Location: Climax Control, Glacier Gardens, San Diego California.
Date: 23rd December 2012
Time: 20:40pm
It had been a very intense battle between Max Burke and Lucian frost, especially with the added ‘Naughty or Nice’ Roulette Rules stipulation added to the equation, both men hurting with trash can lids and the steel ‘candy cane’ being used upon each other until Lucian Frost walked away the victor. It isn’t the first time he’d left Climax Control with a victory over a Young Lion, the previous week he’d pinned Max’s partner, Trevor, to capture the illustrious Tag Team Championships away from Sinful Obsession. Now Lucian Frost holds a victory against Max Burke and Trevor Irons, a psychological advantage going into the big show to open two thousand and thirteen, with the young lions facing the new champions with the titles on the line. As Lucian pushes the curtain to the side and steps through to the backstage area, he sees some of the ring crew waiting to go out their to clean the mess up, he notices his partner going off in the distance as his agenda hadn’t finished tonight, for Lucian his night was pretty much over as he makes his way down the corridor towards the locker room area.
His head is feeling the effects of the match, especially from the trash can lid getting smashed into his skull, a throbbing pain over his right eye which is part in parcel in the roulette rules matches. Something Lucian knows so much about during the inaugural days of the Roulette Championship. Frost walks around the corner and heads towards the door that is his locker room, noticing the door is slightly ajar that causes slight concern in the mind of Frost, usually the door is closes unless Kain was inside but that seemed unlikely with him heading the other direction. Lucian pushes the door open cautiously, grasping the tag title ready to use as a weapon if called upon, he peaks inside to see not Kain but someone Frost recognised from a few weeks ago. Carlos Duquesne. Standing there in his custom made Italian suit, freshly polished shoes, a couple of cigar poking out of his breast pocket, Carlos looked like he’d just left a high end business meeting rather than standing in the back of an independent wrestling production.
The last time Frost had encountered him he was left unmasked and vulnerable, something he’d never wanted to feel again, his encounter also left frost very confused as Carlos kept asking him ‘do you remember me?’. If asked that this time he can answer truthfully and recount their previous encounter. However why he was asking it in the first place still leaves Lucian puzzled, he had put it to the back of his mind to focus on the Young Lions, but it’s brought back to the forefront as the locker door shuts behind the masked man. Lucian walks across the room towards his changing station, where his bag is left open, he places the tag team championship inside of the duffle bag and zips it up before he hears the sound of someone clapping.
“Bravo my boy” Carlos says as he stops calling and pulls out the cigars “I knew you could do it!”
Lucian refuses to turn towards him, instead just readjusting his gloves, Carlos walks over and extends his hand over the shoulder of the masked man, trying to get Lucian to take the cigar from him. Frost shakes his head refusing the offer from Carlos.
“It’s the finest cigar out there” Carlos snips the end off “a Flor de las Antillas Toro!” placing the cigar upon his lips “not the most expensive like the One Chest Gurkha Black Dragon, but for the flavour the flor de las antillas toro is the king of cigars thus far!” taking out a silver lighter and begins to puff smoke out as the flame touches the bare tobacco. “are you sure you don’t want to join me in a congratulatory smoke?”
Lucian waves the smoke away from his face, turning to face the middle aged man; he scans Carlos face to notice his white hair greased back, the crow’s feet and pockets of skin around his tanned neck. You could notice the battle wounds of scars on his forehead and a surgical scar on his neck.
“You have marks of competing in the ring” Lucian remarks “how long ago was your last match?”
Carlos smiles as a cloud of smoke drifts upwards “My last competitive match was over ten years ago, but I have been in this industry practically all my life!” he takes another puff from his cigar, removing it from his mouth before making smoke rings in the air, Carlos looks at the masked man with a serious look upon his face. “I know what it takes to be a champion, anyone can become a champion these days since anyone can beat anyone, but to become a true champion you have to be a lot more than just beat a former champion! You have to defend and defend and defend and that takes a lot to be a true champion. Look at Gabriel and Despayre, they won the titles but defended the titles when called upon to become icons within the tag division, you have a hell of a lot to do to even consider yourself a true champion!”
“I know” Lucian confidently replies “I made this reference towards Casey Williams when he captured the Tag Team titles with Jordan Williams, they defeated the then long term champions and thought of going on to a long title reign however they failed at the first title defence” Lucian takes a moment as he waves more smoke away from his face “I won’t be like that when it comes to our first title defence, we’ve beaten the contenders as well as myself defeating Max just now, we’re on good stead to successfully defend our titles at New Years Rising!”
“Beating them once means nothing come the fight, you could of beaten everyone on the roster but that doesn’t guarantee victory!” Carlos takes a long drag from the cigar and begins to blow it through his nostrils as he continues to talk “You beat them in a triple threat scenario and you won a singles encounter! You’ll be facing them in a tag team environment and that will play to their strengths more than you can say with Kain!”
“If you’re referring to us not really tagging together since our title win, granted we’re not tag team specialists like Young Lions, we’re new team formed however it doesn’t mean we’re not prepared!”
Carlos smirks “If you allow me to help you Lucian, you could become one of the great teams here in the SCW, I could give you the guidance you need!” He places the cigar back into his mouth, pulling out a piece of paper from his inner jacket pocket, carlos then hands it over to Lucian Frost. “That is a contract that means you’ll be my representative and I’ll guide you to title success and more within the SCW and the NWA!”
Lucian glances down at the contract in his hand and then back up to the aged man “without you I’ve got the Roulette and the Tag Team Championships, my NWA career hasn’t been great but my time will come if it happens” he folds the contract up and hands it back to Carlos “If I need your help I’ll come seek you, however right now my path is set with Kain, we’ll be defending our titles at New Years Rising and that is my main focus right now!”
Carlos places the contract on Lucian’s bag “You’ll be needing this soon; I guarantee you’ll be my client! Otherwise you will see!” He takes another long puff from his cigar and purposefully blows it into the masked face of Lucian Frost “I’m not just one of the top sports agents for nothing, you are not the only man I’m pursuing, in fact I’ve just signed someone who could aid you if you join me.” He sniggers “If you defy me he’ll be your worse nightmare!”
Lucian Frost waves his gloved hand to get the smoke away from his face, letting out a cough as the tobacco taste goes down his throat, Frost grabs a bottle of water from the side of his bag and lifts his mask up to take a long sip. Carlos takes his leave as the door slams behind him. He had been bitten twice now by the masked enigma, how many more times will Lucian get away with it before facing the supposed repercussions from Carlos Duquesne. Knowing that the title defence is only a few weeks away, he didn’t want anything to stand in his way from defending the championships successfully, Lucian knows Kain’s wrath with one of the co-owners could cause his team problems in the near future but that shouldn’t be at New Year Rising considering the massive stable battle they have on their plates. Frost dismisses Carlos’ offer once more and doesn’t think anything of it as if the repercussions happen, it will be him that faces them not anyone else.
Location: Sunset Strip, Las Vegas. Nevada
Date: 29th December 2012
Time: 11:57pm
The last day of two thousand and twelve and the strip in Las Vegas has never felt more alive, with the families standing proud on the sidewalk with gamblers and ladies of the night alike, they all stand together in the tradition of seeing the new year in. This is the first time Lucian Frost has witnessed a Nevada New Year, he’d use to watch Dick Clarks New Year show as a child with his family, but since his life changed he’d not seen any celebrations on tv or live like he is about to witness. Standing on a roof of an abandoned warehouse, the tag team championships wrapped around his waist, he could see the strip filled with people looking up to the sky in anticipation of the massive fireworks display.
The excitement trickles through his body with excitement, the feelings that he had as a kid come be back to him as he places his hands on the faceplate of the belt, although he isn’t surrounded by family he knows they’ll be toasting a drink to his name and remembrance of his former self. He had contemplated going back to show them he is alive and feel the warmth of his mothers love once more, but the fear of what they’ll think and say when he reveals his face and show them the scars that forces him to hide his face, deep down inside Lucian knows that this is the best way for them not knowing but the selfishness wants his family back in his life.
The countdown is heard from nearby master of ceremonies, the people on the sidewalk and nearby hotel windows begin to count, gazing skyward as the countdown finally reaches one. The sound of small expositions echo through the empty side streets as they boom into Lucian’s ears, he glances up to see the sky illuminated in multiple colours with the crowd cheering in appreciation. Frost cannot help but smile as he ended two thousand and twelve as a champion, seeing that the new year will hopefully bring himself more success within the SCW and that starts in a few weeks at the Star of Desert Arena.
Location: Dagenham, East London, England.
Date: 5th January 2013
Time: 11:42am
The Darkness down the long corridor is like a shroud around the eyes, with only a flickering light down near the end of this never-ending corridor, the floor begins to shake with the distant echoing of shouting and cheers. As he nears the end of the corridor he notices a side passageway that leads to the cheering, stepping down the smallest of steps to see a crowd of people cheering for blood, they stand around a six sided cage where a giant of a man stands all sweaty with blood droplets all over his torso, another normal sized man is barely standing up with his hands up in a defensive guard, the giant man doesn’t even move a muscle with the crowd calling for the end. The normal size man goes for a fierce punch to the torso to only see the rippling of the giants skin, he looks down at his opponent and with one almighty right hook sends his dazed opponent crashing to the floor like a sack of coal. Managing to sidestep some of the fans, he gets up to the cage to see the giant just standing over his victim, the ringmaster comes in and tries to raise his hand but back away in sheer terror. He knows this is the man he wants. Carlos Duquesne always gets what he wants.
After exiting the cage and entering the back room behind the bar, Carlos walks around the cage to follow them, a doorman places his hand on Carlos’ chest as he nears the bar but he pulls out a roll of notes and slides a few into the doormans pocket. He nods and allows Carlos to walk behind the bar and into the backroom where the Giant of a man is standing in the shadows whilst a smaller man turns to face Carlos. “Who the hell are you?” the man says as Carlos closes the door and steps forward into the light.
“My name is Carlos Duquesne” Carlos reaches into his pocket and pulls out a card “I am the CEO of Duquesne Sports Agencies, we recruit stars and make them into champions!” he hands the card to the smaller gentleman “and I see potential in your protégée”
“He is indebted to me” the small man speaks with an irish taint to his voice “take your business elsewhere fella”
Carlos Duquesne smiles and looks towards the giant “Is this how you Envisioned your life? Trapped underground and forever in the dark? I could give you glory and a crowning achievement in life if you joined me!”
“I said” the Irish man reiterated “take your business elsewhere!” he pushes the shoulder of Carlos.
“Don’t” The giant man interrupts in a metallic voice “I am listening”
Carlos brushes past the Irish guy so that the giant man can see him “I have seen some of your impressive talent on youtube and live, you are an impressive male specimen, and I think you should diversify from the underground scene to the professional wrestling circuit” the irish man snorts but Carlos ignores this and continues “You wouldn’t be treated as a sideshow like you’re being made out to be here, I could make you indestructible and a champion, you really think this is your future?”
“This isn’t going to be my future” the metallic voice of the giant begins “I want to be a champion!”
Carlos steps over to the Giant “and I can make it happen, you and I can make it happen, I’ll train you up to compete within the National Wrestling Alliance and you’ll become a champion within months of your debut!” He places his hand around the giants waist “there is just a few things you need to do before we can progress to become a champion”
The Giant man kneels down so Carlos can get a better look at his face, his eyes fierce and cold, the mask covering his nose and mouth that causes his voice to sound metallic, he has no hair on his head at all. “What would that be?”
“To get rid of your little Gypsie friend”
The Irish man looks slightly concerned as the tall man gets up and begins to head over to him, he backs up into the door and scurries around for the door handle, he then takes his exit leaving the giant man and Carlos alone.
“Well that was easier than expected, by the way, what do they call you?” Carlos asks intriguingly “they put derogatory terms online and just shouting abuse towards you, what do you want to be known as?”
After a brief moment to think about it the man replies “I was once called Pernicious”
“And it shall be called once more!” Carlos nods his head approvingly “Pernicious, there is someone that I have tried to reason with but he needs to be ‘convinced’ and I think you’ll be able to do this for me”
“Of Course” Pernicious reassuring his new agent.
“I’m glad we’re on the same page” Carlos extends his hand out “Welcome to Duquesne Sports Agencies”
The two men exchange a handshake to confirm the agreement between the two.
***MEANWHILE***
Las Vegas had returned to it’s ‘normal’ self since the jubilation of New Years, the talk of the wrestling enthusiasts is about the countdown towards New Year Rising, who will walk out winners in the massive stable wars? Who is the ultimate number one contenders for the NWA tag team championships? And who will walk into the show champions and who will walk out champions? At a local hotel near the Star of the Desert Arena many of the fans begin to check in for a week long wait for the biggest show to kick of two thousand and thirteen. Standing on the roof looking out at the Nevada skyline and down at the people below, Lucian Frost stands with the Tag Team Championship draped over his shoulder, the camera begins to roll as Frost continues to gaze out into the distance before he begins to speak.
”A Champion, or Cham-pi-on, A Noun is a person who has defeated or surpassed all rivals in a competition, especially in sports. As a Verb it is to support the cause of, defend. New Year Rising the newly crowned Tag Team of Blood Omen will put that into practice when we put the titles on the line against the young lions. They raised some eyebrows when they defeated the surf boys but since then they’ve fallen prey to Myself and Kain, defeat after defeat, the Young Lions have now got the ultimate chance to put the past into a hole and burry it deep as they look to capture the titles.”
“They will fight valiantly and with all there gusto as they’re young and hungry to succeed, the trouble is with all that hunger and desire comes the food it needs to feed on, victory and winning, and that isn’t what Lucian Frost and Kain are, food to be given to the hungry just so they can get respect capture the crowning achievement of being a champion. As I said earlier being a champion means defeating and surpassing all rivals, we have beaten you collectively as a team to capture the gold and I’ve beaten you, Max, in single action, so far we’re defeating and surpassing the rivals and that will be reiterated at New Year Rising when we prove we’re not fluke champions, but worthy competitors to hold the illustrious gold!” Lucian steps back from gazing to faces the camera.
“We may not be a tag team unit that practise and ply their craft as tag specialists, Kain is a top singles competitor and I’ve done my fair share of singles matches here in the SCW, but together we’re not really known for our tag matches. When capturing the belts he stated his bad history of being let down, but that was disproven when we won the belts, we’re now building a solid partnership that may not be like yours Young Lions but it’s a tag collaboration that surpassed yourselves to be standing here as champions. We are known simply as Blood Omen.”
“A lot of people will be making new year resolutions, some may choose to be more gym friendly or some may be to cut something out of their lives, but most will be making resolutions that they cannot keep. I’m sure yours will be to succeed in the SCW and capture the Tag Team Championships, I’m sure they’ll come true but It won’t be happening as soon as New Year Rising, there is one team that will be looking to stay as champions and continue on in potential tag dominance. Blood Omen! I started my Championship reign last January and became quiet successful as the inaugural Roulette Champ, this January I’ll be retaining the Tag Team mantel and going onto two thousand and thirteen a reigning and defending champion, Kain may have side projects but his desire to be champion is clear and he’ll not want to give that up especially to two young guys in Trevor Irons and Max Burke! At New Year Rising Blood Omen will prove why they dethroned potential NWA World Tag Championship contenders, we’ll prove why we may not be the traditional tag team but we can perform as a unit when required and we’ll also show why the Young Lions are not ready to become SCW Tag Team Champions!”Lucian Frost takes the SCW Tag Team Championship and holds it aloft, the sun shines behind the masked wrestler making the belt reflect the bright light into the camera, he lowers his arm and shows the front plate of the belt at the camera before it reflect the light once more to show a bright white light. As the bright white light stops and the camera gets back into focus, it sees that Lucian has disappeared from the roof altogether, leaving the camera to swing around looking to see if there is any sign of the SCW champion before finally lowering the camera and the screen going completely static.
