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| OOC: Sorry its so short...Been mindblocked to say the least this week, and I had to rush to finish it anyway! |
The scene opens up inside an office of some sort. We see a large desk, a couple of bookshelves behind the desk, and a few framed achievement certificates of some sort hanging on the wall. The now familiar red-haired "therapist" to Rage is seated behind the desk. Sabrina's hands are placed on the desk in front of her, and she is looking directly into the camera.
"Oops, it looks like I am doing the one thing that my **air quotes** patient does not want me to do. I'm once again taking a spot in his promotional work for his big match, though he specifically, and very adamantly, asked...no, told me not to do ever again. I am not going to apologize, because quite honestly, I have something I need to say, and it goes out to Rage's very outspoken opponent at New Year Rising. Oh, yes, I am speaking to you, Blade Alexander."
Sabrina sits back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest. She doesn't smile, however, but keeps a very serious expression on her face.
"Blade, you seem to think quite highly of yourself, don't you? You judge everyone around you, including people you don't even know personally! How DARE you put down any of my therapy methods, when you know NOTHING about just how I plan to help Rage, not that it is any of your business."
The phone on Sabrina's desk begins to ring. She looks at the caller I.D and chooses to ignore the call, as she continues to speak to the camera.
"Let me make something clear to you, Mr. Alexander. Again, not that it is any of your business, but Rage isn't really my patient. Not in the technical sense. He does not pay me for my help, which by the way I fully expect you to make some sort of whore joke regarding that statement, but that is besides the point. I am trying to help Rage out of the kindness of my heart. Kindness and a heart are both things you apparently do not possess."
Sabrina stares into the camera and a slight grin appears on her face.
"It should come to no one's surprise that you used mine and Rage's trip to Walmart on Christmas Eve to your advantage. You took it and you skewed it into something that it honestly wasn't, and you ripped it apart. Do you feel better, Mr. Alexander? Do you feel good about yourself? No need to answer that, because you are nothing more than an egotistical jackass, so of course you feel good. You feel highly satisfied with everything you said in your promo."
"Allow me to address your opinion on that Walmart shopping trip. Yes, I admit that I originally said that experience would serve as the first therapy session if you will, but that is hardly the way I saw it, if I am being honest. I may have only known Rage a short time, but I think I know him pretty well. I've dealt with people like him before. I simply used that shopping trip as a way to observe him and his reactions to certain situations that would no doubt arise. I knew Rage wouldn't go shopping on his own, nor would it have been a good idea, which is why I went with him."
Sabrina shakes her head and leans forward with a sigh.
"I'm not quite sure why I am sitting here trying to explain myself to you. Do you really think I don't have better, more useful ways in getting to the root of Rage's problem? I'm not stupid as you seem to think I am, Blade. The same can't be said about you, however."
Sabrina laughs as she slides her chair away from the desk. She walks over to a mini-fridge, opens it and takes out a bottle of water.
"You seem to be underestimating the man you will be facing in a week's time, Blade. That, simply put, is a very stupid move on your part. I will admit, though, you talk quite a good game, and if you were facing any other man besides Rage, I just might place my money on you walking out of that match as the winner and the number one contender for the Heavyweight Championship. Sadly for you, you are facing Rage, and whether you want to admit it or not, you won't beat him."
Sabrina walks back over to her desk and sits on the edge. She crosses her left leg over her right and stares into the camera.
"Do you realize what you've done, Blade? Do you realize what you have set off? Not that you weren't already in store for a world of hurt before, but now...Well, I'll let you find out for yourself. After watching your pathetic excuse for a promo last week, I personally can't wait to watch as Rage rips you limb from limb, and he will do it. I may be trying to help him deal with his anger, but against you, I'm going to make an exception. I'm going to encourage him and give him my full blessing to do whatever he sees fit against you. I hope he holds nothing back, because you deserve every ounce of the pain and suffering he will bring down on you."
A thought pops into Sabrina's head at that moment, and she giggles to herself.
"Oh, I'm sorry about that. I just quickly imagined what you getting you getting your ass handed to you is going to look like, but then I remembered all I need to do is look at every single one of your past matches."
She winks into the camera and smiles.
"You can talk your garbage all you want, Mr. Alexander, but it will have no effect on me I assure you. Not that it matters because I am not your opponent this week. The effect it has had on Rage, however, is a completely different story. I hope you are ready for the storm that is headed your way. Good luck Mr. Alexander. You're realy going to need it."
She blows a kiss into the camera, as if aiming it right at Blade Alexander. She waves and the scene fades out.
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Monday January 7th, 2013
The scene opens up inside of Rage's apartment in Las Vegas. The whole apartment is completely dark, and the only sound heard is coming from one of the rooms just down the hall. It sounds like something being tossed against the wall. Rage's cell phone sits on the table by the door, and it suddenly lights up and buzzes against the table as someone is trying to call him. A closer look shows Sabrina Stevens Calling... on the caller i.d, but Rage is nowhere to be seen to answer the call. The call goes into his voicemail after ringing several times, but Sabrina doesn't leave a message. Instead, she tries calling again, only to be ignored yet again. After calling a second time, the phone alerts that he has a new text message, but again, he is not around his phone to respond in any way, should he even feel the desire to, which it is becoming blatantly obvious that he doesn't.
Rage's phone finally stops ringing, and half an hour goes by when there is a knock at his door. If he were near the door, he might answer it, however he is still in the other room doing whatever it is that he is doing. Whoever is at the door knocks two more times, and when Rage doesn't answer, the doorknob turns and the door opens slowly. The light from the hallway shines into the apartment, and Sabrina Stevens slowly peeks her head inside and looks around.
"Rage? Are you in here?"
She gets no response as she steps inside. She flips the switch to turn on the light and what she sees stuns her. Sabrina places her purse on the table, and looks around the apartment, which is a complete disaster. Instead of putting away all of the Christmas decorations neatly, it appears as though Rage just ripped everything down without a care. The Christmas tree is laying on the floor with shattered ornaments surrounding it. The strings of lights are also laying on the floor, as is everything else Sabrina had put up, and most of it is now broken and unusable. She looks around and shakes her head, but appears concerned more than anything. Sabrina hears the noise coming from the room down the hall, and she looks in the direction, trying to see if she can see Rage.
"Rage, what are you doing down there? What the hell happened in here?"
Sabrina begins walking down the hall almost afraid of what she might find. Because Rage has been ignoring her calls and her texts, there were several scenarios running through her mind on what she would state she would find Rage in. She walks up to the door leading to the spare bedroom, and it is open just a crack. She places her hand on the door, waiting to push it open.
"Rage? Rage, are you alright?"
Sabrina slowly pushes open the door. She doesn't see Rage right away, but once the door is open enough, takes a step inside and finds him sitting on a chair against the wall. He doesn't acknowledge that she is there though. Sabrina stands in the doorway and just watches him, and what he is doing. In his right hand, he has a knife. He holds it out in front of him, aims it at the wall and then tosses it. Sabrina looks to the spot where the knife stuck to the wall and she can't help but grin, even if for a short time.
"Hmm...Why didn't I think of this one before. Thinking of your own anger managment techniques are you?"
Rage moves his eyes to glare at Sabrina, but he does not respond to her. He is about to stand up, but Sabrina holds her arm up, stopping him.
"Let me get that for you."
She walks over to retrieve the knife, and the camera gets a better view of what Rage was tossing his knife at. Taped to the wall, and now with several knife holes in it, is a picture of Rage's opponent for New Year Rising...Blade Alexander. Sabrina looks at the punctured photograph, pulls the knife out of the wall and laughs. She turns around to face Rage, holding the knife in her hand.
"I know this guy is a complete asshole, but did you really have to ruin your wall because of him?"
Rage stands up and walks up to Sabrina. He reaches for the knife, but she starts to pull it away. As she does this, he tilts his head and glares at her before he grabs her arm and takes the knife from her grasp.
"Careful, Sabrina. We wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, now would we?"
Rage turns around then walks back over to the chair and sits down once again. He stares at Sabrina, waiting for her to move so he can continue putting more holes into the photograph of Blade Alexander, but she stands right in his way. She turns around to glance at the picture for a brief second, then turns back around to look at Rage. She thinks for a moment then shrugs and steps aside.
"Oh what the hell. I'm giving you a pass this week on your anger management, so if you want to throw knives at a picture of that asshole, have at it."
Rage is about to throw the knife at the picture, but he stops suddenly as Sabrina says this. He raises an eyebrow and looks at her curious.
"Excuse me? What the hell did you say?"
"What? Are you hard of hearing now? I said I'm giving you a pass this week on your anger management. Do whatever you want to this guy. You won't hear any flack from me."
Rage blinks, showing his complete confusion. He keeps staring at Sabrina and he tosses the knife at the wall again without aiming, or so it seems. It lands right between Blade's eyes. Sabrina looks and is impressed.
"Not that I need your permission or anything to do whatever the fuck I want, but why the change of heart this week? I thought you were here to kick my therapy into high gear or something."
"Now why would you think that?"
Rage folds his arms across his chest and pretends to think.
"Gee, let me think about that. Maybe because I've ignored your calls and your texts for the past few days and haven't bothered to return any of them. I figured you just might be freaking out at this point and that your using it as an excuse to make this little house call. Am I wrong?"
Sabrina grins and shakes her head.
"Not entirely. Yes, you have been ignoring my attempts to reach you the past few days, and I had a good feeling that it was because of Blade Alexander's promo, but I must admit I think that video got to me just as much as it got to you. Is he always like that?"
"Pretty much, and I've gotta admit I'm pretty damn shocked right now, because I think we've switched places this week. Blade's promo didn't phase me. Not one bit."
Sabrina then appears shocked as Rage lets a smile creep over his face. Sabrina looks at Rage, then turns around to look at Blade's defaced photograph on the wall. She shakes her head slightly confused.
"I think I am going to have to disagree with you on that, Rage, and for two reasons. One, I walked into this apartment to find every single Christmas decoration I put up completely destroyed and strewn about the living room. And two...Well, I think the fact that you are throwing a knife at a picture of Blade Alexander is solid proof that his promo did bother you in some way or another."
Rage shakes his head and the smile on his face doesn't fade.
"I couldn't care less what that asshole has to say. He can say all the bullshit he wants to about what I do, but I don't give a damn. If anything, all he did was make me laugh."
Sabrina blinks, not knowing how to respond. Rage leans forward, keeping his eyes focused on the beautiful red-head.
"Sabrina, he wanted to piss me off with all that bullshit. He used my own promo against me to see my reaction, but I'm not the fucking idiot he thinks I am. He thinks he has a clear understanding of who I am...who The Sin of Wrath is? Well fuck him. If you want to do some anger management bullshit on me this week, I'm game. I'm not letting that shithead get to me."
Sabrina just stares at Rage. She goes to speak, but no words come out of her mouth at first. It's almost like a little squeak. She thinks for a second, gathering the right words to say.
"You do want to win this match against him, don't you?"
Rage nods.
"You're damn straight I do. I've got more motive for beating the shit out of Blade Alexander than just the Heavyweight Title, too."
"Has anyone ever told you that you are beyond confusing sometimes?"
"Several times, actually. Now, do you want to get this shit done or not? I don't have all day."
Sabrina runs her hand through her long red lockes and takes in a deep breath. She shrugs her shoulders.
"Alright then, but I really want to clean up that disaster you left in the living room. Seriously, Rage, did you need to destroy everything?"
"What? It was pissing me off just looking at all that shit!"
"So Christmas decorations piss you off, yet your own opponent for New Year Rising didn't? You seem to have more problems than I originally thought."
Sabrina laughs and Rage just glares at her. Sabrina walks out of the room and into the living room to start cleaning up all of the destroyed Christmas decorations. Rage stays behind in the room, and he walks over to the wall, pulling the knife from out of the picture. He runs the tip of the knife over the picture, looking at it. His eyes narrow into evil slits as he stares at the picture with a dark look in his eyes, and the scene fades to black.
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"I'm not going to sit here and waste my time trying to disprove everything Blade Alexander said in his promo against me last week. I'm not going to sit here and go over everything word for fucking word because Blade Alexander simply isn't worth it. I'll go over one key point, but that's it. This is going to be, as the saying goes, short and sweet, though sweet might be the wrong word to use here."
"I bet you all are sitting there watching this and scratching your heads, huh? You're all probably looking at me and wondering where the hell Rage is aren't you? Oh, I'm still Rage, trust me. I'm just taking a different approach this week, because Blade Alexander requires a slight change in plans."
"You see, normally my anger...my rage comes so easily to me. You all know that...it's who I fucking am! I thought going against Blade Alexander would be no different, but after watching that shitstorm of a promo, it had the opposite effect almost. A part of me didn't want to hear what he had to say because, quite honestly, I didn't give a shit. But I watched it, and do you know what? I was surprisingly calm afterwards."
"Yeah, I really just said that. Everything Blade said should have pissed me off. I should have lost all control after watching that, but I didn't. I sat back. I folded my arms across my chest and I got a big grin on my face. Why? Because Blade Alexander has no fucking idea who I am. He thinks he does. He has his own view of who I am supposed to be, but do you think that matters to me? Hell no it doesn't. But nice try, Blade. You're great at running your mouth and talking a bunch of shit, which is more than I can say, but I'll prove that I'm better than you in the ring. Plain and simple."
"There was one thing in all the bullshit you said that stood out to me, though, Blade. One thing that made me laugh more than anything else. The one fucking thing that was the biggest fucking load of crap out of it all. It seems as though you've been taking trash talk lessons from another piece of shit by the name of James Shark, because you said something he liked to say all the damn time. So let me make one thing crystal fucking clear to you right now."
"I do not duck fights. I don't run from anyone or anything, including you Blade. I don't walk away from a fucking challenge. I don't walk out on a company because of *air quotes* personal issues. No, YOU do that. Do I make the fucking matches around here? Last I checked, I don't, so the fact that this match is happening over a year after the fact is not because of my choosing or because you think I was ducking you for the last year. Maybe Christian and Mark were just trying to save you from the inevitable beating you had coming to you? They knew you had potential and maybe they didn't want to risk losing a future money maker by putting you in the ring against me, because they knew...and they still do...that I CAN put an end to you. Push me far enough and I'll do it."
"You want to see wrath, Blade? You want to see just how fucking ugly things can get? Maybe I'll grant you that wish. Maybe...just maybe...Who knows, though? You've got two days, Blade. Two days to use that self-absorbed brain of yours to run the scenarios through your mind. It'll be Blade Alexander versus Rage...One year in the making. But the question remains, Blade. Which Rage will you get? Which Rage wills step into that ring?"
"See you Sunday, Blade."
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