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“War does not determine who is right - only who is left”
- Bertrand Russell
“It ends tonight!”
Lucian’s blood curdled battle cry is only laughed off by Carlos Duquesne, who stands at the top of the stairs in his traditional Italian suit, the sound of glass cracking under each step is the only sound as the monster Pernicious walks up behind Frost.
“My boy!” Carlos beams “It has only just begun!”
Pernicious hits Lucian with a hammer like punch, sending the cruiserweight down with an almighty thud, Lucian’s world begins to fade as Carlos steps down the stairs to look upon the fallen enigma.
“Grab his body” Carlos says as he pushes his foot into the masked face “our work has only just begun!”
+ + 2 0 M I N U T E S A G O + +
Carlos Duquesne has been enjoying himself since the acquisition of his newly acquired club, Club Atractivo, despite having some troubles by the former owner trying to detract business away. Pernicious dealt with that in no uncertain terms. The club was making money with the construction of a new VIP area almost complete, the old one would be used for paying customers; this one would strictly be for clientele and potential new talent for Duquesne Sports Agencies. The floor was vibrating underneath his feet as he stands in the clubs office, gazing out of the mirrored window to the party goers below him, Pernicious stands by the door with his breathing apparatus managing to drown the lyrics of the song out. Carlos turns away from the window with a smile on his face, stepping over the custom made leather sofa, sitting down and switching the flat screen television on to see the DVD playing Climax Control.
“I am really surprised” Carlos places the control back down on the small coffee table in front of him. ”especially of Mark Ward, the true visionary of the promotion, not so much Christian Underwood as his inept ability to spot talent is as acute as his taste in men!” Carlos smirks “that they haven’t tried to contact me about signing you, Pernicious, but J.J. Dixon has shown some interest which could tantalise our taste buds!”
Pernicious nods his head in agreement “It would be an opportunity” Carlos cannot help but think that his metallic voice sounding demonic at times as he continues to listen to his clients thoughts “but I want to do what I’m contracted to do and that’s destroy Lucian Frost!” Pernicious’ hands clench in anger “I don’t want the enigma to do his conjuring tricks on me!”
“Relax, my friend” Carlos turns to face him “I have finally managed to find out how…”
Before Carlos could finish, the silent alarm begins to sound, the television switches over to show many screens from the security cameras. Pernicious stands behind the sofa to see the screens. Carlos points to a screen showing Lucian Frost battling his way into the club.
“You’ll have your chance tonight” Carlos begins to slyly smirk “To relieve your tensions, if you will” Carlos gets up and walks over to the window, staff members are ushering the crowd out of the club, Pernicious leans over the back of the sofa to watch the screen with his fingers digging into the sofa in anger. “Take the stairs to your right, wait their until it’s just me and Frost”
“I CAN DESTROY HIM BEFORE THEN!” Pernicious spins on the spot to look at Carlos, his eyes bulging from his sockets, his breathing becomes more erratic.
Carlos lifts his hand up “NO” he slowly lowers it “Let this play out, I want him breathing and able to wrestle Blade Alexander!”
Pernicious very frustrated and unwilling to do as he is asked, he wants to open the door and absolutely wipe the floor with the little masked man, however Carlos seems to know what is best and listens to him. Carlos watches Frost take out some of the security on the dance floor, he walks over to the opposite door Pernicious took and begins to step down the steps to the VIP area, Frost stands in an attack position as Carlos reveals himself at the top of the staircase.
“IT ENDS TONIGHT!”
Lucian’s blood curdled battle cry is only laughed off by Carlos Duquesne, who stands at the top of the stairs in his traditional Italian suit, the sound of glass cracking under each step is the only sound as the monster Pernicious walks up behind Frost.
“My boy!” Carlos beams “It has only just begun!”
Pernicious watches Carlos do a slight hand movement, he nods as he hits Lucian with a hammer like punch, sending the cruiserweight down with an almighty thud, Lucian’ world begins to fade as Carlos steps down the stairs to look upon the fallen enigma.
“Grab his body” Carlos says as he pushes his foot into the masked face “our work has only just begun!”
+ + 2 0 M I N U T E S A G O + +
Lucian Frost had been feeling the effects by the attack by Pernicious a week ago, his neck had been damaged but to what extend he’d rather not find out, he’s continuing to wrestle without the clearance of medical staff. This was all down to one man, Carlos Duquesne, if he accepted his response then this scenario would never have happened. His determination to get what he wants would prove to be Lucian’s downfall, costing Frost and Kain in their first title defence, and a brutal attack leaving the former roulette champion in a lot of pain.
Well No More.
He would be wrestling Blade Alexander this week and he’d need everything in his arsenal to defeat the former number one contender for the heavyweight championship, he is a rebel with his inter-regional battles between ACW and SCW, given the slightest opportunity Blade would capitalise on it within a blink of the eye. Lucian couldn’t afford to allow this to happen and didn’t want Carlos or his monster to cost him anymore. Frost managed to find where Carlos lived but the house was deserted. Finally he’d learnt of a new business adventure by the sports agent, purchasing a night club called ‘Club Atractivo’, the new home for his business partners and clients to do business. Upon finding its location and moving around the outside of the building, the entrance would be too obvious of entry point the only way to get in would be through the side alley entrance.
Lucian waited in the alleyway for the crowd outside of the club to move on, he’d stand in the shadow of the dumpster to stay out of sight from them and passers-by, finally the coast was clear as he makes his way across to the door. It was locked. Looking over his shoulders to make sure there wasn’t anyone watching, Frost kicks the door a couple of times before it opened, the sound of an alarm is heard and security begins to rush to his position. He looks down the corridor to see that there are doors to hide in, but this wasn’t going to be his normal mysterious entrance, this was strictly personal. Guards rush around the corner with Frost blocking their attacks, hitting them with fierce rights and lefts, fighting his away out of the corridor and into another with more security. As he was fighting he was expecting the tall man known as Pernicious to come out at any minute, even thou he didn’t know how to tame the beast, he wanted to face the man who left him feeling like a cripple for the past week.
As he knocks a security guard out with a right hook, Lucian pushes the doors open to find himself in the dance floor, the glitter ball and strobe lights continue to flicker with the music blaring out of a nearby speaker. Lucian walks over to the DJ booth and pulls the plug before walking into the middle of the dance floor, standing in a fighting position prepared for an onslaught by security. A couple rush out from behind the bar as Frost deals with them one by one. A little out of breath as he feels the back of his neck, he notices a staircase, if he hadn’t already escaped then he’s bound to find Carlos up there. Before he took a step he sees the top of the glistening white hair of Carlos, his Italian suit looking pristine, a huge smile bares grimace on his face causing Frost’s blood to boil.
“It ends tonight!”
Lucian’s blood curdled battle cry is only laughed off by Carlos Duquesne, who stands at the top of the stairs in his traditional Italian suit, the sound of glass cracking under each step is the only sound as the monster Pernicious walks up behind Frost.
“My boy!” Carlos beams “It has only just begun!”
Pernicious hits Lucian with a hammer like punch, sending the cruiserweight down with an almighty thud, Lucian’s world begins to fade as Carlos steps down the stairs to look upon the fallen enigma.
“Grab his body” Carlos says as he pushes his foot into the masked face “our work has only just begun!”
+ + A F E W M I N U T E S I N T O C L I M A X C O N T R O L T A P I N G ++
For the past few days Lucian has been tied up in the back of a van, his mask had been completely duck taped by Pernicious, the only kind thing Carlos could do was make too air holes so he wouldn’t suffocate. He couldn’t figure out why for the past few days he’d been feeling a sharp prick in his arm, his body had felt very numb and had caused him to fall asleep, a few times he’d wake up feeling the van was in transit. As Lucian opens his eyes he’d hear sound of the doors opening and footsteps nearby, the sharp prick can be felt in the other arm this time, his body began to feel loose as his control of his own world begins to become hazy.
..Lucian.. Darling Come here./
It’s the voice he hadn’t heard in a long while, it was his mothers, he can see her as clear as day sitting at the kitchen table. Lucian looks around to see that the rest of the room appeared to be blurry, was this reality, could this be actually happening or was his mind playing tricks?
…you need to control your inner power..
Lucian’s mother begins to transform into his old mentor, Emilio Riviera, standing in the old wrestling ring that he’d trained the young wrestler in Mexico. Lucian tries to walk forward but his body is completely motionless, his eyes seems to be the only part he is truly in control off, even that concerns him as he doesn’t believe what he sees before him.
..Join me and I’ll make you a champion..
The lingering sound of Carlos Duquesne should send a chill down his spine but nothing, his old mentor morphs into the Italian suit wearing agent, his wrinkled face smiling towards him like he’d heard the funniest antidote. He is standing in a hazy office as he unlike the other apparition begins to speak again.
..You will lose against Blade Alexander..
Lucian should be wrestling the former number one contender tonight, he doesn’t want to let the rebellious wrestler to conquer a present champion within the company, he wanted to beat him to prove Frost is a worthy challenger to anyone in the company. Losing is not really an option.
..You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander..
“…I won’t lose against Blade Alexander, I cannot…I will lose..NO…I WILL WIN!”
…You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander.. You will lose against Blade Alexander..
”I will not lose, I’ll not listen, no… I WILL..Lose to Blade…NO! I WILL WIN…NO…I will Lose to Blade Alexander..”
…
The van pulls up in the car park of the College of Southern Nevada, Pernicious steps out of the passenger side door with an unknown man stepping out of the driver’s seat holding a small bag, the pair walk to the back of the van to see a car pulling up beside them. Carlos steps out of the car with his sunglasses on and a cigar in his mouth, he walks up and slaps the bicep of Pernicious and looks at the unknown man who pulls out a syringe and a little phial from his bag.
“Don’t kill him” Carlos reaffirms “I want him to perform here tonight!”
Pernicious opens the door and allows the man into the van, he kneels down and injects the arm of one half of the tag team champions, the man looks as Frost begins to pulsate before going limp. He steps out as Carlos climbs in and kneels down near his head.
”You will lose to Blade Alexander, You will lose to Blade Alexander, You will lose to Blade Alexander” Carlos begins to repeat near Frost’s ear. “ You will lose to Blade Alexander, You will lose to Blade Alexander, You will lose to Blade Alexander
Carlos watches for a few seconds before climbing out of the van and lets Pernicious slam it shut, the masked giant looks at Carlos precariously as he turns to the unknown man, pulling out a few hundred dollar bills and placing them into the guys top pocket.
“You’re serving me well” Carlos slaps the guy’s cheek gently “You won’t get the rest until it is guaranteed that he’s lost the match”
“Why are you doing this” Pernicious infuriatingly questions “You wanted to make his life hell, why do this, why not end his career by letting me do my job!”
Carlos nods at the unknown man who walks back into the van, he then turns to face the giant man “And that is exactly what we’re doing, making Lucian live in hell, by us destroying his career one match at a time” he wraps his arm around the giants waist “You see this drug, untraceable by the medical profession, has slowly been destroying Frost’s mind thus controlling his so-called power”
“So you’re destroying him mentally”
“Precisely” Carlos agrees “to the point that he’ll lose tonight’s match with Mr Alexander and then lose his precious Tag Team Championships”
Carlos opens the door once more, sitting next to the motionless Lucian Frost, getting close to the ear to repeat the one sentence over and over again.
“You will cost Blood Omen the Tag Team Championships”
+ + F I V E D A Y S L A T E R + +
It had been a week since the powerless Lucian Frost lost against the strong Blade Alexander, he’d of made more of a battle of the situation, but his mind had been broken as Carlos Duquesne is keeping him imprisoned within his own mind thanks to his personal doctor. Every day and every night the drug was being injected into the arm of the masked man, keeping him weak and living in a world of disbelief, envisioning people from his past that he’d not thought about in years to people from the present day. Lucian had his mask taken off him as he sits in a darkened room, the spot light is shining upon his body, his long unwashed hair is getting greasy from the sweat of his inner demons. Every time he opened his eyes he didn’t know if he was seeing was reality or fabrication. The door opens as Pernicious walks into the room and shuts the door behind him, he walks over to the defenceless Frost, Pernicious walks around him eyeing his potential opponent up before stopping in front of him.
“All I want to do is grab you by the hair and snap that neck of yours!” Pernicious begins, taking some deep breaths in through his breathing apparatus, cracking his knuckles and neck to the side as he composes himself. “Carlos is hell bent into making you lose the championships, I quiet agree, you do not deserve to be a champion or even be breathing in my eyes…” Pernicious grabs Lucian’s hair and pulls it to the side to get a good look into his eyes. “I don’t want to face you like this, Frost, I want Lucian Frost who is sound of mind and able to compete!”
Pernicious lets go of his head, looking at Frost’s bound hands of the office chair, he pulls a knife from his pocket and cuts the tape off his ankles and wrists, Frost tries to stand up but falls down onto the floor.
“You have a few days to sort yourself out before your title defence” Pernicious begins “I want an answer to my challenge too! Lucian Frost is going to be wrestling me and I want the man who won and defended the roulette championship, I want the man who defeated the longest reigning tag champions, I don’t want the puppet that’s strings are being controlled by Carlos. That job is filled by me!” Pernicious walks over and grabs the mask from the table and throws it down in front of Frost. “Darkness, Theatricality and Deception are your arsenal, Lucian, get your mind back and prepare because your day of reckoning is coming as the time of judgement draws near for you…” He takes a step forward and kneels down “…it will be my hand that’ll do it!”
Pernicious walks out of the room leaving Frost to grab a hold of his mask and places it over his head. Carlos Duquesne sits behind his desk, looking at the monitor of the room he has Lucian Captive, Pernicious stands next to his desk and looks at the monitor too.
“It has been done!”
Carlos nods “The damage has been done, my friend, Lucian isn’t going to be able to defend his championships properly at Climax Control. Kain will unleash hell on his partner, he’ll accept our challenge, get his identity shown and his humiliation of losing his mask the crowning achievement to what will also be his swan song as you break every bone in his body!”
Carlos and Pernicious laugh loudly, Carlos reaching over for a cigar and lights it up in celebratory manner, Pernicious walks over and stands near the office door.
+ + 2 D A Y S L A T E R + +
It had been a few days since Pernicious had let Lucian Frost escape and the damage they did seemed to have been done, his mind slowly coming back but the odd person would appear from out of nowhere, he couldn’t trust what he was seeing half of the time as he had to reaffirm everything. With the defence of his Tag Team Championships coming up, the preparation was even worse from the one at New Year Rising, Lucian doesn’t want to lose the championships and doesn’t want to be the reason why they did. He had managed to travel to Laughlin, Nevada and check into his hotel room at Edgewater, he had to check every square inch of the room to make sure everything was as it seemed. Lucian stands near the window and gazes out at the car park below, his tag team championship strap resting on the bed behind him, Frost composes himself as he begins to speak his mind.
“Last week I didn’t seem myself when I battled Blade Alexander, I let myself and everyone fan of the SCW down by not truly being there, I should of battled him and took him to his limits but something prevented me to do that. Something I do not wish to discuss. But what I will discuss is the challenge that I couldn’t answer, to the man known as Carlos Duquesne, I will give you that answer and I’ll do so at the show!”
His body is feeling very weak, the effects from the injections still in his circulation, he walks over and perches himself on the bed before continuing
“It’s funny how I’m defending my Tag Team Championships this week against another lethal lottery tag team, one of which is someone called Casper Grey, someone who I recently watched saying that we’ll make fun of his name. Understandable how people would go down that road but let’s face it, why should I do that, I mean I won’t pronounce your name wrong, will I Casper, not like saying luciEn instead of luciAn, understandable that Mr Twenty Four Karat could get away with mispronunciation like that, especially for someone who knows how I got injured, getting injured in the first round of the Super J Cup…OOO so close. Two for two! Someone who could potentially be a champion who gets things wrong and can’t say it properly either!”
Lucian picks the championship up and drapes it over his shoulder, a sharp pain in the neck causes him to wince, allowing the pain to slightly dull before continuing.
“He seems to be obsessed with names, like the name of our Tag Team and the meaning of one of its words, let’s do the same shall we ‘Golden Standard’… let’s have a look at the word Standard, A level of quality or attainment, now you lost your first match in the SCW right? That’s a good quality of standard wouldn’t you say? If that is the standard then I accomplished that last week with Blade Alexander! If we are not Omen, like you say we’re not, then you’re definitely not a golden standard! If you say we’re going to make fun of your name, counting on it If I’m quoting you right, then let’s see what most people do about me… they chose to make fun of my attire, mocking me like I’m an out-of-date Halloween costume, someone who compares themselves to gold wouldn’t make that fatal error with me, surely he’d say something witty and original…”
Lucian slaps his forehead
“…Ah, alas not. He decided to go down that route and it’s never a good sign doing that really is it! Joining a long line of people who’ve said that, going way back to Matthew Kennedy! If I wanted to listen to that ‘insult’ then I would go to kindergarten and get a bunch of five year olds giving me the same insults. But what do you care in what I say, Casper, I’m a nobody right? I didn’t became an inaugural champion of this promotion or one half of the Tag Team Champions, that’s what nobodies do right... I’ve won two belts you haven’t, still that’s me being a nobody after all, I wear a ridiculous costume and I’m a nobody…OR.. I have won championship belts, not because of the clothes I wear, but because of my wrestling ability and talent, I am a somebody since I am standing in your way come Climax Control and although I am injured and not one hundred percent, ask Escabor of PRA how he feels knowing he lost to someone that was injured, I’ll hopefully be asking you the same thing after the match”
“Unlike Casper, I have faced you before Goth and it is hard not to respect what you have done in the SCW, like Kain, you have done a lot of things to a lot of people, achieving the roulette championship twice, the first man in the history of the company to do so. So in retrospect you could say we’re two pioneers of the Roulette Division, me being the inaugural champion and you capturing the belt twice. Or in retrospect you could say that we came, we saw, we conquered and onto pastures new with myself capturing the Tag Team Championships and you wanting to be in my shoes. You wanted to end sinful obsessions reign as champions but that accomplishment isn’t on your list but on ours. The board gave you your shot despite your partner not being who you wanted, look at me and Kain, we were thrown together just like you and Grey, but we got the job done and we’re the tag team champions. You have the chance to win them in a few days, a chance to perhaps undo the wrong, but maybe just like the other times you won’t achieve the championships status, not because of your partner but because you got beaten by the better team”
Lucian taps the main plate of the belt.
“I like holding this championship, when I first won the roulette championship it was setting the benchmark of the promotion, it was a sensation of being proud to represent this promotion. As the tag team champions I get to do that with Kain, someone who had to wait a whole year to capture his first success in the SCW and he deserve it more than what I do! This Sunday night I hope to be walking in as champions and walking out them too. Goth, Casper Grey, you’re not going to be lucky and get a walk over like Blade got last week, this week you’ve got yourself a fight on your hands and since both of you concentrated on the word Omen, let me use the word Blood because it’ll be spilt in order for us to retain these championships!”
Lucian places the belt down onto the floor and leans back onto the bed, his neck and spine in absolute agony, his body still recovering from the torture at the hands of Duquesne, retaining the championships seems to be an impossible feat considering he’d only just scrapped through to the quarterfinals of the NWA Super J Cup. This could be the final days of Blood Omen’s reign but it could also be the rejuvenating factor going into the Super Card. Lucian closes his eyes and allows the world to fade away as he tries to recover in time for Climax Control.