Sin City Wrestling fans will be transfixed this coming Sunday night, as in the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas will be holding the two thousand and twelve WrestleClassic, with the Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Championship finally gets decided between Nick Jones and Blade Alexander, but there attention will also be on Climax Control with the massive Bombshell tag team main event and the first defence of the newly crowned Roulette Championship. Between the two events there will be winners and losers, the true winners of the night is the paying fans who get to behold such a extravaganza, seeing the cream of the crop of the National Wrestling Alliance and all the house hold favourites at Sin City Wrestling, whose eyes will be on the only championship defence at Climax Control. Lucian Frost managed to gain the championship in a hard fought tables match, defeating three others to gain such an honour, now he has to put the title on the line against the man who began his SCW career off, Matthew Kennedy, will Frost live up to being a champion or will the weight of the gold be too much for him to hold.
Chapter: 003
Title: Scars cannot be healed
Location: Unlicensed Surgeon
Date: 3rd April
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Lucian spent weeks in the hospital trying to get his wounds from the vicious attack mended, but the damaged had been done with his face a mutilated mess, he started wearing a long wig so it covered his face as he left home to walk around the town. His parents couldn’t look towards him without bursting out in tears, their once angelic son now looks like a patchwork mess, even thou their love are unconditional as any parents would towards their own child, Lucian knows that this has changed his life forever. Every night he cried himself to sleep, feeling his face just in case the nightmare images from the fateful day was just a nightmare, but it always turned out to be true when he rubs his hands over his disfigured face. He couldn’t bear to look at himself in the mirror, couldn’t bear the glaring eyes looking at him, he had sat in the bathroom many times holding a knife to his wrists wanting to end it all. Finally enough was enough as he packed up all his clothes in his bag, picking up all his savings and some of his valuable jewellery, Lucian leaves home in the dead of night to save the tearful goodbyes from his folks as he opens the front door, looking back through the fake hair of his wig for the last time before shutting the door behind him.
Several weeks pass with Lucian hitch hiking and walking many miles by foot until he reached his destination, grasping hold of an old newspaper that shows advertisements, the rain begins to heavily pour down on his wig as he stands outside an old worn-down building. Lucian looks at the newspaper to make sure he was at the right place before placing the paper into his bag, wiping the wet locks of the wig from his eyes and letting out a cough, Lucian walks over to the door to see several door entry buttons, after scanning down the list to find the one he’d require, Lucian presses it and within a few seconds of doing it the door swings open and he walks into the dank hallway. Climbing up the flights of stairs until he reaches the appropriate door, Lucian is about to knock but the door is ajar so he pushes it open and steps in, shutting the door behind him to see that inside was a very grotty surgery facility. The once white tiles tainted in green mould and little specs of dry blood, in the middle of the room is a surgical chair with metal table next to it with a tray of semi-clean instruments, the window is covered with a steel sheet and sitting in the corner reading a novel from Steven King is the supposed doctor.
“Ah” The Doctor slides his bookmark into his page “You must be, Lucian?” He places the book down and grabs his cane from behind his chair “Come in, my boy” the doctor places the cane in front of him, using it to push himself up from the chair, he begins to walk over towards Lucian. “Let me see what I am working with”.
A little reluctant to answer or let him see, he turns his back to the doctor, wrapping his arms around himself and closes his eyes, flashbacks from that fateful night recur as he is left feeling helpless and the slashing motion makes him jolt his head back and forth to try and avoid them.
“You have suffered a great trauma” The doctor tries to reassure him. “No one should suffer what you have, but I am here to try to help you” the doctor places his good hand on Lucian’s shoulder “The pain will always be with you, that I cannot take away, but what I can give you is a chance to live life once more”
Lucian did miss going out with his friends, missing the tough life at school, misses just been able to go out anytime of the day without anyone giving him a look of disgust. Slowly he turns around to face the doctor, still reluctant to pull the wig off, holding onto the top of it for a little while frozen before finally taking the chance and pulls it off slowly for the doctor to see with his own eyes. For the first time since the attack he was looked upon like an equal, the doctor did not flinch or look with disgust, he leant in closer to look upon Lucian’s face before nodding slowly.
“This will be a challenge” The doctor wipes his glasses with a little cloth from his surgical coat “Could be my greatest work, yet” he places the cloth back into his pocket and slides his glasses back on “It will be a lengthy and painful procedure” Lucian nods “Good, shall we begin?”
Several painful hours pass with the doctor trying to help Lucian the best he could, a lot of his blood now stains his surgical gloves as he finishes with the final stitches, looking upon Lucian’s face with the upmost pride as he pulls the gloves off and drops them into the disposable bin by the table. The doctor grabs the surgical try and takes them over to his sterilised area and places each instrument into the cleanser, he turns and looks upon the motionless body of Lucian, he knows that it isn’t going to help him be a part of society but in his heart of heart hopes it will gives the kid the confidence to do things without feeling ashamed. The doctor walks back over to him and begins wrapping Lucian’s face, it will be a long time before he’d wake up, given the skin some time to heal.
It seemed like such a wonderful dream, Lucian was actually himself before the attack, just lying on the grass near his school, watching the girls walk by with them noticing him for his looks, winking and being flirtatious, he then dreamt of standing in front of tens of thousands of people on stage with guitar in hand, performing with a band getting cheered and wolf whistled by girls. Then the reality started to sink in as his eyes flicker open to see the bright light of the dank surgery. The pain begins to strike him like a shovel to his face. All he could feel on his face is the movement of his eyes, seeing bandages wrapped over his forehead and nose, had the surgery worked and perhaps he’d be able to live a normal life, or was the money he saved and pawned his jewellery in for been a waste. Lucian moves his hands up and places them gently on the bandages that covers his face, he tries to move his neck but the pain is too much to do anything right now, Lucian lowers his arms and just closes his eyes, if he cannot do anything right now he might as well get some sleep to dream of a better life.
The Doctor continues to read his book in the corner until Lucian awakens from his sleep, grabbing his cane and pushing himself back up, Lucian with a bit more feeling in his body pushes himself up so he is sitting, the doctor stands in front of him, looking into Lucian’s eyes “how are you feeling, blink once for comfortable, twice for uncomfortable” Lucian blinks once. “good, now I don’t want to take the bandages off just yet, it will take a bit more time for your skin to heal” Lucian blinks a few times. “I am guessing you don’t want to wait?” As he was saying this, Lucian is trying to feel for the end bandage to pull it off. “I recommend not to do this, Lucian”
Lucian ignores the doctor’s advice as he begins to unwrap the bandages, the doctor tries to stop him, but Lucian slaps the doctors hands away, the doctor gives up and stands back as Lucian pulls all the wrapping from his face. The Doctor looks at his work thinking that he had done an amazing job, with what he had to work with was very little, but to do what he is looking upon is considered in his eyes a masterpiece. Lucian feels his numb face and feels that majority of the slash marks had gone, his hopes high as he looks around the room for a mirror but nothing. The Doctor notices Lucian looking for something to look at himself with, he wonders over to the draws near his book to pull out a hand mirror, he walks back over to Lucian and hands him the mirror. A little anxious and excited he gazes upon himself.
“What do you think?” The doctor asks cautiously. Hoping his handy work would be appreciated by the scared young man. “Have I gave you hope?”
Lucian stops looking into the mirror, bursting out in laughter; he smashes the mirror against the arm of the chair and continues to laugh. The doctor is slightly bemused by this but allows him to get it out of his system. Lucian slowly stops laughing and jumps down out of the chair “You have done NOTHING”
“You have to understand that your scaring needs time to heel to fully see the effects of this surgery” the doctor tries to justify “you cannot expect normality after what you have gone through, this is a lot more easier on the eye than what you once where!”
Lucian feels enraged that his images of this being the solution turned out to be money well wasted; just wanting to just rip the place he stands to pieces, knocking the doctor out would bring him little to no comfort whatsoever. He sits down on the floor with his hands covering his face. The only thing that he’d contemplated was becoming a professional wrestler as he’d be accepted by the wrestling community as one of their own without them knowing the horrible truth that lies beneath the mask. He gets back up from the floor, grabbing his wig and bag and heads out leaving the doctor looking slightly bemused, Lucian Frost knew what he had to do and there is only one place to go.
Title: Unpredictability
Location: Henderson, Nevada
Date: 26th January 2012
The darkness of the night sky engulfs the small desert outside of Henderson, a small breeze is in the air blowing some of the sand across the feet of Lucian Frost, who walks across the usually golden landscape but now as dark as can be. The only thing that illuminates him comes from the camera that follows him, the all in one suit he wears is almost as black as the night sky, the only visible features are from the skull outline of his mask and the golden championship face plate from around his waist. He had successfully come out of the tables match with the new title, he now has to defend his newly acquired championship against Matthew Kennedy, the man who has been involved in every match he’s had in Sin City Wrestling. Frost continues to walk through the desert un-phased by his surroundings, his hands resting on the top of the Roulette Championship, he clears his throat before he speaks towards the camera.
“All eyes will be on me this coming Climax Control, sounds very narcissistic of me doesn’t it, but if you think about it logically you will know that it is correct. With the introduction of the Roulette division in Sin City Wrestling, it will be vital for the champion to be strong, defiant, to make sure the championship isn’t going to be passed around like a cheap hooker that the championship is worth processing and going all out to capture. If by winning this belt one week for me to only loose it the next would make the title worthless, make the division a joke as it’ll tarnish the very foundations that the promoters set out for it, and I don’t think making a newly found championship a joke is the right standard to have. I don’t intend to be known as the first Roulette Champion, I don’t intend to be known as the one hit wonder, I want to be known as the man who revolutionised the Roulette Championship, the man who made the Roulette Championship more valuable and sort after than the Heavyweight Championship. Bold statement for someone who is only a few weeks into his SCW career and holding a new championship but as they say, ‘Begin, be bold and venture to be wise’.”
“My first championship defence will have to be against the man who originally said that ‘his only regret was not facing an SCW veteran’, even thou the promotion hasn’t been around that long to have any veterans, that he was going to ‘beat me senseless’ and he is the ‘man to be feared and I’ll know fear once I’ve lost to you’, it’s funny listening back to what you originally said and looking at what actually happened since you said that, you lost against me not just once but twice, since your regret originally was not facing someone else than myself, do you regret saying that? I doubt you would because you’re the ‘Primetime’ of the promotion, the man everyone tunes in to watch, why people watch you, the person who draws in the fans, if you are primetime then what does that make me? If they tune in to watch you then each time they’ve watched you lose so does that mean, despite what you said you’ll do to me, does this mean that the person who is classed as ‘primetime’ should, in-fact, be cancelled and that I, Frost, take your mantel as I’ve beaten you on more than one occasion?”
“Your sole reason was to get rid of the American ignorance within the Sin City Wrestling, this crusade would start with me, apparently, and the only thing you’ve accomplished is showing the SCW that being cancelled isn’t much of a threat. That the American ignorance can completely ignore the British Primetime as your lack of knowledge of the threat standing before you is quiet clear. You blamed the referee for our first encounter, trying to get the poor guy sacked for doing his job, I wonder what you’ll put this defeat too, it’ll be interesting to hear. You now have the chance for true retribution against myself and the chance to take..”Frost unclasps the strap from around his waist; he grabs a hold of the leather strap and lifts it up to the camera, shoving the face plate into the camera lens before draping the championship over his shoulder.
“..the Sin City Wrestling Roulette Championship! Enough with the excuses of why you lost, enough with the reasons of why you’re here, you have lost twice with me being victorious on those occasions, I may not be the sort of wrestler you originally wanted to wrestle but guess what, here I am, two previous matches have now been written in the history books, you now can change that if you are hungry enough, if you have the desire to become a champion! But you have to know that this is going to be the beginning of my reign as champion, I do not intend to lose it seven days after winning it, I am going to try to become the champion everyone will aspire to be!”
“Roulette is unpredictable as no one will know the match until the time for the match, I hope you are ready for whatever is thrown towards us, I know I am prepared for whatever is thrown, as the spin of the wheel will determine our fate, our poison, the way one of us will have to prevail through victory. Last time it was a table’s match, whatever next is going to be down to fate, and I relish the chance to defend my championship against the unknown. Matthew Kennedy I know you’ll want to finally have a match against someone other than myself, but you have to realise that in order to do so you’re going to have to conquer me, you are a challenger for my championship, just like Bruce, Old Skool amongst many others too. To quote Winston Churchill, someone you should know from your history, ‘The British nation is unique in this respect. They are the only people who like to be told how bad things are, who like to be told the worst’. That is exactly what I’m going to do, Kennedy, at Climax Control I won’t be cancelled nor will I be primetime, I’ll be the champion and after climax control I’ll still be the roulette champion!”Frost taps the plate of the championship belt before walking away from the camera, slowly getting engulfed by the darkness, leaving the camera crew to slowly switch the cameras off and head in the opposite direction. Frost will forever be known in the SCW as being its first roulette champion, what sort of champion is going to be determined on Climax Control, if he succeeds then he’d at least be able to do something the heavyweight champions of SCW past couldn’t and that’s successfully defend his title. The Roulette Championship is going to be the most innovative of all the titles, Frost has that weight on his shoulders and on his mind, can Frost live up to the expectancy of this or will the pressure be too much for the new champion.
