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Climax Control Archives / Chapter 5: That old two step
« on: December 01, 2017, 05:51:32 PM »
 Book 1: Redesign
Chapter 5: That old two step
Part 1:The Ball/Years earlier- Told in Mel’s pov (#NP: “Kiss from a Rose” by: Seal )
The moon shone high in the sky as I entered my limousine, heading to the city’s ball at the Devereux’s manor. I had been invited due to my charitable work with the city, and the city’s officials were hoping to meet me, though it was a masquerade, and they wouldn’t even know who I was. I wore a dress, floor length, shining in a glittering black. A diamond necklace adorned your neck, with earrings to match. And to complete the look, a black lace like mask, with blue and red crystals strewn throughout.

It wasn’t long until I arrived at the ball, and the manor was already full of people. I entered the manor, handing the butler my invitation, and he welcomed me with a simple, “Bonjour!” as he gestured me towards the ballroom. I managed to blend in with the crowd, taking a glass from a waiter’s tray before settling on a wall on the opposite side of the ballroom, preferring to watch the people mingle amongst themselves rather than join them.

Soon after, the orchestra began playing music, and couples began to grace the floor, flowing together as they danced across the floor. I sighed softly to myself, for no one had ever shown interest in me, as far as I knew. I never paid much notice to it, with how much I busied myself with your work, but it was moments like these when I wished you did have someone special to come home to at night.

I decided to move on, tired of seeing the happy couples all around I, and decided to slip away from the party and explore what of the manor I could. Slipping through the doorway, I found yourself in the foyer of the manor, and you couldn’t help but admire the vastness of it all. There were so many ways to go, I had no idea where to start. I saw a hallway, that while almost completely dark, had a faint light shining at the end of it. I decided to follow that light, curious to see what mysteries it held.

After making sure that no one was around, I made my way to the corridor, walking down it towards the light. I found that it was a door, cracked half open, and peering inside its room, I found that no one was inside, so my made your way in, interested to learn what the room that called me to it held.

I braced myself for the marvels that the room held, only to be greeted with a… library of sorts. It wasn’t the big secret I were hoping to find while exploring, but I did love books however, so I decided to check and see what books the family held in their collection. I came across quite a few classics, others I haven’t even heard of, and suddenly, like a spark in a dark night, I came across my favorite book, Dracula, by Bram Stoker. I hadn’t expected someone like the family to own a book like this one, but I quietly and carefully slipped it off the shelf, deciding to flip through a few pages. I smiled to myself as I read through it, the few pages I was glancing at already vastly more entertaining than the party out there. Skimming another page, I found a line that jumped out at me, and I paused, deciding to read the entire thing slowly.

“There was something about them that made me uneasy, some longing and at the same time some deadly fear. I felt in my heart a wicked, burning desire that they would kiss me with those red lips.”

I wasn’t sure why I paused at that line, but I barely had time to think when you jumped at the sound of the door creaking open. I quickly shut the book, and made a move to put it back in its spot on the shelf, but instead I froze in place, as the person who had entered the room cleared their throat, as if preparing to speak.

“Caught you red handed did I?” His voice was deep and smooth, like a fine wine.

I chuckled nervously, and hid the book behind my back as you turned around to face who was speaking to you. Finally facing them, I felt like you recognized this person. Looking at them properly, I saw that he wore a tuxedo, one of the highest quality, and it fit him perfectly. A white rose was placed on his lapel, and on his face he sported a mask, which covered only his eyes. After a further inspection of his face, I realized that even though he wore a mask, I could tell exactly who he was. The Son. This left me even more nervous, a blush visually forming on my cheeks, as I were flustered by being caught by the owner of the manor himself.

“I- uh- well- you see, Mr. Devereux- The thing is-”

“Oh darling. Call me Sam. Please.”

I blushed as he got closer and closer, until he finally reached his hands up to touch my mask.

“And since you figured out who I was so quickly, it’s only fair that I know who you are too, hmm?”

“S-Sam I- You-”

I was so flustered that I didn’t even know what to say. I felt powerless to stop him as he slipped my mask off, revealing my face.

“Ah! You’re Miss Melanie Gabrielle, are you not?”

I was still fairly speechless, so I simply nodded in response.

“I’ve been dying to meet you so I personally made sure you were invited. I’m quite a big fan of the charity work you’ve done for this town.”

“W-Well thank you… I-I’m glad you like what I’ve done.”I gulped, still a little nervous at how close he was to me.

“So Melanie, why is it that I found you here alone in my private library, hmm?”Sam asked, tucking a stray hair of mine behind my ear.

“Well… um…” I knew I was in no position to lie to him, so I simply went for the truth.“The thing is, I was starting to get tired of the party.”

“I see. Well I understand. After being at as many of these parties as I have, I too tire easily of parties like this. It’s a shame that I do still have to mingle for a little longer. Would you mind accompanying me, and possibly,”Sam then leaned in close to my ear, whispering into it.“Treating me to a dance after?”

Sam’s voice, low and deep against my ear, was intoxicating. I felt almost like I was under a spell, compelled to reply to him.“Yes, I’d be delighted.”

“Shall we then?”Sam said, holding out his hand to me.

“Of course… Let me just…”I pulled the book out from behind my back, gesturing towards the bookshelf with it.

Sam looked at the book I was reading as you placed it back on the bookshelf, and quietly smirked to himself as I turned back to face him, placing my hand in his. “Oh! Can’t forget this, now can we?” He placed my mask back upon my face before leading me back to the ballroom.

Entering the ballroom, everyone’s eyes seemed to be on you as the two of you entered hand in hand, and they all wondered who this mystery woman was, showing up with the Son. Sam led you towards the crowd, and sensing your nervousness, he squeezed your hand gently in reassurance before leaning in to whisper in your ear once more. “Relax dear, everything will be fine. Don’t you worry.” As soon as his words hit my ear, I felt my worries melt away, almost as if it was magic.

I followed Sam as he walked through the crowd, welcoming and conversing with everyone. When he was finally finished, he placed an arm around my waist and led you to the dance floor. There were a few couples already dancing there, waltzing gracefully across the floor to the music that the orchestra that played in the background. Sam then faced me towards him, keeping that one arm on my waist, before taking the other hand in his. I realized what he was doing, and blushed, looking down and away from him. As much as I would have loved to dance with him, I also had no experience whatsoever. “Melanie? Is there something wrong?” He looked at me, slightly concerned.

“Sam… The thing is, I don’t know how to dance…”I still wouldn’t look at him, nervous he’d look down on me for agreeing to dance with him when I didn’t know how. Sam, however, instead of thinking badly of my skills, tightened his grip on your waist, pulling me flush against him. The movement shocked me, forcing me to look up at him.

“Trust in me Melanie. Just follow my lead and everything will work out just fine.” I nodded, and as Sam began to dance, I felt my feet follow his almost if by magic. Sam twirled me around masterfully, and I felt just as graceful as the all the others dancing around us. The two of us danced for a couple songs, and once we were tired out, Sam led me off to the side of the ballroom.

“This night has been wonderful Sam, thank you very much for the dance.”I genuinely thanked Sam, and though I didn’t want the night with him to end, I were expecting that he would want to leave me now, and spend more time with his other guests.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. I too am having a wonderful time, and I was wondering if you’d like to maybe continue the night somewhere more…” Leaning in to my ear again, you could feel Sam’s lips brush against my earlobe as he continued.“Private?”

I blushed, knowing what he was insinuating. But I wanted it. There was something about Sam that made you want to not leave his side, and I was elated that he wanted this as well. I nodded, a little more enthusiastically than I had wanted, not able to find the words to properly respond. Sam chuckled as he watched me and my enthusiasm. He then discreetly led me out of the ballroom, and upstairs. I followed him up the stairs, and walked with him down a hallway until he stopped, opening a door that revealed his bedroom.
Part 2: Sam’s blog entry. (#NP: “You Will Know My Name” by: Arch Enemy)
Sam: Ah a championship match against Griffin; the last time we faced Griffin, I did win…
Griffin Hawkins the name is not particularly synonymous with success and dominance. However, I don't wish to discredit the man nor talk down his achievements. Many consider him to be somewhat of a joke but in reality, he has defeated some of the best. It may be a surprising turn of events but you can't say that the man is not impressive in his own right. Therefore, I will take him incredibly seriously heading into this. He is a smart man, even if that isn't initially clear. It's true though because in the ring, he can indeed be a force to be reckoned with.

However, Griffin, you are soon to be faced with a man who is one of the most dominant ever to step into a SCW ring. I may not necessarily be the same force I once was and I have struggled as of late to do anything particularly noteworthy. That doesn't mean, however, that I've lost my edge. I refuse to believe this and one more victory this week will just go to show that I may not be at my best but frankly, that's still far greater than most. I'm not always the most confident man but the records don't lie and that's a viable and reasonable argument to make.

I am far from my absolute best but regardless, I can still get through this match and no doubt, get through it. I can survive this battle against a man who is yet to walk away with significant victories. I can indeed defeated Griffin and I can indeed walk away with an opportunity that I feel I have deserved for some time. As perhaps the most dominant athlete on Climax Control in its history, I feel this opportunity is somewhat overdue and therefore, I will do what I can. I will even go above and beyond in order to ensure my success in this as I go ahead and finally earn the opportunity of a lifetime and when all is said and done, I will be standing tall as your new Internet Champion.

A lengthy amount of time has elapsed since I saw significant success on the Climax control brand but I am prepared to step up once more this week to relive that former glory. I have been there before and I won’t hesitate to again. This is precisely the sort of opportunity I have been merely waiting for. It was just around the corner and I was aware of that. Finally, it has arrived.

Griffin perhaps against anybody else, you would truly stand a chance. If that was the case, then you would be living out your dreams all at once but instead, you are faced with a man who will not hesitate to hurt another human being for the sake of it. In addition to that, I just want to be considered the greatest again – this is the opportunity for that and you stand in my way. Therefore, this is where it all goes horribly wrong for you...

Of course, Griffin is not the sort of name who you know will give you an easy ride. Instead, that’s the name who you should perhaps worry about. Given his intensity in the ring and the overall success that he’s had during his time here, I have gained nothing but respect for him. However, as I have stated from day one, some of the most destructive and phenomenal matches can stem from mutual respect and therefore, this can be a highlight of my career.

He’ll do what we can and we’ll go above and beyond to steal the show and prove ourselves. Regardless of the result, we’ll both be able to shake one another’s hands out of respect and leave with our heads held high. In what is already an incredibly hardcore show, we’re going to prove why you and I are going to be able to steal the show as THE most hardcore athletes. This is where we both feel most comfortable and this is essentially our home. It’s second nature to us so while I respect you and know that you can feel comfortable in these sorts of matches, this is not your time.

It’s not going to be easy to accept that there is a genuine threat standing opposite me in that ring but regardless, I am not going to back down. I haven’t before and I’m not going to start now. There is very little chance that you will be able to put a stop to me but ultimately, I will leave with one more victory to my name and I can say with pride that it’s a victory over one of the best.

Fade to black.

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Climax Control Archives / Chapter 4: Just another tale
« on: November 10, 2017, 08:00:37 PM »
 Book 1: Redesign
Chapter 4: Just another tale
Part 1: Once a go
Night time filled Denmark as Samuel Devereux tucked in Athena (younger) into bed for the night. As of late, the wrestling lives of the Magi-Blood has been like a rollercoaster and Athena could sense it. The five year old looked up at her Father as he smiled at her.

“There you go kiddo; Would you like a story?” Asked Sam.

Athena nodded.

“You know Athena, Sam’s gotta ask, why don’t you speak in a full sentence? I mean you’re going to be six in a few months.” Sam asked.

“No reason.” Her voice rang out.

Sam couldn’t help but to laugh at that. He sat in the chair next to the bed and let his mind wander.

“I think I have a good one for you tonight child.” Sam started.

Athena’s eyes turn bright in excitement for tonight’s tale.

“In a land far away, and when I say that, I mean Las Vegas; was a kingdom called SCW. It was ruled by a king and a queen for a day. Don’t ask why child, Sam doesn’t know the answer. Anways because of this, the royal family was in a crisis!”

Sitting on their thrown, the current royal family. But they really couldn’t call themselves that. They didn’t have any children, the Queen wasn’t ready to have any naturally…

“My King, why don’t we just adopt? I mean, it’ll be for a day and we’re having a grand ball after all!” The Queen smiled.”

Of course, the lady was the one in charge. Y’all know how it is. The king turned to her.

“I like the idea! We can get some of the best warriors in the land both male and female!” The King added.

So it was agreed and the invitations were sent out and the queen and king, for the prince’s side of things, they had asked a bard, a beast tamer, a warrior, an entertainer and a mage! Little did they know that the battle for princedom would be a bloody one.

Athena looked at Sam.

“Then what?!” The little one asked.

“Well we’ll find out soon. I mean real soon, guess you get a part two come Sunday.” Sam replied.

“No fair!” She screamed.

Sam patted her hair and smiled.

“Hey relax little one. Time for you to sleep, I don’t need your Mother killing me.”

Sam rose to his feet and slowly exited the room. He shut both the lights and the door before walking away.

“So this is going to be interesting. I’m not sure why but I feel like we’re stuck in some DND type stuff. Regardless though, I wish you all good luck. These types of matches are never easy and someone can end up in the Rp.” Sam sighed.

Sam took a pause and looked into Gunnar’s room. He could see his son, sleeping and Sam smiled. He shut the door and started to walk away.

“Josh Woodrum, Last week was not easy for me but it did work in my favour. I will, once again, walk away with another victory and one where I will show the world what I am capable of. Of course, Josh is not the sort of name who you know will give you an easy ride. Instead, that’s the name who you should perhaps worry about. Given his intensity in the ring and the overall success that he’s had during his time here, I have gained nothing but respect for him and the rest of the roster for that matter. However, as I have stated from day one, some of the most destructive and phenomenal matches can stem from mutual respect and therefore, this can be a highlight of my career.

However, it’s clear that neither of us necessarily have the experience in this match type. While we do both pride ourselves on being hardcore athletes, a hardcore is not something that either of us are quite able to say we’ve participated in so it’s new to us but it’s something that we’ll both no doubt be able to fit into. This is our sort of environment and we’ll feel more comfortable within it. Therefore, I am excited about the opportunity to hurt someone in this way. No offense, of course but this is where I show who the more dominant force out of the two of us are.

Josh – we’ll do what we can and we’ll go above and beyond to steal the show and prove ourselves. Regardless of the result, we’ll both be able to shake one another’s hands out of respect and leave with our heads held high. In what is already an incredibly hardcore show, we’re going to prove why you and I are going to be able to steal the show as THE most hardcore athletes. This is where we both feel most comfortable and this is essentially our home. It’s second nature to us so while I respect you and know that you can feel comfortable in these sorts of matches, this is not your time. You are more inconsistent and less experienced than me and therefore, I will take advantage of that.


It’s not going to be easy to accept that there is a genuine threat standing opposite me in that ring but regardless, I am not going to back down. I haven’t before and I’m not going to start now. There is very little chance that you will be able to put a stop to me but ultimately, I will leave with one more victory to my name and I can say with pride that it’s a victory over one of the best.” Sam nodded.

Sam paused to make sure that the triplets were out cold.

“Aaron Isaacs, many consider him to be somewhat of a joke but in reality, he has defeated some of the best. It may be a surprising turn of events but you can't say that the man is not impressive in his own right. Therefore, I will take him incredibly seriously heading into this. He is a smart man, even if that isn't initially clear. It's true though because in the ring, he can indeed be a force to be reckoned with.

You are soon to be faced with a man who is one of the most dominant ever to step into a wrestling ring. I may not necessarily be the same force I once was and I have struggled as of late to do anything particularly noteworthy. That doesn't mean, however, that I've lost my edge. I refuse to believe this and one more victory this week will just go to show that I may not be at my best but frankly, that's still far greater than most. I'm not always the most confident man but the records don't lie and that's a viable and reasonable argument to make.

I am far from my absolute best but regardless, I can still get through this match and no doubt, get through it. I can survive this battle against a man who is yet to walk away with significant victories. I can indeed defeated Aaron and I can indeed walk away with an opportunity that I feel I have deserved for some time. As perhaps the most dominant athlete in history, I feel this opportunity is somewhat overdue and therefore, I will do what I can. I will even go above and beyond in order to ensure my success in this as I go ahead and finally earn the opportunity of a lifetime and when all is said and done, I will be standing tall as your Prince.

A lengthy amount of time has elapsed since I saw significant success on SCW but I am prepared to step up once more this week to relive that former glory. I have been there before and I won’t hesitate to again. This is precisely the sort of opportunity I have been merely waiting for. It was just around the corner and I was aware of that. Finally, it has arrived.

Aaron perhaps against anybody else, you would truly stand a chance. If that was the case, then you would be living out your dreams all at once but instead, you are faced with a man who will not hesitate to hurt another human being for the sake of it. In addition to that, I just want to be considered the greatest again – this is the opportunity for that and you stand in my way. Therefore, this is where it all goes horribly wrong for you...” Sam’s eyes gleamed a bit dark.

Sam checked to make sure the lights were turned off. After inspecting he saw that they were off and he continued his walk.

“Big Tiger, a man who always has one of the greatest fighting spirits in this business but the spectacular inability to live up to any of his promises. I do see why he's as confident as he is. I understand where he's coming from and no doubt, he is a talented athlete but at the same time, he needs to become aware of his failures. It is, in fact, rare that he does live up to his promises and more often than not, he suffers loss. He'll rarely take those into consideration and he'll just carry on with business as though nothing ever went wrong. In some ways, that is admirable - he won't allow losses to affect him. However, if he opts to never acknowledge them, then he'll just fall into making the same mistakes. Either way, this can't end positively for him.

And as talented as Tiger is, I am far superior. I don't mean that in a particularly arrogant manner but it makes sense. He's fast, he's strong, he's smart. I am all of those things and more and the fact that I have just few losses is all proof of that.

I do know that you're a multi-time champion and it's clear that I have felt what you can do, I've both felt it and seen it in action. Therefore, I'm aware of what you're all about and Tiger, I do appreciate your talents. I know just how strong you are and you're a tough son of a bitch. But when you're faced up against someone like me, then you tend to just crumble and those huge victories will forever elude you - this will merely be one more. I don't want to say that you stand no chance as a prince must always give an opponent credit - that's the smart thing to do. I know that you'll give me a fight and provide me with a real challenge but I am not concerned. I have defeated you before and you did not act as a legitimate threat so I will not pretend that you are this time around.

After all, I see nothing more than failure plaguing your career right now and while you're a smart man, I do not see you as being smart enough to find a way to escape it and battle out of this negativity. So instead, you're going to continue in similar fashion until you're met with pain, suffering and of course, one more loss.

Don't say I didn't warn you. I am giving you a chance, Tiger I'm just hoping that you finally take it. I do believe in you to get even further one day but you have to change your mindset and mentality. Until then, you're destined to fail, I'm afraid.

So Tiger, I hope for you not to become entirely too arrogant heading into this and at least give me some credit. After all, you are smart enough to do so - so perhaps we won't necessarily see any significant weakness from you this week and maybe - just maybe - you won't resort to making those same mistakes again although either way, I will not be surprised. You have the potential, Tiger - it is now the time to use it. I will be expecting your absolute best - just as you should expect that of me. And between us, we can potentially steal the show. I know I'm capable of that but are you? I guess we'll have to decide.” Sam continued.

Sam had made sure next that Fenrir and Helba were asleep. He knew the two canines normally weren’t though; they’d be up patrolling the area to keep everyone safe. Sam peaked in and saw the couple, cuddled up together. Slowly he shut the door.

“Finally Caleb Storm, I don't perceive this to be anything personal but we are both fighting for the same thing, so it's going to turn personal for that particular reason. However, I still wish to give you the utmost respect throughout this match and the build-up that goes with it. After all, I do not have any pre-existing issues with you and in fact, I wish to give you all the credit in the world. To defeat you is a huge deal and therefore, you can no longer be called the underdog. As far as I'm concerned, you've officially earned your position here and it's a huge deal. This has entirely altered the landscape of the entire SCW. Nobody else could have made that much of an impact that quickly as you did, Caleb - so again, I'm impressed.

But while I can stand here and offer you plenty of respect and admiration, I must also look at this realistically. After all, while you have just done something phenomenal, I have been doing that for almost two whole years here in the SCW. Since day one, I have remained in control of my career and more often than not, I've defeated huge names. In fact, there are very few I am yet to defeat here. I have remained on top of any brand I have wrestled on - so to being a man who is not yet a World Champion seems outrages to some degree. Perhaps I am entirely too confident at this point - feeling as though I'm owed more than I am. Maybe it turns out that I am not World Champion material after all - but there is only one way to find out. So when we step into the ring together this week, Caleb, I want to not only face you at your best but I want to prove that this is the correct place for me to be. This is where I should be - it seems right.

So do I feel as though I can defeat you? I'm afraid to say the answer is yes, Caleb. While you deserve all the credit in the world for your performance at the PPV, you are still perhaps not ready for a battle like this. I have defeated far bigger names and remained far more consistent than you. I don't want to detract from what you've done but I have to believe that this should be a match I can overcome. It's nothing new to me, honestly.

I hold nothing against you, much like I'd believe you will not hold anything against me. This is about business and this is about you and I stealing the show! I know we're both capable of it. So Caleb - let's just go out there and steal the show. If ever there was a time for it - then that would be now.” Sam finished.

Sam stopped at a door.

“But men, I’m already a king, I am a king of the Magi-Blood and I’m the king to my wife’s queen. If this prince thing means anything, then let me take another kingdom for us all. Good luck guys and see you out there.” Sam winked.

Sam opened the door and Mel is sitting in bed. She turned to him and smiled.

“Let’s rest shall we?”

Fade to black.

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Climax Control Archives / Chapter 3: Slowly
« on: September 22, 2017, 08:11:37 PM »
 Book 1: Redesign
Chapter 3: Slowly

Part 1: Father (#NP: “Ghost of Days Gone By” by: Alterbridge)
Samuel sat back as his daughter Athena (the younger) ran in the yard with their wolves Fenrir and Helba. It was actually sunny out for it being late September and Sam was enjoying this. He was enjoying seeing his family and taking care of the kids. Gunnar was sitting next to Sam, working on a drawing. The triplets were inside napping. Mel was out meeting with an old friend.

Sam: Tre belle.

Gunnar turned to his Dad and smiled.

Gunnar: T-T-Tr-Tr.

Sam: Trying to speak French?

Sam got up and sat on the floor, across from his son. Gunnar smiled and crawled over to Sam.

Gunnar: Trrr-Tre-Tre b-belle.

Sam: C’mon little guy, you got this.

Gunnar: Tre Belle!

Sam started to clap for his son. Gunnar got up and started to run a small circle repeating the phrase over and over.

Mel: What’s he celebrating about?

Sam looked and smiled at his wife.

Sam: He spoke French.

Mel: Oh that’s good.

Sam slowly got up and picked up Gunnar. Gunnar was laughing hard and Sam put him on his shoulders.

Mel: Too cute. Thanks for watching the kids, I didn’t know I was going to be away this long.

Sam: You’re my wife, of course I’ll do anything for our kids and to support you.

Mel felt herself blush and Athena joined them, followed by the two wolves.

Athena: Hi.

Sam: Hey sweetheart, what’s up?

Athena looked to him and then at Mel and back at him.

Mel: She’s saying nothing really.

Sam: Still getting used to that.

Athena smiled and giggled.

Mel: I know you are.

Sam: I have a match tomorrow.

Mel: Be careful and always expect the unexpected.


Part 2: Pre-match (#NP: “Gold on the ceiling” by: the Black Keys)
Climax Control was edging ever closer and there seemed to be a lot of buzz around certain matches. Understandable. There was more than enough to be excited about. One particular match happened to be what was just the match for Sam as he took on the undefeated that was Kris Halc. The two men were set to do battle against one another in a Roulette champion match - typically a match consisting of the best of the best. Although it was understandably tough for almost anybody to agree that Sam was necessarily one of the best. Regardless, here he was and he was finishing off his preparations for this huge battle.

Sam: I dunno much about where we are right now. I can't say Wellington,New Zeland means a lot to me but being somewhere new is a good thing. It's actually positive. I mean, while I dunno much about the city I'm in, I know just how important it is to be here. I'm about to head on down to the ring in this awesome arena and perform in one of the first real explosive matches in 2017. In addition to that, it's kinda fun to visit places like this. It's hard to feel comfortable in a place you dunno much about but still, I'm happy to get to know it. Lookin' around definitely takes the edge of having to deal with the pressure of my upcoming match. So I'll be honest, I feel honored to be a part of something like this. It's definitely a huge perk of this job. As well as just being able to do what I've dedicated my life to.

I've been wantin' to be a part of a company like this for as long as I can remember and here I am, living the dream.

He shrugged as he sat back.

Sam: Frankly, it's been a fairly quiet week for me... and in general. When have I ever been one to take things such as these lightly and handle them any other way? I have a tendency to do more than is required but so what? It's just my style. And I have continued to prepare in the best manner I possibly can and I'm now very much ready for the battle to commence. So Kris... I'll say to ya once again that I'm ready for this match to unfold and I dunno about you but I'm ready to steal the damn show.

I can prove this week that the company were right to believe in me and allow me to be their Roulette Challenger. Their confidence in me was certainly correct. I'm thrilled they gave me the chance to begin with but what's even better is that they were right to do that. Finally getting that one on one - and feeling on top of the world because of that. And I aim to do precisely the same thing this week. This opportunity could or could not be as great as the first. After all, management knew on some level I could defeat Griffin Hawkis. But do they believe I can defeat Kris? I doubt anybody believes that. So maybe this is not an intended opportunity but rather them wanting to challenge me. They don't want things to be easy for me, I get that. But pitting me against a man who has quite literally done everything there is to do in this company? That's insane.

I know I still maintain some stigma of being that 'punk kid' who walked straight on in here and got exactly what I wanted on day 1. Obviously, those who have been working harder than myself have gotta be pissed off with that. But I mean, I haven't actually proven otherwise yet so that's my own fault, I guess. So if people are judging me, that's completely justified. I don't feel as though I've set my sights too high though and what I want from life is completely reachable if I keep working for it and well, I will.

It's true that earlier in this week, I did state that I was aware of Kris's abilities and this is still true because I'm a smart guy but I am still uncertain as to whether or not he truly sees what I can do. Sure, there's less material for him to work with here but the concept is still the same. He needs to go and find out what I'm capable of - that's what winners do. I'm not my own biggest fan at times but at least I know what I'm capable of and I can even give myself credit where credit is due. I'm pretty good, Kris - I've just never had an outlet to express myself before but at last, I'm here, doing this and kickin' ass.

Thing is, I'm a nice guy really. What you see right here is a pretty cool guy, giving his opponent props. That's what I do. I got made respect for everyone in this business - if they deserve it. You are one of the ones that do, Kris. But what you also have to be aware of and this is something I may have failed to mention prior to now is that fact when I do step into the ring, I'm not so nice. I happen to put all that aside and focus more on causing pain and suffering to the opposition. I kinda - snap. I mean, I'm a vicious guy in that ring, maybe more so than you're used to. But I dunno. I don't know exactly what it is that I do in that ring - but something pushes me over the edge and to the point where I don't even know what I'm doin' but I do it anyway. I'm not actively seeking to hurt you or cause you damage but if it happens, it happens. That's what this sport is all about.

I know that since we are both men, there is a lot of pressure on both of us but I personally can't wait for this match. We're both gonna kill it and no matter what, I hope there'll still be respect amongst us after the match. Either way, that's what I want to see. I sure as hell won't be pissed if I lose to a legend and I hope you can still respect a newbie like myself if I do happen to win. I still stick by the fact that I've got respect for you but I will do whatever it takes to me an impact in this match and I will stop at nothing. That's just how it is.

He looked down at his bo-staff and threw it over his shoulder.

Sam: So bring it on, Kris. I've said it more than enough times this already so I'll leave it there. We can steal the show. I know I'll back that up and given you are the veteran here, I expect you to as well. Let's get this show on the road.

Fade to black.

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Supercard Archives / KRIS (c) V SAMUEL D v ACQUIN
« on: September 01, 2017, 08:27:54 PM »
 Book 1: Redesign
Chapter 2: Another match

Part 1: How I met your Mother (“Rydia” from Final Fantasy IV)
~Years earlier~
“Hey, hey! Open your eyes.”

Sam: Huh?

“You need to open your eyes.”

A younger Samuel Devereux had just woken up from getting knocked out. The man was being chased by angry men who ended up losing a card game to him. Sam’s game with cards was top notch and if he really wanted he could have been on “World Poker Tour”. Sam remembered his bo-staff coming out and him fighting back the best he could.

Sam: W-who are you?

A cold wash cloth touched his forehead and Sam sighed contently. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Melanie above him. Her face though was close to his a bit.

Melanie: Ah you’re alive and well; I’m glad for that honestly. I thought those vampires got to you for a few moments. Looked like they were going to drain you dry…what did you do that pissed them off so much?

Sam: Poker game, them boys are sore losers.

Mel giggled and started to check to see if Sam had any wounds. Sam got flushed at the sight of her and he could see her aura. A side of both pink and periwinkle, now he knew that was rare. Mel got up and walked over to a fridge and got Sam some water.

Melanie: What’s your name?

Sam: Samuel, Samuel Devereux, Ma’am.

Mel handed him the bottle and slowly sat him up.

Melanie: It’s a pleasure to meet you; my name is Melanie Gabrielle. If you’re wondering, you’re at my home in Denmark. I found you passed out in the street after taking care of your issues.

Sam: Melanie…quel beau nom.

Melanie: Merci beaucoup.

Sam: You speak French?

Melanie: Yes, I speak English, Danish, French, Russian and Greecian.

Sam couldn’t believe what he just heared.

Sam: How do I look?

Melanie: You seem to be fine, but I need you to stay here though for the night. Just make sure you don’t have a mutation.

Sam: Mutation?

Mel laughed and shook her head.

Melanie: I’m sorry Sam, I guess you are new to all of this. Sam, we are called Magi-Blood, we have powers from different Gods and Goddess yet we’re in mortal bodies, we age slower because of this…I can tell you’re on of us. Usually we can’t and we’d have to do a blood test but when I found you, I could feel the power coming from you.

Sam: Is that why I can see auras?

Mel nodded.

Mel: It’s a power out of a million of them. Huh, who would have known I would ran into someone like this.

Sam: So what you’re sayin is, that Sam here, is something special?

Mel: More or less, if you wish, my family and I can train you, we can help you control your abilities and learn how to use them for the better good.

Sam let out a yawn but nodded.

Sam: Pardon me, I hope that wasn’t rude.

Melanie: It’s fine, it’s late anyways, it’s about two am here…Sam I would like for you to think on what I have asked.

Sam: Of course.

Mel: Good night Sam.

Sam: Good night Melanie.

~~

Part 2: Blood lust (#NP: “Dreams” by: Tyr)
Sam lifted an axe up into the air, he swung it down and cut the fire wood in the back yard of his home. Melanie watched from the back porch of the place and she smiled. Mel could say that she was proud of him for all that he’s done over the years. Sam noticed Mel and waved to her and Mel smiled kindly at him. She turned and walked into the house. Sam lifted up his axe and swung it again.

CRUNCH!

Sam: I am thankful that I can stand here and state that my career appears to have returned to it's previous level of success. I appear to have regained control of the course of my career and I am thrilled to be able to say that.

It's not often that I can say I don't stand before you as a champion. I just grew accustomed to being a champion so to now not have one in my possession? It's a strange sensation but all can be rectified this week. I am not necessarily known as being a team player either but I am starting to learn. It has allowed me to grow as a person and as an athlete so it's a new challenge for me and I embrace it. Therefore, I am prepared for this, even if we are considered the underdogs in comparison to the well-known, notoriously successful and established teams. We are not the favorites, regardless of the fact that I, myself, am rarely not considered to be.

Instead, the world needs to understand that I'm not a broken man. Instead, I am a fighter and one who is willing to push himself beyond the confines of limits. I can break out of that and push myself further than ever. Success awaits me once more - I'm aware of this. I am not giving up, just due to the bumps in the road I have recently been faced with. After all, I refuse to give the world that sort of satisfaction. I feel I no longer have anything to prove but I certainly will continue to ensure I'm seen as a legitimate threat.

Kris Halc, I have nothing but respect for you. You have fought to get to where you are now and gone from nothing to something in a short space of time. That level of growth is admirable. Therefore, I can't hold anything against you but I hold significant respect and admiration for you. I am actually quite excited to step foot into the ring with a man of your caliber so this is exciting to me. You have been on the warpath, attempting to break away from the idea that you are a weak link or even a fluke. I admire that determination and it certainly seems as though it's starting to work. Well done.

Now, you have achieved those goals and aspirations you had set yourself back then. Congratulations. You now have the enjoyment and satisfaction of calling yourself a champion. However, you seem to take more pride in righting the wrongs as opposed to halting them from happening in the first place. While resiliency is key and awfully admirable, that can also be used as nothing more than an excuse for those who don't know what it means to be truly dominant nor consistent. It's a smart defense. Those who are less intelligent than you would simply deny it entirely. You can at least distort the truth to the point where you seem slightly more commendable. Again, congratulations. Others might not see though that.

However, this is where the reverence ends. I'll continue to respect you, Kris. You are hands-down one of the most talented in-ring professionals I have had the honor of sharing the ring with. You are not invincible, though. You portray yourself as a man who knows it all and a man who can do it all. You can't. It's a harsh reality to be faced with and it is tough for you to have to accept. This same sense of pretension took you down last week, for example. I am not claiming that you are now on some sort of downward spiral all because of one momentary lapse of judgement. I wouldn't be as foolish as to do so.

Either way, I still see a lack of focus within you. There is an urgency, almost. The pressure is upon me more now than ever since I'm expected to maintain my undefeated streak but I can handle this. Can you?

I'm not going to head into this in a nonchalant manner because I'm aware that I am the one with more to lose in this battle. Losses, while not common for you, are possible and I am a prime example of that. I'm one of the few in the elite group who can say with confidence that they once got the best of the mighty Kris. I will also be the first to say that I did that on more than one occasion. I should perhaps be more defensive, considering that it is my undefeated streak on the line. Obliterating that and catapulting yourself to greatness is in your grasp, Kris and you believe you can take it. There are very few in this world with the capabilities of doing just that. It is possible, of course. Nothing is sacred, nothing is out of reach. I won't remain undefeated forever and I have accepted that as an inevitability. You can defeat me, Kris but I will argue my case as to why this will not be your opportunity to take - not this week. A victory over me will once again elude you - it's merely out of your grasp.

Your skills are commendable and you're one of the most praiseworthy and exciting athletes of our time. However, I can counter your agility and speed with my strength and technical prowess. As a proud all-rounder in the ring, it's hard for anybody to pinpoint significant flaws in my technique. Therefore, that's another quality I hold over you. I take no pride in continuing to dent you confidence but let's not forget, Kris, when your head isn't in the game, you are in grave danger.


Joshua Acquin…nice to see you again. The name is hardly synonymous with terror, aggression, dominance. It does not fill you with a crippling sense of fear or dread. He is lackluster in speech and lackluster in action. He is not a force to be reckoned with and is instead, not somebody to be entirely concerned about. Due to that, myself and Josh can be considered polar opposites. I am not a fraud nor am I liar. Instead, I'm a man of my word. I am a threat. I am a dominant force. I am a Magi-Blood. I m also incredibly smart and therefore, will not take Zach lightly in the way he probably will with me.

Let me interrogate you somewhere here, Josh - are you considered to be of championship material? Do you genuinely believe that you are are? If so, what proof do you have of this? If not, then why not? Have you concluded what is needed to make an imperative change? Also, if you are not yet in that potential championship position, then why are you here? If you refuse to accept change and implement it, then that in itself shows a lack of care and that immediately places you further away from success than ever before. I'm sure that you are growing accustomed to this, however. I don't wish to make such assumptions but based on your lack of success here, that's a viable estimation - wouldn't you agree?

I appreciate that you have been pushing yourself as of late and currently have one victory to your name. That sounded condescending, I'm sure, but that was not my intention. I'm stating facts so it's beyond my control if they sound imperious. I'm asking you to ask yourself though Josh, can you really do this? Do you have a place in the ring with yours truly - the only undefeated champion in this business? Justify it, please. I invite you to do just that. I am always interested in hearing what the competition believes will be the defining quality that finally defeats me. There will be one and I am not doubtful of that - I anticipate someone having the balls to implement it. It is inevitable that I am torn apart and give my first loss within the company. The question is - who is capable of achieving such greatness? I would love to be able to say it is you but you are yet to provide me a reason to think otherwise. I await you proving me wrong but nor will I hold my breath.

I apologize for all of the questions, Josh, and certainly if I am boring you - but they're important and paramount in concluding how to progress in this week. I will indeed take you seriously and I will anticipate another tough battle. My attitude ahead of every week is not altered and I will never take a challenge lightly. The moment I do is the moment I start going downhill and lose everything I have worked so hard for.


I do not intend on letting them down and I will certainly do my utmost to ensure success. I have rarely faltered in the past and have a much higher success rate than the two of you. This is due to my strength, my power, my aggression, my insatiable blood-lust. Together, we will steal the show with a phenomenal battle between three of the very best - but it will, as usual, be Samuel Devereux standing tall.

Fade to black.

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Climax Control Archives / Chapter 1: Return of the King
« on: August 04, 2017, 08:08:24 PM »
 Book 1: Redesign
Chapter 1: Return of the King
Part 1: Late night (#NP: “Kiss from a rose” cover by: 12 Stones)
In New Orleans, it was another night where Sam wasn’t sleeping. He was on his laptop looking over some files Lucy had sent him. Sam sighed and sat back, grabbing his water and taking a sip from it. In the darkness Mel had walked toward the computer’s bright light. When she got over to Sam, she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her chin on his shoulder.

Melanie: Babe, why aren’t you in bed?

Sam: I can’t sleep.

Melanie frowned and looked up at him. Sam turned slightly and smiled at his wife.

Sam: And why aren’t you asleep?

Mel had Athena (the younger), Gunnar, Erik, Embla and Kai asleep already; she had went to bed herself and was hoping that her husband would have joined her. But after an hour Mel got up to see what was wrong.

Melanie: You’re not there.

Sam chuckled.

Melanie: It’s after one am, the kids are sleeping and we’re not. You know we’re going to be sleep parents.

It was Mel’s turn to chuckle.

Sam: Where’s the future Athena?

Mel: I think she said she’s staying at the castle.

Sam nodded and pulled Mel into his lap. She rested her head against his chest and Sam wrapped an arm around her torso. He would always enjoy cuddling with his wife. His eyes returned to the screen and he scrolled down using the wireless mouse.

Mel: You’re getting as bad as I am.

Sam: I know, but my family is in danger and I can’t have that.

Mel: Danger?

Sam: Figured Lucy would have told you but, I guess not yet. Alexander is brainwashing people into taking the Magi-Blood out. We’re calling them Anti-Magi-Blood for now.

Mel jolted up, his eyes meeting hers.

Melanie: What?! Sam, this isn’t good.

Sam: Babe, calm down. Let me fix this, I won’t let anything happen you or anyone else. From what the Assassin squad had said, they have low numbers. I know we can take them out within a month. Alexander isn’t the smartest of people anyways, he’s not Anisim.

Sam could see his words were comforting his wife.

Mel: Being the man of the house much?

Sam: It’s my job, I know you don’t need a so called man of the house but you’re my wife. I promised to keep both you and our children safe.

Melanie: I know…I love you.

Sam: I love you too.

He started to stroke her hair and he felt Mel relax under his touch.

Sam: So could you explain to me how Athena got here?

Mel: What do you mean?

Sam: How did she get to our time?

Melanie: It’s better you ask her instead. I really don’t understand it all past the because Alexander screwed up the timeline and it got worse with Stefan and Tanja’s ordeal.

Sam: Okay…do you think it was smart to allow her to show herself in public?

Melanie: She would have done it even without our approval. I know Stefan was throwing a fit about it but who cares.

Sam rolled his eyes. He never liked Stefan, he did respect him, but after all the bullshit that Zeus had put them through, Sam would be willing to murder him for good.

Mel: What’s on your mind?

Sam: Nothing.

Mel: Also have you noticed Athena has looked different?

Sam’s eyes zipped down to Mel.

Sam: No…why?

Mel: She looks more like you than Stefan.
Sam sat back again and now he shut his eyes. He started to picture his daughter and saw what his wife meant. The face was slowly turning into one that look like his, her eyes were still Mel’s colour and both Mel and Sam shared the same hair colour.

Sam: Holy crap!

Mel: See what I mean, I think it has something to do with the timeline being messed up with.

Sam nodded, seeing where Mel was going with this.

Mel: Maybe at the end of the month we should have her blood tested by Michael.

Michael Anxo, Michelle’s twin brother and doctor. Sam nodded again but this time in agreement.

Sam: Yeah, sounds like a good idea.

A loud cry breaks out and Mel sighed. Slowly she got up and pat Sam’s shoulder.

Melanie: I’ll go see which of the triplets it is.

Sam: No, let me do it; I’ll meet you in the bedroom.

Mel lifted her eyebrow.

Mel: I’ll be there…love you.

Sam: I love you more.

With a snap of her fingers, Mel vanished in front of Sam’s eyes. Sam started to walk out of the den and toward the triplet’s room. Athena and Gunnar had their own rooms. Sam though couldn’t help but to smile at how his life was changing before his eyes. He had a wife, five amazing children, a crazy family and Sam knew who he was finally. He wasn’t the most perfect person but after fighting his whole life, he finally found his slice of peace. Sam snapped out of his thoughts and was in the bedroom, Embla was the one who was crying and he took her into his arms. He stepped out of the room, hoping she didn’t wake her brothers.

Sam: Shhh it’s okay, Daddy’s here little Embla.

The little girl opened her eyes widely and looked up at Sam. She had his eye colour and she smiled widely at him and giggled.

Sam: You are a Daddy’s girl aren’t you? Oh yes you are!

Embla burped loudly and Sam’s hair went flying. Embla started to laugh loudly and Sam looked at her wide eyed.

Sam: Lordy lord child…you are something else. You’re gonna run your brothers aren’t you? You know Embla, I hope you find yourself early in life. I know it sounds easier said than done, but I don’t wish you find it at my stage of life. I want you to grow up happy and knowing who you are. I love you for you and I love your siblings just as much. I promise, no matter what happens, I’ll keep you and your siblings and your Mom safe.

Embla yawned and looked up at Sam again.

Sam: Please go back to bed little one; your Mother is waiting for me.

Just like that Embla fell back into slumber and that prompted Sam to place her back in her crib. He walked into the room carefully and did so. Kai and Erik were out cold and Sam turned slowly. When he got to the door, he shut it carefully behind him. Sam started to walk toward his room and started to feel tired.

~~

Part 2: Lise’s Oracle cards (#NP: “Caine” by: Tiamat)
Sam had to see Lise right now, something course through his body and for him, it didn’t feel good. Stockholm, Sweeden was where Lise Dusk, a fellow Magi-Blood was at. Lise was one of Melanie’s students and one of the members of the UWF stable the Aesir. The small woman seemed void of any emotion, kinda like Raven from Teen Titans. Before Sam could even knock, the door opened to the home.

Lise: Come in Sam.

Sam stepped inside and shut the door behind him; Lise walked into the living room from the kitchen, her hands brushing back her black hair.

Lise: What’s wrong?

Sam: Lise, something’s wrong, I’m not sure what but I need your help.

Lise being one of the Wyrd sisters could use her abilities to tell what would happen in the future. That would include any of the timelines. Lise nodded and turned her back to him.

Lise: Please go into my study.

The two of them started to walk to Lise’s study. It was near the kitchen and Sam was thankful for that. It was the first door on the right in Lise’s small home. Sam had beat her to the room and sat in a chair; the chair was located across from Lise’s chair. Sure she called it a study but it was really her room to connect to not only herself but to the threads of fate.

Lise walked into the room and grabbed a lighter. She started to light different shades of purple candles in the room. Purple being the colour of psychic powers, helped her connect even more. After she finished, Lise sat at her chair and grabbed her “Wisdom of the House of Night” oracle deck and started to shuffle them.

Lise: Ask me a question.

Sam: What’s causing this feeling that I felt?

She stopped and handed Sam the cards. He cut them and returned them to her. Lise pulled the first card, vision. It showed Aphrodite, one of the characters from the House of Night books on it.

Lise: The vision card…okay I need to draw another.

Lise did and she got the forbidden card. That one showed a gate covered in vines. She gulped and looked up at Sam.

Lise: Forbidden, I think this has to do with the timeline being messed up.

Sam: Could you pull another card please?

Lise did as Sam asked and got the conclusion card. That had a book saying “The conclusion end of chapter one.

Lise: Conclusion, something is going to end soon. So what I’m getting from this is something with the timeline is about to end. Sam, I’d be careful for a while till the feeling subsides. I’m not fully sure what is going to happen. Because of the timeline issue, the fates power has been acting up badly.

Sam: I heard, I’m sorry about-

Lise: Don’t be sorry, it isn’t your fault, you did not cause this. Samuel, you have a match soon don’t you?

Sam: Ja, why do you ask?

Lise: The people you seek are going to meet you soon, have Lucy and Athena go with you.

Sam smirked.

Sam: Thanks Lise.

~~

Part 3: That card game (#NP: “Ragnarok” by: Tyr)
The scene fades in and we see Samuel Devereux at the MontBleu Resort Casino & Spa. He’s in his famous purple and black outfit. You know the one, the one where he dons a purple silk shirt, a dark purple (nearly black) vest, black leather jacket, black hat, black pants and matching colour shoes.

Sam was at a poker game with three other guys and, Sam knew that these men weren’t humans. No, he was playing against three anti-magi-bloods. Sam was planning on taking them down and, he wasn’t alone. Athena and Lucy were walking around incognito. Sam knew this was Alexander’s fault and with the issue with Stefan and Tanja didn’t help. He understood that now the timeline was messed up and that’s why Athena was here.

Dealer: Opening bet is fifty dollars.

Sam sets down a chip and looked at the other three.

Hunter #1: I’m in…so guy, do you know about the Magi-blood?

The hunter tossed a chip down.

Sam: Who hasn’t?

The second hunter tossed a chip down.

Hunter 2: I think they’re scum to the earth, I’m Xander, guy to my right is Raymond and the guy to my left is Tim.

Tim: Hello.

Tim tossed a chip down and the eyes went onto Sam.

Sam: I’m Chris and I need two.

He tossed two cards, Xander placed three down while Raymond placed four. The dealer deal out the cards and everyone looked at their cards. Sam quickly placed down two chips and smirked at all of them.

Raymond: What do you think of them Chris?

Sam: I think they’re amazing people; they do a lot for the world and they live along side us peacefully.

He saw Raymond roll his eyes as everyone else tossed down two chips. Pot was now at six-hundred dollars.

Xander: So you’re wonder of them…a sympathizer. Honestly I’m not even sure what you see in them. They’re disgusting beings that should be erased, they’ve killed people.

Sam gripped the left arm rest; he felt his anger grow at that lie. Never once during any campaign or war did a human die. It was always a Magi-Blood, another dies trying to fight for peace for their people. He didn’t roll his eyes at the hunter, they were brained washed by Alexander’s propaganda.

Raymond: They use their powers to fuck people over. They use it to keep humans down, hell they even would kill their own people…I got three of a kind.

Sam barred his teeth as he saw three threes and two fours.

Tim: I mean they even killed a guy named Alexander Rosangela but somehow he came back…two pair.

He sighed and tossed down two jacks and two twos and a king. Sam was ready to jump these three but he took in a sharp breath to keep still. He wasn’t about to blow it. He could see Athena out of the corner of his eyes and sensed Lucy was behind him.

Xander: Ha! Got a full house! Two fives and three sixes. But I hear SCW is going to have three big players there. We plan on taking them out and ridding the world of more Magi-Blood.

Xander tossed his cards down and the eyes again layed on Sam. He blinked and his eyes turned red. The hunters gasp at him and Sam smirked.

Sam: I am a Magi-Blood you fools and how dare you threaten both me, my wife and child…pot’s mine boys,  I got a royal flush!

Sam threw the cards at them, the cards turned purple and the men go flying into the wall. They were pinned up and Athena and Lucy walk over.

Athena: Good job Dad; we’ll handle this now.

Lucy: These three will help us get answers.

Sam nodded and walked out of the room. He grabbed the chips and entered into the main casino. Plenty of people were around and the sounds were lively.

Sam: Coming back to the wrestling world wasn’t an easy choice to make honestly. The Magi-Blood are an interesting breed of people, can’t really call ourselves humans since we aren’t. For a short recap “The Magi-Blood” are a race of people who have descended from the different Gods. For me, I’m from Baldur, the Norse God of goodness and peace.

For people who aren’t familiar with the mythology, here’s the story of Baldur. Baldur is the son of Odin and Frigg and Baldur is a champion of goodness, innocence and forgiveness and is loved by all. He’s handsome, gracious and cheerful…apparently so much that he gives off light. Yeah, even I found that interesting to be honest.

Baldur would get dreams of his death though. Now you’re wondering, how can an indestructible God can die right? Well, you’ll get to learn about that soon; so his Mother, Frigg, went around the nine realms to get an oath from everyone that they wouldn’t kill her son. But my question is, why didn’t Frigg know about this already? I mean she is the Goddess of prophecy after all…anyways…

After all of that the Gods would humor themselves by throwing weapons and stuff at him. Everything would bounce off him and he wouldn’t be harmed. Loki though…oh Loki being a trickster knew something that everyone else didn’t. Loki knew that Frigg didn’t get an oath from everyone. So he asked Frigg if she over looked anything and she did.

Mistletoe…

Now, Sam here is allergic to the stuff. If touch it or anything, I actually could die. So Loki ended up making a spear of the stuff and handed it to Hord, a blind God. Hord, poor Hord didn’t know any better, I mean he’s blind for Odin’s sake. So he threw the spear at Baldur and with a cry, Baldur died.

The Gods, upset, ended up Hermond to see Hel in the underworld. Hermond took Sleipnir, Odin’s eight-legged horse down there and, when Hermond’s eyes looked upon his brother, he saw Baldur pale and grim and sitting next to Hel. Hermond pleaded to Hel to let Baldur go but she said only if the whole world would weep for him.

The whole world did minus one…

The giantess named “Thanks”, that’s the English translation of the name. But it’s Loki in disguise and didn’t weep for Baldur. Baldur would end up staying down in the underworld till Ragnarok.

Sam walked up to an attendant and handed over the chips. The attendant walked off and Sam waited for them to come back with his money.

Sam: But unlike Baldur, I didn’t need anyone to weep for me. I didn’t need anyone to ask me either to come back. I came back to the wrestling world because I wanted to and so did my wife. As much as I love my fans, I came back because of my family. My family mean the world to me and everyone knows that. I guess you can say it’s the return of the king…Jesus I just made a Lord of the Ring reference.

But little did I know when I came back to SCW that my first match would be against Griffin Hawkins. Honestly, I won’t lie, I’m happy about this. Griffin is a fun person from what I know of and I’m honored to be facing him.

Griffin, you’re a legend in the wrestling world, everyone has heard of you and you’re one hell of a rockstar. You’ve traveled the world playing music by night and being a wrestler by day. Honestly that alone is like living a dream. Many people aspire to be something in their lives and, you’ve shown why people can achieve it.

Griffin, you’ve won ten championship compared to my two championships, I’ll admit each of your reigns are impressive. But…this is the first time we’re facing each other and I’m pretty sure that you’ll get a challenge from me. Griffin, I go into that ring and I’m serious, out of the ring, I am a fun guy; but I know when you’re in the ring you must be serious to come out with the win.

Here in SCW, they know me as mysterious, they know me as an enigma and for good reason. People can sense the mystery of me but they could never figure it out. I’m like shadow on the wall that you can never truly see or catch. I’m someone who you can try to understand but, I’m always changing and evolving like a computer program.

I guess, I like being an enigma, it keeps everyone on his or her toes and it makes them think. We both know many people in the wrestling world, don’t think. They think that you can only use brute force to win…little do they know.

My family and I, we bring difference like you do, to the wrestling world. You bring the power of rock and metal and well, we bring the mystery that challenges how people think. I think we’re not so different in the end Griffin.

But in this match, we both know what’s at stake. We both want the win and I want to show the SCW fans that we’re the two to watch for, I want them to remember the names of Samuel Devereux and Griffin Hawkins and, how we stole the show from everyone else. I guess you can also say this is the battle of the Gods.

We got SCW’s Metal God, Griffin Hawkins against SCW’s Norse God, Samuel Devereux. This match is going to go down in history that I can promise.

You know Griffin-

The attendant came back and hand Sam the money. Sam started to count it and smirked again. He pocketed the money and started to walk out of the casino now.

Sam: See, the only difference between a winner and a loser is character. Every man has a price to charge, and a price to pay. Yeah, I've paid mine in spades. I’m “Denmark’s Gambit” Samuel Devereux and I’ll see you in the ring, Mon Ami.

Fade to black.

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Supercard Archives / Samuel Devereux Vs Joshua Acquin
« on: March 17, 2017, 11:04:34 PM »
 Book 1: Who am I?
Chapter 9: Glory

Part 1: (#NP: My Nemesis by: Five Finger Death Punch)
Samuel Devereux felt the cold wind hit his back as he walked in New Orleans. Melanie Gabrielle, was waiting for him at home and their children were being watched by Michelle Anxo, his sister in law.

Sam: Evenin' Caleb.

Caleb Devereux, cousin to Sam was calling him from Baton Rouge.

Caleb: Sam! How are you?

Sam: I'm well, just heading home to Mel.

Caleb: Heard you're poly.

Sam: Yeah you heard right.

Caleb laughed at his cousin. Not laughing at him, but with him.

Caleb: Of course demon boy! I hope you're having fun with that.

Sam: Yeah I am. Mel's fine with it.

Caleb: She better be or I'll wreck you. She's a sweet woman.

It was Sam's time to laugh.

Sam: Jamie's doing good, thanks for asking.

Caleb: I would hope so! So I hear you gotta match at that SCW place.

Sam: Cal, don't you watch any of matches?

Silence...

Sam: Caleb Jacob!

Caleb: Fuck me dude! I do, I just been busy with work. You know how Uncle Able is.

Sam remembered. His Father, still pressuring him to get out of the wrestling world and take over the family business.

Caleb: Sam...Sam...SAMUEL! Wake the hell up!

Sam: Huh?

Caleb sighed.

Caleb: I said: "I'm shocked he's still kickin; no offense but I see why he's a rat bastard.

Sam rolled his eyes and walked up to his place.

Sam: Hey, I gotta jet. I'm home and knowning Mel...

Click!

Sam: Of course you would...

Sam opened the door to him home and Mel sat in the living room watching TV.

Mel: You're home!

Sam: Yeah, miss me?

Mel walked over to him and pulled him into a kiss.

Mel: Yeah...and someone's getting lucky.

Part 2: Hysteria (#NP: Hysteria by: Muse)
[#b4a1af]Sam: Joshua Acquin, a man who is well known here at SCW. Now he can talk but at times I wonder if he can fight. The man can talk about how he doesn't care about the fans; how he comes out and wants to dominate but really I don't see it. But in the wrestling world, I know I can go out there and dominate the match. I go out there week after week no matter where it's at and I prove that I can stand my ground. This match here at Blaze of Glory, is going to be where I come back with a blaze. This match is going to be a turning point in where I get back on track.

I have a lot more than just a win on the line. I have my family and love ones and fans, counting on me to win this match. Josh, you can talk and say whatever you want. Words honestly don't hurt me, but you'll be saying different when I break your bones. I'm normally not that type of person but something about you makes me feel like that. Really, I hope you're ready for this match.

But I don't think you are. I think your ego is in the way; oh well, that'll be your downfall and not mine after all. Joshua... I'm standing tall in the end of this match. I hope you're ready to go all in...

Because I am.[/color]

Fade to black.

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Climax Control Archives / Chapter 8: Focus
« on: December 09, 2016, 11:06:39 PM »
 Book 1: Who am I?
Chapter 8: Focus

Part 1: Following up (#NP: “Coming undone” by: Korn)
Melanie Gabrielle heard the sound of the clock ticking. She sat alone in the dining room, waiting for Sam to return home. She knew what had happened and it didn’t bother her. It was an open marriage and Mel was seeing the Father of some of her kids. Her long pink dress sat on her as she waited. Mel sighed and checked her phone as the doors opened. Sam walked in with a smirk on his face.

Sam: Sorry to keep you waiting.

Mel: It’s okay, you’re home now…how was he?

Sam: It was very interesting to say the least my wife.

Alistair walked out and placed dinner in front of them. Mel smiled a thank you to him and turned back to Sam.

Mel: Glad you had fun.

Sam: It was your idea.

Sam heard Mel chuckle at him.

Mel: Of course it was. But you do know that I’m never second place.

Sam: Oh I know. I’m just surprised that you agree to all of this.

Mel: You shouldn’t be. I love you and I trust you Sam. Anyways…you got a match soon right?

Sam nodded.

Sam: Let’s not talk about that. I want to enjoy this night with you.

Mel: Sounds good to me…

Sam: I’m focus and ready for this.

Mel: I know you are.

Sam smiled up at her and took a sip from his glass.

Sam: I enjoyed it; he’s worried about you not accepting.

Mel: But I do, don’t worry about it Sam.

Sam nodded again and the scene fades.

Part 2: Talking. (#NP: “Back for more” by: Five Finger Death Punch)
I bounce back and I come back better than you expect. For those wondering, it's true - I am pissed off. I mean, some might think that doesn't necessarily mean a lot to me, just another loss but nah. It's only really my fourth loss, I think, here and so it's pretty devastating. I'm not giving up, though.

I face Mr.TNA

So this is our opportunity. I am aware this is also your opportunity. You've had plenty already and to be honest, you've just let them all pass you by but perhaps this will be the one that works out? I mean, it's not going to but false hope is one hell of a thing. You can believe all you want that something is attainable when it's not. We can all hope, we can all dream. The difference here is that I have found a way to overcome the obstacles in front of us whereas you'd have no clue where to start. That's a strong negative against you, guys. You might think that your pure aggression and anger is enough but it's not. You need much more to survive in this business.

I mean, that is what  you want, isn't it? You want to be able to say you had at least a decent career and actually ended up being proud of yourselves? That is the ultimate - and actually realistic - goal, isn't it? You want to show that you had something to be proud of at the end of the day instead of just getting angry over repeated losses, right? Well, either way, this isn't your week. I don't necessarily have any personal issues with you but I have personal issues with other people, who have been waiting to see me fail and slip up. They saw that last week and there is no fucking chance in hell they'll see it again. That just means your are in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Look at this in a more optimistic manner if you wish but with the way that I'm feeling right now, you're not anywhere even close to being safe. When I'm pissed off, I fight harder than ever before - if that's even possible. Unfortunately, since you're the ones standing in the way, you're about to get hurt. I've seen you look confident in the past but you still found a way to fuck yourselves over by not focusing. But you see, when myself , I’m confident, that has a more positive effect – I’ll get the job done. I’ll win. I’ll dominate. I’ll leave with the victory. I’ll destroy the competition. I’ll live up to our expectations.

I know that you want the win, right? You want to take these from me and finally after working so hard yet unsuccessfully, don't you? You're going to have to kill me to even get a shot. I have no problem in that. So maybe, just maybe one day you'll get that shot but you won't get it by going through the usual formality of talking shit. That's just one goal of yours that is out of reach. Add it to the fucking list of how many times you've tried to get somewhere.

I know that you want this and for once, you are actually showing passion about what you do but it's not going to be enough this week and I hope you know that. I'm sure that deep down, you do. I'm sure that you do know that you're up against a team that just can't be stopped. I'm sorry things just can't work out for you but I probably need this more right about now. I need that and I’m going to take it.

Fade to black.

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Climax Control Archives / Chapter 7: Night of the Magi-Blood
« on: October 28, 2016, 04:25:41 PM »
 Book 1: Who am I?
Chapter 7: Night of the Magi-Blood
~Part 1:Nightmare  (#NP: “Something’s wrong” by: Myuu)~
Sam already knew what was going to happen. He couldn’t stop it no matter what he did nor could he change what would happen. He saw himself at the forest at Odessa walking around. The fog was heavy as always and that made his vision pull into overtime just to focus. The wind blew his hair toward the left as toward the right he heard a soft giggle. Sam turned and saw nothing.

“Sam.” A voice called out to him.

He blinked thinking that that was new. He never heard her speak to him.

“Sam, save me please.” The voice became more pleading.

“Where are you?” He called out.

“I’m over here.” She replied.

“Where?! I don’t see you!” He yelled.

He ran, trying to follow the voice. The wind was blowing against him as he ran towards east. The voice kept calling out to him as he tried to find her. He heard her giggles and laughter swirl around him like the fog that made it hard for him to find her. He felt himself run faster ignoring the wind trying to push him back. Sam was getting tired of these dreams; he wanted…no needed to know who she was and why she was calling for him. The wind was getting worse; it was close to the point where he was going to get knocked down.

“They’re coming!” She yelled.

“Who?!” He asked.

She didn’t answer him but he felt himself using the Power to clear away some of the fog. He stopped and saw her on the cliff’s edge. He knew it was the same one that earlier him and his friends were on. Her back was turned to him and he could see her long brunette hair reaching down almost to her butt. She was in a black gown and wasn’t wearing any shoes. The fog though was slowly starting to return. Sam blinked as slowly as she turned her head slightly. Her eyes were like his when he uses the power but they weren’t black, they were white instead. This made him blink in surprise and she smiled lightly at him.

“What-what are you?” He asked her.

“The same as you. Sam…they are here.” She told him.

“Who? You’re not making much sense.” He said.

She looked down and suddenly an arrow strikes her right in the center of spine. She ends up falling off the cliff and Sam screamed. He couldn’t use the power nor could he move. It was like the Earth kept him grounded by his feet. Sam then heard another laugh; this one was sinister and it made him feel like his body was freezing. Sam was able to turn his head slightly and see a man in a cloak with a bow in his hands.

Sam: Not again!

Sam’s body was covered in sweat and Mel was sleeping soundlessly next to him. Sam heard his phone go off and he grabbed it. Sam sighed seeing it was Lucy.

~Part 2:  Halloween soon.~
We all know New Orleans, Louisiana as a party site and home to the French Quarter but Samuel Devereux called it home in the states. It was after midnight and the outside was still filled with people and partying. But for him he couldn’t find sleep on this night. Things were on his mind including UWF and what’s going on with the magi-blood. He found himself in front of his laptop reading over some of his people’s history that Lucy and Brigid had put together. Moments later Sam felt arms wrapped around him and he looks up to see his wife.

Sam: I’m not tired…why aren’t you?

Melanie: Because you’re not in bed.

Sam looked up at her and kisses her.

Sam: Go back to bed ma belle.

Mel nodded her head no.

Melanie: Not without you.

Sam pouted.

Sam: You’re something else Melanie, stubborn and I love it.

Mel looked onto the screen and chuckled.

Melanie: This is my thing.

Sam: I know but it’s our thing now! Remember we co-own seeing how our two merged together.

Mel pointed at him, gently touching his nose.

Melanie: Yeah that’s true! But Sam it’s my thing! You’re supposed to be checking up on me while I work to the bone.

Sam chuckled and sat Mel on his lap.

Sam: Okay you have a point…are you sure it’s because I’m not in bed?

Melanie: I’m very sure love.

Sam smiled and kissed her cheek. Mel giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Melanie: Have I told you how much I love you as of late?

Sam: Every single day on the hour of the hour and I love it. I love you and seriously you’re the best thing that has ever happened to. I thank God that I got to marry you.

Mel blushed.

Melanie: I thank God as well.

Sam: And even though she’s not mine biologically…our daughter as well.

Melanie: She thinks you are.

Sam looked up at her and licked his lips.

Sam: You haven’t told her?

Melanie: Why should I? I mean our daughter is very intelligent for her age. If she wants to talk about it she’ll come up to us.

Sam nodded.

Sam: Yeah you’re right. I still don’t understand at first how she could say one…maybe two words and you could tell what she wanted.

Melanie: Two words: Aunt Lucy.

Sam: I take it Lucy never spoke a whole lot as a child?

Mel gave him two thumbs up.

Mel: Bingo!

Sam laughed.

Sam: But I gotten used to it.

Melanie: Oh I know you have. I’m proud of you for that…Sam I do love you.

Sam: To pull a Niko, if I may quote Star Wars: “I know”.

Mel laughed loudly.

Melanie: Now will you come to bed with me please?!

Mel gives Sam the bedroom eyes, Sam on the other hand chuckled at smiled down at her.

Sam: Not yet, I’m enjoying this. I mean I have the most sexist woman on the planet and in the realms on my lap!

Mel: You don’t mean that do you?

Sam: I do! I mean it Mel…why do you ask?

Mel bit her lip.

Melanie: Everyone picks Uri over me…

Sam hugged her.

Sam: I know, but most of them only see her for her looks. She’s not stupid at all like some think…not only that Deabs would stab someone if they try shit with her. I mean I’d do the same if it were you.

Mel tilt her head to the side knowing her had a point.

Melanie: Touché Mr. Devereux!

Sam: Why thank you Mrs.Devereux

Mel kissed him.

Melanie: So…you know Hunter is back from the dead?

Sam glared darkly.

Melanie: What?

Sam: You know what.

Mel looked at him confused.

Melanie: No I don’t. Tell me Samuel.

Sam: The guy trust me but this puts me in protective mode.

Mel sighed and shook her head.

Melanie: You’re over reacting.

Sam: No I’m not! You know I remember you telling me how he tried to kill Uri.

Mel sighed and looked at him.

Melanie: You think Alexander is controlling him maybe?

Sam looked down at the ground.

Sam: Yeah…maybe I mean emotion is a powerful thing.

Mel nodded understanding where he was coming from.

Melanie: It’s okay Sam, I promise.

Sam: I trust you Mel.

Melanie: Yep!

Sam: Right…

Sam got lost in his thoughts wondering if he wanted to ask his wife a certain question.

Sam: Can I ask you something?

Melanie: Sure what is it?

Sam: Why did you get married to me?

Mel couldn’t believe he brought that up. She bit her lip and blinked.

Melanie: I fell in love with you that’s why.

Sam: Yeah I remember. I mean we’ve been together what for a two, three years?

Mel laughed loudly.

Melanie: You dork! You can’t even remember!

Sam leaned back on his chair.

Sam: Well I am sorry!

The two of them laugh.

Melanie: But yeah it’s a long time…a wonderful year and half.

Sam: So Mel, we doing anything for Halloween?

Mel smiled at him.

Mel: We’re taking them out here! I mean we’re going to have a little army. Why don’t we have them as X-men?

Sam: As long as I get to dress as Gambit.

Mel: Of course babe…of course.

~Part 3: The one to rule them all. (#NP: “This is Halloween” cover by: Marilyn Mason)~
Sam: I don't like saying I told you so. Not really. I don't get as much satisfaction from saying that as perhaps some others do. But let's be honest, no one truly believe me when I say I’m going to do something. I did tell them in advance that I was ready to pick up the win and go on to become #1 Contender to any belt that SCW has. Little did I know that I have impressed the bosses that much I got a match against Despayre for the Internet Championship. I can practically guarantee that Despayre the current holder of the Internet Championship, will not believe I'm ready for this.

In a way, I can agree with that. I have only participated in a handful matches here in the SCW. That's it. That's kinda crazy to me and while I was feeling confident about earning this opportunity, did I actually think that I'd reach this point so soon? I'll be honest... not really.

I can't honestly say I did. I mean, I covered all of this last week. I did perhaps suffer from the most significant weaknesses but hey, I still made it work! But when it comes to facing Despayre? Well, that's entirely different, isn't it? Despayre is a legend! I'm surprised he's not in the Hall of Fame because from what I gather, he deserves it. A lot. There's not a lot he hasn't done. That's why he's the current champ, right?

So am I a little intimidated by that?

Maybe. Okay, sure. I'll openly admit that because that's what real men do. Despayre is a pretty scary opponent so I can't honestly say how this is going to go. This is my biggest challenge to date and I'm basically being thrown straight in at the deep end but I did know what I was getting into when I signed up for this. I'm aware of the challenge ahead of me and I'm excited for it. I love it.

Despayre, I respect you. I do. I tend to respect people who go ahead and earn it. There haven't been too many throughout my career that have but I'll be honest and say that a handful of my previous opponents have. For example... JT Midas? Yes. Kale Smith? Yeah, a little. Dmitri? Not so much... but still, two outta three ain't bad.

Point is, Despayre is awesome. He is. I know he's the most popular person in the world but it doesn't matter, that's irrelevant here. What does matter here is the fact that he's one of the best in-ring competitors around these days. He really is. He's done amazing things and is always in the spotlight. A guy like me can't really counter anything like that. I mean, I'm not on his level and I'll be honest about that. But one thing I can do? Use heart, determination and speed to my advantage. I'm not saying that Despayre can't use those exact same qualities but hey, I damn sure can and that's what I'm focused on here.

I know I'm the underdog and I'm used to it. It's just normal to me now to play that role but it does get a little boring after a while, if I'm honest. I want to be a threat. I want to be someone who people look at with fear and concern. Nah. I'm Denmark’s Gambit. That young punk that reached the top without anybody stopping him on the way because y'all underestimated him. I refuse to be the underdog for too much longer. I don't want to be that guy. I want to be a real threat and with this victory, I will be. It sounds impossible and I wouldn't blame people for calling me crazy.

I'm not crazy, though. Maybe I'm not exactly a realist either but I set my sights high because what's the point of not doing that? Okay, I'm not the favorite and that's fine but personally, I wouldn't call myself the underdog either. Nah. I stand a chance. Can anybody tell me why I don't? I mean, Despayre isn't completely unstoppable. I think he's excellent and she has been on a dominant roll but that doesn't mean that he's invincible. All it's going to take is one opponent to push themselves a little harder and boom! They've proven everybody wrong. They've taken advantage of a situation; they've pulled off the upset. Of course it's possible so I ask, why not me?

So bring it on, Despayre. Do what you always do and that is impress. Go right ahead. I wouldn't blame you for even getting a little defensive and feeling as though this is just another match. I wouldn't blame you at all but I know you're smarter than that. I've seen it from you, particularly recently. You're not the kind of man to just take crap and you're definitely not idiotic enough to underestimate anybody. I know you'll take me seriously but please don't think I'm not ready for this. I might not have quite had enough time to make a name for myself or grow into a well-known name but that doesn't mean I'm not as prepared for this as a guy can be because I am. I've done all that is required ahead of this match so I'm strong enough for this!

I can defend myself as much as I want ahead of this match but I'm not too sure that many people are going to be listening, to be honest. That kinda sucks... but oh well! I'm an eternal optimist. Call me whatever you want and doubt my chances. I'm fine with it. It's not as though I've not dealt with adversity in the past so hey, I'm used to it. I've handled similar pressure perfectly before. I'm aware that this is different, there are more fans watching to see whether I succeed or fail... but I'm got enough experience to get by.

It's a little weird... some people can shoot straight for the top and think that they deserve to be handed everything or there are people who prefer to have more time to hone in their skills and work their way towards something. I'm comfortably in the middle. I didn't think I would be in this position but since I am, I'm going for it. I'm going for gold.

So Despayre, I'm ready for this. I know you and probably many others out there don't think I'm ready for this but in my opinion, I've been building towards this for a long time. I've been in this business for years and while I haven't achieved too much in those years, now is my time to finally make an impact. I have been building towards this and to me, this has been a long time coming so I'm not concerned. Say what you will about me and this potentially premature match but I'm ready. I really am.

Fade to black.

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Climax Control Archives / Chapter 6: Even more secrets
« on: October 21, 2016, 01:56:50 PM »
 Book 1: Who am I?
Chapter 6: Even more secrets
~Part 1: The experiment (NP: “Dirty Little Secret” by: All American Rejects)~
Sam watched his wife from the doorway; Mel sat up in their bed rubbing her stomach. At almost 29 weeks she felt that these three were going to be early. When Sam found out that he was going to be a biological Father to a girl and two boys. Mel though looked worried and she turned her head.

Mel: Hi there.

Sam: Princess.

Mel blinked in surprised; she hadn’t heard that in a while. Sam walked over to her and sat on the bed. Mel moved herself slowly to get to him. Sam though beat her to the punch and the two cuddled against each other. She smiled up at him and Sam kissed her forehead.

Mel: What’s wrong Guardian?

This time Sam was shocked that she returned the greeting. Sam with his left hand went into the nightstand and took out a diamond necklace. Mel already knew what this had meant. She lifted her head forward and Sam slipped it on her.

Sam: Princess, you know I’m bi right?

Mel: You never said anything but yes in hindsight Guardian.

Sam let out a loud laugh.

Sam: Are you sure this is what you want?

Melanie: Yes, I’m certain. I’m allowing it you know… I mean you’re allowing my thing.

Sam: Right but I don’t want to pressure you. You’re my wife and I just want to make sure.

Mel kissed him softly.

Mel: Thank you for asking, you know it means a lot to me.

Sam: You’re welcome…I guess we’re just going to make this an experiment. You call the shots though. If you say it stops, it stops alright?

Mel: Ja.

Sam pulled her closer to him. He placed his hand on her stomach and felt one of the children kick. Mel laughed from being tickled by the one.

Sam: When do you think they’ll be here?

Mel: Sooner than the due date. Magi-Blood children are more prone to prematurity.

Sam: Wonder why?

Mel shrugged and Sam smiled, as of late everything has been quiet. It did worry the couple though; usually quietness meant the storm would be coming soon. They still hadn’t found Alexander or Hunter and Sam knew that put his wife on edge.

Mel: I love you.

Sam: Love you too…calm down, your heart’s up.

Mel: You can’t blame me though. I’m worried for Uri and Rachel.

Sam: It’s not your fight right now; you need to-

Wrong words to use; Mel turned around and her eyes turned red.

Mel: Not my fight!? Bullshit this is my fight!

Sam: I didn’t mean it like that! Mel, please calm down.

Mel still wasn’t calming down.

Mel: This is our family! You don’t think that this pregnancy is being a set back!? I’m trying to do what I can but I want to do more!

Sam: It’s not a setback; Mel you need to calm down, I don’t want you going into labor.

Mel doesn’t say anything but she turned to face away from him. Sam rolled his eyes, forgetting that she was still hormonal. Sam turned her back around and kissed her.

Sam: I’m sorry.

Mel: My fault.

Mel yawned.

Sam: Get some sleep.

Mel: I don’t want to…

Sam: That’s an order.

Mel sighed and Sam laid her down like the Doctor had said to. He got next to her and kissed her once more.

Sam: Good night Mel.

Mel: Good night.

~Part 2: Julia’s return (NP: “Tifa’s theme” From Final Fantasy VII )~
Julia: So you pissed Mel off?

Sam sighed and nodded as Julia sat across from him in the dining room. Mel was out with Uri, most likely shopping for some new clothing. Sam had summoned her and she came quickly. Sam looked tired, he couldn’t sleep at all.

Sam: I didn’t mean to.

Julia: You need to be careful an also Sam, did you think about my offer?

Sam: I’ll have to agree to the terms. I want this all to end Jules. I don’t want my wife to fight anymore or my in-laws to feel in pain or fear.

Julia smirked.

Julia: I’m glad you’re agreeing. Honestly you’re doing this for a good reason. Normally people make these deals for selfish ass reasons. Technically demons can’t take Magi-Blood souls like they can mortals. Sorry but I’m not dealing with your wife!

Sam laughed loudly at that,

Sam: I can’t blame you Jules…I gotta question for you.

Julia: Sure what’s up man?

Sam: What’s your story?

Sam watched Julia react to what he asked. He could see that she was very apprehensive towards the question.

Julia: Sam, I was once human myself. I wasn’t a witch or anything like that, so I wasn’t worshipping the devil. What I did though was to help another. I traded myself for my Brother. He had cancer when he was a child…so the deal was, it would be gone and in turn, I’d have twenty years on me. I was only twenty five when I passed.

Sam was in shock at what he heard.

Sam: I’m sorry.

Julia: Don’t be; it was worth it.

Sam: I guess…

Julia: You’re here aren’t you?

Sam didn’t want to talk about it. He looked away from her and Julia could tell that she picked the wrong saying.

Julia: Anyways, summon me in ten days. We’ll start then.

Sam nodded and she faded away. But Sam…Sam wasn’t sure if what he was going to do was the right course.

~Part 3: Luck, Skill, Will (NP: “Fake it” by: Seether)~
Sam sat at the poker table with a smirk on his face. He knew he had the game won without having to do much. Most of the players were either too egotistic or to noobish but Sam; Sam was a vet when it came to poker, in his youth he’d clean people out, he was a card shark after all.

Sam: The myth of King Midas was tragedy of avarice and narrates what happens when true happiness is not recognized. Midas was a man who wished that everything he touched would turn into gold. However, he had not thought that this wish was not actually a blessing, but a curse. His greed invites us to think and realize the consequences that may lead us to become slaves of our own desires. The phrase the Midas touch comes from this myth and is used to say that somebody has a good fortune.

Midas was a king of great fortune who ruled the country of Phrygia, in Asia Minor. He had everything a king could wish for. He lived in luxury in a great castle. He shared his life of abundance with his beautiful daughter. Even though he was very rich, Midas thought that his greatest happiness was provided by gold. His avarice was such that he used to spend his days counting his golden coins! Occasionally he used to cover his body with gold objects, as if he wanted to bath in them. Money was his obsession. One day, Dionyssus, the god of wine and revelry, passed through the kingdom of Midas. One of his companions, a satyr named Silenus, got delayed along the way. Silenus got tired and decided to take a nap in the famous rose gardens surrounding the palace of king Midas. There, he was found by the king, who recognized him instantly and invited him to spend a few days at his palace. After that, Midas took him to Dionyssus. The god of celebration, very grateful to Midas for his kindness, promised Midas to satisfy any wish of him. Midas though for a while and then he said: I hope that everything I touch becomes gold. Dionyssus warned the king to think well about his wish, but Midas was positive. Dionyssus could do nothing else and promised the king that from that following day everything he touched would turn into gold.

The next day, Midas, woke up eager to see if his wish would become true. He extended his arm touching a small table that immediately turned into gold. Midas jumped with happiness! He then touched a chair, the carpet, the door, his bathtub, a table and so he kept on running in his madness all over his palace until he got exhausted and happy at the same time! He sat at the table to have breakfast and took a rose between his hands to smell its fragrance. When he touched it, the rose became gold. I will have to absorb the fragrance without touching the roses, I suppose, he thought in disappointment. Without even thinking, he ate a grape but it also turned into gold! The same happened with a slice of bread and a glass of water. Suddenly, he started to sense fear. Tears filled his eyes and that moment, his beloved daughter entered the room. When Midas hugged her, she turned into a golden statue! Despaired and fearful, he raised his arms and prayed to Dionyssus to take this curse from him.

The god heard Midas and felt sorry for him. He told Midas to go to river Pactolus and wash his hands. Midas did so: he ran to the river and was astonished to see gold flowing from his hands. The ancient Greeks said they had found gold on the banks of the river Pactolus. When he turned home, everything Midas had touched had become normal again. Midas hugged his daughter in full happiness and decided to share his great fortune with his people. From now on, Midas became a better person, generous and grateful for all goods of his life. His people led a prosperous life and when he died, they all mourned for their beloved king.

Sam took a sip from his glass of scotch.

Sam: SCW has our own version of King Midas in JT Midas. Now I do know this man thanks to my wife. A while ago they were in a company together which folded sadly. I know that JT loves to party but he knows how to handle business. But maybe JT has his own curse like King Midas. JT’s curse is that will isn’t not always be on his side. You have luck, you might have skill, but when you lose you'll say that I have the will!

In the wrestling world I have found that you do need the will to win besides luck and skill. JT I want you to ask yourself if you have the will to wrestle or not. I’ve been in the ring for a while now and I know I have it. I enjoy being able to show off my skills, lady luck I know is on my side and my will is stronger than ever. I came to SCW because I wanted to face off with world class athletes. I wanted to shake things up and I sure as hell have.

They call me an enigma, a mysterious figure and to quote the card blurb: “There is something, almost unnatural about Samuel as he looms just on the edge of our vision, but we cannot quite put our finger on it.” Let me explain why they talk about me like that.

I am a Magi-Blood like my wife, like my in-laws and some of my friends. We don’t really like people knowing about our activities even though we have been more…what’s the word? Opened, yes opened about our world. Still people don’t understand it and to me, that’s fine. I’ll let the others try to explain it to everyone.

But I’m not a normal Magi-Blood and only a certain few know about that. So the roster knows that I am someone to watch out for and with good reasoning. Mortals, they fear what they don’t understand and, I don’t use fear to get my point across.

No JT, I use my will to just like I will in our match. I don’t doubt your abilities clearly, since I know you from past experiences. But I am coming into this with confidence. I’m ready to pick up a win and make my family happy. You know you have one hell of a challenge coming into this match. Alex Rush is a good competitor but I’m just much better.

When I go into the match, people beat on me like they do with cards. They know that I can get the job done, they like my ring moves and, they know that they want more of the mystery. I’ll give the fans what they want, I insure you of that and that they want a good fight.

JT, I don’t go out there and cheat. That shit isn’t needed because I know I can win with my own! I’ve known people who cheat, thinking they’d get ahead in life and well…they end up losing in the end of it. So JT, are you going to go out there and give me an honorable fight? I hope you do man…I hope you do. Good luck!

Sam picked up a card and looked at it. A smile played on his face and he couldn’t help but to chuckle.

Sam: Oh and JT one more thing…The Queen of Hearts will never leave me…or should I say the Queen of my heart.

Sam turned the card over to show Mel as the Queen of Hearts.

Fade to Black…

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Climax Control Archives / Chapter 5: Battle on!
« on: September 02, 2016, 06:29:39 PM »
 Book 1: Who am I?
Chapter 5: Battle on!
~Part 1: Meeting~
Samuel Devereux had just got to the Academy; he could tell it was going to start raining at any time now. The clouds above her made him feel that something ominous was going to be heading their way. Sam turned off his bike and took his helmet off as the first roar of thunder caught in his eardrums. The wind blew his hair and he looked around the grounds. Bridgid, Rhoda and Emi hadn’t arrived just yet and he knew he was probably early. Sam had gotten the text from Bridge last night asking to meet with her and the others.

Brigid Roarke was the next to arrive. She pulled up in his Mustang next to Sam’s bike. Sam smiled at her and walked over to her. Bridgid could be seen with tiredness in her eyes. She wasn’t sleeping too much either because of the issues that were going on. Sam knew it was his fault…or at least he believed that it was. The two didn’t speak to each other at first. They didn’t need to; Brigid and Sam could tell what the other was thinking without speaking or even using telepathy.  

Rhoda Allaway and Emi Tsukino arrived together. Emi was driving his hummer and Rhoda was talking about latest lay. Emi was close to wanting to use the power to take away Rhoda’s voice but she chose not to. Rhoda would have gotten her right back and that would have pissed Brigid off. Emi and Rhoda were closer to each other and that was a fact. Emi cut the engine and both of them got out.

“C’mon dude it’s not even the first day back! Why did we have to meet here of all places?!” Rhoda whined.

“Rhoda, shut up. It was the first thing that came to mind. Anyways have either of you been feeling anything or having any weird dreams?” Brigid asked the group.

“I’ve been waking up around three am the past week. The air felt so damn cold like it was snowing or raining. I just can’t explain it honestly”. Emi said quietly.

“For me it feels like the earth is shaking. I wake up screaming thinking that there is an earthquake.” Rhoda added.

“I’m waking up sweating like the room’s on fire.” Brigid shared.

“For me it’s so weird. I get these dreams of a woman with brown hair; I don’t get to see the rest of her but I know it’s a woman because I heard a playful laugh. It’s so foggy that it so easy to miss her. Each time I keep running towards her and the wind was blowing me away from her. I wake up and find myself sitting up in bed. It’s been going on for a least a week and it makes me wonder if Hunter is back.” Sam admitted.

The girls didn’t speak. Just hearing the name of him made them shiver in fear. Last time Hunter Leon Jr he nearly killed Emi’s and Brigid’s ex-boyfriends Kameron and Seth, he also nearly sent Emi herself into a coma. Brigid ended up losing Seth after he called it quits with him. Seth loved Brigid dearly but he couldn’t handle the secret. He knew that corruption and everything else could happen and if something happened to her it would tear her heart a part. Brigid couldn’t blame him for that. Yes she was heart-broken but she respected his wishes. As for Emi you could probably guess why and no it doesn’t have to do anything with the Power. Emi and Kameron over the summer break basically were fighting every single day, it made Emi dive into his work to the point where she shut himself away from the world. She didn’t have the heart to break it off with Kam though. Emi being shut away did upset Kam when they weren’t fighting to the point where she broke it off with him. Emi never showed how she felt about it around the others though. She wanted to remain strong but they knew that her world was broken.

“How though?” Rhoda asked.

“Hell if I know.” Brigid replied.

“You said he vanished after the barn episode. What if he left state or the country?” Emi thought.

“He could have, you know how powerful he is.” Sam said.

“If he was we would have known.” Brigid countered.

“Would we though? I mean I wouldn’t be surprised if he were stronger.” Rhoda questioned.

“How else would he get more power? We’re the only ones with it.” Brigid said to Rhoda.

Sam knew what was coming next. This was the part where Brigid and Rhoda would start arguing as always. Emi rolled her eyes and they were off.

“Did you ever stop and think that maybe there are just more than us with it?” Rhoda said actually making a point.

“We would know.” Brigid replied.

“But isn’t that we can tell when it just comes to us,” Sam asked. “I mean are you that sure you can tell when it’s not us?”

That made Brigid think right there. Quickly doubt came into her mind and she sighed.

“Yeah you’re right. Rhoda I’m sorry.” Brigid apologized.

“All good man!” Rhoda smiled.

Emi leaned against the hood of her hummer trying to come up with an idea on why this was happening. The youngest of the group was quiet type and she was smart. She was trying to connect the dots in this. How could Sam’s dreams be effected by the Power.

“What if she’s got Precognative dreams? What if this is vision of things to come?” Emi thought.

“It could be.” Brigid said.

“So I could have a new power?” Sam asked.

Emi nodded.

“That’s all good and dandy but can we get out of here. We got the party to go to later!” Rhoda whined.

“Rhoda!” Brigid scolded.

“What?!” Rhoda asked.

Sam couldn’t help but to chuckle. The thought of him unlocking a new power though made him smile. Hopefully whoever this is was a friend and not a foe. Brigid sighed and agreed that the meeting was over. Rhoda smiled and jumped into Emi’s hummer and Emi just shook her head. Brigid walked to her car and Sam went on his bike. The wind blew his hair but Sam knew a storm was heading for them.

~Part 2: Blog entry~
“I need to bounce back, I don’t want to let my family down and SCW has given me another chance. For that I say thank you and it does mean a lot. I know that I hold up a few reputations here at SCW and if you don’t know then you’re under a rock. I mean I’m part of the Angel Clan after all. A family that has rocked the wrestling world over five years ago! Yeah it has been 5 years and 2 days since Melanie started wrestling and quickly Lucy and Uri joined and the rest is history. I’m honored and proud to be part of this family. Each person who has stepped into the ring has brought greatness to the family. Now this is my story and I’ll make it the way I want! I won’t let anyone tell me any different and I promise. I promise that I will become greatness! I want people to step up to me and try to challenge me; I want them to know that I’m going to fight. So to you all I hope you’re ready. The other reputation is that I’m an enigma, a mystery and they’re right. I’ve walked into this company and plenty of people try to figure me out. They fail because I’m not normal, I don’t fit the definition of normal, I don’t care for it seeing how it’s just the mortal’s way of warping one’s mind. I know that I’m a mystery and really, why give up all my secrets yeah?

I see I’m facing Steve Ramone again. He’s an interesting man to say the least. Guy did leave an impression in our last meeting I’ll give him that. You, sir, are mentally detached from reality. That's a dangerous game to play, Steve. Are you not aware that insanity isn't a healthy way to live? Destruction and suffering of others are all that excites you but let me tell you, it's no way to live. Steve, your vision and perspective of the world is flawed... for numerous reasons. The false prophets of people who say they’re fearless will throw out lie after lie, falsehood after falsehood, distortion of the meaning of existence and evasion of reality for as long as they are able to. Are you so blind as to not see this? Often, men who are aware that they are destined to be nobodies, they opt to formulate some sort of fabricated divination in an attempt to warp the minds of others. Which is sad, really. So go ahead and seek refuge in the confines of your girl, Steve. Use them to feed your ego ahead of this match.

Hey Ryan Keys! Use your brute force as your shield... use strength as a weapon... because I can sure as hell tell already that you will not be able to out-wrestle me. My skills and in-ring talent far surpass yours and no matter what it is that you can bring to the ring, I can sure as hell bring something better. Strength and power may just be the one quality that you possess that is greater than my own... but in every single other possible way, I am superior. I'm faster, I'm smarter, I'm more athletically gifted and of course... better looking. I am a real champion... a fighting champion... regardless of what certain people believe... and I will be standing tall at the end of Climax Contrl. Naturally, I'm expecting the outcome that I desire.

Kain, just ask yourself a question... ask yourself if you really, genuinely believe that you have fairly earned your shot at me. Go right ahead. Have you worked your ass off like plenty of others on the roster? Is this fair? Can you truly justify being awarded this opportunity, when, in reality it was just handed to you... out of nowhere. Truth is, you have failed to acquire this chance reasonably. That's the reality of it. See, as far as I can tell, you were just in the right place at the right time. And we've all been there at some point in our lives. But ask yourself again... are you able to take advantage of it and make this work for yourself? I massively doubt that, Kain. "Do I believe that I'll be outnumbered at Climax Control? Probably. In fact, I'm willing to publicly state that it's highly likely... or... guaranteed, actually... let's go that far. I'm well-known for being the man who does what others are unable to do... so I'll even take on you single handedly, if need be. I'm infamous for sending people packing... I've defeated the likes of Dark Tiger, “Pretty” Ricky Stanton, to name a few, and you've not heard or seen from these individuals since. What does that tell you? I possess the ability to destroy the souls of others, therefore driving them from their jobs. I have forced many to quit the careers that they have worked so hard for and dedicated their lives to. I have smashed dreams, I have broken ambitions and I have ensured that those who underestimate me are left unable to get back up and continue their lives the way they once did. I've done it before... and I can do it again.

Alex Rush…is just a man that nobody knows much about. That's primarily down to the fact that he's had a lack of matches here and the ones he has been a part of are hardly ones that have gone too well for him. He's not someone who can state with confidence that he's where he wants to be in his career and that he's got it all. He doesn't. He's far from it and I'm going to have to hand the man another loss for him to add to the collection. I'm sure he's getting quite used to that by now. And if not, he should be. Maybe this match will help him on his way. ill he take my advice? Probably not. Men like that tend not to. But Sam, you've just said you don't know the guy and now you're using the phrase 'a guy like that'. Isn't that a generalization, particularly when you've admited that you don't know the guy? Of course. I'm like that... I make assumptions. But they're typically accurate, they make sense and are viable. Most others don't quite have that skill. I'm able to actually get a sense of someone, just when I hear the smallest amount about them. I'm perceptive like that. I want to give Alex the benefit of the doubt because I can't be particularly certain of where he stands. He might give me a battle. I can't honestly know at this point nor will I know until I'm in the ring with him. I guess we'll have to wait and see in that one.

Chris Shipman, He's essentially just a Master of Puppets; taking control of men who are unable to think for themselves. He's not leading them to greater things, he is pulling strings and forcing them to partake in sinister actions and he is not at all doing what is best for them. He is claiming that he will introduce these men to something greater than they are being subjected to at present. However, these are being exposed as lies on a weekly basis and Climax Control will be no different. He is being blinded by his own desperate need for some level of connection to another and due to the severe lack of affection they've been faced with in life, they are determined to be in the spotlight to feel something. But no... it's not working out that way.

Casey Williams, can he say the same about himself? Can he say that he is deserving a title shot? Can he say that he can defeat me? Does he believe that he's got to me? That he's under my skin, that he's messed with my mind? He can believe what he wants to but truth is, he needs to step up. Weak, Casey. But whatever. I'm over it and feel as though you're on top of the world, Casey... go right ahead. But do I care? No. It's in the past and is irrelevant. There are things in the past that are relevant and let's be honest... that's everything that I have achieved in the past. EVERYTHING.

And finally Despayre who I do like…well everyone likes him and I see why. He’s a good person and he’s a better fighter in the ring. I always give it my all in the ring - nothing less than that just won't do. I refuse for that to ever be seen as a faux statement and I refuse to come off as contradictory because I will always be prepared for what is thrown my way. Even when I'm not in the right mind-set, then I still give it my all. This week, I'm feeling 100% and better than ever. So don't say I didn't warn you, all. When all is said and done, I will have proved my point and forced you to understand what I'm about. Unlike a lot of others in this business, I don't just throw threats around for no reason but this means a lot to me. I have to go out there and do whatever I can. You are an excellent wrestler and the one - out of the eight of us - who is more well-known and probably also respected.

I know battle royals are hard. They’re tricky and if you’re not paying attention you’ll be on the ground. Gentlemen, I wish you all luck but as hard as you may try…you’ll fail. I’ve paid my dues in spades and now I have the Queen of Hearts.”  

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Climax Control Archives / Chapter 4: Enigma
« on: August 26, 2016, 08:46:44 PM »
 Book 1: Who am I?
Chapter 4: Enigma
~Part 1: Emergency (#NP: "Shadow of the day" by: Linkin Park)~
Sam had to run to the hospital. Roxi had called him when she went to check on Mel. Roxi drove Mel to the hospital and Dr.York had met with them in the ER. When Sam got Mel was screaming loudly. Roxi looked over and nodded at him before vanishing. Sam knew that she was saying to let her know how Mel was. Sam ran over and took his wife's hand.

Dr.York: Sam, Mel's in labour.

Mel: Carly do something! They can't die!

Carly York, was the Magi-Blood's female doctor as Athena would put it. York had delivered all the Clan's children and she felt bad for Mel. Sam was near in tears knowing that Mel was scared out of her mind. Of all the children she had the triplets would be the trouble ones.

Sam: Carly, what are we going to do?

York sighed loudly and looked at Sam.

Dr.York: Sam, I'm going to give her a potion to stop the labour, it's like the tribunialy medication just without the needles.

Sam: Do it.

Mel was gripping onto Sam's hand tightly that Sam swore she was going to crush it. Sam didn't care though, his wife was in pain and he prayed. He prayed in his mind nothing bad was going to happen. That both his wife and triplets would survive.

Mel: DO SOMETHING DAMN YOU!

Sam though had feeling that they were being watched. A chill was flowing down his back as he looked around.

Mel: What’s wrong?

Her tone was filled with sadness. Sam looked down at her and kissed her hand lightly.

Sam: I think someone else is here…

Mel: W-what d-d-d-do you mean? I don’t sense anyone else besides the three of us.

Sam’s eyes turned fully black and Mel gulped. She now knew something was up and was starting to get worried. When Dr.York walked back in she nearly dropped the vile. The sight of Sam’s eyes made her shocked. Mel had told Carly about Sam’s past she had no idea it was this.

Sam: Carly, stay with Mel. Something isn’t right. Her and Roxi were followed by something.

Dr.York: Alright, if anything happens, I’ll update you.

Sam nodded and ran off into the shadows. He blended himself in with it using some of his new abilities. Sam then took out his phone and summoned up his sword in his hand. The silver-chrome coloured blade could have stood out if Sam wasn’t so careful. Sam then pressed the button to activate PAT.

PAT: Good evening Samuel.

Sam: PAT, call my daughter.

PAT: Calling Athena.

Not even one dial tone rang out as Athena answered.

Athena (older): Fah, I feel it too. You need to be careful thought; it’s one of Alexander’s goons causing this. If you don’t stop them Mom is going to lose the triplets and knowing Alexander he’ll try to bring them back.

A loud snarl came from Sam’s mouth.

Sam: Can you meet me here?

Athena: I’m tracking the bastard! Go back to Mom, I’ll get them.

Sam hung his phone off and started to run back to the room.

“Go, go to her…”

Sam stopped and looked around.

Sam: Hello?

“She’s alright…go to her…”

Sam didn’t waste any time and within a blink of an eye he was back in Mel’s room. Mel looked better and Dr.York looked over at him.

Mel: Whatever you did worked, she took the potion and is better.

Sam nodded knowing Athena got the bastard.


~Part 2: Studying (#NP: "Battle in the forgotten city" from Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children  )~
Sam did listen to Lucy, at UWF was facing Jared Kenway. He always got done studying for his match for SCW. Steve and Connor to Sam had interesting backstories to them. But Sam knew Jared. The little bitch kept trying to get out of their match.

The roar of the crowd filled the ears of Jared Kenway as he felt his nerves start to act up. He may have done this a thousand times but it still never made it easier. It was a different city, a different crowd and he saw Miles at the side of the stage giving him a thumbs up. Jared smiled at him as he stood behind the curtain.

MC: Coming up next is Jared Kenway as the Joker and Ami Kaioh as Dr. Harleen Quinzel in “To Hardcore or Not to Hardcore”.

The crowd cheers and the curtain flies back. Jared puts on a sick grin and looks around at everyone. He feels confident knowing that everyone is paying attention to him. But Jared sees Ami sitting in a chair looking prim and proper.

Ami: Hello Joker, please come sit down.

Jared walks over and sits down on the cot. Ami picks up her clipboard and pencil.

Jared: How you doin Doc?

Ami smiles.

Ami: I’m well, now I’ve heard from the guards you’ve been acting up outside of the ring. What’s been going on? They’ve even said that you’ve been attacking people out of it! Joker, you know they’ll put you in solitary if you don’t behave.

Jared: I always am in solitary.

Ami: Joker please answer the question!

Jared sighed and the lights dimmed to where a spotlight was placed on him. Everyone was hushed, ready to listen to what he had to say. Jared closed his eyes and started to blend the two worlds together. He had his wrestling life and his cosplaying life. Jared found where the two worlds connected and a smirk played on his face. The light bulb lit in his head.

Jared: You know Doc; it all started one night when I was on the road to the venue and I knew I had to shake it up. So I saw that small woman and beat the crap out of her! I’m dangerous Doc, oh really I am. They all say that I’m insane but really, I’m just a genius. Think about it Doc, who would have saw it coming? I don’t feel sorry for what I did but others think I should. I can’t help but to roll my eyes at them. They don’t understand that I have a method to my madness. That this was all plotted out so I could get rid of the Magi-Blood! They’re a mince and a plague just like the Bat! They have to be taken out and soon because it’s our time and not anyone else Harley!

To hardcore or not to hardcore! That my dear is the question.

It’s for the belt after all and I’m facing this weird guy Josh Kennedy and the wife’s bitch Samuel Devereux for it-

Sam nearly threw the remote at the screen remembering that. Sam wanted to choke the little bitch out.

Lucy: Sam?

Sam looked over and saw Lucy smiled at him. Sam moved over and she sat next to him.

Sam: I hate him.

Lucy: I know you do, can’t blame you either. I mean he attacked Aina.

Sam sighed.

Sam: Honestly Lucy…we need to take them down.

Lucy: I know, I know. I have a feeling that once Mel comes back it’ll end.

Sam: I know she hasn’t booked them in months cause of it…Lucy I have a feeling that we’re going to be here for the long run.

Lucy: Sam I might retire after Mel comes back.

Sam blinked in shock.

Sam: Are you joking right now?!

Lucy nodded no.

Lucy: We’ll see though. Really I’ve been thinking on it…

Sam: I expect Mel to before anyone else.

Lucy laughed loudly.

Lucy: You’re an idiot. Mel would be the last.

Sam rolled his eyes.

Sam: You’re right…you’re right.


~Part 3: The time is now to step up (#NP: “The Devil’s Bleeding Crown” by: Volbeat)~
“This week has been going well. It's been at the usual, steady pace and I've been enjoying the time I've had to relax. Of course, that's not all it's been about. I've been able to train - a lot. I've been able to work out - a lot. I've been able to ensure that I'm at my best, physically. I've had a lot of time free to make sure of that so I couldn't be happier about the progress I've made over the last few days.

I'm in a good place. It's not that often that I'm able to say that but I have found a way on occasion and I'm happy to say that I am now. I've got a lot going for me and while I do have a challenge  in front of me this week, I'm not worried. This is another chance for me to succeed and show the world exactly what I can do. Am I supposed to be worried? Maybe. Do I even have a lot to prove? No. I know that I've shown all their is to show but if the world want to see me take on a goliath of a man again and prove why you don't need the size advantage to win, then so be it.

And I'm not going to lie, I am still buzzing from my match last week. I know that not everybody sees Dmitri as being the most amazing athlete but I disagree. I definitely think he is and I respect him. He did deliver on his promises, other than the main one of being able to defeat me but other than that, he did deliver. I like it when people do.

It actually doesn't happen as often as I'd like it to. I know, I know. I stand here every single week and I ramble on about how much I want a challenge and I never fail to do that. I continue to say that repeatedly but recently, people have delivered. This week, though? I'm not entirely certain that my opponent will do that but hey, I guess we'll have to wait and see how things actually play out. Well, I don't know if they cares but I sure do.

This is for the right to face Dmitri to be the contender for the world champion.

Steve Ramone, He will be ready for this, instead of letting last week take him down. It's just not going to happen. He's not going to allow that to stop him in his tracks, not when he's come so far. If he can have more fire within him, then he will allow it to burn until he is precisely where he wants to be. No longer will he live with just getting by. He'll ensure that he reaches the top sooner or later. Now might not be that time but he's at least going to give it his best shot so the world can see that he means business. He's not backing down. He never has and he's hardly going to start doing that now. He doesn't have it within him.

Can beat me? That's the question that everyone is asking themselves right now. There are plenty of possible outcomes in this. I can win, he can lose. He can win, I can lose. We can both be beaten the fuck to death by some outsiders or we could cause so much damage to one another, neither of us can continue. Who knows? All I do know is that this means a hell of a lot to both of us. We won't necessarily take pride in harming one another's momentum but it is necessary.

I don't want to be the first to defeat you but at the same time, I do. Would you rather suffer your first loss to a man like me? I mean, one of your best friends and someone who you actually respect? Or would you prefer to suffer loss to some random person who cheats their way to the top, or something? I doubt it. So trust me, there is no shame in you suffering that loss to me. Just in the same manner as if I were to suffer loss to you. If I happen to be struck with a loss this week, all thanks to you, Steve, I will not worry.

I'm not aiming for failure. I'm not here to believe that I am going to lose. I'm not simply going to stand here and claim that I'm going to walk away without a championship in my grasp any longer. It's been a long time since I have been lacking one in my life so it's strange to believe that it can happen. The threat is real. The threat is legitimate. The threat certainly is looming so there is a chance it can all go downhill rapidly for me. I've digested that possibility and while I can't say I'm a fan of it.

Connor Murphy is a challenge. He’s teamed with my wife and I thank him for watching over her. I know she be a handful.  I've faced plenty of tough challenges before. There's the average to good such as Jared Kenway and the rest of the Masquerade, there's the epic like my wife, Dmitri. After all, you have been suffering lately. There have been losses and very little success for you so it's hard to feel - y'know - threatened. You may bring the strength but I honestly don't want to ramble on about strength because I seem to a lot...

But I will because no doubt, people still won't quite understand. Raw power is impressive but more often than not, the guys who possess that simply have that and nothing else. They have no real skill and decide to just push people around physically instead of actually learning any real wrestling moves. Neptune is a man who has power on his side, no doubt about it. You just have to look at the man and know that instantly. It's not tough to work out. Of course, that is the man's key strength and good on him but I'm not worried about that either.

I know I say that often. It's hardly the first time I've been faced with an opponent of this kind. Therefore, I am used to having to deal with such people. Those who believe that pure strength is enough to get by. Those same people will stand in front of the world and claim all sorts without actually being able to back it up. That's fine, though. I'm, again, used to that sort of thing. I have faced quite a lot of my friends recently, which I like.

Connor, I do respect the hell out of you though. You’re a man who defines the meaning of “Fighting Irish”. Notre Dame take notes!  It’s an honor to be in a match with you.

I'm excited for this opportunity just as I'm sure that you two are as well. This is something we saw on the horizon some time ago but I just sat back and watched it all unfold. You were left with the task of earning this shot and you certainly impressed on the way - more so than you even believed you would. I saw it in you from the start. Now that the threat of you taking me down is becoming more possible, it does worry me but I not to the point where I will self-destruct. Instead, I will use this as a learning curve. When you're immediately faced with someone who can and possibly will take everything away from you all at once.

Good luck gentlemen and let the games begin!

Fade to black.

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Supercard Archives / Dmitri Vs Samuel Devereux
« on: July 29, 2016, 11:44:00 PM »
 Book 1: Who am I?
Chapter 3:
Sam had fallen asleep in his room on the boat. He was surrounded by books on every creature known to man. Werewolves, Vampires, Zombies, ext… Were on the floors. Sam was reading at a non-stop pace that could rival Mel’s work ethic! The door to his room opened and Lucy walked in.

Lucy: Sam?

Sam: Oh...hi Lucy.

Sam looked up to see his sister in-law standing there.

Lucy: Dude, you okay?

Sam nodded and with one jolt, he fell off of the bed and onto the ground.

Sam: Ow! Fuck!

Lucy: Sam? You okay? Wait how long have you been up for?

Sam: What day is it?

Lucy: Friday…

Sam blinked in surprised. He didn't know it was that long. Now he knew how his wife felt. Lucy pulled him up and her eyes were a bright shade of green.

Lucy: Sam…be care of Dmitri. He’s trying to get me to “come home” or something like that.

Sam: What in the fuck does that mean? You are home![color]

Sam’s eyes turn a mix of red and black. Lucy gasped and moved back.

[color=b4a1af]Sam:  I'm not going to lie, regardless of the essentially null-and-void and unequivocally empty threats sprouted out by Dmitri this week, I am still stoked for my upcoming match. I am able to perform and fight... that is all I want. I'm not going to be bitter about not being given chances for some time, I just want to fight so here's an opportunity that I'm going to take full advantage of.

And regardless of another desperate attempt by Dmitri to make a point, he's still failed to, well, make a point. Therefore, I still don't know a massive amount about him but there is plenty I can deduce from his ramblings. One fact is, however, that he has neglected to make a real impact here or achieve a great deal in the grand scheme of things. Frankly, that's one of the most important things to know but I'm a smart guy. I know that I can't just rely on that information alone so maybe he will see this week as the week in which he should make a change and turn it all around. I can't quite be sure as to whether or not he will.

There is far too much mystery going on right now for me to really gather any sort of a final conclusion in regards to Dmitri and what his intentions are. He can make them abundantly clear through words but that doesn't mean that they are legit. He's not the kind of man who will follow through with his promises, no matter whether he has true intentions or not. He doesn't initially strike me as the successful or dominant kind. He's nowhere near to being able to actually capable of understanding how to ameliorate his skills and perfect them to the point in which he actually thrives. Therefore, he is not the threat he claims to be.

We all enjoy embracing delusions of grandeur in the hopes that our plans comes to fruition. Daniel is a prime example of this. He makes claims of why he is so phenomenal and he states all of the things that he intends to do when he steps into the ring with an opponent. The smarter among us will succeed and live up to those promises. I fit into that category and I am thrilled to state that. However, Dmitri? He is quite the opposite. He will rant on aimlessly about what he can do but in reality, doesn't do it. I think I've worded that same point on a number of occasions in a plethora of different ways but it's true. I need to make it clear because I bet you 10 bucks, he won't accept that or even understand it.

I mean, Dmitri, I wouldn't have a problem with you at all if you chose to actually take a logical and sensible approach to this. I wish you had chosen to head into this week's challenge this in a different manner. If you had actually admitted that you're facing a threat and someone with a lot to offer, then you might actually sound slightly more threatening and ominous. I can at least admit that you're stronger than me so that is a worry but you? You don't take a whole lot of rationale into account and that's your own fault. That much is shown in your lack of coherence on the matter.

But there's me... a real threat. Dmitri has probably taken one look at me and come to the assumption that I'm not all that strong or threatening. I have faded but that doesn't mean I still don't bring that to the ring. In fact, it's the opposite. On the rare occasion these days that I can step into the ring. I can deliver. I can fight. I can get the job done. I can let out some aggression... so as I see it, Dmitri is in the wrong place at the wrong time.

It's abundantly clear that he doesn't believe that. It's true, since I've undefeated and he's clearly going about this the entirely wrong way. Then again, are we surprised about that? We've seen an aggressive edge from the man and that's always a plus but he can't seal the deal... so why doesn't he understand that something more needs to be done? I can't figure it out. Apparently, neither can he. I also have the ability to admit to my mistakes and that I actually have the ability of understanding what I'm up against. You're great, Dmitri. But I'll never hear you say that about me!

So look at your approach, look at mine. Are you wrestling royalty? Are you a future Hall of Famer? Take a long hard look at yourself and understand that. I doubt you will, though.

You are not quite the smart athlete. You are the strong athlete, the kind who believes that is simply enough to drive them forward in such a competitive sport. I'm afraid I must burst your bubble right now, Dmitri. You must understand that you are not invincible. Do your repeated losses not give you that insight into your chances? Are you once again being too blind to see it? You need far more on your side than that strength to put you ahead in this industry these days. There might have been a time in the past where the stereotypical strongman was the way forward... but no longer. We're living in a world of change.

Don't get me wrong, Dmitri, I appreciate that you actually did listen but I didn't necessarily appreciate that you just essentially squawked it all back to me like a parrot who is stuck on the repeat cycle. I know what I said... I said it. Then again, what else did I expect? I know the typical know it all doesn't really have a mind of their own, since you do typically struggle to say anything original so you therefore struggle to say anything unprompted. But hey, you listened and I appreciate that much.

And hey, I am still feeling as good as ever. I know you like to pretend that you're tougher than you are. We all have our quirks and that happens to be yours. You claim legitimate toughness but fail to deliver. That's your thing and that's fine. I don't feel as though we have a massive amount to worry about because sure, you're a fighter. Guys like you never back down and you certainly don't let shit get to you but you have literally no way to back your words up. Until you do, you'll forever fail to hold any form of legitimacy and you'll never rise to the occasion. I've not always been the most vicious guy but I certainly still succeeded. Now, I'm far more savage than ever. That's the sort of approach I've started to take because of my frustration so I'll ensure success more so than ever. I will once again leave in the way in which I walked in and that is as a man who is yet to be pinned.

Success comes to those who put in the effort. Can you truly take a long hard look at your career to date and claim that you have indeed put in the effort and hard work? I can't honestly say I've seen it within you wrong. Will you prove me wrong? Nobody has so far... what makes you different?

Fade to black.

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Supercard Archives / Dmitri Vs Samuel Devereux
« on: July 23, 2016, 12:36:27 PM »
 Book 1: Who am I?
Chapter 2: Blood
~Part 1: Training with my wife. (#NP: “Eye of the Tiger” by: Survivor)~
“To be honest with you all I’m worried about her. She’s been overdoing it again and she knows I hate it when she does this. I’m not sure if it’s because of the nightmares or if it’s because she knows the end might be coming. I love my wife will all my heart and I’ll stand by her no matter what. But this does worry me; I don’t want her dropping dead from not sleeping or anything. My wife knows that I’ll take the reins if it gets to a point and really it’s about that point…”

I couldn’t tell you what round with was. Just that Mel was over doing it with the training. I could tell that the fire in her eyes was blazing. No doubt she was hearing the Norse calling out to her. We were at Deabs’s gym in Pittsburgh and Mel and I were sparing. No, not wrestling sparing more like bo-staff. My Father had taught me it for some reason but it comes in hand with my other line of work.

Mel went to strike me but I quickly block it. Mel dropped and spun her leg. She connected with mine and I tripped up. My staff fell out of my hand and got tossed into the air. Mel pointed hers at well…my man parts. I swore but quickly thought of an idea. I kicked her staff and it crashed into her body. I jump up and run to grab mine. Mel jumped into the air and swung at me; I ducked and rolled picking up my staff. I brought it behind my back to block my wife from slapping my back. I flipped my body and connected with her legs. Mel fell to the ground and her staff rolled out of her hand. I got up and pointed mine at her.

“Check mate.” I smiled.

“No! I never lose.” She said not admitting defeat.

“Well you did this time.” I smirked.

Ah shit I knew I shouldn’t have said that. Mel kicked me straight in the chest! I staggered back and she roundhouse kicked me taking me down. She took up her staff and I knew I was screwed. My staff was nowhere in sight but it did hit something…or well a certain someone.

“OUCH! Damn it you guys!” Deabs yelled.

“Sorry Deabs…check mate darlin’ I told you I don’t lose.”

My staff got tossed and it rolled over to me. I didn’t dare though try and argue it. Mel helped me up and I grabbed my staff.

“Again.” She said walking away from me.

“No Mel.” I told her.

“I said again!” She growled.

And that’s when that line was crossed. I could tell my wife was really tired, she doesn’t make that many slip ups. I could tell that she could work out herself to slumber or even death. I look at her and she froze seeing my gaze.

“Princess, I said no.”

“Guardian…I’m sorry.”

I walked over to her and hugged her seeing the bit of fear in her eyes.

“Shh it’s okay.”

“I didn’t mean-”

“Melanie…enough. It’s okay. Samuel doesn’t need you overdoing it again. I’ve noticed you have, you’ve been working out more and working more as well. You’re not sleeping right either, you’ve been at least getting an hour or two at most.”

“I haven’t noticed.”

I sighed knowing she’d say that.

“We’re done training for now. Sit down you look like you’re about to be a wild dog.”

I got a chuckle out of her for that one. She knew what I meant and she sat in one of the steel chairs. I toss her a water bottle and she caught it.

“Tak.”

“Welcome. You gonna be okay?”

“Always. I feel better though, I’ve needed to let some steam off after all the crap that has happened. I mean what the hell is with people getting attacked?”

“I dunno Mel. Seems like everyone’s out to get us.”

Never again. I wasn’t about to leave my family and my wife like that. If those guys think about doing that to any of us again, they have the Magi-blood to take them out. Mel smiled at me.

“It’s fine, I can handle myself plus I do carry around a Viking sword. One misstep and they’d lose a limb or two.”

“You know I have your back in this match. If anyone tries to get at you I’m gonna jump and take a bullet for you.”

Mel giggled.

“Thanks hon…after this could we get some food?

I nodded and looked at her. I grabbed her hand and lead her out of the gym. My wife I could tell though was getting tired. I guess that happens when you have three in you.

~Part 2: Sam’s past: April 8th 2015 (Told by Mel/ #NP: “Your song” by: Elton John)~
Everyone was waiting for my song to play and for me to walk out, I couldn’t believe today was the day. The day that I would end up marry Sam, my soulmate. If I had to be honest on what’s more nerve-wracking between a wedding or a title match, the wedding will beat it every damn time. Right now I felt like I was going to my lunch and I was breathing so I wouldn’t end up running this dress Amy made for me. I looked out and saw Sam at the alter with Deabs. Gabe was talking with Roxi and Keria with his laptop in hand, probably showing them some comics or files. I know Gabe and I have a three way tag match and as much as I try to push it out of my mind it kept coming back. Oh well, I’ll deal with all of them soon. I see my Mother and Father walking around me as I try to focus.

Hel: Are you certain you want to go through with this? I don’t want you to get hurt again.

I sigh, I know she cares but I’ve told her all day I was certain.

Melanie: Moh, I’m certain I want to do this. Samuel isn’t like him…he loves me for me and not for my fame or money. Sebastian I can’t say the same for, really I can’t believe he was just using me to leech off of. Really it doesn’t bother me anymore, I’ve moved on from him and well Athena is happy with Sam also. You know Children know who good people are mainly…speaking of family did you and Dad pick who’s walking me down?

My Father took my hand in his.

Sigard: I’ve chosen too.

Melanie: Alright Far, I’m fine with that.

Mother hugged me.

Hel: You look fantastic Melanie; honestly you look like a real angel. I’m proud of you though. You and your brothers and sisters took nothing from ashes and made something into an empire. Now look at you, you’re getting married and hopefully this sticks for you. I don’t like seeing my baby girl cry but I know Samuel loves you to death and wouldn’t mess this up. You two got everything perfect right now and I hope that it last for eternity…I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you all growing up though. I regret that and hopefully I can make it up by being here now and in your children’s lives.

I smile at her, well it wasn’t her fault. She was getting help for her mental illnesses. It was for the best and she’s here now at least.

Melanie: I think we’d all enjoy that I mean Athena loves you both and so does the others.

“Theme of love” from Final Fantasy four started to play and my heart skipped a beat. My Father turned to me and smiled.

Sigard: It’s time…datter, ready?

I nodded, it’s now or never.

Melanie: Ja.

We exited out and I swear my vision distorts a bit. Maybe I’m tearing up but I couldn’t tell. It seemed that everything stopped including time. Left…right…left…right, c’mon Melanie keep walking. My Father kept me held up as Samuel turned around and saw me for the first time in two days. I smile at him and felt myself blushing.

Samuel: Oh my God, she looks like a Goddess.

Deabs has his phone out and is trying to get his baseball game tuned in.

Andy: Eh, I’ve seen better.

Oh shit…Rachel’s head snapped up!

Rachel: Deabs!

Andy: Okay, okay sorry!

We made it up to the altar and Sam smiled at me. The Pastor walked out and everyone sat down.

Samuel: You look heavenly.

We lock eyes with each other.

Melanie: Tak.

Pastor Luther cleared his throat breaking me out of thoughts.

Pastor: The Lord be with you.

Everyone: And also with you.

31BD641\'>Pastor: In the Name of the Father and of the-

He does the cross sign.

Pastor: Son and of the Holy Spirit.

Everyone: Amen.

I felt myself take in a sharp breath.

Pastor: We are gathered here in the sight of God and of his Church to witness and bless the joining together of this man and this woman in holy marriage. This is an honorable estate, which God himself has instituted and blessed, and by which he gives us a picture of the very communion of Christ and his bride, the Church. God has both established and sanctified marriage and has promised to bless therein all who love and trust in him and who seek to give him their faithful worship and service, for the sake of our Lord Jesus Christ.

The union of husband and wife in heart, body, and mind is intended by God for their mutual joy, for the help and comfort given one another in prosperity and adversity, and, when it is God’s will, for the procreation of children and their nurture in the knowledge and love of the Lord. Therefore marriage is not to be entered into inadvisedly or lightly, but reverently, deliberately, and in accordance with the purposes for which it was instituted by God.

The Pastor turned to us.

Pastor: Who gives this woman to be married to this man?

Sigard: Her mother and I.

Sigard placed my hand into Samuel’s. Suddenly my Norse blood started to sing as three powerful magi-blood of the North did an exchange. My body started to resist shaking from it. Samuel helped me up and placed me across from him.

Sigard: Watch over her Baldur.

Samuel nodded.

Samuel: Ja, Lord Odin.

My Father backed away and Pastor continued.

Pastor: Inasmuch as you purpose to enter into the holy estate of marriage that is to be held in honor by all, it becomes you to hear the Word of God concerning it. . .

I started to ignore what was going on. I was focused on Sam and I could tell he was at peace right now. I couldn’t believe that I was getting married to the man of my dreams.

Pastor: Samuel Marcus Devereux, will you have this woman to be your wife, to live with her in holy marriage according to the Word of God? Will you love her, comfort her, honor her, and keep her in sickness and in health and, forsaking all others, be husband to her as long as you both shall live?

I get snapped out of my thoughts.

Samuel: I will.

Pastor: Melanie Alice Gabrielle, will you have this man to be your husband, to live with him in holy marriage according to the Word of God? Will you love him, comfort him, honor him, [obey him], and keep him in sickness and in health and, forsaking all others, be wife to him as long as you both shall live?

Melanie: I will.

Our hands join together and we both smile. The Pastor asked us to repeat something.

Samuel: I, Samuel Marcus Devereux in the presence of God and these witnesses, take you, Melanie Alice Gabrielle, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death parts us, and I pledge you my faithfulness.

Melanie: I, Melanie Alice Gabrielle, in the presence of God and these witnesses, take you, Samuel Marcus Devereux  to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death parts us, and I pledge you my faithfulness.

We slip on each other’s rings. Pastor lead us up to the altar and wraps the stole around our ring hands. This here did prove that I didn’t need any other man than Sam. Sam you just given me more inspiration to take down anyone who stands in our way.

Pastor: Grant your blessing, O Lord, to your servants Melanie and Samuel that they may be ever mindful of their solemn pledge and, trusting in your mercy, abound evermore in love all their days; through Jesus Christ, our Lord.

Everyone: AMEN.

I knew what was coming next…

Pastor: If there is a reason why these two shouldn’t be together please speak now or forever hold your peace.

Andy: Come on! What the heck was that?!

Everyone snapped their heads and saw Deabs yelling at his phone. Uriella’s eyes turned red and oh boy shit was going to happen.

Uri: DEABS!

Andy: Sorry, Jesus fuc-

Uriella threw a bible at him and it hits him on the head. HEADSHOT!

Andy: Ouch!

Gabriel cleared his throat.

Gabe: Well I have something to say but nothing that would prevent you two from getting married, no what I have to say…well more like show you will even make this wedding better for you Mel.

Gabe picked his laptop and turned it toward me.

Amy: Hey Melly!

And I cried, Amy did make it. I ran over to “her” and hugged the screen as tight as I could. Gabe slowly pried it out of my hands.

Melanie: Amy!

Amy: Sorry I couldn’t come, you know injury and pregnancy…makes it hard to travel. Trust me I want to be there in person just-

I cut her off, I knew what she was going to say.

Melanie: It’s okay Ames, I understand really. But you are here!

Amy: Okay true, well Gabe basically hooked me a line up so I could be here. I just told him not to say anything so you would be surprised any everything.

Melanie: Thanks Amy.

Amy: Yeah, yeah! Now go knock Sammy dead!

Melanie: Will do.

When I got back over to Sam we knelt in front of Pastor.

Pastor: Now that Melanie and Samuel have consented together in holy marriage and have given themselves to each other by their solemn pledges, and have declared the same before God and these witnesses, I pronounce them to be husband and wife, in the name of the Father and of the-

Cue the cross.

Pastor: Son and of the Holy Spirit. What God has joined together, let man not separate.

Everyone: Amen!

Pastor: The almighty and gracious God abundantly grant you his favor and sanctify and bless you with the blessing given our first parents in paradise that you may please him in both body and soul and live together in holy love until you life’s end.

Everyone: Amen.

We both rose up.

Pastor: Let us pray.
Almighty, everlasting God, our heavenly Father, grant that by your blessing Samuel and Melanie may live together according to your Word and promise. Strengthen them in faithfulness and love toward each other. Sustain and defend them in all trial and temptation. Help them to live in faith toward you in the communion of your holy Church and in loving service to each other that they may ever enjoy your heavenly blessing; through Jesus Christ, your Son, our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever.

Everyone: Amen.

Pastor: Let us join together all of the petitions of our hearts and pray for the Lord's guidance and peace as we pray the prayer He taught us.

Insert the Lord’s prayer here.

Pastor: The eternal God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, grant you his Holy Spirit, be with you and richly bless you now and forever. May I now-

I hand him a piece of paper.

Melanie: Say it please.

Pastor sighed.

Pastor: I, now pronounce this ship canon! You may now kiss your bride.

Melanie: Jeg elsker dig Sam.

Samuel: Jeg elsker dig Mel.

~Part 3: Talking (#NP: “Justice” by: Rev Theory)~
The West Coast branch of the Hunter’s society was located in Los Angeles despite how cliché that may seem on their part. Right now Lucy was sitting down on her bed reading over an old report on a vampire nest.

~Months ealier~
Lucy opened up her laptop and started writing in a word document…
The first thing that will scare me is my Father. That man is pure evil and I’m not sure who he is. That makes this even worse; I won’t know what he has in store for us or what he’s capable of. My Father tried killing me months ago but a certain someone saved me from dying…or well possible a coma. Thinking about my Father is hard, I had a feeling once ago though he was a kind man…or maybe I’m just wishing too hard. I have no idea but I do know his power is amazingly strong, I know he and many others of the Seraphina blood line use black magic. It’s in our veins and for me, I’m a mix blood. I’m a green-black magi-blood by birth. Green is the element of Earth while black in the element of Darkness. Unlike my Father and my Brother I don’t use black magic in my practice or fights, I forbid it. Only the powers at be know what can come from the use of it. For the unknown and the dark arts, I fear my Father. I wish this wasn’t true but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t.

The second thing that scares me is the fact I’m a blood-mutant. If you don’t know what that is, it’s when something foreign comes in contact with the blood. The blood tries to fight it off but ends up fusing together. Unfortunately for me, I was mutated with vampire…so yes I drink blood but not as much as a normal one does. I fear though I might become out of control and possibly either turn or kill someone. Maybe that’s why I’m anti-social for the main part; maybe it’s this I’m hiding and all. Right now I’m typing this at Lestat’s café. It’s a place where blood drinkers come to get a “pint”. Haha, get it pint? Oh you know what I mean! Blood jokes, gotta love them.

I know Claude, Rachel and Rhoda are back at the manor and I bet one if not all of them are up waiting for me. They know I tend to sneak out at night but I don’t tell them why per-say. It’s best they don’t know I come to drink. After what happened today I sure as hell am going to need it. It started with a simple vampire hunt but turned into something more…

~Earlier that night~
Lucy Seraphina found herself in New Orleans waiting for Melanie Gabrielle and Michelle Anxo to arrive. Lucy took in a deep breath of the night’s cool air. She hated these kinds of hunts, the hunts where vampires were involved. Lucy knew that they could smell their venom in her and it made her shiver each time. Yes Lucy was bait if you thought about it but the angel could care less. As long as she wasn’t bitten again and the hunt went smooth, she was fine with it. Lucy heard two sets of wings swoosh causing her to look over. Both Mel and Michelle were mere feet away from her.

“So you drag me away from possibly getting laid for a hunt eh”? Lucy had asked.

“Oh you’ll live”! Mel rolled her eyes.

“Plus we got a job to do; lustful desires of oneself have to wait”. Michelle added.

Lucy couldn’t argue with Michelle, she was right. They had a hunt to take care of and, anything Lucy wanted would have to wait. Michelle took out her bow and arrows while Mel got her guns ready. Lucy already had her hidden blades strapped to her arms. Lucy also had daggers hidden on her too. The trio without any delay start walking down an abandon road.

“So how big is the nest”? Lucy asked.

“Michelle scoped out the place she said around five of them from what she can tell”. Mel replied.

“Shouldn’t be that hard”. Michelle said.

“Chelle you know vampire nest aren’t to be fucked with”. Lucy told her.

“Yeah I know tell me something I don’t know”. Michelle shot.

“Enough you two. Focus or you’ll get bitten remember what happened last time”. Mel started to say.

That shut them up and Mel knew it. About ten minutes later the three ladies were in front of a decaying house. It was a now muddy blue color with some of the roof gone, the windows broken out and, the front door nearly off its hinges. Mel loaded her guns up; Michelle loaded her bow with an arrow and Lucy got her blades ready. Lucy walked away from the group and toward the house. They knew that the other vampires in the house would smell her and come crawling out to see if it was one of their own. Just on cue vampires walked out from the house.

“Who are you”? One of them asked.

“Your death”. Lucy growled.

Sam: I figured you’d be in here.

Lucy looked up as Sam sat on the bed.

Sam: Good luck at the charity thing.

Lucy: Thanks.

Sam: I have to ask…what was it like being turned?

Lucy blinked and Sam wondered if he had asked the wrong question. He never talked to Lucy about the whole ordeal but was interested in it.

Lucy: Like I was being killed.

Sam nodded.

Sam: I’m sorry. Really it shouldn’t have happened to you. You’re such a good person Lucy and I mean that. It sucks knowing that you at times hate yourself because of something that wasn’t your fault.

Lucy: Thanks Sam but really it won’t change the way I feel.

Sam: Is there anything you can tell me about vampires?

Lucy: You’re facing one aren’t you?

Sam nodded.

Lucy: I get an odd vibe from the guy. He could probably hold as much blood vodka as I can.

Sam laughed hard understanding the Russian stereotype joke.

Lucy: We’re complex Sam. Every one of us is different so you need to be careful. I don’t need the wife getting pissed.

Sam: Right…thanks Luce. Ugh do you need me to walk you out or drive you there?

Lucy: No, I’m good.

Sam: You gonna charm them?

Lucy: No powers.

Sam: You know I was joking.

Lucy nodded and hugged her brother in law.

Sam: Good luck Luce and thank you a ton for this.

Lucy: Welcome…oh I have my logs and books around if you want to read up on vampires.

With that Lucy snapped her fingers and vanished. Sam grabbed her laptop and started to read the log.

Sam: It’s going to be a long night!

~Part 4: On the hunt (#NP: “Vampire” by: People In Planes)~
You know I won my first match here and it feels so good! I found out last week I’m having two sons and a daughter with my wife. Really right now everything is going amazing! But once I read the card for Summer XXXtreme, little did I know though we’d have a problem on our hands. You see like the rest of the magi-blood, I hunt. I take down the things you don’t believe in and well he is one of them.

Dmitri is a vampire, he’s a blood drinker and I don’t want to know if he’s a screamer. For people living under a rock; vampire are as old as time. A vampire is a being from folklore who subsists by feeding on the life essence, generally in the form of blood of living creatures. Undead beings, vampires often visited loved ones and caused mischief or deaths in the neighbourhoods they inhabited when they were alive. They wore shrouds and were often described as bloated and of ruddy or dark countenance, markedly different from today's gaunt, pale vampire which dates from the early 19th century.

Yes people it’s required to know these things. In our lives we don’t know what we’ll go against next. Also all that Hollywood bull has effed up people’s vision with them. So lesson time for you guys! First off crosses don’t work but holy water does. Stakes they paralyzes them, silver burns their skin. What they do worry about is fire and bullets. Fire burns them to death and bullets cause damage. If they’re silver bullets it could burn their insides.

If you try to assassinate Lucy that way, it won’t work on her. The difference between Lucy and normal vampire is this. Magiblood mutate vampires are more immune to a normal vampire’s weakness. Sure Lucy has to drink blood but really ask her if you have questions. It’s not really my place to talk seeing how I’m a different thing…

If you think I’m gonna end killing this guy again wrong. Sorry but that stuff isn’t allowed in the ring. But I am going to treat this with my hunting approach. Vampires I know for a fact are dangerous creatures in private or public. But not all are bad trust me, I know for a fact people like Lucy’s adopted sire are kind and are willing to help others. Then you have the evil ones like Lucy’s biological sire who are willing to kill or force people to change without consent.

Remember people consent is necessary!   

Now Dmitri is from Russia like Lucy…

Oh you know now that makes me feel like either he’s stalking Lucy, or he’s part of some underground vampire mob or is purely coincidental. Either way though he’s from Russia, he’s a vampire, and this match won’t be taken lightly. Trust me this match is more on the dark side of things. That’s fine by me seeing how still to the SCW fans, I’m mysterious just like my opponent. If I did tell you guys everything flat out then what would be the fun in that?  

I know Dmitri is a threat; every vampire is one on their own merit. This one is a wrestler though so you always have to be on guard. Dmitri is a vampire who won the Internet Championship. Impressive I’ll say, it takes a ton to be one and congrats to him I will say. Now both Dmitri and I are different compared to most of the roster, we both want the win in the match.

But Dmitri, I want to walk out the winner. I’m willing to take you to the brink where your immortality breaks in order to win. I will drag you through the fire and flames if it means to weaken you. You’ll feel the sting of the silver that my moves will cause. Oh and the pain of holy water will cause you to scream when I walk out the winner.

You see Dmitri, I’m not some normal man; you can try to threaten me but I won’t blink. You see on the so call damnation scale, I’m lower than you. That right there should hint to you about something. But I’ll see if you can figure it out. But in our match, don’t be shocked if I come out with fire in my eyes. Don’t be scared if you don’t know what to do. In all honestly I am the enigma, the mysterious one, Denmark’s Gambit who everyone bets on.

Dmitri, I paid my dues in spades and now I have a Queen of hearts. Good luck in our match because the hunter is now…

The hunted.



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Climax Control Archives / Chapter 1: Start
« on: July 08, 2016, 10:16:32 AM »
 Book 1: Who am I?
Chapter 1: Start
~Part 1: A few months earlier (#NP:  “Angel” by: Judas Priest)
Parkens Privathospital in Copenhangen, Denmark 6/5/16 09:00 hrs~
It wasn’t an emergency and, it wasn’t sorrow that brought these two here. It was filled with happiness and excitement. Right now in the maternity ward is Melanie and Sam, smiles on their faces as Mel was getting an ultrasound. Mel drummed lightly on her stomach as she waited for the doctor to come in.

Sam: You excited?

Mel: Yes I am. What about you Daddy?

Sam: Well Mommy, yes I am. So how many do you think we’ll have?

Mel shrugged as Sam placed a kiss on her right hand.

Mel: Have you been behaving?

Sam: Yes Mel.

Mel: Good! I sure as hell hope and you know that if you’re leading you’re being held up to standards.

Sam nodded. He had felt bad about his actions as of late. Mel coming in and basically beating his ass scared him straight. Sam smiled as the doctor walked in with ultrasound machine. Mel looked over and lifted her top up a bit.


Dr.York: Hej Mel, Sam. You two ready for this?

Sam: As ever!

Mel: I’m a bit nervous…

Dr.York smiled at her kindly.

Dr.York: It’s alright Mel, I understand that you are. How are the other kids?

Mel: They’re doing great thank you! Athena is growing into such a young woman already. I mean she acts more mature for her age. The others do tend to sleep a lot but they’re one, two years old. Oh and Gunnar oh that little one is acting like Sam with the ladies. Sam back in the day I heard was good with them; always charming them in some way.

Dr.York put the jell on Mel making her blink.

Sam: Hey can’t blame me! I did call my parents Mel and believe it or not they’re happy about this.

Mel: I swear your Dad hates me at times.

Sam didn’t say anything. It wasn’t that Abel hated Mel, he hated the fact Sam refused to take the family business and went to wrestle instead. Mel and Sam though did join the companies as one. Sam was the man who had the comfy and easy life but he hated it. Sam was a man of action and he wanted the life of it.

Sam: I don’t think he does.

Mel: I’m certain he does. Sam look at him and what he was trying to do to you!

~Years earlier~

Sam had dropped Mel back at Angel Corp and he had drove him to see his folks. Marie, his Mother, originally from France had a fondness for Mel while his Father didn’t seem to really like her. Sam parked his car and got out from it. His Father was already out on the lawn waiting for him.

Abel: Hej Sam.

Sam: Hej Fah.

You could feel the tension between the two.

Abel: So I hear you want to wrestle now.

Sam: Yes I am! Mel’s family have been teaching me, I’m ready for it and I’m happy about it.

Abel’s face showed discussed on it.

Sam: What’s wrong?

Abel: Are you kidding me!? I thought you were going to take over the company!

Sam’s face showed anger.

Sam: I never agreed to that! I don’t want to anyways, it isn’t what I want in life.

Abel: You’ll never make it as a wrestler. What a joke Samuel, what a joke! That isn’t your life, running this company is!

Sam: To hell with it! Give it to Caleb or someone who cares!

Abel: You will not speak about it-

Marie: Stop! Stop fighting both of you!

Marie was standing at the door way. It pained Sam to know his Mother saw the whole thing most likely.

Abel: If you step in the ring, don’t come back here ever again.

Mel: Freaking bard!

Sam: I have issues with him, so what?

Mel didn’t say anything but Dr.York on the other hand did. She turned the screen to the two of them.

Dr.York: Well Mr and Mrs Deveraux, want to take a guess on how many?

Mel: Two?

Sam: Four?

The doctor shook her head and smiled.

Dr.York: Congratulations you are have triplets!

Mel gasped loudly and Sam started to tear up.

Sam: How can you tell?

Dr.York pointed to the three dots on the screen.

Dr.York: They right now look like oranges, your wife is 9 weeks right now.

Mel: Can…can we get a picture please?

Dr.York nodded.

Sam: If you excuse me for a second…I’m going to call my folks.

Sam walked out of the room and went to dial the number. He sighed and waited to do it. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to talk to his Dad instead of his Mom.

Sam: Maybe…maybe I shouldn’t right now. I don’t need the Oldman flipping his shit.

Sam sighed and still looked at his phone debating.

Sam: But if I don’t Mama will be upset. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.

Sam bit the bullet and hit the dial number on his phone…
One…
Two…
Three…

Marie: Bonjour Samuel.

Sam: Bonjour Mama.

Marie: How are you son?

Sam was so happy that his Mother answered, a loud “Yes” rang through his mind in victory.

Sam: Mélanie avoir mes bébés, triplets Maman! Nous allons avoir des triplés! (Melanie's having my babies, triplets Mom! We're having triplets!)

Marie let out a loud scream that nearly made Sam drop his phone. He could hear his Mother yelling to his Father about the news.

Marie: I’m so happy and so is your Father! I’ll call you later son, good bye. Give Mel our love.

Sam: Will do.

Click!

~Part 2: Dear to the heart (#NP: “Lifestream” from Final Fantasy VII)~
Samuel was in his car driving as the Hotwire was playing on his radio. He was trying to clear his mind after something that had happened to him. After all these years an old friend had popped up at home. He wasn’t fully sure how he wanted to take this though.

Sam: Unbelievable…how the hell am I going to explain this one to Mel?

~Earlier that day…~
Sam was sitting in the dining room; a woman that wasn’t Mel sat across from him. Mel was asleep, tired from just really doing nothing. She’s carrying triplets after all and Sam well…right now he was ready to kill someone.

“Lord Devereux, my name is Julia. I am she-demon and I was asked to come see you.”

Sam: I don’t want any part of this! I am a magi-blood, not a demon!

Julia smirked at him and tried to remain calm. She knew he had a demon killing knife armed on him and, her in a devil’s trap.

Julia: You don’t have much of a choice in the matter. You need to learn to control your abilities. What happens if you hurt your-

Sam: Don’t drag my wife into this!

Sam’s eyes turned to black.

Julia: You need to stop hiding from the real you. Embrace it Samuel before you die from it.

Sam: Enough! You don’t know me or my story!

Julia laughed and that got Sam even more upset.

Julia: And yet I do your Lordship…Do you remember when you were younger an imaginary friend you called “Jules”?

Sam’s eyes went wide in shock.

~Years earlier~

A small Sam was sitting on his bed reading a book. He smiled as the words captivated his young mind. But out of the corner of his eye he could see his Julia aka Jules watching him. A smile played on her face, knowing that he was happy.

Jules: Hey Sammy!

Sam: Jules! Hi!

Jules: What are you reading?

Sam: “The Red Badge of Courage”.

Julia chuckled. She knew of the book and, was surprised that someone like him was reading it at a young age.

Jules: Want me to read it to you?

Sam: Um…sure.

Jules walked over and jumped onto the bed. She moves over and sat next to him. Sam handed her the book and looked up at her.

Jules: Okay kid, let’s do this. “The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fog revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting…”

~earlier time~

Sam was speechless; he couldn’t believe it was her. He knew it was her and he couldn’t lie. His emotions felt like a boat at sea during a storm. Tossing and turning and praying for it all to stop.

Julia: Hi Sammy. I can’t believe you’ve grown so much all these years. It makes me smile so much to know you’re okay.

Sam: Jules…oh my God.

She smiled.

Julia: I’m sort for vanishing after all these years. I was called back and I couldn’t say good bye. I just hope you’re not upset at me.

Sam: I’m not.

Sam got up and scraped the trap off.

Julia: Thanks Sammy. Listen I’ll give you a while to think, just call for me when you’re ready.

Sam nodded and after he blinked, Julia was gone.

Mel: Sammy?

Sam looked up toward the stairs.

Mel: Could you please bring me something to eat.

Sam: You got it!

Sam went into the kitchen.

~Present time~

Tommy Knocks: “The Angel Clan announced that Samuel Devereux will be joining the active roster. Alright that is another member of the Angel Clan, the first male member of the Angel Clan that we have seen in Sin City Wrestling. Samuel of course is the husband of Melanie Gabrielle. I’m excited to see what this guy can do; I’ve heard nothing but good things.”

That made Sam smiled. Mel had told him several times that the SCW fans wanted to see him. He couldn’t help but to agree that she was right.

Sam: Well at least that this boost my spirits up. I can’t let Mel or the others down.

Sam turned off his radio and pressed the button on the side of it. A boop noise echoed and the button glowed blue.

PAT: Good Evening Sam, what may I do for you?

Sam: PAT, I need you call Lucien.

He didn’t like the idea of this.

PAT: Calling Lucien Seraphina!

The dial tone went off three times before Lucien picked up.

Lucien: Yes Sam?

Sam: Listen Lucien we need to talk. I know if I tell you this though you’re going to get upset.

Lucien: Really? I doubt it unless you’re a demon and didn’t tell me.

The silence filled the air.

Lucien: You are, aren’t you?! YOU SON OF A BITCH!

The line went dead and Sam knew some shit was going to go down.

~Part 3: At home (#NP: “Remember Us” by: Gabriel Royal)~
We all know New Orleans, Louisiana as a party site and home to the French Quarter but Samuel Devereux called it home in the states. It was after midnight and the outside was still filled with people and partying. But for him he couldn’t find sleep on this night. Things were on his mind including UWF and what’s going on with the magi-blood. He found himself in front of his laptop reading over some of his people’s history that Lucy and Brigid had put together. Moments later Sam felt arms wrapped around him and he looks up to see his wife.

Sam: I’m not tired…why aren’t you?

Melanie: Because you’re not in bed.

Sam looked up at her and kisses her.

Sam: Go back to bed ma belle.

Mel nodded her head no.

Melanie: Not without you.

Sam pouted.

Sam: You’re something else Melanie, stubborn and I love it.

Mel looked onto the screen and chuckled.

Melanie: This is my thing.

Sam: I know but it’s our thing now! Remember we co-own seeing how our two merged together.

Mel pointed at him, gently touching his nose.

Melanie: Yeah that’s true! But Sam it’s my thing! You’re supposed to be checking up on me while I work to the bone.

Sam chuckled and sat Mel on his lap.

Sam: Okay you have a point…are you sure it’s because I’m not in bed?

Melanie: I’m very sure love.

Sam smiled and kissed her cheek. Mel giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Melanie: Have I told you how much I love you as of late?

Sam: Every single day on the hour of the hour and I love it. I love you and seriously you’re the best thing that has ever happened to. I thank God that I got to marry you.

Mel blushed.

Melanie: I thank God as well.

Sam: And even though she’s not mine biologically…our daughter as well.

Melanie: She thinks you are.

Sam looked up at her and licked his lips.

Sam: You haven’t told her?

Melanie: Why should I? I mean our daughter is very intelligent for her age. If she wants to talk about it she’ll come up to us.

Sam nodded.

Sam: Yeah you’re right. I still don’t understand at first how she could say one…maybe two words and you could tell what she wanted.

Melanie: Two words: Aunt Lucy.

Sam: I take it Lucy never spoke a whole lot as a child?

Mel gave him two thumbs up.

Mel: Bingo!

Sam laughed.

Sam: But I gotten used to it.

Melanie: Oh I know you have. I’m proud of you for that…Sam I do love you.

Sam: To pull a Niko, if I may quote Star Wars: “I know”.

Mel laughed loudly.

Melanie: Now will you come to bed with me please?!

Mel gives Sam the bedroom eyes, Sam on the other hand chuckled at smiled down at her.

Sam: Not yet, I’m enjoying this. I mean I have the most sexist woman on the planet and in the realms on my lap!

Mel: You don’t mean that do you?

Sam: I do! I mean it Mel…why do you ask?

Mel bit her lip.

Melanie: Everyone picks Uri over me…

Sam hugged her.

Sam: I know, but most of them only see her for her looks. She’s not stupid at all like some think…not only that Deabs would stab someone if they try shit with her. I mean I’d do the same if it were you.

Mel tilt her head to the side knowing her had a point.

Melanie: Touché Mr. Devereux!

Sam: Why thank you Mrs.Devereux

Mel kissed him.

Melanie: So…you know Hunter is back from the dead?

Sam glared darkly.

Melanie: What?

Sam: You know what.

Mel looked at him confused.

Melanie: No I don’t. Tell me Samuel.

Sam: The guy trust me but this puts me in protective mode.

Mel sighed and shook her head.

Melanie: You’re over reacting.

Sam: No I’m not! You know I remember you telling me how he tried to kill Uri.

Mel sighed and looked at him.

Melanie: You think Alexander is controlling him maybe?

Sam looked down at the ground.

Sam: Yeah…maybe I mean emotion is a powerful thing.

Mel nodded understanding where he was coming from.

Melanie: It’s okay Sam, I promise.

Sam: I trust you Mel.

Melanie: Yep!

Sam: Right…

Sam got lost in his thoughts wondering if he wanted to ask his wife a certain question.

Sam: Can I ask you something?

Melanie: Sure what is it?

Sam: Why did you get married to Dark Tiger?

Mel couldn’t believe he brought that up. She bit her lip and blinked.

Melanie: I fell in love with him. A lot of people said we were moving too fast, I didn’t listen. I was happy and well you know how that ended.

Sam: Yeah I remember. I mean we’ve been together what for a two and half years?

Mel laughed loudly.

Melanie: You dork! You can’t even remember!

Sam leaned back on his chair.

Sam: Well I am sorry!

The two of them laugh.

Melanie: But yeah it’s a year and half…a wonderful year and half.

Sam: Yeah it has…Mel are you coming to see my folks with me?

Melanie: Only if you want me to.

Sam hugged her.

Sam: I love you so much Melanie. I’d lose it if you left me but I’d understand.

Melanie: I’m not leaving you…I promise. Now bed time Mister.

Sam: I swear you’re getting bad as Uriella with your drive.

Melanie: Oh you are so getting laid tonight!

Mel winked as Sam lifted her up and ran off with her.

~Part 4: Let’s do this! (#NP: “Welcome home” by: Coheed and Cambria)
My name is Samuel Devereux and I’ve been in the wrestling game for a few years now. To the people in SCW I’m known as Mel’s husband. To the wrestling world I’m known as “Denmark’s Gambit” and to my enemies I’m known as Baldur, the Brave.

Growing up I’ll admit I had an easy life. Had a loving Mother, a bit of an ass for a Father, no siblings and well plenty of money. But for me it wasn’t a privilege life like the kids call it these days. You know that always bothered me, them calling it that because they don’t know the real meaning of the world. In this world youth people, you need to stop complaining and actually get up and do something. The world isn’t going to care about you if you don’t it. It doesn’t matter about status, race, and gender, go out there and make yourself something!

I mean I did and I didn’t have help from my family. No, they were very pressuring about my grades, if I had anything below an A, I was stuck inside studying. My Father would always talk about how I’d go to college; he’d talk about the AAS, the BA, the MA I’d get in business. How I’d take over the family business and be just like him. Really as much as he loved my Mother, I could tell something was wrong in his eyes. My Father would always seem to show distain for me. I never did anything wrong and would do what he’d ask.

But then when I got up to high school, I felt the need for something more. I didn’t want this life my Father was trying to force on me. My Mother who was better than my Father would tell me it doesn’t matter what my Father wanted. That in the end it was up to me and really I took her words to heart.  My Mother Marie is this wonderful French woman who would never hate anyone it seems. When I started to rebel against my Father, I could see the smile on her smile lips. The laughter in her eyes, cheering me on. I know she couldn’t blame me and I’m thankful for that.

I would skip class, gamble people for keeps, party and really everything under the sun. This really pissed my Father Able off. Now Able is a strong headed Dane. He is the man who wouldn’t tolerate any nonsense. You know my Father didn’t want me to wrestle either, I hear him say it all the time and it pisses me off. If it wasn’t for this I don’t think I’d be here today, I don’t think I’d be married to my wife or would be the Father of her kids. I could be six feet under or working the family business.

I know Able, is trying to be sincere but he goes about it the wrong way. He reminds me of people who try to force others around. I, my dear fans, DO NOT stand for that crap! You should be allowed to live your life the best you can. Do not let anyone stop you, don’t let fear overcome and take you away from your life. If you need to act out, if you need to be hidden away to be the best you can, go for it. Once you’re able to do what you need to, it’s a fresh start for you. You can do anything you set your mind to it.

That’s what life was for me after I met Melanie Gabrielle, my wife, my love and my life. Mel showed me that even though I’m different, I can be accepted. That my life doesn’t need to be all black and white like my Father believes it should be. You see everyone my abilities came out about two hours before I would meet her. To say the least I was freaked out and scared. I thought I had killed someone but luckily they were knocked out. I owe my wife my life for help saving me because that night I was a mess, I had cleaned a guy out of money, had drunk myself into the next level of stupid and, was stumbling back to my hotel room. I remember some dudes coming out of the shadows.

I really didn’t remember what happened next because when I came out of it I saw their bodies on the ground. Now before you ask, no I didn’t piss or crap myself. But I digress the scene scared me badly. I remember running like my life was on the line. I didn’t stop running until I found myself on the outskirts of Copenhagen.

Now for those who don’t know, on the edge of Copenhagen is the building for Angel corp; Coming out of the building would be the woman who would be my wife. I mean God dang she looked like a Goddess indeed. A smile was on her face as she walked toward me.

I remember her saying to me “I’ve been waiting for you.” And well hell! The rest is history. From her I got a new start in life and now I’ve gotten a new start in the ring. I’m here in Sin City Wrestling and I’m here to fight. Just like Mel, just like Lucy and Uri, I’ll give anyone who wants to step up a chance to fight me. I’m a two time UWF Grand Prix champ and I want to expand on that! I want to win more championships and more fights. I want to bring glory and honor to my family just like the rest of them do.

Though I’ll do it in my style.

My opponent this week is named Kale Smith and he’s from Australia. I couldn’t find a lot on him but I hear he’s new to the company like I am. That’s fine by me because the ones you don’t know a lot on usually bring surprises to the match. I bet Kale is just filled with them just like I am.

Now Kale, you can expect me not to cheat to win. I hate cheating and it shows dishonor not only on me but my family. I bet I can count on you to show me the same in return. I’m really a man you don’t want to upset after all. Upsetting a magiblood isn’t a good thing, I mean ask Rachel Rosangela…ugh… love my Sister in law but she can get very scary.

But enough on me rambling. Kale, I know you can hold your own in the ring. I heard you came up winning in your last match and congrats on that. I know it can be a lot of pressure. This time though you go up against someone tougher. It’s the so call “Thunder from down under” vs “Denmark’s Gambit”. Seriously the fans are going to enjoy this.

But they weren’t lying mate on me being mysterious gambit. I think maybe my wife tipped them about that. I mean I don’t reveal everything about myself. I mean if I did you’d see what I hold in my hand. Life is like gambling Kale. You know about taking risk and so do I. Then I’m pretty sure that this match is one of them. Two go in but only one can get the win. We’ll do our best to get that but you never know what the deck will give us. They don’t call me “Denmark’s Gambit” for nothing Kale, when you bet on me you’re never going back.

I’ve paid my dues in spades and now I win in gold also got myself a Queen of Hearts. Good luck Kale.

Oh and one more thing. Shout out to Uriella Abaddon for the new ring gear! Love ya sis.

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