Author Topic: Lost but found. (Read 559 times)

Derek Thorne · « **on:** February 26, 2016, 08:13:12 PM »

There is nothing like returning to a place that you have once been before. It feels all too familiar and I can work with familiar. This week I find myself revisiting the back hallways of Sin City Wrestling. I’m coming back to wrestle my first match in well over a year. To say that I’m a barrel of mixed feelings would be an understatement. I mean I haven’t stepped foot inside a professional ring for more than 365 days. For some that is a long time, but for me, the thrill of the fight is nothing more or nothing less than instinct. Am I worried that I will be a mess out there? Absolutely not, am I concerned that I will fail, under no circumstance will I ever let that feeling cloud my judgement inside the six sided ring.

I have failed in the past, but you know what they say failure is only an opportunity to begin again and this time I will come back wiser, stronger and more determined. For I have a point to prove, not only to myself, but also to a certain petite blonde. Who for some reason has all the faith in the world in me? She is the reason I even considered coming back, hell she is the reason why I am here today living and breathing, period.

I was none the wiser when she turned up in Norway with that comedic cockney; I had no idea what she was going to ask of me. I just assumed she was introducing me to her latest squeeze. It was in my kitchen when she blurted out that she had entered my name into the Blast from the Past tournament. At first I was taken back, the thought of competing again was something that I had been toying with for a while. The thought of being back in action, the thought of existing in the real world, fighting, winning, losing, it didn’t matter just the thought of ripping someone limb from limb was enough to wet my appetite. That’s when I noticed my hands had balled up by my side into two fists. My knuckles were snow white; my jaw was clenched while my breathing was deep. The animal instinct in me; was in overdrive.

She must have seen the fire in my eyes because the look on her joyful face quickly turned to apprehension. It was at that very moment she remembered what happened last time I had been in a fight and it was at that very moment she tried to back pedal out of her decision. As she begged and pleaded with me not to follow through with it, I couldn’t help but smile. The more she spoke the more it drove me to make my decision. I was coming back to the United States and I was coming back to Sin City Wrestling, even if it was just for one match, I needed it. Simply because the animal that sleeps inside me had laid dormant for far too long. He needed to be awoken; he needed a chance to be feed.

You see in Norway I’m forced to be on my best behaviour, while in the United States, anything goes.

And trust me if you only knew the anger that stalked within me, you would understand why I need freedom from this internal prison. Some people say that only the foolish get angry and that everything you do whilst under the influence of anger is something you’ll regret. The thing is, I don’t regret a damn thing I have ever said or done in my life and I will never regret a damn thing that I can control. They also say that holding onto anger only hurts you; well in my opinion it’s about time that holding onto my anger starts to hurt others.

Where better to start then coming back to Sin City Wrestling to inflict some sort anger management? I don’t need help in controlling my fury, I have handled that just perfectly for years, and I just need somewhere that I can release it.

So here we are looking at the week ahead knowing that I Derek Thorne will be coming back to fight, do I want to win the tournament? Anything is possible, but as for right now all I want is a purpose. Right now the tournament is giving me the ultimate opportunity to tie up some loose ends. Not only do I have a fantastic partner in Mercedes Vargas but I have the advantage of being one of the unknown.

Sure I’ve been in SCW before, sure I faced some of the men there previously, but that was before I had my whole world ripped up into tiny little pieces in front of me. That was before I had my entire core burnt to ashes. Last time I had sensitivities, last time I had Staggs holding a light so bright it was hard to get out of. Last time I had people who had opinions of me, people who had expectations of me. However this time, I have no one to please, no one to impress. I just have myself, I just have my wants. I don’t have a cast of a shadow over me, taming me, controlling me. I just have myself.

The only thing I have to worry about for the first few weeks is that I have Mercedes as a tag team partner and her best interest will be in my mind. If she wants to take this seriously, I’ll take this seriously. If she wants to use the tournament as a stepping stone to get towards the ultimate goal of having the chance to go head to head with Sam Marlowe for her SCW Bombshell Championship, I will try my hardest to help her get there.

For me this isn’t ultimately about the chance at going for the Heavyweight championship, it’s all a means to an end. Silence the animal inside, before it eats me alive.

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Flashback; Ben Jordan’s private Jet
Why her?

She was looking at me again; even with my eyes closed I could feel her hazel orbs staring holes into my skin. I wasn’t sure what it was about me that she thought was worth saving? However every time I saw her she had nothing but hope blazing in her eyes. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I had to open my eyes and face her questions, but for right now I needed silence. I desired peace. It sounds dismal doesn’t it? I mean how stupid, I’m a grown man asking for peace. I’ve spent most of my life living off the grid, how much peace could I want? I wanted it all, I craved it all; in fact I was so close to having it all.

That was until she stumbled into my life, a little tiny teenager who has no clue of how dangerous the world really is. I have to hand it to her, I was legitimately impressed when she trekked her way through the deepest forests of Sweden to come find me. Staggering her way up to my front door with exhaustion but anticipation smeared all over her face. At first I thought it was a joke, when she asked me to train her. I mean why me? I haven’t got the best track record when it comes to being inside the ring, but she insisted that it didn’t matter. It turns out she just wanted to learn how to fight and well fighting to me is like the blood in my veins, a necessity. She was sick of people seeing her as weak and defenceless so she wanted to be more, she needed to prove them wrong. So here she was begging for me to take her under my wing. So I did.

That moment was the birth of something that not many expected. Not only did I help her become a fighter, not only did she become a respectable wrestler, she became a silent warrior. One that unbeknown to her hides deep down inside of core, that she declines to let escape. Refusing the beast its time in the light. I knew exactly what was happening, the moment she became addicted to becoming a better fighter. I knew the moment she refused to give up that she was just feeding this monster that was effortlessly being contained.

You see she’s different. She’s like a butterfly filled with rage, a volcano disguised as a mountain, a sinister Viking hidden within a petite blonde. She’s the fury of a fire contained inside a cool breeze. She’s my creation and soon enough you’ll see her in all her glory, soon enough that monster inside her will rattle the door of its cage so hard that she won’t be able to contain it. She will snap and even know she doesn’t know it’s inside her, she will manage it with ease. As if she has been in control of it the whole time and that moment right there will be one of my proudest.

Only then will the bond of our friendship be absolute, only then will she become everything that I have envisioned for her and she will thank me for it. Trust me. You all will thank me for it. There’s only so much positivity this world can take and right now she’s just about to overload. So Melody Grace, it will be Welcome to the dark side.

With her eyes still burning into my skin I knew I had no choice, she was going to grill me to get answers. She’s predictable. When I finally opened my eyes I didn’t just see her staring at me, I noticed that Ben Jordan was looking at me as well.

Melody: Great you’re awake.

I wasn’t really sleeping but I just offered a slight smile.

Melody: Are you excited?

Looking directly at her I just nodded, I wasn’t the one for words.

Melody: Great, you’re going to be so amazing, just promise me you won’t go out of control? Because Mark Ward said that if you do anything stupid, he would hold me accountable.

A wild smirk crossed my face, a babysitter just what I needed.

Derek: I can’t promise you anything Melody, but I’ll try and keep you in Marks good books.

I watched as she clapped with glee, like I had just promised to take her to Disneyland. Turning my head to the side I looked towards Ben Jordan who was still looking at me with this confused look on his face.

Derek: Spit it out Cockney.

Ben cleared his throat while he looked back and forth between Melody and I, I knew he was going to ask one of two questions. One, no we have never been together nor will we ever and two, I answered above, and she is in my life because I am her trainer. There is nothing more or less.

Ben: I just want to know, if you’re from Sweden, why did we pick you up from Norway?

It was a good question, a very good question indeed. The answer wasn’t very simple; letting a slight exhale escape my lips they parted to answer his question.

Derek: Well it’s a long story; some might even say it’s complicated.

Just as those words left my mouth I found myself trailing off into deep thought, while I heard Melody take over story time to inform Ben why I didn’t live in Sweden anymore.

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A flashback, within a flashback;
removing a problem, while creating another

I can’t believe that she is with him, him of all people. This smug looking business man who wouldn’t know a thing about the real world, was the apple of her eye? I guess she thought that if he had money he would help provide for her, protect her and give her all those fancy things she liked. Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t give two shits about her being with another man, that doesn’t faze me. It’s the fact that she is letting him be around her. Yes her, my sweetest creation. For months now I have watched on from the sidelines, yet I have had no contact with either of them until today. Why today? Well today is the day that I noticed the bruises on her arm, the black around her eyes, her broken nose. This man that she let into her life was abusing her and she did nothing.

NOTHING!

I won’t stand back and watch her waste away into nothing more than mere ashes or a body six feet under because she is too amused by money, toys and fame. I will not stand back and watch her put my seed in harm’s way. I have an heir on this earth, she didn’t know it yet but she would one day. One day she would be in my possession. Hell I know I’m not the father type but she was mine, my own flesh and blood and she was being kept from me. Can you imagine the pain of knowing that your own child doesn’t even know you exist and what for? Just to keep her pure in the eyes of the powerful.

The more I thought about it the more I felt sick in the very lowest pits of my stomach. I’m not known to show much expression but right now irritation was creeping up all over my face. His face however, well that’s a different story.

This man would never and I mean never cause her any more damage and how do I know this? Because right now my right hand was dug into his throat, my fingers are wrapped around his trachea, compressing it. I could feel his breathing grow shorter, yet the foolish man continued to inhale deeply, jolting underneath my touch. I couldn’t blame him; after all he was going to die. It’s funny how certain figures of power react in desperate times. You see when I first confronted him, he was all words, and fists. Swinging at me like he was Iron Mike Tyson, the thing is sometimes those who believe they can fight, are often are the ones who knock themselves out.

It wasn’t hard to take control and since that moment, he has gone from throwing swear words at me to trying to buy me off with money. The thing is, I don’t need money from him, what I need from him is to be out of my little girl’s life. Permanently!

I could feel the beat of his pulse starting to slow; the sound of it was drumming in my ears. Thud... thud... thud... Yet that wasn’t my favourite part, my favourite part of all of this was the look in his swollen blood shot eyes. His lifeless blood shot eyes; they just starred up at me. I find it funny how within a blink of an eye he went from cool calm and collected to nothing but a shadow of himself.

I couldn’t help but crack a smile as thought about everything that had lead up until now, its funny isn’t it. Most people don’t have time to think when they’re about to end someone’s perfect life. Yet here I am reminiscing already over the bruises I have left all over his crippled body, the fact that I had broken his nose, his jaw, his left cheek bone. I had blackened his eyes, probably smashed his knee cap and all with my bare hands. It’s amazing what a cool calm and collected temper can do to a man. You see this scum needed to be removed from his stance of power and who better to do it than the biological father to his step daughter.

It wasn’t just because he was hurting the mother of my child; it was because I knew these situations all too well. I knew that it often started with the male putting his hands on the female before he would turn to the children. What kind of father would I be if I let this sick excuse of a man put his hands on my daughter? I wouldn’t be. I would be just as bad as he was, I would be nothing more than the abuser. I wouldn’t and couldn’t let him think he could get away with his actions. I’ve never been the one to follow any religions but right now I was happy to play God.

I watched on as his eyes closed as his last breaths started to come, any moment now he would be gone and my daughter would be left unharmed. That’s all the mattered to me, I could live with his blood on my hands for the rest of my days. Making sure he was out of her life was the only thing I could do right now, so I was going to make sure I finished the job. That was until I heard her voice, her sweet child like voice. My eyes snapped up from his body below me, my hand jolted back from his throat. She was standing right there, right in front of me, with her mother by her side. I could finally see her beautiful flawless face, her perfect blonde hair and her calming blue eyes. I had seen them before but only from a distance, she was breathtaking, my daughter was perfect and she was there right there.

I saw the look of concern on her flawless face as she looked down at me; I saw the fear in her calming blue eyes. Soon her eyes were filled with tears, while she screamed towards me unsure why someone would be so cruel. She was scared hell she was frightened of me, I was just like the monster her mother described me as. I could feel her mother’s gaze on me; she was proud because she knew deep down that I was never going to have my baby girl in my life. This moment right here had ruined everything. I had unleashed the animal within but at what cost?

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Right now;

The scene is an old broken down bathroom, with chipped tiles hanging from the walls. A dirty hand basin sits up against the wall while a mirror that can barely reflect any sort of image hangs unbalanced on the wall. To the left is a bath tub filled with God only knows what, while a ripped shower curtain hangs from the ceiling. I wasn’t the one for dramatics but right now, this place just screamed damaged and broken. Those two words describe Derek Thorne, perfectly. The bathroom door swings open with a squeak before the tall powerful Swede steps into the room. Above his head is a single light bulb that is attached to a very long cord, it swings around his head bringing some light to this somewhat dim situation. Looking towards the mirror Derek lefts out a deep exhale before his unusual gruff Swedish voice can be heard.

Derek: This weekend I find myself coming back to Sin City Wrestling, to compete in a mixed tag team match up for the blast from the past tournament. I find myself matched up with a perfect tag team partner in the SCW internet Bombshell Champion Mercedes Vargas. What more could I ask for in a partner right? I mean she is strong, athletic, determined. She knows how to win matches and she knows how to be a team player. I have no concerns regarding her, if anything I feel blessed knowing that she was assigned to me, via random draw. I must have done something right in one of my pass lives to receive such a perfect return present.

Looking up at the mirror Derek continues to make this way towards it, all the while being filmed for this week’s promotional video.

Derek: I can’t complain about my pairing, hell I can’t even complain about my competition this week. Now I know that this purely men versus men and women versus women, so I can’t say much on Melanie. Only that I hope she is truly ready for Mercedes. My partner Mercedes isn’t to be taken lightly, she is pure SCW perfection everything she has done has lead her to exactly where she is now and in my eyes that’s her being at the top. I mean how many other Bombshells have stuck around for so long? She had to watch veterans retire, she’s has seen new blood come and go, but she has always been constant. Something that is nice to keep in mind, knowing that your partner will always be there no matter what. I have full faith in Mercedes and what she is capable of, so Melanie; I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into and good luck because you’re going to need it.

Looking towards the camera Derek winks at it confidently before walking up towards the bathroom sink. Resting his hands on the edge of the sink Derek ducks down so he can see his reflection.

Derek: I however get to go one on one with Connor. I find it oddly funny that the first person I get to step back into the ring with is Connor Murphy. I mean I know the guy, not well, but I know him. He’s an old nXt connection, not that I was ever formally in nXt but you know what they say, when you’re family to Staggs you’re family to everyone Staggs sees as family. It’s a twisted little web, yet once you get stuck in it it’s hard to get out of it.

A blank look crosses the Swede’s face as he continues.

Derek: However regardless of his connections to my brother Staggs, I will not be taking this week’s match lightly. Connor Murphy, I mean what is there to know about him? Other than he is a Nobody, no that’s not me making a cheap shot that’s what the poor boy calls himself. A Nobody, I find it funny how souls that can walk this earth still consider themselves as nobodies. I mean really Connor? You want to call yourself a nobody, someone like you who has friends, who has motivation, who has drive. I call bullshit. I’ll call bullshit all day long. You’re a pretender. Sure you’ve had a rough upbringing and sure you’re a little bit rough around the edges but the fact you call yourself a nobody is deplorable.

Looking into the mirror Derek squares his eyes.

Derek: You only feel like you’re a nobody because people don’t understand you, you feel like they don’t care. You only think you’re this shell of a man that walks the face of the earth because you had a few rough nights, under your belt. That doesn’t make you a nobody, it just makes you weak. People who claim to be nobodies are often some bodies, who seek what they want the most, and Connor I can see right through it, your want for attention is blinding and your need for it is pathetic.

The more Derek looks into the dark mirror the closer to the basin he gets.

Derek: Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure you’re a fine fighter, who can hold his own. I mean you love to fight don’t you? Ahh it’s like I’m looking into a damn mirror and seeing myself at times, the dark alleys, the hoodies, the smart arse comments, and the love of the brawl. The difference is Connor, I don’t have to constantly show boat or constantly remind people that, that’s my way of life... because it just comes naturally. I just wish you could see your own potential.

The light still swirls around the room above Derek’s head as he continues.

Derek: Last time I was in Sin City Wrestling you were in nXt, this time I come back to find that you have joined the nobodies. Don’t you think it’s about time you did something Connor? I mean don’t you think it’s about time you broke from this mould and do something different? Be your own man, stand up on your own two feet and break away from the belief that you need to surround yourself with people to matter? It’s about time you stood out of the shadows, it’s about time you break away from being in a group and be your own man. Build yourself up. Show us who Connor Murphy really is, because right now this facade is just your smokescreen because you fear the man that you could become. Forceful, unstoppable, unleashed... one day you will break away from the confides of being in a stable one day you will break away from what is holding you back. I just guess it’s lucky for me that this Sunday won’t be that day. You’ll still be misguided by your own lies, and you’ll be hindered by your inability to see that you actually matter.

Stepping back from the basin Derek turns to face the camera.

Derek: This Sunday Connor, I’m coming back to Climax Control with one thing on my mind and that’s proceeding to the next round in the blast from the past tournament. I have a point to prove too many in the locker-room but more importantly I have to prove to myself that coming back was the right idea. It’s just a shame that you have to be in the firing line for week one. I will not under estimate you Connor, but I do believe that you have a weakness and if I have to expose it to get the better of you, I will. I have no shame in doing that, this is a game and I enjoy playing it. I didn’t come back to be handed opportunities, I came back to take them by earning them. That means I have to climb the ladder and that means this week I have to use you as my first railing, to start to climb. It’s not personal it’s just business.

Looking back towards the mirror Derek continues.

Derek: I don’t plan on leaving Climax Control disappointed; I know that feeling all too well and it’s something I don’t wish to repeat. I have had two shots at this blast from the past thing and each time I have never taken it seriously, nor have I wanted to, this time however it’s make or break for me. This time I’m using it to fuel a fire that I thought was put out a long time ago. It’s go hard or go home as they say.

Turning back to the camera, he smirks.

Derek: I will see you this coming Sunday Connor, for a match that no doubt won’t disappoint a lot of people, the outcome however will leave people divided. I look forward to seeing you on Sunday Connor, I look forward to figuring out who you really are.

A slight chuckle leaves his lips.

Derek: As for Mercedes, I can’t wait to finally meet you at CC, so we can formally get to know one another.

A devilish smirk now takes over his face as Derek wraps up his promotional.

Derek: This weekend Team BlackThorn won’t hold back against team Connor and Melanie... and hopefully we’ll advance to the next round of the blast from the past tournament.

With that said and done the vision just fades to black.