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With the mysterious child’s videos being shown at Sin City Wrestling events, depicting the unexpected return of Lucian Frost, no one was sure what to expect when he made his in-ring return a few weeks ago. Luckily for Lucian he came out victorious, against the Dutch warrior Goth, turning the tables on him to pick up a moral boosting victory. Now he faces the self proclaimed “Bad Boy of Professional Wrestling” Matthew Barnes, a man who he encountered a few weeks ago, aiding the defenceless Lucas Darby at the penultimate end of their encounter. With most peoples focus on the main event, and other title defences, the match may not be considered important. However in the eyes of Frost and Barnes, the consequence of this match may shape the future of the SCW in one way or another, proving to the promoters of SCW that the winner could be one to watch.
Chapter: 009
Title: What makes a man..
Date: 1st June 2012
Location: Somewhere in Nevada.
The rain continues to pour down; puddles forming at the side of the road, the darkness of the clouds engulf the afternoon’s sky. A mysterious figure walks around the corner of the building, hands in pocket and hood covering the face, the figure walks along the drowned sidewalk as a passing car sprays rainwater over the feet. The person walks up a set of concrete steps up to a door, they pull out a pair of leather gloves out of the jacket pocket, placing them carefully onto each hand making sure they’re not going to slip off. Slowly opening the door and stepping inside cautiously, careful to not make any noise whatsoever, the water drips off the jacket and the shoes squelching under each step. In the distance the sound of blaring music can be felt vibrating throughout the entire building. As soon as they reach the door, a small glass port window is at eye level, they pear through to see that the building they’ve entered is one of a nightclub. Scantily dressed women and men trying there luck are on the dance floor, a mixture of multi-coloured strobe lighting flickers throughout, the bar is rammed with patrons wanting to get served before the others. The person standing the other side of the door lowers the hood to reveal that it is Lucian Frost, only he isn’t in his traditional all-in-one suit, instead the mask he wears is just a white skull that covers his face; his long black hair drapes over his face all drenched leaving small pellets of water to run down the mask.
For Lucian it is the first time in a long time he hadn’t worn his traditional suit, ever since his brutal attack all those years ago, he’d never felt comfortable with the way he was with the scars physically and emotionally. But today he had seen someone he’d not seen in a very long time, a person who changed his world for the better, someone who introduced the light in his eternal darkness of life.
Melissa Chapel.
His upbringing would be considered normal in the eyes of some, he had a small handful of friends from all walks of life, and one of those friends would be the one that changed his aspects of life. Melissa Jane Chapel. She never considered herself to be beautiful, nor did she consider herself to be interesting or popular, but there was only one person who’d make him smile laugh and indulge him so much like Melissa did. Lucian considered her to be his best friend. No one could equal or exceed her in any way, her eyes would stop a hundred men dead in their tracks, her beauty would light up an entire continent, and there would only be one person to capture his heart like this. As Lucian stands there scanning the faces of the people in the room, reflecting back at his feelings for this one person, he’d remembered the one hollowing thought that overclouds every enlightening memory. He’d never told her how he truly felt. A regret that lingers to this very day, his entire body feels numb as that sinking feeling happens, the one person he’d truly loved will never know how he’d felt and what would of happened if the events of that fateful day happened.
Lucian’s whole world came to a halt as his eyes gazes upon her; she stands at the edge of the dance floor holding a glass of wine, dressed so beautifully in a black sequined dress and her hair let down, she is with what looks like a group of girl friends. His heart begins to pump faster, each intake of breath gets faster, and all he wants to do is walk up to Melissa and sweep her off her feet. But the reality of it all is that the one thing is hindering him, the one thing that makes him unique, the skulled mask that he wears. Lucian pulls off his gloves, lifting his hand up to touch the newly designed mask, feeling the indents of the leather and feeling through his eye hole to the skin beneath. The rough edges of the scars, his horridly marked face would scare anyone away with one quick glance; his life depends on no one ever seeing his true form. He presses his skull face up against the glass with his eyes fixated on Melissa, who looks so happy amongst her friends, sharing a dance with a few of them. He notices that a guy walks up to her, lifting his head up to see that Melissa isn’t interested, but the guy persists with him grabbing her arm. Lucian’s heart begins to boil, wanting to kick the door down, run across and unleash all sorts of hell on him. Melissa manages to break free, placing her drink on a nearby table and heads to the exit, Lucian watches her leave only to see that the guy is following closely behind. Without a moments hesitation he backtracks on himself, running down the hallway and out of the door he’s entered the building from, the rain continues to rain down as he jumps down onto the soaked sidewalk.
Melissa walks out of the nightclub, the queue is getting wet as the bouncer ushers a few more people in, she looks for a taxi but there is none available. She begins her walk down the sidewalk, unbeknown to her that the random guy is following in close pursuit, walking down a dark alley to the main street. The man used this as a great opportunity as he runs, grabbing the arms of Melissa, swinging her around to pin her up against the wall. Melissa goes to scream but the man places his hand across her mouth, smiling as with his other hand he begins to rub up and down her arm; she is paralysed with fear as the man’s hand gets lower to rub the outer thigh and begins to lift the dress up. Melissa cannot believe this is happening to her as she fears the worse. But all of a sudden from out of nowhere the man is flung backwards into the adjacent wall, a mysterious black figure stands over him, Melissa wipes away the tears and tries to compose herself as the mysterious man lifts him up and begins to pummel him. The man that tried the attack slides down the brick wall, blood trickling from his nose and mouth, breathing heavily as he passes out. Melissa stands very scared by the wall as the mysterious figure turns to face her, the sight of the bright white skull mask makes her heart beat even fast, her first experience of Vegas has left her fearful of her life.
“You are safe now” Lucian says in a subtle voice. These are the first words he has said to her since the two of them spent all night playing video games. “He won’t hurt you no more” As he finished his sentence, he kicks the midriff of the attacker. “go back home..”
“I know that voice” Melissa says cautiously, taking a step forward to get a better view of the mysterious man before her, she tries to look at his eyes but Lucian looks up and down the alley. “Why do I know your voice?” she questions as she takes another step forward. “Who are you?”
Lucian could smell the perfume she was wearing, it was so enticing that he’s wanted to lean forward and kiss her beautiful lips; however reality again dawns upon him as he places his hand on his mask. “It doesn’t matter who I am” Lucian murmurs “Now go”
Melissa places her hand on the mask, trying to get a good look at his eyes, but Lucian closes them as for the first time in a long time he’d felt at peace.
“You are so familiar” Melissa begins “For some reason I feel…” her face looks very puzzled but a small smirk begins to appear at the corner of her mouth “..safe” a full grown smile appears on her face. Deep inside Frost wanted to say the same. The smile turns back to a grin as the next sentence would shock Frost. “I haven’t felt like this since I lost someone I cared about..” Melissa lets out a sigh “..My Lucian”
Lucian is left speechless as the regret he has comes to fruition. The memory that would carry him through all the hardships, during his transition from Lucian the boy to Lucian the masked enigma, the one memory that would take him into another gear was the thought of Melissa. The sound of sirens is heard, Melissa turns to see the flashing lights reflecting on the wall further down of the alley, as Melissa turns back around to the mysterious person he had vanished. Melissa looks up and down the Alley but there is nothing. A squad car pulls up with the attacker lying in a pool of blood, Melissa is greeted by a couple of police officers, Lucian Frost watches on from a balcony high above. The rain continues to pour down, he racks his fingers through his long hair, nothing could shake the feeling of regret from his body as the true love of his life stands below him. Lucian closes his eyes feeling so helpless before the sound of thunder is heard, a bolt of lightning cracks down not to far away, this was ample time for Lucian frost to completely disappear.
Title: What makes a man..
Date: 4th June 2012
Location: Unknown.
Ever since the chance encounter with someone from his past, Melissa Chapel, he had restless nights sleep as a majority of scenarios keeps replaying in his mind like an old movie. His heart lay heavy inside of his chest, his mind that should be focused on the up and coming event, In The Void, was further from the fact as his mind is more active than ever. The only thing for Frost to do is return to hollowed ground and put to rest some of the demons. Travelling back to the place he grew up wouldn’t be easy, he had been beaten and left for dead, ridiculed and his name trodden in the dirt, Lucian had been running for far too long and it’s time for him to put his past to rest. Seeing familiar sights he had grown up to love, the old sights he’d recognise, faces that looked so young to him now appearing to show their age, the town he’d once love feels so cold and unwelcoming. Lucian stands in the street he grew up in, looking at the once picture-esc suburban house now appeared run down, Lucian walks up to the window and peers in to see his parents sitting together on the sofa. He looks at the graffiti that is embedded on the front of the house, derogatory remarks about himself, causing his parents to live like hermits. The rumours, that where spread by the people who deformed him, has left an everlasting echo on his parents lives.
As the sun goes down for another night, Lucian casually wonders along the embankment to where he was maliciously attacked, flashbacks keep crossing his mind from the view of the sharp blade to the sadistic looks from the attackers, he closes his eyes and falls down on his knees. If it wasn’t for the attack then his life would be normal, he’d be able to leave the house with a smile, able to walk down the sidewalk would being judged, his dreams hopefully coming true without hiding underneath a mask. Lucian grips hold of the soil in both hands and lets out an almighty yell of frustration and anger. Tears roll down his cheek as he begins to dig a small hole using his hands, a cyclist bikes past without noticing the mysterious Frost, as soon as the hole is deep enough he pulls items out from his jacket pocket. A Photograph of himself as a child, bandages he’d used to disguise the horrid markings on his face, his first wrestling mask given to him by Emilio and the necklace he had brought Melissa. Lucian covers the hole up and stands up just staring at it. Tears continue to trickle down his cheeks as he walks away from the embankment, his heart sunk and the feeling of loss a predominant feeling, Lucian the boy died here a long time ago and the rebirth of the man known as Lucian Frost arose.
Having spent the majority of the next day in the library, reading the newspaper articles about the attack and rumours, Lucian managed to find out where the majority of the people who attacked him hang out. That night at the local bar, faces that have haunted him for many years leave, looking at each of there faces bring on flashbacks of the attack. As they walk up to their car the street light begins to flicker, the neon sign outside of the bar explode leaving bright sparks landing nearby, the group circle around to see if they can see who’s responsible but one by one they disappear. The distant sound of screams and blood curdling yells can be heard, leaving the mastermind behind his hideous attack, Dominique, standing alone as the dark figure walks alongside of the car and stands facing Dominique.
“Do you remember me?” Lucian asks slightly out of breath.
“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?” Dominique screeches out, looking around to see if she can see any of her friends, but the only thin she can see is her cellular telephone on the floor. Dominique falls down on the floor to grab it but Lucian kicks the phone away from her.
“I said..” Lucian kneels down to see Dominique “..Do you remember me?” Lucian tilts his head to the side to study the reaction of the young women.
“NO! PLEASE…please…Don’t hurt me! I Beg you!” Dominique begins to blubber “I’ll do anything…and I mean anything! PLEASE!”
Lucian shakes his head in disgust, letting a pitiful laugh out, grabbing a hold of the long blond hair of Dominique. “It’s funny, when I called out for forgiveness I never got it..” the realisation of who it is suddenly comes on Dominique’s face. “..and you know what they say?!” Lucian leans forward and whispers “karma is a bitch!”
A couple of days later Lucian Frost stands in his room, in his hand he is holding a local newspaper article, the main page is the main focus as he reads the headline once again. Eight people attacked on embankment he places the newspaper on his perfectly made bed as the feeling of some sort of satisfaction fills his body. He knows it won’t give him back his life, nor will it truly feel justified, however Lucian feels that some of the demons can be put to rest in his mind as he looks at his masked self in the mirror before he glances at the last part of the article.
..It isn’t the first vicious attack on the embankment. In late 2010 Lucian Frost was brutally attacked and left to die. The investigation did not lead to any arrests, however Detective Inspector Leo Edwards stated they where ‘close’ to naming the culprits.
Title: What makes a man..
Date: 9th June 2012
Location: Las Vegas, Nevada.
With the massive Supercard just around the corner, the Earl Wilson Stadium has been heavily promoting the event with flyers and posters, the baseball team are doing their morning practice as Lucian Frost is seen sitting on the back row od the stadium, looking down at the baseball players honing their skills and preparing for their match. Lucian is wearing his all-in-one wrestling suit with the modified mask on top of his normal one. A camera man, representing the SCW, zooms in onto Lucian who begins to speak directly looking into the camera.
“The last time I walked into a massive show presented by the SCW I was holding the newly instated Roulette Championship, I was the first person to hold it and I was the first person to successfully defend it. Not many champions can say that, I mean look at the current Roulette Champion for example, Casey Williams, he maybe on course to win the crown as a triple crown winner however how many successful title defences did he have a tag champions? The answer is zero. I have nothing against Casey, don’t get me wrong, I was using it as a mere example of how significant my statement is of being a champion and successfully defending it. How I’d rather be remembered than having multiple reigns as different champions and not having anything to back it up with… Oh I held the tag titles, fair enough I didn’t defend it successfully but I was a champion for a short while… I was a champion who walked into multiple championship matches and numerous times I walked out successful, making the Roulette Championship a wanted piece of property. A championship worth holding! Now there is my opponent at Into the Void who has said that I’m a psycho, that he is the true-talent of the SCW, that he is going to make the SCW into something ‘he can’… lets hope you where paying attention to the beginning of my statement when I said I am an inaugural champion here, that I had my hand in making the Roulette Championship worthy of holding, so far Matt you’ve done nothing significant only trying to justify why you continued the attack on Lucas, as well as saying I’m a psycho!”
“Being psycho means I’m crazy and insane, a psychopath… I chose to help someone who needed help, how is that being crazy? Because I was interfering in your ‘business’? that I was crazy to try and stop you? Maybe I must be crazy to interfere with your business, maybe I should of stopped a wrestler who doesn’t need to comfort of knowing they can go to the owners for help, sort of like a child that needs guidance, if they’re not happy they’ll come up and state why they’re not happy.. do you need your hand held by the owners? Do you need that comfort knowing you can complain and state you’re the right person to lead the SCW into the forefront of success here? I didn’t ask for a shot for the roulette championship, I got my opportunity and earned it, Bo Dreamwolf has done the exact same thing from earning his shot at the roulette championship and look at him now, in the forefront of perhaps being the next heavyweight champion. Perhaps Matthew you should earn yourself a shot here, instead of going off to the nearest adult because you don’t like things!”
“If you beat me Matt Barnes, you could earn that opportunity in the SCW…then again how would it feel if you defeated me, as you put it as a “retarded superhero” and being mentally handicapped… is that how you’d like to be remembered? Beating a “retarded” man, or maybe lets turn the coin the other way… WHAT IF you lost to the “retarded superhero?” what then for the so-called bad-boy of wrestling? Where is your credibility then?”
Lucian stands up and begins to step down the steps.
“You asked me why I aided Lucas Darby, even Lucas Darby is confused as to why I did it, I did what I did because I thought the need to do it.. nothing more, nothing less. I helped a wrestler who was in need when no one else would, it didn’t matter if it was you Barnes or someone else. I needed to show that I am back, not just a theatrical with the mysterious child VT’s, that I am back in the SCW to showcase the Frost of before. The frost who became champion, the frost who could of achieved anything that was put before him, I am now back at the bottom of the ladder looking to progress back up and that is a challenge I look forward too. I managed to defeat Goth and now I’m looking to give Matt Barnes a truly incredible match and hopefully by the end of the match my hand will be raised in victory, leaving Barnes wondering into the promoters offices complaining once more about the injustice of it all. Then again if he does his homework, or even listens to what I have said, then maybe he’ll realise that I was a champion for a reason. If he wants to get into the mind set of his opponent then go right ahead. I’ll look forward to seeing the results at Into the Void.”
“You say I’m clinically insane, retarded, mentally handicapped and a weirdo but not once do you say that I am a threat, that I am the man you are facing and the threat that I pose is more real than throwing names between one another. If you rather call me names and complain then go right ahead but hopefully you’ll realise that Lucian Frost isn’t what you say he is, that he actually potentially could defeat you, that the bad boy was tamed by the clinically insane and retarded wrestler . Matthew Barnes I hope you open your eyes come the supershow, because if you do not see the threat I potentially have then you’re defeated before you even stepped foot into that ring, you even said it yourself you don’t know who I am so lets hope the eyes are wide open and the man I face is ready otherwise the fans will remember this win by me and label you, the ‘bad boy’, as someone who couldn’t beat a so-called ‘mentally handicapped superhero’..”
Lucian Frost walks past the cameraman and heads towards the pitch, the Cameraman spins around but the mysterious man known as Frost had disappeared, the only thing remaining is the modified mask he had on is hanging on the cage mess. The mask all of a sudden bursts into flames with a poster of Into the Void plastered on the wall.