[Christian Underwood]

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First RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Saturday 02/06/2016
England: 04:59am Sunday 02/07/2016

[Despayre]

 (This is my RP for the world title gauntlet match as well)

While it had little to compare to the sheer magnitude of the WWE's Wellness Center, the training facility of Sin City Wrestling was impressive enough to say the least. Housed in a private gym facility in Las Vegas, it served as a training point for its Superstars and Bombshells to not only keep them in shape with the exercise machines and weights, but also to better prepare them for what was to come in an upcoming match. The large six-sided ring dominated the center of the gym's main floor, and it was not unusual to see men or women inside of it, throwing each other around or wrestling a foe to the mat to sharpen their in-ring skills.

It was also not unusual for the public to be seen at the large picture window, staring inside and watching the training of the Superstars and Bombshells who they have grown to adore over the past several years and possibly see what newcomers might be finding their way to their favorite local indy promotion that was growing by leaps and bounds worldwide. While WWE and other major organizations would keep their facilities away from the public eye and restrict access as far as watching, Mark Ward and Christian Underwood wanted the public to feel something akin to being a part of who and what they were. And although the fans were not allowed to set foot inside of the gym, and there were times that curtains were drawn for extenuating circumstances for privacy, there were no qualms at fans watching the wrestlers groom themselves for their next big event.

"Okay, so here's what I want to see." Former two-time SCW World Champion Gabriel said from inside of the ring. On one side of him stood a local indy wrestler, well toned and several scars on his body from the hardcore style his home promotion was noted for. His face hidden by a mask, he went by the ring name KORE: Python. He had agreed to this training session both to help out a younger wrestler, being a 20 year ring veteran himself, but also in the possible hopes he might be seen as talent that could be lured to the phenom that SCW had slowly become since its inception in 2011. Gabriel looked at Python and said, "All I am asking is simple; go all out. Be yourself, do what you're known for in your territory."

Gabriel then turned his head to address the other man in the ring and the smile of brotherly affection could not be smothered as he looked at Despayre who watched him wide-eyed. He also had a hint of trouble smothering the smile that hid the laugh at Despayre's unusual choice of training gear; namely a sleeveless Grumpy Cat short with the meme "I Trained Once -- It Was Awful" imprinted on it. "And Despy?" Gabriel winked in good humor. "Do what it is that you do."

Despayre clenched his hands tightly in front of him, waist bent, and laughed as Gabriel climbed through the ropes and dropped to the floor. Another teammate, Fantasia, stood in the far corner of the ring, ready to serve as the referee for this session, a fetching and bewitching sight in her belly t printed with referee's stripes, black booty shorts and high heel boots. It was a wonder the veteran Python had the ability to tear his gaze from her comely form and to his workout opponent, but when Gabriel took the small hammer and rang the ball on the ring apron, the masked man had little choice but to focus when Despayre literally pounced on him, taking him to the mat!

A face that had not been seen in some time in Sin City Wrestling circles, Chris Shipman, wandered over towards the ring, his eyes glued towards the training session that was currently taking place inside of the squared circle, but his words were solely for his teammate that stood in the corner by the timekeeper's bell, ready to bring an end to the contest when the time came.

KORE: Python managed to throw Despayre off, ever the bundle of energy, and return to a vertical base, dazed by the assault, but Despayre was on him before he could fully recover, jumping on his back and waylaying on the masked grappler's head with one hand, while reaching around with the other and pinching his nose and calling out, "HONK! HONK!"

"Despy!" Gabriel called into the ring with a commanding tone, but also being unable to hide the chuckle at his little brother's antics. "Try to be a little more serious!"

Indeed! Hard to stress that when Despayre's antics were known well enough, and Gabriel often found himself encouraging them by his own amused reactions. Still, he knew well enough what Despayre was going to be facing in just over a week's time. Not the possibility that he could find himself in contention for the World Championship, a well deserved opportunity he and Synn both thought the little guy deserved tremendously, but the more immediate threat of facing as brutal a competitor as Lord Raab was capable of being inside -- and outside -- of the ring.

Not that Gabriel wasn't confidant that Despayre couldn't handle what was to come, and overcome it at the same given time. The game little guy was only a demure five foot seven inches in height, and weighed less than one hundred and seventy pounds, but he had an uncanny talent for handling men far larger than he was that his own teammates found challenging inside of the ring. Casey Williams was a ring giant but Despayre had faced and defeated him both in SCW as well as their original turf; the Asylum Wrestling Alliance. Goth was a noted legend in the ring, one quite lethal in his mind games and in-ring skill -- not to mention Despayre's personal "Boogey Man" for the past attack on Angel. The two met twice before, and despite the differences in size and experience, Despayre managed to overcome him. Yet where Lord Raab was concerned, it was a different story.

KORE: Python reached behind his head and grabbed Despayre by the back of the neck and his long hair and used both as handles to throw the smaller grappler over his shoulder and harshly to the mat, stunning him! Raab then attempted to drop a fist down into his prone opposition but Despayre quickly rolled out of the way and Python accidentally ended up punching the mat. Opponents, even some of Despayre's most adamant detractors, would often testify that trying to get hold of him was like trying to catch greased lightning. 'Despy' was just that damn fast, and here was some trace of evidence to the fact.

"So where's Synn?" The proverbial "lost soul" of the Seven Deadly Sins, asked Gabriel whose eyes bore into the action as Despayre slung Python into the corner of the ring and dashed in, running right up his body and back flipping to his feet. Despayre then stuck his thumbs in both ears and blew Python a raspberry, but the veteran was taking his job seriously and answered by doubling the youngster over with a boot to the midsection. Python then grabbed his arm and whipped him into the corner himself, but Despayre brought both feet up and landed a double kick that knocked him back several feet. It was then that Despayre saw the second person outside of the ring and he smiled brightly and waved.

"Hi Step Mom!" He called out, resulting in a frown from Shipman, referencing the "illicit nature" of his origin into the stable and his 'relationship' with his father Synn. It also caused Gabriel to call out, "Pay attention Despy!" but the call came too late as Python then grabbed a big handful of his hair and threw him hard to the mat face-first, swinging a clubbing double axe handle to the back! Shipman continued, "I thought he said he was going to be here."

"Something came up." Gabriel answered. "Something important."

Shipman quirked a brow and folded his arms over his chest as he watched Python inside of the ring reach down to grab Despayre, only to have Despayre quickly grab him around the head with his arms and scissor his waist with his legs. "Like a little spider trying to grapple while upside down." Gabriel thought to himself.

"More important than getting his son ready for that sick bastard Raab?" Shipman asked, and Gabriel chuckled. If a sick shit like Shipman was calling someone 'sick' as well, that spoke highly of the named individual. Chris Shipman had a reputation in the business for being one seriously fucked up son of a bitch. It was a reason why he was such a natural when it came to being a member of the Sins. Well, that and the fact Synn was completely enamored by the man's backside.

"Trust me, it's important." Gabriel said while watching Despayre retain his entanglement on the mat with KORE: Python, all the while biting the poor man's fingers and Fantasia trying to dislodge them from between the little guy's chompers.



"I thought you quit." Gabriel said as he slipped through the door of Synn's office inside of his Las Vegas home. He carefully shut the door behind him, making as little noise as possible so as not to alert the household that he was even there in the first place at such an early hour, despite the fact that he was not told why.

"Lock the door please." Synn stated from where he sat at his desk, bringing Gabriel up short before he could make a move to take one of the two vacant seats that were on the opposite side of the cherry wood desk that dominated the center of the room.

Gabriel turned around and did as asked, and with a flick of the wrist, the door was locked against any outside intrusions. This act alone alerted Gabriel to the fact something was amiss in this little meeting with his friend and mentor, as Synn never bothered to lock the door to the office. Hell, half the time he didn't even bother shutting it since more often than not, Despayre barged in whether it was open or closed to see what his father was up to at any point of the day -- and usually made the attempt (and succeeded) at wresting Synn from his business activities to go and do something more fun (in Despayre's mind at least).

Only then did Gabriel finally pull the cushioned microsuede chair, beige in color, and take a seat. His eyes were narrowed, the frown evident on his otherwise handsome facial features, as his attention was not solely rested on the man himself, but the cigarette that was resting in between his fingers and over the ceramic ash dish on the desk's surface.

Gabriel crossed his ankle over his knee and flicked his fingers towards the cigarette, saying, "After that cancer scare you had ten years ago." Mentioning an event in Synn's past that was rarely brought up, when the 'Dark Priest' of professional wrestling's physician thought there was a chance he had cancer of the lungs. Only after repeated treatments and exams was he medically cleared, never having had the deadly disease to begin with, but the scare was enough. The doctor had strongly recommended he give up the smoking habit that Synn had at one point made liberal use of, and Synn had complied.

At least until now, apparently.

"It's just one cigarette, Gabriel." Synn had a stoic tone behind his voice, one that belied the fact he was not accustomed to having his actions questioned. Although ever since he had found this new family within the members of his wrestling stable, 'The Seven Deadly Sins', that was something he had slowly been forced to acknowledge and accept, especially when Gabriel came into the fold. The magician was quite outspoken and had no qualms at calling Synn out for something he said or did that conflicted with his own personal beliefs. One key example being towards the beginning of their journey together, when Gabriel laid into Synn verbally over Synn's refusal to celebrate Christmas, and how it had affected Despayre emotionally. It was that very point that the bond was truly forced between Despayre and his 'big brother', and when Synn started to see Gabriel as something akin to an heir.

"Don't bullshit a bullshitter." Gabriel shook his head, leaning back in the chair. "That pack you had hidden beneath a stack of papers is half empty. And if it were really no big deal as you seem to think, you wouldn't have hidden them from sight."

"Maybe I just did not feel like dealing with the lectures that I knew would be coming." Synn countered.

"Yeah, like the smell isn't going to give your little habit away." Gabriel frowned, fanning the air. "Seriously, when did this start?"

Synn sighed, extending his hand to press the lit end of the cigarette down into the dish, smothering it out. He answered, "A few days ago. After we found out what that stalker was all about."

The 'stalker' in question being a man that Despayre had discovered had been following them around the "City of Sin", no matter where they were headed at the time. Say what you might about Despayre and his innocence or quirks, the boy was incredibly perceptive at the world around him and often would take notice of things that others did not, or could not. The others, namely Synn, Gabriel -- even Odette -- hadn't noticed they were being followed or watched, but according to Despayre, Angel's "sixth sense" for danger alerted him, so he alerted his dad. The rest? History.

"I take it then that it's not good news?" Gabriel asked.

"When has being watched by a private investigator ever been 'good news' Gabriel?"

"Private...?" Gabriel frowned, and Synn finished the statement, "Investigator."

"What in hell would a PI be doing watching you?" The magician asked.

Synn answered, "Seems someone is looking for me, or was looking for me." He reached for the pack of cigarettes but instead, opted to drop the pack to the desk and forego lightning up another in front of someone who clearly disapproved of the filthy habit. A true testament to how he felt about Gabriel, and his opinion. Anybody else on the proverbial "outside" would have been met with a heart felt "Fuck off!" and the cigarette would have been lit. Synn instead leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers together. There were several long, uncomfortable moments of silence that followed until Synn's green eyes met with Gabriel's...

"It's my mother." Synn finally said. "She's been looking for me."

"Y-your mother?" Gabriel almost choked. Only once in their entire past did Synn ever make mention of the woman and man that had raised his up to his teenage years when Synn absconded from their emotional abuse and left to venture out on his own and become the man that he was today. And that one conversation revealed more about the man before him than he felt he had the right to know. From physical and emotional abuse at the hands of his so-called 'parents', to abandonment and sexual abuse at the hands of 'trusted' friends afterwards. That one conversation happened clear back in the AWA, and nothing about them had been mentioned since.

"After all these years?" Gabriel shook his head, the stark disbelief evident in his tone. "What the fuck would she be doing looking for you after all of these years!?"

"Honestly?" Synn asked. "Your guess is as good as mine. But as far as I can tell, she's looking to meet with me. I don't feel anything good will come from this so I've made some preparations of my own, just in case."

Gabriel shook his head, uncomprehending, "Preparations... wait. Is that why you had Despy's mum watch him for the weekend while you went out of town?"

Synn nodded. "I do not trust this woman, whatever she wants, so I thought it best to stay one step ahead just for emergencies. But..." He sighed. "She wants to talk to me about something, so I've arranged a meeting."

"Here?" Gabriel asked, a hint of disbelief in his words. "In your own home?"

Synn sighed, "Yes, I know. Not that I am fond of the idea of her setting foot into my home, but I would rather it be on my territory as opposed to her's, or neutral." He winked. "I like to stack the deck in my favor."

Gabriel nodded, "So I've noticed." He paused, then asked, "So, wait. Is that why you arranged this sparring session with Despy? For today?"

Synn nodded, "I'm afraid so. Far be it from me to be the manipulative sort..." Gabriel snorted back a contradiction to that rather untrue statement, and Synn went on, "...and I know that you have plans with your family this evening." Synn shook his head. "I don't expect you to keep him out forever, or for you to include him in your plans. I just..."

"Want to keep his exposure to her as little as possible?" Gabriel finished his thought process for him, and Synn nodded.

"Exactly." Synn stated. "I'd rather he not set eyes on her at all, but I know that might not be the case if our business, whatever it is, isn't concluded by the time you're finished. I just feel the less he sees of her, the better so as not to have to answer any undue questions."

Gabriel shook his head, not certain what to say except for, "What ... undue questions are you talking about? You told Despy and myself a few years back what your folks put you through. Despy's a smart lad. We don't give him nearly enough credit."

"True," Synn started to reply. "I just..." But he was interrupted by the fast free fall of hurried footsteps headed down the hall and to the office door, resulting in...

*THUD!*

"Ow!" They heard Despayre cry out from the other side of the closed office door. So often was he used to just being allowed to enter whenever he felt the desire, he clearly was not prepared for that door to be locked. What a ridiculous concept, amIright?

Synn and Gabriel shared a light hearted smile, and the father called out, "Joshua? Are you alright?"

"Something's wrong with your door!" Came the reply.

"That's because it's locked."

"Oh. Just a sec." Synn frowned at what his son could possibly mean, but Gabriel had a fairly good idea when he saw the door handle on their side start to wriggle, then the lock turned and the door was swung open.

"There we go!" Despayre bounded into the room, holding his nose! "That's better!"

Gabriel was fighting to restrain the smile on his face, and doing so without much success, as he asked, "Are you alright Despy?"

"Yep!" Despayre called aloud, wrapping both of his arms around Gabriel in his usual warm greeting, giving a good squeeze, then let go. He turned to his father, wide eyed, and said, "Boy! It's a good thing I came along when I did! You mighta been entombed in your own office!"

"Indeed?" Synn nodded, knowing it was usually best to just agree with his son, fulfilling his childlike fancies. "I am glad you're up, Joshua. I've arranged a little training session for you, to help get you ready for Lord Raab."

"Aw there's no need for that." Despayre waved off Synn's concern. "I am ready!"

"Well as much as I can appreciate your confidence, I still feel it warranted." Synn stated in a matter-of-fact tone that told his son there was little to no room for debate. "And as I had some business to take care of today, I asked Gabriel if he would lend a hand."

Despayre fidgeted, clearly not sold on the idea. Sparring or training sessions were never his idea of a fun time. There were so many other ways to have a good time. He clasped his hands and rocked from side to side and said, "Gee, I dunno. I had planned on watching the DVR of the Democratic debate today..."

"Got a bit of a crush on Hillary there, Despy?" Gabriel quipped.

"No." Despayre shook his head. "I just -- NO!" He gave Gabriel a playful glare. "I just like to stay informed, man of the world such as I am."

"We can go to lunch after if you do good?" Gabriel offered.

That gave Despayre pause. The offer to hang out with his buddy Gabriel, AND have lunch afterwards? He was clearly deep in thought and his eyes shifted to the right to give Gabriel a sidelong glance.

"Panda Express?"

"Is there any other place?"

"Gimme ten minutes!" And Despayre turned and bolted out of the office to go retrieve Angel from wherever he was adventuring, and of course he'd probably need his ring gear! Gabriel then turned back to Synn and both men's faces had now lost all traces of the humor that Despayre seemed to instill in whomever he was around at the time.

"Thank you, Gabriel." Synn said simply, not the easiest of things for this man to say.



"Sounds serious." Shipman observed while inside of the ring, Python used some strength to dead lift Despayre up from the mat and he just dumped the smaller man down hard to the mat. Python then grabbed Despayre and hauled him up from the canvas and draped his throat over the middle rope with a knee buried into the back of his neck, forcibly choking him out!

Shipman asked, "Isn't he being a little rough on Despy?"

Gabriel answered, "That's the point, Chris. Synn knows damn well that Raab isn't going to go easy on our boy, so he didn't want his sparring partner to do so either."

"He paid someone to beat up his son." Shipman smirked. "That's sick, even for me."

Gabriel turned his head slightly to simply look at Shipman, as if to silently inform his teammate that this was indeed not the case. "Hardly." He finally spoke. "It's no different than any other training match he's put him through, or myself for that matter. The whole point is for the opponent to try to win, after all. He just wants Despy to be ready for whatever Raab might throw at him."

"Think it would have been better if one of us had been in there to help Desp." Shipman countered, watching as Python's rough house tactics went into over drive, the very reason why Synn had sought out and hired the man in the first place. Python grabbed two handfuls of Despayre's waist-length hair and used it as a handle to drive the smaller man into the corner face-first. Shipman went on, saying, "If that's what Synn wanted, someone rough to train Despy, toughen him up a little more, then rage or I could have..."

"Well that's the point, isn't it?" Gabriel interrupted. "You two would have been ideal. No two sicker sons a bitches..."

"SWEAR JAR!" Gabriel and Shipman turned their heads to the ring and both admittedly smiled. Even while getting his butt handed to him, only 'their Despy' would have called someone out for cursing within ear shot.

Gabriel turned back to Shipman and went on, "You two are the two sickest ... SOBs, I've ever had the pleasure of knowing, but rough as you are, you both know damn well what Despy means to Synn." He paused, then added, "To all of us. So deep down you wouldn't have wanted to hurt him, and you would have pulled back, whether you want to admit it or not."

"And you don't think this joker is going to go easy on Despy?" Shipman asked, nodding to the inside of the ring where Python was throwing clubbing lefts and rights, boxing Despayre's head as the smaller man used his forearms to try and shield himself.

"Oh I don't doubt he will, at least to some degree." Gabriel stated. "He doesn't want to risk his pay check or actually hurt Despy, but he's also not going to go easy on him as we would. Raab won't, so Synn wants to make sure Despy's skin is extra thick for this one."

Despayre then shot his hands forward and grabbed KORE: Python by the mask and dragged him around into the corner, reversing their positions. Despayre doubled up both fists and buried them into Python's midsection, doubling him over and then started wind milling his fists down into the back of the head and neck of the masked wrestler!

Gabriel turned to Shipman with a proud and confidant smile, "Besides, do you doubt this little fireplug can take care of himself?"

Shipman snorted back as Despayre grabbed Python by the mask and sunk his teeth into his head!



Synn sat at his desk, and truth be told, he had not moved since Gabriel had left with Despayre. His elbows were propped up on the surface of the desk, and his fingers were currently mangling a paperclip into an unrecognizable shape. The computer screen was shut off, as he had long ago forsaken any attempts to get any actual work accomplished, what with this business currently hanging over his head. The lunch that Theresa had brought him earlier remained untouched. His mind was simply an entanglement of issues thought buried long ago. This situation came from out of nowhere, something like when Despayre's mother, Margaret, returned to his life two years ago. And although that situation ended up with a pleasant outcome, Synn had a deep suspicion that this one would not.

His thought process was cut off by a light knock on the office door, and it opened just enough for Theresa to step halfway inside.

"Synn?" She said with a hint of concern in her tone of voice. "She's here."

Synn frowned. He hadn't even heard the door bell, so intent was he on remembering all of the reasons why he absolutely abhorred this woman that gave him life. Something in his face and eyes must have spoke volumes to the friend and housekeeper as she silently pushed the door open further and stepped aside, and a petite woman stepped into the door frame. Ethel Winters.

Despite his age, despite his animosity, laying eyes on this woman immediately caused Synn's heart to plummet into his stomach -- and most certainly not in the good way.

He remembered how in his youth, he had loved her, or at least thought he did. But seeing her now, the anger just bubbled up like a pot boiling over. She looked the same as he had remembered, but older. It had been nearly three decades after all, since he last laid eyes on the woman. She was short, roughly Theresa's own height, and her frame was frailer and hair a snow white. He had admittedly lost track, but he would have to roughly estimate her age at being somewhere in the vicinity of ... seventy three? Seventy four perhaps?

"Rowan." She said in a crisp voice, the green eyes he had inherited from her staring at him. Age aside, she remained calm and cool in such an uncomfortable situation, and her back stayed straight and her head held high. That same righteousness fervor that he had always abhorred on the part of her and her husband, his father.

But of course she wouldn't know about the distaste for his Christian name, nor the fact he never went by it, nor allowed anyone else to call him it. He said simply, "Hello Mother."

"Don't I even get a hug?" She held her arms out in a gesture of an olive branch being offered, but all Synn could do was snort through his nose in disbelief and smile.

He said, "A bit late for an emotional family reunion, isn't it?"



Panda Express

"Having a spot of trouble there, Despy?" Gabriel asked from their booth where he and Despayre were joined for lunch by Shipman, who was yet disgruntled that the fast food Chinese place did not serve poodle in a noodle -- whatever that was. Gabriel was referencing the comedic sight of Despayre hunched over the table, his head dangling over his plate, and a large portion of chow mein noodles dangling from his lips to the plate, attempting to 'slurp' them all into his mouth at once.

Despayre looked up through his eyebrows and Gabriel took that to mean a silent "Help!" from his little brother, so he reached into his jacket pocket and took out a small pair of scissors and proceeded to snip away at the noodles until one half of the mound fell back to the plate, allowing Despayre to continue to chew for what seemed an eternity on his end.

Finally, he swallowed what had to be an uncanny amount and gasped for air. "Thanks! Thought I was in trouble there for a moment!"

Gabriel winked, Despayre's antics never unexpected but still always a surprise. The meal continued in moderate silence, Despayre pausing every now and then to look at the high chair where Angel was seated with his own rice and Beijing beef bowl (did you actually expect Angel not to dine!?) and lecture his buddy on finishing his food so he can stay strong for the usual nightly battles with shadow beasties.

"So..." Shipman started to say, shoveling a fork full of sweet fire chicken into his gaping maw. "Raab?"

Despayre nodded silently. "Yeah. Dad and Gabriel here told me about it last week." He frowned. "Not sure why, but meh." He shrugged. "I woulda rather teamed with Rage for a match, but I'm not worried."

"Really?" Gabriel smiled, already knowing his buddy was brimming with confidence. "Raab isn't an easy person to face. That's why your dad was working you to the bone, and had this rough guy to train with today."

"Pttthhh!" Despayre blew a raspberry, accidentally sending rice spittling across the table. He blinked, "Sorry." And he started to do as Theresa would have wanted him to do, and he took a napkin and started to wipe it up. "Raab is a toughie, but I think I've wrestled tougher. Casey for one. And Goth!"

"Goth is a tough son of a..." Shipman glanced up at Despayre who stared hard at him, and he sighed. "gun."

Despayre nodded, satisfied at the correction, and said, "Way to go Step-Mom!"

Gabriel had to put his soda down to keep from laughing, and resulting in choking, at Despayre's repeated use of the affectionate nickname for Chris Shipman. He watched as Shipman's narrowed eyes return to normal and they returned to their topic of conversation.

"So you're going to win against Raab, right?" Gabriel asked, and Despayre nodded eagerly.

"Yup! I'm going to beat him!"

"And what about the big match?" Shipman added.

Despayre was about to take another heaping mouthful of his meal when he paused, wide eyed. "That is my big match."

Shipman said, "No, I'm talking about the main event. The gauntlet. You're going to win that too, right?"

Slowly, Despayre set his fork back down on his plate and it was evident to the two men eating lunch with him that this was not a topic the little guy had hoped would be brought up. He started to play with the still wrapped fortune cookie on his tray and shrugged with indifference.

"I dunno."

"What do you mean?" Gabriel asked. "Anyone can enter the gauntlet, and you'd like to be the best, wouldn't you?"

"I am the best!" Despayre said hotly. "Dad says so!"

"And he's right." Gabriel smiled. "But winning the match against Raab, and walking out as the world champion would just make it official."

Again, Despayre shrugged. "I don't like singles matches though. I only do them `cause I have to for now. I;d rather be in tag teams."

"We know." Gabriel nodded.

Despayre went on, "And if I won the main event, wouldn't I hafta defend the title?"

Shipman scoffed, "That is the general idea."

Despayre turned and leaned over to whisper to Angel, "Told ya." He then sat back up and shook his head, "I'm afraid I won't be able to do that anyway."

"And why is that?"

Despayre sighed dramatically, and rolled his eyes. "Because..." He said in a sing song voice. "It's like I told dad: it's not JUST a world title, but a world HEAVYWEIGHT title! I only weigh a hundred and sixty eight pounds! What's a heavyweight?"

Shipman answered, "About two thirty five and over."

Despayre held a hand out to Shipman, as if to silently say "See?"

"Not helping 'Stepmom'." Gabriel quipped, drawing a stare from Shipman. Gabriel then tried reasoning and said, "It might be called a heavyweight title, but there's no official set weight limit on it. Guys under two thirty five have held it. Simon Jones for one. Drake Green, even Kevin Carter."

"Kevin Carter doesn't count." Despayre declared.

"And why not?"

Despayre shrugged, "He's a weenie."

Shipman looked at Gabriel and smirked, "Makes sense to me. Man loses his title both times on his first defense and leaves both times because of it?" He scoffs and goes back to stabbing his meal with his fork, "Man should be stricken from the record books."

Gabriel sighed, "My point is... that anyone is allowed to chase the title, whether they make weight or not. And just imagine what it would mean." He playfully gave Despayre a nudge on the arm. "You and me both having won that title."

Despayre started to look thoughtful and he mumbled, "Well...."

Gabriel knew he was getting through to the little guy and added, "Greatest tag team in SCW history, also the greatest world heavyweight champions in history?"

"That would be kinda cool..." Despayre admitted, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "But first I have to beat Raab! And I will!"

Shipman prodded, "And then you'll win the world title?"

"Wellllll...." Despayre drew on dramatically. "I'll make you a deal!"

"A deal." Shipman frowned. "What kind of deal?"

Despayre looked back and forth between his two dining companions, then said brightly, "If I can make weight by the time of the show, I'll win the world championship!"

"Make wei..." Shipman stammered, and Gabriel finished his line of thought, "Despy, that's over sixty pounds!"

"I guess I best get back to training!" And by training, he of course meant digging into his chow! Chow mein that is! (HA!) After all, that was one of the reasons why Panda Express was his favorite place to dine. Not only was the food delicious with a capital YUM! -- but Angel said it was a great way to make weight for spectator sports! Just look at the sumo! Though Despayre was quite sure he didn't want to put on THAT much weight!

Gabriel turned to Shipman and sighed, "I guess at this rate his grandma will be gone by..."

"Gramma!?" Despayre dropped his fork and almost spilled his drink. "Gramma is home!?" He jumped up from his chair and snatched Angel, and took off for the door. "Well why didn't you say so!? LET'S GO!!"

Gabriel closed his eyes at his little slip of the tongue, "Shit..."



"What do you want, mother?" Synn demanded, towering over the woman standing in the door and she sighed, gesturing toward the chair.

"May I sit?"

Synn exhaled sharply through his nose, but somehow he felt he should at the very least offer that small bit of comfort. He gestured to the chair and with the use of a cane, Ethel Winters took her first step into the office and approached the chair. Synn had not even noticed the cane at first, not until that moment. Her hand showed her true age physically, wrinkled skin and obviously arthritic, as she drew out her seat and lowered herself into it. Once settled, she took a moment's pause to collect herself before she asked, "You knew you were under watch?"

"I've known for weeks." Synn stated simply.

"How?"

Synn smiled and leaned forward, elbow on the desk and he answered, "Mother, here's a word of advice if I may? When you hire a private investigator? Hire a competent professional!"

Weeks ago....

Centennial Hills Park

The sun was setting over the sky, blanketing the heavens in colorful hues of pinks, oranges, yellows and deepening purples. It had been Despayre's turn to decide what to do, and surprisingly, he had asked if the entire family could go for a walk in the park and just enjoy the cool, crisp air. Everyone had agreed, from Gabriel and Odette with their baby, to Margaret and Victoria, and even Rage joined in with his brother Phil at his side. They walked the trails that weaved in and around the entire park, savoring this moment of pure relaxation as they passed a large row of hedge bushes.

Despayre called out, "Marco!"

And from the bushes emanated, "Polo! ... DAMN IT!"

Synn shrugged, "So after he was confronted, he pretty much sang like a bird and told me everything." He nodded, and she could tell that her son was openly mocking her. "Lack of professional morals, that one has."

"And you would know, I'm sure." Ethel bit back. That caused a frown from the man across from her, and she looked up through her glasses and she spoke again, "Your father died."

Okay, didn't see that coming.

Silence followed this declaration by Ethel, as she watched for her son's reaction -- any reaction -- but all he did was stare at her, his fingers still twisting away at the paper clip. She fidgeted, then a frown creased her wrinkled brow and she repeated, "I said your father has passed away."

"I heard you." Synn finally broke the uncomfortable silence between them. "I was just waiting to see if this was the moment where I was supposed to respond with some form of human emotion."

"That is a very unkind and disrespectful thing to say!" Ethel declared crossly. "He was your father!"

"No." Synn contradicted her. "He was a sperm donor. He lost all right to call himself a father the day he first laid a hand to me."

Ethel accepted this gauntlet and she said, "You shoved the man down the basement stairs after he attempted to defend me when you assaulted me!"

"I shoved you." Synn rose to the challenge, the feelings of animosity already rising to the surface between the pair. "And I only did so after you had once again tried to take a belt to me!"

"Honor thy Mother and thy Father!" Ethel finally did what Synn was waiting for. She was a devout Christian, as was his now late father. If you asked him, he would tell you that his parents were religious zealouts to such a degree that they made Carrie's mother look like a sorority girl in a late night HBO flick! "Spare the rod, spoil the child!"

Synn flicked the mangled paper clip to the desk surface and shook his head, "Oh Christ..."

Ethel barked, "Do not use the Lord's name in vain!"

Synn jumped to his feet, "Do not dictate to me in my own HOUSE!"

This outburst made Ethel Winters clearly flinch back and her already pale skin blanched. Until this moment she had not realized the full extent of her estranged son's growth in both physical stature as well as commanding presence. As others who have grown to know him over the years, Synn was downright frightening when he was angry, and he was clearly angry right at this very moment. He never wanted this meeting. He never wanted to lay eyes on this woman again, and the fact she had the sheer gall to attempt to preach to him and give him orders in the walls of his own house?

"Where is she!?"

Whatever Synn was about to follow up with was swiftly cut short at the sound of Despayre from inside of the house. Damn it! He hadn't even realized the time and had believed without much hope that this awkward situation would be done and buried by the time his son had finished his training session and before he was returned home. The office door swung open with a loud clatter, startling Ethel, and Despayre ran into the room, wide eyes looking around eagerly.

"Where's my gramma!?"

"Is ... is this your son?" Ethel whispered as she laid eyes on her grandson for the first time. For the first time she realized and understood that she was a grandmother. Despayre's eyes turned to her and he blinked in surprise at the 'new person' seated in his dad's office, and she brought her hands up slowly, "Oh sweety, I'm right here!"

But the moment she extended her hands toward him, Despayre took a hasty step back, almost tripping against the mini fridge that was stationed against the wall. His breathing deepened, quick paced, as new faces did not settle well with him.

He shook his head, "No. No, you're not my gramma."

"Technically? She is." Synn said simply. "Joshua, this is Ethel Winters. She's my mother."

"Oh!" Despayre turned back from getting confirmation from his dad, and once again looked over Ethel, the woman who he had just learned was family. He waved his hand. "Hi!"

"Well?" Ethel smiled and held her arms out to him. "Doesn't your grandmother get a hug?"

"Nope!" Despayre shook his head and dashed right back out of the office, leaving Synn with a proud smile on his face, and Ethel looking quite startled, and perhaps even a tad insulted.

She slowly sat back down into the chair, having known nothing of Despayre or his antics and what caused them in his own past. She pursed her lips and said, "How rude. I can see he's your son through and through."

Synn slowly took his own seat once again and a single inquiring eyebrow rose on his forehead and she continued, "What is wrong with him? A young man at that age, carrying a teddy bear? Is he afflicted mentally...?"

"Don't..." Synn held up a forefinger. "... finish that thought." He leaned back in his chair and went on, addressing the woman opposite him. "Not that it's any of your business, but Joshua has had a problematic past that has caused him to grow into the fine young man you just saw." Before she could interrupt him, Synn rose his voice, "And despite what you might want here?" He shook his head. "I have no interest what so ever in you walking back into my life and upsetting the balance of what I have accomplished in saving him from what might have been!"

"You?" Ethel's own eyebrows rose in mock disbelief. "What you accomplished?" She shook her head. "Arrogance! Whatever happened to help that boy, and I admit I know nothing of that, was not your doing! That was all the work of the Lord working through you!"

Synn bit back a laugh, but scoffed openly and said, "Yes, well... you should have seen him when the Lord had Joshua all to Himself."

Ethel frowned deeply at the sacrilegious statement from her own flesh and blood, but before she could say anything scathing toward him for using such words in reference to their Lord and Savior, Synn cut her off and said, "So why is it exactly that you're here? It can't simply be because of your husband's death. Unless, what is it? Money? You want me to help pay for funeral expenses? because if that's the case, you may as well just wrap him in a garbage bag and set him out on trash day."

"How DARE...!?" She started to sputter! "No! I do not want or need your money to pay for your dear father's funeral!"

"Well then," Synn said, standing back up. "I think that being settled, our business here is finished." He walked around to the office door and called out, "Theresa?"

Moments passed and the housekeeper, who was obviously nearby for the sake of her employer needing something during this uncomfortable situation he had found himself in. "Yes?"

"Show my mother out, if you would be so kind?" Synn went back around the room as Ethel slowly stood up, shooting daggers at him with her eyes.

"Is that all you have to say after wasting my time?" She demanded.

"No." Synn say down and pointed at the door. "Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out."



"Okay, now THIS is going to be exciting!"

"Hi! It's me! No, not Despayre. And it's not Synn either. You'll have to excuse me for stepping in here for this one, but as you probably saw, Synn's not in much of a sociable mood, so it's best that I handle this little portion of your regularly scheduled promo'ing."

"My Bloody Valentine II is fast approaching, and my bestest buddy Despayre is scheduled to go up against Lord Raab, a guy that most people are saying is one of the most dangerous individuals to have ever set foot inside of an SCW ring, or a wrestling ring -- period! That's all well and good, and I bet he's feeling pretty confidant about himself right about now. Well I'm afraid that I am going to have to bring him down from his pedestal and ease his woeful case of the "Me Me Me's"."

"Is Lord Raab a dangerous fella? Sure! We've all seen what he is capable of doing when inside of the ring against any normal individual! And has he been successful? Oh you bet! World Champion! One of the longest reigning Roulette Champions! But, and I'm sure you are all well aware, the fella he's got this time is anything BUT normal ... and I mean that in the best way possible!"

"Raab likes to beat down on his opponents, and loves nothing more than a good fight. Well bravo! Good for him! But see, the thing is that this match has rules, and in a match with rules, that sets limits on what Raab will be capable of doing in order to succeed. Not that he would if there were no rules, I'm just sayin'! My pal Despayre is as good a fighter as anyone! I mean, have you seen the matches he's had with guys like Goth? Despy may be a good deal smaller than the vast majority of the roster, but when the chips are down and he feels in danger, Despayre will fight like a wild animal to beat you down and walk away the winner. If you want to pull out the short cuts and choke and gouge? Well he's capable of doing the exact same thing -- only he looks a lot cuter when doing so. Despayre has thrown punches and pulled hair. he kicks and scratches! hey! Whatever it takes to survive!"

"But... he has also been trained in the ring by the very best, and that gives him an added advantage going against a monster like Raab. ... Monster? Do I have that right? When I think 'monster', I don't think a guy of Raab's average wrestling stature. Oh well! Back to business! Despayre might not be the greatest scientific wrestler on the planet, but he can work the mat when all is said and done, which is a lot more than can be said for Raab, a guy that thinks a good fight equals a quality grappler. But where Despy really excels is when he goes to the air!"

"Some call him reckless, while others call it death defying. Despayre has an unorthodox style inside of the ring that is going to put him head and shoulders above what Raab is capable of! Just like others have said time and again, Despy is capable of absolutely anything inside of the ring. We've often seen it, and still those poor simps think just because he's small, he'll be easy pickings! Ask the guys who are two or three times his size what it felt like when Despy stood over them victorious, huh? That could be you, Raab. Actually, that will be you! Your path back to the top of the ladder will have hit a broken rung, and you're going to get sent plummeting back to the very bottom once a little fire cracker by the name of Despayre is finished with you!"

"Good things come in small packages, and that makes Despy the very best!"

"And speaking the top of the ladder, that brings us to the big main event of the evening! Now while there are plenty of other good matches that could be main events, how can you possibly go wrong with a match to fill the vacant world championship? A match that anyone and everyone (so long as you're a dude!) can participate in?"

"A gauntlet match! We've seen them before, the first Supercard in SCW history, and used to fill the first ever world championships, Superstars and Bombshells! Now being signed again to crown the newest Superstar who will stand atop the mountain, and who is that man going to be? Yep! You guessed it! My buddy Despayre! After all, he's the King of SCW, and who better to stand atop the mountain, looking down at his kingdom and all he rules over? Oh I imagine that there are probably a lot of other guys who think they are going to walk away with this one."

"Ben Jordan, think he has a chance? Of course he does! The man is the Icon of ACW, and has been their Grand Slam Champion, so if anyone else would be capable of winning this, it would be him. Only one catch; he's Cockney, and I think it's against the rules for imaginary fellas to win the SCW title. Sorry Ben!"

"Can the ghastly Brother Grimm win the world title? Will he even try? Well even if he does try, it'll be impossible for him to win. Why you may ask? Because of the whole "good versus evil" thing. Good always wins, and since Grimm is evil, it's obvious that he is predestined to lose."

"If Casey Williams is in the gauntlet, he's the best odds size-wise, but that's also going to work against him. The biggest guys always get ganged up on, and when you have the entire roster working together to eliminate you? Zoop! You're out!"

"CJ Sharpe? Same guy who attacked our pal, J2H? Psht! Yeah, good one! Moving on!"

"How about Connor Murphy? If he's in the gauntlet, he stands a good chance at lasting awhile, although he won't win -- because Despayre is going to! He's a world tag team champion for now, and that's where his mind might be focused. he likes a fight though so I'd love to see him jump into this fracas!"

"Eric Steel? See CJ Sharpe. Though even CJ has a better chance than Eric does and that is saying a lot!"

"Goth? Now THERE'S a guy that's going to be a threat in this one! Triple Crown champion, and a guy who Despayre has had his share of run ins with over the years! He's Despayre's personal nemesis, or was, but suffice to say his tenacity and experience is going to put him right on the edge of victory -- right up until Despayre scores another win!"

"J2H is our pal and I don't want to see him up against Despayre! Those two faced each other once before, for Despayre's Internet title, and those two boys tore the house down! One of the first and only time limit draws in SCW history, and a Match of the Year candidate! That is what happened once before, and if it comes down to those two again, we'll get to see it once again! Only this time there won't be the possibility of seeing another draw. There would have to be a winner and with the chips down, that winner is going to be Despayre! It just HAS to!"

"We haven't seen much of Joshua Acquin, but I bet he'll be interested in this one. Pity he came back after all this time just to lose the big one."

"Lord Raab? We've already covered him, but here's a refresher course. The fact is that in a match like this, a fighter like Raab will excel because that's exactly what this will be: a fight! But he's not fighting one on one. he's going to be up against the entire roster and eventually, even a brawler like he could be overwhelmed. And let's face it: after he'll already have been defeated by Despy, his spirit will have been broken and there's just no way that he'll have been able to forge ahead in so short a time to win this."

"Rage. This one I don't want to see. I mean, does anyone want to see Rage versus Despayre!? I know I sure don't! Who wants to see two teammates fight!? Moving on!"

"Ahhh! Sean Jackson! Our old 'pal'! The man who thought he could use me to get to Despy! Well I admit things didn't go entirely according to plan, but also in a sense, they did. You go right on thinking you got the best of us, because when the chips are down, and if you show your face for this one, it'll be OUR turn to force feed you a piece of humble pie!"

"Simon Jones will probably want to get in on this to try and regain the championship he held before. Hey Simon! Let someone else have a crack at it!"

"Steve Ramone has a chance for the Roulette title early in the night, and if I hafta be honest? he's my pick to walk away as the new Roulette champion. He's ben here a long time and I dare say he deserves it? But if he thinks he's going to use that win to catapult himself to the main event and walk out a double champion? Uh uh! Sorry Steve! But if the rest of the roster doesn't toss you out on your caboose first, then Despayre sure will!"

"Tim Staggs... that poor kid! What he must be going through! He has to worry about defending his title because he has to be supportive of Connor, but to THINK that he's the focus of that dastardly Brother Grimm! I'm afraid I may have to intervene on that scenario, if pressed. I can't stand idly by and watch a poor kid like Tim be the target of evil! But even if he is successful in his defense, and moves on to give the world title a whirl, what'll happen if he gets caught in the ring against Brother Grimm? *shudders*"

"You know they say save the best for last, but for Travis Nathaniel Andrews, we can make an exception. He's got a shot at gold early like Steve Ramone and others do, but he has this over bloated sense of self worth that I just can't get past. Oh he's good, don't get me wrong! Far be it from me to poo poo a fella's sense of self but -- poo poo. I hope that he doesn't enter the gauntlet. Not because I'm afraid he has a chance against Despy, but I just hate to see him go down the drain twice in one evening! ... was that harsh?"

"Well will you listen to me? Rambling on like this was some kind of wrestling promo? It was fun while it lasted, but now that I've said what I have to say, we can return to your regularly scheduled RPing...."



"Here ya go!" Despayre called, days later from where we met last, as he darted into his father's office with a handful of envelopes. "I got the mail!"

"Christ, Joshua." Synn shook his head as he held out his hand and accepted the offering. "It looks like that's the whole neighborhood's mail."

"Nope!" Despayre shook his head, then smiled with pride as he held up the mail carrier's sack, showing evidence of a struggle, due to the natural clashes between he and their mailman. "This is!"

Synn closed his eyes, all too familiar that the good natured mailman put up with whatever reasoning Despayre had for tormenting the poor, older man. "Joshua..." He started to say, but then the door bell rang.

"Oops!" Despayre stood upright, eyes bright. "That's probably the mailman wanting this back!" And he did an immediate U-turn and dashed back out to finish his play so the mailman could finish his route!

Shaking his head at the lad's antics, Synn started to rifle through the envelopes, muttering, "Bill... bill... you may already be a winner...." He then paused as he came across an envelope from a local law firm here in Las Vegas. Not one of high particular standing, but familiar none the same.

setting the rest of the mail down, he slid the envelope open with the letter opener and slipped the legal form out and his eyes started to scan the contents ... and the more he read, the redder his face started to grow. His knuckles grew white with tension until...

"Son of a FUCKING BITCH!!!!" He practically roared in a rage not seen ever in the walls of this house!

Having been nearby in the kitchen, it was only moments later that Theresa had hurried into the office, breathless and wide eyed at the outburst!

"What is it!?" She questioned. "What's wrong!?"

"It's my ... mother!" Synn spat! He glanced up at her and Theresa was shocked to the core at seeing tears in the man's eyes, tears born of pure and unadulterated anger. "She's demanding custody of Joshua!"

[Konrad Raab]

 OOC: Sorry to disappoint everyone, but unless I change my mind in the 2nd RP which I doubt, it's highly unlikely I'm gonna be in that Gauntlet title match because right now, improving on my CD work is far more important than winning a 2nd World title, plus I want to rest from having title shots a lot recently so that's another reason as well.










Anger unleashes once again. Las Vegas, Nevada. Wednesday 3rd February.

It's been very hard for Raab to cope on being cheered since he and Samuel had been pushed out by Mark Ward and he's been angry ever since, more so recently where he simply just can't take the fact he's not someone who even thought he'd be cheered. Nobody, not even in the other companies Raab's in wrestling wise could ever convince the fans to cheer for him. He shouldn't really care, but his performance in the tag match speaks volumes of it all, although Samuel took the loss for the team, but Raab was finding it difficult, even to a point of arguing with Goth over it.

Henry knew how hard it's for Raab to have this sudden change and it seemed like Raab more than anything is afraid of new changes with the cheers and most importantly with the new staff coming in to help around the headquarters, but it wasn't the sort of help Raab expected. In fact, he'd been training a lot less than often which in a way is good for Henry regarding Raab's health, but when it came to his mind, it wasn't.

As they are inside of the gym right now by themselves, training normally as usual, but there's a lot of tension with Raab, making everyone hate him at this point where Samuel wasn't getting any time with Raab at all since their win which is weird it's come to Raab's mind now. Now it's consuming his life to tackle this while Raab lifts up weights above his head with share anger on his face. Even Goth has given up on trying to calm Raab down as he clearly wasn't listening to anybody.

Samuel was also training a well, but he needed a lot of stamina work yet again, something that of course was always a problem that Raab knew Samuel is working extremely hard on. Although Raab was still getting boos from the amateur MMA ranks lately as he's been talked about moving to another amateur MMA place somewhere in Canada that do both America and Canada regions of MMA fighting.

Raab grants with anger, shaking and boiling full of it and the fact is Samuel knows what happens with Raab if he starts losing his temper once again as he shakes his head, being disgusted with the cheers in wrestling and the woman coming into the gym to do some cleaning . It mentally affected Raab big time as he shouts this.

Lord Raab: “FUCK EVERY SINGLE MOTHERFUCKING PERSON ON THIS EARTH.”

He didn't have any idea what's going to happen in SCW regarding his status as there's been a few occasions where Raab has almost refused to wrestle because of the cheers he's been getting. Henry at times had to force Raab to wrestle. Suddenly, the woman who was hired to be at Raab's gym walked in to clean the blood up, but Raab saw the shoes and places the weights down after doing his one hundredth rep and dashes over to her and beats the living hell out of her with screams and shouts all throughout the gym as he speaks.

Lord Raab: “You and the rest of the world are making me fucking weak.”

He immediately throws her in the ring with one arm and he removes his gloves, not caring in the world for what rule he breaks as he lays in the punches over and over again, screaming for his life because he just could not take a female worker being there with him. He hated women more than anything which he felt is the main reason why he can never be cheered for in the wrestling business.

He quickly gets out the ring and brings in a sledgehammer, an object that's forbidden to use in the wrestling ring, but Raab just doesn't care as he smirks and gets into the ring with it and as soon as Samuel gets off the bike and dashes out, he hits the woman with the hammer, feeling so good with himself as he picked a steel chair up and smashes it across the female worker's head, having no insurance to cover her for the damages Raab made as he smashes her head with a chair so many times that Henry dashes in along with the security guards to drag Raab out of the ring yet again because of his hatred for women and people alike around him.

The guards sees Raab's anger go to an extreme points of hell that they quickly pinned him down and zapped him with a stun gun on the side of his rib cage for him to pass out. They feel it was the only way to calm Raab down and since he was pretty much knocked out, the guards handcuffed Raab and left him on the floor for a bit and one of the guards speaks.

Security guard: “I've never seen Raab that angry in my life. Has this woman who done what she did affected his life with this pure rage at all?”

Henry Losak: “Yes a lot has to do with it and it's not the only thing. It's also because of the amount of cheers as well. Goth, Samuel and I have tried to tell him many times that it's only because he and Samuel took out Drake Green and Drake turning his back against the fans, but he just won't listen. He just can't get comfortable with it. That extreme anger he processes isn't Raab's normal type of anger.”

Security guard: “Really?”

Henry Losak: “I've worked with Raab for a long time and I know the difference between his normal anger and his other anger. This other anger is the one you saw and it's called fear anger. He doesn't show it very often, but when he does, he's just so uncontrollable that nobody can do anything about it, except zapping him with the stun gun.”

Samuel even goes on the floor and tries to revive Raab, but he couldn't as he instead goes to sit down on the bench, crying his years out which left concern on the guard's face, not knowing the realities of Raab and Samuel of how close they are. While Raab's still passed out, Henry rushes and sees Samuel in tears as Henry looks at him to speak.

Henry Losak: “It's alright Sam. He'll be up soon trust me. He just needs to get used to changes around him and I'm gonna tell him about his opponent and this thing you know about when he wakes up. Funny enough, the appointment is on Friday and it's something Raab really needs to do.”

Security guard: “Yeah, there's nothing to worry about dude.”

Henry Losak: “I know it's weird to see Samuel cry, but Samuel and Raab are very close. In fact, they are married to one another hence why anything happens to Raab, Samuel cries because it's the love he has for him and Raab at times doesn't realise that. He doesn't show love to Samuel in front of me because he's a afraid of other people seeing it which is another reason why he gets these outbursts too. Raab may look strong, but he's actually a very weak monster and that's what concerns me.”

The security guard nods and he goes over to the other guards to talk about what Henry said about Raab's relationship with Samuel and the fears of the cheers and the female worker who's just getting up and a few moments later, Raab started to wake up and gets up in a wobble, looking around to see where he is as he places his hands on his mask as Henry immediately sees the sledgehammer which he quickly takes out of the ring  as he tells the guards to call for the ambulance to come and take the woman to the hospital as all, but one of them leaves the gym and speaks.

Henry Losak: “What the fuck do you think you are doing with this? I told you so many times not to u.................”

Lord Raab: “Like the amount of fucking times I've told you not to hire female workers in this place.”

Henry Losak: “I told you why I did just so you start overcoming you're fears of women. I've tried everything I could to stop you, but it seems like nothing works with you and I'm dragging your ass on Friday, not giving a damn in the world if you like this or not to sort this shit out because Goth, Samuel and I am sick and tired of you're behaviour lately.”

Lord Raab: “Oh and where's that? A fucking funeral? Oh please bury me with a shovel because I prefer to be in hell than in th..................................................”

Henry Losak: “No, you are going to get some fucking counselling for a few months every Friday afternoon. I got someone who's a professional at this sort of thing, even someone who's just as sick and demented as you because I know a nice working counsellor will not work in this situation.”

Raab stood back away from Henry, looking like he's lost for words which saw another sign of fear of having to see someone as he doesn't want help with anything as he felt he was strong and powerful, only it was Henry who saw too many weaknesses in the monster of Lord Raab. Even Goth and Samuel saw Raab's latest weaknesses and Henry walks over to Raab as he's placing his knees up on the floor, right to the corner of the room.

Henry Losak: “I really didn't want to do this Raab, but I had no choice. Don't worry, it's a man that's talking to you to get you some help because a woman at this stage is not suitable for you. I'm gonna come with you and I want you to express everything you'll say to the counsellor. No, I'm not gonna ban you from training this week because you have yourself a match against Despayre at My Bloody Valentine 2 Supershow which you need all the training you can get.”

Lord Raab: “Fine, I'll spend all day here tomorrow and bits today working out for the upcoming match and beat the life out of Despayre, that fucking man child who has someone speak every single shit for him.”

Henry Losak: “I know you'll be kicking and screaming on Friday, but it's for you're own good and you will learn a thing or two about a few things you don't know how to do. Now I'm gonna leave you and Samuel to train as I got some paperwork to do and guard, you may release Raab from his handcuffs to let him train.”

Henry knew there's a gauntlet match for the SCW World title that Raab could take part in as well, but he preferred not to tell him because Lord Raab needed to get his mind straight after the anger explosions recently and having two matches will just make things worse. Plus he knew how bad Goth wanted to be in the match as well so therefore, it was best for Raab to only focus on Despayre.

The ambulance came and ran towards the beaten and battered woman in the ring as Samuel got into the ring and picked her up to gently place her on the stretcher as the other medics are in there already and they tape her up and they slide the stretcher to the other side of the ring and carry her out to the ambulance van and take her away to help her recover from her injuries as Raab continues to lift weights and Samuel building his stamina up for the rest of the day before they stop training at 2 in the morning to hold each other's hands and walked back to their own apartment together.

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Counselling session. Las Vegas, Nevada. Friday 5th February.

For the first time in a very long time, Raab is out of his home when it's not a wrestling match or an amateur MMA fight as Henry knew it was a struggle of Raab kicking and screaming to get in the counselling room and it was all going to be about Raab and his life which he rarely every talks about with people. Henry knew it was something Raab needed to do. He needed to be here because Henry never ever sees Raab doing anything nice for people and besides, he clearly needs to get over his fears of women and the cheers from the wrestling crowd.

Henry was mostly looking at the counsellor who's really ugly with an old and a sick demented face and knew Raab was a perfect example of someone who looks like he's struggling to cope with life, even if he wants to run away from his personal life every single day outside of Samuel. Of course it's also the first time Henry let Samuel be in the gym on his own as he hadn't trusted him with that before.

It's a first for everything as Raab sits away from the counsellor, feeling actually quite frightened to talk about his battles of his fears of women and even people in a way too except for Goth. He seemed like he wanted to sit away from the counsellor called Steven Qivers as it states on the name tag on the badge he had to wear and he begins to speak.

Steven Qivers: “Are you Markus Raab or is it that masked man?”

Henry Losak: “Yeah, it's that masked man over there. Hey Markus, come over here now.”

Steven Qivers: “Everything is going to be alright Markus. Please let us talk about you're issues.”

Raab at this point gulped as he decides very slowly to move his chair forward to Steven and next to Henry who sees Raab already looking very worried and Steven sees already about Raab's body language and he can tell how feared Markus was when it came to meeting new people outside the wrestling ring and Steven looks at Henry and Markus to speak.

Steven Qivers: “I can see this man is a very dangerous person, but is a very weak one.”

Lord Raab: “YOU CALLING ME FUCKING WEAK PERSON? I'LL SHOW YOU HOW WEAK I AM MOTHERFUCKER.”

Raab rushes over and strangles Steven who's just as strong as Raab is and Henry shakes his head, seeing how over defensive he is for things like that as Henry speaks.

Henry Losak: “Raab stop it. He's trying to help you.”

Steven Qivers: “It's alright, I can handle him.”

Steven forcefully places his hand on Raab where he's strangling to a point where Steven strangles Raab, even up to the wall until he spoke to him.

Steven Qivers: “I'm only doing this so you'll calm the fuck down Raab.”

It was a hard job to keep Markus calm and he eventually did as Raab slowly took his arm away from Steven's neck as so does he with Raab's neck as they are huffing and puffing out of breath before they take their seats to sit back down and Steven sees a lot of weaknesses with Raab, including interaction with other people as he speaks.

Steven Qivers: “I'm sorry Markus. I'm just speaking like it is that you don't seem to be a very strong when it comes to interacting with people. Please don't attack me when I say this, but you are scared and I can read psychotic minds and I know you've been having a lot of difficulties getting over you're past, haven't you?”

Lord Raab: “Don't be fucking stupid, I'm feeling fine well for now at least.”

Steven Qivers: “Raab, be honest with me because from how you are reacting to things, something bad happened in the past didn't it? Please, you have to tell me on why you have so much hate for the world and so much I hate to say it fear. I mean you're a monster and you should not have fears with people.”

Henry Losak: “Actually to be fair, he hasn't got fears with men which is completely fine with them, it's women he's afraid of.”

Steven writes the notes down of Lord Raab's fears with women and the cheers of the fans he's getting recently and he notices a lot more fears in Raab than he first thought as it's clear as day that he just wanted to hate the world for whatever has gone on in his past life and hoping to get it sorted and he speaks.

Steven Qivers: “Oh, that's a whole another story. I don't think I need to ask and I apologise if I do, but did a woman in anyway hurt you when you was younger?”

Lord Raab: “Yes.”

He said it very softly before he goes into a full out rage, yelling from the top of his voice to say this.

Lord Raab: “I GOT FUCKING RAPED ALRIGHT?”

Steven sees that being the real reason why Markus is just so scared of women because of his past rape with a woman and it explained everything as to why Raab just couldn't cope with the cheers from the crowd, especially he heard women cheering him and for the first time ever, it was so hard that Steven sees what Markus is hiding and he talks to Henry about it.

Steven Qivers: “He needs so much help. You see, when a man covers his face like that or in this case his mask, it means he's emotionally torn up and it means he's crying.”

Henry Losak: “Raab crying? No, this can't be true.”

Steven Qivers: “What? You telling me you've never seen him cry?”

Henry Losak: “No I haven't and if you are telling me the truth, wow you know. I don't think Samuel's seen him cry either and they are a married couple too.”

Steven Qivers: “The reason why he married Samuel is because it makes him stronger and not showing any signs of weakness. He knows Samuel can't control him and there's love there between the two, just Markus is afraid of showing it in front of everyone and literally afraid everything new, including the cheers from the crowd.”

Usually Raab would take Steven down again, but he was too emotionally upset to even go for him right now and it's a first time someone has broke Raab down in tears and it took a lot for Raab to cry and Henry knows there's been a few occasions that Raab has attempted suicide and Raab speaks a bit more about that day.

Lord Raab: “This woman used a knife on my ribs which I got fucking stabbed on my rib and almost cut my penis off along with her spitting and boxing us with her fist while she was drunk. I was tied up with my hands behind my back and even taped my mouth up. Me and my twin brother were beaten and ripped to shreds, even having sex with us while we were drugged up. I knew I couldn't like any fucking women after that and I couldn't even talk or like my fucking asshole brother either. I just don't like people and I just need to be angry because I got pushed around far too much a....................”

Steven Qivers: “That's why you are scared of women. I completely understand Markus, but you have to move on from the incident and realise not all women are that bad Markus. It's the hatred you have that boils inside of you, making yourself wanting to be a maniac in the ring and in MMA world and you feel the only way to solve you're problems is to fight and piss people off and seriously hurt them for their blood.”

Henry Losak: “So what about this wrestling cheers thing, how can I get Raab to not be so angry?”

Steven knew it was a very hard question to answer as it was more or less what will happen after that and Steven knew Raab is a very angry, dangerous and horrible human being and it's his past life that made him that way. It caused a lot of harm in Raab and he has noticed some marks on Raab's neck from the past attempt along with the cut of the wrist as well.

Steven Qivers: “That depends on him. He's used to the world hating him because of how he views the world and there's marks of his suicidal attempts from almost ending his life because it's affected him very heavily. Markus doesn't know how to react to things like that and it's why he gets angry because it's the only way to react to cheers since he doesn't have a clue how to be nice to someone.”

Henry Losak: “But he's nice to me, Samuel and Goth...................................Well at times.”

Steven Qivers: “That's because he's so scared of being judged, same with his married relationship with Samuel as well. He needs a ton of help how to trust people and being friendly to them as well. The only way he can do that is by having him seeing how you and Samuel talk t.........................”

Henry Losak: “But he won't go out anywhere. Every time I ask him, he says no.”

Steven writes that down as well along with what Raab said earlier as it was to a point that Raab wasn't even talking cos of how emotional he is from what he said and Henry never saw Markus cry once, but he certainly did today and once Raab stopped crying, he charged towards Steven again and tried to take him down, but Steven stops his tracks and speaks.

Steven Qivers: “Stop Markus. We know you are af...............”

Raab went to punch Steven as he easily got a knife from his pocket and places it in Raab's eye as he backed away slowly from Steven and Henry knew this was no joke and he waits for Raab to calm down before he places it in his pocket as he speaks again.

Steven Qivers: “He's afraid of being social. I can see in Raab's eyes just how much he's wanting to hurt his opponent, what's his name again?”

Henry Losak: “Despayre”

Steven Qivers: “Yes that's right and he smells blood right now and wants to use the anger on Despayre because it's his only way out of life. Yes I sense the help he'll be needing and it's going to take time for him to get used to the cheers because he's never dealt with people supporting him or even being liked anywhere for that matter. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to do a six month course on this with Markus because he is someone I want to change.”

Steven wants to work with Raab a lot more on helping him change his behaviour slightly as he is not someone you can change overnight on changing anything. It's just consumed his life up and writes every piece of information down and he knew what he had to do and Raab while the man is writing speaks.

Lord Raab: “I'm gonna squeeze the life out of Despayre with my own hands, choking on his own blood to bleed and become more violent than ever before. I hate man children like that teddy bear prick and throwing him into a pile of thumb tacks to stab his body to bleed all over his weak frigile body.”

Steven Qivers: “Seems like violence with weapons is a problem too which from what Markus said, he uses weapons on people because of what he's witnessed in his past.”

Henry Losak: “What can I do?”

Steven Qivers: “I think you need to keep an eye on him and try to get him focus on other things asides from wrestling and MMA. I know you've tried and I know he has a match against Despayre coming up, but he needs a lot of encouragement to go out and to interact with the world with many things Raab is missing out on. I want to have one to one time with Raab next Friday. You can come along, but you have to sit outside cos me and Raab need to chat alone together. I'll let you both leave.”

Henry Losak: “Thank you.”

Henry shakes hands with Steven as Raab immediately walks out of the room, refusing to even look at the man because he doesn't know any manners and Raab is relieved as hell because he knew he can be himself again and speaks to Henry.

Lord Raab: “No way I'm going back there, I'm gonna train and train until I rip the life out of Despayre in that ring on that Supershow.”

Henry Losak: “You have to and I'm making sure of it.”

That's all Henry had to say as he and Raab walked back to their private headquarters and Raab went straight down to the gym and done some practice wrestling matches with the top wrestlers of the future up and coming wrestlers on the block for almost twelve straight hours with a brief break of a drink before getting back into action and fight until Raab got tired and he walked straight back to his apartment and goes to sleep with Samuel next to him.

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A malicious man child beating time ustream.com shoot.

“Yes this match against the man child is rather pathetic I think because honestly, what an earth do I have against this guy? Nothing, that's what other than him being just exactly that. How old is this guy for Christ sake? Jesus, who knows a wrestler who carries around a fucking teddy bear in the ring? That's one softie for you, people who are exactly making me feel like that recently. It's bullshit. Why do I have to be cheered? What by Samuel beating Drake Green who turned out to be an hypocrite? By Samuel injuring Drake to the side lines when it was his duty as an animal to do so? Fuck that. Let me make this loud and clear to you worthless fans who root for me, keep you're cheers to yourself and boo the fuck out of me. I don't want you're support, I don't want you're fan mail sent to my address because I just rip it up and most of all, I don't want you're fucking autographs or pictures taken with you pricks because you are a waste of fucking time.

Not like how Despayre would do all of those things with his stupid fans and his attention seeking backstage shit with Mikah who is still champion because of having no real competition and she's not that great in the ring. She's a laughing stock attention seeking whore. I'm surprised you two don't go out with each other and date, considering how close you both are lately. I don't give a shit lately about SCW because of these god damn cheers.

Trying to move on from that because I spoke enough about that. Yeah OK so I haven't given credit yet to you and in a way, you do deserve it unlike some irrelevant wrestlers around here like Sean Jackson who's a piece of fucking shit as a champion along with being a laughing stock as well who tries to play mind games, only he's shit at that and then Travis Nathaniel Andrews who after loss after loss gets a title shot. Well fucking done guys handing a wrestler a title shot that's not even earned.

Same could be said about me and Samuel with the tag title shots, but the fact is at that time, we've had two wins and even beaten the former tag champs they were at the time. Anyway I'm sorry Despayre for ignoring you, but let me think what to say to you here, considering you've had a mixed results wagon here. You've won against Kris Halc who I've knocked out in my first match against him a year ago, defeated him again with other opponents of CJ Sharpe, Steve Ramone who I've beaten before, Jin Watanabe and a guy I worked with before Chris Shields to be king for one night on the recent Climax Control and I didn't know about this until Henry told me after the match that you placed Samuel in a tag match with me against Travis and Drake.

I have to thank you for that because Samuel was getting pissed on not competing together as a team. You've also defeated Gabriel Asar and Steve Ramone in you're recent matches as well which is pretty impressive because you've not lost a match since the time you faced against that overrated monster pretender Sean Jackson who's a worthless piece of shit to this company. Yeah I think you do have skills to defeat me with you're speed being slightly stronger than my wrestling abilities and can't ignore that you've won some SCW titles in the past right?

Yes you have with the tag team titles with three of you're stable buddies of Gabriel, Rage and Big B and the Internet title. OK so you had somewhat some success since you came into SCW since practically from the day it opened. Pretty impressive I have to say dude. As I said in ring wise, I do find you someone that's got a lot of talent and taking you seriously as an in ring wrestler because I may not hate you as much as New Supremacy or anybody in the back for that matter, but you have talent dude.

But notice how I said I take you seriously as an in ring wrestler? Yep because what you do outside of the ring, makes this business a complete fucking joke, especially the recent interactions with Mikah like what the fuck is that dude? Honest to god you are one stupid pathetic man child and I'm gonna keep calling you that because you are one and there's nothing you can do about it. Oh people meant to like you for you're stupid behaviour in this business that you are meant to be an entertainer?

Give me a fucking break Despayre because you are making wrestling like a fucking comedy show and this is not the place to do it pal. This is Sin City Wrestling, not Sin City Comedy night or some bullshit like that and this isn't a place where people mock and laugh at you for bringing a fucking teddy bear called Angel nevertheless. I bet you have action figures or something like that around you're house right? I wouldn't be surprised because you are not a real wrestler as much as it breaks to everyone's fucking hearts out there which I hope I am because that's my tensions to. Good thing about this match is I'm facing a guy who's so like around here that makes me want to be hated so bad.

HAHA, the type of match I've wanted for a long time to tell you the truth asides from the Bodies match to rip you fucking apart and to cut that head off the teddy you've carried round since forever and I consider you the biggest baby out of the lot. I heard you talking to Sean Jackson about me a while ago and I know you didn't really say anything bad, but me and you never met so of course you have been off the radar for me, more so when you've practically done nothing other than beating some stars who aren't competition for you. I've faced Drake Green and The Bodies who were compared to Kris Halc, Gabriel Asar, Steve Ramone and all the other worthless cunts you've faced.

You are facing one of the biggest dogs of the pack dude and it's time you ought to prove yourself as to why those wins are somehow much better than the win against Drake and the loss against The Bodies who are better than you in the ring. Plus, what's with all these idiots speak for you in you're videos on talking about the match? Seems you are unable to do that, considering we can hear you speak towards wrestlers on the shows, but can't simply do it on camera. I won't say you have speech difficulties, but you are mother fucking stupid for not having the balls to address me directly. Oh go ahead and say Samuel doesn't have balls, but the difference is he can't speak.

Also I'm meant to be so scared of you right? HA, don't make me laugh, considering you are the odd member out of The Seven Deadly Sins because compared them to you, you aren't fitting for that stable and I'm surprised that's still around, since we haven't heard much of you're team recently, apart from Rage's return to SCW, but where's all the others? Either hiding or too chicken to come out and face me. I'm not buying into this whole deadly sins business at all because you fucks aren't deadly to me. In fact, I'm far more deadly than all of you combined.

Especially you Despayre who says oh I'm a violent wrestler in the ring which again is a lot of bullshit, considering you are a laughing act to this business. Real violent wrestlers beat the whole shit out of everyone in their way, causing them to bleed everywhere in the ring and get themselves knocked out which is not what Despayre does. Oh no, he prefers to go highflying to do stunts on a turnbuckle. I mean I know you have taken part in violent matches, but that's only because you had to, not wanting to. Every single violent match I've had, I've always wanted to be violent and dangerous because all I can about is hurting the fuck out of you, ripping you're bones to pieces.

so jetzt mehr mit diesem Zorn habe ich auf das kommende Spiel aufgebaut. Wie ich gelesen habe auf, stach Sie ein Kind mit einem Bleistift? Wow, wie erstaunlich, wenn man bedenkt ich eine Tonne von Menschen im Gefängnis zu stechen und es war, weil mein Leben auf der verdammten Linie Kumpel war, und ich habe mit einem Messer erstochen zu bekommen, während ich Zeit habe. Ja ich ein ganzes Jahr getan dort mit gequetschten und gebrochenen Rippen und einem blauen Auge alle innerhalb der Male, die ich im Gefängnis war, und ich habe dort die Hälfte der Gefangenen geschlagen, der hatte mich kämpfen gegen sie fast jeden Tag ohne Waffen. Versuchen Sie, dass für die Größe auf zugewandt gegen einen ehemaligen Häftling, der alles getan hat.

Sie sind kein psychisch kranke Patienten oder Sie handeln, wie es im Vergleich zu mir, die Menschen verletzt genießt auf und vernichten sie mit Fäusten und Füßen. Im Gegensatz zu Ihnen, versuchen ich nicht, etwas zu ändern, wer ich bin, und auch wenn die Menschen in den Rücken versuchen, so hart zu, dann ist es ja gar nicht, weil ich immer ein selbsthass selbst zentriert verdammtes Arschloch wie alle deutschen Ringer sein sollte sein gegenüber Kanadier wie Sie selbst. Ich Sie fast ein Amerikaner genannt, aber was für einen Unterschied kann ich feststellen, zwischen einem amerikanischen und kanadischen, außer wenn sie ein Französisch Akzent? Other than that, gibt es nicht viel Unterschied zwischen den beiden, wenn euch alle genau gleich handeln. Diese Menschen, die Sie hängen herum mit sind oder waren viel heftiger und besser Ringer als Sie und in der Tat sollte die Monstimals sein abgesehen von dieser Mannschaft.

Weil wir, dass tödliche, dass wir alle über Hardcore-Spiele sind und die Zerschlagung der Hölle aus unserer Gegner wie Drake gelitten. Das ist, was wir am besten können, und wir leben unser Name Monster und Tiere in den Ring zu sein, die die meisten Menschen nicht, warum ich das Team die Monstimals an erster Stelle genannt. Oh, ich bin so verängstigt von Synn, dass ich weg besser laufen. Oh sei nicht dumm, weil ich in den Ring nicht, dass jemand zu fürchten, auch wenn Sie Hündin schwache Mannschaft kommen zu stören sind.

Ficken bringen sie alle nieder, weil die Art, wie ich das Gefühl habe mit den Fans hinter mir zu sein, macht mich körperlich krank zu meinem Magen, ich muss aus diesen Zorn zu lassen und der Welt zeigen, dass ich Herrn Raab wird die Ringer jeder sollte betraten und zwischen uns beide, es tut genau das genau das, und es ist viel besser als ein Titelmatch, weil ich die Chance, sich selbst wieder zu erhalten, anstatt eine Menge für mich Verwurzelung gegenüber, die anstelle von Ihnen sein wird. Ich will wieder ausgepfiffen zu werden, und obwohl ich vor ein paar Wochen war ich nicht mehr hören, dass müssen.

>>>>>>Subtitle captions on ustream.com>>>>>> More so now with this anger I've built up towards the upcoming match. As I read on, you stabbed a kid with a pencil? Wow, how amazing, considering I had to stab a ton of people in prison and it was because my life was on the fucking line pal and I did get stabbed with a knife while I did time. Yeah I done a whole year in there with bruised and broken ribs and a black eye all within the times I was in prison and I've beaten half of the prisoners in there who had me fight against them nearly every single day without weapons. Try that for size on facing against a former prisoner who's done it all.

You aren't a mentally ill patient or you don't act like it compared to me who enjoys to hurt people and crush them with my fists and feet. Unlike you, I don't try to change anything as to who I am and even though people in the back are trying so hard to, it's not gonna work because I will always be a self hating self centred fucking asshole like all German wrestlers should be towards Canadians like yourself. I almost called you an American, but what difference can I tell between an American and Canadian, except if they have a French accent? Other than that, there's not much difference between the two when all of you act exactly the same. These people you hang around with are or were much violent and better wrestlers than you and in fact, The Monstimals should be apart of that team.

Because we are that deadly that we are all about hardcore matches and smashing the hell out of our opponents like Drake suffered. That's what we do best and we live our name to being monsters and animals in the ring which most people don't get why I called the team The Monstimals in the first place. Oh, I'm so scared of Synn that I better run away. Oh don't be silly because I don't fear anybody in that ring, even if you're bitch weak team come to interfere.

Fucking bring them all down because the way I've been feeling with the fans being behind me, making me physically sick to my stomach, I need to let that anger out and show the world that I'm Lord Raab is the wrestler everyone should boo and between the both of us, it does exactly just that and it's much better than a title match because I get the chance to become myself again, rather than facing a crowd rooting for me which will instead be of you. I want to be booed again and although I was a couple of weeks ago, I no longer have to hear that.

I will not become weak for you pathetic fans and fight only for myself in this case since I know Goth will be doing the same with his match against the pathetic worthless Sean Jackson. I just crave for violence and inflicting pain on weak joke sons of bitches like yourself out of the ring that is because you've done nothing to convince me of you being violent towards anybody in the ring and we'll see on this pathetic Super show who's the most violent wrestler out of the two of us because I prove it each and every single match, not even Henry speak for me because he'd know I kick the living shit out of him if he spoke for me.

I'm gonna beat on this kid like a pit bull dog would tear a mother fucking cat from limb to limb to put in a kill to the cat well, it's almost exactly like that, except the only thing ripped apart is Despayre's bones and scars plastered on his body as well, not giving a damn in the world if this match is a normal match or not, I will find a way to fuck you're head up with my own hands, knees, elbows and feet even if it came to it. I'll leave things here for now man child and time to fucking grow up and be a man for once in you're pathetic life.”

[Christian Underwood]

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