Post by: Christian Underwood on January 31, 2016, 07:13:30 PM
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Post by: Christian Underwood on February 07, 2016, 02:07:33 AM
Second RP Period Deadline:
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Post by: Jake Sullivan on February 09, 2016, 10:04:32 PM
January 31st, 2016
I’m going to make this short and to the point. There hasn’t been a lot going on these days, so I guess that is a welcome relief.
It’s been just about a year and a half since me and my brother reconnected, and a lot has happened in that time. Most people who know my brother might call him selfish. Angry. A downright miserable asshole. Okay, maybe he can be that way sometimes, but since I’ve known him, I’ve seen anything but. Sure he’s not exactly in the best of moods all the time, but even when he’s angry or whatever...he’s always thinking of everyone else over himself.
And he continues to make decisions thinking about everyone else over himself. I don’t get it. I mean, it’s his life. He can do whatever the hell he wants with it. I’m not going to hold anything against him, regardless. He doesn’t need my approval, that’s for sure.
The transition of moving me from Boston to Las Vegas wasn’t easy. I’m pretty sure neither one of us knew how it was going to work out, or even if it was. We didn’t even really know each other and after I tried to take my own life, he invited me to come live with him. At the time I was so shocked, and hell even angry, I didn’t accept at first. It was his mentor, Synn, that ultimately changed my mind.
I know at times things can get a little awkward with my living with Rage. Case in point, his extremely loud nightly sessions with Kittie. But, this is how brotherly relationships are supposed to be right? Sort of? Hell if I really know, because I never really had anything to compare to. My point is, if I had to go back in time and change things, I would change a lot.
But I wouldn’t change my mind about agreeing to come live with Rage. That is something I will never regret.
Wednesday November 19th, 2014
Boston, Massachusetts
The last five days have been anything but easy for Rage, or his biological family. Just one week ago his younger brother, Phillip, had tried to take his own life, and he’s been in the hospital ever since. Rage, however, has been here most of the week visiting his brother. But not only that, he has invited Phillip to move to Las Vegas and come live with him. And with Synn’s help, Phillip agreed, albeit hesitantly. All that is left to do is get Phillip discharged and out of Boston for good.
Rage and Synn are currently in Phillip’s room at Massachusetts General Hospital. After being restrained for several days due to his unstable mental condition, Phillip is finally calmed down enough that the doctor’s agreed to have the restraints removed. Not only that, but after having a long talk with Phillip, as well as Rage, Phillip’s psychiatrist and primary doctors have agreed to release him from the hospital. Under the condition, of course, that Phillip seek counseling after getting situated in Las Vegas.
Phillip is sitting in bed as they all wait for a doctor or nurse to return with his discharge papers. Phillip is surfing through the channels on the TV as they wait, and Rage and Synn are discussing something quietly. After a moment, Phillip finally shuts the TV off, having no luck finding anything, but also slightly impatient.
Phil: I really can’t thank you enough, Jake. I’ve wanted out of this place for years, but never really had the means to get out of here.
Rage and Synn stop their conversation briefly and Rage looks over to his brother. He doesn’t even seem annoyed that Phillip called him by his birth name. A name that he has only sparingly used over the years.
Rage: Don’t mention it, kid. I wasn’t about to let you continue to live in this situation, anyways. And..don’t call me Jake, either. It’ll take time getting used to, but just call me Rage. Okay?
Phil: It’s still strange to me, but I’ll work on it.
Rage and Synn are about to continue their conversation but the door to Phillip’s room opens and two familiar, yet unwanted faces, walk in. Their sister, Ashley and mother Marie, walk in the room, looking directly at Rage and Synn. Marie has a horrified look on her face.
Marie: What the hell is going on here?! Jake??
Rage’s nostrils flare as he looks towards his mother and his sister. Ashley stays quiet, though judging by the look on her face, she’s just as surprised, and even a little concerned, and whatever is going on. Synn stands by quietly, allowing Rage the opportunity to handle this.
Phil: Mom...Ashley...You two can leave now.
Ashley: Phillip? How are you feeling?
Marie: We’re not leaving. Not until you tell me what is going on and what they are doing here. Well, what HE is doing here, particularly.
Marie points and glares in Synn’s direction. He narrows his eyes, but Rage steps forward, looking down at the woman who gave birth to him.
Rage: He’s here because I asked him to be here. How about we take this out in the hall, because I’m not going to have you upsetting Phil again. You cool with that, Phil?
Rage turns around and looks at his brother. Phillip just nods and looks away from his mother and sister, who look devastated at his rejection. They all turn and head out into the hall, closing the door behind them as Phillip just leans back in the bed, waiting as patiently as he can. Once out in the hall, Marie spins around and glares at her oldest son, furious.
Marie: What have you said to him?! And since when do you care about whether or not he’s upset?!
Rage: Since finding out that he tried to kill himself! And I haven’t said shit to him! He doesn’t want to see either of you because of the hell you put him through all of his life!
Ashley is fighting back tears as she feels the sting of Rage’s words. Marie, however, is LIVID and she doesn’t hide it one bit.
Marie: How DARE you! You know NOTHING about what went on in our family!
Rage: Because YOU had me thrown in some psychiatric ward when I was kid! Well, lady, I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let you two push Phil to suicide again. I don’t know what the fuck you did to him when he was growing up, but trust me, I intend to find out. And I’m gonna make sure he gets the help he needs...away from you people!
Marie seems taken back, and now slightly confused. Several nurses and hospital staff monitor the situation closely.
Marie: You are NOT taking my son!
Rage is about to respond, but Synn steps forward this time, finally breaking his silence.
Synn: Don’t worry. Just tell everyone there was a fire. It worked out so well last time.
Marie is suddenly appalled by Synn’s words. She grabs at her hair and turns around, on the verge of having a panic attack. Ashley rubs her mother’s shoulder, trying to comfort her as best as she can, but it has little effect. Eventually, Ashley steps forward, standing directly in front of Rage. She calms herself enough, hoping to get through to her brother.
Ashley: Jake…
He glares down at her, and his look is enough to stop her.
Ashley: Okay, I’m sorry. Rage...please don’t do this. I know you are upset about this whole situation. Trust me, I am, too. But taking Phillip out of here is not the answer. He needs help. Help he’s not going to get outside of here. Mom and I need to make this right.
Rage shakes his head and laughs, but he’s not amused.
Rage: Like I said, I’ll make sure he get’s the help he needs, but what he needs the most is to get as far away from you two as possible. Neither one of us has answers about why the hell we went through what we did, but I intend to find out. Dear old Dad kicked the bucket before he could tell me the truth.
Marie turns around, tears rolling down her face, and she walks up to Rage, pleading with him.
Marie: Please...please don’t do this, Jake.
She reaches for Rage’s hand, trying to show an ounce of motherly love, but Rage refuses to see any of it. He yanks his hand away before she can grasp it, turns and disappears back into Phillip’s room. Synn stays behind for a moment and he looks straight at Marie.
Synn: Perhaps the two of you should leave before an even bigger scene is made.
Marie: This isn’t over!
Synn smiles a wicked smile as he looks at her.
Synn: Oh I think it is. Trust me when I say that you wouldn’t want to find out what would happen should you choose to ignore my warning.
Synn glares at her first, and then glances over to Ashley, who shows more fear than her mother. Marie almost refuses to step down, but Ashley puts her hands on her shoulders and pulls her back.
Ashley: Mother, come on. You shouldn’t be stressing yourself out like this. Let me take you home. Phillip still needs to come home to get his things. You can talk to him then.
Synn turns around and shakes his head as Ashley then leads her sobbing mother away. Once Synn walks back into Phillip’s room, a nurse is now there and Phillip is signing his discharge papers. The nurse then walks past Synn and out of the room as Synn walks up to Rage and Phillip.
Synn: All set? Our flight leaves in a couple of hours so we should head to the airport.
Phillip looks back and forth between Rage and Synn, confused.
Phillip: What? Shouldn’t we head back to my parents’ place so I can get some of my belongings?
Rage glances and Synn before he focuses his attention on his brother and shakes his head.
Rage: You’re not going back there, kid. We’ll get you some new clothes once we get to Vegas, and we’ll have the rest of your belongings taken care of later. You don’t need to go through seeing those two again…
Phillip: W-why are you doing all of this? I can’t let you pay for everything--
Rage: Don’t worry about it, Phil. I’m gonna help you get back on your feet. I might not have been around when we were kids, but…
Rage hesitates for a moment and closes his eyes. He clenches his fists at his side as some of the memories of his childhood flood back into his mind, and it only increases his anger. He lets out a sigh that almost leads into a growl and looks back to his brother.
Rage: You’re my damn brother and unlike those two pieces of shit that call themselves our mother and sister, I know what the meaning of a fucking family is, alright?! Just...let me help you and quit asking questions.
Synn: Rage, there is no need to--
Phillip interrupts Synn, to everyone’s surprise.
Phillip: No, it’s okay. I guess I sort of needed that. Can...can we just get out of here? I’ve already been in the hospital for too long and I’m ready to just get on with my life.
Rage and Synn just nod to Phillip as the troubled near thirty year old just walks past them and heads towards the door. He walks out of the room first with Rage and Synn following behind him.
Club Rain
Las Vegas, Nevada
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A little over twenty-four hours after the last Climax Control before My Bloody Valentine II, Rage found himself heading to the the highly rated Club Rain in Las Vegas. Sin City Wrestling had put on a show once before at this very club, and normally Rage wouldn’t find the need to visit this particular nightclub, but it just so happened that his brother has worked here as a bartender for the last several months. Rage and Kittie had gotten back into town from California earlier and Phillip was working tonight, so Rage decided to stop by.
For a Monday night, Club Rain was busier than normal, which caused the big man to re-think his decision to stop into his brother’s workplace. He ultimately kept up with his original plan and made his way through the crowd and inside the nightclub. Once inside, he looks around the crowd of people in attendance. He lets out a low growl, but because of the noise level in the club, no one else can hear him. He then looks over towards the bar. Phillip is rushing around making drinks for all the customers and a grin grows on Rage’s face. He spots an empty chair at the bar and quickly heads over to it.
Phillip doesn’t spot him right away, but Rage doesn’t mind. He takes a seat and waits patiently, doing his best not to bother his brother. After serving a few more customers, Phillip looks over in Rage’s direction and spots his brother. Rage waves to him and Phillip quickly heads over to him.
Phillip: Hey, bro! I wasn’t expecting you here tonight. Where’s Kittie?!
Phillip looks around expecting to see Kittie, and Rage just lets out a laugh and shakes his head.
Rage: She’s at home by herself. As soon as we got back she went to take a shower and I snuck out of the house! Pretty sure I’ll never hear the end of that when I get home!
Phillip laughs.
Phillip: Dude, she’s gonna kick your ass! Anyway, what are you doing here?!
Rage is about to respond, but someone whistles towards Phillip from the opposite side of the bar. Phillip turns and looks towards one of the other customers, raising an empty glass and demanding a refill. Phillip sighs and looks to Rage, shaking his head.
Phillip: Hold that thought, bro. I’ll be right back.
Before Phillip heads towards the other customer, he grabs a pint glass and fills it with a beer on tap for Rage. Rage just nods as Phillip slides the beer towards him. Rage takes a drink of the ice cold beer and keeps an eye on Phillip as he heads down towards the other guy at the end of the bar. The other guy doesn’t appear to be too happy as Phillip says something to him before filling another glass and sliding it towards him. Phillip says a few more words to the guy, but the guy just rolls his eyes and stumbles away from the bar.
Before Phillip heads back over to Rage he checks on the other customers around the bar, making sure they don’t need anything, and he finally makes his way back to Rage.
Rage: What was that all about?!
Even Rage has to speak loudly so he can be heard over the music. Phillip just shakes his head as he does a little bit of cleaning around the bar.
Phillip: Nothing to worry about, bro! I had to let him know he’s cut off after that drink, but I don’t think he’s gonna get the point! Anyway, what are you doing here?!
Rage: I wasn’t ready to crash for the night and Kittie was nagging the shit out of me so I decided to stop by for a drink or two. Got a problem with that?!
Phillip laughs and shakes his head.
Phillip: Nah, no problem! What’s Kittie nagging you about now?!!
Rage: Nothing that I’d really like to get into right now, Phil. It’s nothing important!
Rage takes another drink of his beer, almost avoiding the subject. Phil just holds a glass in his hand and dries it with a towel as he looks at Rage, just nodding his head slowly. Rage raises an eyebrow at his brother and slowly lowers his glass back to the counter.
Rage: What?! What is that look for?!
Phillip: It’s obvious what Kittie is nagging you about, bro! But, you said you didn’t want to talk about it, so I won’t push ya!
Rage: You’ve officially lost me, Phil!
He lifts the glass again, taking another drink as Phillip shrugs and grabs another glass to dry.
Phillip: I didn’t think Kittie was the type to push for marriage or anything but--
As soon as Phillip says the dreaded M word, Rage spits out a mouthful of beer and slams the glass on the counter. Several people around Rage turn and stare towards him and Phillip has to leap back a little to avoid being drenched with beer. He laughs and looks at his brother, confused.
Rage: The fuck did you just say, Phil?!?!
Phillip: Dude, I have to clean that shit up you know?! I just thought because you didn’t want to talk about it, that meant Kittie starting talking about rings or something! Guess I was wrong!
Phillip laughs again as he grabs another towel and starts wiping the beer off the counter. Rage just shakes his head, still wide-eyed.
Rage: Yeah, you are wrong! Dead fucking wrong, Phil! Please don’t ever mention that word again! Got it?!
Phillip laughs again and nods. He doesn’t say anything in response though and as he finishes cleaning up the beer, the guy from earlier stumbles up to the bar next to Rage, bumping into him. He is clearly very drunk and Rage glares at him for a moment, but does his best not to say anything right away. The guy, however, is focused right on Phillip as he slides his empty glass forward.
Drunk Guy: Heyyy...Gimmeeee a refillll Philly Booyyy!
Phillip looks up at the guy and just shakes his head.
Phillip: Sorry, man! I told you before that you were cut off after that last one!
The guy just rolls his eyes and shakes his head. He slams his hand down on the bar and Rage slowly turns his head to keep an eye on the guy.
Drunk Guy: Heyyy! Youuu caan’t cut mee off, asshooole! I’m a payingg cust..cussstom...guy! Now gimmee another!!
Getting annoyed with the guy himself, Rage slowly pushes himself away from the counter and stands up from his chair. He towers over the guy, and the guy turns and looks up at Rage. He’s too drunk to even be intimidated by Rage’s size, let alone his rising temper. He just laughs at Rage as he clenches his fists at his side and Phillip quickly looks towards two of the club’s bouncers at the entrance.
Rage: Hey, douchebag, why don’t you get your ass out of here. Go call a cab and go back to whatever hotel you’re staying at. You’re making yourself look like a fool.
The guy laughs. He stares at Rage for a moment then looks at Phillip who is closely monitoring the situation, waiting to call over the two bouncers if needed. And they’re going to be needed very shortly.
Drunk Guy: And whooo are youuu? Hisss buttt buddy naamed Bu..Bu...BUBBBBA?! Mind yerrr owwn damn bizzzzzness, cocksuckerrr!
The guy then places a hand on Rage’s chest and tries to shove him away, but Rage is a lot quicker than him. As soon as his hand is on Rage’s chest, Rage grab’s the guy’s wrist, twists his arm hard and brings the guy down to his knees! The guy screams out in pain as his wrist is seemingly broken, but Rage doesn’t care! Phillip quickly calls over the two bouncers as a large crowd of people are now staring at the situation.
Rage: I’m his brother, asshole! And from the looks of it, I just made YOU my bitch!
Phillip: Rage! Let him go! My guys can handle it now!
The two bouncers hurry up to the two as Rage lets the drunk guy go. The guy is holding his wrist as the bouncers lift him back up to his feet. One of the bouncers looks at Rage.
Bouncer: Alright, big man. You’re outta here, too…
Phillip: No Mike! It’s ok! He was just warning the guy!
The bouncer looks at Phillip for a moment before he nods and helps the other bouncer lead the drunk guy out of the club. Everyone who was staring quickly gets back to minding their own business and Rage turns just shoves his chair against the bar angrily. He sits back down and Phillip gives him a fresh beer.
Rage: This the kind of shit you have to deal with every night, Phil?!
Phillip just shrugs his shoulders in a nonchalant way.
Phillip: I’ve had to deal with worse. It’s no big deal, bro.
Rage takes a huge gulp of his beer, shaking his head.
Rage: If you say so. Fuck, if I wasn’t annoyed before, I sure as shit am now!
Phillip: Yeah, about that...What’s wrong now?!
Rage shakes his head again and just stares down at his beer.
Rage: Oh you know. Just Kittie trying to boss me around as usual. She’s already making me regret going back to SCW.
Before Phillip can respond, several people walk up to the bar ready for refills of their drinks. Phillip lets out a sigh but Rage quickly finishes off his beer and places some money on the bar by his empty glass.
Rage: We’ll talk about it later, Phil. Things look pretty busy here, and I gotta get back anyway.
Phillip: Alright. I’m off in a couple of hours so I’ll try and catch you tomorrow!
Rage: Sure thing, kid!
The two brothers just nod at one another before Rage turns and leaves the nightclub. And apparently it was just in the nick of time as Phillip is soon bombarded by a crowd of people ordering drinks. Rage heads back to his car, roars the engine to life and speeds away from the nightclub, heading back home.
The Next Morning…
After a busy night at work, Phillip is slow to rise the next morning. That is until the glorious smell of breakfast fills his room. Bacon, eggs, hashbrowns, toast and most importantly, strong black coffee, fills his nostrils and his eyes flutter open. He doesn’t want to get out of bed, but that amazing smell coming from the kitchen is more than enough to do the trick as it is hard to ignore.
He takes in a deep breath and slowly sits up in bed, letting out a big yawn. His stomach lets out a loud growl and there is no way he can ignore it. He steps out of bed, wearing just his boxers, but he takes the few steps over to his dresser and takes out a clean white t-shirt. He puts it over his head before he slowly makes his way out of his room, down the hall and towards the kitchen.
He stands at the end of the hall, leaning against the wall. Rage is in the kitchen making a large breakfast, while Kittie is sitting on the sofa in the living room, trying to find something on TV.
Phillip: Thanks for the early wake up call, bro. So much for sleeping in…
Rage is just pouring himself a cup of coffee when he hears Phillip’s voice. He looks up and then grabs another mug, pouring his brother some coffee, and Phillip heads over to the island counter in the center of the kitchen.
Rage: Nobody forced ya to get out of bed, Phil.
Rage laughs as he slides the cup of coffee over to Phillip. Phillip takes the coffee gladly and takes a slow sip, savoring the magical goodness.
Phillip: You kidding me? There’s no way my stomach was gonna be able to ignore the smell of bacon and coffee in the morning.
Kittie is surprisingly quiet in the living room, and Phillip notices. He looks over his shoulder at her before he turns back to Rage.
Phillip: She’s unusually quiet this morning.
Rage: She’s pissed at me. Doesn’t matter. She’ll get over it if she wants breakfast…
Rage cracks an amused smile, but he’s met with Kittie just raising her hand and giving him the finger. Phillip lets out a laugh and the both of them shake their head as Kittie continues to give Rage the silent treatment. Rage continues to finish making breakfast as Phillip takes another drink of his coffee.
Phillip: Let me guess, she’s pissed because you snuck out without telling her where you were going last night, right?
Phillip laughs and Rage shakes his head. Before Rage can respond, Kittie breaks her silence.
Kittie: That and he’s being an idiot!
Rage lets out a growl as he takes all of the cooked bacon and places it on a plate.
Rage: And you’re annoying the shit out of me with your nagging as always! I told you, Kittie, it’s my decision and I ain’t doing it!
Kittie spins around on the sofa and glares towards Rage. Now highly confused as he is, Phillip looks between the two of them.
Phillip: Ok, what did I miss? What is your decision, Rage, and what aren’t you doing?
Kittie jumps off the sofa and storms into the kitchen. She stands next to Phillip, but focuses all of her attention on Rage as she leans on the palms of her hands on the counter.
Kittie: Your dumbass brother has the opportunity to accomplish something he hasn’t done in almost four years and he’s being a chicken shit and not wanting to take it!
Rage: I’m NOT being a chicken shit, Kittie! Fuck, do you ever listen to anything I say?!
She nods and rolls her eyes before walking around the counter and grabbing a mug from one of the cabinets. She takes it upon herself to pour her own cup of coffee as she stares at Rage with an annoyed look on her face.
Kittie: Yeah, I listen. But all I keep hearing is bullshit excuses. Hell even Gabriel agrees with me!
Phillip: What is she talking about, bro?
Rage lets out a sigh and slams a spatula down on the stove.
Rage: The World Heavyweight Championship is vacant right now and there is gonna be an open invitational gauntlet match at My Bloody Valentine to crown a new champion. Kittie has been bugging the shit out of me telling me to enter, but I’ve got no interest in throwing my name into the mix. I’ve got a match against Ethan Alexander to worry about.
Kittie: Jesus Christ! You act like Ethan Alexander is some big threat to you but he’s not! You’ll kick his ass then go out there in the gauntlet match and win the World Heavyweight Championship! Easy as that!
Rage lets out a frustrated growl and shakes his head. He turns his head and glares at Kittie, but before he has a chance to respond and defend himself, Phillip speaks up.
Phillip: Why wouldn’t you want to take that opportunity, bro? Seems like something you should take advantage of when it’s being given, don’t you think? Why wouldn’t you be interested in that?
Rage closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath. The level of annoyance he’s currently feeling is no doubt increasing, especially now that his brother is questioning him about it.
Rage: Look, I don’t feel like having to explain myself all the damn time! I wasn’t intending to come back and immediately dive into going after the championship and shit. I wanted to ease back part time for a while.
Kittie lets out a laugh before she takes a sip of her coffee.
Kittie: Excuses, excuses! That’s a load a bullshit and you know it! You’re incapable of just being there *air quotes* part time. No, I think you’re scared of the rest of those worthless assholes that might enter the gauntlet, Ethan Alexander included!
Phillip: Ok, I’m not saying this as a knock on your wrestling ability or anything, but just because you enter doesn’t mean you’ll win. Just give it a shot, because there will be more opportunities, won’t there?
Kittie: Phil, when Rage enters, he knows he’s going to walk out of that gauntlet as the champion. That title has been fucking worthless for a while now because of all those assholes that have held it recently.
Rage turns around and grabs a few plates from out of another cabinet. He sets them down on the counter and begins filling them up with food but he’s shaking his head.
Rage: I’m NOT entering it, Kittie. Just drop it.
He slides a plate over to Kittie and then the other over to Phillip. Neither one touches their food at first, as both are staring at Rage. Rage is about to take a bite of bacon but as both have their eyes glued to him, he drops the bacon back on his plate and lets out a growl.
Rage: Would you two just fucking eat?!
Phillip: There’s more to your reason for not wanting to enter the gauntlet isn’t there? Not just because you don’t want to?
Kittie: He’s full of shit when he says he doesn’t want to. He still wants that title and he knows it.
Rage turns and glares at Kittie again.
Rage: Right now? No, I fucking don’t! What I want is to focus all of my attention on beating the shit out of that self-absorbed douchebag, Ethan Alexander and not having to prepare for facing however many other guys enter that thing! Which will probably be most of the fucking roster!
Phillip: So? Dude, you had no problem breaking that guy’s wrist last night. What’s so bad about having to face the other guys on the roster? I thought you enjoyed that kinda shit? Is there someone you don’t want to face?
Rage glances at his brother momentarily before he grabs a piece of bacon and takes a quick bite. He picks up his plate and refuses to answer that question as he walks into the living room to eat his breakfast. Phillip looks to Kittie, as Rage’s refusal to answer his question all but gives the answer away.
Phillip: That’s it, isn’t it? There’s someone you don’t want to face? And here I thought you weren’t afraid of anyone…
Phillip lets out a laugh, and Kittie lets out a frustrated sigh and shakes her head.
Kittie: Like I said...he’s a chicken shit.
Kittie then picks up her plate of food and heads into the living room also. Even though his stomach is growling up a storm, Phillip isn’t as quick to break into his plate of food. He turns around and just stares at the back of Rage’s head.
Phillip: Who is it, bro? Who’s the guy that has you so scared to enter the gauntlet?
In a fit of rage...pun intended...Rage slams his plate down on the coffee table in front of him with enough force that it breaks and food goes flying everywhere. He stands up from the sofa and spins around, and for the first time since Phillip moved in, Rage is glaring at his brother angrily.
Rage: Despayre, alright! His fucking name is Despayre! Jesus Christ, you two just can’t leave shit alone can you?!
Rage storms off down the hall and a few moments later, his bedroom door slams shut. A picture falls off the wall and the glass breaks and Kittie slowly turns around, looking at Phillip with a surprised look on her face. Phillip seems equally surprised.
Kittie: Well...I wasn’t expecting that.
Phillip scratches his head and looks down the hall, shaking his head.
Phillip: Seriously...does he ever think of himself?
Kittie: You’re joking right? He’s one of the most selfish assholes I’ve ever met sometimes…
Phillip shakes his head disagreeing.
Phillip: From where I’m standing? He’s the most unselfish person I’ve met.
Kittie shrugs and turns back around.
Kittie: If you say so. It doesn’t matter. He’ll enter that gauntlet soon enough.
Phillip just shakes his head before he turns around and starts digging into his food, as does Kittie as Rage keeps himself locked in his room, ignoring the both of them.
Rage continues to prove my point every single day. First he goes and breaks that drunk asshole’s wrist at Club Rain when the guy was giving me a hard time. That wasn’t a big deal, but what me and Kittie found out the next morning? Well..to call him selfish is a big mistake. I mean, come on! He doesn’t want to enter the World Heavyweight Championship Gauntlet and My Bloody Valentine II because Despayre might enter. I’m not one hundred percent sure of why he doesn’t want to potentially face Despayre, but...I’ve got a pretty good guess.
I wish my brother would start thinking for himself more, but he’s pretty damn stubborn. There’s no question about that. He’s helped me out a lot over the last year and a half, and he continues to do so, but it’s time I start helping him. He’s probably not gonna like it, but I don’t really care.
This open invitational gauntlet match is a huge opportunity for him. I know he thinks of Despayre like a little brother and all, but...I’m not gonna sit back and let him make another decision he might regret. I know Kittie will try and persuade him her way, but I don’t think pissing him off is going to be the answer to this one. I pissed him off the first time in a year and a half and I don’t think I want to do that again.
I really don’t understand why everyone enjoys pissing him off all the time…
Synn’s Home- Las Vegas
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Ever since Rage blew up on his brother and Kittie at their home five days ago, the big man has been relatively quiet. There have been times where Phillip and Kittie have tried talking to him, but he has offered little to no response and just kept to himself for the most part. Kittie felt no need to press the issue further as she had gotten more than irritated with Rage as it was, but Phillip was not used to his brother being so angry and quiet with him.
Phillip was scheduled to work a graveyard shift at Club Rain tonight, so while Rage and Kittie made their way over to Synn’s for the day, he had to stay behind and get some sleep. He had hoped to try and have a conversation with his brother, but that conversation would have to be saved for later.
Rage and Kittie have made themselves comfortable on one of Synn’s large sofas in the spacious living room of his home. Rage is staring forward, seemingly off in his own little world with Kittie seated next to him quietly. Normally she’d be talking his ear off, but the tension between them has caused both to be unusually quiet. And when Synn walks up to the two, he immediately takes notice of their moods.
Synn: Alright. What is going on with the two of you?
Rage is the first to lift his head and look at Synn.
Rage: Huh? Nothing is wrong…
Synn: You’ll have to excuse me if I don’t believe you. Something must be wrong, because neither of you has spoken a single word to one another since you got here.
He turns his attention to Kittie.
Synn: Kittie? I know you will explain what on earth is going on.
Kittie just lets out a snort and shakes her head. As soon as Synn questions Kittie, Rage stands up from the sofa.
Rage: I’m gonna head into the kitchen. See if I can annoy Theresa a bit…
Synn laughs and shakes his head.
Synn: Brave soul you are.
Kittie lets out another laugh and Synn and Rage turn to look at her.
Kittie: Oh, I’m sorry. I just thought that was funny considering Rage isn’t brave at all…
Rage growls loudly before he turns and heads into the kitchen. Synn raises an eyebrow and he turns back and stares at Kittie curiously.
Synn: Alright, spill it. What seems to be the problem between the two of you?
Kittie: Oh there’s no problem between the two of us. There’s only problem with one of us, and his name is Goat Face Rage! He’s being a complete ass. Phillip can back me up on this one.
Synn seems suddenly surprised, but concerned at the same time.
Synn: I thought Rage was getting along quite well with Phillip? And you as of late? What happened?
Synn takes a seat in the La-Z-Boy chair facing Kittie. He folds his arms across his chest and waits for Kittie to respond. Kittie looks towards the kitchen, making sure Rage hasn’t returned and she lets out a frustrated sigh and leans forward.
Kittie: Everything was fine. Until this open invitational gauntlet was made and Rage suddenly decided he wasn’t interested in entering it. Phil and I have been trying to talk him into it, but he won’t budge and now…
Kittie trails off and Synn stares at her. She runs her hand through her hair and Synn leans forward, keeping his eyes locked on her.
Synn: Now what?
Kittie doesn’t get a chance to answer that question as Theresa suddenly chases Rage out of the kitchen. He’s chewing something, but one look at a delicious looking chocolate chip cookie in his hands reveals what crime he has committed in Theresa’s kitchen.
Theresa: Serves you right to burn the roof of your mouth! I’ll not have you eating the whole batch before anyone else has had the chance to enjoy them!
Rage laughs and throws the last bit of cookie into his mouth. He turns and looks at Theresa with a smile on his face.
Rage: What? No milk to go with it?
Theresa tosses her hands up in the air and disappears back into the kitchen as Rage lets out another laugh. He turns around to see Synn and Kittie staring seriously at him and his mood quickly changes.
Rage: What? What did I do now?!
Synn: You tell me. Kittie was just about to tell me why you don’t seem to want to enter the gauntlet.
Rage rolls his eyes and sighs. He heads back over to the sofa and plops back down on the sofa next to Kittie and turns his head to glare at her angrily.
Rage: You just can’t let that shit go, can you?
Synn: Rage, relax. I’d like this to be a civil conversation if that is possible. Now, why don’t you want to enter the gauntlet?
Rage goes quiet. He doesn’t want to answer that question and he avoids eye contact with Synn as long as possible. Kittie stares at him, and when it’s obvious he’s not going to answer willingly, she takes it upon herself to do the talking.
Kittie: Despayre. Despayre is why he doesn’t want to enter.
Rage snaps his head towards Kittie and narrows his eyes angrily at her.
Rage: Kittie! Would you shut your mouth! Damn!
Synn: I’m sorry...What? What does Joshua have anything to do with this?
Kittie: I’d like to know the same thing, but Rage refuses to talk. He’s being a big fucking baby and playing the silent treatment with me and Phil.
Rage is growing increasingly annoyed with Kittie and Synn can tell. He turns his attention to Kittie, remaining very calm.
Synn: Kittie, can you give the two of us a minute, please?
Kittie: You’re gonna need more than a minute with this asshole. Trust me on that one.
Kittie doesn’t argue however as she stands up from the sofa and disappears into another part of the house. Rage rubs his temples as a headache starts to form. Synn takes in a deep breath.
Synn: Alright, Rage. Tell me what Kittie was talking about. What does Joshua have to do with you not entering the gauntlet? And don’t try lying to me either.
Rage: Why is everyone so focused on this damn gauntlet, Synn? I’ve got a match against Ethan Alexander to focus on, but all Kittie keeps running her mouth about is this fucking gauntlet. And she wonders why I don’t want to enter the damn thing? Despayre is only part of the reason.
Synn nods slowly as Rage once again avoids his question. He leans forward in his chair, trying to get to the bottom of whatever is troubling Rage.
Synn: I understand you wanting to focus on Ethan Alexander, and we’ll get to that in a moment. Just tell me why Joshua is even part of the reason you don’t want to enter. And quit avoiding the question because I’m getting annoyed with having to repeat myself.
Rage stares at Synn, reluctant to answer, but Synn gives him a look saying he will not give up until Rage tells him the truth. Rage finally shakes his head with a sigh.
Rage: Me feelings towards the possibility of me fighting Despayre is probably equivalent to Despayre not wanting to fight Gabriel. I just don’t want to fight the kid, Synn.
Synn: I see…
Synn nods slowly again.
Synn: Well...I won’t lie and say that the possibility of the two of you in the ring together doesn’t concern me, but it’s a risk with these types of matches.
Rage: Is Despy entering? I know he’s always preferred tag team matches.
Synn: It’s being discussed. Let’s not talk about the gauntlet for a moment. Let’s talk about this match against Ethan Alexander. You and Kittie had a confrontation with Ethan and Desiree at Climax Control. I suspect that had something to do with the two of you being booked against one another.
Rage rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t seem too bothered by it.
Rage: Hell if I know why the match was booked, but I don’t give a shit. That guy is a complete self-absorbed douchebag and he’s lucky I didn’t break his neck right then and there.
Synn: I wouldn’t take him lightly, Rage. Like you he’s a former tag team champion. Andrew Watts may have been the more prominent of the two, but Ethan Alexander is just as dangerous I’m sure. Especially with that Desiree woman by his side.
Rage lets out a snort.
Rage: You think I’m scared of that skank? Kittie can handle that bitch at ringside if she decides to try and save her newest pimp.
Synn: Unless the two of you don’t start to get along before then. I know you’re not keen on the idea of possibly facing Joshua, but it’s a huge opportunity for the both of you. You know that. Besides, you have the opportunity to stick it to Ethan Alexander twice in one night, should he decide to enter the gauntlet himself. No pun intended, by the way.
Rage shudders for a moment as Synn grins.
Rage: Yeahhh...I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just imply that.
Synn: You’ll have to forgive me. I couldn’t help myself. Look, the sooner you agree to entering this gauntlet, the sooner you can focus on your match against Ethan first. You’re making it more difficult. Just do yourself, and Kittie, a favor and just enter the gauntlet. No harm no foul.
Rage shakes his head with a sigh. He’s about to speak again, but Kittie walks back into the room and he goes silent and looks away. Kittie rolls her eyes but she stands at the end of the stairs and looks towards Synn.
Kittie: What did I tell ya? You’re gonna need more than a minute with Goat Face.
She is about to walk out of the room again, but Synn stops her.
Synn: Enough, Kittie. Rage actually has something he’d like to tell you. Rage?
Rage looks at Synn and shakes his head in disagreement. Synn just gives him a look that urges him to speak up. Kittie turns her attention to Rage as she waits patiently for whatever it is he has to say. Synn clears his throat and Rage rolls his eyes before he looks to Kittie.
Rage: ….
Kittie and Synn both look at Rage as he mumbles under his breath.
Kittie: I’m sorry, what was that?
Rage lets out a loud growl before he speaks up.
Rage: I said I’m entering the fucking gauntlet, alright?! Happy now?!
A satisfied smirk appears on her face as she practically skips back over to the sofa and plops down next to Rage. He shakes his head as she smiles proudly.
Kittie: About fucking time.
Synn: Let’s not get into a further argument about it. Rage, I know you’re concerned about possibly facing Joshua, but we’ll worry about that should it come down to that. Right now, concern yourself with preparing to face Ethan Alexander. You have an interview with Rocky Mountains later in the week to talk about your match, but I also have a feeling she’ll want to talk about the gauntlet. You’ll need to prepare for everyone else as well.
Rage: Fantastic...I can’t wait.
Synn: Will Phillip be travelling to California with us?
Rage shakes his head.
Rage: He’ll be there for the show, but he has to work Saturday so he’s gonna fly out on Sunday.
Synn nods and the tension in the room is noticeably lower. Kittie spins herself around on the sofa and puts her feet in Rage’s lap, and even though he doesn’t seem to appreciate that very much he doesn’t shove them away.
Kittie: Well at least that is settled, but we have a shit ton of work to do over the next week. Watching your match against Eric Steel a couple weeks ago made me cringe. You really need to get rid of some of that ring rust.
Rage turns slowly and glares at Kittie and before Synn even has a chance to intervene, the two start bickering once again. Synn just shakes his head with a chuckle before he stands up and heads upstairs to see what mischief Despayre and Angel might be getting themselves into.
Long Beach California- Walter Pyramid
SCW Exclusive- Sit Down Interview With The Sin of Wrath
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Post by: Jake Sullivan on February 09, 2016, 10:05:23 PM
Rage has his arms folded across his chest and he’s staring into the camera with little enthusiasm written on his face. Kittie is seated next to him and she glances towards him and rolls her eyes. Miss Rocky has her right leg crossed over her left and she looks at the both of them with a pleasant smile on her face.
Miss Rocky: Hello everyone and welcome to this very special My Bloody Valentine exclusive. I’m sitting here with two-time former World Tag Team Champion and one time former World Heavyweight Champion in the Sin of Wrath, Rage and his...valet...and fellow Seven Deadly Sins stablemate, Kittie. Also known as the Sin of Envy. Rage...Kittie...Can I just say what a pleasure it is to see the both of you back in Sin City Wrestling.
Rage rolls his eyes and lets out a laugh, and Kittie elbows him in the side.
Rage: Uh huh...Yeah, it’s a pleasure for me, too, Rocky…
Kittie: You’ll have to excuse my goat faced friend here, Miss Rocky. I think Angel might have pissed in his cornflakes this morning…
Miss Rocky manages to laugh, and even the cameraman can be heard laughing. Rage just turns and glares at Kittie, saying nothing in response.
Miss Rocky: Such a shame. I must say what a surprise it is to have you a part of this interview, Kittie. I know you’re here to support your man, but you’re no longer wrestling anymore, correct?
Kittie shakes her head.
Kittie: Nah, no matches for me anymore. At least, not right now. I just thought it best to get in on this interview to make sure Rage here plays nice. Knowing him, he’ll try and storm off after one question.
Rage: Wouldn’t be my fault. They always ask stupid shit and I don’t have the patience to deal with it!
Miss Rocky raises an eyebrow and just nods slowly. She turns her attention to Rage as she gets ready to ask her first question.
Miss Rocky: I’ll try and keep the stupid questions to a minimum then, Rage. Now, two weeks ago you made your return to the ring after taking a whole year off. It was a successful return at that, as you defeated another returning superstar, Eric Steel. How did it feel to get things off to a great start with a win?
Rage laughs and shakes his head. He looks towards Kittie quickly and holds up one finger as he turns his attention back to Miss Rocky.
Rage: Stupid question number one, Rocky. Do you really think I’d sit here and say that it felt pretty shitty to come back with a win? Come on, dumbass. Of course it felt pretty damn good to come back with a win. Especially against that idiot, Eric Steel. Next question. And make it a good one, because even with Kittie here, I’m liable to storm off if you make it another dumbass question.
Kittie: No you won’t. Just play nice for once in your damn life. Sooner you get this over with, the sooner you can get back to your training for Sunday.
Miss Rocky nods and looks down at her notepad, hoping that her next question is a little more acceptable to Rage.
Miss Rocky: So I’m sure everyone would like to know, what did you do with your time off? You always made it known that you enjoyed beating your opponents in the ring. So I think it came as a shock to a lot of people when you just walked away.
Rage: I didn’t walk away, Rocky. I took time off for personal reasons. Personal reasons that are none of your business. All you need to know is I had shit to take care of. I dealt with said shit, and now I’m back. Seriously, how long does it take you to come up with these idiotic questions?
Rage is met with a punch to the arm, but it has little effect on him. He just glares at Kittie out of the corner of his eye and Miss Rocky looks at Kittie.
Kittie: Can’t you even pretend to be nice?
Miss Rocky: It’s okay, Kittie. Anger and annoyance is an occupational hazard. You’ve handed out your fair share of mean responses in the past. Anyway, perhaps I should just get down to business then. On the last edition of Climax Control, the two of you have a bit of a confrontation with Ethan Alexander and Desiree Parker when the two of them barged in on your interview with Pussy Willow. Now, in just four days, you’ll be stepping into the ring to face him one-on-one as he makes his return to the six-sided ring. Are you going to be out for any sort of payback because of what the two of them did?
Rage just laughs and he brings the palm of his hand to his forehead and shakes his head. When he lowers his hand again, he stares at Miss Rocky, almost at a loss for words.
Rage: I couldn’t give a shit about Ethan Alexander or his nasty whore, Desiree. What I’m going to do to him on Sunday has nothing to do with payback for them barging in on some pointless interview with your big-titted colleague. I’m going to kick his ass and make him hurt simply because it’s what I enjoy doing. Fuck!
Miss Rocky: So you’re telling me you’ve got no bad feelings towards Ethan or Desiree?
Kittie snorts and after one glare from Rage she looks away and remains quiet. Though it’s clear by the look on her face that she wants to burst out laughing again. Rage leans forward and stares at Miss Rocky, still very much annoyed.
Rage: Why the fuck would I have any bad feelings towards Ethan or that skank? Ethan Alexander may be a former World Tag Team Champion, but if it weren’t for Andrew Watts, he’d be nothing and he knows it. People wouldn’t know who the fuck he is and he sure as shit wouldn’t have won the tag team titles. He’s been living in Watts’ shadow for too fucking long and no matter what he does, he won’t be able to get out of that shadow. Ethan Alexander will never accomplish shit in SCW, and just like Eric Steel, he’s not going to have a successful SCW return.
Miss Rocky nods. She doesn’t even bother looking down at her list of questions, as Rage’s answer leads to the next topic she would like to discuss. The Open Invitational gauntlet match for the World Heavyweight Championship.
Miss Rocky: And what if he enters the open invitational gauntlet match?
Rage lets out a sigh and sits back. He nods slowly, trying to pretend he doesn’t care.
Rage: Why would I care if he enters the gauntlet?
Miss Rocky laughs.
Miss Rocky: I guess that answers my next question. I’m really surprised to hear you’re not entering.
Rage is more than happy to go along with the lie but Kittie clears her throat. He ignores her and then she kicks the side of his shin.
Rage: Ow! What is it with you people kicking me in my damn shin?!
Kittie: Are you going to correct her or no?
Miss Rocky looks back and forth between Rage and Kittie, confused.
Miss Rocky: Correct me? Wait...so you are entering it then?
Kittie stares at Rage, waiting for him to respond. He growls and rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to Miss Rocky.
Rage: Yeah, I’m entering. Apparently I’d be pretty fucking stupid not to enter…
His words are drenched with sarcasm and Kittie shakes her head. Miss Rocky smiles as this bit of information presents her with more opportunity to extend the interview.
Miss Rocky: This gauntlet is shaping up to be quite an amazing match already with the names we’ve heard have already entered, and name we expect to enter by the time time the match gets underway. What I’d like to do next is get your thoughts on some of the other entrants and those who may enter. I’m going to say their names one by one and I’d like you to say the first thing that comes to mind.
Rage shakes his head, wanting nothing more than to skip the rest of the interview and hightail it out of there, but Kittie once again clears her throat. Rage lets out another sigh and gives Miss Rocky a look that say she can continue.
Miss Rocky: Goth?
A wicked grin appears on Rage’s face and he lets out a slight laugh.
Rage: Seriously? Goth? That asshole has a long standing history with the Seven Deadly Sins and I just hope he doesn’t get eliminated before I get a piece of him. Everyone thinks he’s intimidating and some big challenge? HA! Piece of shit is past his prime and he sure as shit won’t get his hands on the World Heavyweight Championship again. How he ever did in the first place is beyond me.
Miss Rocky: He didn’t just hold it once, Rage. He’s a two time World Heavyweight Champion.
Rage: I don’t give a shit! He’s not about to hold it a third time so that’s all that matters. Move along because I’m done talking about that pale-faced freak of nature.
Miss Rocky nods and quickly glances down to her notepad before she looks back to Rage.
Miss Rocky: The Mental Rapist, Sean Jackson?
Rage laughs even more this time and Kittie gives him a weird look, but she stays quiet.
Rage: That jackass needs to find a new nickname, because his so called mind games are fucking pathetic and they mean jack shit to me. He’s one of the most overrated and worthless pieces of shit on this roster. For the past two years I’ve had to sit back and watch as he walks around this place acting like he’s God’s gift to wrestling. How Gabriel let that asshole beat him to win the title still fucking amazes me, because he’s just...nothing. He’s not even on the same level as Gabriel, or the World Heavyweight Championship. He can stick to fighting for the Internet Championship against Goth or whoever else. His days of going after the World Heavyweight Championship are done.
Miss Rocky: The Freight Train of Pain, Casey Williams?
Rage lets out a laugh that comes from deep within his gut. Kittie is just shaking her head, almost embarrassed to be sitting next to him and once Rage is able to settle down, he looks back to Miss Rocky.
Rage: Seriously? You go from Sean Jackson to Casey Williams? I can’t even waste any fucking breath on Casey Williams because that’s just a fucking joke! The day that Casey Williams wins the World Heavyweight Championship is the day that I marry Kittie!
Rage winces immediately and he slowly turns to look at Kittie. Shock is written all over her face as her jaw drops open but he holds his hands up.
Rage: Meaning it’s NEVER gonna happen!
Miss Rocky: Uh huh…
They’re all at a loss for words for a few moments and Rage quickly looks away from Kittie, though she’s still staring at him, wide-eyed. Miss Rocky clears her throat and moves on.
Miss Rocky: Ooh...this next one should be very interesting...Despayre?
The look on Rage’s face suddenly turns….blank? He runs his hand over his head, and when he speaks, he stumbles on his words.
Rage: N-no comment. Yeah, I’ve got no comment on that.
Miss Rocky: I’m sorry...What? You’ve got no comment on Despayre entering the gauntlet?
Kittie breaks her silence as she lets out a loud laugh. Rage and Miss Rocky both turn and look at her.
Kittie: He’s got no comment because he’s a pussy and he’s afraid to face Despy. Ain’t that right, Ragey boy?
Miss Rocky: Wait...You’re afraid to face Despayre? Why?
Rage: I’m not afraid to face Despayre! I just don’t…
He loses his train of thought and Kittie laughs again.
Kittie: You don’t...want...to have him kick you in the shins again?! Like I said...he’s afraid to face Despy. Personally, I’d love to see that…
Rage mumbles under his breath, no doubt cursing Kittie for saying anything. Miss Rocky decides to quickly change the subject and move on to the next person on her list.
Miss Rocky: Word has it that J2H could be quite the challenger for this one. He’s teaming with Brother Grimm earlier in the night to take on Eric Steel and CJ Sharpe, but with Austin Parker as his trainer now, people consider him well on the way to the World Heavyweight Championship. What are your thoughts on him?
Rage gathers his thoughts and looks into the camera before he responds.
Rage: Long way that kid has come, huh? He was just some scrawny annoying little brat when he first stepped foot in SCW and now look at him? Some bad ass trying to make a name for himself. I don’t care who his trainer is, he’s still got a long way to go and if he wants that championship? Well, he’s gonna have to get through me and that’s a challenge I don’t think even Austin Parker can prepare him for. Besides, I think he’s a little distracted these days fighting Melody on Twitter. Poor bastard…
Rage laughs and shakes his head. Miss Rocky smiles but when she goes to ask him another question, he leans forward as his patience has finally run its course.
Rage: Look, I know you’ve probably got a long ass laundry list of names written down there, but I’ve really got no interest in wasting anymore time. You’ve had your exclusive interview, and I’ve got more important shit to deal with…
Miss Rocky: I can’t say that I’m not disappointed to hear that, but do you have anything else you’d like to add before we conclude this interview? Any last words for those with their sights set on the World Heavyweight Championship?
Rage leans forward and looks directly into the camera.
Rage: Three and a half years...That’s how long it’s been since I’ve held the World Heavyweight Championship. I’ve only held it once, which is more than some of these guys can say, but I won that title doing something that NONE of these guys will ever say they can do. I beat Nick Jones. Some of them don’t know who that guy is, but they should, because none of these assholes we have on the roster are anywhere near the same level as Nick Jones is...or the level that I am because I fucking beat the guy. I’m about to fix the shit this roster has gone to because the best that SCW has had to offer? It’s all shit compared to what we at the beginning. Ain’t nothing or nobody gonna stop me from walking out of My Bloody Valentine II as a two time World Heavyweight Champion. But they can all try their damndest.
Kittie smirks proudly as Rage speaks his words of warning to the superstars of SCW. He leans back and folds his arms across his chest again as Miss Rocky nods.
Miss Rocky: Well there you have it folks. The Sin of Wrath has spoken and issued his warning to perhaps the entire men’s locker room. In just four days’ time we’ll find out if he can stick to his word and walk out of My Bloody Valentine II as the new World Heavyweight Champion for a second time. That’s all the time we have. I’m Miss Rocky Mountains and this has been a Sin City Wrestling Exclusive Interview! See you Sunday, folks!
The camera zooms in and focuses on the dark and determined look in Rage’s eyes. It focuses there for a few moments before the camera fades...to...black!
Post by: Ethan Alexander on February 12, 2016, 02:20:58 AM
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Warning: The following RolePlay contains some FUCKED UP shit!
(OOC: This a two post RP but is one RP due to the character limit per post... it is also my entry for the SCW World Heavyweight Title Gauntlet Match)
THROWBACK - WATTS OUT
Climax Control 138
CAMERAS - NOT ON
SCENE - ONE
Smiling faces show no traces of the evil that lurks within
Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes
They don't tell the truth"
I finally did it… how did he not see it coming? It was obvious, it was something that should have been done years ago. For one of us, everything seemed to be perfect, for the other? Everything was perfect. By the other, the perfect one, I refer to myself. Why you ask? Because my master plan fell into place quite perfectly, exactly how I had it planned out. As for the other one of us, like I said, everything SEEMED perfect. Andrew Watts thought things were going to be like old times; my suspension finally lifted, Andrew was fooled, he thought he would have me at his side to boost him up, help motivate and promote him, save the day when he was in trouble, all of the good stuff that a good friend would do. However what Andrew never realized over the years is that… well, he never returned the favor. I was always his right hand man, and where was he whenever I needed him? Yeah, I don't know either. I interfered in matches for this piece of shit, I held his Championship belts for him while he walked to the ring, I watched his back like a hawk and made sure that he always shined and was the best… and I will give admit that, he WAS the best. But now things have changed. It's time for someone else to be the best, it's time for Watts to be put in his place and for the real Degenerate of the two to shine. I hope he enjoyed me living in his shadow… because starting now, he'll be living in mine… that's, if he survives what I just did to him on Climax Control. You know what they say… best friends make the greatest enemies.
"Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I've been
Belong
You can't be something you're not
Be yourself, by yourself
Stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time"
I smirked, what a fucking way to come back and with a bang, what a fucking shock to not only Andrew Watts but EVERYONE in the SCW Universe, what a fucking night. I replayed the most amazing moments through my head; that low blow by Desiree straight to the tiny nuts of Watts, he didn't see it coming, he instantly fell to his knees and it was perfect. He thought he could get up; well, my plans seemed to change that, Watts head shot up like a rubber band being flung when my boot stomped against the back of his head, bouncing it off of the canvas, and that was it for Watts. But that wasn't it for me; I loved staring down and seeing how helpless he was without me there to back him up, I loved picking him up and pulling him to his feet... only to set him right up on that chair to finish him off once and for all… I swear I heard his back crack in half when I smashed my boots on the opposite sides of his body, and it was the greatest feeling I have EVER fucking felt. Watts didn't see any of it coming, but I had it all planned out from the second I signed my reinstatement forms, I knew what I had to do, and I did just that. I made the great Andrew Watts look like the bitch that he is, something that has been long overdue. LONG OVERDUE…
"You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
Because
When I was down
You just stood there grinning"
I finally made my way out of the locker room, a much needed shower. I smirked, holding my side a bit of pain, I think I might have pulled something when I was destroying Watts, I'll just have Desiree massage it out for me. I ran my hand through my hair, pushing it back behind my head as I walked passed a few backstage workers, receiving dirty glares, some shaking their head, others turning away… like I really cared what they thought about me. I came face to face with a backstage worker who sort of stopped me, staring for a second before shaking his head and walking around me as well. I just laughed it off, as I continued to walk, ignoring the people who were nothing and nobody compared to me. I turned a corner as I walked passed a few more worthless backstage workers, a couple of camera crew men who hopefully weren't filming and even interviewer Ms. Rocky Mountains who seemed to walk right by me as well. Are these people all that sold on Andrew Watts? Or do they just hate a traitor that bad? I mean, it can't be that they like Watts, can it? He is a nobody here as far as I know, or maybe they just really don't like the bad guys… and by bad guys I don't mean Watts… I mean the REAL bad guys… I mean… ME!
| Ethan Alexander |
"Fucking cranky ass idiots"
I muttered to myself under my breath, referring to the backstage crew. I finally turned one more corner and approached my locker room door. I had left Desiree in there before I went off to take a shower, she was a bit angry because she's a woman and that's really the only explanation for that one. I reached for the door handle, turning the metal knob to the right as I pushed the door open and looked forward. The room was full of light, didn't seem to be too messy, about the same as it was when I left… um but where was Desiree? I walked in the room, looking around and didn't spot her anywhere. That was sort of weird, maybe she went to pee or get something to drink… she better not of left without me.
| Ethan Alexander |
"Yo? Desi?"
I yelled out in a questioning tone as I continued to look around the room for her. You never know with her, sometimes she could think like a little kid and for all I know she could be trying to playing hide ‘n' seek with me or something like that, or she could be in one of her psycho moods and pop out with a knife and try to kill me, who knows. Maybe not this time though, I really don't think she was in the room, at least not that I could see. I took a few steps forward, reaching down and grabbing a white towel that was sitting on the wooden table before me. I pushed the towel against my right eyebrow for a few seconds, wiping down the side of my face as I wiped a bit of water that dripped down from my hair and onto my face. I dropped the now semi-damp towel back to the table as I reached my hands behind my head, stretching a bit as I exhaled and then heard a voice from behind me… her voice of course.
| Desiree Parker |
"Back already? That was pretty quick."
I smirked, turning around to see Desiree standing in the doorway. She took a couple of steps into the room, pushing the door behind her, but not letting it shut all the way. She looked sexy, she was in a pair of blue Juicy Couture jeans and a regular white tank top with a black bra underneath. I smirked as I stared at her and replied.
| Ethan Alexander |
"Yep, back already… didn't really shower fully, just wanted to cool down a bit..."
I took a few steps her way, a half smile on my face, she was looking pretty hot, she had a confident smirk on her face as she bit her bottom lip and I leaned down and kissed her left cheek. She knew she was up to no good tonight when she took out Andrew with me and she loved every second, I could see it in her eyes then, and I can see it in her eyes now. She smirked, rubbing her hand down my bare chest.
| Desiree Parker |
"Cool down eh? Well, you still seem pretty fucking hot if you ask me..."
I nodded my head as she walked by me, running her fingertips across the middle section of my abs as she continued to walk with confidence. My eyes followed her, looking at her, checking her out as she walked towards the mini fridge in my locker room.
| Ethan Alexander |
"After what went down tonight, taking out the trash that should have been taken out long ago, and doing it to perfection… could anyone actually cool down from that?"
I smirked at her as she kind of just nodded her head, turning around. She didn't respond instantly, just kind of stared at the floor, then up at me, she smirked with confidence as she responded.
| Desiree Parker |
"You're even sexier when you're determined… what was I wasting my time with Andrew Watts for? Talk about a wasted two years when I could have had this…"
She sort of just let out a sadistic laugh as she nodded her head. I smirked as well, placing my hands on my hips as I stared forward at her.
| Ethan Alexander |
"You got stuck with the wrong man… at least you got that all straightened out now though, you picked the winner… the one who will take you places, or at least, I'll go places and you'll come with me, same difference… right?"
I probably pissed her off by saying that, then again she seemed very into me at the moment, but her mood could change at any second, that was the scary part with her. I looked at her as she took a few steps more towards me… before she could say anything, I continued to speak.
| Ethan Alexander |
"Obviously I mean WE… we are going to go places together… a lot of places, great places, the..."
She shushed me, reaching me as she placed her pointer finger on my lips, stopping me from talking. I nodded my head, as she winked at me, a confident smirk still sporting her face as I stared at her. She pulled her finger back, nodding her head as she began to speak.
| Desiree Parker |
"Shhh, let me do some talking. To answer your question, yes, I got stuck with the wrong man, and yes… now I am with the winner, the one who is going to go places, and why? Because you have it all. Like what? Well you have: the talent, the look, the body, and the most important thing of them all… the perfect woman..."
I shake my head in confusion a bit, what did she mean exactly by that? I kind of arched an eyebrow as I looked down at her still. I was going to talk but she just kept talking and I did as she said, and let her talk.
| Desiree Parker |
"That's right, you have the woman you want in your corner if you want to succeed, and why? Because I know everything about success. You think that Andrew Watts knew how to succeed? Andrew Watts didn't know shit, he always had someone in his corner, always had a manager, a woman, a mentor, or someone like you behind him, making sure he always had back up. Ethan you are already a winner, but I… I am going to make you into a CHAMPION… that's right, I am going to make you the best ever and why? Because I know exactly how… because with me in your corner, you'll be nothing less than a Champion, and if you let me down..."
I shake my head and this time I shushed her, just as she shushed me a few seconds ago. I placed my finger on her lips and she nodded her head, smirking and giving my finger a little kiss. I nodded my head and pulled my finger away as I began to speak.
| Ethan Alexander |
"Shush Desiree… me… me let you down? Did you forget who I am? Like you said a few minutes ago, I am a winner… I have it all, and you're right, I do have the perfect woman in my corner, exactly what is going to help drive me even further. People thought Andrew Watts was dangerous when he had you at ringside? Well they are about to see a whole new side of dangerous when they say Ethan Alexander with Desiree Parker at his side.. basically, SCW won't even know what hit them..."
Desiree smirks, crossing her arms across her chest as she is quick to respond.
| Desiree Parker |
"Kind of like how Andrew Watts didn't know what hit him tonight?"
I nodded my head with a cocky smile, that was cold, that was mean, that was… fucking perfect. She was definitely the one I needed by my side, because she was willing to get as dirty and evil as I was… rules that seem unbreakable are about to be broken… the SCW Universe has no idea what is coming it's way...
| Ethan Alexander |
"That was pretty fucked up, exactly what I want to hear though. Andrew Watts was just the beginning of a long… loooong list of pieces of shits who will fall victim to the Sin City Rebel… people have no idea what is about to hit them, Andrew Watts didn't see it coming, and when I am in the ring, they know to expect the unexpected..."
| Desiree Parker |
"The Sin City Rebel? That's not bad but… let's go with the Sin City Devil, I think I like that one a bit more..."
| Ethan Alexander |
"I mean it's usually Rebel or DareDevil..."
She was pretty quick to cut me off, again… but I was okay with it...
| Desiree Parker |
"And now it's neither, those two are out the window… I'm the Bad Bitch, as always… and you? You're the Sin City Devil… is there any problems?"
I shook my head as I stared forward at her, I kind of liked her confidence… it was turning me on a bit...
| Ethan Alexander |
"Sin City Devil it is, and you're right… you are a Bad..."
| Desiree Parker |
"Watch it, too many compliments there, you're almost starting to sound soft… and I know..."
She took a few steps closer to me, her body practically touching mine as she looked at me in the eyes and then looked down towards my...
| Desiree Parker |
"That you're not the soft type..."
As she finished saying this she cupped her hand around my "hello" and nodded her head, a cocky smirk as she looked up at me, cocking her eyebrows and biting her bottom lip...
| Desiree Parker |
"And what do you know? I'm right, again."
I smirked as I grabbed her by the lower back with my right hand and pulled her in a bit closer to me, her hand still where it was a few seconds ago, not moving from there and well… definitely where I wanted it to be…
| Ethan Alexander |
"Trust me, I am the opposite of soft… I think you might need to feel it a bit better, you know… just to refresh your memory a bit..."
Desiree bit her bottom lip as I nodded my head, placing my hand a bit lower and lifting her up with one arm, she wrapped her legs around my waist as she throw her arms around my neck and head. I placed my other arm around her, walking her towards the couch as I laid her down on the couch and well… I bet you'd love to have some more details about what went down next but, you aren't that lucky...
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THROWBACK - BEING QUESTIONED
Climax Control 139
CAMERAS - ON
SCENE - TWO
Andrew Watts - CHECK
Watts was history, at least for the near future, and probably even longer than that. I got lost in my thoughts for a bit there, taking a few seconds to myself, as I snapped back to reality, backstage at Climax Control 139, finally arrived after a long flight in and a long ride with a garbage Taxi driver who didn't know what the fuck he was doing, or where the fuck he was going. I sighed, trying to let the anger and jitters of the horrible ride here out of my head and body. I was dressed in a pair of blue Express jeans, a white tank top that showed off the curves and indents of my traps, biceps, triceps and a bit of my lats as well, yes… I'm cocky, deal with it. I smirked as she playfully smacked the back of my right tricep and spoke.
| Desiree Parker |
"Hey, babe… wake up..."
I smirked as I looked to my side and grabbed her by the lower back with my right hand and pulled her in a bit closer to me, I looked down into her eyes as she looked up at me, arching an eyebrow. She looked sexy, she was dressed in a tight grey t-shirt that said something on it, I wasn't really paying attention, a nice pair of black Bebe jeans, and a pair of black Christian Louboutin pointy toe pump heels with a red under-heel. She let out a half smile as I responded to her telling me to wake up.
| Ethan Alexander |
"I'm very awake, I'm just thinking about what the hell people are going to be saying tonight, I know I am going to hear a few idiotic remarks, stupid comments, and so on… I am just curious from who… and when… and where…"
She pulled away a bit, my hand no longer on her lower back as she shrugged a shoulder, rolling her eyes, not at me, just in general.
| Desiree Parker |
"Who gives a fuck, honestly? I could care less what people say. We did what was right, what had to be done, now let's just go find our locker room… sounds nice, right? OUR locker room..."
I smirked, it did have a nice ring to it… Watts wouldn't be sharing any locker rooms with Desiree anymore, or any beds, or sex, or anything that he wishes he still could… Desiree found the real man of Danger Zone, not sure what took her so long, but… finally she did. I nodded my head as I signalled for her to follow me and I began to walk, she followed… the sound of her heels clicking against the hard floor echoed throughout the backstage corridor, turning heads, everyone looking at us, mixed emotions, mainly dirty looks, a few scoffs, and turned heads.
| Ethan Alexander |
"This is pretty fun, you'd think people could care less if we turned on such an asshole like Watts, these people are looking at us like we took out one of their fan favorites or something… last I checked, Watts was a bigger asshole than I am..."
| Desiree Parker |
"Easy there buddy… I don't think anyone is a bigger asshole than you are..."
I let out a light chuckle, this wasn't an insult to me, instead… a compliment.
| Ethan Alexander |
"Yeah, that's true."
We continue to walk with each other, side by side, not really conversating, just roaming the backstage corridor. Her heels still echoing with every step she takes, I smirk at a few backstage workers who give me dirty looks because… why not right? We turned a corner and I found my locker room door, but of course there was someone there waiting for me, I should have known, right? I exhaled, shaking my head and before I could do anything, Desiree took a step forward, crossing her arms across her double-d chest, a disgusted look on her face as she began to… well, be Desiree.
| Desiree Parker |
"Can I fucking help you? I think you're standing right in front of OUR locker room door… and I think you should move…"
Pussy Willow rolled her eyes and Desiree instantly jumped on this, taking it as a quick insult...
| Desiree Parker |
"Wait, did you just fucking roll your eyes at me? Is there a fucking problem, bitch…?"
Pussy was about to say something but I jumped between the two before they started ripping each others eyes, hair, and titties out… although the third one on that list could have been pretty fun to see, maybe I've made a mistake. There we go again, lost in my thoughts of tits. I shook my head as I looked at Desiree, hushing her backwards a bit, and then looking back at Pussy, placing my hands on my hips and speaking, in a much more civilized tone than Ms. Parker over here.
| Ethan Alexander |
"Pussy, is there a reason you are blocking my locker room door?"
Pussy gave me a half grin, not intimidated by Desiree one bit and not really giving a shit that she was blocking my door, she was obviously there for a reason and she was going to do anything in her power to get what she wanted. She looked down for a second, dressed in a bit of skimpy pink dress, her typical type of wardrobe and a pair of black leather boots that just barely reached the bottom of her knees, you know... the knees that looked a bit bruised because she obviously spends quite some time on them. I chuckle a bit at my own thoughts as Pussy responds to my question.
| Pussy Willow |
"Ethan, I think you know why I am here, and you're going to give me what I want, what every reporter and interviewer for SCW wants this week. Everyone has been racing around, looking for you, wanting to talk to you about the events that went down last week, and I will not let any of them beat me to it, and as you can see… they haven't. So now Ethan, you're going to give me what I want, an interview, and tell me everything and every reason you have for turning on the man that..."
Desiree took a step forward again, shaking her head at Pussy and quickly cutting Pussy off as she was about to finish her last sentence...
| Desiree Parker |
"Ethan isn't going to give your old ass shit… when Ethan wants to talk about last week, Ethan will talk about last week. If Ethan wants an interview, Ethan will come get an interview, and if Ethan wants to go to his fucking locker room… Ethan goes to his fucking locker room, now get the hell out of our way before you regret the day that you ever met Desiree Parker..."
Pussy chuckles a bit, turning to me, staring at me in the eyes, paying zero attention to Desiree who just basically went off on her in her own Desiree bitch mode way, but it seemed to have not phased Pussy at all, interesting. Pussy continued to look straight at me and began to speak, again.
| Pussy Willow |
"Now, Ethan as I was saying.. I would like to have a few words with you, maybe you can get your little translator here to go get you a bottle of water or just out of the picture for a few minutes so I could peaceful have a few words with you…?"
Desiree was about to snap, she opened her mouth and I quickly place my palm over her mouth as I moved Pussy to the side and pushed open my locker room door. I pushed Desiree into the locker room and turned back and looked at Pussy....
| Ethan Alexander |
"Like she said… when I want an interview, I will get an interview."
Pussy was a bit shocked, surprised. She did not expect that, she really expected an interview but honestly? I am not in the fucking mood for an interview, so tough shit. I shrugged a shoulder at Pussy who rolled her eyes at me and then...
| Desiree Parker |
"That BITCH will DIE!"
Oh boy, I heard Desiree yelling with anger at the top of her lungs and quickly turned to look into the locker room to see Desiree charging towards the door fiercely, ready to kill anything or anyone in her sight, she was like a wild animal when she was set off, and right now she was set off. I quickly slipped into the locker room, slammed the door shut, and grabbed Desiree before she could make her way to the door, or out of the room, or get her hands on Pussy Willow. Desiree began to fight back as I lifted her up onto my shoulder, pounding her fists against my upper back and kicking her legs for me to let her go as she kept screaming our insults and remarks about how bad she was going to destroy Pussy Willow if she ever saw her again. I finally tossed Desiree onto the locker room couch and held her down for a bit, and after a few seconds she gave up, shaking her head and smashing her fist into a nearby table. Desiree laid there breathing heavily as I just shook my head, this was going to be one hell of a night, a long one too, I could feel it.
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HIGH SCHOOL MATURITY LEVEL
Post Climax Control 139
CAMERAS - OFF
SCENE - THREE
Ugh…
What a night thought, talk about just wanting to go home, maybe get a quick lay, shoot one out and get to bed and start over in the morning. I cracked my knuckles, walking into the locker room bathroom, pushing the door halfway shut behind me. I was still dressed in a pair of blue Express jeans, a white tank top and my black Timberlands with a solid charcoal coating on the bottom edges of the boots. I walked over to the sink, turning it on for a second, filling my hands with water as I tossed it up into my face, waking myself up a bit. I ran my hands up across my face and then back through my hair, pulling my hair back behind my head, not in its usual ponytail that you would see it in if you caught me backstage. I looked in the mirror, my arms were looking good, my shoulders even better, and of course my traps looking the best of all. I had always been one to keep in shape, but this new diet and workout plan I was on? It was kicking my ass and making me look great at the same damn time. I nodded as I checked myself out in the mirror, lifting my shirt up to see my eight-pack abs and then letting it fall once again. I smirked at myself in the mirror as I continued to look at myself with confidence, throwing around a few of my physique poses I had used in a contest I won a couple of years back. I got lost in the mirror and myself and was brought back to reality by the sound of her voice…
| Desiree Parker |
"What the hell are you doing? You having fun checking yourself out there Mr. Cocky America."
I let out a light chuckle, nodding my head as I turned my attention to the doorway where Desiree stood with her one arm against the door frame, her body leaned towards that side, staring towards me with an eyebrow raised. She looked bored, or at least not interested in being here any longer. She was wearing her black leather jacket, the same grey t-shirt underneath from earlier, but this time she had on a pair of black leggings that I couldn't wait to see the backside on… and of course, her fancy as Louboutin heels, the ones that made everyone in the damn corridor know she was walking backstage, or anywhere in general, fucking echoing and clicking throughout the universe with every step she took. I continued to stare at her, and she spoke again.
| Desiree Parker |
"You read to get out of here yet? I am really sick of being here, I kind of just want to get back to your loft and call it a night… before I bump into that Kitty bitch again and make her taste my size seven heel."
I chuckled once more, except I knew that she wasn't kidding either, Desiree might be hot, look sort of like a bimbo… but she definitely wasn't one, she was not the female that you wanted to fuck with, whether you are a woman or a man, I think she proved that last week when she destroyed whatever was left of Andrew Watts' tiny balls. I took a step towards her, my attention still focused on her as I responded to her.
| Ethan Alexander |
"Yeah, as much as I would love to see you walk all over that ugly bitch from earlier, I am pretty ready to get the hell out of here too. Can I get a rain check on you making her taste your heel though? Because that is something that I would pay to see…"
Desiree nodded her head, crossing her arms across her double-d chest as she stood up straight in the doorway, still focused on me, her eyebrow obviously no longer raised, staring my way with a straight face.
| Desiree Parker |
"Well of course you would pay to see it… nothing involving Desiree Parker is a free show, you know that Ethan. Everything has a price, and the things that I do? They come at a very… very high price."
I figured it was time to test my luck, let's see what I could get out of this… I always had to turn everything into something dirty, then again… wouldn't any man if he had Desiree Parker standing just a few feet away from him? Yeah, exactly, I grinned at Desiree as I responded to her.
| Ethan Alexander |
"Maybe one of these things can come at a very generous price, when we get back to the loft…"
Desiree rolled her eyes and I sort of felt a bit of an internal rejection, I was ready for it, hey at least I gave it a shot, right? Fuck though…
| Desiree Parker |
"Don't get too confident there, I make the rules when it comes to that… lucky for you, I am pretty in the mood for it, so I suggest you hurry up and get me out of here, before I change my damn mind."
And that is exactly why I gave it a shot, I smirked, obviously happy as my face began to glow a bit, just like any man's would, with the exception of a select few who would prefer Ethan Alexander over Desiree Parker, but that is just their view on things, and orientation. I nodded my head as I took a few steps closer to Desiree, getting closer to the doorway myself, standing just a step or two away from her as I looked down at her, staring right into her eyes, still smirking as she looked up at me, her arms still crossed across the balloons that I was planning on suffocating myself between when we got back to the loft. I responded to her, and was ready to get the hell out of here and make sure she "stayed in the mood."
| Ethan Alexander |
"Umm, you don't have to tell me twice… let's go, come on!"
Desiree let out a cocky grin as she nodded her head, biting her bottom lip slightly as she signaled for me to follow her with a head cock. She walked out of the bathroom, a bit of a seductive or sexy type walk as she reached down and grabbed her MK purse. I followed her, grabbing my Nike gym bag off of the nearby couch and throwing it over my left shoulder, following Desiree as she made her way towards the locker room door. Luckily my car wasn't too far, yes… on nice nights like tonight I liked to drive myself to the arena because who doesn't like a nice ride with your woman, rather than a limo or a quick cab drive. I followed Desiree as she pushed the door open and exited into the corridor, she took a step out and I followed, but she stopped. She looked to her left and then to her right, and then turned back at me with a questioned look. I didn't really say anything, waiting for her to speak and finally she did…
| Desiree Parker |
"Uh, which way to the parking lot again, left or right?"
I cocked my head to the right side as she looked up at me with her confused look on her face, surprising too because usually I was the one who couldn't remember shit, she must have really had a long night, that or the thing with that Kitty chick bothered her and was still on her mind.
| Ethan Alexander |
"To the right, go around the corner and then straight out the wrestler's only exit into the employee parking lot."
She rolled her eyes, as she began walking.
| Desiree Parker |
"Yeah, I know that… fuck off, let's go."
Of course she had to make it sound like it was my fault, or she knew what was going on, typical Desiree, always right, never wrong… just like every other woman, only 10 times as bad, and well, you couldn't tell this one she was wrong, or ever argue it, because she has the temper and the ability to literally fucking claw your eyes out, and maybe some other things that you wouldn't want clawed out either. I followed her as she made her way to the right like I mentioned, followed by cutting a corner and beginning to walk straight, the wrestler's only area approaching as we continued to walk. There were a couple of security guards standing by the doors butt they obviously knew who we were and didn't even think to ask or question us, or anything along those lines. We walked right by them, right through the metal detectors…
Beep!
I ignored it, it was probably something in Desiree's bag, or some jewelry or some shit, the security guards ignored it too, considering they never really stopped the wrestlers, I mean… pretty sure their job is to protect us anyways, that is why they are here, likely, positive. I pushed through the exit doors as Desiree followed me; obviously I pushed the door hard enough so that it would stay open for her. We continued to walk a bit, making our way to the second level of the parking garage where I had my 2012 white Lexus LFA coupe parked, the one that would smoke Andrew Watts' crappy GTR anytime and any day. I turned a corner to come to my parking spot and…
| Ethan Alexander |
"WHAT… THE… FUCK… !"
Desiree walked next to me, stopping right beside me as she stood up straight, right to my left and stared forward as well, both of us focused on the same thing.
| Desiree Parker |
"Are you fucking serious? Oh my… wow, that is…."
I shook my head; I could feel the anger and fire burning in every single inch of my body…
| Ethan Alexander |
"I am going to fucking DESTROY him, piece by FUCKING piece!"
I shook my head; I still was in shock at what I was staring at, I wanted to just fucking rip everything apart right now. I was so pissed off that I could just turn around and rip the first person that walked by into shreds, whether they deserved it or not. I knew Desiree felt the same way, I could feel the heat blazing off of her as she stood next to me, she couldn't have been as angry as I was, but she was definitely angry, and she fucking better be. She spoke, I could barely hear anything but the ringing in my head and ears right now, but I think I caught a short of what she said…
| Desiree Parker |
"Um, yeah, you really must, this is un-fucking-real."
I shook my head; I couldn't fucking believe it, I don't think Desiree could either as she placed her hands on her hips, her eyes still locked where my eyes were locked. The fire burning throughout my body was growing even more fierce, even hotter, I felt like I was on fire, I could kill something that was already dead right now, that is how fucking pissed off I was. I stared forward, staring at what we were both focused on, what is it? In case you didn't realize by now, it's my fucking 2012 white Lexus LFA of course…
| Ethan Alexander |
"This…"
I was at a loss for words basically. I continued to stare forward as did Desiree. Both doors were fucking ripped open, my paper work and every document I had in my car was thrown around the car and parking lot, shredded up, ripped up, fucking garbage. My windshield was smashed in, as was my rear windshield and driver's side window, both of my mirrors were on the ground, all four tires were fucking slashed as fuck, but that wasn't even the worst of it... that wasn't even what bothered me that bad, what bothered me the most? The fucking hood... the hood of my fucking 2012 Lexus LFA, the fucking hood, and why? Because spray painted on the hood in a black and yellow spray paint was...
"Watts 4-1-9"
Fucking son of a bitch, black and yellow too, Danger Zone colors. I was fuming, I wanted to just beat the shit out of my car some more, because it was the closest I could get to Andrew Watts right now. Desiree shook her head, taking a step closer to the car, glass everywhere, dents all over the car, both of the headlights completely smashed and shattered. I guess Watts figured this would be payback for turning my back on him, and I can't lie, this one fucking hurt, the son of a bitch really got under my skin, but this was NOT going to stop here. If he thinks he is going to get away with something like this then he better think again, because not only did Watts just initiate a war, he also signed himself up for a living hell, which begins… right… fucking… now! You don't mess with the Sin City Devil… or the Empress of Sin, as she recently began to call herself. This shit with Watts seemed to be over last week, but from the signs of things, it is very… very far from over. Fuck.
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Warning: The following RolePlay contains some FUCKED UP shit!
BRUTAL VALENTINE
At My Loft
CAMERAS - OFF
SCENE - FOUR
Crack!
I cracked my knuckles together as I continued to read the Sin City Wrestling website, what was this? The match card for My Bloody Valentine was up, this is where I told them I would make my debut, let's see what we have here… I zoomed in on the screen a bit as I began to skim through the matches…
STEVE RAMONE vs TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS vs CASEY WILLIAMS vs JOSHUA ACQUIN…
JENNY TUCK vs JAINA HUDSON…
CJ SHARPE and ERIC STEEL vs J2H and BROTHER GRIMM…
JESSIE SALCO vs TRACI PATTERSON vs VERONICA TAYLOR vs TWISTED SISTER vs CANDY OVERTON vs KATE STEELE…
THE NOBODIES vs SIMON JONES AND BEN JORDAN...
I was getting a bit frustrated, where the fuck was my match? If they forgot to book my I swear I will fucking charge in there, raise hell, beat the fucking shit out of everyone and…
| Ethan Alexander |
"There it fucking is… wait, oh God, they put me up against that big baboon?"
I zoomed in a bit more, seriously? Of everyone on the damn roster, they put me up against the idiot that I happened to bump into at the previous Climax Control, makes me wonder if that was set up for this match to happen. Of everyone on the damn roster I have to face six foot eight inch tall, 300 pound fat as fuck so called monster who looked like he is blown up like a damn balloon, yes... in case you are still lost, they are putting me up against Rage, tribal tattoo mania…
| Ethan Alexander |
"This is going to be fun, yeah… I guess."
I guess I have to start off somewhere with my return right? And Rage with the lucky loser who was going to feel the wrath of the Sin City Devil, unfortunate for him, must have some bad luck the big idiot. I shook my head and I noticed that the water was no longer running in the bathroom, I didn't even notice, I guess I was too into the website and looking for myself on the card. I sighed and as I sighed I heard the bedroom door slowly open. I stared over towards the door and walking into the room, wearing nothing but a white bath towel, with her hair pinned up was of course Desiree Parker. I stared as her sexy legs took a few steps towards me and watched her as she pulled her hair down from her ponytail, shaking her head as her dark chocolate brown hair fell from side to side and she looked towards me, cracking a half smile and starting conversation… when really, I just wanted to attack her, rip that towel off, and get to business again.
| Desiree Parker |
"Hey Babe, what are you up to?"
I shrugged a shoulder, looking at the laptop screen and then back at Desiree.
| Ethan Alexander |
"Just looking at the SuperCard matchups, guess who I am facing..."
Desiree shrugged a shoulder as well, looking at me in confusion, not answering as she just stared at me with a blank stare, waiting for me to answer my own question, I nodded my head as I turned my attention back to the laptop screen and began to read it word for word for her.
| Ethan Alexander |
"So, here we go… at SCW My Bloody Valentine TWO... Ethan Lee Alexander vs Rage! This will truly be a battle of the bad asses when the "Sin of Wrath" Rage takes on the man that betrayed and put Andrew watts out of commission -- Ethan Alexander! Rage loves nothing more than a good fight, and Ethan is sure to provide it! Word of caution to Desiree Drake: Don't try to get involved in this one! Certain Kittie's may have claws!"
Out of all of that, Desiree noticed one thing, what they called her on the website… Desiree looked like she was about to blow up with anger, her tone went from casual Desiree to psycho Desiree, even I was a bit worried that I might catch a claw to the face.
| Desiree Parker |
"Desiree Who? Did they FUCKING call me Desiree Drake? Do I look like a blonde, bimbo WHORE like that no talent bitch who sucked her way around the wrestling business? I swear if one more fucking person mixed my name up with hers I am going to fucking slit their throat…"
I shook my head, and put in my two cents.
| Ethan Alexander |
"Did you catch the part of who I am facing? Rage? That idiot that we bumped into backstage… you remember right? The one with the girlfriend that you almost ripped apart, the throat you almost ripped out at Climax Control, I am facing her boyfriend or whatever the hell he was…"
Desiree nodded her head, she calmed down a bit about her name mistake, walking over to the bed, slowly walking towards me as she sat next to me on the bed, leaning back against the headboard next to me as she looked at me and then at the laptop screen.
| Desiree Parker |
"They really did write Desiree Drake, those mother fuckers… how could they, oh whatever… so you and this Rage douchebag eh? That shouldn't be a problem from you, all you have to do is just pop his fake muscles and when he slowly falls to the floor like a deflated balloon, you can stomp his face into the canvas and bam, take the victory, as you usually do, sound about right?"
I nodded my head, because that sounded pretty damn good.
| Ethan Alexander |
"Sounds basically like what I had planned, for whoever I faced… I guess Rage is the unlucky one on the men's roster who happened to draw my name when it came to opponents at My Bloody Valentine… Rage won't be my valentine, but he sure as hell can count on being bloody…"
| Desiree Parker |
"Hey, what is this?"
I leaned forward and took a closer look at what Desiree had just pointed her finger at, I missed this one when I was reading the card, but I see it now and I was reading it aloud as I read it for the first time. Desiree moved her finger away from it as I began to read what she had pointed at.
| Ethan Alexander |
"I must have missed this earlier, interesting… so, let's see what we have here, at the bottom of the card. SCW World Heavyweight Championship Match, decided in an Open Invitational Gauntlet Match, fucking inreresting alright. In only the second time in less than five years, the SCW World Heavyweight Championship is vacant! And headlining this event will be the crowning of a brand new champion! The first SCW Champion was crowned in a Gauntlet Match, and to pay homage to history, that is exactly how this vacancy will be filled tonight! Any Superstar booked tonight will be eligible to participate in this match! "
| Desiree Parker |
"Keep going, or, I got it… NOTE: In this match, every entrant will draw a number. The match begins with two men and each minute a new Superstar will enter the ring. Eliminations happen when a man is thrown out over the top rope and to the floor! (None of this sissy "both feet must touch the floor" in Sin City Wrestling!) When the final two men remain, they will compete one on one and whoever scores the victory will walk away as the brand new SCW World Heavyweight Champion!"
| Ethan Alexander |
"Well, this one is interesting… it's basically a free match to the top for me, if I decide to join it that is…"
| Desiree Parker |
"Hmm, why wouldn't you?! This is your easy way to the top, why wait when you can have it all right now?"
| Ethan Alexander |
"I mean, it is easy… and who else in this thing would honestly beat me? But what about my match with Rage, do I just take on the balloon inflated muscles and after I pop him, go out there and take down competitor after competitor and be crowned the new SCW World Heavyweight Champion…?"
| Desiree Parker |
"Well, that sounds like a pretty good fucking plan to me, don't you think so too?"
| Ethan Alexander |
"It looks like there are a few entrants in this thing already, go figure, right?"
| Desiree Parker |
"Yeah? Who do we got so far, babe?"
I took a bit of a closer look as a list of those planning to enter were already posted on the Sin City Wrestling website, interesting because you'd think some of these people would want to keep it a secret, the element of surprise and what not. I began to read off the list to Desiree.
| Ethan Alexander |
"Alright so we've got the Bieber wannabe, AKA J2H... which, won't be the slightest bit of a problem at all..."
| Desiree Parker |
"Didn't Watts and you beat the fuck out of him and his blow up partner? For someone who has never really had much success in the tag team division where he had someone to throw in the fire and back him, he probably shouldn't take his "talents" to the singles division"
| Ethan Alexander |
"Yeah basically, once a loser always a loser. Anyways, we also have Casey Williams... and you pretty much just explained why he shouldn't be in the tournament with your J2H explanation, another loser, nobody... on to the next one, we have Steve Ramone, remember him?"
| Desiree Parker |
"How could I forget? I loved watching you stomp his face straight into the canvas and covering him for the win. That was one hell of a beating he took from you, but you did take something from him too… his gold, something you could take once again if you enter this gauntlet. It obviously won't be HIS gold, but it will be THE gold."
| Ethan Alexander |
"That's three that we can already mark off of the list, I wonder if anyone remotely impressive or challenging is going to even enter this thing? "
| Desiree Parker |
"Who is next?"
| Ethan Alexander |
"Despayre, oh man... that little short clown who thinks he can wrestle? This list just gets... more and more entertaining by the second..."
| Desiree Parker |
"I could probably kick his ass, are you sure you're reading the right list? This is for the World Heavyweight Championship, right? You'd think they wouldn't just let any loser in this thing…"
| Ethan Alexander |
"Yeah but, I guess they are. Next, we have… Sean Jackson... the most overrated wrestler in SCW history if you ask me. He has won AND LOST the Heavyweight Title more times than I have seen anyone do since I signed my contract in SCW last year. I don't get the hype around this guy, he really has no talent, and everyone he has faced has been other overrated losers like Goth and Lord Raab..."
| Desiree Parker |
"Yeah, any time I see Sean Jackson I throw up a little bit in my mouth…"
| Ethan Alexander |
"Speaking of Goth, guess which overrated loser is next on the list?"
| Desiree Parker |
"God, him too? You really are right, this is just a list of a bunch of overrated jokes and losers, someone might as well just go to a circus wrestling event if they want to see a match like this."
| Ethan Alexander |
"Yeah, the names on this list are making me want to rethink my decision on a career here, you'd think there would be some actual talent in this thing, or maybe they do have talent… just nowhere near my level of talent…"
| Desiree Parker |
"I mean, is anyone near your level of talent? Don't be silly now…"
| Ethan Alexander |
"That's true, a couple more here, let's see… oh of course, the final entry, at least for now... Rage…"
| Desiree Parker |
"Go figure, another idiot loser… is he even going to be able to make it to that match after you are done with him in your match?"
| Ethan Alexander |
"I guess this inflated loser wants to be destroyed twice in the same night…"
| Desiree Parker |
"Wait, twice… does that mean?"
| Ethan Alexander |
"Yeah, why the fuck not? Count me in on this gauntlet, you're looking at the NEXT SCW World Heavyweight Champion…"
| Desiree Parker |
"I mean, I always knew I was…"
I smirked as Desiree leaned in and gave me a medium length kiss on the lips, running her right hand along my cheek and jawline as she slowly pulled her face away, she smirked at me, she had the sexiest smirk… it was bitch mixed with… well, bitch, and I loved it. I nodded my head, staring right into her eyes.
| Ethan Alexander |
"I guess it's time to do what Andrew Watts never could…"
| Desiree Parker |
"Thank God, because I really am horny…"
I pause, for a second, smirking right back at her...
| Ethan Alexander |
"Well, I meant win the SCW World Heavyweight Title… but, I don't mind doing that either…"
| Desiree Parker |
"Yeah, I didn't think you would mind…"
I continue to stare right at Desiree as she leans forward, placing her hand on my cheek again and giving me another nice kiss on the lips, she runs her hand all the way from my cheek, to my bare chest, down my bare abs, and stops right at my waistline. She pulls her lips away from mind as she gives me a confident grin, winking at me and slowly moving herself off of the bed. She stood up on the side of the bed, looking right at me with a sexy smirk as she slowly untied the white towel that was covering her body and just like that… I watched as the towel hit the ground, and it was as if someone turned on a stage of lights at an entertainment studio, her perfectly shaped, naked body shined, looking right at me and telling me "I want you" and well… the rest… the rest if for me to know, enjoy, love, and for you to sit there and think and dream about, cut...
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THE GRAND FINALE
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What?
Yeah...
Well, I guess there are a few things I need to get out in the open before we head to the SuperCard, what is it? My Bloody Vaentine 2? Something like that, or whatever. Anyways, there has been so much chatter, so many questions, so many people who want answers, so many people who are wondering why, motive, what the hell I was thinking, what the hell I am thinking, and where everything goes from now on forward, well... that's al easy, for me at least. So, everyone keeps on asking me why I did what I did, what my reasoning is, why the hell I stooped so low, why I sold out… well let me tell you something. I didn’t stoop low, I didn’t sell out, and I sure as hell didn’t do anything wrong, and anyone who thinks that needs to lookup some history, get some facts together… and realize what a piece of shit Andrew Watts is and why he deserves exactly what he got.
What I did to Andrew Watts was long overdue, long deserved, someone had to do it, except nobody ever had the balls to. Andrew Watts, such a big shot, such a big name in the wrestling business, everyone respects him yet everyone talks so much shit about him when he is not around, so why wouldn't anyone do what I did? Simple, because nobody ever had the balls to do what I did, until now. Balls were shown and who showed them? I showed them, Andrew Watts became a nobody the night that I showed the world just how BIG the balls dangling between my legs are. Watts made mistake after mistake and then he did the big no no, he asked me if I asked him if I was allowed out in the ring while he cut his promo, I didn't realize I needed that douchebag's permission to do something like that, and where did that lead Andrew? Somewhere he should have been put years ago, straight to the canvas, broken into pieces, and possibly broken enough to never be able to step foot in the ring again. I took care of a problem when I took care of Andrew Watts, a BIG problem, a problem that once again, nobody seemed to have been able to take care of, but who did it? That is right, yours truly, the Sin City Devil.
Watts treated everyone around him completely wrong and now look at him, he lost everyone around him. He had the perfect sidekick, the perfect tag team partner and the perfect best friend, the best man that he could have had in his corner, ME... he had a great woman, a woman who is not only dangerous, great to have in your corner, but I can tell you from personal experience ALSO great to have in many other places, if you catch what I am saying... and what did he do? He did the ultimate mistake, Watts made a mistake that cost him everything, Watts got too cocky, lost his 'best friend" if that is what you want to call me, and then? He lost Desiree Parker as well, and guess who is shining like the star that he is right now? That is right, the man who Watts believed would always be in his shadow, the man who Watts always believed would be there to save him... Ethan Alexander, remember the name, Andrew Watts will always remember the name. Because I am the man who took EVERYTHING from Andrew Watts, and next... I take the one thing that Andrew Watts ALWAYS WANTED... but NEVER could have... the SCW World Heavyweight Championship...
That's right, that is me saying that I WILL be entering the SCW Open Invitational Gauntlet Match for the SCW World Heavyweight Champion, and not only will I be entering it, I will be winning it as well, it's basically a done deal, for those who don't understand why... watch some tape of my previous matches, and then look at the jokes who have entered into this match... yeah, exactly, cake walk for this guy right here. But before I can go into that, before I make my way into the gauntlet, I have to take on a singles match, one on one with an oversized douchebag who thinks he is a somebody, not realizing that he like everyone else, is a nobody. Rage, first off, what the fuck kind of name is this? I mean that name is almost as cheesy as that chick that used to wrestle in the Bombshell Division named Misty Waters, like... can we get any more original or cheesy? Speaking of cheesy, I bumped into this guy and his girlfriend last week at Climax Control and Jesus, did his little girlfriend smell like ass cheese or what... I am not sure what this big baboon Rage is into but man this chick smelled like she hadn't showered in four months, and she looked like it too... if you want to talk about someone who needs an in on that extreme makeover show, it's her, I swear this chick looked like one of those dudes off of RuPaul's Drag Race...
I try not to bring her up in front of Desiree because the thought of her makes Desiree want to kill something, and usually the only living thing around when I am with Desiree is me, and pissing her off... you'd never know just who she might rip apart, and I don't want to be that person. Kittie, Desiree has a message for you... she says if you get anywhere near me or try to mess with me or interfere in this match, it will be the last thing you ever do in your life, she plans on putting you into the ground if you even think about having any effect on the outcome of this match, so I would advise you to stay away, maybe hit the showers for once, because if you're at ringside that stench honestly might just distract me...
As for Rage, he was the typical blown up on steroids balloon looking wannabe top wrestler who tried to act all bad ass but really just talked some shit and backed off when things got too hot last week at Climax Control. I mean come on, if you are going to threaten me, get in my face, and say you'd kick my ass, then fucking do it, don't just say shit, act on it... this showed me what kind of wrestler Rage is going to be when he and I go head to head at My Bloody Valentine, an indecisive, mistake making, inconsistent, loser... Rage will be nothing more but another easy win for me, and I could care less what anyone else thinks or says. I could give two shits, or three shits, or even one shit for this loser Rage, because just like everyone else, to me… he is a big, inflated… nobody.
Not to bring up horrible insults right now, but the best thing that Rage had to say last week was that Desiree had a horrible stench coming from her mouth, which he claimed was probably my dick. Bingo, moron... that is my woman, so yes you might catch a whiff of my dick from her breath, and it actually makes me feel a bit better about stepping into the ring with you that you disliked the smell of my cock, because if you did like it, then... we'd probably have an even bigger issue. On the bright side, no stench coming from me or Desiree can ever match the stenches that were coming from you and Kittie, Rage... now I may not be one of the favorites coming into this SuperCard, but people are forgetting just ONE thing... Ethan Alexander has NEVER lost a match in SCW, that's right, underrated? You bet, but not for long... my perfect six match, six win record will stay clean and untouched, but not only will it stay untouched, but the SCW World Heavyweight Championship will also be around my waist come Sunday Night, and that is a lot more than what you an say Rage, because the only thing around your waist will be the belt on the stretcher that is rushing you to the emergency room after I stomp your head straight into the ground. Rage, you have so much hope, so much confidence, but I just have one thing to say... Rage... poor Rage...
As for everyone else in this World Heavyweight Championship Gauntlet Match… there is nothing any of you can do, you can try your best, prepare your best, train every day from right now until Sunday, work out, hit the gym, hit the ring, but nothing any of you do will be good enough… nothing any of you do will prepare you for what you are about to face when you step foot in the ring with Ethan Alexander in the gauntlet match. I don’t care if there are five of you or if there are twenty-five of you. This match was made for me, this Championship was made to be around my waist, and for years and years… months and months… it has been around the wrong waist… wrong waist after wrong waist and come Sunday… it will finally find its way around the waist that it belongs around, the waist of a TRUE Champion and the waist of the NEXT SCW World Heavyweight Champion… a new waist, Ethan Alexander’s waist.
It all starts with a warm-up match with that no good nobody loser Rage, who thinks he is actually going to make it to the gauntlet himself, funny right? Rage thinks that he can just get through a match with me and then enter the gauntlet as well? Rage is mistaken, greatly, Rage will be put in an ambulance and sent to the nearest hospital after our match together, just like every poor soul who enters the Gauntlet Match will be. You have all seen the Sin City Devil in action, you have all seen the Ultimate Sin, you have all seen the damage that is done when Ethan Alexander steps in the ring... it all started with Old Skool... it was followed by R.O.A.R... then the next to feel it was Casey Williams and J2H... R.O.A.R. felt it once more as did Steve Ramone and Joshua Aquin... and we can't forget the Surf Boys either... six matches, six wins, many have faced the Ultimate Sin, and come My Blood Valentine, many more will as well. Why? Because when I SIN... bad things happen, and come Sunday? I plan to SIN again... and again... and again... I shall SIN...
And after all of the SINNING is done… a new king will be crowned, a new Champion will rise… and a new ERA will begin…
The ERA of SIN
The ERA of the DEVIL
The ERA of ETHAN ALEXANDER
Climax…â€
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