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The following is a backstage scene that was cut from Blaze of Glory due to time constraints.
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In the backstage area, Gothika is seen leaving the Fallen's dressing room, and walking down the hallways towards the catering area. She was feeling a bit peckish and decided she wanted a snack. She is stretching her arms over her head to loosen her shoulders and triceps as she moves, and has her eyes closed, not really paying attention to her surroundings, and just moving out of people's way on instinct. The hair stylist, Jennifer calls her name, and starts chatting to her about possible hair color streaks as she keeps moving. When she gets to the catering table, she turns around and starts to walk backwards slowly away from the stylist.
"Look, I don't know about these colors. Pink... blue... green... They would clash with my normal look. Black... everything black... only random colors in a corset. Colored streaks would just not be my style. But I'll think about it Jennifer. As I said... I'll let you know if I think I'll go for it."
The stylist nods and walks away and Gothika takes a deep breath and sighs heavily, rubbing the back of her neck as she reaches out to grab a bottle of water, not really looking at what she's doing, only to have a masculine hand wrap around the bottle at the same time. She jumps as she's bumped from behind and jumps startled, spinning around, instinctively dropping into a defensive stance after all of the attacks that have taken place over the past few weeks to see Argento standing behind her, looking at her just as shocked.
"I'm so sorry if I have startled you. You can have that one. There are lots of other bottles."
He slowly lets go of the bottle, letting her have it as he just stares at her. He clears his throat, and then grabs another bottle of water.
"Um, hi. I, um, I'm Michael Argento, but you can call me Argento if you like.
She looks at the bottle that's still sitting on the table, then back up to Argento curiously, and then cautiously and slowly reaches out to pick up the bottle of water, bringing it to her chest almost possessively. When she speaks, it's softly, with an almost calculated tone.
"Thank you. I'm Gothika."
Argento hears the name and smiles.
"Gothika of the Fallen. I have heard you ladies, and I am a big fan of your group! Well, you in particular if you don’t mind me saying so."
Argento reaches out a hand to her for her to shake, but Gothika lifts an eyebrow looking him over slowly and tightens her grip on her bottle, the bottle making a protesting squeaking and crackling sound as her fingers increase the pressure on the plastic. She doesn't reach back out to take his hand, but she finally looks him in the eye.
"Thank you... I think. I haven't seen you around... but we just got back like three weeks ago and have already been on autograph tours."
He notices her skepticism, and nods slowly as she responds to his comment..
"And what an impact you ladies made already. I am really pulling for you two to win the titles."
His words bring a small soft smile to her lips.
"Thanks. Any amount of cheering we'll appreciate. We've been fighting for the recognition we deserve for a long time."
She notices that he still has his hand out for her to shake, and she tentatively reaches out and places her fingertips against his, then takes in a sharp intake of breath as an almost electric shot of hunger surges through her. Her eyes suddenly flash a blazing blue and her fangs spring unbidden from her lips as she gasps with the shock of it. Argento is struck just as dumbfounded by the shock, and is taken back just a tad as he sees the fangs, but smiles and very softly and slowly shakes her hand, trying to caress it in his much larger one as he tries to continue the conversation.
"I know the feeling. I might have already won a title, but I don’t think that is enough for me, but I shouldn’t get ahead of myself though. I might speak my mind, but I do like to earn the respect though."
She looks at him a bit perplexed as he doesn't run in fear from her, but instead stands there, looking at her intrigued. She pulls her hand away from his suddenly, then reaches out and grabs a few pieces of fruit and a muffin as she just stares at him with a wondering look on her face. She doesn't speak, just starts to slowly back away from him, her arms wrapped around a banana, an apple and a pear. He keeps talking though and smiling, stepping closer to her as she tries to back away.
"But I have to say, I think you ladies are going to get the respect you deserve in the end."
Gothika starts to turn away, and he reaches out and snags her hand, stopping her retreat.
"Don't leave just yet... We just met... and I'd really like to get to know you better."
He lifts the back of her hand to his lips, keeping his eyes upturned so she can watch his every move, and as they touch her skin, that electric jolt zings through the both of them. She gasps and drops the fruit, lifting the other hand with the muffin in it to cover her mouth. as her fangs can't seem to stay behind her lips. He squats down slowly, picking up the fruit without taking his eyes off of hers and holds it out to her.
"You shouldn't do that you know."
From behind the muffin, she whispers almost inaudibly.
"Do what?"
He smiles slightly as he places the apple slowly in her hand.
"Hide that beautiful smile of yours."
Her brow creases and she brings her hand down and hisses at him, baring her fangs fully at him as she crushes the apple in her bare hand.
"Beautiful??!! BEAUTIFUL??!! YOU CALL THIS BEAUTIFUL??!! I'M A MONSTER!! I'M A FREAK!!"
He takes her apple drenched hand in his and whispers softly.
"You're glorious."
She yanks her hand from his and spins around, walking fast down the hallway away from him. He frowns and starts to walk after her.
"Hey! Wait a minute!! Wait!! You forgot your banana and pear!!"
She turns a corner, and he starts to run after her to catch up, but when he turns the corner, she's simply vanished. He looks down at his fruit covered hand and takes a deep breath as he starts to walk back to the catering table. As he makes it to the table, his sister Lili walks up to the table, a bit frustrated that she'd been looking for him and hadn't been able to find him until now.
"Michael!! THERE you are!! I've been looking EVERYWHERE for you!! Come on!! You've got a lot to do before your match!!"
Argento: Sorry sis, just found someone that I am taking a liking to.
Lili: Really? That’s exciting. I would love to meet her.
Argento: Well nothing is set in stone yet sis.
Lili: Still, I would love to meet her.
Argento: Right.
(Lili gives her older brother a look)
Lili: Is there something you’re not telling me bro?
Argento: No sis. Let’s just get me ready for my match.
(They head to his locker room.)
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Date: March 14th 2013
Location: Caracas, Venezuela
(They arrive in his locker room and there is a video tape there on the bench for Argento to look at. He sees the label that is read “Brother Grimm”. He puts it in and they start watching the video. A narrator chimes in)
Narrator: This is Brother Grimm. Newest SCW superstar. He calls himself the “bogeyman in the closet”, or the monster under your bed. He is soft spoken at times, but his presence screams evil.
(Lili hugs on to her brother, as Argento just looks on, not afraid of Brother Grimm.)
Narrator: His wrestling Style is methodical. He loves to torture and inflict pain on his opponents. He is powerful, yet agile, but he prefers the technical style which brings his tortuous lifestyle.
Lili: This guy creeps me out. I am going to go.
Argento: Alright sis. I’ll meet you out there.
(Lili leaves as Argento then watches a match a match of Brother Grimm’s and he sees his methodical style of wrestling.)
Argento: Hmmm, not bad Brother Grimm. Not bad at all.
(After he sees the match he pauses it for a moment)
Argento: Not a bad style of wrestling to have. Methodism can be good, but with your style of methodical wrestling Grimm could very well get you in trouble, but you are kind of expecting that aren’t you Grimm? I am pretty sure you are.
(Argento nods)
Argento: You might have scare off my little sister with your presence alone, but you do not scare me. All you remind me of is a stereotypical necromancer with that white hair, and that skin you have.
(Argento nods)
Argento: Bogeyman in my closet? A monster under my bed? Grimm, let me let you in on a little secret. I never believed in the bogey man. I never believed in the monster under my bed. All that were in my closet were the nice clothes my father and mother bought me. The only thing that laid under my bed was a puppy that my father got me for my 10th birthday. I do miss that dog, but he was old.
(Argento thinks)
Argento: You like to torture and inflict pain on opponents. Hey, guess what Grimm, so do I, but I do it for a totally different reason you do. I do it for my fans. I do it to move up in the rankings of this fine company. You do it because you love to hear the screams of your opponents. That’s all fine and dandy Grimm, but when we meet in that ring. I assure you that I will be enjoying your screams, and you will find out that I do not fear the likes of you.
(Argento then smirks)
Argento: Grimm, you personify fear. To me, fear is a four letter word. So is love, but love is a stronger emotion than fear. I could care less how old you are, or what you personify. The fact of the matter is that you will get a fight from someone who does not fear you. Say what you want to Grimm, but you need to realize, you just came into SCW, and your rise to the top will be slowed just a little when you step in the ring with me.
(Argento nods)
Argento: I know what you are going to think Grimm. You are going to think that I am putting on a false bravado, and you actually think I am going to be afraid of you. I am going to tell you that you are already wrong. At 13 years of age I had seen the visage of Death not once, but twice. Yes, the Visage of Death can be a scary thing as it took the souls of my mother and father. However, the visage of Death also sent me a message to protect my little sister as it showed me that she was the next to go. I was not going to have that.
(Argento closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and opens his eyes once again.)
Argento: Grimm, at Climax Control, I could care less what you have to say to me, or about me. You could tell me that you will enjoy my screams till you were blue in the face. The fact of the matter is I will enjoy the screams of the so called bogeyman in the closet. I will enjoy inflicting pain on the so called monster under the bed, and Grimm, You will stare into the eyes of a man who is determined to make it back to the top of the ladder, and I will break down the personification of fear.
(Argento stands up)
Argento: Grimm, Silver might be second place, but I will not settle for second place.
(Argento leaves the locker room to search for his sister as the scene ends)
[end RP]
