The one hundred sixty third episode of Climax Control ended perhaps in away no one saw coming...ever. The main event saw current and longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion, J2H, defending his title once again against Dmitri on the returning Halloween show that saw the two competing in a Voodoo Bayou Match. All sorts of creepy crawlies and mysterious creatures made appearances in perhaps the most unusual World Heavyweight Championship match we’ve witnessed yet, but the presence of two masked druids would prove to be more than met the eye.
At first, the druids seemed to be just part of the match itself, there to throw both men off, but towards the end of the match, they proved to be out for one thing and one thing only. To assist J2H and help him keep the title around his waist. That wasn’t at all surprising, but the two men who were underneath the masks themselves, indeed were. After accidentally being unmasked by Uncle Pinky, the returning JT Midas was shown to be the first of the two druids. But the second? The second one was no doubt the most shocking.
After J2H defeated Dmitri, the giant druid handed the belt back over to J2H and proceeded to remove his mask, revealing himself to be none other than the man who everyone thought hated J2H more than anyone else, and current(but perhaps now FORMER) member of the Seven Deadly Sins...Rage!
No warning. No inkling. Nothing that would lead anyone, the Sins included, to believe Rage would ever do such a thing as to align himself with J2H. And as of yet, no one has any explanation as J2H, JT Midas and Rage were all refusing to say a thing, letting everyone wait for answers on what could prove to be the most shocking moment of the year. And Rage was proving to be in no hurry to answer an onslaught of questions, either.
After going out for a quick drink and the first meeting of their newly formed alliance, Rage made his way to the airport for his scheduled flight back to Las Vegas. He’s boarding the plane, looking for his seat and looking around, noting the absence of the rest of the Seven Deadly Sins. Normally they were on the same flight, but not a single one of them was there. Odd, he thought, but due to his actions tonight, he figured they must had changed their flights to avoid speaking to him for now.
No big deal, he thought, as he finally found his seat, and put his carry on bag in the overhead compartment. He quickly took his seat and took his phone out of his pocket, and a set of headphones. After placing his phone in airplane mode, he put in his headphones and put his music on shuffle. He buckled his seatbelt and then leaned his head back, closing his eyes. It wasn’t supposed to be a long flight, but because he was expecting one hell of a confrontation when he returned home, he decided to take the time to relax and get some shut eye.
Too bad for Rage, this flight would prove to be much, MUCH longer than he thought. You’d think by now the big man would be sure to check all the details of his flight before boarding said plane, but NOPE. Not this time. As the plane finished boarding, the Flight Attendant spoke over the intercom as was customary on every flight and introduced herself.
Flight Attendant: Good evening, ladies and gentleman. My name is Sarah and I will be one of your flight attendants on the leg of your trip to Siberia...[/color]
And as Sarah the flight attendant continued to speak, Rage’s eyes remain closed and his music distracting him. And he had absolutely no idea where he was headed…
Two Days Later
It has been a long and frustrating couple of days for Rage, and it has only affected his mood more than usual. His cab driver pulls into Rage’s driveway and Rage immediately notices Phil’s car in the driveway. He quickly pays the driver and then grabs his bags, heading up to his front door. The driver pulls away and Rage walks into his house and immediately drops his bags on the floor. There are a few bags at the top of the stairs and Rage folds his arms, getting a bad feeling about what this could mean.
He stands frozen in place as he waits for Phil. He waits a few minutes until, finally, Phil emerges from downstairs, bringing yet another bag with him. Phil looks a little surprised to see him, but he doesn’t say a word as Rage just glares at him.
Rage: Going somewhere, Phil?
Phil looks down to his bags then back to Rage, the expression on his face quietly saying “Duh.” But, again, he doesn’t speak a word.
Rage: Why the hell are YOU giving me the silent treatment? I didn’t do anything to you.
Phil lets out a sarcastic laugh and shakes his head.
Phil: Maybe not, but it’s the principal of the matter, Jake.
Rage: Phil, how does what I did have anything to do with you?
Phil quickly shoots his head up and glares at Rage.
Phil: Seriously? You’re really going to ask a dumbass question like that?! You might be my blood brother, Jake, but what Synn and the others have done for me since I moved here has made them more my family than Mom, Ashley and Dad were! You of all people should fucking understand that!
Rage: So, what, you’re moving out now? You’re not even going to give me a chance to explain either and you’re just going to take everyone’s side over mine?
Phil doesn’t respond. He grabs his bags and walks towards the door, but Rage blocks him.
Rage: Come on, Phil.
Phil: You just don’t get it, do you? You blindsided EVERYONE, Jake.
Rage: What I did was a business decision, Phil. There was nothing personal about it, but you’re fucking making it personal! You have nothing to do with SCW!
Phil: Business decision or not, it still doesn’t erase the fact that you turned your back on your fucking family and I’ll be damned if I’m going to live with you after you could do something like that. After everything they’ve done for you, you could just do that at the drop of a dime? Bullshit, Jake. Bullshit.
Rage shakes his head, but he doesn’t move an inch. He continues to block Phil from leaving, and this further annoys Phil.
Rage: So where you gonna go then? You gonna move in with Maddie?
Phil: Where I’m going is none of your business anymore.
Rage: Seriously, Phil...
Phil: I suggest you move out of my way, Jake. You may be bigger than me and a professionally trained wrestler, but I think I could make one move that would drop you to your knees. I’m not living with you anymore.
Rage keeps his arms folded across his chest as if testing his brother’s patience, but Phil surprises Rage as he gets toe to toe with him. Though Rage towers over him by several inches.
Phil: Don’t fucking test me, Jake. Get out of my way. Now.
Rage stands there for a few more moments but as he stares at the look on Phil’s face and realizes that he’s serious, he finally steps aside and lets him pass.
Rage: For what it’s worth, Phil, I think moving in with Maddie is a good decision. You two are good together.
Phil turns around and looks at Rage, a very serious expression on his face.
Phil: I’m not moving into Maddie’s place. Not that it’s any of your business, but I asked Synn if I could stay with him until I figure something out and he was more than happy to let me stay there.
Without another word, Phil turns back around and walks out of the house. Rage stands in his kitchen, his jaw dropped as he hears the engine to Phil’s car roar to life and a few moments later, the car speeds off out of the driveway. Rage runs his hand over his bald head and he walks over to the island counter in the center of his kitchen. He places his palms on the counter top, leaning against it as he drops his head, thinking to himself for a while. He had expected a mess between he and the Seven Deadly Sins, but the fact that his brother was now upset with him was a shocking effect he wasn’t expecting.
After a few moments he turns around and dashes out of his house and back to his car. After roaring the engine to life, he speeds off out of the driveway, heading to the one place that could make things worse.
Synn’s house…
It didn’t take him long to get to Synn’s home. Phil was already there, as well as Kittie, but they appeared to be the only ones, as Synn’s car wasn’t there, and neither was Gabriel’s. Though the latter was obvious as Gabriel had his own family to take care of.
After parking his car behind Phil’s, he killed the engine and then started walking towards the front door. Normally, Rage wasn’t expected to ring the doorbell, as any member of the Seven Deadly Sins could come and go as they pleased. But after what he had done? Rage wasn’t taking any chances, so he promptly stopped outside the door and rang the doorbell. He waited patiently for someone to answer the door, but no one came. So he rang the bell again. And again, no one answer.
Rage: Come on! Phil! Kittie! I know you’re both in there! Someone come open the damn--
Before Rage could finish, the door opened and Synn’s housekeeper, and member of the family in her own right, Theresa, stood before Rage. But she did not smile at him, nor did she look the least bit pleased to see him.
Theresa: Can I help you?
Rage: Oh, hey Theresa. I just need to talk to Kittie and Phil.
Theresa shakes her head.
Theresa: I’m sorry, but neither of them would like to speak to you right now. I suggest you head on home.
Rage: Where’s Synn and Despy?
Theresa: They’re not home at the moment, but where they are is certainly none of your business. If you don’t get off this property I’ve been instructed to report you for trespassing.
Rage’s eyes widen.
Rage: What the hell? You can’t be--
Theresa: Adios senor.
Rage: Theresa, wait!
Theresa doesn’t give him the chance to say another word, however, as she promptly slams the door right in his face! He’s left speechless, but he doesn’t leave. He’s already had a confrontation with Phil today, and now Theresa, but the one person he needs to see more than anything is the woman who agreed to marry him, who was also a Seven Deadly Sins member...Kittie.
Rage steps closer to the door and proceeds to pound away loudly, refusing to leave. But he has enough respect not to just burst into the house and make a scene.
Rage: Kittie! Get out here and talk to me damn it! Kittie, come on!
He continues pounding his fist on the door until the door swings open and Kittie finally appears. She steps out and closes the door behind her, glaring at Rage, ready to kill him.
Kittie: Did you not hear Theresa, Rage? Or are you just that fucking stupid that you’re pushing the limits with this one?
Rage: Oh I heard her, but I don’t give a shit right now. You and I need to talk.
Kittie shakes her head.
Kittie: No, we don’t. Just get back in your car and go back home.
Rage: Kittie, come on. I’m your fiancee for fuck’s sake!
Kittie: My fiancee that right now, I need some space from. So do yourself a favor, before you make this shit worse, and just...fucking go home.
Rage: You’ve gotta be shitting me right now?! You all have had two fucking days to stew this over while I nearly got sent to Siberia thanks to Despy’s changing my flight reservation! And it took me forever just to get a damn flight back to Vegas! You’re seriously not going to give me a chance to explain?
Kittie shakes her head.
Kittie: At this very moment? No. I need some time to think and figure shit out, because what you did was pretty shitty, but you just don’t get it. Please, Rage, just go home. You’re lucky Synn and Despy aren’t here right now.
Rage: This is fucking bullshit! I make one fucking decision, and none of you are giving me a chance to explain! You’re basically just shunning me, and it’s really fucking shitty!
Kittie: Can you blame us?! Seriously?! Can you really fucking blame us after being blindsided like this?!
Rage shakes his head and spins around, throwing his arms in the air in frustration.
Rage: Fine! Whatever! Be fucking pissed off at me! You can call off our engagement! Phil can fucking move in here and turn his back on me after everything I fucking did to help him! Everybody can fucking hate me! That’s nothing fucking new!
Rage clenches his fists at his side and kicks at the air before he storms off back to his car. Phil finally walks out of the house just as Rage speeds out of the driveway and away from Synn’s place. Phil shakes his head before he looks to Kittie, placing a comforting hand on her back.
Phil: You okay?
Kittie just stares at the driveway where Rage’s car used to be. After a few moments, she just shakes her head and disappears back inside without saying another word, and Phil follows right behind her.
Why’d you do it Rage? How could you turn your back on The Seven Deadly Sins, Rage? Why did you align yourself with the one man you’ve hated more than anything recently? Why did you help him out, Rage? Why...Why...Why...Why...Why?!
All you people need to shut the fuck up and mind your own damn business! Everywhere I go the past few days I keep getting people asking me the same fucking questions over and over again. But the fact of the matter is that I don’t owe any of you people an explanation. I don’t have to answer, because it’s none of your fucking business, and when I want you to know why I interfered on J’s behalf in that match against Dmitri, you’ll all fucking know! Until then, shut your fucking mouths and get the fuck over it!
I haven’t been around much since Violent Conduct. After I tapped out and Despayre beat me for the Internet Championship, I took a few weeks and just...took a breather from Sin City Wrestling. I had to re-evaluate what it is I wanted and what my next move was going to be, and I didn’t even bother to turn up at the shows. I wasn’t quitting or retiring or any other dumb shit people might have thought.
And then before I knew it, it was the Halloween show and I was dressed up in a fucking druid costume handing the belt back to J after he retained against Dmitri. I know nobody saw it coming. That was the fucking idea! And regardless of what anyone says, Dmitri would have lost even if JT and I didn’t show up. Dmitri will probably talk a bunch of shit, whining and complaining, but the fact is, J finished him off. J hit him with the Solid Gold and then pinned his ass to the ground and got the 1-2-3.
Ya hear that Dmitri? You’re so hell bent on a *air quotes* fair fight, but do you really think that’ll make a damn bit of difference? Newsflash, bloodsucker...It won’t. There’s a reason J is the longest reigning champion this company has ever seen, and it took me until just recently to realize it. Love him or hate him, J2H is just that damn good and there ain’t anybody who can beat him. Just look at the kid’s track record. He’s beat everyone before JT or I were in the picture, and he’ll continue to beat everyone else they put in front of him. Not that there are any challengers left, anyway.
Open your eyes, Dmitri. Open your fucking eyes and realize, you ain’t worth the World Heavyweight Championship. You haven’t even been here barely a year and you think you have what it takes to be World Heavyweight Champion? I took the Internet Championship back from you after a righted a wrong that never should have happened and what have you done since then? Fuck all. Except aligning yourself with one of the most boring Roulette Champions this company has ever seen. And that’s saying something considering Steve Ramone held that damn title!
Of all the people you had to align yourself with you chose James Tuscini? Fucking seriously? James...Tuscini? And you call yourself the Unholy Alliance? HA! That’s about as fucking bad as The Monstimals. But I guess that shows how worthless you really are, Dmitri. So long as you keep yourself teamed with James Tuscini, no one will take you seriously. No one will be afraid of you, and that’s just a cold hard fact.
You hearing me, Tuscini? You and Uncle Pinky listening carefully out there? I’m sure you are. I know you guys pay attention to everything, and you have an opinion about everything, but you know what I think about you and that uncle of yours...or that Roulette title reign of yours?
You ain’t shit, and you’re never going to be shit. You and Uncle Pinky like to run your mouths, that much is clear. And somehow...somehow...you got lucky enough to actually win the Roulette title. Seriously? Watching you and that Uncle of yours talk all the damn time gives me an instant headache, and people have the balls to call me boring? Just seeing your faces puts me to sleep. And yet these douchebags on the fucking roster can’t even get the job done to get a simple fucking win over you? Color me confused as shit, because I don’t get it.
Go ahead and be pissed that JT and I got involved in that match. You and that worthless, botoxed up old fart of an uncle of yours showed up and you still couldn’t stop J from retaining his title. What does that say about you? What does that say about your so called skills, huh? And you think this Sunday will be any different? You think you and Dmitri have what it takes to beat me and JT just because JT and I aren’t an established team? Think again, asshole. I could take you and Dmitri on by myself and the outcome would still be the same. With you guys walking away with the loss.
You see, I’m gonna prove that I made a better decision in aligning with J2H than the two of you did in forming the Unholy Alliance. People are going to pay attention to the three of us. They’re going to see what a real dangerous force is. They’re going to be talking about us for months and maybe years to come, while the likes of you two? You’ll go on to keep losing, and the people will just ignore the pair of you because...let’s be honest. The Unholy Alliance just doesn’t make any fucking sense.
But Rage, J2H and JT Midas...Well, that’s a combination that will make waves in this fucking company. In this fucking business. Don’t believe me? Sit back and watch as it happens, because I can guarantee you that it will. Gone are the days where people underestimate just what Rage is all about.
Now? Now I’ve chosen the right path and people will see just how dangerous I really am.
And I owe it all to J2Hism.
See ya Sunday, fuckers!
