Book 1: Who am I?
Chapter 4: Enigma
~Part 1: Emergency (#NP: "Shadow of the day" by: Linkin Park)~
Sam had to run to the hospital. Roxi had called him when she went to check on Mel. Roxi drove Mel to the hospital and Dr.York had met with them in the ER. When Sam got Mel was screaming loudly. Roxi looked over and nodded at him before vanishing. Sam knew that she was saying to let her know how Mel was. Sam ran over and took his wife's hand.
Dr.York: Sam, Mel's in labour.
Mel: Carly do something! They can't die!
Carly York, was the Magi-Blood's female doctor as Athena would put it. York had delivered all the Clan's children and she felt bad for Mel. Sam was near in tears knowing that Mel was scared out of her mind. Of all the children she had the triplets would be the trouble ones.
Sam: Carly, what are we going to do?
York sighed loudly and looked at Sam.
Dr.York: Sam, I'm going to give her a potion to stop the labour, it's like the tribunialy medication just without the needles.
Sam: Do it.
Mel was gripping onto Sam's hand tightly that Sam swore she was going to crush it. Sam didn't care though, his wife was in pain and he prayed. He prayed in his mind nothing bad was going to happen. That both his wife and triplets would survive.
Mel: DO SOMETHING DAMN YOU!
Sam though had feeling that they were being watched. A chill was flowing down his back as he looked around.
Mel: What’s wrong?
Her tone was filled with sadness. Sam looked down at her and kissed her hand lightly.
Sam: I think someone else is here…
Mel: W-what d-d-d-do you mean? I don’t sense anyone else besides the three of us.
Sam’s eyes turned fully black and Mel gulped. She now knew something was up and was starting to get worried. When Dr.York walked back in she nearly dropped the vile. The sight of Sam’s eyes made her shocked. Mel had told Carly about Sam’s past she had no idea it was this.
Sam: Carly, stay with Mel. Something isn’t right. Her and Roxi were followed by something.
Dr.York: Alright, if anything happens, I’ll update you.
Sam nodded and ran off into the shadows. He blended himself in with it using some of his new abilities. Sam then took out his phone and summoned up his sword in his hand. The silver-chrome coloured blade could have stood out if Sam wasn’t so careful. Sam then pressed the button to activate PAT.
PAT: Good evening Samuel.
Sam: PAT, call my daughter.
PAT: Calling Athena.
Not even one dial tone rang out as Athena answered.
Athena (older): Fah, I feel it too. You need to be careful thought; it’s one of Alexander’s goons causing this. If you don’t stop them Mom is going to lose the triplets and knowing Alexander he’ll try to bring them back.
A loud snarl came from Sam’s mouth.
Sam: Can you meet me here?
Athena: I’m tracking the bastard! Go back to Mom, I’ll get them.
Sam hung his phone off and started to run back to the room.
“Go, go to her…”
Sam stopped and looked around.
Sam: Hello?
“She’s alright…go to her…”
Sam didn’t waste any time and within a blink of an eye he was back in Mel’s room. Mel looked better and Dr.York looked over at him.
Mel: Whatever you did worked, she took the potion and is better.
Sam nodded knowing Athena got the bastard.
~Part 2: Studying (#NP: "Battle in the forgotten city" from Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children )~
Sam did listen to Lucy, at UWF was facing Jared Kenway. He always got done studying for his match for SCW. Steve and Connor to Sam had interesting backstories to them. But Sam knew Jared. The little bitch kept trying to get out of their match.
The roar of the crowd filled the ears of Jared Kenway as he felt his nerves start to act up. He may have done this a thousand times but it still never made it easier. It was a different city, a different crowd and he saw Miles at the side of the stage giving him a thumbs up. Jared smiled at him as he stood behind the curtain.
MC: Coming up next is Jared Kenway as the Joker and Ami Kaioh as Dr. Harleen Quinzel in “To Hardcore or Not to Hardcore”.
The crowd cheers and the curtain flies back. Jared puts on a sick grin and looks around at everyone. He feels confident knowing that everyone is paying attention to him. But Jared sees Ami sitting in a chair looking prim and proper.
Ami: Hello Joker, please come sit down.
Jared walks over and sits down on the cot. Ami picks up her clipboard and pencil.
Jared: How you doin Doc?
Ami smiles.
Ami: I’m well, now I’ve heard from the guards you’ve been acting up outside of the ring. What’s been going on? They’ve even said that you’ve been attacking people out of it! Joker, you know they’ll put you in solitary if you don’t behave.
Jared: I always am in solitary.
Ami: Joker please answer the question!
Jared sighed and the lights dimmed to where a spotlight was placed on him. Everyone was hushed, ready to listen to what he had to say. Jared closed his eyes and started to blend the two worlds together. He had his wrestling life and his cosplaying life. Jared found where the two worlds connected and a smirk played on his face. The light bulb lit in his head.
Jared: You know Doc; it all started one night when I was on the road to the venue and I knew I had to shake it up. So I saw that small woman and beat the crap out of her! I’m dangerous Doc, oh really I am. They all say that I’m insane but really, I’m just a genius. Think about it Doc, who would have saw it coming? I don’t feel sorry for what I did but others think I should. I can’t help but to roll my eyes at them. They don’t understand that I have a method to my madness. That this was all plotted out so I could get rid of the Magi-Blood! They’re a mince and a plague just like the Bat! They have to be taken out and soon because it’s our time and not anyone else Harley!
To hardcore or not to hardcore! That my dear is the question.
It’s for the belt after all and I’m facing this weird guy Josh Kennedy and the wife’s bitch Samuel Devereux for it-
Sam nearly threw the remote at the screen remembering that. Sam wanted to choke the little bitch out.
Lucy: Sam?
Sam looked over and saw Lucy smiled at him. Sam moved over and she sat next to him.
Sam: I hate him.
Lucy: I know you do, can’t blame you either. I mean he attacked Aina.
Sam sighed.
Sam: Honestly Lucy…we need to take them down.
Lucy: I know, I know. I have a feeling that once Mel comes back it’ll end.
Sam: I know she hasn’t booked them in months cause of it…Lucy I have a feeling that we’re going to be here for the long run.
Lucy: Sam I might retire after Mel comes back.
Sam blinked in shock.
Sam: Are you joking right now?!
Lucy nodded no.
Lucy: We’ll see though. Really I’ve been thinking on it…
Sam: I expect Mel to before anyone else.
Lucy laughed loudly.
Lucy: You’re an idiot. Mel would be the last.
Sam rolled his eyes.
Sam: You’re right…you’re right.
~Part 3: The time is now to step up (#NP: “The Devil’s Bleeding Crown” by: Volbeat)~
“This week has been going well. It's been at the usual, steady pace and I've been enjoying the time I've had to relax. Of course, that's not all it's been about. I've been able to train - a lot. I've been able to work out - a lot. I've been able to ensure that I'm at my best, physically. I've had a lot of time free to make sure of that so I couldn't be happier about the progress I've made over the last few days.
I'm in a good place. It's not that often that I'm able to say that but I have found a way on occasion and I'm happy to say that I am now. I've got a lot going for me and while I do have a challenge in front of me this week, I'm not worried. This is another chance for me to succeed and show the world exactly what I can do. Am I supposed to be worried? Maybe. Do I even have a lot to prove? No. I know that I've shown all their is to show but if the world want to see me take on a goliath of a man again and prove why you don't need the size advantage to win, then so be it.
And I'm not going to lie, I am still buzzing from my match last week. I know that not everybody sees Dmitri as being the most amazing athlete but I disagree. I definitely think he is and I respect him. He did deliver on his promises, other than the main one of being able to defeat me but other than that, he did deliver. I like it when people do.
It actually doesn't happen as often as I'd like it to. I know, I know. I stand here every single week and I ramble on about how much I want a challenge and I never fail to do that. I continue to say that repeatedly but recently, people have delivered. This week, though? I'm not entirely certain that my opponent will do that but hey, I guess we'll have to wait and see how things actually play out. Well, I don't know if they cares but I sure do.
This is for the right to face Dmitri to be the contender for the world champion.
Steve Ramone, He will be ready for this, instead of letting last week take him down. It's just not going to happen. He's not going to allow that to stop him in his tracks, not when he's come so far. If he can have more fire within him, then he will allow it to burn until he is precisely where he wants to be. No longer will he live with just getting by. He'll ensure that he reaches the top sooner or later. Now might not be that time but he's at least going to give it his best shot so the world can see that he means business. He's not backing down. He never has and he's hardly going to start doing that now. He doesn't have it within him.
Can beat me? That's the question that everyone is asking themselves right now. There are plenty of possible outcomes in this. I can win, he can lose. He can win, I can lose. We can both be beaten the fuck to death by some outsiders or we could cause so much damage to one another, neither of us can continue. Who knows? All I do know is that this means a hell of a lot to both of us. We won't necessarily take pride in harming one another's momentum but it is necessary.
I don't want to be the first to defeat you but at the same time, I do. Would you rather suffer your first loss to a man like me? I mean, one of your best friends and someone who you actually respect? Or would you prefer to suffer loss to some random person who cheats their way to the top, or something? I doubt it. So trust me, there is no shame in you suffering that loss to me. Just in the same manner as if I were to suffer loss to you. If I happen to be struck with a loss this week, all thanks to you, Steve, I will not worry.
I'm not aiming for failure. I'm not here to believe that I am going to lose. I'm not simply going to stand here and claim that I'm going to walk away without a championship in my grasp any longer. It's been a long time since I have been lacking one in my life so it's strange to believe that it can happen. The threat is real. The threat is legitimate. The threat certainly is looming so there is a chance it can all go downhill rapidly for me. I've digested that possibility and while I can't say I'm a fan of it.
Connor Murphy is a challenge. He’s teamed with my wife and I thank him for watching over her. I know she be a handful. I've faced plenty of tough challenges before. There's the average to good such as Jared Kenway and the rest of the Masquerade, there's the epic like my wife, Dmitri. After all, you have been suffering lately. There have been losses and very little success for you so it's hard to feel - y'know - threatened. You may bring the strength but I honestly don't want to ramble on about strength because I seem to a lot...
But I will because no doubt, people still won't quite understand. Raw power is impressive but more often than not, the guys who possess that simply have that and nothing else. They have no real skill and decide to just push people around physically instead of actually learning any real wrestling moves. Neptune is a man who has power on his side, no doubt about it. You just have to look at the man and know that instantly. It's not tough to work out. Of course, that is the man's key strength and good on him but I'm not worried about that either.
I know I say that often. It's hardly the first time I've been faced with an opponent of this kind. Therefore, I am used to having to deal with such people. Those who believe that pure strength is enough to get by. Those same people will stand in front of the world and claim all sorts without actually being able to back it up. That's fine, though. I'm, again, used to that sort of thing. I have faced quite a lot of my friends recently, which I like.
Connor, I do respect the hell out of you though. You’re a man who defines the meaning of “Fighting Irish”. Notre Dame take notes! It’s an honor to be in a match with you.
I'm excited for this opportunity just as I'm sure that you two are as well. This is something we saw on the horizon some time ago but I just sat back and watched it all unfold. You were left with the task of earning this shot and you certainly impressed on the way - more so than you even believed you would. I saw it in you from the start. Now that the threat of you taking me down is becoming more possible, it does worry me but I not to the point where I will self-destruct. Instead, I will use this as a learning curve. When you're immediately faced with someone who can and possibly will take everything away from you all at once.
Good luck gentlemen and let the games begin!
Fade to black.
