Ten Years Ago…
Shock. That is the only way to describe how she is feeling at this very moment. The moment her life has changed forever. But, not just her life. Oh no. There was one other party involved in what could very well turn out to be a complete disaster, as neither of them were expecting this.
The petite brunette stands in the bathroom of the home she shares with her boyfriend. She has her palms placed on the sides of the sink, and she’s leaning against it. For support perhaps. To gather her thoughts, maybe. She couldn’t quite tell at the moment. She just takes in a few deep breaths and stares at herself in the mirror. Her face says it all. She’s downright scared. Terrified even.
But she’s not terrified of the situation she is in. No, she’s more terrified to break the news to her boyfriend, because she could only keep picturing over and over in her mind how he would react. And it wasn’t a pretty picture. It wasn’t an excited, loving and happy reaction. No, it was more a furious, rage filled dreading reaction.
But she has to tell him. And, unfortunately for her, that moment is going to come a lot sooner than she had hoped as she hears the front door shutting as he has now gotten home. She doesn’t even have time to gather her thoughts and come up with the proper way to break the news. She nearly jumps out of her skin when he pounds on the bathroom door.
“Electra?! Why the fuck do you have the bathroom door locked?!”
She takes in a deep breath and wipes away and remnants of tears that may have been left in her eyes before she turns and faces the door.
Electra: I’ll be out in a second, Rage. I’m just not feeling well.
Rage lets out a growl and storms off down the hall into their bedroom. Electra takes in another deep breath and grabs something off of the sink. She holds it in her hand as she turns and unlocks the door. She gathers up all of her courage as she walks out of the bathroom and walks out, heading down the hall to their bedroom. She stands in the doorway and watches Rage as he is seated on the edge of the bed, untying his boots.
Electra: Babe, I...I need to talk to you.
Rage rolls his eyes and looks up at her as he pulls his shirt off over his head.
Rage: Can it wait? I’d like to take a shower and relax for a while.
Electra: No, it can’t. It really can’t.
Rage shakes his head and stands up from the bed. He walks over to Electra, but the look on his face says he isn’t the slightest bit interested in talking at the moment.
Rage: Electra, I’m sure it can wait, alright? I’m tired as fuck right now and--
Electra: Rage, I’m pregnant…
His face falls and almost turns panicked as he stumbles back and away from her, shaking his head.
Rage: What? No. You’re bullshitting me right now.
Electra shakes her head and she holds up her right hand, showing him what she is holding. The pregnancy test. And it very clearly shows the positive sign, meaning she was, indeed, telling the truth.
Rage: It...It’s wrong, Electra. It’s a false positive or something. You’re not pregnant.
Electra shakes her head and takes in a deep breath. She takes a step towards him, but he backs away, obviously now in shock.
Electra: I’m almost a month late, Rage. I already made a doctor’s appointment for later this week, but I’m pretty sure it’s not a false positive. I know my body, and I know that I’m pregnant.
Rage continues to back away and eventually, he sinks down onto the bed. He brings his hands up to his head, grasping at what would be hair if he had any, and he starts to shake his head. He thinks about it for a moment before his eyes suddenly narrow and he turns and glares at Electra, furious.
Rage: If you’re pregnant, then that kid ain’t mine!
Electra rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
Electra: Oh really? Did you think you were shooting blanks and that is your way of accusing me of cheating on you or something? Grow up, Rage. This is most definitely yours.
Rage: You’re trying to fucking trap me!
Electra: Trap you?! Why the hell would I try to trap you when I knew you were vehemently against having kids from the start?! I didn’t expect you to just suddenly change your mind!
Rage lets out furious growl and grips at his head. He didn’t know how this could happen. Well, he knew HOW it happened but he never expected it to.
Electra: Look, I wasn’t expecting this any more than you were, but you’re the one who--
Rage looks up and points his finger at Electra angrily.
Rage: Don’t fucking pin this on me! You should have been taking pills to prevent this or something!
Electra lets out a laugh as she shakes her head.
Electra: Yeah, and you knew I wasn’t when you decided not to use a God damned condom one time! So we’re BOTH to blame for this!
Rage snarls before he stands up from the bed and approaches her. He looks down at her and very seriously and almost viciously, he tells her what to do.
Rage: Take care of it. And soon.
Electra’s eyes widen.
Electra: Excuse me? What exactly--
Rage: You know what I’m fucking saying. Neither one of us is ready to have a kid, Electra. Especially me. Do what you have to fucking do.
Rage then heads over to the closet and starts gathering up some clothes, tossing them in a duffel bag. Electra watches him the whole time, almost heartbroken and she fights back tears.
Electra: What are you doing? Where are you going?
Rage: I...I need to fucking get away for a few days.
Electra: Rage, we really need to talk about this. Seriously talk about it.
Rage: There’s nothing to talk about, Electra. Nothing you say will change my mind. Ever. I’ll be back in a few days.
Electra tries to stop him as he goes to walk out of their bedroom, but he pulls away and storms out. A few seconds later she hears the front door slamming shut and she turns around, shaking her head. Tears are now streaming down her face as she walks over to the bed and sinks down burying her face in one hand and holding her stomach in the other.
Wednesday August 10th
4 A.M
As has been the case several times over the last couple of weeks, Rage is once again in his fitness room. He’d woken up following a memory plaguing his dreams. He hadn’t slept more than two hours before the dream and he knew there was no way he’d manage to fall back asleep after, so he headed down to his fitness room for an early workout. As he’s currently working the punching back, getting more aggressive with each punch, he’s not paying attention when his brother knocks on the door. Add to that the fact that he has his earphones in listening to some loud music, and the only way Phil can get his attention is to walk up behind him and tap him on his shoulder.
Phil: Hey! Jake!
Rage nearly jumps out of his skin, and he’s in full defense mode as he spins around and nearly punches Phil right in his jaw. Phil has to leap a couple of feet back, holding his hands up, as Rage pulls his earphones out. He shakes his head and stares at Phil.
Rage: Jesus Christ, Phil! Don’t fucking walk up behind me like that!
Phil: What else was I supposed to do? You obviously couldn’t hear me over that music you were listening to. What the hell are you doing down here?
Rage looks around the room and lets out a laugh.
Rage: What else would I be doing in here? I couldn’t sleep so I decided to get an early workout in. You just getting in from work?
Phil nods.
Phil: Yeah, I got stuck there a little bit longer than I thought. What’s going on with you, man? And don’t lie to me again.
Rage stares at Phil for a moment. He shakes his head when Phil folds his arms across his chest, proof that he won’t accept anything but the truth.
Rage: You’re more nagging that Kittie is, you know that?
Phil: Can you blame me? You’re my brother and something is bothering the hell out of you lately. Whatever the hell it is, you can trust me.
Rage takes in a deep breath and walks over to a bench just a few feet away. He grabs his bottle of water and takes a drink and then sits down. There is also a towel sitting next to him and he takes in and wipes the sweat from his head and face.
Rage: Look, Phil. It’s all just...complicated.
Phil: It’s probably not as complicated as you’re making it seem.
Rage closes his eyes and shakes his head again. The only other person who knew what was really going on with him was sleeping in their bedroom upstairs, and the secret that he’s keeping is not something he really wanted to tell anyone else.
Rage: Alright. So, you remember when we talked a couple months ago you asked me if I had thought about marriage, kids, the whole nine yards with Kittie?
Phil nods.
Phil: Yeah. And you were obviously lying about the marriage thing considering you actually went and proposed to Kittie.
<red>Rage: Yeah, the marriage thing is wasn’t I was talking about. I told you I didn’t want to doom a kid to have my DNA and shit. You remember that?
Phil nods again.
Phil: Yeah, I remember, but what---Shit. Kittie really is pregnant isn’t she?!
Rage growls and shakes his head.
Rage: No! Christ, would you just let me finish?
Phil holds his hands up.
Phil: Sorry, bro. Go ahead and finish what you were saying.
Rage: Anyway. So you know all about my psycho ex-girlfriend, Electra. She pops back up every couple of years trying to find some way back into my life, but that ship has long since sailed and I have no interest in that bitch anymore. Well, we found out why she’s back around now.
Phil shakes his head, not understanding what Rage is trying to tell him. Rage rolls his eyes and lets out a frustrated growl before he takes the picture that Electra had give him of his supposed daughter, Ember, and hands it over to Phil.
Rage: That’s apparently Electra’s daughter, Ember.
Phil: Wait...weren’t you talking to this girl’s father a few months back?
Rage nods.
Rage: Well that’s the thing. He’s not really her father. That was Electra’s brother, Danny.
Phil: Okay. So what does this have to do with....Oooh, shit. You’re this girl’s father?
Rage throws his hands up in the air and shrugs.
Rage: That’s what Electra says, Phil, but...I don’t know! Why the fuck should I believe her?! She’s done nothing but lie to me in the past and done some pretty crazy shit to try and get me to get back together with her, so why should I believe this? I wouldn’t put it past her trying to pin someone else’s kid on me.
Phil: Dude, I know you say she’s crazy and all, but...Why would she try to pin a kid on you when you don’t even want kids? And better yet, how did you not know all this time that you could have a kid?!
Rage buries his head in his hands again, going silent and Phil looks at him suspiciously.
Phil: You didn’t know, did you Jake?
Rage: I don’t know, Phil! I blocked it out or something! Around the time that we broke up she had a scare or something, but...I’m telling you that kid ain’t mine, Phil. I...I can’t be her father!
Phil takes in a deep breath and he sits down next to Rage. He hands the picture back to his brother and tries to come up with something that could help him.
Phil: Look, I’m not gonna ask for the whole story, but you really need to figure out what the hell happened. Didn’t Electra tell you everything?
Rage shakes his head.
Rage: No. I didn’t give her the chance to, because I really don’t want to fucking hear it. I’ve got too much other shit to worry about right now, Phil. She sprung that shit on me right before my damn title defense against Kain and Steve Ramone, and now we have this Canadian tour coming up. I can’t be worrying about something that probably isn’t--
Phil: Dude, you just said that she had a scare before you two broke up. I think you owe it to yourself to find out the truth and really figure out if you’re that girl’s father. There’s nothing saying you have to be a part of her life, but...come on, man. Think about this. Really think about it.
Rage continues to shake his head, and he has a lost expression on his face as he tries to think about what he should do. Phil just pats his brother on the back before he stands up.
Phil: You’re the only one who can really decide what you want to do, Jake. Kittie and I, we can only give you so much advice, but it’s up to you to figure out what your next move is. I’ll give you some space in the meantime. I need to go take a shower and then crash for a few hours. You gonna be alright?
Rage nods and stands up from the bench, grabbing his bottle of water and towel again.
Rage: I’ll be fine, bro. Go get some sleep.
Phil: Just take some time to decide what you wanna do, Jake. And don’t get so damn stressed over it.
Rage lets out a laugh.
Rage: Yeah, easy for you to say. You’re not going through this shit.
Phil: True, I’m not. Just relax, bro. Everything will workout in the end.
Rage remains silent and just nods at his brother slowly. Phil then turns and walks out of the fitness room. He heads just down the hall to his bathroom to take a shower and Rage heads back over to the punching bag. He puts his earphones back in and hits shuffle on his phone to play some more music as he tries to clear the thoughts from his head while letting out some aggression.
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Back To Ten Years Ago…
Four days have passed since Electra broke the news to Rage that she was pregnant. And it’s been four days since Electra has even spoken to Rage, as after she told him, he bolted out the door as he told her to “take care of it.” Rage didn’t have to say the exact words, but Electra knew what he meant by that. She knew he wanted her to terminate the pregnancy, and regardless of how he felt, it broke Electra’s heart.
She had no idea when Rage would be back, but she knew one thing. She doesn’t want to be here when he does decide to come home. She’s currently in their bedroom, packing up as many of her clothes as she can. She already has one bag packed and she’s working on another, moving around the apartment quickly. Unfortunately for her, Rage won’t make her exit a quiet one. Just as she zips up her second bag she hears the apartment door close. She lets out a disappointed sigh and before she knows it, Rage is standing in the bedroom doorway, looking at her packed bags, and then to her.
Rage: Going somewhere?
Electra turns her head and just looks at him. She says nothing as she takes her duffel bag off the bed and walks it over, placing it next to the other bag.
Rage: Would you slow down for a second so we can talk?
Electra just lets out a laugh but she can’t look at him.
Electra: Talk? You made it very clear the other day that you don’t want to talk about this. I’m doing you a favor, Rage. You don’t need to say anything else.
Rage: Electra, relax, alright? I admit I freaked out the other day, but can you blame me? Kids aren’t my thing.
Electra: It doesn’t matter, okay? I get it. But, I can’t do this anymore. If I’m going to be honest with you, I think I’ve been over this for a while, and so have you.
Rage raises an eyebrow as Electra finally faces him.
Rage: What the hell are you talking about? I’m not going to let you just end this when you’re carrying my kid, Electra.
Electra: You told me to get a fucking abortion, Rage! Do you really think I’d stay with you when you’d tell me to do something like that?!
Rage: I told you I freaked out! If you would just talk to me rationally we can work--
Electra shakes her head and she looks down to the floor, her eyes filling with tears.
Electra: It doesn’t matter, Rage. There’s nothing to work out.
Rage: Like hell there isn’t!
Electra: I’M NOT PREGNANT, OKAY?! It was a fucking false alarm!
Rage’s jaw drops a bit and he’s left temporarily speechless. But while a part of him was relieved to hear this, he also oddly felt really shitty for the way he had treated Electra. He runs his hand over his head, unable to find the words to say, and this gives Electra the chance to speak more.
Electra: It’s for the best anyway, Rage. This was never going to work out between us, and involving a kid in the whole situation? It wouldn’t have been fair to either of us, or the baby. Not to mention, I wouldn’t want you to feel like you had to stay with me just because I was pregnant.
Rage: So that’s it then? You’re just packing your shit and leaving because I understandably freaked out?
Electra nods.
Electra: That was just the straw that broke the camel’s back, Rage. I’m not going to stand here and say this is easy for me, because it’s not. I love you. I have no idea why, because you’re a complete asshole sometimes, but I still love you. But the fact is, you’ll never love me back.
Rage rubs his head, suddenly uncomfortable with this whole conversation.
Rage: Look, Electra…
Electra holds her hand up.
Electra: No, Rage. You don’t need to say anything, okay? I understand and, honestly, I’m not really that upset. This is all eye opening for me. You spend so much of your time with Synn and the Seven Deadly Sins, and so little with me. They’re your family. There’s no room in your life for me, so it’s best we just go our separate ways.
Rage suddenly narrows his eyes at Electra as she brings up the Seven Deadly Sins.
Rage: Leave it up to you to use the Sins as a fucking excuse. I’ve never understood what you’ve had against them!
Electra: Really? Need I remind you how your initiation into that twisted little family went? I’ve never understood how you could stomach to be around those people. Especially Synn! But, hey, it’s not my problem anymore. You don’t need to worry about me. You don’t need to worry about a baby. You’re free, Rage. I’m done.
Rage: Fine. Fucking go then. But don’t try and come running back to me a week from now. I’m not going to put up with your bullshit drama.
Electra laughs as she grabs her backs.
Electra: Oh, don’t worry, Rage. I won’t come running back next week. Run along to Synn now. I’m sure he’ll be happy to know that you’re no longer attached to me. Not that he cared before.
Rage: Fuck you, Electra.
Electra: Not anymore, you’re not. Good-bye, Rage. Have a nice life with the Sins.
Electra then walks past Rage, not even bothering to collect any of her other belongings. Rage watches her walk out of the apartment, and out of his life, and once she’s gone, he clenches his fist and punches the wall, leaving a nice hole right in the center, before he turns around and disappears into the bathroom and a few moments later, the shower is heard running.
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Later in the morning, after his workout and a shower, Rage made a decision he didn’t think he’d make so soon. The fact was, with Kittie nagging him so much, and after his talk with Phil, he had come to the realization that he had to bite the bullet. He had to talk to Electra and find out the truth, because the events that he remembered, just didn’t add up.
So he called the number in his recent call log that he knew was Electra. He had ignored it so many times, it felt strange to actually be calling her, and he half expected her to not answer. But she did, and rather quickly. It wasn’t a long conversation, but he found out she was in Las Vegas(big surprise), and was able to meet up.
Now here he is, walking into the local cafe about to get the answers he needed. He’s greeted by a waitress as soon as he walks in, but he spots Electra at a table towards the back of the cafe and he heads towards her. She has a cup of tea in front of her and she smiles at him as he walks up to the table and takes a seat in the chair across from her.
Electra: Hello, Rage. I’m glad you finally decided to sit down and talk with me.
Rage: Yeah, well you kind of left me no choice. I need to know what the hell is going on, and talking over the phone isn’t exactly an option with you.
Electra nods and she takes a sip of her tea. The waitress walks up to the table with a pot of coffee, offering some to Rage and he holds out his mug and she fills the glass. The two don’t order any food so the waitress walks away.
Electra: I know you’d rather not see me, and I don’t blame you, but this is better said in person. I know you, and you need to see my face to know that I’m telling the truth, otherwise you wouldn’t have believe me over the phone.
Rage: There’s no guarantee I’ll actually believe you even now, Electra. This whole situation is fucked up, and you decided to spring it on me at the worst possible time. Things are just looking up for me in SCW and once again, you come back into the picture and fuck it up.
Electra just shakes her head and grins.
Electra: It’s not my fault you were avoiding me for well over a month when I was trying to get in touch with you. And there’s nothing that says any of this has to affect your status in SCW. Only you can let that happen.
Rage: Look, I’d rather not sit here and argue with you for very long. I want to know what the hell happened. The sooner you get this over with, the sooner I can leave and hopefully never have to see you again.
Electra takes in a deep breath and then lets out a sigh. She holds on to her cup of tea, and just looks Rage directly in his eyes, finally ready to tell him the truth.
Electra: I was sick, Rage. For a very long time. And not physically sick. I mean mentally sick. You know that.
Rage nods.
Rage: Yeah, tell me something I don’t know.
Electra: The day that I left, you remember that?
He nods, but doesn’t say a word.
Electra: I lied to you. I told you that it was a false alarm and that I wasn’t pregnant, but the truth is that I was. I hadn’t gone to the doctor yet, but after the way you reacted when I told you, I knew that I couldn’t force you into being a father to our child.
Rage: So you fucking lied to me. You decided to have our kid without me in the picture and leave me absolutely clueless?
Electra nods.
Electra: Basically, yes. There was no way I was going to terminate the pregnancy either. No matter how screwed up mentally I was, I wasn’t going to kill my own child, regardless of if you wanted it or not.
Rage: So where the hell does your brother come into this? Why is he painting himself as her father?
Electra takes in another deep breath and her facial expression turns sad, almost heartbroken.
Electra: Well I went to live with Danny after I left you. I told him what had happened, and he was helping me out as much as he could. But as I got further along in my pregnancy, and the hormones really started to kick in, I started going off the deep end basically. I regretted leaving you. I wanted to come find you and tell you that I was still pregnant in hopes we could be a family, but Danny was doing everything he could to protect me. Long story short, he was awarded guardianship of Ember after I was born due to my diminished mental capacity, or however they wanted to word it. I was in no shape to raise her.
Rage: And she doesn’t know?
Electra shakes her head.
Electra: No, she doesn’t.
Rage: So why the hell didn’t you tell me all of this two years ago when you came around?
Electra laughs.
Electra: Well, that was part of the plan, but you saw how I was then. I wasn’t exactly focused on Ember. I was more obsessed with doing anything I could to try and win you back. After you powerbombed me through that table, I was hospitalized for a while. Not just healing from my neck injury that caused, but getting psychiatric help as well. Anyway, The past two years, a lot has changed. I’ve been doing everything in my power to get better so that, one day, I can hopefully be a mother to Ember. Danny isn’t happy about it, and he’s probably going to do everything in his power to stop me, but I’ve gotten a lawyer to help me fight if I need to.
Rage: So what’s your plan then? She’s almost ten years old, Electra.
Electra: I know that. I’d like to tell her I’m her mother by her tenth birthday. I know she’ll have a lot of questions, and she may not understand, but she needs to know. And I know one of her questions will be about you...about her father.
Rage lets out a sigh and shakes his head.
Rage: Look, Electra, maybe you telling he the truth isn’t the best idea at all. It seems to me that your brother has a pretty good idea of what’s best for her. He’s been a decent father to her. Why the hell would you want to fuck that up by springing this shit on her?
Electra: Because she’s MY daughter, Rage. I carried her for nine months, whether I was in my right mind or not. I want to make up for lost time. I understand Danny has done a great job in raising her, and I’m grateful to him for that, but...she’s my daughter! She’s YOUR daughter too.
Rage: So you say, Electra. There’s still not a whole lot of reason for me to believe that she’s actually mine. For all I know, you could have went and fucked somebody else right after you left me. I still have no reason to believe you.
Electra brings her hands up to her temples and rubs them. She shakes her head.
Electra: Then that’s your problem I guess. But, deep down, you know she’s your daughter. I really don’t know what else I have to say to prove it to you, because clearly you’re not going to believe any of it.
Rage: I guess I just don’t understand why you decided to tell me anyway. You want her to know you’re her mother, fine. But you know how I’ve felt about having kids. You really think I’m going to want to be a part of her life after ten fucking years?
Electra: Because, regardless of your decision on that, you had to know you have a daughter. Plain and simple. I can’t force you to be a part of her life. Do I hope that you will be? For her sake and yours, yes. But, I’m not going to force you. I just wanted you to know the truth.
A long silence falls between the two for a while as Rage considers his next move. His life just took an unexpected turn. One that he really had no idea what to do about, and all he knows is that there is a ten year old little girl out there with his blood running through her veins...at least according to Electra. All signs pointed to the fact that he is indeed Ember’s father, but a part of him still doesn’t want to believe it.
Rage: Well, that’s some story you spun me, Electra.
Electra: I’m sorry?
Rage: I’m still not letting you pin some kid on me that’s not mine. It was a nice try, but it didn’t work.
Electra just shakes her head as she watches Rage pull out his wallet and take out some cash. He puts it down on the table as he pushes himself away from the table, as Electra looks up at him disappointed.
Electra: I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Well, the ball is in your court, Rage. I don’t know why I would lie to you about you being her father if I wasn’t planning forcing you to be a part of her life, but, whatever. Believe what you want to believe, or don’t. I guess it doesn’t matter anymore.
Rage just laughs as Electra looks away from him. She takes another sip of her tea as Rage turns around and walks off without another word. Electra watches as he storms out of the cafe and back to his car, and just shakes her head.
Friday August 19th
Calgary, Alberta, Canada
We’re just two days away from the 156th Episode of Climax Control live from the Father David Bauer Olympic Arena in Calgary. Eight matches are scheduled for the night, including the Fatal Four Way for the SCW Internet Championship when Rage puts his title on the line against Matt Spears, Kain and Lord Raab. And while his mind has been otherwise distracted with other events going on in his life at the moment, he knows that, if he wants to retain his title, he needs to be one hundred percent focused on that.
Easier said than done. And one person in particular can tell that something is on Rage’s mind.
Synn stares across the table at Rage as the group is just finishing up dinner for the evening. Despayre has disappeared somewhere with Kittie, leaving Synn alone with the big man, but Rage has no idea Synn is even staring at him. He’s too busy staring down at his unfinished plate of food, moving his fork around the plate almost in a trance. Synn clears his throat loudly, finally grabbing Rage’s attention.
Rage: Huh? Did you say something?
Synn folds his arms and raises an eyebrow at Rage.
Synn: No, I didn’t, but I plan to now. What is going on with you?
Rage shakes his head.
Rage: Nothing. What makes you think there’s anything going on?
Synn: Well for one, you still have food on your plate. Second, Joshua did anything and everything he could to annoy you tonight and you barely even said a word. And third, I tried getting it out of Kittie, but she just shook her head. So I know you’re hiding something. The both of you apparently.
Rage pushes the plate of food away from him and leans back in his chair. He, too, folds his arms as he looks at Synn, again shaking his head.
Rage: It’s nothing, Synn. I’m just tired today is all.
Synn isn’t buying it. And the look on his face is proof enough for Rage, but that doesn’t stop Rage from doing all that he can to keep his secret from Synn, at least for now.
Synn: Bullshit. Now, whatever the hell is going on with you now may be nothing to you, Rage, but it clearly is something. And whatever it is could have a negative impact on all of us. You have a title defense coming up in two days, and Chris is challenging for the World Heavyweight Championship. Now, if this has something to do with Electra, as I suspect it might, I think I should at least know what is going on so I can prepare for anything that may happen.
Rage closes his eyes. He shakes his head again, because he doesn’t want to tell Synn about the real possibility that Electra’s daughter may be his, but Synn isn’t going to let this go.
Rage: It’s nothing you need to worry about right now, Synn. Alright? Nothing is going to happen, so you don’t need to be prepared for anything. Electra isn’t going to try anything anymore. She said what she needed to say, and that’s that.
Synn nods, but he’s still not accepting Rage’s reluctance to tell the whole story.
Synn: That’s all perfectly fine, Rage, but something is clearly on your mind. If you want to stand any chance at retaining your title on Sunday, you need a clear mind. You’re facing three other men for Christ’s sake!
Rage: I’ll be fine. I’m not worried about Spears, Kain or Raab. Especially not Spears or Kain. I know what I have to do, Synn.
Synn: It doesn’t appear that you do, because you’re letting something distract you. Just tell me what it is, because I might be able to help you.
Rage thinks for a moment, deciding what to do. He stares at Synn, knowing full well that Synn isn’t going to let this go so he finally shakes his head, lets out a sigh and prepares to tell him the truth.
Rage: Alright, fine. I’ll tell you. But you can not tell anyone else. Especially not Gabriel!
Synn: You can trust me. Now go on.
Rage takes in a deep breath.
Rage: Long story short? Electra has a nine year old daughter that she’s not raising at the moment. And guess who she’s claiming is the kid’s father?
Synn’s eyes widen, as Rage’s question is answer enough.
Synn: Well...I can see why that bit of information would be distracting. I’m all too familiar with finding out about a child you didn’t know even existed.
Rage: Well, here’s the thing. I’m not completely convinced the girl is even my kid. Electra came up with one believable story, but...she’s lied so much in the past, I wouldn’t put it past her to tell me I’m that girl’s father when I’m really not. I can’t believe a word she says.
Synn: Well, you know the best way to find out for sure, don’t you?
Rage shakes his head.
Synn: Get a DNA test. I’m not going to ask for the full story, but if you don’t fully believe that she is your child, a DNA test will be the only definitive proof. That is, if you even want to know for sure.
Rage: And that’s the thing, I really don’t know if I want to know or not. I’ve never really wanted kids. Finding out about some supposed long lost daughter doesn’t change that, especially not when Electra’s brother has been raising her. I’m not about to just fuck up the good life she seems to have.
Synn nods, and he stays quiet for a moment, giving Rage a few moments.
Synn: I can understand that, and I honestly can’t tell you what to do. Only you can decide for yourself, but if you want my honest advice? Take some time to think it over. Try and focus on this tour right now and defending your title, and once we get back to Las Vegas, you can decide what you want to do. Personally, I think you should most definitely get a DNA test just to be sure, but whether or not you want to be a part of that little girl’s life is entirely up to you.
Rage buries his head in his hands, grumbling to himself.
Rage: Fuck my life! Why does this shit have to happen to me?!
“Swear jar!”
Rage nearly jumps out of his skin as Despayre and Kittie walk back up to the table. Rage panics, thinking Despayre has heard what he just told Synn, but Kittie shakes her head, reassuring him otherwise. He breathes a sigh of relief as Despayre sits next to Synn.
Despayre: Whatcha guys talking about?
Rage: It’s nothing Despy.
Despayre looks down at Angel and smiles.
Despayre: Angel said you two were talking about your daughter! When are we going to meet her?!
Everyone’s jaws drop, and Rage just stares at Despayre. He glares at Kittie, but she shakes her head, insisting she didn’t say a word.
Rage: Who told you?!
Despayre: Angel did! She has a teddy-bear protector and he found out through the grapevine! Of course teddy-bears would be in the know about these things!
Synn and Kittie can’t help but share a quick chuckle, but Rage is not at all happy, especially now that Despayre knows his secret. And anything that Despayre knows is NOT a secret for long.
Rage: Great. This is juuuuust great!
Rage then shoves himself away from the table and storms off without another word. Despayre quickly looks to Kittie and with a bright and innocent smile, asks his next question.
Despayre: Does this mean that she’s going to be the flower girl at your wedding?! Boy, I’d hate to be the one to break Melody’s heart with that!
Kittie lets out another laugh but she looks in the direction Rage went, a worried look soon appearing on her face. Only time will tell how this whole situation will play out, but one thing is for sure. Now that Despayre knows, it won’t be long before everyone else in the Seven Deadly Sins finds out as well.
And that won’t make for a very tolerable Rage…
I’m starting to feel like I’m stuck on some sort of fucked up Merry-Go-Round or something. I don’t know how to explain it, but it seems like I’m put up against one worthless challenger after another, and just when I think I couldn’t possibly be put against another shitty opponent, I’m proven wrong. And this time takes the fucking cake!
So not only am I facing not one, not two but THREE guys with my title on the line this week, two of them I’ve already beat! Yeah, you fucking heard me! Two guys I already successfully defended my title against are now getting yet ANOTHER shot at my title, and fuck if I know why. And to top it all off, my third opponent is some fucking masked German douchebag that is afraid of women. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with SCW these days.
This will be my fifth...Yes, FIFTH straight title defense. I’m all for proving I can defend my title and all, and I think I’ve done a pretty damn good job at that every fucking week, but let me tell you all, nobody and I mean NOBODY better say shit about being a good fucking champion until they’re defending their title in practically every fucking match. Not even the Roulette belts are defended this much, and those titles SHOULD be defended every week!
So, who are my lucky opponents this week? Matt Spears...ya know, the guy I beat last month? Yeah, him.
Kain...who I just beat at Summer XXXTreme, and who has YET to win a fucking match since he’s been back. Fucking loser if I ever saw one.
And Lord Raab. The “Masked German Monster” that’s fucking afraid of women.
Seriously? THESE are the best you can come up with?! I’m about ready to throw in the fucking towel because I’m fucking sick of doing this shit over and over and over again. I really have no desire to face any three of these assholes. But, hey, if I have to beat the three of them to keep my title, then I guess I won’t complain.
Matt Spears...how the fuck did you manage to get another shot? Have you even been around since I whooped your ass, because I haven’t really seen much of anything since then. Yet, here you are being given another opportunity to take my title away from me. Like I said before, it ain’t gonna happen, Matt. So, if ya got your hopes up, they’re about to come crashing down.
Ya know, I hope once you fail at this shot on Sunday, that Mark and Christian finally realize you’re not worth the opportunities you’re being given and they send ya down to the bottom of the barrel where you belong. And don’t even THINk of entering the battle royal to decide the next challenger, because ya sure as shit don’t stand a chance at winning that either. Unless you’re a glutton for punishment, I’d just give up if I were you. And good luck getting past Kain and Raab, because from where I’m standing, you’re the weakest link in this equation.
And Kain...Fuck my life, why do I have to deal with you again?! Are you still up on that high horse you rode in on, even though you’ve lost all four matches since you’ve been back?! Yeah, four. And this Sunday is about to become five. Shit, I’m surprised you’re even still here, Kain.
Haven’t you suffered enough embarrassment? Haven’t you put up with enough losses to deal with anymore? We all know that when you lose, you tuck your tail between your legs, and cry off like the bitch you are. You’re a sore loser if I ever met one, but I’m sure you don’t believe it in that delusional head of yours. The past speaks for itself, Kain. And this Sunday, it’ll be no different.
I’m really hoping that after this Sunday I’ll never have to deal with your bullshit again. I’m praying with everything that I fucking have that this loss will be the nail in your coffin and finally get you to see that you just can’t hack it in SCW anymore. I hope that it will prove once and for all that MY Internet Championship is staying right where it is and that you will NEVER hold this title ever again. You’re not the King of Kings, Kain. Face it and move the fuck on, because people just don’t fucking pay attention to you, Kain. Your career is dead. Plain and simple. Go back to being a father to your kids and a husband to your wife, because that’s all you’re good for now.
And then we have Raab. Lord Raab. One half of The Monstimals- the worst fucking named tag team in the history of tag teams. Seems like all you have to do is just say you’re interested in a fucking title and, BOOM, ya get a shot. Either that, or ya did what Kain probably did and blew Christian Underwood under the table. At least we KNOW you’re into that sort of thing, since you’re married to that freak you call a husband.
Raab, let me make one thing very, very clear to you. You may want the Internet Title. You may say that you’re not going anywhere until you’ve held all the titles in SCW, but as long as I’m around, you’re not winning the Internet Championship. You’re gonna be in SCW for a very long time if ya go by that logic, because regardless of what people say, you and your fucked up husband aren’t anything to be intimidated by in SCW. If ya ask me, you’ve just squeaked by on luck all the time and it pisses me off when people make ya out to be this huge threat all the time.
I’m not afraid of you Raab. I never have been, and I never fucking will be. I don’t give a shit what may or may not have happened to you in your past, but the fact that you’re afraid of women just proves how fucking weak and pathetic you are. Don’t parade yourself around claiming to be some sort of fucking monster when you can’t even be in the same fucking room as a woman. You’re a joke, Raab. Always have been and always will be.
When I hear the name Lord Raab or I see your face, I just fucking laugh. I don’t cower in fear like people think I should. I don’t increase my training because I’m afraid you’ll beat me. No. I go about my business as I always fucking do, because you’re not a threat, and you never will be. Stick to going after the tag belts with your husband. Or go about your business fucking in weird places like you always do, but do us all a favor and quit airing that shit, because no one wants to see that. What ya do is your own business, Raab. It’s just fucking creepy...and weird.
I’m so fucking ready for Sunday to get here, because the sooner I can step into the ring and beat the fucking shit out of these three assholes, the sooner I can walk out with my title and move on to the next challenge. Which, probably won’t be much of a fucking challenge anyway.
It’s no secret there’s gonna be some fed-wide battle royal to decide my next challenger. I don’t give a fuck who enters or who doesn’t. All I’ll be paying attention to is who wins it, because they better be worth a fucking damn. But if things go the way I expect them to...well, I’ll save that for after that battle royal happens.
I’ve already beat six “challengers” for my title. Two of those are about to fail their second chance and one more name is about to be added to that list. Everyone who gets put up against the Sin of Wrath fails, and this Sunday will be no different. I’m not ready to give up this title, and there’s not a damn thing that Matt Spears, Kain or Lord Raab can do about it.
Come on SCW...where’s the real fucking challenge? Who’s gonna be the one to take this title away from me?
Ain’t gonna happen this Sunday.
See ya then, fuckers!
