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Nothing like a relaxing drink after a strange day. You know, I get this horrible feeling that today isn't exactly over for me. It's in the afternoon and all I've done all morning is sit and field calls from television people, people who want me on their shows. Another guest staring episode in Supernatural, yes please, playing someone in CSI New York, sure, I can do that. A spy in Burn Notice, sign me up, hell I'm even considering playing a wolf in Teen Wolf, been a slight whirlwind for me if I'm honest, but with all the shit going on with the sins, the chaos and madness that has come to a head after two years, I know I got some difficult conversations coming up with Synn and Despayre. I might as well get those out of the way a little later and focus on these challengers at Into The Void - cool name by the way boss people, cool name.
I picked up the straight whiskey from the bar, looking down in to the glass
Whiskey? Me? What the hell am I playing at? I'm turning in to Synn here, dark promos, rants, and now whiskey? Am I losing who I am, or just improving?
I took a sip and replaced the glass on the bar, watching the bubble left by my lips, just burst. An uneasy feeling creeped over me.
That's weird, like someone just walked over my grave or something
"Gabriel?" A female voice behind me stole my attention
Ever had the feeling that turning around could be a huge mistake? I had to do it anyways
I turned around to see the one person I've been avoiding for weeks, Margaret, Despayre's mother.
Ok, you might think I'm a prick here but let's be fair about it, this woman left Despy in the nuthouse cause she didn't want him. I had no respect for this woman, I had no desire to wanna know her. Despy has bugged the living shit outta me to meet her, and every time I've ducked out before she got there, now, I'm trapped
"Can I buy you a drink?" She asked me politely
"No thanks" I replied as I stood up
"Gabriel wait!" She called out
I don't know why, but I froze in my tracks.
I don't wanna hear what she's gotta say to me, I have nothing to do with this woman who just appeared years later to piss with the flow of how things were going
"I didn't want Joshua finding out like that" She told me.
I spun around, my eyes burning with anger
"Lady" I started "I don't really give a fuck what you wanted, at the end of the day, you upped and left him, you pissed off and left him in that hell hole"
"It wasn't like that" She said quietly "Let me explain"
"You don't have to tell me shit, because I don't wanna listen" I snapped back
She sighed sadly at me, an emotion I was not expecting from her.
"Nothing happened the way you think, nothing happened the way Rowan might have told you" She said sadly
"Ro... Synn told me shit, but it's not hard to read between the lines and see what's going on" I said with a low tone "I used to make a living out of knowing who was an easy con, and the easy cons are the one's who are con artists themselves, you stink of con artist"
"If you listen to me, you'll see I'm not" She said to me with a tear running down her eye "Please listen to me, I want to be a part of my sons life."
Here's the deal with me. I'm not as stoney as Synn is, I'm not as cold as Rage, or distracted by looks, or voices telling me what to do. Despayre aside, I am the one with the emotions in the group, I'm the one who does sadly take time to listen. Also, I have no idea how to deal with crying chicks.
"Talk" I said defeated "But you don't deserve this time"
Margaret dried her eyes as the barman walked towards her. She pointed to my glass and the barman quickly fills it up from a bottle.
"Thank you" she said politely "I see Rowan has some kind of effect on you, you're drinking his poison"
I sighed
Synn the second right here
"Gabriel, Joshua had his accident when he was just four years old, Rowan was no longer in the picture, it was us. I sat there at his bedside twenty four seven, just watching him, without knowing what effects he would have when he came around again" she said to me with the tears once again flowing "I couldn't work, I didn't want to, I wanted to just be there for him. I didn't want to be anywhere else, but the money run out, I had to work to pay the medical bills"
I pick up the whiskey glass, taking a sip from it and replacing it back on the bar
"Wouldn't that be the perfect time to call Synn, let him know the deal? At that time, I would think Synn would have been in the prime of his career" I asked without really caring about an answer
"I would have looked like a gold digger Gabriel" She told me
And you don't now?
"It went beyond that, my parents were, well are, not nice people, very military, very strict, they never liked Rowan from the day they knew of him" She told me firmly "Can you blame them? They know his kind, but I went against them Gabriel, I tried to contact him on many occasions to tell him he had a son, I did everything I could to let him know about Joshua, but every time I did, my father blocked me one way or another."
"He can't just block you" I protested half-heartedly
"He's a judge in Canada, his influence across the county is far greater than anyone can really imagine" She informed me "Every attempt I made, he stopped me somehow. I tried to get to America, to find Rowan, to explain everything, but my father had me blocked at border control. I did everything"
"You put Joshua in Broodmore!" I said, my voice getting louder "Broodmore! Do you know what they do to people in that place? They torture people Margaret, they torture people as a way to try and make them better. They physically try to break someone's spirit and rebuild them from nothing in to their image of who someone should be. YOU put him there, you set him up for all those hellish hours getting hurt, you're responsible for that, no one else, you."
Tears roll down Margaret's face
Ignore them Gabriel, ignore them, you're getting through to her here
"It is, but I didn't know what they was doing to him, I didn't know the horror that happened after I left, I didn't know all the things they were doing" She told me
"You're meant to know! You're his mother for Christ sake" My voice got louder
She turned her head away from me
"He had to go in broodmore as a teen Gabriel, we had no choice with him. He was angry, he was violent, he was showing signs of full on insanity. The accident ruined who he was, took away his chance at being a normal teenager. Gabriel he could have killed someone if he wasn't sent there" Hurt rolls through her voice
I'm starting to believe this woman. Time to look for signs of bullshit
"He was not as good natured as you've come to know" I was informed "He was out of control, he was gonna hurt himself or someone else. I had to do it, but I didn't know what they was doing to him. It was my fathers idea for him to be there, he knew what was going on, I didn't have a clue what they were doing to him"
Margaret started to cry harder, forcing my hand slightly
I'm not sure she is lying
"You should have seen this when you went to visit him" I told her
Again, she turned away from me
"I tried seeing him in Broodmore, but they wouldn't let me. I went there every day to see Joshua, but they wouldn't let me see him, that's why I wrote that note to Rowan" She told me
I looked at her firmly, my eyes burning in to her.
"You're taking credit for writing that letter?" I said sarcastically "It came from your mother"
"It came from me" She told me firmly "I sent him the letter and picture of Joshua as soon as I went online and saw the reputation that Broodmore has. As soon as I found out about it, and what really went on, I fought to get him out. My father kept him under lock and key, I couldn't get anywhere near him. That's why I snuck out the picture of Joshua to Rowan. I knew that as powerful as my father is, I knew Rowan wouldn't back away, it was the only way I could get Joshua away from that horrible place. I had to do it, so I waited till I was at work and got that picture sent out and hoped Rowan could get him out of that hell hole. Which he did. I wrote him the letter to beg him to get Joshua out of that place"
She's really not lying, wow, Synn needs to sit and hear this thing
"When I heard Rowan had pulls Joshua from that horrible place, I was happy, my father was fuming, so I left Canada, I left to make up for lost time with Joshua. When he died, I just had to get away from Canada, so I did. I watched you two in the AWA, I watched you win belts in London with the AWA" She informed me
"And ya didn't wanna come and tell Despy who you was?" I said sarcastically "You decided to wait for another year before you let the shit hit the fan?"
Margaret sighed at me
"I couldn't just walk up to you and say 'Hi, I'm Joshua's mom' could I? Rowan wouldn't have let me see him than." She said quietly
"You're not exactly winning people over now, are ya?" I let the sarcasm leak from my voice
I pick up my drink and sip the dark whiskey inside
"Because no one believes me" Margaret tells me
"Well you've hardly built a stellar reputation for yourself, have you?" I replied quickly.
"I haven't" she replied "But that's why I'm here, I need to make up for it, for all those lost years Gabriel, I need to be with my son"
"So does Synn" I said quietly
"I want us both to be around Joshua" Margaret told me "But you believe me now, right? You're like a brother to Joshua, you believe me"
I nodded at her, standing up and putting my hand on her shoulder. I pick up my drink with my other hand and knock it straight back, before standing up and walking away
Ah my own penthouse in the Luxor. Very peaceful at times when people don't disturb me while I flake out
BANG BANG BANG!
Huge knocks on the door is heard, echoing through the evening dusk
Don't worry, I know who it is, I invited him here
I spring to my feet, walking over to the door and flicking down the handle, to show the sin of Wrath, Rage standing before me. I motion him in to my penthouse and Rage follows.
"What the fuck did you want?" Rage asked me gruffly "I was with these women and...."
"Yeah" I said sarcastically "Like I believe that"
Rage growled at me.
Let's take a second here to clear some stuff up about Rage. He stands for all the anger in the group. Ok, so sometimes he looks like he's the bitch of the group, beat up by gorillas, having cards thrown at his head or being mocked. We do this pretty much intentionally to keep that anger just bubbling right under the surface. It's a great place for it to be, just sitting there waiting for it to explode and rip someone's head off that he has to. For example, we've mocked him a little lately, but watch when he comes out at Into The Void, this man will take no shit at all. He's our enforcer and he does the job well, you fuck with a sin, Rage will kill you. Straight up rip your head off your shoulders and use it as a football
"Actually" I started "I need a ride somewhere"
"Since when did I become your fucking taxi driver?" He growls at me "You have that million dollar car down there, why can't you take that?"
"I've been drinking" I told Rage
Drink responsibly kids and don't drink and drive. Drink, then call Rage to drive
"Take a taxi" Rage instructs me
"I would, but I think I want you to kick some people in the bollocks on the way" I told Rage.
This seemed to brighten Rage's day. He loves to kick people in the bollocks, I mean really loves it
"Religious assholes?" Rage asks
"Religious arseholes" I said, being very English.
Rage cracks his knuckles
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Rage says, a devilish smile on his face.
I pick up my jacket and we move towards the door. I open it up for Rage, who strolls through the door, and I quickly follow him through and towards an elevator, shutting the penthouse door behind me. Rage reaches out for the button and hits it, impatiently tapping away at it. The doors open and he and I walk in to the elevators. The doors shut behind us and I hit for the garage level
"So where are these people?" Rage asks me, seemingly excited by possible confrontation.
"Well, they've been hanging around my car" I informed Rage. "Anyway, did you end up getting in touch with that Bianca chick? You know she so wanted you on twitter"
Rage looked down at me, growling at him, but I smiled at him.
"No idea what you're talking about" Rage said
"It's simple, she is hot, hot as hell, I mean double hot, but I'm not her type. She don't go for the smart, witty, great looking guys like me, she goes for guys like you" I tell Rage
"What's that supposed to mean?" Rage asks me loudly
"It means she likes angry, dangerous people. Like she'll watch you batter someone, then wanna hump your brains out. You make someone bleed, she makes you scream" I said with a smile. "Get what I mean?"
Rage clenched his jaw at me, his eyes narrowed.
"If I was a big angry guy, I'd go for her" I said casually
Rage chose to ignore me as he looks at the floor we're on. Eventually, it shows G, for Garage and the doors open. Rage steps out first and immediately a crowd of people, holding signs with "unholy" written on them. I look at Rage
"See what I mean?" I said.
Rage steps in front of me, and the crowd stop in their tracks.
"You lot need to get a life, or a clue" I tell the crowd. "You're not here because someone higher than you told you to be here, you're here because you chose to take a day from work, losing money, to stand in a parking lot, and wait for me to come out and tell you lot to fuck off."
I look up at Rage, but didn't have to say a word, Rage stepped forward, causing the protesters to take a huge step back. I look at Rage and smile at him.
"Where we going?" He asks me
"Stratosphere Tower" I tell Rage
The thought of going to the tallest building in Vegas doesn't phase Rage as he growls towards the protesters, sending them hurtling backward as we move towards Rage's car.
Looking down from the Stratosphere Tower....
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My eyes dart around at the nightlife below. Flickering lights of casinos, traffic, roads, I breathe deeply as I look around at the scene. The thoughts of the last few days have been running round my mind like nothing else. It's been an odd week, I got a lot of choices to make before too long but for now, I need to focus, I need to focus on all the shit said about me, all the stuff my opponents have said about me. I mean those know nothing religious people can go fuck themselves but I'm not focusing towards Aleksei Koji and Weapon-X.
"It's pretty obvious and blatant to see Weapon X's influences bleeding in to you already Koji. As soon as I saw your promo Aleksei, I knew it wasn't you, it was him, he's bleeding in to you already, and that Aleksei, is not a great thing, the man is poison. The man is poison and already taking over your stuff Koji. I watched your exhibition match Aleksei, I liked what I saw. You impress me in the ring Aleksei, regardless of your lack of success in SCW, I do view you as a talent, a force to be reckoned with in the future, but I think you need slightly more guidance than listening to Weapon X. I mean I think you're being deluded slightly, X is trying to make you seem like you two have a future as a team, like you're actually gonna defeat Despayre and I instead of the way things are gonna go. Picking out finishing moves, just time wasting, filling the awkward silence, but this will be your one and only shot at us, because you're done as a team Aleksei. We will end the team before it's started. X is taking you down the wrong path, you can't be tougher than us Aleksei, thinking that you can is just misleading. You need to look in the mirror and see Aleksei, we are not to be defeated as easily as you think, that will be a huge mistake. You're coming in this match blind."
The wind blows through my hair
"You seem proud to be a Romani Alexsei, which is proud. Most people keep that quiet for fear of being branded filthy, disgusting with no morals or personal hygiene. People don't see that Romani's are hard working fighters with the heart of a lion. People see the darkside of Romani's and their people, people see the gypo side of things and see you as a wrong un, but I refuse to sit there and look at that route, I like to look at the hard side to these people. I won't be underestimating you Aleksei, I know that you will be a tough opponent but I've dealt with tough opponents before and you will not be any different at all Aleksei."
I flick the hair out of my eyes
"I didn't underestimate you the first time Aleksei and I beat you. I beat you one on one, and X is not gonna make that much of a difference to rip the tag titles from my hand. You have already had a chance to take me on and you failed, I will get the double. I will defeat you again Aleksei. I do like your terminology Aleksei, about why a grifter doesn't hit the same mark twice, to some extent, you are correct, but as always, someone has to be an exception to the rule and well, that will be me. I don't have to sit there and fool you Aleksei, I'm gonna beat you without the tricks, without the magic, with the skill I have. It's not gonna be as easy as something like this"
I hold my hand up and pull a coin out of nowhere and hold it up to the camera.
"As impressive as you doing it Aleksei?"
With a wave of my fingers, the coin disappears again
"Now this, what you saw, is simple, but against us, is not gonna be as simple as you think. Look at the structure of your team Aleksei. You two just don't mesh, compared to you, your partner is as dull as dishwater, this just doesn't work for you Aleksei, you two don't match up, he's gonna drag that fun side out of you Aleksei, he already is. Honestly Aleksei, if it wasn't for the fact you picked X as a partner, I think you coulda partied with the sins, but that partner of yours Aleksei, he's made a habit of trying to piss us off, just to get himself noticed."
I look down at the blinking lights below
"X, I make no bones about this, or about you, I really don't like you in the slightest. You came here to get the tag division noticed in the NWA before they pissed on your cornflakes, I'd like to think objective done, because you got a few teams interested in it, well done to you. You clearly impressed the SCW bosses enough to bring you in, again, I understand why, your history speaks for itself and that much experience on a roster is always a plus, but again, you find yourself in our business and you know what, it's becoming slightly dull, along with your history lesson you seem to give on a constant basis. We get it, you have a history with half the NWA in the ring, you held god knows how many titles, blah, blah, blah. We all get it and we're all bored of it. We know they screwed you over eventually, but this is not the NWA, I couldn't give a flying fuck if you held every title, at the same time. This is Sin City Wrestling, THIS is the only place that matters, not whatever happened in the past. Simple fact is you've come up against those guys, that means nothing, you're now coming up against SCW guys, who are a cut above. If your knowledge of the business is as good as you claim, than you should know SCW is the fiercest roster in the entire wrestling world. This is not child's play, and you should know that by now, you need to focus here and now, not what you've done, or you will find your success limited."
A serious look crosses my face
"I'm sure you have bags of experience to pass on, but if you want to continue your career, I suggest you focus on us. You can't team with your wife, well boo hoo, grow a pair buddy, you can't sit there and have her hold your hand through everything, some things, you have to do on your own, you can't have her save your arse constantly. Moan and whinge all you want, but rules are there for a reason, this is something you gotta do with Aleksei now, you need your focus in one place, and that place is when you step up and attempt to take away our gold. Forget everything else, forget the fact your old lady can't hold your hand and Aleksei has been drafted in to do so, forget the idiotic notion that getting in a bar fight with your partner, gels you as a team, it really doesn't. If that was the case, everyone would be a team on a drunken Saturday night in London, doesn't work that why. Do you know why Sinful Obsession are successful? To the same extent as The Harkore Warriors are successful, continuality X, familiarity. It doesn't make a team to throw a couple of people together and let them get in a bar room brawl"
I look around the sights before me. Vegas looks great from this height
"You don't have to be family, you just need to work at it a lot, and well, your first match together could give you the ultimate prize. Not gonna happen because you're not ready. Go out and prove that you can team, go out and prove that you are good enough, that there's some chemistry there. You need to relax a little X, everything is rigid with you, strictly business. Maybe you should take a page from Aleksei's book, drink till your sick, get random chicks to flash their boobs at ya, have a good time and stop being a contradiction of yourself. You're Mr serious there, while wearing a stupid mask. You silly boy, pick a side and go with it instead of being a joke."
A soft growl came from my throat.
"You sit there and talk so much shit sometimes. Your missus needs to keep quiet at times. Trying to prove Despayre is weaker than I? Trying to spot weaknesses, let me tell you lady, we have no weaknesses. Thank you for looking at our greatest moments, but there is no weakness, we are strong, we draw power from each other and from the group. If you feel you can spot a weakness, you're just building up your husbands hopes for nothing, there is no weakness from us."
I clear my throat
"Thanks again X for another boring long winded history lesson on your tag team history, I'm sure we'll all sleep easier knowing that you teamed with an enemy, kidnapped and all around dick. The fact you're pissing on a tag team division I've worked hard in for months, is a disgrace. We may not have eight millions teams, but we have the best damn champions out of every tag division in the world, a team that will take on any team, anywhere to defend out titles. We fear no one, even people with more history than America. Even people who make idle threats. I mean seriously, your old man manager and wife with a couple of kendo sticks, can stop Rage, Synn, Shane, Kittie and Fantasia? Really? Rage alone would eat those two for breakfast, so son, get off the damn drugs, you're fooling no one. Wonder if SCW have a wellness thing, you're drugged up arse would be out the door X."
I look away from the sights of Vegas.
"Now I am impressed X, you took time away from bleating on about your own history to talk about mine. Congratulations, you learned we had management issues with AWA, sounds very much like you recently with your little history and squabbles with the NWA. I guess we're both guilty of being strong willed and head strong. I guess we do have something in common, eh X? I guess neither of us like bullshit. Oh wait, no one likes bullshit! Just to give you a little heads up to correct your mistakes, it wasn't the first sign of trouble, was about the third or forth. You see the truth is with that situation, there was a couple of dickheads that wanted to shit stir and cause trouble. Apparently there was gonna be a rebellion, which I was a part of, which was weird considering I've never spoke to the other guys. T'was not the owner that was the issue, just his brown nosing lackeys, don't ya just hate it when jealousy ruins a good thing? "
I turn around, using the Vegas skyline as my background
"I actually like a good insult match actually X. I get the feeling you do to. I pick up on people pretty quickly, here's what I get from you, feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, I don't mind holding my hands up if I am. You're the kinda guy that struggles to have an independent thought about an opponent. You like to listen to what people say and throw it back at them. You like to correct people to try and make you look superior to the rest. Am I wrong? To fill in the gaps, you like to ramble about history, talking about what you've done. No one gives a damn about RJ Harris, hell, no one knows who he is, but you seem to go on about him and the past a lot. 'when I was this' 'when I was that'. Newsflash, no one cares, no one cares when you was the big dawg, you're not anymore, no one cares when you had this belt, or that belt, or a belt to hold up your pants. Simply, no one cares"
I nod at the camera
"I have no doubt at all that Aleksei will be a better wrestler in the future, I have no doubt he will go on to big things, and there's no doubt he has a lot of respect in the locker room, I'm all for agreeing with you again, then you go name drop a dude called Jeff Manis, another guy no one knows or cares about. Focus X, focus! This is your big chance to stop being the idiot that rambles on about who he used to me, like an old town drunk. You got the chance X, do not blow it by talking shit about who you used to be, come show me who you are. You think I've been cruising along here, well I better get off my arse and kick yours."
I look down on the city once more, as the camera moves to the side of me.
"I wish the pair of you luck, because you're gonna need it.... believe that!"
The camera switches to darkness