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On The Flight To China
“Hey, jackass! You can’t keep me stowed away forever! I hope you know that!”
The flight to China is already proving to be a long one. While Gabriel was once again headed elsewhere for the week, the rest of the Sins were on their way to Beijing for the next Climax Control. The only one in the group who had a match, of course, was Rage, and while it should satisfy him knowing he’ll be able to let of some steam, he the big man was remaining relatively quiet. Cue Despayre and Angel! They were seated directly behind Rage, along with Synn, and as usual on any flight the Sins took, Despayre was doing everything and anything to antagonize the angry one of the group. Normally it would work, but this time, Rage just ignored Despayre’s antics, and instead chooses to keep his eyes closed, not saying a word.
“I don’t know, Angel.” Despayre says to his bestest teddy bear friend. “I’ve tried everything else! I don’t think that will work, either!”
Synn turns his head and looks at Despayre, raising an eyebrow. “Care to fill me in on what you two are talking about?”
Despayre looks at Angel, then to Synn. With a shrug of his shoulders he says, “Oh alright! This!”
Despayre then jumps up from his seat, and leans on the back of Rage’s seat. He then proceeds to lick his finger and give the now silent big man a “wet willy”! Now normally, that would shock and anger the big man enough to the point he we would jump out of his seat and yell at Despayre. This time, however? Not a response! Rage doesn’t move so much as an inch.
”Oh that was just disgusting! And look at you! You’re just sitting back and letting him make a fool of me…you…us! Come on, man! Let me out, would ya?!”
”If I responded to the boys antics, that would be giving him what he wants. That is not what I do. Sooner or later, he’ll give up and leave me alone.”
”**laughs**Whatever you say, bud. You don’t know him like I do. He won’t give up.”
Having gotten no response or acknowledgement from Rage, Despayre plops back down into his seat, folding his arms across his chest and pouts. He looks at Angel and says, “Told ya! I don’t know what’s wrong with him!” Despayre turns and looks at Synn. “What’s wrong with him?”
Synn looks over the seat at Rage. He sees Rage has his eyes closed. “I think he’s sleeping, Joshua. Maybe it’s best to leave him sleep for now.”
”Ha! I’m most definitely not sleeping.”
Despayre shrugs. “But I thought he would wake up!”
“I don’t think he’s been getting much sleep as of late, though. I’m sure he’s exhausted.” Synn replies.
“Oooh..Okay then!”
”Damn it, Synn, I’m not sleeping! I’m trapped in here and this piece of shit won’t let me out!”
”You do realize that he can’t hear you, right? Nobody can…Well, nobody except me, and sorry to disappoint you, Jake, but you’re staying right where you are.”
”Would you quit calling me Jake! That’s not who I am, damn it! Now let me the fuck out of here already!”
A smile creeps over Rage’s face, as the battle inside himself continues. Behind him, Synn notices this, but chooses to remain silent and just observe the big man. Rage still doesn’t move an inch.
”You really need to admit to yourself who you are. You are Jake Sullivan. A scared lonely little boy who tragically lost his family all those years ago.”
”Go to hell asshole! I’m not Jake Sullivan anymore. I haven’t been Jake Sullivan since I was ten years old!”
Rage lets out a low chuckle, as Synn eyes him suspiciously behind him. He folds his arms across his chest.
”As long as you keep up with this denial, you will never truly win this battle and you know it. As for me going to hell…Well, if I go, you go, so what say you to that? Huh? Besides, I’m fairly sure we’re both already headed that way anyway, and if not, we will be with what I have in store.”
”You’re really starting to piss me off. I don’t get how you expect people to believe that you’re me! You’re acting too…calm…too relaxed! If you don’t let me out soon, they’ll only send me straight to the damn nuthouse with the way you’re acting.”
”Correction. The way you’re acting. You may be, pissed off as you call it, but my actions will speak volumes as to just which one of us is the true Rage around here. Instead of throwing your little fits like you do all the time, I’m using every little thing everyone does and says to my advantage. Their words…their actions…it will all come back to bite them in the ass. I plan to give them all a preview of what is to come this Sunday when I face that nobody, Xenos.”
As the war rages on(pun intended) in Rage’s mind, he starts to twitch. He grunts and growls, as the fight for control takes over, and Synn watches on, just moments away from speaking up.
”You know what…that’s it! You’re done. Do you hear me?! DONE! I’m taking control RIGHT NOW and there’s not a damn thing you can do to stop me! Whether you think so or not, I’m strong enough, and I’ll be the one to take care of Xenos. Not you! Get the fuck out!”
Both his hands move up to his head, and his eyes clench shut as the fight for control continues. His breathing increases, and his growling grows louder as he now has the attention of every one of the Sins on board the flight. Despayre clutches Angel close to him, looking at Rage cautiously, and Shane and Fantasia watch on in concern. Shane is ready to approach the big man, but Synn holds his hand up, stopping him.
“Don’t, Shane.” He says. “I will handle this. Joshua, go by Shane and Fantasia for a few minutes.”
“But—“ Despayre tries to argue.
“Please go.” Synn says. Despayre shrugs his shoulders and stands up from his seat and walks over to Shane and Fantasia. Rage continues to twitch, almost convulsing at this point, and Synn approaches him cautiously. A flight attendant has stepped from behind the curtain, having observed the situation from a distance.
“Sir, is everything—“ Synn holds his hand up, silencing the flight attendant.
“He’ll be fine, miss. If we need your assistance, I’ll call for you.” Synn tells her. She glances at Rage nervously, and reluctantly walks away. She stops at the curtain, turning around to keep an eye on the situation.
Synn approaches Rage cautiously. Rage’s hands have now moved from his head, to grasping both armrests on either side of his seat. His eyes are still clenched shut, and he’s grasping the armrests so tight, his knuckles have nearly gone white. Synn grabs a hold of Rage’s shoulder, causing the big man to flinch, and his eyes to jolt open. His body goes rigid, and he looks around him, first at Synn, then back towards Shane, Fantasia and Despayre.
“Rage, what is going on with you?” Synn asks with concern.
“Huh?” Rage replies. “Nothing…I’m fine. I was just having a nightmare that’s all.”
Synn stares at Rage, not convinced. “Don’t lie to me. That didn’t look like a nightmare to me. You were practically seizing in your seat.”
Rage can’t help but laugh, and he finally relaxes a little in his seat. Synn continues to look at him questioningly, waiting for his response.
“Haven’t you ever heard of night terrors, Synn?” Rage says. “Look, I’m fine, okay? I’m just exhausted being on this tour, and I told you I haven’t been sleeping much lately. I’m fine.”
Synn shakes his head. “I don’t believe you. When we land in China, I think you should see one of the doctors.”
Rage shakes his head vehemently. “No. Absolutely not. I’m fine, Synn. I don’t know how many times I need to tell you. I’ve got a match on Sunday, and if Mark Ward or Christian Underwood think there is something wrong, they could cancel the match and I do not want this match cancelled. I might not be facing who I want to face, but a match is a match. So no doctors.”
Synn takes in a deep breath, shaking his head again. “I shouldn’t even listen to you with what we all just witnessed, but I’m telling you right now, Rage. If at any point this happens again, I will go to either Mark or Christian and make sure they don’t book you in any matches until whatever is going on with you gets sorted out. Do not think that I am joking either.”
Rage nods his head. “Relax, it won’t happen again.”
“I hope not. I’ll be watching you.” Synn says, before turning around and returning to his seat. Despayre returns to his seat moments later. Rage looks behind him to Shane.
“You sure you’re okay, mate?” Shane asks.
Rage gives him two thumbs up. “I’m fine, Shane.”
Shane shrugs his shoulders, then sits back in his seat without saying another word. Rage did the same, and closed his eyes.
”This is not over, Jakey boy. I will get control back, and soon. Do not get used to this freedom.”
”Bring it on, bud. I’m stronger than you think.”
Rage clears his throat, then positions himself to as comfortable a position in his seat as he possibly can, before drifting off to sleep, while Synn continues to watch him like a hawk.
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Beijing, China…Rage’s Hotel Room
Rage was passed out sleeping on the bed when the knock came on his hotel room door. He lay flat on his stomach, with one arm draped over the side of the bed, and his snoring was an indication that he wasn’t even close to waking up anytime soon. Outside the door, Carly Athens remained seated against the wall. She would wait as long as it took, but she was not leaving until she and Rage had a conversation.
An hour would go by before any movement came from the big man inside the room. Not just any movement, either. He jolted out of a deep sleep, falling off the bed in the process, and landing on the floor with a thud. He nearly hit his head on the end table beside the bed, but was lucky enough not to have. He looked around, almost in a daze to his surroundings.
“Holy shit. I really need to start getting more sleep.” He runs his hand over his bald head, and gets back to his feet. His stomach growls loudly, telling the big man he needs food, and he doesn’t ignore it. Rage grabs his room key off of the desk, and heads for the door. When he opens the door, he is surprised to see Carly seated on the floor beside it, but she is apparently fast asleep.
“Carly?” He says, trying to get her attention. The only response she gets is a low tired moan, and her head turns to the side as she remains asleep.
Rage places his room key in his pocket, then kneels down, scooping Carly up in his arms. She is apparently exhausted, as even this doesn’t wake the red-headed Bombshell. Rage turns around, heading back inside his room, and walks her over to the bed. He sets her down on the bed, and she rolls over on to her side, dropping Rage's shirt and the chain she had planned to return to him. Rage bends down, picking both of them up, studying the chain quizzically.
"Hmm..And here I thought I left this on the cruise." He says to himself, before placing both the shirt and the chain on the end table. He pulls the sheet over Carly, then walks over to the chair on the other side of the bed and takes a seat, and just watches her sleep.
"What do you think you're doing? Why did you bring that woman in here?"
"I wasn't going to just let her sleep on the floor out there. Stay out of it, would ya?"
"It doesn't matter how many times you tell me, I'm not going away. You don't realize what this woman is doing to you, do you?! You're letting her turn you soft! That is why I need to step in. Trust me when I say that if you do not get rid of this woman, I'll handle the situation myself."
On the bed, Carly takes in a deep breath. She says something in her sleep, but Rage can't make out what she said.
"Is that a threat? Are you really making a threat against Carly? You won't fucking touch her, do you understand me?"
"**laughs**Ooh what is this I sense, Jake? Do you really care about the lovely Carly? Are you finally going to admit your feelings to yourself? I mean, we all know how she feels about you."
"This has nothing to do with how I feel about Carly, asshole. It has everything to do with you threatening her, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna let that happen."
Rage leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees. He just stared at Carly sleeping in his bed, and wondered. For weeks now he had been "seeing" Carly...seeing every bit of her in fact. He had never intended for it to be more than it was, but was what his demon telling him true? Did his attraction to Carly go beyond just the physical aspect of their relationship? He was still trying to figure that out.
"Nothing I say should be taken as threats, boy. They are promises. Promises that I intend to keep. It doesn't matter if it is aimed at your precious girlfriend, or your opponent this week..or even that vile piece of shit, James Shark. They will ALL fear me once I am through with them. And hopefully lovely Carly will come to her senses."
Shit...James Shark. Rage had temporarily forgotten about that little...well, BIG problem, that had decides to show his ugly face in SCW. He'd address James Shark in due time, though. Just then, on the bed, Carly opens her eyes, running her hand through her hair. She looks around the room, then at Rage, a hint of a smile appearing on her face.
"How long have I been sleeping?" She asks, sitting up in the bed
"Not long enough."
"I don't know honestly. I was headed downstairs to get some food and found you sleeping against the wall out there. What were you doing out there anyway?" He replies, ignoring his demon's response in his head
"I thought you'd want your shirt and chain back. I was going to just leave them outside the door, but I wanted to see you." Carly replies, grabbing Rage's shirt and chain off the table and places them in her lap.
"You shouldn't be here." Rage says, shaking his head.
"Well done, boy! Well done indeed!"
Carly looks on the verge of tears as she throws Rage's things beside her on the bed and stands up. "Fine. I guess I'll leave."
She turns to walk away, and Rage bolts up from his chair.
"Hey, wait a minute now!" He says, walking up to her and grabbing her arm. "I said you shouldn't be here, not that I don't want you to be here."
"Bad choice, boy. I'll make sure she runs scared."
Carly pulls her arm from Rage's grasp, looking at his face. The circles under his eyes were darker than the last time she had seen him.
"If this is your way of trying to scare me off, it won't work." She says. "Ever since you lost the title you've changed, but I'm here for you. I want to help you."
Carly goes to touch his face, but Rage takes a step back remembering his demon's warning
"Carly, you're not safe around me. Not anymore." He tells her. The tone of his voice is different. It's a tone we've neve heard coming from The Sin of Wrath.
"Maybe you should let me decide that for myself, Rage." Carly replies, folding her arms. "You even admitting that shows you care more about me than you're willing to admit!"
"Your time is up, boy. It's time for me to take control of this situation once and for all."
"I can't explain this right now, Carly. I need time to figure things...Shit!" He stops midsentence, grabbing a hold of his head. "Carly...you need to...get out of here."
Carly takes a step towards him, growing concerned. "No. What's wrong? Please, let me help you."
Rage drops to his knees, still grasping his head, and begins rocking back and forth. Carly kneels beside him, placing a hand on his back. This startles him, and he jumps away from her.
"No, Carly!" He shouts. "Get out of here now! I'll try and explain later. Just get the fuck out of here before he hurts you!"
Carly looks at Rage, confused. "He? Who's he, Rage?"
"It doesn't matter right now!" His voice gets louder. "Just...please go!"
The battle ensues as his demon fights to get free. He stares at Carly, and the look in his eyes shows...fear?! Yes, he's afraid, and seeing that look in his eyes is enough for Carly. She gets to her feet, and backs away.
"I'm not giving up on you, Rage. You need help, and I'll be here no matter what."
The look in Rage's eyes changes in a split second. A sadistic smile grows on his face, as the demon takes control.
"We'll see what I can do to change that lovely Carly." He says, slowly rising to his feet. Carly shakes her head, and quickly turns and walks out of the room though not out of fear. She does it because Rage had told her to. She wasn't afraid because she knew that wasn't Rage.
"I swear...If you lay a finger on her I'll make sure its your last."
"I accept the challenge, Jakey boy. Do not underestimate me."
Rage cracks his neck, and then his knuckles as he stares at the door, not movingan inch.
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I'm going to make this quick and sweet. No need to waste my time on someone who isn't worth it, because I have more important matters to deal with. This match I've been thrown in is nothing but a joke, but a joke I plan to take full advantage of. You see, I've gone from being the SCW Heavyweight Champion to facing some new guy who has only shown his face one time...ONE TIME!
Xenos, I don't know who you are, or even WHY you came to SCW, but your time hereis about to be shortlived. You see, you're about to be used as a message...a message to not only all of SCW, but a certain loud mouthed prick who wants to fight me. Now, I wish I could say that prick is Nick Jones, but it's not. No, the one I am referring to is one James Shark. Mr. Trash Talk Royalty himself. Xenos, you really will not be in a very good place on Sunday.
Xenos, all this anger...all this frustration...It will all be unleashed on YOU on Sunday. I wish I could say I'm facing someone who actually deserves to fight me. Someone who shows their face and proves they want to be here, but I guess you'll do. I'll end you shortlived SCW career before it even has a chance to really begin, and I'm hoping Shark pays close attention to this match...to every move I make, because very soon, he'll be on the receiving end of my wrath. And its not something he really should joke about.
Shark, I know you're watching this. I know you're taking in every word, and you're probably laughing. That's okay, because you're just making a big mistake if you are. You want to fight me? You want to say I'm a little girl and that I duck fights? Think what you want asshole, because when I face Xenos, I'm going to be picturing your face. I'm going to pretend it's you in that ring, and not that non-existant waste of space.
I want you to listen closely as I make Xenos beg me to spare his life. I want you to watch the look in my eyes as I tear Xenos apart and break his bones. Watch closely Shark, because whether you think so or not, that WILL be you very soon. You like to talk an awful lot, and I plan to be the one to silencs you once and for all. For weeks now you've wanted to fight me. You've tried to piss me off enough to go to that now defunct fed you were in. You almost pulled it off...almost, Shark.
But now you've come to your senses haven't you? You've gotten the balls to join a fed you were so against in the beginning. Way to go. I applaud you for that because it was a brave move on your part. You see I'm going to admit something to you Shark. You're one tough son of a bitch.
Yes, I said that. And I only admit that because I almost feel sorry for what I'm going to do to you. Again...almost. People love to hate you, Shark. You're right...They pay money to see you, because you put yourself in the spotlight. You MAKE people see you, but guess what? This fight you so desperately want...I'm going to make you regret it just as much. I promise you that.
Pay close attention to what I do to Xenos, Shark. Because after him...You're next!