[Jake Sullivan]

 
Wrath- Strong vengeful anger or indignation; retributory punishment for an offense or a crime; Belligerence aroused by a real or supposed wrong.

”It doesn’t really matter how you fucking define it.  In the days and weeks to come there will be several people who will get a clear and vivid picture of just who I am…


Sunday September 14th
Immediately after Climax Control

He almost had it.  Rage was so close to walking out of Violent Conduct II with the SCW Heavyweight Championship around his waist, but it didn’t exactly work out the way he had planned.  And now he remains winless on the Violent Conduct supercards, as just two years prior he had suffered an embarrassing loss to one James Shark.

To say this put the big man in a foul mood was an understatement.  People were used to seeing him in horrible moods, but walking out of Violent Conduct II as the only loser within the Seven Deadly Sins was not something he wanted to deal with.  

And his night was about to get even worse.

Earlier in the evening, unbeknownst to him, his psychotic pyromaniac ex-girlfriend, Electra Blaze, had kidnapped his valet and Seven Deadly Sins stablemate, Kittie.  Rage still had no idea, as Synn and Shane decided it best to wait to tell Rage until after his match against Drake Green.  However, there was now no easy time to let Rage know about what had happened.  

He’s currently backstage in the medical locker room getting stitched up following that brutal match against Drake Green.  It was amazing that he could even stand after that match, but he had to be helped backstage and his body was clearly battered and bruised.  He swats at the EMTs and trainers as they work on cleaning and stitching him up, and Synn stands a few feet away with his arms folded across his chest.  He gives Rage a stern, warning look.

Synn: Rage would you sit still?  Being uncooperative doesn’t make this any easier.

Rage: I don’t need stitches, Synn.  I’m not some pussy as wimp!

Synn shakes his head and lets out a sigh.

Synn: No, but you do make a horrible patient it seems.  Do I need to help them restrain you, because I’ll do it.

Rage: You wouldn’t…

Synn grins.

Synn: Oh, I would and I have.

Rage snarls as Synn brings up old memories he’d rather not be brought up again.  The door to the locker room then swings open and “Sxxxy” Shane Boswell walks in, looking directly at Synn.  Rage, however, looks in Shane’s direction, still not doing a very good job at sitting still.

Rage: Did you get a hold of Kittie yet?  She’s gonna hear it from me for not being out there tonight, but I’m sure I’ll hear it ten times worse for not finishing off Showtime…

Shane scratches the back of his head, all while keeping his focus locked on Synn.  Synn shakes his head, insisting now is not quite the time to bring up what happened to Kittie.  Shane looks at Rage and shakes his head.

Shane: Sorry, mate.  No word yet.

Rage moves his eyes, looking back and forth between Synn and Shane.  He happened to notice Synn shaking his head at Shane, and looks directly at his manager.

Rage: Wait…what the hell was that about?

Synn looks at Rage.

Synn: What was what?

Rage: You were shaking your head at Shane.  There’s something you don’t want him to tell me.  What the fuck is going on?

Synn: It’s not something we need to talk about right this second, Rage.  Let the EMTs do their job and get you stitched up and then we’ll talk.

Rage: No!  We’re going to talk.  NOW!

Rage glares directly at Shane now.

Rage: Tell me what the fuck is going on or I swear, Shane…

Shane looks towards Synn again, giving him a look that says he has no choice.  Synn nods reluctantly, giving Shane permission to explain the situation.  Shane reaches into his pants pocket, pulling out the note that Electra left on the windshield of Rage’s rental car.

Shane: I found this on the windshield of your car when I went to look for Kittie earlier.

Shane walks towards Rage, handing him the note.

Shane: Sorry mate…

Rage takes the note, but he doesn’t look at it right away.

Rage: What the fuck is this?

Shane: Read it and you’ll know exactly what it is.

Rage finally looks down at the note and after reading it, his nostrils flare and he goes wide-eyed with fury.

“Rage, baby, you gave me no other choice.  If you don’t want Kittie to get hurt too badly, you know how to reach me.  The longer you put this off, the worse it will be for all parties involved.  Speak to you soon, lover.- xoxo ELECTRA”

Rage: YOU’VE GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!

Rage crumples the note in his fist.  Synn and Shane have to act quickly as Rage tries to jump to his feet and away from the EMTs before they have even finished stitching him up.  They manage to hold him down using all their strength, though he fights with everything he’s go in him.

Synn: Rage!  CALM DOWN!  They haven’t even finished stitching you up yet!

Rage: I don’t give a shit, Synn!  That psychotic stalker took Kittie!  Who knows the fuck she’s doing to her or where she even took her!!

Shane: Fighting like this isn’t gonna get you anywhere, mate!  Relax!

Rage growls and fights against their hold furiously.  They can barely keep control of him as he’s in full on beast mode.  One of the EMTs has taken a step back and is now looking right at Synn.

EMT: He needs to calm down.  That wound isn’t closed up yet, and if it doesn’t get stitched closed, he could get a nasty infection.

Rage: I DON’T FUCKING CARE!

Shane: Synn the two of us can’t keep fighting him much longer.  They gotta do something…

Synn: Unless they have a tranquilizer gun nearby, we’ll have to hold him as best as we can.

Rage flails and fights wildly as Synn and Shane keep him pinned down for the time being.  The EMT turned around after grabbing something from the bag of medical supplies and he clears his throat.  The two turn their attention to him and the needle he now holds in his hand.  Rage’s eyes nearly pop out of his head.

EMT: This won’t knock him out, but I’m sure it’s enough to get him to relax…

Shane: What the fuck are ya waiting for?!  Give it to him!

Synn nods at the EMT, giving him permission to inject Rage with the sedative.

Rage: NO!  GET THAT FUCKING NEEDLE AWAY FROM ME!

Too bad for Rage, the EMT doesn’t head his warning.  He jabs the needle into Rage’s arm, injecting the sedative into his bloodstream.  A few seconds later, his fighting grows less and less until Synn and Shane are able to release their hold on him.  Even for men of their size, Rage put up quite the fight against them.

Shane: What now?

Synn: Now we wait until they’re finished stitching him up and once that sedative wears off we have to discuss how we’re going to get Kittie back.

Rage: That…bitch…is dead.

Rage’s breathing has slowed down a bit as the sedative has taken complete control over his body.  He wants nothing more than to start looking for Kittie right now, but he can’t.

Shane: Whatever he does, I’m not helping bury a body…

Synn: Don’t worry.  I’ll make sure it doesn’t get to that point, but Electra does need to be dealt with appropriately.

Synn and Shane both keep a close eye on Rage as the EMTs continue working on him.  It is unclear how long the sedative will keep Rage subdued like this, but due to his size, it probably won’t be for very long.  So the EMTs are working quickly as the scene fades out.



I don’t need any of this shit right now.  I have to deal with listening to Drake run his mouth about beating me and now moving on to his next **air quotes** challenger, whoever the fuck that might be.  But it appears as though the self-proclaimed Mental Rapist, Sean Jackson, seems to be the likely next opponent.  Am I happy about that?  Fuck no, but what the hell can I do about it right now?”

“Absolutely jack shit.”

“On top of this bullshit drama with my biological family, let’s add the fact that my red-haired crazy bitch ex-girlfriend, Electra, making the huge mistake that she did.  She took a page out of Misty’s book it seems and decided to kidnap Kittie as her way to get to me!”

“Well guess what?  It fucking worked.  That bitch now has my undivided attention, but she also thinks that is a good thing and I promise everyone that it’s most definitely not.  I’m going to get Kittie back one way or another and once I do, Electra Blaze will feel my wrath like no other.”

“I don’t care if I was fighting with Kittie just a few days before Electra took her.  Like the rest of the Sins, Kittie is family.”

“You DO NOT fuck with my family and get away with it.”



**FLASHBACK**
Sunday September 7th
Yuma, Arizona- Hilton Garden Inn

All of the members of the Seven Deadly Sins are just finishing eating lunch in the restaurant centered in the Hilton Garden Inn.  The table is well alive with energy and conversation.  All except for one person.  The one member who has been in a rather foul mood since returning from his mystery trip with Kittie.  The Sin of Wrath...Rage.

Normally he and Kittie would be seated next to, or at least near one another and Kittie would be doing something to agitate him as he ate his meal, but not today.  No, since the two landed in Arizona, along with Shane and Fantasia, they haven't spoken, nor have they even been within ten feet of each other.

Kittie is making the best of the situation, choosing to ignore Rage as she is involved in a conversation with Despayre and Angel.  Rage, however, is silent and brooding as he leans back in his chair, staring down at his empty plate.  Synn watches him closely, quietly wondering to himself on how to handle the situation when Shane gently elbows him and gets his attention.

Shane: Any ideas on how you're gonna get those two talking again?  And I mean talking like the normally do.  Not that heated bollocks I told you about on the plane...

Synn draws in a deep breath and exhales, slowly shaking his head.  He folds his arms across his chest and looks at Kittie, then back to Rage.

Synn: Unfortunately, not yet.  It's a difficult task to accomplish when he shows no interest in speaking to any of us.  

Shane: Need to figure out something quick, because with Violent Conduct next week, he's got a busy week ahead of him with promotional appearances and stuff.  

Synn: I know.  However it's not helping me any with Joshua constantly asking me what is going on.  I had to stop him from asking Rage himself.

Shane glances at Rage.  He also notices that Kittie is now talking to Gabriel, and Despayre is looking right at Rage.  He has Angel positioned right next to his ear as the bear seems to be "speaking" to him about something and Despayre nods his head with a smile.

Shane: I don't think you're gonna be able to stop him now.

Shane points to Despayre and Synn is too late to stop him as Despayre tries to get Rage to break his silence.

Despayre: So...looking forward to your match Uncle Rage?!

The whole table goes quiet, knowing Rage's current frame of mind.  They all turn their attention towards Despayre, then to Rage, who has slowly lifted his head to look at Despayre, unsure if he wants to answer that question.  Synn goes to say something, but Rage shocks them all when he breaks his silence and speaks for the first time in days.  All be it, just a single word response.

Rage: Yeah...

Without skipping a beat, Despayre moves on to another question, continuing the conversation.

Despayre: Going to win the Heavyweight title, huh?

Rage: Damn right I am!

Despayre: Still using the same entrance music?

Rage, along with everyone else at the table blinks, and most of the others hold back an amused laugh.

Rage: Uhhh...Yeah?

Despayre then turns to Angel.  He looks at him and very matter-of-factly says something that shocks the entire table.

Despayre: He kissed Kittie...

Just as she was taking a drink of water, Kittie nearly chokes.  Gabriel can't help but get a laugh out of this, as do Shane and Fantasia, but Rage is staring at Despayre, eyes widen and his face is turning a deep shade of red.  No one can tell if it's from embarrassment or pure fury, but he turns and glares at Synn.

Rage: You told him?!?!

Synn shakes his head very calmly and innocently.

Synn: I did no such thing.

Despayre is still looking at Angel with a smile.

Despayre: I told you I could find out what happened with just a few questions.

Rage forcefully pushes himself away from the table and storms away.  Kittie rolls her eyes and shakes her head before she turns and punches Gabriel in the arm as he is still laughing.  He doesn't seem phased by it, though.  Shane goes to stand up, but Synn places a hand on his shoulder and stops him.

Synn: I'll handle this.  

Just as Synn goes to stand up, Gabriel looks at him and clears his throat.

Gabriel: Actually, mind if I take a crack at this one?  Been looking for a way to piss him off even more.

Synn: As if he isn't angry enough?  But, by all means, feel free...

A devious grin appears on Gabriel's face as he stands up and excuses himself from the table.  He walks out of the restaurant, following in the direction Rage went.  He passes by the fitness room, and the entrance to the pool, thinking the big man decided to head up to his room, but he spots Rage outside by the pool.  He's seated far away from any of the other hotel guests with his sunglasses over his eyes, looking deep in thought.  Gabriel shakes his head and steps outside, walking towards him.  Rage sees him and shakes his head.

Rage: I'm not in the mood, Magic Man.  So just go back to the others and leave me the hell alone.

Gabriel shakes his head as he stops right in front of Rage and looks down at him with a grin.

Gabriel: When are you ever in the mood, peanut head?  

Rage: You know, any other day I wouldn't mind arguing with you until I was blue in the face but right now...I'm really not.

Gabriel: Why?  Because Despy brought up something the rest of us already knew?  If you're letting yourself get pissed off about that shit, you don't stand a chance at getting that title away from Drake Green.  It's okay, though.  I don't mind being right.

Rage glares up at Gabriel.  Gabriel can see the look in his eyes just above the top of his sunglasses.

Rage: Yeah you'd certainly like that wouldn't ya?  

Gabriel: Being right?  I'm right all the time, peanut head.

Rage laughs and shakes his head.

Rage: You wish, but no.  I was talking about me not winning the heavyweight title.  You'd really like that.

Gabriel seems surprised to hear Rage say this and he immediately shakes his head, putting off that thought.

Gabriel: Not sure why you would think that, but no I wouldn't.  

Rage: Yeah, like I believe that.  Mister Sin of Greed really wants me to have the title and not himself.  I'm not buying that shit, Gabriel.

Gabriel: Did some of Kittie's envy rub off of you when ya shoved your tongue down her throat the other day?  What the fuck is your problem?

Rage stands up quickly, getting right in Gabriel's face.  Gabriel doesn't move an inch, refusing to be intimidated by Rage, though he never would be anyway.

Rage: You wanna know what my fucking problem is, Gabriel?  My problem is that you people can't leave me the hell alone and respect the fact that I don't want to talk about this shit.  I'm tired of you guys constantly pushing my buttons and pissing me off, and now I've gotta live with the fact that yeah, I fucking kissed Kittie when I was drunk.  So what?  Just fucking drop it!

Gabriel: So all of your problems are with us...With your family and none of it has anything to do with those blood relatives of yours you went to visit last week?  Sorry, I ain't buying that shit, peanut head.  You're pointing all your anger at us...at the wrong people and I'm really tired of it.

As the situation gets more heated, several of the hotel guests that are enjoying their time in the pool glance over at the situation nervously, wondering where this is headed.

Rage: What are you gonna do about it, huh?  Challenge me to a match?  Oh wait...I forgot.  This match against Underwood is your last match, right?  

Gabriel: Yeah and I'm trying to get your ass motivated and focused on where it should be.  We all won our matches at Into The Void III in July, and I'm trying to make sure a repeat happens on Sunday.

Rage: I don't know about you but I don't plan on losing to Drake.

Rage goes to step around Gabriel, but Gabriel steps to the side and blocks him and Rage growls.

Gabriel: Really?  Because you're not acting like it.  You've only got one week to get ready for this match against Drake and what have you done so far?  You've just sat back and given us all the silent treatment, thinking about fuck all.

Rage: Oh so you're in my head now?  That shit might work on everyone else, Magic Man, but it doesn't on me.

Gabriel: I don't have to be in your head to see the obvious, idiot.  Ever since that sister of yours showed up, and that shit with Electra started, you've been all over the place.  You've got a chance to get the title back after two years and you're throwing that shit away over people who don't matter.  You're letting them get inside your head and wreak havoc on your life and when you fail...You'll only have yourself to blame.  

Rage stands there, fuming.  He clenches his fists at his sides, fighting back the urge punch Gabriel right in his face.

Gabriel: Me and Despy...We're gonna go out there at Violent Conduct and make the Sins look good like we always do.  But what are you gonna do?  Are you gonna be the only one to walk away with a loss?

Rage: Kiss my ass, Gabriel.

Gabriel: I wouldn't know where to begin, peanut head.  You're all ass lately.

Rage: Are we done?  Because I'm really sick of listening to this shit from you and I'd really suggest not blocking me from walking away again.

Gabriel thinks for a second as Rage glares at him.  He steps aside so Rage can walk past him, but just as he does, he puts a foot out in front of the big man, trips him then shoves him right into the pool!  A giant splash follows as Rage goes under water and comes back to the surface, letting out a boisterous growl as people stare in their direction.  Synn comes running out to the pool area, looking on with a shocked look on his face.

Gabriel: One more thing, peanut head.  Open your eyes and realize what really matters.  The only person you can make look bad on Sunday is yourself.  Remember that.

Rage brings himself over to the edge of the pool, fuming.  He lifts himself out of the water, sitting on the edge as she shakes his head.  Gabriel walks up to Synn and before Synn can even ask what happened, Gabriel answers him.

Gabriel: Call it tough love.  He'll snap out of it.

Gabriel pats Synn on the shoulder and heads back inside the hotel to go join the others.  Synn stands there, shaking his head, watching as Rage tries to ring out some of the excess water in his now drenched clothes.

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Inside Rage's hotel room, he's just walking out of the bathroom, drying his hair off with a towel.  He's not wearing a shirt at the moment, but he has a dry pair of pants on as he walks over to his suitcase.  Just as he goes to get a clean shirt, there is a knock on the door.  He growls and sighs before he walks over to the door.  One look out the peep hole shows that Synn is standing just outside the door.  He slowly opens the door and looks at Synn.

Rage: No, I wasn't planning on staying in the room all day.  I had to change--

Synn: I am aware of what happened.  Well, I don't know the entire situation, but I know Gabriel shoved you into the pool.

Rage snarls, remembering the confrontation between he and Gabriel.  He wasn't happy about it, no, but he chooses to stay off the subject for now.  He was already on the bad side of one member of the Sins.

Rage: I'll be downstairs in a second..

Synn: Actually, I came up here because we need to talk.

Rage looks at him curiously and just as he is going to question him, a voice shouts down the hallway.

Kittie: Synn, what's going on?  Why did you...

Rage peeks his head out of the door to see Kittie walking their way.  Kittie stops just a few feet away from the door, shaking her head furiously.  Rage rolls his eyes and disappears back inside his room, but Synn keeps a hold on the door so he is not locked out.

Synn: The three of us need to talk.  Kittie, step inside.

Rage: She's not allowed in this room, Synn!  I've got nothing to say!

Kittie: Yeah, and neither do I.  I just got over the nightmares thank you very much...

Synn lets out a sigh and stares at Kittie.

Synn: Kittie, that wasn't a request, and Rage I don't care if you think you've got nothing to say.  We're going to have this discussion whether you like it or not.

Kittie: This is such bull...

Kittie lets her voice trail off.  She starts mumbling under her breath as she walks slowly into Rage's room and Synn follows behind, letting the door close behind him.  Kittie looks around and shrugs.

Kittie: Well, maybe it's a good sign that there's not empty bottles of booze littering the floor.  Maybe I'm safe from another session of forced tonsil hockey...

Rage: You need to stop holding that shit against me, because as you just pointed out I was drunk.  I didn't know what I was doing!

Kittie: Let me guess...you were imagining a little tongue war with Electra, right?  You're pathetic.

The two start arguing again and Synn steps in between the two.

Synn: ENOUGH!

Synn's voice is loud and powerful and Rage and Kittie each turn their attention to him.  Rage plops down on the sofa, and Kittie looks away after folding her arms across her chest.

Synn: Now do you see why I didn't think it was a good idea for you to go on this trip, Rage?  Look what it's done?

Rage: I don't need to explain---

Synn: Oh, I think you do, because whatever happened in that house is the reason we're in this situation right now.  You felt the need to get drunk and as a result, you practically forced yourself on Kittie.

Rage opens his mouth to speak, but Synn holds his hand up and Rage immediately stops.

Synn: Don't say you didn't, because you did.  Now, as Kittie told me, you made her sit in the car during this little meeting happened in the house?

Rage looks up at Synn.  He wants nothing to do with this conversation, but Synn gives him a look that says he will wait all day for an answer if he has to.

Rage: Yeah, I did.  I had to or else Ashley would have called the damn cops!

Kittie: So?  You should have let her!  She fucking slapped me first!

Synn: Okay, okay...What's done is done in that regard, but Rage...what happened after?  Kittie said she saw an older woman...We assume your mother...running out of the house chasing after you.  Was she your mother?  

Rage doesn't even have to say anything for Synn to know the answer.

Synn: Okay then.  Now...what about your father?  Did you see him?

Rage leans back on the sofa and Kittie lets out an awkward laugh.

Kittie: Oh, I'm sure he did.  I bet he had a nice heartwarming family reunion.

Rage: Shut your mouth, Kittie!  It was anything BUT heartwarming!

Synn: If that is the case, then tell us what happened.  How did that meeting go, Rage?

Rage is unable to look at Synn or Kittie for a while, but when he does, they're staring at him, waiting for him to say something...anything.  He takes a deep breath, then buries his head in his hands, going back to the first time he'd seen his father in twenty-five years.

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Ashley leads Rage down what seems like, in Rage's mind, a never-ending hallway.  She stops in front of a door that is opened just a crack, and Rage can hear the steady beeping of a heart monitor inside the room.  Ashley turns to face Rage with a thankful smile on her face.

Ashley: I can't tell you how much this means to me...to him.  The doctors are amazed he's made it this far.

Rage: Is that supposed to make me feel better?  I'm probably making the biggest mistake of my life being here.

Ashley shakes her head, disagreeing.

Ashley: I don't think you are.  In fact, I think you're the reason he's still with us.  

Rage doesn't know how to feel about that statement.  He goes completely silent and Ashley grabs a hold of the door knob, slowly pushing the door open.  The room has been turned into a makeshift hospital room.  Machines and IV tubes surround their father's bed, where Rage's eyes immediately fall on.  The frail old man is laying in the bed completely motionless, except for the gentle up and down movement from his chest as he breathes.  Ashley slowly walks over to his bedside, but Rage remains a distance away, not ready to get to close just yet.

Ashley: Daddy...Daddy can you hear me?

She places her hand on one of his, feeling the slight coldness of his skin.  His head begins to move just a bit, turning in the direction of his daughter's voice, before his eyes flutter open.

Ashley: There you are, Daddy.  You have a visitor...

She looks up and over in Rage's direction, encouraging him to step closer to the bed.  He's unable to move just yet, and their father's head turns in his direction, trying to get a look at who is there.

Michael: Who...who is..it?

His voice is soft and quiet.  So much so that Rage almost can't hear him.  Ashley keeps her eyes on Rage.

Ashley: He can't see you very well.  It's okay to get a little closer...

Rage: I...I shouldn't be here.

Rage goes to turn and walk out, but Ashley quickly darts over to him.

Ashley: Wait!  Please...don't go.  He needs to see you, and I think you need to see him also.

Rage: I see him just fine...

Ashley: Talk to him.  

Michael Sullivan takes in a breath, looking in their direction.  He squints his eyes, trying to see Rage better, and even though he hasn't seen his oldest son in so long, he knows his voice.

Michael: Ja...Jake?  Is that...my son?

Rage and Ashley both turn their attention to their dying father.  Ashley smiles, thankful for this moment, but the blank look remains on Rage's face.  With help from Ashley, he steps closer to the bed until their father can see him.

Ashley: Yes, Daddy, it's him.  I found Jake.

Rage: That...that's not my name anymore.

Ashley looks up at Rage, shaking her head and giving him a look that says now is not the time.  Rage closes his eyes and sighs, but he can't speak a word to his father.  He doesn't even have the words.

Michael: How did...How did you...find him?  

Ashley: Don't worry about that, Daddy.  All that matters is that I did, and he's here.

Michael stares at his son, in disbelief that he is actually standing there.  He brings his hand up unsteadily, reaching for Rage, but Rage pulls away.

Rage: That's not the best idea right now.  

Michael: Jake...I'm so...sorry.  I'm sorry...son.

Rage tilts his head to the side, trying to figure out if he heard his father right.  He takes a few steps closer to the old man before he’s standing directly over him, glaring down at him.

Rage: Sorry for what, exactly?  Sorry for being alive when I thought I killed all of you all those years ago?  Or sorry that you’ve been alive while I was locked away in those psychiatric facilities and didn’t even know?! You tell me old man, because I’d really like some fucking answers!

Ashley looks at Rage, shocked he even dared to speak to their dying father that way.  The old man starts breathing heavier and the heart monitor starts to make more noises as his heart rate increases from the considerable amount of stress he was just put under.

Ashley: Jake!  Don’t speak to him like that!  He can’t handle the stress right now and you’re asking him too many questions at once.

Michael: Sweetie…it’s…ok.  

Michael reaches for his daughter’s hand and grasps it.  Ashley looks at him, shaking her head, but he turns his attention to Rage and continues to speak as much as he can.

Michael: All…of it.  I’m sorry…about all…of it.  Everything…was a…lie.

Rage glares down at him with fiery, narrowed eyes.  He leans down, and the next sentence he speaks is slow and vicious.

Rage: What?  What do you mean it was all a lie?  

Rage and Ashley’s father grows increasingly upset as he tries to find a way to tell his son everything he needs to say.  The heart monitor starts to go crazy and before anyone has a chance to speak another word, they hear a gasp coming from the doorway.  Rage spins around and Ashley looks up at their mother in the doorway.  Rage doesn’t even have to speak a word for his mother to know who he is.

Marie: Jake?!  Is it really you?!

Rage takes a step back from his father’s bedside and Marie approaches him, holding her arms out hoping for a welcome embrace.  He holds his hands up and quickly steps away from her before she can touch him.  He looks around at his parents and his sister and points to each one of them

Rage: You people need to stay the hell away from me.  You’re all dead to me!

Rage then bolts out of the room but before Ashley can warn her mother not to chase after him, she’s right out the door following after him.  Ashley tends to her ailing father, trying to get him to calm down as Marie chases after Rage, ultimately out of the house, but she fails to catch him.  When his car disappears down the street and out of view, and Marie is about to head back inside her home, she spots a beautiful red-haired woman walking up the sidewalk and towards the house.  She has no idea who Electra Blaze is, but it is apparent by the look on Electra’s face that she knows just who she’s about to speak to.

Electra: It seems to me you have a bit of a problem.

Marie looks at her confused.

Marie: I’m sorry, but who are you?

Electra: I’m the woman who can help bring Jake back into your life…into both our lives.  If you have a few minutes, I would love to have a little chat with you.

Marie seems surprised, but she looks down the street in the direction Rage drove off in.  She thinks for a moment then takes in a deep breath, ultimately stepping to the side and inviting Electra inside to hear what she has to say.  Electra walks inside with a devious look on her face, and Marie follows right behind her.



”After I told Synn and Kittie about what happened, both were left a little speechless.  I can’t say I had a whole lot to say, though.  How the fuck was I supposed to react to that?  My old man tells me on his deathbed that everything I remember is all a lie, but why the fuck should I believe him?  What the hell am I supposed to do to find out what memories inside my head are real and what aren’t?”

“The answer, as Synn pointed out, could be fairly easy.  I need to find the piece of shit psychiatrist that treated me as a child and get the answers out of him, because I sure as shit wasn’t going back to find out the answers from my family.”

“I wanted to start the search for that doctor right then and there, but Synn and Kittie had somehow talked me out of it.  I needed to focus on my match against Drake and bringing the SCW Heavyweight title back to the Sins, but a lot of good that did, huh?”

“With all this shit going on right now with Electra taking Kittie, I haven’t even thought about any of my family bullshit.  Getting Kittie back is my number one priority.  I couldn’t even give a shit about wrestling at all right now, because it’s only a distraction.  Every time I’m at an SCW function, it’s time away from the search for Kittie and Electra.”

“It pisses me off just thinking about what Electra could be doing to Kittie, even though I know for a fact Kittie will put up one hell of a fight.”

“I just hope she doesn’t make a bad situation worse…”


Wednesday September 17th

The Sins have been back in Vegas for two days now and ever since then, Rage has kept himself occupied as he searches for anything that might lead him to Electra Blaze and/or Kittie.  So far, he’s had no leads and no signs of either woman anywhere.

His next step is the most logical one in his mind, and he isn’t sure why the though didn’t hit him sooner.  He was at Synn’s place when the thought popped into his head and he jumped off the sofa, bolting out the door like a bat out of hell.  Synn and Theresa had been left completely baffled, but until Rage contacted Synn, he knew there was no telling where the big man was headed.

The engine of his black Hennessy Venom GT roared to life and he sped off away from Synn’s place soon after.  He had a furious, yet determined look on his face as he sped through Las Vegas, heading toward the house of the one person who might have any idea where Electra was keeping Kittie.

He’d never been to Roxanne’s home before, as he had no interest or reason in going there.  At least not until now.  He had heard about her home though and the activities she engaged in there, and as he drove his car up the hill leading to the Gothic style home, he was almost creeped out by the look and feel of it.

He parked his car in the only place he could and stepped out.  He looked up at the house, then moments later started walking up the steep steps leading to the front door.  As soon as he was standing in front of the door, he wasted no time in pounding on the door, waiting and hoping Roxanne would be the one to open it and appear before him.  He heard voices coming from inside the house so he knew Roxanne was home, but he never expected the door to open and him receiving the rather unwelcome view he received.

Rage: Oh for fucks sake!

Rage lowers his head and quickly looks away from the view of Roxanne’s “pet”, Boy, dressed in what can only be described as a sexy butler outfit that leaves very little to the imagination.  The outfit consists of a shirtless Boy wearing tight leather shorts and a bowtie.

Boy: Can I help you, sir?

Rage: Fuck no!  I need to see Roxanne.  Preferably five minutes ago.  Freak!

Roxanne: Who is it, Boy?

Roxanne’s voice is heard from inside the large house.  Rage glances past Boy, trying to get a view inside and Boy turns to look at him.  Before he can ask Rage’s name, Rage yells into the house.

Rage: It’s Rage and I suggest that if you don’t have time for me you MAKE time for me.

Roxanne is heard chuckling.

Roxanne: Let him in, Boy.

Boy: Yes, mistress.

Boy steps to the side and Rage quickly steps inside.  He almost stops dead in his tracks when he gets a firsthand view of the inside of the home, consisting of white walls with dark wood trim.  Gothic, dungeon-esque type décor is prevalent throughout, and as Boy leads Rage into the large living area, Rage laughs at the sight of Roxanne seated in a throne.  Boy walks past Rage and returns to his place in front of Roxanne.  He gets on his hands and knees, allowing Roxanne to bring her feet up and place them on his back, using him as an ottoman.

Rage: Jesus Christ, I knew you were into this kinky bullshit but seeing it first hand is pretty fucking disturbing.

Roxanne: Can I help you, Rage?  Or did you make an unannounced visit to insult my lifestyle?  

Roxanne snickers as she looks Rage up and down from head to toe.  No doubt she has some naughty thoughts running through that mind of hers.

Rage: I wouldn’t stop by here just to insult your lifestyle.  Yes, I have a damn reason for coming here.

Roxanne: Let me guess.  That big bad demeanor of yours is just a front and you secretly want to be dominated.  If that is the case, you have definitely come to the right place.  Though I have a feeling Electra won’t be too happy with me if I engage in such activities with you.

Roxanne grins again and Rage rolls his eyes disgustedly at the thought.  But just the mention of Electra is enough to get his blood boiling and he clenches his fist at his side.

Rage: Electra is the fucking reason I’m here, Roxanne!

He speaks through clenched teeth and tries his best not to glance at Boy, who is still remaining obedient in front of Roxanne and she just smiles.

Roxanne: I’m sorry, Rage, but I really have no desire to get involved in your love spat with Electra.  Though I must admit I’m rather surprised at you reluctance to be with her.  I’m sure she has learned a thing or two from me…

Rage: Yeah, that’s my fucking problem right now.  That crazy bitch apparently DID learn something from you.  She kidnapped Kittie!

Roxanne’s eyes widen in surprise.  She tilts her head, looking at Rage wondering if she heard him right.

Roxanne: I’m sorry.  She did what?

Rage: You heard me, bitch.  She kidnapped Kittie before Violent Conduct on Sunday and I have no idea where the hell she is, but something tells me you do.  

Roxanne shakes her head before she angrily kicks Boy away from her.  He falls down, but soon gets back to his knees, kneeling before her.  Roxanne stands up and slowly walks towards Rage almost in a threatening manner.

Roxanne: Let me make some things very clear to you, Rage.  Kidnapping is not exactly my forte, nor have I ever committed such a crime.  I have no idea where Electra is and I certainly don’t condone her taking Kittie against her will.  Kittie has been one of my closest friends for quite some time.

Rage: Yeah, and Electra has been some sort of pet of yours for a while, too.  I know you had something to do with this.  She had your help in tying me up a couple months back, or don’t you remember?

Roxanne chuckles as she stands directly in front of Rage.  He may be the taller of the two, but with the stiletto heels she is wearing and her already massive height, she nearly matches him in height.

Roxanne: That was different.  That was just a little bit of fun, but this…I had no idea about this.  

Rage: I don’t believe you.

Roxanne: Then that is your problem, but I assure you I am telling the truth.  

Rage glares at Roxanne, his eyes locked on hers.  He looks for any sign that she is lying, but either she is really good at lying, or she is, in fact, telling the truth.

Rage: Maybe I should have a look around just to be sure.  I mean, this is a pretty big house, and I’m sure it’s equipped to hold someone against their will…

Roxanne: Oh please…This is MY home.  I think I would know if Kittie was being held against her will here.

Rage: I don’t give a shit what you say, Roxanne.  I’m going to have a look around to know for sure if you’re telling the truth.  Kidnapping or not, this shit is right up your alley.

Roxanne: Ugh…fine.  If you really must, don’t let me stop you.  But, be warned, some of the rooms have things you might not want to see.  Or perhaps you do.  I really have no idea anymore.

Rage snarls.

Rage: There is only one place I’m interested in looking right now.  The basement.

Roxanne: The basement?  

Rage: You heard me.  You might not have anything to do with Electra taking Kittie, but I’m sure Electra has ways of hiding her even from you and something tells me your basement is the type of place Electra might hold her.

Roxanne: I have to disagree.  Electra never had much interest in the sort of activities that took place in my basement.  I offered to teach her several times but she declined over and over again.

Rage lets out an angry laugh.

Rage: Yeah, until she decided to drug me and chain me to a fucking chair.

Roxanne: Are you still sore about that?  You really need to live a little.  As sorry as I am that Electra decided to resort to kidnapping, you really only have yourself to blame.  You should feel lucky someone wants to be with you and that furious attitude of yours.  

Rage: Cut the bullshit, Roxanne!  The basement…NOW!

Roxanne: I’m starting to think that maybe you do have a fascination for the lifestyle I lead.

Rage gives Roxanne a glare that warns her not to go any further with that.  She laughs it off then holds her hands up in defeat before she turns around, and looks back at him.

Roxanne: This way.  Boy, be a good boy and stay right where you are.

Boy: Yes, mistress.

Rage looks disgusted at Boy’s obedience to Roxanne, but he follows behind her as she leads him down a long hallway, then stopping in front of a locked door.  She reaches into her cleavage and pulls out the key belonging to the padlock.  Rage raises an eyebrow and shakes his head.

Rage: Seriously?  You’re one of those chicks that hides shit in her tits?  

Roxanne shakes her head.

Roxanne: Not everything, no.  But this key is something I definitely need to keep on me at all times.  It’s how I know Electra and Kittie are not down here, but if you insist on seeing for yourself…

Roxanne unlocks the padlock and removes it.  She pushes the door and it creeks open, giving Rage permission to walk through.

Roxanne: After you…

Rage: Something tells me I’m walking into a trap…

Roxanne: Oh stop being so paranoid and just walk downstairs.  I give you my word this isn’t a trap.

Rage thinks for a moment before he steps through the door and starts walking down the steps into the dark basement…er, dungeon, as he is about to find out.  Once they are at the bottom of the steps Roxanne brushes past him.  The only source of lighting comes from a few lantern type lights placed throughout the basement.  Rage shakes his head as he looks around, disappointed that Electra and Kittie are indeed not there.  He tries not to look at the various BDSM devices set up throughout the room and along the walls, and tries to delete any images that pop into his brain.

Roxanne: Satisfied big boy?  Now you got a look at what very few other men have seen.

Rage: No, I’m not fucking satisfied and I’m regretting getting a look at this place.  I didn’t think Electra could be this fucking hard to find, but the bitch is smarter than I thought!

Rage growls loudly and pulls at what hair he has.  He knows the sooner he finds Kittie, the better, and the only person he thought could help, apparently can’t.  Roxanne thinks for a moment, before she gets an idea.

Roxanne: I might not know where they are, but perhaps I can find out.  I can reach out to Electra and see if I can get any information.

Rage lifts his head quickly and stares at Roxanne.  An unfamiliar mixed look of hope and relief appears on his face, hut as quickly as it had appeared, it faded.

Rage: Why should I believe you?

Roxanne: Because, Rage, as I said earlier, Kittie has been one of my closest friends for a while.  I don’t want to see her get hurt, and I know what Electra is capable of.  I might be the only one who can get her to come to her senses.

Rage: Fat chance of that happening…

Roxanne: Look, just give me a few days and let me get a hold of her.  I’ll do my best to get information and as soon as I find anything out, I’ll let you know.

Rage sighs.  He knows he has no other choice, as Roxanne has a point.  Roxanne was one of the only people Electra trusted, and if anyone could get through to her, it was her.

Rage: Deal, but I’m not going to give up searching for her myself.  Synn has been in contact with a few people also, and one way or another, we’re going to find her.  You better hope you find her first, because if I get to her first, that bitch won’t like what is going to happen.

Roxanne: I understand.  You do what you need to do, but until then, I will do my best to see that no one walks away from this harmed.

Rage nods.  He goes to turn and head back upstairs and out of Roxanne’s basement slash dungeon, when she clears her throat and gets his attention again.

Roxanne: Oh Rage?

Rage: What?

Roxanne: You sure you don’t want a test run at some of my toys?  I promise you’ll enjoy it…

Rage laughs and shakes his head.

Rage: Not a fucking chance, lady.  

Roxanne: Pity.  I just thought that what Electra doesn’t know won’t hurt her.  The offer stands anytime you change your mind…

Rage again shakes his head, this time refusing to say a word in response.  He starts walking up the stairs and away from Roxanne as she secretly locks her eyes on his backside with a satisfied grin.  Once Rage disappears through the door and leaves, Roxanne formulates a plan in her mind on how best to reach out to Electra.


”Let’s move ahead  a few days, shall we?  I wanted to keep looking for any sign of Kittie and Electra, but unfortunately I also had my commitments to SCW and the events.  With the military tour kicking off in St. Louis, I was forced to join the others and show up for Climax Control, but that didn’t mean the search for Kittie was getting put on hold.”

“Oh no, far from it actually.  Both Synn and I spoke to Shane and he agreed to stay back in Vegas with Fantasia and keep checking any leads that came or way.  Just when we think we’ve found something, though, we fall right behind.  I don’t know how much longer I can put up with this shit and avoid Electra.  She’s had Kittie almost 3 weeks now.  I can’t let her keep her for much longer.  Kittie’s gonna be pissed off as it is!”

“Now I’m just waiting for Roxanne to call me with whatever the hell she finds out and I’m left with jack shit to do.”

“Oh…except team with a huge pain in my ass named Gabriel.  And we’re facing two worthless nobodies who go by the team name of R.O.A.R. That in itself is pathetic and makes me laugh, but you know what?  I’m not even going to worry about who we’re facing right now, because it doesn’t matter.  I’m going to focus on the fact that I have to team with Gabriel at all!”

“Stablemate or not, the guy doesn’t even want to wrestle in SCW anymore and he’s been bitching and claiming that HE will have to carry ME in this match!  He’s out of his freaking mind!”

“You know, after he and I are done fighting our way through beating the shit out of the tiger cubs, I think I’m going to do him a favor and finally introduce his face with my fist.  He’s been asking for it for too damn long, and sooner or later…I’m gonna get my chance.”

“You all better believe I will…”


Sinful Dysfunction.  That’s the only way to currently describe the teaming of the Sins of Greed and Wrath…Gabriel and Rage.  Their love hate relationship was obvious over the past few years since they’ve been stablemates...er, family…but lately?  Well, let’s just say Gabriel has had a way of getting under Rage’s skin more than Kittie normally does.  And with Kittie currently being held by Electra Blaze in an unknown location, Gabriel is doing a fine job at keeping Rage true to his Sin nature.  

We currently find ourselves just outside the dressing room saved for the Seven Deadly Sins at the Scott Air Force Base.  Gabriel had stormed out just a few minutes before to try and hunt down Despayre and confront him on tricking Gabriel into signing a new contract for SCW.  Rage secretly got a laugh out of that, but Gabriel was far from impressed and he intended to find out why Despayre had tricked him.  

While all that was going down, Rage had some business of his own to take care of.  He’d been waiting to hear anything from Roxanne for over a week now, and he was sick of waiting.  Shane was taking care of the search back in Vegas, and Rage finally decided to call Roxanne.

He takes his iPhone out of his pocket and dials Roxanne’s number, putting the call on speaker.  It rings a few times before Roxanne picks up on the other end.

Roxanne: Well hello there, big boy.  How’s it hanging?

Rage: Cut the bullshit, Roxanne.  I’ve been waiting for you to call for over a fucking week now.  Now, something tells me you’ve heard from your red-haired mini-clone and I want to know what the fuck is going on.  

Roxanne: Relax, Rage.  Yes, I’ve heard from her, but I told you I would call you if I had any information, which I currently don’t have.

Rage growls loudly and this causes an SCW employee walking by to give him an odd look.  He just lifts up his middle finger and the worker scurries away, choosing not to mess with him any further.

Rage: Then what DO you have, because my patience is already running thin.  

Roxanne: She won’t tell me anything.  At least not yet.  I told her I knew she took Kittie and tried to ask her for any information but she’s hell bent on doing this alone.  She knows I’ve been friends with Kittie for a while, so I suppose that is why she is hesitant to tell me anything.

Rage: This is getting ridiculous.  I’m telling you, Roxanne, the longer she keeps Kittie, the worse it gets for her.  She’s got it in her head that I’m just going to magically realize that she and I are meant to be together and that I’m going to walk away from the people who have been my family for so long, and that’s NOT going to happen.  What the fuck do I have to do to get it through her God damn head?!

A few moments of silence falls between the two as they think about the current situation.  Roxanne is heard letting out a long sigh.

Roxanne: I was hoping to get everyone out of this situation unharmed…

Rage: You mean get Electra out of this situation unharmed, because I’m sure Kittie is going to have a few bruises once we get her back.

Roxanne: Unfortunately, I do think you are right.  You do whatever you think you need to do, but I will continue to push Electra for any information on where she’s holding Kittie.  I’ll try and make sure she understands that she has severe punishment in store, in one form or another.

Rage rolls his eyes, but then an idea hits him.

Rage: Fucking brilliant!  

Roxanne: I’m sorry?  What is?

Rage: You’ll find out soon enough.  Look, just keep on Electra and I don’t care what you have to do, find out where she is.  I’ve got a way to end this bullshit once and for all.

Roxanne: Oookay…I’d ask, but something tells me you won’t tell me anyway.  

Rage: You’re right, I’m not.  Just figure out where they are and leave the rest up to me.

Before Roxanne can get another word in, Rage ends the call.  He looks at the screen for a moment, carefully deliberating in his mind whether or not the next decision he makes is a good idea.  He shakes his head then starts typing a text message before hitting send and waiting for a response.  The rest…well, you’ll just have to stay tuned to find out.


”I don’t know what pisses me off more right now.  The fact that I’m teaming with Gabriel, or the fact that we’re facing two guys who aren’t even worth our time!  Gabriel goes from winning a match against Christian Underwood to this…and I’m going from challenging for the Heavyweight title to this bullshit!  What the fuck were they thinking?”

“Maybe Gabriel has been right all along.  It seems pretty fucking coincidental that Geno Jr makes his triumphant return and Sean Jackson defeats Jamie Dean, and all of a sudden, I’m right back down to the bottom of the ladder facing two jackasses who haven’t even made a big fucking impression in this company.”

“I’ve done the tag team scene before, and so has Gabriel.  We’re both over it.  At least I am.  It’s nothing against Despayre, because both Gabriel and I had injuries to deal with that put our teams with Despayre on hold, but throwing the two of us together?  Whose bright idea was that?!?!”

“I’m not going to lie, Gabriel is better at destroying opponents mentally and with his *air quotes* words of wisdom and trash talk, but me…I just get the job done by beating the shit out of them.  I don’t prove my worth based on words.  I don’t have to insult people or make an impression by calling people a bunch of pathetic juvenile names, because that’s not how I work…I’ve done just fine so far, and nothing is going to change against these dipshits on Sunday.”

“R.O.A.R…Seriously?  Gabriel said it better than I did but…what the fuck were you two thinking?  THAT is how you two want to leave an impression on the division?  With a shit name like R.O.A.R?  I don’t care what the letters stand for, the anagram itself is horrible.”

“Let’s face it, boys, you’re not real good at trash talk.  Not even close.  So you called Gabriel and I a couple of *air quotes* bean biscuits.  Do you two even know what the fuck you’re trying to say, because you made yourselves look like even bigger morons.  Even Big B makes better sense than you two, and that is saying something!”

“I don’t know what you two have done to think you warrant another shot at Despayre and Big B.  I don’t know if they plan to accept your challenge, and a part of me hopes they don’t because they can face people who actually give them a bigger challenge than you two.  Then again, maybe not because SCW is full of talentless nobodies.  So much so that it makes me wonder why even *I* am still around.”

“Jeremiah...I’m gonna do you a favor.  I’m gonna let my greedy tag team partner take care of you while I handle your Unc.  The two of us are closer in size anyway, but don’t think that makes it any easier for you.  I think Gabriel has been ingesting some of his wife’s pregnancy hormones, because the two of them have been more batshit crazy then Kittie when she’s off her meds.”

“Don’t worry though, J, if you really want a shot at me I’ll be more than happy to grant you that wish.  I might even let ya get in one shot before I stomp your head into the mat and move on to your uncle.  I haven’t quite decided yet.  Either way, though…You’re not going to walk out of this match feeling very good, and you might not even be able to make it to that match that you challenge Big B and Despayre to.”

“As for you Dark Tiger…Is that supposed to be a name that scares me?  Is that supposed to be intimidating?  Because if it is, you failed miserably.  You might be five inches taller than I am, but I’m definitely NOT afraid of you in the slightest.  I’m not worried about losing to you.  Hell, I think Drake Green gave me a bigger challenge than you will.”

“Where do you think you’re headed in this company, Dark Tiger?  Do you honestly believe that you can get past me and Gabriel, much less move on to the Bosom Buddies and actually win the tag team titles?  Got news for ya, buddy…Not a chance in hell.”

“So…tiger cubs…Do whatever the hell you think you need to do to prepare for Gabriel and I.  Throw you lame boring insults at us, but when the dust settles, the Seven Deadly Sins will ALWAYS walk out of a match against you two with the victory.  Don’t believe me?”

“Well…that is your problem.  You’re gonna need all the luck you can get.”

“See ya Sunday boys.”