This Sunday at Climax Control, the main event is sure to be one big chaotic mess. I guarantee it! I don’t know what Mark Ward and Christian Underwood were thinking by booking this one, but things are going to get a hell of a lot uglier than they already are. On one team you have Jordan Williams, Bo Dreamwolf and Lucas Darby. And on the other team you have Nick Jones and Kain teaming with me…Your SCW Heavyweight Champion. All participants in the six-pack challenge at Summer XXXTreme in just over two weeks, but separated into two teams.
Three of those guys have been running around trying to take each other out, and two of them are my tag team partners! It’s no secret Kain wants to destroy Nick Jones, but suddenly you got Nick and Jordan Williams working together, claiming they have each other’s backs before Summer XXXTreme. They want to ensure that one of them walks out of that match as the SCW Heavyweight Champion, but they are forgetting one thing…I’m not going to let that happen!
Lucas Darby and Bo Dreamwolf have been playing fair during most of this, honestly, but Kain...Mr. “King of Kings”…is causing a whole hell of a lot of trouble. I’ve been keeping an eye on the situation very carefully. Well, I should say I’ve been watching all this shit and all I can do is laugh while they try and rip each other apart. But that leaves me in quite a bind for this match on Sunday, doesn’t it? Do I sit back and let my tag team partners for the week, and my opponents for Summer XXXTreme take each other out before the match, or do I try and play peacekeeper to ensure that my team walks away with a win, and that all my opponents are at one-hundred percent for this six-pack challenge? It’s quite a dilemma, and it’s ruining all my fun because, to be honest, I love watching these idiots beat the hell out of each other, and I want to walk out of Summer XXXTreme with the title still in my possession. So why should I give two shits about what those guys do?
The answer to that is simple. I want to prove that I can beat every single one of those guys when they are at their best physically. I want to prove that me winning the SCW Heavyweight Title wasn’t just luck or a fluke. I CAN do this. I WILL do this. So, this Sunday, whether Nick or Kain like it or not, they’re going to have to play nice…well, at least Kain will have to. Nick Jones already seems to be doing that, doesn’t he? I’m not sure how long that act of his will last, but personally, I don’t like it. I’d rather see that cocky arrogant side of his, because it gives me a reason to hate him.
I’ve got a lot of thinking to do before this match on Sunday. I have to figure out how I’m going to deal with the bullshit that will be dished out, and most of that bullshit will no doubt come from my team! Jordan, Lucas and Bo may all want the Heavyweight Title as much as Nick and Kain, but the constant fighting everyone witnesses from Nick and Kain only proves that my team is at a disadvantage. And that disadvantage I just can’t allow. Tag team match or not, I still want to walk away with a victory, and if those two dumbasses can’t get along…Well, I’ll personally knock each one of them out and just handle the match myself!
Now, before I head to Santa Cruz, there is a little something I need to take care of. You see, next week before we board that cruise ship for our little working vacation, Gabriel and I have a bit of a wager to settle. We’re going racing! The only thing left to do is figure out where this race is going to take place, but I think I’ve got that all figured out. Next week, Gabriel and I will be racing at the…get ready people…THE LAS VEGAS MOTOR SPEEDWAY!
All that is left to do is head over to the speedway and meet with the director to get everything all planned out. Which is where I’m headed right now!
The now very identifiable Black Hennessy Venom GT owned by the SCW Heavyweight Champion, Rage, pulls into the Las Vegas Motor Speedway. Rage drives around the speedway, searching for the main offices, and once he finds the building, he pulls into the small parking lot. His car stands out amongst the few other, lower class vehicles. As he steps out, he looks at the other cars, and then to his own, smirking with pride, and he grabs his SCW Heavyweight title from the passenger side, and drapes it over his shoulder. He walks up to the entrance, and just as he is about to open the door, another gentleman walks out, taking notice of Rage’s large size, and shiny SCW Heavyweight Championship belt. He stands there frozen, as Rage looks at him impatiently.
Rage: What the hell are you waiting for? Are you leaving or not dipshit?
The man’s eyes almost bulge out of his head.
Man: Excuse me? Sir, this office is closed—
Rage: Wrong. I have an appointment. I’m here to schedule a race.
The man looks past Rage, finally taking notice of his car in the parking lot. His eyes suddenly light up with joy, and he holds the door open for Rage.
Man: Oh! I’m so sorry, sir! I didn’t realize you were Mr. Patterson’s next appointment! He’s waiting for you in his office right now. Please, follow me.
Rage: Gee, the shiny belt couldn’t give away my identity, idiot?
Man: Once again, I do apologize, sir. I was not told that you were a champion.
Rage rolls his eyes and scoffs as the man leads him into the building, and just outside one of the office doors.
Man: One moment, please. I’ll go let Mr. Patterson know you have arrived.
Rage gets a look of annoyance on his face, but he stands where he is, waiting very impatiently as the man walks into the office. Less than a minute later, he walks back out, looking at Rage with a smile.
Man: Mr. Patterson will see you now, sir.
Rage: Yeah, it’s about time. I hate waiting.
Rage brushes past the man, walking into Mr. Patterson’s office, closing the door behind him. Mr. Patterson, a forty-something year old with salt and pepper colored hair, sits behind his large desk. He sees Rage, stands and extends his hand for a shake. Rage reluctantly shakes Mr. Patterson’s hand and takes a seat in the chair in front of the desk. He leans back, still holding his SCW Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. Mr. Patterson also leans back in his chair.
Mr. Patterson: So, Mr…Rage, is it?
Rage: Just Rage…Don’t need any of that formal shit.
Mr. Patterson smiles and laughs.
Mr. Patterson: Okay then, Rage. Let’s get down to business shall we? You said on the phone that you would like to use the Las Vegas Motor Speedway as the venue for a race you are planning? What kind of race?
Rage: A race I intend to win. This isn’t going to be some big race. I’ll be driving my car, and my buddy Gabriel will be driving his and Angel…
Mr. Patterson: Angel?
Rage scratches his head, and lets out an awkward laugh.
Rage: Uhhh…yeah…That’s a long story. One that doesn’t really matter, and I don’t really feel like explaining right now. Can we use the speedway or not?
Mr. Patterson: I don’t see a problem with that, but I need to know when you’d like this race to take place. I need to make sure there are no other events scheduled.
Rage: It needs to happen next week. SCW’s next supercard, Summer XXXTreme is scheduled for August 12th, but we leave on the fifth because it’s on a cruise. What do you have available for next week?
Mr. Patterson looks surprised, but he opens his laptop and goes into the schedule. He looks through the events for next week, and then turns his attention back to Rage.
Mr. Patterson: Normally we don’t do these kinds of events on such short notice, but you happen to be in luck. The schedule is completely open next week, so you can choose whatever day you like.
Rage: Better make it before the weekend. Wednesday should be good.
Mr. Patterson nods, as he types something into the schedule.
Mr. Patterson: Ok, Wednesday it is. Now, do you want to use the main track, or would you prefer the drag strip? I need as many details as you can give us. Since there will be three cars in this race, I would highly suggest the main track.
Rage: Whatever. It doesn’t really matter. I just want to win this fucking race, so I don’t care what kind of track we use.
Mr. Patterson smiles awkwardly, trying his best to ignore Rage’s swearing. He continues typing into the computer.
Mr. Patterson: Ok. I have you scheduled to use the main track next Wednesday.
Rage: Hell yeah!
Mr. Patterson: We are looking forward to hosting your race. I never imagined we’d have a professional wrestler that wanted to use our speedway for an event like this.
Rage laughs, pushes the chair back and stands up.
Rage: I’ve never had a car I wanted to race before, but now that I do, it’s time to put it to use and put Gabriel and his car to shame!
Mr. Patterson: And this Angel person as well?
Rage glares at Mr. Patterson, but laughs at the mere thought of referring to Angel as a person.
Rage: That’s funny. Angel…a person. But, yeah…I’ll be putting Angel to shame also. There’s no doubt about that.
Mr. Patterson: Right then. Next week there will be some paperwork you will need to fill out, but until then, I think we’re all set. Is there anything else I can help you with?
Rage shakes his head and an evil smile grows on his face.
Rage: Nah, I think we’re good now. I’ve got shit I need to take care of now.
Mr. Patterson stands up, extending his hand for a shake again, which Rage accepts again.
Mr. Patterson: Very well. We’ll see you next Wednesday then, and good luck in your race.
Rage: Trust me, I won’t need it.
Rage then turns and walks out of the office, that big creepy grin he has been showing off as of late never leaving his face. The sound of his car revving up and speeding away is heard as the scene fades out.
It’s less than thirty minutes after Rage left the Las Vegas Motor Speedway after meeting with the director and scheduling his and Gabriel’s race. His car, the batmobile as its now referred to by the rest of the Sins solely to piss Rage off, pulls into Synn’s driveway. He smiles evilly when he sees Gabriel’s car in the driveway as well, and he pulls up next to it and puts his car in park. He lays his hand on the horn, hoping to get everyone’s attention. Sure enough, moments later Despayre runs out the front door, followed by Gabriel and the rest of the Sins. Rage steps out of his car, turning his attention to Gabriel.
Rage: Hey magic man, guess what?!
Gabriel: Did the big man finally get laid?!
The others laugh behind Gabriel, as Despayre runs over to Rage’s car, almost studying it. Rage glares at Gabriel, even flipping him the bird when Despayre isn’t looking.
Rage: Ha ha, very funny.
Gabriel: Yeah, I guess the thought of you getting laid is kind of funny isn’t it?
Once again the rest of the group laughs, but Rage clenches his fist and growls at Gabriel.
Rage: I’d have two words for you right now, Gabriel, but because I don’t feel like having to fork over more cash to Despy’s swear jar, I’m keeping my mouth shut. Now, do you want to know my real news or not?!
Gabriel: Sure, why not?
Rage turns around and looks at both his and Gabriel’s cars. He keeps an eye on Despayre as he is walking around the “batmobile”, quietly talking to Angel about something.
Rage: The race is on, buddy! Next Wednesday...My car versus yours at the Las Vegas Motor Speedway.
Despayre: Hey! Don’t forget Angel!
Rage rolls his eyes and sighs, turning around and nods at Despayre.
Rage: Uhhh..Yeah. Angel, too, Despy.
Gabriel: You sure you want Angel in on this race, baldy?
Rage spins around to face Gabriel and the others again. He adjusts his Heavyweight Title draped over his shoulder.
Rage: No I’m not sure I want him in on this race, but hell if it makes Despy happy, might as well allow it. Besides, it’s not like Angel will actually beat either of us!
Despayre: We heard that!
Rage doesn’t even turn around at this point. He chooses to ignore Despayre and Angel for the moment.
Rage: Anyway…You ready to lose, bud? Better yet, you ready to pay for many…many…many rounds of drinks on the Summer XXXTreme cruise?
Gabriel laughs and shakes his head. He looks back and forth between the two cars.
Gabriel: Not gonna happen, big man, but if it helps you sleep at night just thinking about it then go for it. I’m going to enjoy seeing the look of disappointment on your face with this one.
Rage: You’re really THAT confident your car will beat mine?
Gabriel nods.
Rage: Suit yourself, but that only means you’ll be the one disappointed and not me.
Before the argument slash conversation can continue any further, Synn clears his throat, getting Rage’s attention.
Synn: Don’t you have a match to focus on this week, Rage? Surely the details of this little race of yours can wait until after Sunday?
Rage: I’m trying NOT to think about this match because it’s only giving me a damn headache! You do realize I’m teaming with Nick and Kain this week, right?
Synn nods as he walks past the others, approaching Rage and Gabriel.
Synn: Yes, I realize that, and it is exactly the reason you should be focusing all your attention on this match instead. Nick and Kain may be your tag team partners, but you’ll still need to be on your guard during the entire match.
Rage: Do you really think this match will end fairly, Synn? Because I don’t. I know what Mark Ward and Christian Underwood were thinking when they booked this match. They knew it would turn into pure chaos and draw that much more attention for the six pack challenge at Summer XXXTreme.
Rage doesn’t notice yet, as he has his back turned, but behind him Despayre has just gotten into his car. Gabriel, Kittie, Shane and Fantasia all laugh quietly as Despayre sits in the driver’s side, pretending to be driving Rage’s car.
Rage: I’ll worry about the match when it comes time to worry about—
Rage is cut off, and startled, by the sound of his car’s horn. He spins around quickly, finally noticing Despayre sitting in his car. His eyes go wide and his jaw drops.
Rage: What the hell?! I locked it!!
Gabriel: That never stopped him from breaking into my car. Seriously, is your memory the size of a pea?
Rage shakes his head and heads back over to his car. Despayre sees him heading his way and makes a run for it! He jumps out of Rage’s car, with Angel in hand. Despayre darts past the big man and runs back inside. Rage follows suit mumbling obscenities under his breath, as the rest of the Sins laugh and the scene fades out.
It might not seem like it right now, but all damn week I’ve been trying to figure out what to do about this match. Every single day, I’ve been trying to come up with a plan in my head..or multiple plans I should say, because let’s face it, I’m going to need them, right? Wrong. All the planning in the world won’t prepare me for this match, because honestly, anything can and WILL happen this Sunday. Could this match actually go on without a problem? Unlikely, but it’s possible.
How could this match be anything short of an absolute clusterfuck with all these guys? With Nick Jones teaming with Kain and me…the man who took his beloved SCW Heavyweight Championship from him. How is Nick going to continue his little act he has going? No matter how hard Nick tries to convince himself, it just won’t happen. He’s going to look at me carrying that belt and he’s going to want to kick my ass, partner or not!
I can only imagine the thoughts running through Nick’s mind right now. He’s probably wishing that he was on Jordan’s team right now. After all, those two idiots are supposedly protecting each other, right? They’ve got some sort of truce going on, because they have this unfinished business. Too bad this week they’re on opposite sides. I wonder what’s going to happen when they are both tagged into the match, because they’re going to have to fight! If Nick tries to tag me in at that point, I’ll jump right off the apron. You got unfinished business with Jordan, Nick? FINISH IT THEN!
And Kain…*laughs*…Kain, Kain, Kain…What to say about that guy? How many times has he been thrown into this type of match when he doesn’t know how to work well with others. Well, he doesn’t even want to work well with others. He just does whatever the hell he wants to. He runs around thinking he owns the place, when he doesn’t. So how the hell am I supposed to work with him this week? How the fuck am I supposed to stand next to him, let alone tag him into the match?
It’s not going to be easy, but fuck if I care anymore. If Kain or Nick causes me any problems in this damn match, I won’t hesitate to give them an early preview of what is to happen at Summer XXXTreme. They may not give a shit about this match, but to me, a win is a win. If they want to beat the shit out of each other, they can let me take care of the match.
Bo…Jordan…Lucas...this next message goes out to you. I’d take you three on by myself if I had to. I’m here to fight, not to babysit my two dipshit partners. You three want my title? You want to show you can beat me? Come at me with all you got, because this Sunday will only be a preview of what is in store for Summer XXXTreme. You guys want to guarantee that I’m not the one walking out of that match with the title still in my possession? Try and take me out then.
Go ahead…I dare you.
