The past several weeks have brought the return of many familiar superstars to Sin City Wrestling. Shortly before My Bloody Valentine, we all saw the return of Eric Steel, Ethan Alexander and Rage, though Eric Steel’s and Ethan Alexander’s returns were short lived and immediately following My Bloody Valentine, both men had suddenly left SCW. And the Blast From The Past tournament has also brought with it several returning stars of it’s own.
Derek Thorne, Spike Staggs, Amanda Cortez and the man that Rage will have to face this week, Lucian Frost. Every single superstar that has return recently had been gone from SCW for quite some time, and aside from Spike Staggs, no one knows what any of these men, or woman in Amanda Cortez’s case, has been up to. Although in Rage’s case, he had said when he left SCW after Inception at the beginning of last year, that he was leaving for personal reasons...to find answers about his and his brother’s troubled childhoods.
But since returning, we’ve yet to find out if Rage had found those answers. Did he accomplish what he set out to do? Did he find the truth about what had happened when he was ten years old and led to changing his entire life? Because Rage had finally returned to the SCW and the six-sided ring, we can only assume that he did, indeed, learn the truth. But what effect, if any, did it have on Rage and his brother? That all remains to be seen, but one thing is absolutely clear.
The Rage we’re all seeing now, is not the same Rage from one year ago.
Sunday May 10th, 2015
Las Vegas, Nevada
Two months after Inception
It has been a slow few months for Rage. Upon returning to Las Vegas after Inception, Rage had only planned on taking a couple of weeks to relax before setting out on his search for the truth. Well, a couple of weeks has now turned into four months as Rage has yet to start his search. Phillip was apparently in no hurry, either, as he has not once bugged Rage about anything.
It’s a gorgeous day in Las Vegas and Rage has decided to have a little cookout. Well, little is a relative term when it comes to the members of the Seven Deadly Sins, and since Sin City Wrestling is currently on their week long break following Mayhem In Morocco, most everyone was back in Vegas for a little R & R. And I say most everyone because two faces are noticeably absent.
Phil: So how are Gabriel and his family doing?
Phillip is just stepping back out onto the patio after heading inside to get a few things. He walks over to the grill where Rage is checking on the various items that are cooking away. Synn takes it upon himself to answer Phillip’s question.
Synn: Doing their best to adjust to having a newborn at home. I spoke with Gabriel today. He sounded pretty exhausted but enjoying fatherhood.
Phillip nods and he hands some barbeque sauce over to Rage. Rage lifts the lid of the grill and puts some of the sauce over some chicken. Synn’s housekeeper, and family member in her own right, Theresa, walks out of Rage’s house, carrying a large bowl in her hands. Rage takes one look at her and shakes his head.
Rage: Theresa, what are you doing? Phil, get that bowl from her, would ya?
Phillip quickly approaches Theresa, taking the bowl from her hands. Theresa smiles and she looks at Rage as he was just looking out for her. Ever since her heart attack two months ago, Rage was making more of an effort to make sure she takes it easy.
Theresa: Thank you, Phillip. And Rage, I was perfectly fine carrying that bowl, but thank you for your concern.
Rage: I told you you’re a guest in this house so just sit down and relax. Put your feet up. Phil, this food will be done shortly. You mind heading inside and getting everything else?
Phillip nods and is just about to head inside, but Synn stands up from his chair and looks at Rage.
Synn: Actually Rage do you have a minute? I have something I need to speak to you about inside. It’ll only take a minute and we can bring everything else out then.
Rage raises an eyebrow curiously, but he closes the lid on the grill.
Kittie: Uh oh, peanut head is in trouble!
Rage darts his attention over to Kittie. She’s sitting along the edge of the pool with her feet in the water. Shane and Fantasia are enjoying the hot tub and they let out a couple of laughs themselves.
Rage: Hey Kittie, weren’t you supposed to be keeping Despayre occupied?
Kittie looks confused for a moment but when Rage points past her, she turns to see Angel propped on a floaty device in the pool. Despayre is nowhere to be see, but he’s about to make a splashing appearance.
Despayre: CANNONBALL!
SPLASH! Despayre jumps into the pool, sending a wave of water splashing all over Kittie. She lets out a scream and Rage lets out a loud laugh and shakes his head. He turns around and pats his brother on the shoulder.
Rage: Keep an eye on the food, Phil. I’ll be right back.
Phillip nods and takes his place in front of the grill while Rage follows behind Synn and the two head back inside Rage’s house. Once inside, Synn is standing by the island in the center of the kitchen, but Rage’s eyes dart to a large manila envelope right by his hands.
Synn: I have some information for you, Rage.
Rage: Yeah I gathered that from the envelope right in front of you. What’s going on?
Synn keeps his hands on top of the envelope, but he doesn’t hand it over to Rage yet. Rage walks around the island so he’s looking directly at Synn.
Synn: I wasn’t sure if you were aware, but you’ve already been on leave of absence for four months already.
Rage nods.
Rage: Yeah, I know. What’s your point?
Synn: How long were you planning on taking off for?
Rage shrugs, and Synn frowns as he has been known to express how much he dislikes anyone shrugging their shoulders.
Rage: I don’t really know. Look, Synn, if that’s a new contract for SCW in that envelope, don’t even bother. I told you I’m not even sure if I’ll go back anyway.
Synn: It’s not a new contract, Rage. You’re entitled to do as you please, but as your manager I’d like to see you return one day.
Rage’s eyes dart to the envelope. He should have known it wasn’t a new contract because it was too thin to be holding such an important document.
Rage: Okay. So if it’s not a contract, then what is it?
Rage looks back up at Synn just as Synn slides the envelope forward towards him. Rage takes it, but he doesn’t open it right away. Instead, he waits for Synn to explain.
Synn: You can open that anytime you wish. If you wish to do so, anyway. I was under the impression you were going to start searching for that doctor of yours from when you were a child, but you have yet to do so. That envelope has all the information I found on him.
Rage’s eyes widen for a moment and he slowly sets the envelope down on the counter and just stares at it.
Rage: Wait...what? How did you even know…?
Synn: As if you really need to ask such a question? I remember you mentioning his name once before. I was only going to get involved if you asked, but as more time went by and you hadn’t done anything yet, I thought I would offer this much to you. Consider it an early birthday present if you like, but as I said, you can do whatever you wish with that information.
Rage is left speechless for a moment, but the patio door opening steals his attention away.
Phil: Hey, bro. The food is ready.
Rage: We’ll be right out.
Phillip disappears back outside and Rage just lets out a sigh.
Rage: Thanks, Synn. I appreciate it. Honestly, I’ve been mulling everything over in my head a lot longer than I anticipated. The whole situation just pisses me off everytime I sit down to think about it which is why I put it off for so long.
Synn: Understandable. But you deserve closure, Rage. You and Phillip. You need to know the truth about what happened, but it is ultimately your decision. That envelope might lead you to those answers.
Rage: Do you even know what is inside?
Synn shakes his head.
Synn: No. I figured it was information you would share if and when you wanted to. Anyway, we best get outside before the food burns.
Rage nods and he leaves the envelope on the counter. He and Synn gather all of the plates, utensils and condiments they need before the head back over to the patio door. Synn steps out first, with Rage following behind him. Everyone has gathered around the table now ready to eat. Even a now dripping wet Despayre, but no one seems to put up a fuss as they all sit down to enjoy their meal.
Sunday March 6th
Eureka, California
Following Climax Control
The final first round matches of the first round of the Blast From The Past tournament have come to a close following tonight’s Climax Control in Eureka, California. Four more teams advanced, including Rage and Samantha Marlowe who battled it out in a tough match against Lord Raab and Gothika. In the end, the World Bombshell Champion proved to be too much for Gothika, and Sam pinned Gothika to move herself and Rage into Round two. It wasn’t without it’s challenges, though, as Lord Raab nearly attacked Sam after the match. Thankfully, though, Rage kept to his word and came to Sam’s rescue as he tackled Lord Raab before he could harm Sam, but a brawl ensued shortly after.
After Rage and Lord Raab were finally separated and Sam was escorted safely to the backstage and away from Lord Raab, Kittie and Synn lead Rage backstage. And although Rage was one step closer to getting his shot at the World Heavyweight Championship, the fact that he even had to defend Sam in the first place was enough to put him in a bad mood for the rest of the night.
And now the show is finally over and the Superstars and Bombshells are gradually leaving the venue. Kittie, Synn, Despayre and Angel are all waiting just outside their locker room, ready to leave. Kittie has her arms folded across her chest with an impatient look on her face. She pounds her fist on the door and a loud growl comes from inside.
Kittie: What the fuck is taking you so long?! Damn!
Despayre: Swear jar!
Kittie quickly regrets her choice of words as she reaches into her pocket and pulls out some cash. Despayre snatches it from her hand when she holds it out to him and he tucks it into his pocket with a grin. Synn cracks a smile, too.
Kittie: Come on, Rage! We haven’t got all night!
The door suddenly swings open, and Rage steps out, standing next to Kittie. He glares down at her with his nostrils flared.
Rage: I told you guys to head on out without me, Kittie. Not my fault you decided to wait.
Synn: We are all on the same flight back to Las Vegas, Rage. What would the point in leaving separately be?
Rage: I actually just called and switched my ticket to tomorrow morning.
While Despayre has tuned himself out of this conversation and is instead talking something over with Angel, Kittie and Synn look highly confused. Kittie shakes her head.
Kittie: What? Why would you do that?
Rage: Because I talked to Phil a little while ago and he has Maddie over at the house right now, so I told him I’d stay here for another night.
Kittie: And what about me? You think they’ll get any privacy with me there?
Rage shrugs.
Rage: I didn’t really say anything about privacy, Kittie. But I don’t really feel like being kicked out of my own bed and to the couch again once we get home. I’d rather sleep in a shitty ass hotel room than sleep on that damn couch again.
He’s about to turn and walk down the opposite direction, but Kittie stops him again.
Kittie: Now where are you going?
Rage: Since when do I have to tell you my every move, Kittie? If you must know, I’m going to find Sam real quick and make sure she’s okay. You guys can head to the airport now.
Synn: He’s right, Kittie. If he’s not coming with us, we really should get going.
Kittie shakes her head and turns to Synn.
Kittie: You two go on ahead. If he’s not going back to Vegas tonight then I’ll just stay behind too.
A wicked grin appears on Rage’s face, knowing that he’s starting to get under Kittie’s skin. He wipes the grin off his face quickly when Kittie turns back around to face him, and he pretends to be annoyed. Synn notices this and just shakes his head.
Synn: If you say so. Come on Joshua.
Despayre waves to Kittie and Rage.
Despayre: Bye! Have fun with the rabbits!
Rage raises an eyebrow.
Rage: What? What are you talking about?
Despayre shrugs.
Despayre: I don’t know. Angel said you guys are gonna go at it with rabbits tonight.
Despayre looks confused for a moment as he “listens” to Angel closer this time.
Despayre: Oooh...He said go at it like rabbits! Whatever that means! Either way...have fun!
Synn shakes his head again and just cracks a small smile as Kittie and Rage are left speechless. Synn then leads Joshua out of the venue where the two head to the airport. Once they’re gone, Rage turns his attention back to Kittie, trying to look annoyed once again.
Rage: What’s your problem? I was sleeping on the couch all last week, and now suddenly you have to stay behind when I do?
Kittie: Yeah, because I don’t really feel like listening to Phil bang his girlfriend all night. Maddie is nice and all, but I don’t want to hear that.
Rage laughs and shakes his head.
Rage: Why? It’s only fair because of how many times we’ve put him through that.
Before kittie can respond, SCW reporter, Pussy Willow appears in front of them with her attention focused solely on Rage.
Pussy: Hello, Rage. Just the man I was hoping to find.
Rage: Not now, Pussy. I’m a little busy.
Pussy: I was just going to congratulate you on advancing to the second round as well as commend you for protecting Sam out there against Lord Raab.
Rage simply shrugs it off.
Rage: She’s my partner in this tournament. I have to have her back in this.
Kittie lets out a laugh.
Kittie: Yeah, and apparently watch it, too…
Rage glares at her for a moment, but he chooses to ignore that comment.
Rage: Anyway, speaking of Sam. I need to go find her before I leave.
Pussy: Oh, I’m sorry, Rage. She already left.
Rage: She did? Oh, well damn. I just wanted to make sure she was okay before I left.
Pussy: She seemed fine. I heard something about Cockney Party Plane with Ben Jordan and a few others.
Kittie again lets out a laugh, but she keeps quiet otherwise. Rage just nods.
Rage: Fair enough. What she does is her business. Anything else you need to bug me about or am I free to go?
Pussy: Actually, now that you mention it...I just heard the schedule for next week and it looks like your second round match is scheduled. Care to give me your thoughts on your match?
Rage raises an eyebrow.
Rage: No rest for the wicked, huh? Alright. Who are the unlucky bastards that me and Sam get to eliminate next week?
Pussy: Well, one of the men who returned tonight, actually. Lucian Frost and his partner Keira Fisher-Johnson.
Rage lets out a loud snorting laugh. He shakes his head, looking quite amused.
Rage: Was my laugh response enough or do you actually want my opinion on that?
Pussy: Well, I’m sure you’re quite confident, but I really would like to hear your opinion. Lucian’s return tonight was quite a surprise.
Rage: Surprise or not, it’s going to be really short-lived. I’m sure Lucian went and got his hopes up on getting a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship, but there’s not a damn person in this tournament who wants that shot more than I do. And he’s was unlucky enough to draw Keira Fisher-Johnson as his tag partner, so he really doesn’t stand a chance.
Pussy tilts her head to the side, confused.
Pussy: Why do you say that?
Rage: Why else wouldn’t I say it? She’s Keira Fisher-Johnson for fuck’s sake. I’m teaming with Sam Marlowe, the World Bombshell Champion. Keira’s been known to let her over-confidence get the best of her, and this match will be no different. Frost and Keira will be out of this tournament once me and Sam are through with them. It’s just a fact.
Pussy: But Keira is one half of the Bombshell Tag Team Champions right now. That has to account for something, doesn’t it?
Rage laughs and shakes his head.
Rage: Normally I’d say yes, but in her case, fuck no. Look, I really don’t feel like standing here and wasting my time. I’ll say whatever else I need to say later this week before the match. Until then, why don’t you take them fake tits and ass of yours and just walk away?
Pussy Willow lets out a sigh and she shakes her head.
Pussy: And here I thought your attitude had actually changed. Thanks anyway, Rage. Good luck next week. And it was nice seeing you again, Kittie.
Kittie barely acknowledges Pussy Willow, but she turns her attention towards her just as Pussy turns around and starts walking away. As soon as she does, Rage’s eyes drift towards her backside, and Kittie can’t believe it. She steps in front of Rage blocking his view of Pussy Willow’s ass, and she folds her arms across her chest.
Rage: What?
Rage stops himself from smiling as he reads the annoyed look on Kittie’s face. Kittie stays silent for a long while before she suddenly just jumps into Rage’s arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a wild kiss on his lips! Rage stumbles back against the wall, but he holds onto Kittie as the two share a steamy kiss. After a few moments, Kittie pulls her head away and looks Rage dead in his eyes.
Kittie: You’ve been doing that shit to make me jealous, haven’t you?
He grins and raises an eyebrow.
Rage: And it’s been working like a fucking charm…
Kittie: You’re such an asshole!
The two start kissing once again, as a few people walk past them, staring at them and sharing a few laughs. But they ignore them as they get caught up in the heat of the moment and crash through the locker room door, and the scene fades away.
I had a sneaking suspicion before last week that Frost was one of the mystery guys that signed up for this tournament. Don’t take that as me trying to say that I know everything and anything, but...in years past, Frost has always been one to surround himself off of mystery and shit. It’s just his deal, so of course I’d peg him as one of the mystery guys. And lo and behold, my suspicions were confirmed when that creepy bastard made his return last Sunday.
Now, unlike my opponent last week, Lord Raab, Lucian Frost actually has a reason to brag about shit. He can actually walk around, talking about his accomplishments, and have it mean shit around here. Lucian Frost is a man who CAN be a challenge, because he has been. Lord Raab...not so much because just like last week, he lets that supposed anger of his get the best of him and he makes mistakes. That’s where he and I are very different.
Frost...he’s one talented son of a bitch. He was the inaugural Roulette Champion and he held the tag team titles twice. Guy is about half my size, but like Despayre, he’s quick as hell and he knows what he has to do.
But that doesn’t mean it’ll work against me this week. That doesn’t mean that just because HE knows what to do, that his tag team partner does. You see, Lucian Frost is teamed with one of the strangest bitches I’ve ever seen, and if you ask me...she’ll be the fucking downfall of that team.
Keira Fisher-Johnson...the outspoken, flirtacious slut wife of Roxi Johnson. Normally the thought of any lesbian is enough to get any male to pitch a tent, if ya catch my drift, but Keira Fisher? Fuuuuuck that. That’s one nasty, talentless bitch.
But, Rage, she holds one half of the Bombshell Tag Team Champions...I don’t give a fuck! Only reason Keira is holding that damn belt is because of her wife, because her fucking wrestling skills haven’t gotten them anywhere. Everyone knows who the start of that team is, and who the star of Lucian and Keira’s tag team is...and it is not and will never be Keira Fisher.
All of these bitches in this tournament are gunning for Sam right now. She’s got what they want...what they’re trying to win this tournament for, but they all need to take a good look at her tag team partner. They need to look at me, because not only am I fighting for my chance at the World Heavyweight Championship, but I’m fighting to make sure that belt stays with Sam Marlowe.
I want the World Heavyweight Championship. I want it more than any of the other assholes, not including Despayre, in this tournament. It’s been far too long since I held that title, and it’s about time I bring it back home where it belongs. Don’t get me wrong, some of these guys have never even held the title in the first place, and Despayre is one of those guys, but...That fucking title is mine. J2H may be keeping it warm right now, but trust me when I say, I’m getting that shot no matter what I have to do.
Frost, I hope you’re watching this. I hope you’re listening to my words very carefully, because I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. This Blast From The Past tournament...it belongs to me and Sam Marlowe. That World Heavyweight Championship shot? It’s fucking mine, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.
Ya know...I just realized, I’m facing another masked mother fucker this week. Don’t worry though, Frost, I’ll be nice and leave that mask on you. So long as you don’t piss me the fuck off because in that case...all bets are off. Frost I know you CAN back up your threats. You’ve been known to do it before, but you’re just...not consistant. It’s fucking irritating trying to figure out which Frost I’m gonna get in the ring this week, and that...that is why I can GUARANTEE that you and Keira won’t be moving on to the next round.
Your team just doesn’t...mesh well together.
Your Blast From The Past 2016 champions will be The Sin of Wrath and Sam Marlowe.
I just won’t allow any other outcome.
See ya Sunday, assholes!
