three steps away before skipping off squealing to her co-worker. Jumping up and down the spot the female turned back around and waved to Derek who just half heartily waved back, before turning to look at Mark.

HS Mark Ward: You’re kidding me right?

Derek: Shush, I’m working here.

They both let out a chuckle before taking a drink of their beers. Derek brought his bottle down first and started to peel the label from the bottle.

HS Mark Ward: What’s this I’m hearing about you telling Gabriel you would like to face him? Since when did you call the shots and make the matches?

Mark took a seat beside Derek, scooting into rest his elbows on the hard wood bench top.

Derek: News travels fast, I see.

HS Mark Ward: Actually I just over heard it, got a lot of guts to challenge that man.

Sighing Derek raised his right eyebrow at Mark before lowering his head to look at the bench top.

HS Mark Ward: I thought you would be celebrating by now? You know with a bird under ya arm. You did the near impossible tonight, beating Nick Jones isn’t an easy achievement let alone making him tap out.

A small smirk crossed his face as he continued to peel the label from the glass.

Derek: You under estimate me Mark, the night is only young… the girls that are here are the weaker pickings… you need to sort out the duchesses to the empresses.

HS Mark Ward: Are you talking star wars rubbish?

Derek: Negative.

Peeling the sticker from the bottle Derek rolled it up into a little ball between his fingers before flicking it across the bar, letting it fall to the floor behind the counter. He could sense that Mark was watching him, analysing him for someone so silently confident, for notorious for sleeping around he acted in a calm almost no existent level. Looking up at Mark, Derek could tell that he wanted to say something, but was trying to figure it out in his mind.

Derek: Spit it out Mark, I don’t got all night.

HS Mark Ward: You made the right choice tonight.

Derek: Did I?

Giving off an edge of sarcastic amusement Derek sucked in his bottom lip.

HS Mark Ward: You did, I guarantee that Team SCW won’t let you down.

Derek: I’m sure it won’t.

HS Mark Ward: Seriously Christian and I will look after our members and will give credit when credit is due. I will admit I was a little bit worried there when I heard you were talking to Erik.

That was the wrong time to take a drink as Derek almost drowned in his beer, turning to look sharply at Mark his words bite into the conversation like teeth into an apple.

Derek: That mother fucker will never have my support.

Mark could see that there was a history there, one that was dying to be told but would live freely locked up.

HS Mark Ward: Well I’m glad, because we need your support and I know for a fact you will stop at nothing once you have set a target, or a goal.

Derek: Been digging into my past have we Mr Ward?

Mark didn’t say anything at first he just knocked back another mouthful of his drink before looking across at Derek.

HS Mark Ward: Well to be honest, Christian and I have tried, but we are coming up with empty graves.

Derek: and empty they will remain

HS Mark Ward: So you’re telling me that there is nothing we will find out about you?

Amused by Mark’s question Derek just smiled with his lip curled to the side.

Derek: When a man walks the earth and leaves no foot prints only then is he free.

HS Mark Ward: Or dead…

Derek: Do I look dead to you?

HS Mark Ward: Well you do look a bit pasty…

Smirking the Swede just shrugged his shoulders soaking in the ambience of the night he was having.

Derek: I believe that question was rhetorical.

HS Mark Ward: My bad.

Laughing Mark and Derek sat in silence for a bit before Derek finally broke it.

Derek: Shouldn’t you be gathering a force? I see the enemy is drawing more and more numbers, while we’re standing still.

HS Mark Ward: Let Erik think that he is growing more and more each day with power, Christian and I have a few aces up our sleeves.

Derek: Not that the numbers matter, Spike and I have defended off more.

HS Mark Ward: What’s the deal with you and Spike anyways?

Derek: He is my Brother

HS Mark Ward: Trust me I know Spikes Brothers and you do not fit the bill.

Running his left hand through his hair Derek smirked, it was true he was nothing like the Staggs brothers but that’s because he was a different type of brother one that is built from a history of memories.

Derek: How is this interrogation going for you?

HS Mark Ward: No as well as I had hoped.  

Derek: Then stop asking questions and just drink…

Mark nodded as if to say “you don’t have to tell me twice” and he caught the attention of the barmaid once more holding up four finger this time, ordering a double for both himself and Derek. As the drinks were collected the young girl from behind did the same routine as before letting the guys have them for free before running off. Turning to Mark once again Derek lowered his eyes his cool yet confident smile on his face.

Derek: I will admit Mark you have a strange way of saying thank you.

HS Mark Ward: I don’t believe I have said it?

Derek: My point exactly… yet you have tipped toed around it since you sat down, mind boggling.

Mark cracked up laughing at hearing Derek’s thick accent say “Mind Boggling.”

HS Mark Ward: What the hell did you just say?

Mark’s laughter faded away as Derek wasn’t laughing in fact he was sitting there peacefully, but staring a whole through his bosses’ chest. Lifting the glass to his lips once more Mark took a decent swig before clunking it against the bench top in front of him. looking back over towards Derek he just shrugged.

HS Mark Ward: Well if I have learnt one thing tonight, you don’t like having you accent mocked.

Derek: Mock me all you like about my tone Mark, it will take a lot more than a joke about my accent to offend me.

Looking down at his watch Derek spun around on the stool and looked out into the sea of people, it had slowly died down a little with only a few bunches of people scattered around here and there. The music was still thumping, pumping out the latest pop and RNB tunes. Turning back towards Mark with a confident smirk on his face he tapped his bosses’ shoulder.

Derek: See what I mean? Only the true party girls stay behind.

HS Mark Ward: You mean the drunkest?

Snorting Derek looked back out into the crowd.

Derek: I don’t see a drunk bird in this place.

Turning on his own chair Mark looked into the dance floor, finding that what Derek has just said was pretty much bang on the truth.

HS Mark Ward: This place is weird.

Derek: These Colombian’s know how to hold their liquor.

Scanning the floor with his eyes Derek was looking out for women, pointing out a good looking one to Mark.

Derek: Her.

Mark looked over towards the girl, who looked as if she was in her early twenties. She had mid-length brown almost black hair that sat perfectly on her shoulders. Her body was covered, or should we say barely covered by a tight mid length halter-neck dress. Her body was swaying to the musical while her friends were huddled around her, screaming to each other trying to be heard over the music. While Mark was looking at her, Derek was scouting for another potential night wife, you know in case that one that went south. Tapping Mark on the shoulder once more Derek smirked, pointing to the other side of the dance floor at a blonde.

Derek: Or her…

Picking them out like it was game Derek rested his elbows back onto the bar as Mark and himself studied the latest pick of the bunch. The blonde’s hair was out and curled up the max, she was wearing a tight pair of apple bottom jeans with a mid-drift exposing yellow shirt. Sweat glistered from her body from the way she was working the dance floor. Mark turned to Derek and laughed.

HS Mark Ward: I bet you $500 that you can’t get them both.

Derek: Make it a grand… double or nothing.

HS Mark Ward: Double or nothing rules are played for twins only, I know this game very well Derek.

Turning with a stupid smile on his face, Derek looked Mark up and down in disgust before extending his right hand.

Derek: You’re on.

HS Mark Ward: You know it’s going to take a miracle to pull them both right?

Derek: Hey, like you said before… I beat the impossible at Climax Control, so this should be a walk in the park right Mark?

HS Mark Ward: Don’t even bother I know for a fact I’m keeping my money

Derek: Well this has been fun Mark, but I have two girls that are in desperate need of some attention.

Mark just shook his head from side to side as Derek took off with his untouched drink in his hand. Darting off across the dance floor he headed towards his first marker, the brunette. As he approached her Derek looked back over his shoulder towards Mark with a smirk on his face. Rubbing his index finger and thumb together Derek motioned that Mark better get ready to pay up. Rolling his eyes the Englishman was joined by Thatcher and Trevor Irons, who Mark was quick to fill in on the bet so all three of them sat there watching on. I guess this leaves you wondering did the Swede live up to his reputation or did he have to pay Mark Ward $500? Tune in next time on… wait… sorry just keep reading.

+=+

The brunette…

Approaching the Brunette Derek didn’t waste any time standing back, he just slide right into her friends dance circle. Standing beside her, he looked down at her figure eyeing her up and down as slowly as he could but without being court. Looking back up to her face he noticed that she was blushing, tucking a piece of her short hair behind her right ear she sucked in her bottom lip. Her friends had noticed that she had company and some had naturally taken interest, for protection sake while the others had moved over a touch to let her speak with him in private. Not saying a word at first Derek just flashed her a approving smile, licking her lips she parted them letting her thick Colombian accent be heard.

Girl One: Can I help you?

Derek didn’t say a word just yet he was scouting her still, working out his method to this madness.

Girl One: You’re not from around here are you?

Bingo! Game Set Match.

Derek: What ever gave you that idea?

Girl One: For starters, if you were a local I’d remember your face and secondly that accent, where is it from?

Rolling his tongue over his bottom teeth Derek smiled.

Derek: Sweden.

Girl One: OH MY GOD, Sweden, I would love to go to Sweden.

Oh you’ll be going to Sweden soon enough. Derek just flashed her, his confident smile before lowering his head down to her ear level, whispering sweet nothings into it. As Derek revealed his plan to her, her eyes grew wide. Pressing his hand gently on her shoulder blade Derek hugged her in tighter so she could hear. Mark, Thatcher and Trevor could just see her face over Derek’s shoulder and were watching intently as the brunette pushed Derek away appalled.

Girl One: No way, I’m not one of those girls.

Ducking back into her ear Derek continued to whisper into her ear, convincing her to change her mind. Pulling back away from her slowly, Derek gave her a little wink.

Derek: Come on, it will be fun…

Girl One: Well I guess I’ve never done anything like this before…

Derek: Me either…

Ummm did Derek just lie? Well I guess he didn’t really I mean he has never made a bet to find two women to sleep with, so I guess that’s the lie uncovered then.

Girl One: You know what, sure… if you can find someone in here that I don’t know… it’s a deal.

Derek: That’s the catch?

Girl One:  It’s going to be a tall ask, I know basically everyone in town.

Looking over to the other side of the room Derek pointed out the blonde, tucking down he spoke to the brunette once more.

Derek: What about her?

Standing up on her tippy toes the Brunette’s smile grew wider before shaking her head no.

Girl One: I think you’ve got me… Okay I’ll be waiting by the door in 15 minutes is you’re there with her this is on, if you’re not… you’re leaving without me… Wait what’s your name?

Derek: I think it’s best we keep names out of this.

Girl One: I suppose.

Shrugging her shoulders she sighed and shooed Derek away in the direction of the blonde, reminding him once again that he had 15 minutes. As Derek walked past Mark, Thatcher and Trevor he mouthed.

Derek: $250 coming my way…

Mark quickly replied with a sarcastic response.

HS: Mark Ward: NO SPILT BILLS DEREK!!

Waving him off Derek was on a mission to find and court the blonde in 15 minutes or under.

+=+

The Blonde…

Walking up to the blonde Derek had the same approach, he liked what he saw. The blonde however was a little bit more fiery then the brunette. As Derek stood beside her she looked up towards him glaring at him.

Girl Two: Can I help you?

Bowing his head down towards her, he went to talk into her ear.

Girl Two: What do you think you’re doing?

Smirking Derek took a step back and extended his hand.

Derek: I just wanted to come over her and compliment your moves, you and your friends have been nonstop all night.

Girl Two: So you have been watching us all night?

Well that didn’t go to plan Derek, retracting his hand he brought his bottle up to his lips drowning down the first mouthful like he had been stranded in the desert for 40 days and 40 nights.

Derek: Let’s not get a head of ourselves, alright?

Girl Two: So what are you expecting?

Derek: May I please?

Ducking down to get closer to ear shot Derek started to talk into her ear, instantly repulsed she brought her hand up to slap him across the face, but Derek caught it.

Derek: Now, now save it for the bedroom.

Girl Two: I would never.

Just when everything looked like it was about to turn pear shaped another females’ voice could be heard coming from behind Derek.

Girl Three: OH MY GOD!! IT’S DEREK THORNE!!!

Cringing at the tone of the fan girl Derek turned to look at her flashing her an forced smile. The voice of girl number two quickly cut through the air and within an instant her reaction changing.

Girl Two: Why didn’t you tell me you were famous?

Derek: I would hardly call myself famous…

Girl Two: close enough for me, does that offer still stand.

Derek: Depends are you going to freak the hell out and try and slap me again.

Frowning the girl looked embarrassed.

Girl Two: Ummm no…

Derek: Then you’re on, but we gotta get moving.

As Derek and the blonde were about to take off Girl number three called out.

Girl Three: HEY WAIT FOR ME!!

Running up and linking her arms with Derek’s she smiled up at him like a little school girl. The Blonde linked underneath Derek’s other arm as they headed towards the door. Turning back to look over his shoulder Derek smirked at Mark Ward mouthing “$750?” Mark just shook his head in disbelief as the four bodies just left the night club, heading into the wee hours of the morning. Not only had Derek gotten the brunette, he had scooped up the blonde and oh well would you look here he had snagged a red head as well, tonight was going to be a long, long, long night for Derek.

+=+

Sweet memories are built to last.

I was at it again, always finding a release to get these memories back of her. Some would say I’m obsessed and at this present point in time I wouldn’t disagree. For years I have been able to shut her off, block her out and when I did this type of stuff, when I was with another woman, I could give myself to her 100 per cent. Now all they get is my stamina and my Johnson, there is no love behind it, there is no passion behind it anymore, how could there be? When regardless of who I’m doing, brunette, redhead, or even another blonde the image of you is always in the back of my mind. It’s like you have stung me with a poisonousness arrow the last time we spoke and only just now the venom has started to sink in.

Opening up his eyes Derek can barely move, underneath his right arm lies a blonde, his left the brunette and on top of him is the redhead. If he had a caring mother, she would be disgusted with the way her son was behaving.

The more I try and keep these feelings at bay, the more and more I’m driven to go out and find another tail to chase, the saddest part of all is that the women don’t even seem to fight it off anymore. No I’m not talking about attacking a woman, I’m talking about approaching a woman for casual sex, it used to be a tough sport, where your hit tally would be lower than you’re actually mood. But now? Because of how well sex has been sold, every second girl is willing, keen and ready for it. Lovisa was different you see, she was bedroom freak don’t get me wrong but firstly she was a lady, who took me by surprise. It took me seventeen bunches of flowers, six dates and three almost there attempts to get my precious girl to even think about letting me near her goodies. Now all it takes is some smooth words and maybe buying them a drink or two but there is no challenge. Maybe that’s why my mind always floods back to her, she was the first and only girl to challenge me, in a way that I needed. I needed to have my head pulled in, because if she didn’t come along at the very moment in my life, I’m fairly sure I wouldn’t be around today.  

The sound of three groaning women pricked at his ears as Derek tried to move himself free of this mess.

Girl One: Where are you going?

Derek: Just trying to get comfortable, it’s hot in here.

His words almost sounded convincing as the Swede continued to move over.

If you’re asking if I regret this? At the time no, I somewhat enjoy this, it’s the aftermath that I hate, when they want to talk or cuddle. Even with Lovisa I was never a big talker, I preferred to listen the only difference is her words weren’t lined with “likes” “oh my gods” and “tots.” My little Lovisa was primp and proper, coming from a very wealthy family, you could say that I upgraded. Imagine that me a homeless Swede boy who would live in “naughty” boy shelters or drop in houses, lands one of Sweden’s richest heiress’. On the fighting scene it was always joked about that, I was only with her money… but in reality, she could have been the daughter of a fisherman and I still would have chased her til the end of the earth.

Finally wiggling free Derek was able to get up out of the overly crowded Queen sized bed walking off towards the bathroom he pulled a pair of track suit pants from the floor up his white legs.  

Ah yes the fighting scene, the den we used to call it, or the playground. It was a select few gentlemen that knew about this club from the beginning myself being one of them. The secrecy about this club was the most important thing at all. The leader would set up fights, having his regular boys savage the drifters that dared to challenge us. We would break into schools, into shopping malls, into basements to hold these events that was only decided an hour before the actual fight. All the warning I would get would be the certain buzz on my mobile phone. How could I afford a mobile phone you ask? I didn’t Johnny boy hooked me up, being undefeated had its perks but with any rise it had its fall and my fall was having to choose between her and the fighting or just the fighting. Who knew that that day would bring me years of resentment towards myself?

Walking over towards the sink Derek looked up at the mirror, looking at his body covered in smeared lip gloss and lip stick, scratch marks down his neck and chest that had dry blood stuck to openings. A small smirk crossed his face and he turned on the tap and started to wash his hands.

Well what can I say? The blonde had a temper, dominance issues if you will.

The sound of the water running through the pipes had a woken, his friends who were now looking over towards the bathroom, watching him.

The redhead, she was needy, always wanting attention.

Running the water through his hands he cupped a handful of it splashing it up on his face. Trying to wake himself up.

The brunette, I called her bull shit “I’ve never done anything like this before” my pale ass.

After turning the water off Derek turned back around to witness the girls all giggling and talking to each other, while getting dressed Derek sighed. Walking across the room he scooped up his packet of cigarettes and a lighter off the night stand making a beeline for the balcony. Lighting up on his way Derek paid no attention to three ladies staring at him.

What the fuck am I doing?

As he smoked his cigarette he waved off the girls as the left the room disappointed in his coldness towards them. After the door clicked shut Derek took a seat on the balcony soaking in the morning sun.

Keep building that anger, we need this, this Sunday isn’t going to be easy… although it’s not too far from being a walk in the park.

+=+

This is Rage?

Opening up in a small park in Peru, Derek was seen in his normal casual street attire, walking up towards the camera the Swede had a cigarette in hand, almost like his charm when he was about to shoot a promotional. Making it up to the full view of the camera, The Swedish native stopped and looked directly towards it. His eyes were cold, but were splashed with a little bit of blood. His neck was still covered in healing scratch marks while his knuckles had been busted. It was a few days after his encounter with the three women one could only assume that guilt had taken over and his release on a punching bag was needed. Keeping his eyes lowered but still looking towards the camera he rolled his tongue around his mouth before clicking it off the roof of his mouth. Bringing up the cigarette once more he took a long drag on it before blowing out the grey smoke.

Derek: What a wild few days am I right huh? If you’re watching this Mark you owe me my money.

A laugh escaped his lips as he was quick to bring the cancer stick back up to his lips once more. Blowing the smoke up into the air, he turned back to the lens.

Derek: Enough of the banter, let’s do this.

Nodding Derek yawned a little before cracking his neck from side to side.

Derek: Last week at Climax Control you witnessed the beginning, the beginning of my path to the top. They said that Nick Jones was unbeatable, well I guess every dog has his day, this dog just needed a reality check that just because you say you’re the best doesn’t mean you are. Let’s let the past be the past and let’s move on to this Sunday, Climax Control live from Peru… not only do I have a match, oh no I have a three way dance. My first adversary goes by the name of Rage… Rage… interesting concept, let’s start with him shall we?

Taking another quick puff on his cigarette the Swede blew the smoke away from the camera. Stuffing his free hand into the back pocket on his jeans, Derek slowly spoke in his native language. Remember the subtitles are down the bottom for your convenience.

Derek: A definition of Rage would be the feeling or expression of uncontrollable violent anger.

Letting out a slight laugh Derek finished his cigarette, crushing it between his fingers he placed the butt of it in his pocket.

Derek: I know what Rage is but the lad that Christian and Mark have put before me at Climax, is nothing short of a liar. Rage? That’s a pretty stage name for a boy who is constantly the ass of each and every single joke the Sins are deliberating. Rage, that’s a pretty little name for a supposed monster whom is kept back on a chain. Rage? You expect me to believe that this man can even fathom the emotion of Rage? This man doesn’t stand a chance against anger, in fact if this lad ever experienced it, the nature the force of a real Rage running through his system, he would collapse. I have witnessed men like Rage before, you know the ones that are all talk… talking up on twitter that he is getting “pissed off” over what? words written on the screen, Rage that is not anger? That is idiocy… getting angry because week in and week out you are shown up by a stuffed teddy bear? That’s a joke upon itself. Nothing against Angel from what Odette tells me he is a rad dude, but really Rage you allow yourself to be outsmarted by a toy? You allow yourself to be “blinded” by such anger you can’t see when you’re being made out to be a fool?

Shaking his head Derek continued.

Derek: When I first saw your name against mine on the card, I thought great, another great match is coming my way, but then it was when I saw who you were, that’s when hilarity took over. Rage you’re meant to be this caged beast and yet even in instances when the cast irons bars have been removed you still stalk the fence line. So much promise and hype for not a lot of a result. You’re meant to be that ticking time bomb that the rest of Sin City Wrestling tip toes around, but you allow people to freely walk over you. Is it that you have just simply given up, or is it that you simply know that there is nothing you can do anymore to change your past you have created for yourself? Rage is an internal storm that builds violently on the inside, tearing your insides apart begging like the bitch it is to escape, yet you repress it so much, that what can the pressure do? It can either grow more or be released. You sir, know nothing about true Rage, you just took the fancy name when you signed the dotted line to enter this world.

Running his right hand through his hair the Swede looked disappointed.

Derek: the truest form of Rage is not wasted on little twitter jabs, the truest form of rage doesn’t implode with a warning beforehand. Rage is a silent trigger that waits, that holds onto your emotions, your physical movements and when you least expect it the blood starts to boil under your skin, that is baby steps of Rage, that is the step where you are at. When you prematurely warn everyone that you’re about the have an episode, you know it’s just a false sense of hype. Rage I know for a fact that you don’t let it internally rip you to shreds, you don’t let it tear away at your organs, you don’t let it eat away at your flesh… you release it before it even can build into something worthy of calling a “Rage blackout.” What you are to me Rage is just a boy, who has issues controlling an emotion he confuses for Anger… the emotion your hiding from is easy to describe, easy to see and is taking over you more and more each day, disappointment.

Licking his dry lips Derek looked around before continuing.

Derek: You have no faith in yourself anymore Rage, week in and week you’re unhappy with the result, you are unhappy with what you’re doing… so you shield yourself blaming a force that not even you could dance with, Rage. I get it big man, I have seen bigger warriors then you claim to be spiteful bottomless pits of Rage but when the time for getting angry appears, disappointment takes over. It wraps it hand around your beating heart and squeezes, choking the life right out from you. There is an old saying that goes a little something like this, when you’re angry it’s like drinking poison but you are expecting the other person who had caused you such emotional harm to die… when in reality Rage, you know that it just takes you down, you’re the one being damaged by your own tow hands. You know that anger just over comes you. You just don’t have the follow through to let it build into something greater, hence your constant disappointment in yourself.

Bringing his sunglasses up off his face he rested them on top of his head, taking a moment to settle the sea of words flooding his mind waiting to be released.

Derek: Come this Sunday you will leave disappointed once again, Rage a victory is not in your sights this weekend Bud. I will continue along my journey of toppling the “greater” giants that Sin City Wrestling has to offer. Why? Because I need this… like the wasteland needs the rain. My mission is simple, go after the former world champions and defeat them and for some reason, that had landed you on my radar… let’s hope you can bring some of that violence you speak off to the ring, let’s hope I’m not disappointed with the appearance of a man who is just internally having arguments with himself. It’s time to stop talking about this Rage you possess Rage, it’s time to harvest it… it’s time to let it germinate... but I fear that this Sunday we will see you blow your fuse with not much impact made at all. If I have anything to do with it, you won’t even have time to light your short fuse… because I want to save you from the embarrassment you bring to the world of true anger.

Looking down at the ground Derek smirked, before turning back to face the camera.

Derek: I guess it is time to address my nightmare, the modern day Boogeymen who feasts off the fear of women, children and men alike. Trying to find out information on Brother Grimm has been a bit of difficultly, but lucky for me I do not need to acquire his ring sense to know what this man is all about. No doubt he will want to instil fear in Rage and myself, in effect weakening us but dearest brother Grimm, you have just walked into a dead end. You see while you live to excite fear, I will let you in on a little bit of a secret, I have lied in fear once but I have overcome it, now fear nothing… once you have been at the very bottom, seen the living depts. Of hell you can truly call yourself a warrior and believe me when I say, that I am. I’m not taking you lightly dear Grimm, I am just forewarning you that your presence will fall onto deaf ears, when it comes to me.

Taking a small break the Swede looked over to his right looking at a group of small children playing on a swing set, smirking he continued.

Derek: You may find it interesting to know that unlike the immature minds that believe in fables and fairy tales, I do not, so coming at me claiming to be the “boogeyman” the very beast that goes “bump in the night” will be pointless, although you seem like a creature from another world, another time, another dimension you are just like the rest of us… human… and when your human you are disposable. I will have no issue in showing you Grimm what I do to people who try to make me fear them and for you it will not be pretty. Tell your myths about how you are the creature that lurks underneath our beds and that breathes fear into our lungs, preach your lies about how you are torment and that only you alone know how to control yourself and fear. Fear Mr Grimm is just a four letter word that has absolutely no meaning to me. Maybe when I was a child the likes of you would have sent chills down my spine, but in reality you’re a poorly cut horror film. A film that needs to be cut and finished

Taking another quick break Derek returned his sight back to the cameraman licking his lips.

Derek: Brother Grimm, I don’t care for your imaginary dream world you have conducted in your mind. I do not care that you speak as if you are pure evil, because let’s face it not even pure evil can penetrate the armour of a man who lives without fear of sinning. You might look the part Brother Grim, but are you really to back it up with your persona. To me your evilness you speak of is similar to an injury, the more evil you become the worst your wound becomes and at Climax Control this week I plan on ripping out the stitches… I will hang you out to dry and expose you for the moth man you are… a myth, a fable and a lie….

Folding his hands across his chest Derek laughed before finishing up his promotional

Derek: This week gentlemen you step into the ring with me when I’m most focused… this week you both become my Cause of Escalation

With that said and done Derek walked off leaving the scene as the camera faded away to nothing.

4
Climax Control Archives / Picking a side
« on: March 23, 2013, 12:40:19 AM »
 <FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> They say life only truly begins when you’re out of your comfort zone, and if I can be honest this weekend coming I think it’s fair enough to say I’ll be out of mine. For starters I’m stuck here in Colombia in the fucking dry heat. Now I’m not the one to complain about it being hot but trust me; it’s hard to adjust to such an extreme temperature. After years of ragging on about the snow, I’d trade in this hot country for a night back in Sweden for a Franc any day. The guts of my issues this week, would be facing Nick Jones. Now let’s get one thing clear of all whispers and secrets, I do not fear the weed that is the “best ever”. The is a reason I see this match as one to push me out of my comfort zone and that is for one reason and one reason only, I’m forced to make an important decision. Do I go against the main reason why I joined Sin City Wrestling? Do I step up the plate to take a big swing at the ball game that is happening before me, or do I continue to plot along in my career helping out Spike, when help is needed? I have always said the main reason why I joined SCW was to ensure someone reliable had my brother’s back, I never for one reason thought that it would launch me into the spotlight. I don’t fear the spotlight, it’s just I prefer the darkness. I prefer to be that unknown that lurches in the background. Since joining Sin City Wrestling, I think I’ve done that adeptly.

A win over Nick Jones would give my career the boost that so many desperately want to see, I guess the main question is how badly do I want it? I’ve never been the one for wanting to become the main attraction. I’ve never been the one who wanted all the bells and whistles of this career path I have chosen. Let’s be honest here, I’m flat out remembering the names of night wives, let alone trying to remember to carry around a belt. Just ask Spike, he will tell it to you straight, I’ve always been more animalistic about this sport, I’ve always been attracted to the pleasure of the heart ache and pain this business can cause and I’ve always been happy to stand back and watch the weak grow weaker and the strong eventually run out of herbs, then crash and burn. I prefer the consistency of my approach, in my time of being a fighter, either on the streets or in the ring I have seen the rise and fall of many who have labeled themselves the best, I have seen the demise of many who have claimed to be the almighty conqueror. I’m a firm believer in that once you think you own something, it becomes expiable, trust me everything has an end date it’s just a matter of how fast the clock ticks.

I think this is the clouded misjudgement that Nick Jones is currently feeling, on the inside he can hear the tick, he can feel that time is escaping him but on the outside he is still bragging, he is still talking the talk. Don’t take those words as a shot Jones, just a general observation. I may not believe you’re the best but I know who you are and what you’re capable of, under estimating you will not be a problem. Come this Sunday regardless of the outcome, regardless of my internal decision you have my oath that I will bring you a new light of competition that you are so desperately gasping for. Like the off shore Swedish winds, I’ll be the breath of fresh air you’re looking for. You want a battle? You want a fight? Well prepare to glove up. Maybe it is my time to step up to the plate, maybe it is my time to step into the limelight, one toe at a time? My whole life I’ve been told that I could become something big, something unstoppable, people have always relayed to me that they knew I had a purpose other than drinking, fighting, smoking and fucking in my life. God forbid maybe I’m starting to believe this filth.

The seed has been planted, the spotlight will either become my photosynthesis that will lead to my germination or the chance at my spotlight could become the ultraviolet light that could construct my degradation that would start a chain reaction of weakness and failure. I detest the thought of failure but I do not fear the thought of falling, because even in my lowest point of my life, I’ve still managed to survive. You see facing Nick Jones this weekend can either make me or break me, only the nauseating period of time stands between the biggest reveal in my career. The barriers of my “comfort zone” have been dented, the walls are slowly tumbling and now the drive the power and the gratification I have for this sport is starting to become a lot more apparent. I just know that no matter what happens in your life if it doesn’t challenge you, it doesn’t change you and this Sunday at Climax Control I’m faced with my biggest challenge yet and I think it’s about time for a change. I think it’s about time I give this spotlight fuss a spin, so why not go after the one guy who claims to the best Sin City Wrestling has to offer? I know that Nick Jones will see the name Derek Thorne and cackle but I will not let him see me as dimness in his pathway of success. For when you cannot run from weakness, you must fight it out or perish and when perishing isn’t an option all you have left is the determination the greed to dig deep to survive and I’m a survivor.

+++ Tuesday

Opening up by the pool at the Dann Carlton Hotel that is located in Bogota, Colombia the second stop for the Sin City Wrestling tour, Derek Thorne is found lounging by the pool. Wearing just a simple shirt, v neck t<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>shirt and a pair of quick dry billabong surf shorts. The Swedish local’s eyes are covered by a dark pair of Calvin Klein glasses and his short mousy brown hair that’s almost blonde is messed up and swept across his forehead as his body is laced with droplets of sweat. To the left of his chair is a table that is holding his phone, Ipad and his beverage, while on his lap lays a very toned and tanned Colombian woman. Derek has his left hand up rested behind his head while his right hand is cupping the side of the females face, stroking her hair out of her face. Snuggling into his body the dark haired, dark eyed woman looked up intently at the Swede before shaking her head in a playfully shy matter before tucking herself back in underneath his arm. Although the woman was toned, she was the prime definition of a Columbian with curves in all the right places, her tiny bright yellow bikini leaving very little to the imagination.

<FONT COLOR= #9E7BFF>Woman: “You know we could go inside to cool you down?”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> A wicked smirk crosses Derek’s face as the very thick accent from his lady friend pricks his ears, sending a jolt of excitement down his spine. Letting out a slight chuckle he swept a curled lock of her hair from her face, he was looking down directly into her coffee eyes, but he was starring directly through them.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “Tempting offer”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Derek could speak English, in fact he could speak it well his tone was soft with some gruff undertones. The woman rolled over, flicking her leg up and over Derek’s body gripping on to him for almost grim death. Moving his hand away from her face, Derek rested his hand behind his head as the lady popped her head up, obviously now interested in a conversation.

<FONT COLOR= #9E7BFF>Woman: “We could repeat last night?”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Winking up at the Swede she blew him a kiss, Derek couldn’t help but smile she was playing the same cards they all did.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “We could”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> His tone seem less than amused, he had the attention span for women like a goldfish, once he knew what they could do they were rendered useless but being the true gentleman that he was, he would allow a certain few to stick around. Biting down on her juicy bottom lip she tucked it into her mouth sucking on it.

<FONT COLOR= #9E7BFF>Woman: “So tell me, what is it that you do again?”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Curling her finger around her hair for a few seconds she waited for a response. Looking down towards her with such curiosity in his eyes Derek played along, lighting the fuse.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “I’m a professional wrestler”

<FONT COLOR= #9E7BFF>Woman: “Oh no wonder you have such a defined body”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Tip toeing her fingers up his chest, dragging her fingernails across the material of his shirt, as if she was attempting to tear through it. Moving up his body just a few inches she pivoted her hip and now straddled herself on top of his lap. Derek kept his hands behind his head and continued to stare through the woman who was throwing herself at him. Running a hand through her black hair she ruffled it up, pouting down at him.

<FONT COLOR= #9E7BFF>Woman: “Look at you, you’re all hot and bothered”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Reaching towards Derek’s arms she grabbed on top his wrists, pulling them out from behind his head. Bringing them around in front of him she rested them on her thighs. Wiggling her hips she leant towards him.

<FONT COLOR= #9E7BFF>Woman: “Let me fix that for you”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> As she attempted to press her lips against his, Derek pulled his head back slightly.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “You can control the weather?”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Dropping her bottom lip she pouted, shaking her head no before pulling backwards. Grabbing his hands once more she wrapped them around her back pressing them onto her behind. Squeezing her hands, she locked her eyes with his.

<FONT COLOR= #9E7BFF>Woman: “Well I could make it rain”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Derek let out a chuckle, as she let go of his hands and bringing them up she held onto the back of the chair, moving up more her barely covered breasts were basically hanging before his very eyes. Running his hands up her bare back, Derek pulled her in closer. Sliding back down his body she pressed her lips against his crushing in for a kiss that Derek lazily replied with a half assed effort. Pulling away slightly rejected the female raises an eyebrow.

<FONT COLOR= #9E7BFF>Woman: “What’s wrong Derek, last night you couldn’t get enough?”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Bringing his right hand up underneath her chin he lifted her head with a curled index finger, his other hand found her inner thigh.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “That was last…”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Before Derek could continue a loud booming voice could be heard coming from off the camera, from the left of Derek.

<FONT COLOR= #dcff7a> HS Mark Ward: “Oi is it hot enough for you here mate?”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Walking into the shoot, Derek dropped his hand from underneath the woman’s chin and extended it out for a hand shake. Mark accepted the gesture and stood a little bit away from Derek, watching the half dress woman on top of the Swede back away off of Derek. Scooping up a towel from the floor she went to covered herself up but before she could Derek forced her off of him, by standing up. Now standing in front of his Boss Derek, lifted his shades from his face resting them on top of his head, ignoring the Colombian woman who was standing behind him sulking while tightly wrapping the white towel around her body.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “I’d give her up for a night in Sweden if it was being offered.”

<FONT COLOR= #dcff7a> HS Mark Ward: “Holy Shit, you speak English?”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Taken back by Derek’s accent Mark slapped his open palm on Derek’s arm. Watching Mark’s hand retract back down to his side Derek seemed a little put off by the contact. Looking back up at Mark with a glare the Swede cracked a slight smile.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “Never said I couldn’t”

<FONT COLOR= #dcff7a> HS Mark Ward: “I never said you could either, you ramble a lot in that gobbledy gook stuff.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Stuffing his hands deep into his pockets Mark looked over Derek’s shoulder to see his lady friend sitting on the chair, her legs crossed and her arms folded underneath her chest.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “It's Swedish.”

<FONT COLOR= #dcff7a> HS Mark Ward: “So are meatballs, but they don't talk like that”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Derek let out a small chuckle before shaking his head.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “Meatballs don’t talk, that’s logic”

<FONT COLOR= #dcff7a> HS Mark Ward: “Fuck logic besides, they do when you slip a little something extra in them. Stoner Scott made some once; pretty sure the meatballs spoke to everyone who ate one”

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “Or when you watch a Casey Williams promotional”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Sharing a laugh Mark Ward noticed the camera was on his face so he straightened up; Derek looked over his shoulder at his female friend who was now texting away on her phone. Turning back to one of his Bosses he looked towards the ground before looking Mark directly in the eyes.

<FONT COLOR= #dcff7a> HS Mark Ward: “Hey I wanted to catch up with you about something, have you got time?”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Mark pointed at the lady behind Derek who was puffing and pouting, Derek once again looked over his shoulder towards her giving her a playful wink giving her a glimmer of hope that they were still on. Looking back at Mark, the Swede nodded.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “Shoot”

<FONT COLOR= #dcff7a> HS Mark Ward: “I was wondering if you would be interested in joining team SCW? It will benefit your career. Erik Staggs waves around his little papers, thinking he's something special, but the truth is, he's a glorified coffee boy. Joining team SCW, is the real step forward... also if you do, I will go out and claim Zlatan is the best striker in the world, even after ruining England not long ago”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Rubbing his chin in thought Derek dropped his hands back down to his side, jamming them into his pockets.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “I think you have forgotten that this Sunday I will be facing one of your hot shot goons, let’s cut the BS Mark… why do you really want me on team good?”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> For the first time ever Derek was showing a sign of judgment, his normal cool calm face was now locked and loaded waiting to hear from Mark, waiting for an honest reply.

<FONT COLOR= #dcff7a> HS Mark Ward: “Because I'm building SCW for the future. Here's a lesson in the wrestling business, things never stop. Think of a wrestling company being like a river, it never stops flowing; it will always constantly keep going and going. I need to constantly keep going and going, building for the future. Do you think anyone is gonna wanna see my old arse in the ring in 10 years times? No. Do you think Nick, Jordan, Spike, and Rage, will still be able to put on the matches they do now? No. I need to build stars and you could be one that leads us in years to come. Joining Team Erik is career suicide.”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Listening to every world that spilled from Mark’s lips Derek the Swede rocked back on his right foot, almost processing the Englishman’s words one by one in a critical manner.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “So you’re telling me joining team SCW would be my salvation, would be my saving grace, joining team SCW would be the epitome of my career, the first of many stepping stones in building an influence a force that has never been encountered? You really see me, a guy you know nothing, absolutely nothing about as the future of your lunch box company? I’ve never been a leader Mark; I never wanted or felt the desire to help a crusade, bonded by selfish desires rather than a familiar pledge?”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Mark folded his arms across his chest while puffing it out.

<FONT COLOR= #dcff7a> HS Mark Ward: “So is that a yes or a no?”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Smirking wildly, Derek bit down on his tongue holding it back from snapping out an answer.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “I’ll give you my response at Climax Control.”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> His lip turned up to one side as Derek watched Mark’s facial expression drop slightly.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “You have given me a lot to think about Mark, but you know as well as I do that in this business the element of surprise, the thrill of suspension if played out right can make or break a development.”

<FONT COLOR= #dcff7a> HS Mark Ward: “I think it liked it better when I couldn’t understand a word you were saying., Are you as much of a smart arse when you talk in Swedish, as you are when you talk in English?”

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “Som du inte skulle tro Marcus”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Coming up from behind Derek the woman wrapped her arms around his right one, tilting her head to the side she eyed Mark Ward up and down. Tearing her eyes away from the Co<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>owner of Sin City Wrestling she looked up towards Derek, giving him sexy eyes.

<FONT COLOR= #9E7BFF>Woman: “I love it when you talk in your native tongue.”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Looking down at the woman Derek just shrugged as her nails dug into his skin.

<FONT COLOR= #dcff7a> HS Mark Ward: “Alright I think that’s my cue to leave, but think about my offer Derek… now I’ll leave you and your bird alone, but I must know what is her name?”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> From one player to the next Mark Ward knew what he had just walked Derek into. Derek looked towards his boss and then down towards his lady friend who was standing on her tippy toes, swinging off his arm like a little school girl with a fan girl crush. Looking back up at Mark like a dear in headlights Derek coughed.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “Forgive me where are my manners? This is my lovely friend Melstacebrookmy”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> As Derek jumbled a mixture of names together he closed his eyes slightly cringing.

<FONT COLOR= #9E7BFF>Woman: “It’s Sophia you asshole”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Pulling away from his arm, the Colombian woman stormed off speaking in her native tongue. Derek looks at the spot where his friend was standing, shrugs his shoulders unaffected by her exit and then looks back up toward Mark whole is laughing loudly. Smirking Derek lifts the shades off the top of his head and runs his free hand through his hair.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “She’ll be back”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Placing the glasses back down over his eyes, Derek’s big smile showed off his glowing white teeth. Mark rolled forward and stopped laughing for a few seconds.

<FONT COLOR= #dcff7a> HS Mark Ward: “Don’t I know it; she’s that type of girl”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Walking off Mark continued to chuckle to himself while Derek returns back to relaxing by the pool. He knew that he would have to take his match seriously this Sunday but right now he was more interested in relaxing.

+++ Wednesday

Opening up in a dimly lit boxing den, a single heavy bag punching bag could be seen hanging from the ceiling. The bag was swaying from side to side, as the sound of chains rattling together as the bag swung slowly recovering briefly from their latest beating. There wasn’t a lot of glitz or glamour about where we were, just a dusty dirt covered floor and four plain a nails walls. The room was lit by the sunlight alone that was trying it hardest to seep through the dusted windows. As the chains continued to clink together, the sound of heavy breathing could be heard as the camera panned over quickly to find Derek Thorne in the middle of doing an interval of push ups. His body was already varnished with sweat, only a short pair of loose fitting sweat shorts covered his legs, from his knees down he was exposed. As there was no flooring to the room his sweat covered knees were decorated with dirt that was slowly turning into a dark pasty mud upon his skin. His hands pressed deep into the ground as his fingers were fully extended; dropping his body down to the floor he held it there.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “en, två, tre, fyra, fem, sex, sju, åtta, nio, tio.”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Exhaling he brought himself back up with full extended arms, taking three deep breathes before lowering down once more. His chin just inches away from the red rusty dirt below him. Holding it once more he counted slowly.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “en, två, tre, fyra, fem, sex, sju, åtta, nio, tio.”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Flexing back up to a high plank the Swede held his position, for as long as he could letting his muscles in his arms and legs start to shake, this wasn’t a sign of weakness this was sign that he was engaging all of them, using them to their full potential. Looking directly towards the camera for a few seconds he ducked his head down, before jumping up on the balls of his feet. Now standing up right he bounced his way from side to side over to the punching back. Derek was almost two stepping around it he took his time calculating his moves before unleashing an onslaught of left and right fury punches. His bare white knuckles, crunched against the unforgiving leather, leaving them blood stained from the capillaries that we bursting underneath his skin on impact. Once he finished a round of punches Derek followed it up with a barrage of kicks, aiming high as if the top of the bag was a human head. Stepping out with his left hip Derek kicked at the bag with the front of his leg, working around it. Not standing still for a second the Swede continued to work out.

Spike: “I’m a little offended that you have started without me brother.”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Spike’s voice could be heard coming from behind Derek, walking into the view of the camera the leader of the New XTremes watched on as his brother finished up his interval training. Turning to face Spike, Derek out stretched his had taking Spike’s in for a hand shake. The two didn’t waste any time in heading into conversation.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “I wait for no one, not even you.”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> That confident smirk was displayed bright on the hard face of Thorne as he watched Spike place his training bag on the dirt, looking around the room a little taken back.

Spike: “Well if this doesn’t bring back memories of Germany, I don’t know what will. Kudos on tracking down the fucking worst piece of shit training room you could find.”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Shaking his head Derek just laughed, and dropped to the floor and started to work on his push ups once more, this time when he lowered down to the ground he didn’t count her just spoke out towards his brother.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “Don’t be such a pussy.”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> As Spike dropped down to the ground beside Derek in one fluid movement, the currant double champion slipped straight into his own training routine un fazed by his brothers words.

Spike: “I think this is just what you need to clear your mind; after all we both know what today is.”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Turning towards Spike, Derek responded with a growl before lifting himself up holding himself in a planked position. Of course Derek knew what today meant and of course Spike knew that this day would haunt him forever. Turning towards his brother Derek licked his dry cracked lips, shaking his head.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “sie ist für mich gestorben, auch wenn ihr Herz vielleicht noch schlagen.”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Speaking in German now, Derek lowered back into a deep push up holding his body just inches off the ground holding it in plank. Letting the beads of sweat run down his nose and dropping to the floor. Closing his eyes he had hoped that the onset of memories would not kick in but he was mistaken. Spike continued to follow his own routine, even though the two liked to train together they were two very different competitors, they had two very different styles in the ring. When Spike and Derek first met, Derek wasn’t the one who would aim for a win, he was the type of guy that would aim for blood, he would be the type of guy who would aim to have your cerebrospinal fluid start leaking from your ears from head force trauma. To say that Derek has had a troubled past would be a putting it nicely, he was messed up, he was angry but now through no fault of anything else other than just time he had managed to tame the inner beast that only Spike knew what damage it could cause. Turning to look at his friend Spike tapped him on the right shoulder, in a fatherly manner he knew that the clogs inside Derek’s mind where now turning, he knew that memories were flooding back and if he could be honest hear Spike was loving the thought of how dark, how brutal and how deep Derek would dig until he was satisfied with next move towards freedom.

Spike: “Use it brother, don’t fight it… use the hate and the anger, this Sunday the odds may seem to be stacked up against you, but I know what you can do… I have seen you with my own eyes topple giants twice the size of you. I have seen you demolish the best like a human wrecking ball, dig deep, be angry. I know Nick Jones has done nothing to you, but if you want a chance at beating this, beating him… you need the memories of her. Trust me brother, if you allow her to flood your mind, if you can let her seep back into your skin, if you can let her get your blood boiling to the point it risks blistering your skin, then I know and you know that the “Best” Sin City Wrestling has to “offer” is just a stepping stone. It’s time Brother it’s time for you to reach your full potential, time to stop living in the shade.”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Starring Spike directly in the eyes, Derek gritted his teeth as he jumped back up to his feet making his way over towards the punching bag for another round. As his fists make contact with the bag loud thuds can be heard from the impact as the chains twist and jingle together as the bag sways.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “This wasn’t my idea of joining Sin City Wrestling Brother, you know that.”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Spike bounded to his feet and stood behind the punching bag holding it in place for Derek as the Swede continued to pound away at the swinging bag of weight and sand. Digging his heels into the dirt Spike smirked as Derek started to swing his fists punching the bag harder and harder in an attempt to knock the Sin City Wrestling heavyweight champion off his balance.

Spike: “It’s time to stop being a follower Derek, stop being the Saviour and start heading towards your own light.”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Rolling his eyes Derek laughed just slightly.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “if I didn’t know any better Brother, it would almost appear like your trying to provoke something out of me.”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Nodding his head Spike smiled smugly while lowering his eyes.

Spike: “It’s time to shine little brother, time to step into the spot light and what better way than taking down Nick Jones?”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Ducking down Derek charged towards the punching back, tackling into it before tucking away some close knit punches. The sound of his knuckles cracking on impact brought a sicken smile to his face. Jumping back, Derek repeated the same sequence three times before backing up letting Spike get his grip back on the bag. Wiping the droplets of sweat from his brow Derek walked over to grab his drink bottle. Popping the top off Derek brought the bottle up into the air and squeezed the liquid into his mouth. Swashing it around, he spat the contents out onto the dusty floor. Before finally taking a proper drink. Dropping the water bottle from his lips Derek looked back over towards Spike who had started his round son the bag.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “I don’t think this spotlight everyone craves for is big enough for both of us Brother.”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Spike poked his head out from behind the punching bag and smirked at Derek.

Spike: “Oh don’t be worried about that Derek, you and I both know I’d kick your ass.”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Chuffing back a laugh Derek slammed the lid back down on his water bottle and tossed it to the ground.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “Are you willing to put money on that?”

Spike: “State your wager.”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Approaching the taller male Derek didn’t back down as he ran his right hand through his hair.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “Let’s see, first one to draw blood wins?”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Before Spike could respond Derek’s left hand popped up from his side and crushed into the side of Spike’s jaw. Spike stumbled two steps back and reached up holding his jaw while his Swedish friend started to jump up and down on the spot cracking his neck from side to side. A sick smile crept across Spike’s face as he dropped his hand down to his side.

Spike: “Fucking Swede.”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Charging towards Derek, Spike and the Swede collided and the two started to spar inside the dark, shitty den that Derek had found in Colombia. The very base of the shell of a building brought back a flood of memories for Derek, it might have been a different country but there was something about this shit box shed that brought back the sense of familiarity. They say you can only truly release when you feel at home, and since Derek didn’t have a home he held onto the memories of a time that had passed that made him feel like he did. Sometimes to be the “best” you have to rise from the ashes, but in Derek’s case he has to ride from the dirt and dust.

+++ Thursday.

Inside of Derek’s small yet still neat hotel room, we find the tall Swedish man with the Colombian woman standing in front of him from two days ago. Looking up and over her head Derek winked towards the camera before curling the side of lip smiling.

<FONT COLOR= #1569C7> I told you she would come back, they always do.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>The hotel room was line with striped wallpaper, and was drowning in a sea of dark brown and bone tones, the only real essence of colour was from the sun that was streaming through the blinds. The small yet voluptuous woman’s hands rested on top of Derek’s shoulders as she reached up on her tippy toes, flashing him a playful smile.

<FONT COLOR= #9E7BFF>Sophia: “Did you miss me?”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> His cold blue eyes fell into hers as he arched his eyebrow almost amused by her words. Running her tongue along her teeth she ran her hands down his chest to the front of his buttoned up shirt. Her fingers delicately danced around the button, before she undid it. Derek’s hands were by his side, lowering his head he bowed down towards her.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “Let’s play a game, of who can be quiet the longest”

<FONT COLOR= #1569C7> Every single time, they speak it’s always the same; I’ve heard it all before the mind games that women play to get a grown man to his knees.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Sucking in her bottom lip the Sophia looked offended, as she went to take her hands away from undoing the buttons on Derek’s shirt. Noticing that she was going to leave he snapped his right hand out placing it on her behind, forcefully yet gently pulling her in towards him. Her hands now fell onto the side of his face, tracing his jaw line the brunette smiled overjoyed that Derek was showing some type of affection towards her. Licking her lips she darted towards him placing her glossed mouth onto his. As she tried to deepen the kiss, Derek brought his other hand to her other side of her rear and pulled on it. Jumping up into his arms Sophia wrapped her arms around his neck, as Derek turned swiftly in his spot walking her over towards the bed. Plonking her down on the bed, Derek pressed his body against hers, breaking the kiss that he wasn’t interested in.

<FONT COLOR= #1569C7> Now let’s get one thing straight, kissing just wastes time.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Looking down at her he brushed a strand of her black hair out of her eye sight as she glared up at him with such need in her eyes. Running his hand down her torso, it dropped out of the cameras view. A few seconds later a gasp and a slight giggle escaped her lips as her eyes narrowed towards him. After giving her just the slightest sign of where he wanted this to go, Derek rolled off the woman and onto his back, resting his head on top of the pillow. Sophia didn’t waste any<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>time as she crawled up his body. Pulling away at the buttons on his shirt, she looked up at him from the last one, pulling the shirt open before trailing a line of kisses up his stomach to his pecks and then up to his neck. Derek’s eyes were fixated on the woman but his mind was elsewhere.

<FONT COLOR= #9E7BFF>Sophia: “Let me…”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Placing his right index finger over her pouty lips he shushed her before she ducked her head in towards his. Leaving a kiss on his slips she slipped down his body and her hands fell onto the buttons on his jeans. Two pops were heard before the sound of a zipper, before the sound of denim sliding across cotton bed sheets could be heard. Her head lowered as Derek brought his right hand and lowered it onto the back of her head.

<FONT COLOR= #1569C7> A true gentlemen would always make sure a lady goes first, just no one ever wrote the rules for which action.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>As his Colombian “girlfriend” continued with her duty Derek rested his head back into the pillow closing his eyes.

<FONT COLOR= #1569C7> This is when she comes back to me; this is how I get to feel her again. What did you think that memories of her would flood back to me while I’m pounding my fists into a sandbag? I’ve been known to be an asshole but physical abuse on or aimed at a woman is unforgivable. Mental abuse, eh… I give as good as I get.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Arching his neck back Derek’s hand balled into a fist holding onto a handful of her hair.

<FONT COLOR= #1569C7> For years I have wondered what it was about her and why, just why I can’t let her escape me. Why I can’t clear her memory, some say it was love others would say it was just the best time of my life, but while I’m talking inside my mind and none of you lot can hear this. It’s because she is the one and only woman I have ever allowed to kick my ass. I trusted her, I devoted myself to her, I let the silky soft touch of her skin, the sunlight from her hair and the ice from her eyes bury deep inside me. For what? For her to become the one, that one girl that got away that one girl I had to give up.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Soft whimpers could be heard from the female, that Derek just shut out he wasn’t interested on making Sophia feel like he had made her feel.

<FONT COLOR= #1569C7> That’s right, all this torment all this frustration, is due to my own two hands. Walking away from Lovisa was the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life, but seeing the concern the warmth, the need in her eyes was enough to make me sick. It was off putting, she was after the one thing, the only emotion I could never give a girl, love. I had turned the cold hearted bitch into a flirty soft school girl, who was admit on making my needs number one. I’m an idiot right for letting her slip away? I disagree watching her walk from my life was the best thing I could have done, for the years to follow would have brought nothing but sadness to those eyes. Those clear blue eyes that screamed everything from the sweetest innocence to the dirtiest of take me stares.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>A slight grunt left his tightly pressed lips from the thought of Lovisa alone, Derek brought his left hand up and partly covered his forehead and his eyes, rubbing the tension from his head.

<FONT COLOR= #1569C7> How could I let the one girl who has ever loved me for who I am to stand back and watch the monster, the blood fuelled creature I had allowed myself to become. She wouldn’t understand the bruises, she wouldn’t understand the need I had to fight. She told me she would, but let’s be honest how many times could you look into a woman’s eyes as she tending to your open wounds and honestly think to yourself that she isn’t being affected?

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Looking up at the ceiling Derek watched the fan circle above him, almost unfazed by what was being done to him.

<FONT COLOR= #1569C7> Since that time, the time apart from her and since never seeing her again I have grown I have changed but never attempted contact. I know I could track her down if I wanted to, but what would be the point? Just to watch the pain taint those beautiful eyes once more. I’m not that creature that I was who was blood thirsty, who would stop at nothing to have someone battered and bruised but now I’m being told that if I want to reach for the moon in Sin City Wrestling that I have to dig into my past. I know my Brother wasn’t implying that I become the soulless Viking I once was, I know that he just meant to show the people of Sin City Wrestling another side of me, a side that so many in this company brag about owning but when it comes to show and tell, they come out empty handed.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>As the fan continued to circle above him he slowed it down in his mind picturing the sense of watching each blade whirl around in slow motion.

<FONT COLOR= #1569C7> I used to just get angry with such ease I used to wake up angry and went to bed fucking livid regardless of what happened during the day or during the night. Only a mixture of hate, greed and envy flowed through these veins but now she is my key, she is my detonator the thought of her is enough to drive me to wrap my hands around my own throat and choke the life out of myself. Letting her go was the best disaster, and the single worst thing I have ever done. Don’t believe me when I say I have done a lot of bad things in my time growing up? Just ask Spike he will tell you the stories, the legends and then follow it up with the cold hard facts.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Derek’s toe slightly twitched as Sophia continued to be accommodating to the traveling Swede. Gritting his teeth slightly a huff of air exhaled from his nostrils and he body was lining with beads of sweat.

<FONT COLOR= #1569C7> I guess it’s time I finish this up, to give the girl who is currently trying her hardest to win me over a fair go. Tripping back in my mind, letting her voice, her eyes, her skin, her lips invade my personal space is all I need to get the drive for my anger, the anger that I need to topple Nick Jones with. Just know my sweetheart it is not you who I am angry with, it is me. I do not ask for people to feel sorry for me, or for people to understand, just know that letting you go was the one thing in my life I regret the most. For that pain I caused you burns deep inside me, for the life I threw away with you to satisfy my own selfish needs will always burden me and render me heartless for any other bird that looks my way.

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Sophia picked up the pace, getting Derek to apply a bit more pressure on the back of her head, holding onto the ball of her hair in his hand like a vice.

<FONT COLOR= #1569C7> Of course that doesn’t mean that I’ll stop sampling the women around the world on my journey to eternal happiness…

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>That’s where the scene dies away, because I’m sure you all don’t want to read what happens next. I think that’s pretty self-explanatory.

+++ Friday

Once again we open up in the lovely Bogota Colombia in a dark back street. The sunset was almost fully completed for today as it just gripped onto the horizon. The sound of footsteps could heard on the uneven bricked and stone road, even tho there was no fight left in the day the pigeons that Colombia is notorious for harvesting lined the street, wandering around pecking desperately at the cracks in the street in search for food. Stepping into the view of the camera Derek was seen, a cigarette hung loose from his lips as he brought his right hand that housed the lighter in it to light it, covering it from the wind with his left hand. Sucking back the first drag on the glorified cancer stick Derek, pinched it between his lips to one side, before releasing the toxic smoke from the other. Each side of the street was lined with uneven buildings of different shapes and sizes, nothing in this part of town was alike. It was like the parts of the city the travel magazine would never allow you to see. Dropping the lighter into his long black track suit pants Derek looked up effortless towards the camera. Donning a plain white t-shirt and a pair of black glasses over his eyes the Swede seemed to be collected and comfortable.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “Welcome to my side of Bogota Colombia”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Pulling the cigarette out of his mouth Derek smirked at the camera.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “Forgive me I forgot that it was rude to talk with your mouth full”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Showing a slight comedic side the Swede ran his free left hand through his hair.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “It has been brought to my attention that some people don’t like the style I cut my shit, they don’t understand why when I can talk perfectly good English that I would “hide” behind Swedish. For starters I do not hide behind anything, secondly, I love to confuse the fuck out of you and thirdly I’m at my best when I speak in my native tongue… if you don’t like it? Change the fucking channel it’s that simple.”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Taking a long drag on his cigarette Derek looked around blowing the smoke out directly towards the camera.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “So for all of those who don’t enjoy, or don’t have the time to absorb my words I have taken it upon myself to have subtitles scroll across the screen for your up most convenience. If that’s not good enough then well simply”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Flipping the camera the bird, Derek winks and takes another drag on his lit cigarette, this time blowing the smoke up into the air. Putting his middle finger away Derek turned back towards the camera man smirking.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “So for the consideration for the apostles who deem change to risky, this is where things turn back to normal… Preach all you like but you’re trivial complaints will fall on deaf ears. Time to cut this back to its roots, Gentleman I hope you can keep up and ladies...”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Derek didn’t have to say anything he just winked towards the camera, showing a rare confidence. Putting the cigarette to his lips once more Derek finished it off before spilling the smoke from his lips. Crushing the lit cigarette butt between his fingers he put the spark out before placing the now extinguished cigarette in his back pocket – because littering is bad.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “Denna vecka Sin City Brottning ger dig de trogna fans dess veckovisa show Climax Control från Bogota den största delen av Colombia. Men tro mig det är inte ens den största frågan om söndag kväll, verkar det som jag har snubblat på väg "Bästa någonsin" i Nick Jones och hans tirad att försöka bevisa att han kunde köra igenom detta roster med lätthet. Detta naturligtvis har visat sant, hittills ... fram till helgen. Jag säger inte att jag kommer att slå Nick Jones eftersom det är långt ifrån lätt, jag säger bara att jag tänker på att ge den ständigt så säker tidigare Sin City Brottning heavyweightmästare en anständig körning för sina pengar. Varför? Eftersom det har bett mig att visa mina sanna färger, för att visa min sanna styrka och jag planerar att göra detta, den här helgen på Climax Control. Det är dags att öka min sak, är det dags att välja sida och hålla fast vid det, är det dags att visa massorna att jag inte bara poolen pojken som Spike tog in för att hjälpa städa upp röran som alla gjorde anspråk NXT till vara. Det är dags att visa eliten, att jag är redo"

["This week Sin City Wrestling brings you, the loyal fans its weekly show Climax Control from Bogota the biggest part of Colombia. But trust me this isn’t even the biggest issue about Sunday night, it appears that I have stumbled upon the path of the “Best ever” in Nick Jones and his tirade of trying to prove that he could run through this roster with ease. This of course has been proven true, up until now… up until this weekend. I’m not saying that I’m going to beat Nick Jones because that is far from easy, I’m just saying that I plan on giving the ever so confident former Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight champion a decent run for his money. Why? Because it has been asked of me to show my true colours, to show my true strength and I plan on doing this, this weekend at Climax Control. It’s time to step up my Cause, it’s time to pick a side and stick with it, it’s time to show the masses that I’m not just the pool boy that Spike brought in to help clean up the mess that everyone was claiming NXT to be. It’s time to show the elite, that I’m ready.”]

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Rolling his head on his neck Derek looks around, stuffing his hands into his loose fitting track suit pants he smirked towards the camera.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: "Nick, jag har ingenting emot dig, inte heller jag verkligen bryr sig om vem du är eller vad du står för. Visst du på din tid som detta företag och leda den med sådan kraft, med en sådan dominans som kommer att ta månader att matcha, eller erövra men vet detta ... Det spelar ingen roll vad du har gjort, vad du har åstadkommit. För mig är du bara ytterligare en av de där killarna som har linje sig med en billig affär ränta slogan. Du gillar den andra 75 procent av Sin City Brottning anspråk på att vara den "bästa". Riddle mig om alla som påstår sig vara det bästa vad är det för mening med att sträva efter en sådan förhärligad en titel? Vad är poängen med att vilja vara bäst när varje pojke med en puls hävdar att han har blod störst går genom deras ådror? Jag vill inte slå dig Nick att bli bäst, jag vill inte slå dig eftersom jag har en punkt att bevisa mot dig ... Jag behöver bara slå dig för den ultimata show av att vilja öka till plattan och slutligen förverkliga en dröm som andra har haft för mig eftersom de hade lagt ögonen på mig. Tror du mig inte? Fråga din kompis Mark Ward, han vill se någon med till exempel mig steg upp och leda företaget in i nästa generation, en generation där du gått"

[“Nick, I do not have anything against you, nor do I really care for who you are or what you stand for. Sure you in your time carried this company and lead it with such force, with such a dominance that will take months to match, or conquer but know this… It doesn’t matter what you have done, what you have accomplished. To me you’re just another one of those guys who has aligned himself with a cheap bargain rate slogan. You like the other seventy five per cent of Sin City Wrestling claim to be the “best.” Riddle me this if everyone is claiming to be the best then what is the point of even striving for such a glorified title? What is the point of wanting to be the best when every boy with a pulse is claiming he has the blood of the greatest running through their veins? I don’t want to beat you Nick to become the best, I don’t want to beat you because I have a point to prove against you… I just need to beat you for the ultimate show of wanting to step up to plate and finally, realizing a dream that others have had for me since they had laid eyes on me. Don’t believe me? Ask your buddy Mark Ward, he wants to see someone with the likes of me step up and lead this company into the next generation, a generation where you’re expired.”]

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Puffing out a mouthful of air Derek, brought his glasses up off his face resting them on top of his messy hair.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: "Skjut inte budbäraren Nick."

[“Don’t shoot the messenger Nick.”]

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Running his hand along his jaw line, Derek scratched at his two day old stumble.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: "Jag säger inte att denna match på Climax kontroll kommer att bli en fackla passerar ögonblick, men bli inte förvånad om jag bara slita det från dina händer och ta den. Det är dags att störta barrikaderna som hindrar min framtid i SCW är det dags att ta upp ett hack. Jag kommer inte längre bara vara den lilla pojken som står bredvid sin bror Spike stöd jag kommer inte längre att vara smutsig svensken som bara står tillbaka i skuggorna. Det är dags att ta det som är mitt, är det dags att sträva efter något lite högre och om det innebär att jag har går först gå genom dig, den förmodade kung av djungeln, jag kommer inte sluta förrän den knepig är gjort, och när jag är färdig kommer jag att samla större lön check i slutet av natten. "

[“I’m not saying that this match at Climax Control will be a torch passing moment but don’t be surprised if I just rip it from your hands and take it. It’s time to topple the barricades that hinder my future in SCW it’s time to take this up a notch. I will no longer just be the little boy who stands beside his Brother Spike for support I will no longer be the dirty Swede who just stands back in the shadows. It’s time to take what is mine, it’s time to aim for something a little higher and if that means that I have go first go through you, the supposed King of the jungle, I will not stop until that chore is done, and when I’m finished I’ll be collecting the bigger pay cheque at the end of the night.”]

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>The cameraman panned into Derek’s cold face, focusing on his eyes.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: "Striden linjer har dragits i Sin City Brottning, med allt detta gott och ont skulle det vara otroligt dumt av mig om en kille som har talat om en ful kraft som berodde på läcka in Sin City Brottning, inte inblandade. För att bevisa mitt värde jag måste ta bort kronan från ovanpå Nick huvud, inget personligt mot dig Mr Jones, för jag vet att du skulle göra detsamma om skon var på den andra foten. "

[“The battle lines have been drawn in Sin City Wrestling, with all this Good versus Evil it would be incredibly stupid of me if the one guy who has been speaking of an ugly force that was due to leak into Sin City Wrestling, wasn’t involved. To prove my worth I must remove the crown from on top of Nick’s head, nothing personal against you Mr Jones, for I know that you would do the same if the shoe was on the other foot.”]

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Grabbing onto the camera lens Derek brought it up to his face, looking down it the Swede laughed.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: "Denna vecka på Climax kontroll Nick, du vara orsaken och effekten av min uppgång i Sin City Brottning, att störta en jätte som du skulle sätta mig på stegen. Det var oklart för mig först på hur högt jag ville gå, men med konstant Jabber om vem som är bäst, som är kungen, som är Gud wrestling ... det har blivit uppenbart för mig ... att kanske bara kanske. .. en normal kille skulle försöka ta tyglarna och leda denna verksamhet till en ny fel sanningsenlighet, inte störtflod av lögner som vi tvingas lyssna på vecka ut och vecka ut från headliners. Det är dags att sanningen att min bror talar, backas upp av en kraft som inte ens jag vet djupt det går eller hur långt jag kommer att gå. Låt oss bara säga jag har drivit, men aldrig till den grad att bryta. "

[“This week at Climax Control Nick, you will be the Cause and the effect of my rise in Sin City Wrestling, to topple a giant like you would put me on the ladder. It was unclear to me at first on how high I wanted to go, but with the constant jabber about who is the best, who is the King, who is the God of Professional Wrestling… it’s become apparent to me… that maybe just maybe... a normal guy should try and take the reins and lead this business into a new error of truthfulness, not the barrage of lies that we are forced to listen to week in and week out from the headliners. It’s time that the truth that my brother speaks, be backed up by a force that not even I know deep it runs or how far I will go. Let’s just say I’ve been pushed, but never to the point of breaking.”]

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Swiping the camera away from his face Derek let out another gruff laugh.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: "Det är dags att släppa loss orsaken, denna vecka Nick du blir nästa kapitel, du orsaken till min motivation vet att tanken på att behöva öka mot dig, var anledningen till att jag ville nå för toppen, jag ska vara säker på att tacka dig när jag gör det där. "

[“It’s time to unleash The Cause, this week Nick you become the next chapter, you’re The Cause of my motivation know the fact that thought of having to step up against you, were the reason why I wanted to reach for the top, I’ll be sure to thank you when I make it there.”]

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0>Walking off the Swede dipped his hands into his pockets pulling out another cigarette lighting it on his way out of the cameras view.  

5
Supercard Archives / The Cause of Fear?
« on: March 01, 2013, 05:18:04 AM »
 <FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> What is it with the youth of today who insist that they cannot survive going somewhere without being accompanied? Call me old fashioned but I thrive on being isolated, even in a crowded room I will always find peace in knowing that my hand is not being held. I guess with more and more people being brought up with a silver spoon in their mouths it’s hard for them to fathom the reality of what the world can really be like, it’s not all rainbows and candy. People often say “safety in numbers,” safety isn’t a numbers game. Being safe is by being smart being safe is by knowing what you’re up against and what the people around you are thinking. I am not prompting that females walk the streets alone; I’m just stating that a little bit of independence can go a long way. It’s hard to swallow but the fact of the matter is, more and more people are suffering from Autophobia. The fear of being alone, there is nothing wrong with being alone. In fact I think more people should embrace it. It’s a beautiful thing not to have to depend on someone; it’s a wonderful knowing that you don’t have the burden of having to accommodate another’s feelings, wants or needs.

Maybe I have just become too accustomed to my time I embraced whilst growing up in Sweden and Germany. Maybe I have just been able to flick the switch off of dependence. I will only ever depend on one person and one person only, myself Derek Vincent Thorne. Only I can be my own master on the war of life. Before you all start jumping up and down screaming “what about Spike?” “What about NXT?” hear me out, the New Xtremes do not need me to survive, nor do I need them. What I have for NXT is nothing more than a pure connection and commitment for my brother Spike. That doesn’t mean that I don’t respect my fellow members, because I have shown time and time again that I will protect my new found wrestling family. People like to say that when something keeps you warm inside that you will endeavour to keep it close to your chest. Although I do not know my NXT family very well, they have awoken something in me that only a handful of people have ever done, the protector.

All my life I have had to fight for my own protection and if I can raise my own glass of whisky I think I have done a pretty damn good job at it. I could have gone down the same route as the multitudes of homeless children do in this world. There are three main categories that homeless children customarily fall casualty to these being sex, drugs and suicide. I’m pretty sure you can pick the strand of life I chose to lead. You will never hear me complain of my life, you will only hear me speak of the downfalls that I have managed to flip into successes. Without first learning to protect myself, how would I have learnt to protect the ones that matter most to me? Let’s start with my wrestling family shall I?

Jessie Salco, is she is constant need of protection, as likeable (I would of said loveable, but hey I’m not that type of guy) as the young lady is, she sure has a taste for danger. She reminds me of a girl who rather dance with menace then fall in love with the yellow safety line. Her mouth of hers will get her into serious trouble one day I can see it… lord only knows how deep.

Jamie Staggs, the comedian of our team… I would say that he is the most need of protection he is married after all and she is expecting a child. Instead of needing protection maybe baby Staggs should have worn some instead. Best of luck to you comrade, you’re going to need all the safety you can muster.

Odette Ryder, as yes Miss Ryder she reminds me a lot like Lovisa. No Gabriel holds your magical unicorns and wait before dragging out the clown make up. I do not wish to bag your girl, not saying that she wouldn’t be quiet the notch above my bed post. I’m saying this because I know what she is transforming into as of late isn’t the true Australian Goddess the Sin City Wrestling world has grown to love. She is battered and bruised emotionally from your constant demands and hellacious rendition of a roller coast ride. Normally I would pat guys like you on the back about this normally I would be cheering you on… but look at the mutilation of her ticker you’re so peacefully committing. I am a firm believer that there are two sides of every story and I would fancy to hear yours but you can’t blame me for wanting to protect the only other person beside Spike who has made me feel at “home” in this place we call Vegas. Odette’s need for protection will deepen and until you sort your shit out I will be happy to play guardian.  

Vixen, no doubt that the foxy one will be in need of protection one day soon, but my input will be less than needed. Vixen is fortunate enough to be with my Brother Spike, who will stop at nothing to insure his latest squeeze is kept from the dangers that linger.

Then we have Spike, my Brother. Who needs not to worry about questioning my alliance. In some aspects I owe my life to Spike, for he has saved me more times than I would like to remember. The only man that Spike needs protecting from would be himself. Something I’m more then sure Vixen is capable of handling. But for a man who is willing to sit in the snow for four hours freezing his jollies off for just to make sure that I didn’t pass out in a puddle of my own blood, he needs not to worry. If Spike requested that I join Sin City Wrestling because he knows what I’m happy to battle through. He also knows that I have a sense for predicting when the people he cares for is in trouble, why do you think I always pop up when its least expected? Why do you think I’m always around when people need protecting?

I’m not doing this for the fans love, I’m not doing this to make a name for myself, and I’m doing this to enlighten people of what is going on around them. If people only just opened their eyes they would see the dangers that are lurking in front of them. They would be able to see the judgment day that is brewing before our eyes. They will call it innovative I will call predictable.

___

Opening up we are surrounded by the bright lights and smoke filled room of a Vegas casino. Since joining SCW and since moving to America Derek was yet to step foot into one of these establishments to place any bets. Sitting down in front of a table, Derek was surrounded by other gentlemen that seemed to know the game very well. For the time being Derek was given permission to watch the game of Poker unfold before his eyes, as he had explained to the dealer his predicament. Now let’s look at the dealer shall we? She was young, big breasted with raven black hair. Her facial features screamed Kate Beckinsale, while her body Derek could only imagine screamed part time dealer, full time table dancer. Flashing her eyelashes at Derek while he continued to sit back and watch how the game is played he refused to listen to the advice of the cowboys that surrounded in. His icy blue eyes only flirted with the dealer in between games, while during the action he was processing the rules.

<FONT COLOR= #dcff7a> Cowboy: “Feel free to join in you filthy Swede”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Laughing while looking towards Derek the gentleman beside him that resembled a mixture of Garth Brooks and Adam Brand mocked the “foreigner.” Derek didn’t say a word he just let out a sigh of air that dripped with boredom. Leaning back in his chair he brought the glass he was nursing in his right hand up to his lips, gulping down the rich brown contents. As the game started to wind up, Derek tapped the table to get the dealers attention, letting her know that he was ready to play. Derek watched as the cards were dealt, checking his he kept a blank look on his face, placing in a pile of chips, noticing the cowboys around him were starting to fold Derek kept adding money to his already high pile. The Stetson wearing gentleman beside Derek gave the Swede a stern look before following suit.

<FONT COLOR= #dcff7a> Cowboy: “Such confidence for a rookie”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> A wild smirk crossed Derek’s face as the time came to display their hands. The Cowboy went first showing off a full house, excitedly he reached in as if he was ready to claim his prize. Reaching out Derek placed his right hand on top of the gentleman’s writs, flipping his cards over in one swift movement with his left hand. Showing an Ace, King, Queen, Jack and 10 of Diamonds

<FONT COLOR= #dcff7a> Cowboy: “How did you? … Beginners luck”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Smirking wildly Derek watched as the dealer pushed his winning closer towards him. Collecting them Derek stuffed them into his trouser pocket. Standing up from his spot, he towered over the local.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “Luck is for people that believe in chance, I leave nothing to chance.”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Smiling smugly to the table shark Derek was about to take his leave from the table but turned back, flicking a $100 chip off this thumb towards the dealer for a tip for her troubles. The gorgeous female caught the chip and smiled, thanking Derek and in the nick of time another dealer came over to replace her. Derek had already walked off into the sea of pokie machines letting the bright lights and loud noises surround him. Just as Derek was about to leave the gaming area he felt a set of hands on the back of his arm, pulling him gently to get him to stop. Looking back over his shoulder Derek smirked, looking down at the female dealer. Looking down at her name tag he turned around to face her fully.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “For what do I owe such pleasure… Ava?”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> His eyes stayed on her name tag that was sitting just about her well-endowed breasts, although she was wearing a tight shirt Derek knew that that they were being helped with the extra assistance of underwire. Ava started to twirl her right index finger around her loose hair while slowly chewing on her gum.

<FONT COLOR= #9E7BFF> Ava: “You’re pretty lucky for someone that has never played poker before?”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> The look in her eye screamed that she doubted him, well truth be told Derek was a bit of a con-artist.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “I assure you Ava, Luck had nothing to do with it.”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Rolling her eyes playfully she tugged on her jumper wrapping it around her.

<FONT COLOR= #9E7BFF> Ava: “I just wanted to thank you for the tip, I really appreciate it”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> He continued to look down smugly at her, like he was playing into his sick little plan far too easily.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “You’re most welcome, Ava”   

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Stepping up closer towards him, Ava rocked up on her heels tucking into his right ear she started to whisper sweet nothings into it. Lifting his right index finger up to underneath her chin Derek tapped it slowly.

<FONT COLOR= #9E7BFF> Ava: “Wanna get out of here?”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Pulling back with a sly smile on his face Derek extended his right hand out to her.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “I thought you would never ask”

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> He was joking, he knew she would. Ava took his hand in hers and she took off through the club, Derek in tow. He didn’t mind walking behind Ava, after all his eyes were now locked on her behind.

___

Opening back up in an unknown hotel room, Derek was found sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. Before his eyes laid the woman that he had just spent the night with. Waving the cameraman closer towards him Derek had a smirk on his face from ear to ear.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: "Shh ... du vaknar min dessert"

[“Shh… you’ll wake my dessert”]

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> The camera panned over to find Ava still sleeping soundly. The only sound she was making was the exhale of breathe against the soft cotton bed sheets.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “Jag undrar om detta är vad godståg av smärta är upp till. Sova som ett barn ... Jag undrar om det är därför han har varit som en leksak pudel som för sent. Vid första du fruktar den förestående ankomsten av en stor brutal hund eftersom du hör dess obeskrivliga bark, men ju närmare barken får mindre objektet visas. Casey har varit så här, är Casey ungefär som en rädd liten gnällig kärring."

["I wonder if this is what the Freight Train of Pain is up to. Sleeping like a baby… I wonder if this is why he has been like a toy poodle as of late. At first you fear the impending arrival of a big brutal dog because you hear its indescribable bark, but the closer the bark gets the smaller the object appears. Casey has been like this, Casey is much like a scared little whiny bitch.”]

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Oh look a dog pun.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: "Vid första Casey var allt buller, talar om hans vilja sin beslutsamhet att undervisa mig en läxa för sticka näsan där det inte hör hemma ... han var alla ord när han skulle beskriva vad han hade i beredskap för mig, men nu sedan datum långsamt närmar ... ingenting ... den inhemska karaoke specialisten har gjorts tyst."

[“At first Casey was all noise, talking about his will his determination of teaching me a lesson for sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong… he was all words when he was to describe what he had in store for me, but now since the date is slowly approaching… nothing… the resident karaoke specialist has been rendered silent.”]

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Letting out a sigh Derek’s Swedish accent could be heard as he spoke softly.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: "Patetiskt fegis."

[“Pathetic coward.”]

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Looking past the camera Derek’s eyes seemed to be locked on Ava. Bringing his right hand up he rested his chin on the back of his hand. The only thing that covered Derek was a pillow that was carefully positioned over his junk.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: "Jag är besviken på dig Casey, lovade er jag en kamp, men du har lämnat mig en tackoffer. Din tystnad bevisar bara att du gömmer sig bakom en mur av skuld, av skam och acceptans att du vet exakt vad som kommer att hända på Blaze of Glory Two. Du vet att oavsett din Sin City Brottning historia, din hängivenhet till det företag som du aldrig ut kommer att matcha en "slöseri med utrymme" kille som mig. Du kan skryta allt du vill i ditt förflutna säljfrämjande åtgärder om dina prestationer ... men läs mina läppar som texterna utanför en autocue ... ditt förflutna är värdelös, är din framtid obetydlig ... du talar samma nonsens om och om igen om att vilja bevisa dig själv för alla ... Casey kanske när du slutar försöka göra alla nöjda, med din "bad boy" attityd kanske du kommer att smaka på kopp segern, kanske då prakt framgång kommer att förstöra genom dina ådror. Från och med nu är du inget annat än en Muppet. Du kräver folk ta på allvar då du håller upp en mikrofon till ditt ansikte en slänga ur sig ut en rock låt och slaktare örat trummor av döva. Du påstår dig vara en man av som bör fruktade? "

[“I’m disappointed in you Casey, your promised me a fight, yet you have handed me a peace offering. Your silence just proves that you are hiding behind a wall of guilt, of shame and of acceptance that you know exactly what is going to happen at Blaze of Glory Two. You know that regardless of your Sin City Wrestling history, your devotion to the company that you will never out match a “waste of space” guy like me. You can boast all you like in your past promotional work about your accomplishments… but read my lips like the lyrics off an autocue… your past is worthless, your future is insignificant… you speak the same nonsense over and over again about wanting to prove yourself to everyone… Casey maybe when you stop trying to please everyone, with your “bad boy” attitude maybe then you will taste from the cup of victory, maybe then the splendour of success will ruin through your veins. As of right now you’re nothing more than a Muppet. You demand people to take you seriously then you hold up a microphone to your face and blurt out a rock song only to butcher the ear drums of the deaf. You claim to be a man of that should be feared?”]

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Letting out a quiet laugh Derek turned to the camera.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: ""Rädsla är för dem som är svaga och har inget kvar att stå för. Ju mer du ber om att någon ska frukta dig, ju mer du börjar att frukta dig. Denna smärta och lidande du beskrivningen på Climax Control är inget annat än en rökridå för att gömma sig bakom. Du är svag Casey, du ett skal av en tidigare man som du brukade vara hedervärd ... vad bra har du gjort sedan lämnar NXT? Ingenting ... du ville komma undan eftersom vi håller dig tillbaka ... håller dig tillbaka från vad Casey? Vad har du åstadkommit sedan packa dig väskor och sätta på oss? Ingenting ... absolut ingenting ... du har misslyckats och efter Blaze of Glory du kommer att misslyckas igen..."

[“Fear is for those who are weak and have nothing left to stand for. The more you beg of someone to fear you, the more you start to fear yourself. This pain and suffering you described on Climax Control is nothing more than a smoke screen for you to hide behind. You’re weak Casey, you’re a shell of a former man, you used to be honourable… what good have you done since leaving NXT? Nothing… you wanted to get away because we were holding you back… holding you back from what Casey? What have you accomplished since packing your bags and turning on us? Nothing… absolutely nothing…you have failed and after Blaze of Glory you will fail again…”]

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Licking his dry lips Derek raised his right eyebrow as the sound of his sleeping night wife waking up pricked at his ears.

<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: "Du ville frihet från NXT Casey? Jag kommer att ge dig frihet ... Jag kommer att ge Laura och resten av Sin City Brottning frihet från dig, när jag tar sista andetag ifrån lungorna helgen. Tiden för sång är över ... tiden för orsaken har börjat."

[“You wanted freedom from NXT Casey? I will give you freedom… I will give Laura and the rest of Sin City Wrestling freedom from you, when I take the last breath away from your lungs this weekend. The time for singing is over… the time for The Cause has begun.”]

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Nodding towards the camera Derek motioned that it was time for them to leave. As they left the room the sounds of a male and female talking echoed before the female's giggles and gasps took over.

OOC: Me Roleplaying as a man charrie sucks  \'sad.gif\'  

6
Supercard Archives / The Cause of your demise.
« on: February 23, 2013, 11:49:03 PM »
 <FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> We open up in a cold dark looking alley way, with just a dimly lit street lamp, swinging in the breeze. The sound of the lamp creaking is all that is heard as Derek Thorne is seen stepping out of the dark. Dressed in his long black woollen trench coat, with all the buttons done up. His collar is flicked up framing his face. His left hand is stuff in her deep coat pocket while his right index finger and thumb are busy bringing a lit cigarette up to his eagerly awaiting lips.

Derek: “Casey ... Casey ... Casey ... bra att se att du fortfarande kör blinda, skönt att se att du kör samma gamla, samma gamla. Jag vill inte att du ska frukta mina ord du piss myra, jag vill inte att du fruktar det oundvikliga i din förlust, och jag vill att ni tydligt förstå att du är ingen match för mig. Att du har bitit av mer än du kan tugga. Bita handen som matade dig, bita handen av min bror Spike ... var som att skriva på den streckade linjen. Du har bett för bödeln och Blaze of Glory juryn kommer att titta du hänga på avstånd för dina brott. Du hävdar att du är underskattade ... Jag kan se varför ... allt du någonsin har gjort är besviken. Jag är förvånad över att min bror kan du hänga så länge. Jag antar rädslan för din kommande självförstörelse var för stark för Spike bara att kasta bort. Han visste denna dag skulle komma var du vill du växa för stort för dina stövlar som du skulle försöka hålla någon typ av styre över de nya Xtremes. Du har inget över NXT, var du inget att NXT ... du bara att nervös liten pojke hålla hans kuk för njutningslystnad påstår att han kan göra saker som inte ens hans eget sinne inte kan förstå."

[Casey… Casey… Casey… good to see that you’re still running blind, good to see that you’re running the same old, same old. I do not want you to fear my words you piss ant, I do not want you to fear the inevitable of your loss, and I want you to clearly understand that you are no match for me. That you have bitten off more than you can chew. Biting the hand that fed you, biting the hand of my brother Spike… was like signing your name on the dotted line. You have begged for the executioner and at Blaze of Glory the jury will watch you hang in the distance for your felonies. You claim that you are underrated… I can see why… all you have ever done is disappoint. I’m surprised that my brother let you hang around for so long. I guess the fear of your impending self-destruction was too strong for Spike to just throw away. He knew this day would come where you would you grow too big for your boots that you would attempt to hold some type of reign over the New Xtremes. You have nothing over NXT, you were nothing to NXT… your just that nervous little boy holding his dick for self-indulgence claiming that he can do things that even his own mind can’t comprehend.”]

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Taking a long drag on his cigarette Derek, sucked it back in before releasing a build-up off grey smoke.

Derek: “Så vad jag kosta dig matchen mot Argento? Det är ingenting i jämförelse med den skada jag kommer att göra med din karriär nästa vecka Blaze of Glory. Prata alla stora ord som du vill Casey för när allt är sagt och gjort ... ord betyder ingenting för mig, kan jag säga att du inte gillar mig. Jag kan berätta att du inte fruktar mig ... men vad dum du är ... du är bara en man som hålls tillbaka av sin egen hustrus dammluckor. Du har begränsningar eftersom du vet i bakhuvudet att du har hålla ett lock på hat, på din ilska, du vet att du inte helt frigöra godståg av smärta eftersom det är denna brinnande känsla av ansvar i ryggen av ditt sinne ... som hindrar dig. Laura. Hon är tanken i bakhuvudet som gör det en bit pissa slå dig. Medan du har något att leva för Casey, är du begränsad av vad du fruktar att förlora ... men när du redan har förlorat allt av mening ... det finns ingenting som kan eller kommer att hålla den sanna Viking tillbaka."

[“So what I cost you the match against Argento? That’s nothing in comparison to the damage I will do to your career next week at Blaze of Glory. Talk all the big words you want Casey because when it’s all said and done… words mean nothing to me, I can tell you don’t like me. I can tell that you don’t fear me… but what a fool you are… you’re just a man being held back by his own wife’s flood gates. You have limitations because you know in the back of your mind that you have keep a lid on your hate, on your anger, you know you can’t fully unleash the freight train of pain because there is this burning sense of responsibility in the back of your mind… that stops you. Laura. She is the thought in the back of your mind that will make it a piece of piss to beat you. While you have something to live for Casey, you are limited by what you fear of losing… but when you have already lost everything of meaning… there is nothing that can or will hold that true Viking back.”]

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Stepping more out more into the light, Derek ran his right hand throw his wet hair. Bringing the cigarette to his lips once more the Swede took his time before continuing.

Derek: “Förra veckan vid Climax kontroll du visat mig hur mycket av en ödmjuk människa har du är. Gå efter Billy efter matchen ... Jag antar att när dina möjligheter är begränsade, måste du förstå efter halmstrån. Jag ser vad du gör du tror att om din stroke egot Mark Ward att han kommer böja sig för dina krav och ge dig en titel skott, så att du kan försöka bli Sin City Brottning första Triple Crown som prestation är så långt utom räckhåll för din Casey måste du ge upp nu. Vad jag gjorde för Billy, var inte så att jag kunde klättra den lejdaren, det var inte så jag kunde rulla med legenden kallas Billy James ... vad jag gjorde på Climax kontroll var för dig ... mot dig ... för orsaken."

[Last week at Climax Control you proved to me of how much of a lowly human been you are. Going after Billy after the match… I guess when your capabilities are limited, you must grasp at straws. I see what you’re doing you think that if your stroke the ego of Mark Ward that he will bow to your demands and give you a title shot, so you can attempt to become Sin City Wrestling first ever triple crown, that accomplishment is so far out of reach for you Casey you need to give up now.  What I did for Billy, wasn’t so I could climb that ladder, it wasn’t so I could roll with the legend known as Billy James… what I did at Climax Control was for you… against you… for THE CAUSE.”]

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Taking the last drag off his cigarette, Derek dropped the butt to the ground, standing on it making sure to put it out. Blowing out the smoke Derek turned to face the camera face on.

Derek: “Anledningen bakom din svek blir orsaken till dina död.”

[“The reason behind your betrayal will be The Cause of your demise.”]

<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Derek’s face fades off the screen as he disappears back into the darkness.

**** Sorry it’s so shit, I just wanted to get something up for Derek for this week’s deadline… his promo next week will be 6 dollars better than this one & I'm trying to help us break the rp record LOL!!!

7
Climax Control Archives / Lovisa
« on: February 01, 2013, 05:32:44 PM »
 Ah Love… Fuck love.

I haven’t always been like this, I haven’t always wanted to treat every fine looking woman I meet with such disregard. Believe me I haven’t always wanted to just find them, fuck them and forget them. There was a time that I had hard feelings for a woman, and no I’m not just talking about “My Johnson” being inside one. I’m talking about the prospect that I was once in, ah… for the lack of a better word in “Love.”

Love she’s like the older primp and proper sister of the dirty little slut of a sibling called Lust. Love she is a devil of a thing she pulls you in takes hold of your very core and poisons you. She causes all types of side effects, like opening up car doors, pulling out chairs in restaurants, calling each other pathetic little nicknames like Baby, Honey and Sweetie. Love she demands that you take her dinner first before even attempting to spread her thighs to get to the wonderland. Love well she can turn even the toughest of lads into a pitiful whimpering child. With just the click of her fingers, Love can have a good man hung up by his ball sack the sad thing is he still begs for more. That’s the curse of a good Pussy.

I get this “Oh Derek you’re just bitter you’re not in love” bullshit all the time, please love sets unrealistic boundaries. It comes lined with promises that a full blooded man can’t possibly keep.  You can’t tell me that every guy that is in “love” doesn’t let his mind wonder to think of some lass he would rather be dipping his third leg into? You can’t honestly sit there and tell me with a straight face that your girlfriend is just enough for you and that you don’t on the odd occasion pretend that you’re mounting some form of super woman you build in your mind? You can’t tell me that your wife is all you dream of? I’ve known several married men who still bang on about that one ex-girlfriend that in spite of everything they went through still sends a jolt of electricity to his genitals.

Let’s face it men for centuries have been the hunters and gatherers we’re a curious bunch that has a thirst of wanting more than what we currently possess. We’re just like big kids eager to stick our hands in each and every jar not stopping until we have sampled one of them all. It’s just basic nature.

---

The Flow - Flash backs seem to haunt me at the most inconvenient times!

Opening up in a dark dense gentlemen’s club in Fremont street Las Vegas, Derek Thorne could be seen sitting upon a throne. To match the clubs theme the chair was a rusty, dusty red colour that was surrounded by chipped and worn gold paint. To say that this chair had been through a lot in its life time would be an understatement. Derek just stared out in front of him, seemingly unfazed by the naughty vampire nurse that was grinding up and down the cold metal pole between her thighs. He had been here before, in fact to many times that he had lost count since traveling to America. Derek had an obsession with women who worked for tips, not because they were an easy lay but because they brought back playful eccentric memories, he so desperately craved. Every inch of pain he had felt and that he had wanted to block away he would allow to come flooding back, each time he sat his backside into that chair it was ecstasy. It wasn’t just a chair to him it was a vice that would allow him to travel back in time. You see he never came here for the slutty pumpkin that was working her ass off to entertain him. He came here to release a certain stimulation that hadn’t been matched in several years. Her name was Lovisa.

Lovisa sweet Lovisa. I remember the first time I laid eyes on my one and only, to say she took my breath away was an understatement. Those icy blue eyes could melt even the driest of glaciers, her long platinum blonde hair that seemed to shine like sun even in the darkest Sweden nights. Her pink plump lips those were always naturally willing to unleash her sweet accent. I know to you this may sound stupid because most Swedes sound the same but there was something about her voice that would makes the hairs on a teenage boys neck stand up in attendance, she was enticing. Every little bit about her screamed trouble, but she was trouble that I wanted to get my hands on. I can remember the first three words she ever whispered to me, while wrapped up in her polar bear fur coat.

Lovisa - “Are you lost?”

If I was lost God please don’t ever let me be found. The typical teenage boy in me was ripping the gentleman I should be to shreds. I wanted to charm her, I needed to charm her I had to know her name, and I just had to know her in general. This was the first and only time Love had ever slapped me upside the face.

Lovisa - “Aww cat got your tongue? That’s cute…”

The way she tossed her curls out of her face like she was a teenage school girl, flirting with a college boy was enough to get my adrenaline pumping. Lovisa played it sweet and innocent but we all know it’s the shy girls that turn into little freaks when they shed their clothing. The way she was battering her eyes lashes like she had done this before was enough to create a mission impossible in my mind, I had to have her, I need her like I needed my next breathe, and so I was going to take her. She would play hard to get at first they always did, she was bored rich girl after all who had a craving to dip into the underwood. Lovisa needed a bad boy like I needed a good girl, but she wasn’t going to give up the goods without a little “fight.” Little did she know just how fast it would happen for her and I, little did she know that just a month later her cat would have my tongue it was just in a more feminine way and less animal, if you catch my drift.

A practiced smirk was on Derek’s face as he continued to stare off into the distance. His eyes were still locked in the direction of the girl. His mind was just elsewhere. Beside his legs sat two skimpily dressed nurses who were running their hands up and down his legs, massaging him so he was completely comfortable. To be honest he knew that they were fawning over him but he was so accustomed to the same treatment it was almost boring to him now. Fixing his grey suit jacket Derek, lifted his glass of bourbon up to his lips, the liquid burned a path down his oesophagus and hit the pit of his belly like a raging fire. Well at least he knew he was still alive, at least he knew that he could still feel. In his free left hand he picked up the bottle and poured himself another drink. Stopping precisely halfway without even watching, clunking the bottle to the table. Derek continued to stare at the pole dancing with vacant eyes.

"Sweet Lovisa"

Derek held the glass to his lips, resting it there while he was lost deep in thought.

---

Of the Thorne – I guess this is where I should be match focused.

Lately Derek has been asked three things over and over again. Tonight he plans to put a stop to this repetitive behaviour. We open back up in a dark room the very same dark room that Derek first dropped a promotional in. There was barely any lighting, only a glow that illuminated his face. Looking towards the camera with a coy smirk on his face Derek, wasn’t here to waste time.

“All week I have heard your questions, I have been subjected to listening to your fake premonitions of what my game plan is… what is my deal, what is my purpose? All in due time will you find out… all in due time you will see the Curse that has been plaguing Sin City Wrestling bleed out, you will see the fall of ranks come catapulting to the ground, shattering into tiny fragmented pieces.”

A gruff laugh left his dry lips as Derek continued.

“First things first, when I speak of The Cause, I’m speaking of something that none of you could comprehend none of you could understand, none of you could figure out… I do not meant to be harsh I just need you to all understand that there is something in Sin City Wrestling, eating away at the bottom dwellers, pushing the kings from their thrones and leaving no one… no one free from its destruction. No, this is not my Cause, this is not my doing but I know… oh I know… and it’s just a matter of time before the leader of such mind games shows his face and when he does…”

Licking his lips Derek just continued to stare down the lens, tapping his temple with his right index finger – as if to ask the SCW fans to think about where he was going with that.

“But onto this Sunday, onto this week’s Climax Control you will see Jessie teaming up with myself against Despayre and Karina. There is not much I can say towards Karina… all that I can demand is that she knows her position and doesn’t try and play hero… and maybe just maybe… when here invisible friend inhabits her body she should call me, I like girls that are a little crazy.”

Crouching down Derek brings his hands up in front of his face resting his chin on his balled fists.

“Despayre… the one member of that team I’m legally allowed to put me hands on, what an interesting little boy you are. In light of this random Mixed Tag Team Tournament, the likeliness of our paths crossing would have been limited… but now from the pure magic of sports and entertainment we find ourselves in this mess. It’s a mess because I have watched you and Gabriel storm through and dominate the tag team division like influenza bringing the whole of Asia to its knees. Now you have to try and coexist with a new partner, one that you’re not some comfortable with… a woman. Hopefully the wheels of your tag team mind are put to a screeching halt in light of having such a distraction in your corner, no not because of her looks… but because the way a woman works, so flighty so impulsive so unpredictable… you’re used to working with the same man week in and week out… your used to the known… who knows maybe I can use this as your down fall.”

Derek just chuckled as his eyes stayed on the camera, in fact I don’t think he has even blinked yet. Blink. Nope there we go =) <-- what the hell is that?  

“Come this Sunday I will do whatever it takes to if not beat you… but to prove to the Sin City Wrestling fans that one day, one day soon I’ll be ready to “play” in the big leagues… Jessie girl I know you have this match locked in your sights and that you want this victory so you can roll onto the Roulette Championship on a high… I will endeavour to do my part in supporting this motion. Come Sunday let’s just give the fans a true fight between cats and dogs…”The scene just faded to black, leaving Derek to go off and well I don’t know find a night wife or something.  

8
Climax Control Archives / Flow of the Thorne!
« on: November 30, 2012, 03:52:21 AM »
  It was then that he discovered…

[He was at it again; I could hear her screaming pleading with him to spare her to this torture he subjected her to. My mother was a strong woman but when it came to my father it was like she turned from a hardened ice cube to a pooling puddle of water. He would please her in the sense that to my ears only sounded like full flown rape. He would punish her and leave hand marks across her delicate face for simply not asking or saying the right things.  My mother would never leave our house in Sweden how could she? She was battered and bruised. For years I watched the horror unfold before my eyes, night after night I would be subjected to her cries and as I was in my childhood what was I to do? I remember standing up to him once I turned eleven and that’s when my mother allowed him to banish me from our house and from their lives. That’s when I travelled I swore only to return to my birth land of Sweden when I could protect her. When I could save her… little did I know she didn’t need saving. For years I walked this world alone I taught myself the basics the tools that were needed to survive, I don’t depend on anyone one but I sure as hell don’t consider myself as damaged goods. After five long years of fighting for my survival, begging for my next meal and adapting to my forever changing surroundings I had told myself I was finally ready. Returning back to Sweden was my first mistake…

Standing outside the small wooden cottage that he once called home, Derek could hear his mother’s cries for help as the southerly winds blew past him. Her whimpers pierced his ears triggering all his defences. That was the first thing he remembered about returning home, what was to follow he had made sure remained locked away in the back of his mind. A young sixteen year old that was in desperate need of a father figure acted on impulse and barged into the house in a fit of rage, he had to stop him. One day he would be the death of her and that would have been the death of him. Rushing to his mother’s aide Derek had scampered up the stairs and entered his parent’s bedroom. As the door swung open his cold blue eyes fell onto his fragile mother who had once again submitted herself to his father. The look on her face was a picture of pure horror as tears streamed from her bloodshot eyes, looking towards the doorway with desperation reflecting from her irises. He could have sworn what he did next would have been welcomed. Swooping in towards his father Derek’s right hand was out stretched and now around his father’s throat, his mother’s screams of displeasure had turned into horror as she watched this boy man handle the man she undoubtedly loved. As his father tried to cover himself up and make himself decent, Derek has pushed him up against the closest wall. Although Derek was only sixteen thankfully he had taken after his grandfather and inherited his height, while looking directly into his father’s eyes his as the older man begged for his freedom.

"Snälla ... Jag ska göra något bara låt mig gå"

{Please… I’ll do anything just let me go}

As his father spoke blankly to him, Derek felt his face grow hot. Tightening the grip around his father’s neck he slammed him back harder into the wooden wall. His mother was covering herself with bed sheets in the background screaming for the ‘intruder’ to stop.

"Du minns inte mig göra dig pappa?"

{You don’t remember me do you father?}

His father just looked straight through him like the fact that he ever had a son was a very distant memory, it was his mother that had made the connection.

"Derek ... Derek är det du?"

{Derek… Derek is that you?}

She approached her son while wrapping the tattered and torn brown sheets around her body. Her right hand found the side of Derek’s face as she tried to make him look into her eyes. His eyes didn’t shift from his father

"Han kommer aldrig att skada dig igen mamma ... Jag är ledsen att det har tagit mig så lång tid att återvända. För att återgå till dig, för att spara”

{He will never hurt you again mother… I’m sorry that it has taken me this long to return. To return to you, to save you}

Without another word his grip around his father’s neck intensified once more as his old man was now gasping for air. Feeling the compression on his father’s wind pipe Derek was just seconds away from crushing it. That is when his mother had jumped on his back trying to force him off of her husband.

"Släpp honom Derek ..."

{Let him go Derek…}

But he didn’t listen he just pressed back harder on his father’s throat

"Du försvarar fortfarande honom efter allt han har gjort för att du är du galen mamma?"

{You still defend him after everything he has done to you are you mad mother?}

Snapping through gritted teeth Derek was at his wits ends. His father was trying to talk trying to explain but it sounded like a chainsaw as the sounds couldn’t be turn into proper words.

"Din far skulle aldrig skada mig Derek din far älskar mig ..."

{Your father would never hurt me Derek your father loves me…}

It was then when he made his second mistake tossing his mother off of his back he had sent her crashing to the floor. Without even the slightest look back Derek had started to pound his closed fists into his father’s face. Punch after punch connected with his father’s hard skin as it was soon busted open. That’s when everything starts to become a blur that’s when everything becomes a faded memory. He remembers watching his father slide down the wall busted open he was still breathing… just. Turning to face his mother Derek swooped down to pick her up but she pushed him away. Scooting across the floor she drove on top of her husband looking back at her son.  

"Få ut ... FÅ UT"

{Get out… GET OUT}

He couldn’t for a moment in time understand what he had done wrong; he had waited five years to save her. He had made sure he left his father alive but Derek had also made sure that his father would never lay a hand on his mother again. It’s then when the concept hit him like a ton of bricks, she had enjoyed it this whole time she was being assaulted she had become accustomed to his father’s behaviour it was a treat to her. His mother was just as sick if not sicker than his father. Without another word Derek looked down at his bloody fists before fleeing the house.

Now you see why he walks this globe alone, this is the secret that Derek carries deep inside him. This is the one story of his shady past that no one absolutely no one could ever learn, discover or ever be entrusted enough to be told.]

It was then that he found me…

[People will want to ask how I met Spike, how I have become accustomed to calling the Most Sadistic Bastard my brother. Truth be told when I first laid eyes on the towering figure with his pale face and spikey bad boy haircut, I had detested him. He was walking into my world, a world that I had dominated for years. It was like watching a much more defined version of me walk into my life, he was everything I wanted to be. When I fought I would go out for blood I would go out for pain I would go out there and compete for one thing and one thing only the bitter sweet taste of victory. While Spike was more calculated more unpredictable more in sync it was like wrestling to Spike was like an inhale to an exhale a marriage made in heaven. To say I’m the wrestler I am today because of his contribution would be an understatement but trust me when I say he doesn’t get all the credit. There are still some tricks up these sleeves that even my brother doesn’t know I behold. It was the night that he saved me when I knew that there was some good still left in this world. It was that night I learnt that humanity still exists. He could have left me to die, he could have just walked over me but for some unknown reason he was willing to extend his hand and take me in. When you have spent a percentage of your life living on the streets having to defend yourself, it is easy to think that everyone and everything is against you. I know what it’s like to be continuously fighting for tomorrow, while being thankful for the present while still carrying the pain from yesterday.

Lying flat on his back Derek’s eyes were concealed by the mixture of blood, sweat and snow. His lip was busted his face was badly bruised once again he had found himself in a fight. He was in the middle of an abandoned back alley behind the town’s darkest dirtiest night club. Derek’s only set of ‘going out’ clothes had been destroyed the buttons from his collared shirt had been ripped off. The sleeves had been forcefully removed, while the belt loops on his slacks had been torn from their stitching. Wrapped around his neck was his black leather belt that has been reaped from his pants, rolling over to his side Derek coughed up a mouthful of blood and spat it on the snow covered ground. He could hear footsteps in the distance and had automatically assumed that his ‘attacker’ had come back to finish him off.

"Ich wusste, dass du zurückkehren würde ... wie deine Freundin ... sie kommt immer wieder für Sekunden ... Drittel ... Viertel"

“I knew you would return… just like your girlfriend… she always comes back for seconds… thirds… fourths”

Derek was a smart arse that had a problem with letting his mouth run him into dangerous situations. Laughing loudly in between coughs and splutters he showed his teeth that were completely crimson from his own blood. The sound of several footsteps now vibrated through his ear drums, Derek had thought his attacker had brought reinforcements but it was only the sound of people passing by.

"Du hast deine Freunde, wie schön"

“You brought your friends how nice”

Trying to drag himself up off the ground Derek started to rub the blood from his eyes, it was then that he felt a set of firm hands on his shoulders. The owner of the hands pulled Derek up to a seated position and rested him up against the brick wall that was behind him.

"Holen Sie sich Ihre Hände weg von mir ..."

“Get your hands off me…”

Shrugging his shoulders Derek took a blind swing at whoever was out their hoping that they would just leave him alone, but he was ready to fight blinded or not. His saviour finally spoke.

"Derek ... es ist mir Spike ... was zur Hölle ist mit dir passiert?"
“Derek… it’s me Spike… what the hell happened to you?”

A smirk crossed the battered face of Derek as Spike’s voice was very familiar to him for some strange reason it was a relief to hear his deep tone.

“Bitches… Spike… Bitches”

A confident smile still crept over his defined facial features as they both let out a laugh. Since the encounter with his parents when he was sixteen Derek had grown an intolerance to love in fact he laughed at the motion of people being happily in love. He laughed at the idea of having a girlfriend he was more of a have several ladies on the go at the same time type of fellow. The sad thing was that the girls knew that they were all competing but there was something about him that had (legal) teenage girls acting like grown up ladies. Fumbling around in his trouser pockets Derek had found a cigarette and his lighter, offering one to Spike who obliged taking one from the pack. Derek shrugged his shoulders as his sight was slowly returning back to normal as he continued to wipe the liquid from his face. Sucking back a long drag on his cigarette he watched as Spike took a seat beside him.

"Kann nicht mit ihnen leben kann ohne sie nicht leben '"

“Can’t live with them can’t live without them’”

Pulling the cigarette back away from his face Derek laughed spilling the smoke from his swollen lips. It was there that he and Spike had spent the next four hours talking it was there that Spike had lit a small candle inside the cold dead beast known as Derek Vincent Thorne.]

It was then that I found you…

We open up in a dimly lit room with nothing absolutely nothing in it, the camera pans around to see the newest addition the Sin City Wrestling roster sitting in the corner of the room. His expression on his face is cold but he seems happy. Sitting with his legs out stretched in front of him while his hands are cupped together in front of his face in a prayer like motion. Derek is by no means religious he just likes the drama. He is wearing what appears silver designer suit with the top three buttons of the dress shirt unbuttoned. Clicking his tongue off the roof of his mouth Derek’s mixed accent is heard.  

“No doubt that people will want to know why I chose to build a home in America and why I chose to sink my roots into the wrestling world especially in Sin City Wrestling? Well it will all be revealed shortly…. I received a call from a long lost comrade he had asked me to join him and join him I will. You wrestling enthusiasts scream his name in support, in love, in dedication week in and week out to you he is your current Sin City Wrestling Champion but to me he is my brother. A brother that is not linked by blood but is in fact combined by pure understanding of the cause, the cause of why we fight, why we live and why we are willing to die. I have faced my demise more than once and hit the very bottom of the barrel dipping my fingers into the ingredients that has made me who I am today… you may not know me but I assure you that I know you. Although I do not know your name nor have we ever spoken or met… I can tell a man from a boy with the way he donates himself to the cause I can tell a real warrior from a school yard bully by the way his holds his sword… I can tell a historical reaper over a fresh young blood. I don’t need to know your names, your accomplishments or your dreams and desires. I just need to know your tolerance… for anguish I will sense your tolerance the moment you enter my world, my life, my pulse… the squared circle that I call my playground. Do not count me out because you do not know me or because I am ‘new’ to town, do not be so quick to judge me for what you see but evaluate me for what I am about to do… my goal is to stay true to the cause, my way is to do it with my upmost loyalty and my outcome for now until forever stays the same… conquering. Upon taking the call and signing the dotted line to my marriage to this indulgence I call a job… I vowed that I would offer my brother my support, my guidance and until the very last drop of blood is drained from my body he will receive my alliance. A coalition has been formed but until our plan can finally meet the light of day you must wait patiently because something so deliberate cannot be rushed due to ignorance or sheer impatience.”

continues to just sit on the floor looking directly down the lens of the camera not moving an inch, he seems to be ink his zone the dimly lit room is his haven something that the Sin City Wrestling crowd will soon learn.

“Some say the first fight is the hardest because the poison that surrounds a debut can be intoxicating. The injection of a new life style a new playground with new mysteries, I do not hide from the unknown I embrace the unknown for years I had fought off unseen battles and for years I have remained standing. Come this Sunday you will see my inaugural brawl against fellow Sin City Wrestling superstars known as John Void and Thatcher Rex. They say that a debut can make or break you which causes me to laugh… I will not allow you to think you can break me for I am already broken. You cannot break what has already been shattered and you cannot destroy some one that has already suffered. I know what it’s like to crawl along the bottom of the food chain collecting scraps for my next meal I know what it’s like to be confined in cage that I call my reservation. Do not doubt what you do not understand… one does not rattle the cage and get away with it… everything in life has a consequence, this Sunday John and Thatcher you will meet your consequence through me. You both claim you are ready for war? But are you both sure this is what you want to encounter? I have seen wars I have seen victims of war I have seen the outcome of war and this war we participate that we enter will be similar to civil war because every great warrior needs his slaves. You will be my slaves captured in the strategic web I weave… much like the slaves you two will be constricted, beaten and left in the middle of the ring to die in shame. I know what power I govern and I know how to use it… from the bottom of the pit to a ruler of the shadows I am not afraid to step out of my comfort zone because I have never been restricted with security. Nor do I participate in safety first routines… I fight for now, I fight for the cause and more significantly I fight for myself.”

Tapping his chest with his right hand Derek continues.

“Do not even think of standing there and saying that you can out power me or out wrestle me because you are stronger, because you’re known for being undefeated or a glorified champion. Strength does not come from victory, strength is built from your past struggles, when you can walk throw the valley of the dead and you choose not to surrender that’s when you can call yourself strong that’s when you can call yourself a fighter… that’s when you are truly unbeatable. Anyone can win it’s repeating the motion that makes the point valid. You see a man can win a battle with cancer but that does not mean he wins the war of impending death… time runs out for everything… everything has an expiry… some dates just come a lot faster then others. Winning isn’t everything it’s the will to win that is measured… in my case this Sunday the glass is half full because my will is a lot stronger because I have a commitment to honour… I have a purpose that must be fulfilled. Commitment is a big part of who I am in the ring, how committed are you to standing up for what you believe in? How committed are you to being trustworthy? To being successful? How far will you go to prove your bonds? Your ties and your vows? There is moment every morning when you look into the mirror that’s when you should be asking yourself are you committed enough to handle the outcome? I know the outcome the outcome is strength and in strength I am plentiful. Come this Sunday I will show you all why I need to win why I need to have the sweet taste of victory on my lips… I do not measure winning via a three count I measure winning by the method of a point being proven.”

Not much to report here as Derek just continues to eye the camera licking his lips.

“Thatcher and John a mistake is always forgivable but rarely excusable your mistake will be entering the pen with me at Climax Control… at Climax Control it will be the end of the shadowing doubt of my debut… all that matters is that in the end it doesn’t matter how smart you both are it is far better to be wise… and now your cause… come Climax Control you will suffocate to the Cause of devastation you will suffer at hands of the Thorne…”

With that said and done the camera slowly pans out and away from Derek’s face, the promotional debut had been handled…

Pages: [1]