[Jake Sullivan]

 <Center>Sunday April 9th
Detroit, Michigan
Father/Daughter...Reunion?
Immediately After Climax Control

Three weeks have passed since Rage cashed in the King of the Hill golden briefcase on Drake Green and won the World Heavyweight Championship. And there were a few who were under the impression that Rage was actually going to hand the title back over to J2H in a display of good faith and obedience to the longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion in Sin City Wrestling history. After all, for the past six months, Rage had been following the ways of J2Hism, so would anyone really find it that surprising for Rage to hand the title back over to J2H? Perhaps, but Rage had other plans apparently.

Just last week, on the very first Climax Control following Blaze of Glory, Rage defied J2H and flat out refused to hand over the belt. A decision that, of course, did not sit well with the former champion and as of that moment, ended any alliance the two shared. And not only does Rage now have to deal with J2H demanding he get his rematch as soon as possible, but Drake Green is waiting in the winds as well, claiming he deserves the rematch before J2H. And while Drake Green had nothing to say this week and was not in attendance, J2H was, and he had quite a bit to say to both men.

But Rage doesn’t seem to care. After J2H spoke his peace, Rage did his job as the World Heavyweight Champion and he responded. Short. Sweet. And to the point. He knows he will have to face J2H eventually. Sooner rather than later, no doubt. But he’s just standing back, letting the pieces fall as they may. And despite the controversial way in which he won the title, he’s carrying the belt around with pride, relishing in the fact that he is now a two-time champion.

But winning the championship is the easy part. It’s only half the battle as everyone is all too familiar. Keeping the title in your possession is the real test, and it is perhaps the a test that, even if he passes with flying colors repeatedly, will not erase the doubt people feel towards him as a champion.

Just as he is heading towards the exit backstage, a smug look on his face, he’s quickly approached by one of the SCW backstage staff and handed a piece of paper with the schedule for next week’s matches in Philadelphia. Rage glances down at the paper almost immediately and when he spots his match, he grabs the staff member just before he can scurry off.

Rage: Whoa, hang on a damn minute there. This isn’t the actual card for next week is it?

The staff worker nods and stares at Rage nervously.

Worker: Yes, it is. Christian Underwood gave it to me just a little while ago.

Rage laughs and shakes his head.

Rage: This has to be some kind of joke. Or some mistake. Go get me the real card, asshole.

Rage shoves the piece of paper back into the staff worker’s hands, but the now nervous man just stands there, frozen.

Worker: I...I can’t. This is the card. Christian Underwood handed it to me himself. There’s no mistake.

Rage: I can’t believe this shit!

Rage snatches the piece of paper out of his hand again.

Rage: Get the fuck out of here!

The worker quickly scurries off as Rage glares down at the card for next week’s Climax Control. He crumples the sheet of paper in his hand and snarls, tossing the crumpled piece of paper on the floor. He just shakes his head before he continues walking towards the exit. He bursts through the exit door to the parking lot, looking around and trying to remember where he parked his rental car. But as he looks to the right, his attention is drawn to his fiancee, Kittie. She has her suitcase on the ground right next to her and she’s leaning against the wall with her arms folded.

Kittie Damn. Took you long enough. Did you have to take the Browns to the Superbowl before you left or something?

Kittie smirks and lets out a slight laugh as Rage frowns, not sharing her amusement.

Rage: Very funny, Kittie. Aren’t you going back to Vegas with Synn and Despy?

Kittie shakes her head.

Kittie Nope. There’s no reason to.

Rage raises an eyebrow.

Rage: Oh really? And why not? Everyone else will be back in Vegas.

Kittie You won’t be. You’ll still be travelling for SCW.

Rage shakes his head, letting out a sigh.

Rage: Kittie, you don’t need to travel with me. You don’t need to act like you’re not still pissed off at me, because we both know you are. And you’re going to stay pissed because I was actually considering giving the title back to J.

Kittie pushes herself away from the wall and holds her hands up, keeping her eyes locked on Rage.

Kittie Look, can we just not talk about that anymore? What’s done is done, but I’m serious. Synn and Despy won’t be travelling for the foreseeable future, and who knows, maybe never again. I’m not going to sit at home doing jack shit while you’re travelling and defending the title. I might as well tag along.

Rage: Kittie, you don’t need to do that. Seriously. I’m not going to make you choose to leave the Sins behind and continue going to shows with me.

Kittie Jesus, you’re not making me choose! Don’t you get it? We wouldn’t have to worry about anyone else. It could just be the two of us travelling, Rage. We could just do our own thing for once.

Rage blinks his eyes very slowly as he thinks about what Kittie is saying. He eventually lets out a loud sigh and adjusts the strap of his duffel bag over his shoulder.

Rage: And what about the others? What about Synn...Despy..Shane...Fantasia? You really ready to just piss them all off for choosing to travel with me?

Kittie I’ve already told all of them that I’m not calling off our engagement and that it was up to you. The whole situation is fucked up, but it is what it is. Look, if you don’t want me to come with you, just say the damn words. Not like I wasn’t partly expecting it, but I just thought this could be good for the both of us if I came with you, because you’re going to need someone in your corner when you defend that belt.

Rage: Kittie, I’m not going to fall apart if I don’t have someone in my corner. Fuck do you people NOT think I can do shit by myself? J went out there and went on a rant claiming I can’t, and now you’re acting like I’m not gonna be able to keep this belt around my waist without someone there. How about this. We put it to the test next weekend, because I have my first defense in Philadelphia.

Kittie thinks for a moment and folds her arms across her chest.

Kittie They give J2H his rematch?

Rage shakes his head.

Rage: No. I was hoping they would as stupid as that sounds. But, no. Instead they give fucking Jeremiah Hardin a title shot. Why? No fucking clue.

Kittie Maybe they just want to see some fresh faces go for the title?

Rage lets out a loud laugh.

Rage: That’s all fine and dandy but Jeremiah hasn’t done shit to deserve this shot. He’s proven he can’t beat me because the last two times I’ve faced him I’ve beat him! He must have done something to piss Mark or Christian off. Oh well, he ain’t getting this belt.

Rage looks down to the World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. Kittie shrugs and just as she is about to respond, a little girl’s voice comes from several feet away.

“There he is! There’s my daddy!!”

Rage’s eyes widen and Kittie looks confused as they turn their attention to the little girl. They immediately recognize her as Ember; Rage and Electra Blaze’s ten year old daughter. Electra is walking just behind her as Ember rushes up to Rage and throws her arms around him. The World Heavyweight Championship slides off of Rage’s shoulder as he holds his arms out and luckily before it hits the ground, Kittie manages to catch it. Rage stands there awkwardly for a moment, not a clue on how he should react but his attention turns to Electra. He glares right at her, his eyes saying “What the fuck?!”

Electra: Ember, sweetie. I told you not to get overly excited. I’m so sorry, Rage...

Electra apologizes not only with her words, but in the look on her face as she reaches for her daughter and pulls her away from Rage gently. Ember turns and looks up to Electra with a frown.

Ember: But...I thought he would be excited to see me!

Electra sighs, but she doesn’t know how to respond to her daughter. Kittie stands back quietly, trying her best not to get involved in this situation, and Rage is doing his best at keeping his temper in check, to avoid a sticky situation with the little girl.

Rage: Electra...what are you doing here? You brought her here?

He speaks low and slowly, as if Ember won’t be able to hear him. But she does. And she looks back and forth between them, confused as her little mind would be.

Electra: I couldn’t tell her no, Rage. She knew you guys were going to be in town and she begged me to bring her here.

Ember smiles excitedly as she turns all of her attention on Rage.

Ember: I’m sorry I got so mad when you told me you were my daddy. I don’t hate you. I hope you don’t hate me.

Kittie’s eyes widen a bit as she stands back quietly. Rage runs his right hand over his bald head and he stumbles on his words.

Rage: I...uh....I don’t...

Electra: Ember, honey, he doesn’t hate you. He could never hate you.

Rage narrows his eyes at Electra, telling her to shut up without speaking a single word.

Rage: Uh, Electra...Can I talk to you for a minute? Alone...

Ember: No! I wanna know what you two are talking about!

Electra looks to Kittie.

Electra: Kittie, I hate to ask, but can you just stay with her for a second while the two of us talk?

Kittie’s jaw drops and she tries to speak, but she can’t. Rage grabs Electra by the arm and drags her far enough away so Ember can’t hear what they are talking about. Ember stands back by Kittie and looks up to her with a bright smile.

Ember: Are you going to be my second Mommy?!

Kittie is left dumbfounded as she glances over to Rage and Electra, who are now exchanging heated words. Actually, Rage is the one exchanging most of those words.

Rage: Electra, are you fucking crazy?! Why would you bring her here?! Did you think that I’d just welcome her with open arms the second she started calling me daddy?! It’s not gonna be that simple for me!

He raises his voice as much as he can but he also speaks through gritted teeth. Electra sighs as she holds her hands up, trying to calm him down.

Electra: I’m sorry, okay?! I just...I couldn’t say no to her! I knew it was going to take her some time to get used to us being her parents, but I didn’t think she’d get over it this quickly.

Rage: That’s all fine and dandy for you, but trying to shove her into my life isn’t going to help the situation any. I may be the one who knocked you up, but that doesn’t make me a father, Electra. Get that through your thick skull!

Electra frowns angrily at Rage and she folds her arms across her chest.

Electra: That may be true, but I also know you better than you think I do. You’re not going to purposely do anything to hurt her, which is why you took me aside to talk to me. Look at her, Rage.

They look over to Ember as she is talking a mile a minute to Kittie. Kittie nods her head every so often and puts on a smile trying to enlighten the little girl, but she glances to Rage, her eyes telling him to hurry up.

Electra: She even seems to like Kittie...

That doesn’t seem to sit well with Electra, given the history between the three of them, and Rage turns his attention back to Electra.

Rage: Look, I don’t care, Electra. You shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up like that, because I’m not father material, okay? Your brother raised her. Danny is her father for all intents and purposes. Quit trying to force your kid on me!

Electra: She’s not just MY kid, Rage! She’s your kid, too! I can make this very difficult for you, Rage, trust me.

Rage: What the fuck does that mean?

Rage snarls at her and she grins at him.

Electra: Your name is on her birth certificate. All I have to do is go to the courts and file the appropriate papers and that paycheck you bring in from Sin City Wrestling? Most of it could just be headed right to me for child support and back child support.

Rage: You’re fucking kidding me, right?! You just told me about her six fucking months ago! Oh wait...I know what this is. This is because I don’t want to be some sort of happy family with you and your kid, isn’t it? For fuck’s sake--

Electra: This has NOTHING to do with that, Rage! I’m over you, as much as you don’t seem to think I am! This does, however, have everything to do with me trying to get you to get over your own fucked up daddy issues and try and be a father to your daughter!

As Rage and Electra now get in a heated, much louder, argument, Kittie and Ember turn their attention to them, watching it all unfolds. Ember frowns sadly and she looks on the verge of tears, but she stands back, almost afraid to say anything.

Rage: What the fuck are you talking about?

Electra: I don’t need or want any of your money, Rage. That’s not what this is about. What it IS about is trying to open your eyes to world of possibilities, because that little girl? Our daughter? She’s an amazing kid. You need to move on and get past this whole angry beast lifestyle you seem to think you will have the rest of your life, but you won’t. It’s not too late, trust me.

Rage’s eyes narrow even further, and his fists clench at his side. He doesn’t say a single word in response and when Electra turns and looks to Ember, tears are now running down her face.

Electra: I’ll let you stew on that for a bit, but right now I need to go and comfort our daughter. Who knows, maybe Kittie will agree with me for once, but I doubt it.

Electra says this loud enough so Kittie can hear her, but Kittie stands back, speechless. Electra approaches Ember, kneeling down so she’s eye level and she wraps her arms around her daughter, trying to comfort her.

Electra: It’s okay, Ember. I’m sorry you had to hear all that. Let’s go home and I’ll try and explain things as best I can, okay?

Ember: I don’t...want him...to hate...me.

Ember speaks through the sobs as Electra rubs her back and then stands up slowly, leading Ember back to their car. She glares at Rage one last time before they make it to her car where she helps Ember into the back seat, making sure she’s buckled up safely. Rage keeps his back turned the entire time, standing in place, seething. Kittie makes her way over to him, still holding his World Heavyweight Championship belt. Electra’s car speeds out of the parking lot a few moments later, and Kittie watches as it disappears out of view before she turns her attention back to Rage.

Kittie Rage, are you--

Rage: Don’t say a fucking word, Kittie. Just...don’t.

Kittie glares at him.

Kittie Don’t get all fucking pissed at me! I didn’t tell her to bring her here and what she did was bullshit!

Rage turns to her, surprised.

Rage: Oh really? So you’re not going to try and talk me into giving this whole fatherhood thing a shot?

Kittie Fuck no. You can’t force someone to be a parent. I’m proof of that. You want to be her father, that’s up to you. Not me. Not Electra. You.

Rage: And you’ll just be okay with it either way? You’d be fine if I decided to try and be a part of her life, knowing that I’d be connected to Electra for the rest of our lives?

Kittie takes in a deep breath and shrugs.

Kittie Like I said, I can’t make that decision for you and neither can Electra. Electra is trying to force you into being that kid’s father, but if you don’t? Just be prepared to start shelling out child support. It’s up to you on what you want to do.

The more Rage things about it, the angrier he gets. He starts shaking, trying not to think about what to do about the whole situation. He closes his eyes and tries to take in a few deep breaths, but the gravity of the situation overwhelms him. His eyes shoot open and he lets out a loud guttoral growl before he storms off. Kittie stands there confused for a moment, holding his title and looking over where his duffel bag and her suitcase still remains in the parking lot.

Kittie Hey! Asshole! You’re forgetting a couple things!

She chases after him without their luggage, hoping he doesn’t leave without it.



Roars. Deafening roars. But his eyes are closed and the sounds are muffled. He’s laying flat on his back, unable to move. He can feel all the movement around him. All the excitement. All the shock. When he slowly opens his eyes, he’s look straight up at the ceiling, and the lights surrounding them.

And he still can’t hear.

He continues to blink and he slowly turns his head, trying to get a view of the activity around him. As he does, however, J2H stands over him, looking right down at him with a huge grin on his face. And he’s laughing. But he still can’t move. And he still can’t hear what all the commotion is about.

He looks around again, only for Kittie to appear opposite J2H, but she looks down at him, disappointed and shaking her head. J2H is still laughing. As he continues to blink, he tilts his head up to get a better view of what is going on, and his eyes go wide. He can’t be seeing things clearly. There’s just no way.

Referee Jasmine St. John is standing directly next to Jeremiah Hardin, holding his hand up high, and the crowd is going wild. He blinks again, and the gravity of what has just happened hits him further as his eyes focus on the World Heavyweight Championship, but it is no longer in his possession. Jasmine St. John has just handed the belt over to Jeremiah Hardin, declaring him the new World Heavyweight Champion.

He shakes his head. This...this can’t be happening. He sits upright, looking around as Jeremiah Hardin exits the ring and celebrates with the fans in the front row. J2H and Kittie stay in the ring with him, giving two very different reactions as he watches Hardin hold the World Heavyweight Championship up high.

He shakes his head again, trying to speak, but the words just don’t come out. But J2H knows exactly what he wants to say.

J2H: Oh, it happened alright, Rage. You went and proved what everyone already knew!

Rage turns his head slowly and stares at J2H, jaw dropped and at a loss for words.

J2H: You don’t deserve that belt. You’re not championship material, and ya never will be! Look at you! Pathetic! I held the belt for over a year and you couldn’t even hold it a month! And you went and lost it to a guy like Jeremiah Hardin! Fucking pathetic!

All Rage can do is blink. J2H continues to stare at him, laughing and shaking his head. Kittie gets kneels down to his eye level, complete disappointment written all over her face.

Kittie You can’t do this anymore, Rage. You’re not the monster you were before. You’ve ruined everything.

Her words are soft, but harsh and as much as Rage wants to respond, he can’t. He opens his mouth to speak, but the words just don’t come out. J2H continues to laugh.

J2H: Time for you to do everyone a favor and disappear, Rage. You’re nothing. You’ll never be as great as I am. You’ll never be the champion that I am for SCW. It’s time for me to right this wrong and get my title back, proving ya never should have had it in the first place. I’ll repair the damage you caused in just a matter of weeks holding MY belt. Get your ass out of my ring! Get your ass out of MY company you waste of a space!

Rage lowers his head in shame, but he can’t move. Jeremiah Hardin has already disappeared backstage to continue his celebration and Kittie has gotten back to her feet. To add insult to injury, J2H slaps Rage hard across the face, but Rage still can’t move.

J2H: GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY RING!

J2H slaps Rage again and Rage just collapses down the canvas, and that is when the assault begins. J2H unleashes all his frustration on Rage, kicking and stomping away and Rage doesn’t do anything to stop it, nor does Kittie. Kittie just let’s it happen, and so does Rage. J2H may be much smaller in size, but he manages to slowly roll Rage over towards the rope and then kicks him, rolling him under the bottom rope and out of the ring.

Rage crashes down to the floor below and the fans in the front row are on their feet, staring at him and laughing. And he doesn’t move. He lets the embarrassment sink in as J2H continues to shake his head and laugh as he exits the ring and heads backstage. Kittie stands back in the ring. She leans against the ropes, looking down at Rage on the floor below. Her mouth moves as she’s shouting at him, but it falls on deaf ears. Rage rolls over onto his back and stares up, his eyes occasionally glancing to Kittie as she shouts at him.

“RAGE!”

He’s paralyzed. His eyes are all that is able to move.

“RAGE!”

He can see her mouth continuing to move, but he just...can’t.

“RAGE!  WAKE THE FUCK UP!”

His eyes suddenly burst open and he’s surprised to see Kittie looking down at him. He bolts up and this causes him to fall backwards and off the bed as he crashes to the floor with a loud THUD! Kittie jumps out of bed and rushes around it, over to him.

Kittie Christ! What the fuck?!

Rage quickly sits up, looking around him in a panic.

Rage: W-what the fuck happened?!

Kittie You tell me! You were practically shouting in your sleep and I was trying to wake you up. You fucking fell out of the bed.

Rage looks around, confused for a moment and his heart is racing. Once he realizes it was all a terrible nightmare and he’s in the safety of his and Kittie’s hotel room, he’s able to relax a bit. He takes in a few deep breaths as Kittie sits on the floor next to him.

Kittie Seriously...what the hell was that all about?

Rage: It was all a nightmare. It was just a fucking nightmare! Thank fuck!

He takes in another deep breath as Kittie looks only more confused.

Kittie Yeah, obviously. Care to tell me what the hell happened in that nightmare that got you so riled up?

Rage: He beat me...He beat me for the title...

Kittie can’t help but crack an amused smile.

Kittie Who? J2H?

Rage turns and looks at her, shaking his head.

Rage: No! Fucking Jeremiah Hardin! But J was there. And so were you.

Even though he’s still slightly shaken by the nightmare, Kittie laughs and this causes Rage to frown.

Rage: I’m glad you think that’s funny because I sure as shit don’t!

Kittie I-I’m sorry, but it kind of is. But, hey, at least you’re not dreaming about this Electra and Ember shit and your mind is where it should be on this title defense this week.

Rage narrows his eyes at her.

Kittie Right...sorry. Tell me more about this nightmare.

Rage shakes his head.

Rage: It doesn’t matter, because it ain’t going to become a reality that’s for damn sure. Fuck, what is happening to me! Shit never used to get to me like this before.

Kittie It’s called being human, Rage. And you’ve got a lot on your plate right now, so it’s starting to take it’s toll. It’s not a big deal, but as long as you focus all your energy on this title defense, you should have no problem beating Hardin.

Rage shakes his head again and he brings his hands up to head, gripping it.

Rage: What the hell am I doing, Kittie? Was I fucking crazy cashing in when I did? Cashing in at all?

Kittie’s jaw drops and she just shakes her head in disbelief. They both remain sitting on the floor, as Rage continues to calm himself down.

Kittie You’re joking, right? You’re going to let some damn nightmare rattle you that much, that now you’re second guessing everything? It was a damn nightmare!

Rage: Yeah and what if it, even though I say it won’t, it still becomes a damn reality? J will be standing there laughing at me, making me a bigger fool than I already am, and you’ll just be standing there disappointed in me. What the fuck did I open myself up to?!

Kittie suddenly smacks Rage upside the back of his head, taking him by surprise. He turns and stares at her, and she glares at him, pointing her finger at him.

Kittie Knock this shit off and quit being such a god damn pussy! It was a damn nightmare, and you’re not going to let it become a reality! You’re the damn champion, and you’re going to man up and fight through that target on your back. Get over this damn insecurity and focus on proving why you’re the damn champion.

Rage: Don’t fucking hit me again.

Kittie Then shut the fuck up about this shit and get over it! I’m trying to knock some damn sense into you and I’ll do it again if I have to!

Rage snarls at her.

Rage: Alright, fine! Damn! Excuse me for actually freaking the fuck out over something that felt real! I couldn’t even move in the damn nightmare!

Kittie rolls her eyes.

Kittie It’s just your mind trying to play tricks on you. Seriously, just relax and don’t worry about it. Hardin isn’t even on the same level as you. You know that.

Rage takes in a deep breath and he pushes himself up and onto the edge of the bed. Kittie stands up and sits next to him.

Rage: Someone needs to tell Mark and Christian that then, because they keep putting him up against me. Fucking hell I just need to get this first defense over with already.

Kittie laughs.

Kittie I hate to break it to you, but you’re gonna be getting a hard time past more than just this first defense, Rage. Especially considering the way you cashed in. You can prove it over and over again that you’re worth being the champion, but in some people’s eyes, you never will be.

Rage turns and looks at her.

Rage: And in your eyes?

Kittie grins and shrugs. Rage’s jaw drops open and he quickly turns and grabs her, lifting her up and onto his lap. She wraps her arms around his neck.

Rage: Don’t got an answer for me, huh?

Kittie Careful, Rage. You need to focus on this match on Sunday...

Rage shrugs and shakes his head.

Rage: Oh I think I got time for a temporary distraction, don’t you?

Kittie I dunno. Five minutes is awful long time to be getting distracted...

Kittie lets out a laugh as Rage snarls at her, but he gets over it quickly as Kittie brings her lips to his in a passionate kiss and the two collapse back onto the bed, quickly forgetting Rage’s nightmare ever happened.



I don’t know how many times I have to do this shit. How many fucking times do I have to get put up against the same damn opponent, beat them, only to be thrown against them again and repeat the process again? And, worse yet, this time it’s for MY fucking title! Something is very fucking wrong with this picture.

I’ve had to face Jeremiah Hardin two times over the last couple of months and both times, the outcome has been the same. I’ve beat him. Me. I’ve walked away with the win. Not him. So, what the fuck makes them think that he deserves a shot at my god damn title? Someone please explain it to me, because I can’t fucking figure it out.

I’m getting sick and fucking tired of this bullshit. I’m literally getting so tired of facing this guy over and over again, just like I was with facing Dmitri over and over again. Don’t get me wrong, I like kicking ass more than anyone else around this place, but when it’s the same fucking person? It starts to piss me off more than anything!

Jeremiah, I don’t know what the fuck to say here that I haven’t already said before. I’m running out of shit to say, but then again, I never really had much to say in the first place because you’re just not worth wasting any material on. You’re the biggest waste of space on this roster, and that’s saying something because we have a lot of dipshits that just don’t deserve to be here. But you...I still don’t get you.

You’re just...here. You manage to squeak by and get a win every now and again, but it’s usually nothing but luck and you’ll never get anywhere. I don’t get why you’re still here. I don’t get why you’re given opportunity after fucking opportunity, continue to fail and still remain here! And now some people think you actually have a chance at taking my title on my very first defense?

Get the fuck out of here! This title is going NO WHERE, Jeremiah. No...where.

But you...you’re going right back to the bottom where you belong. You don’t deserve to be in the main event, and you never will. This is your one and only shot, and you’re going to fail miserably and that’s all there is to it. There will be no other outcome, no matter what you think or say.

I am the champion, Jeremiah. I am going to STAY the champion. It’s MY time. Not your’s so just prepare yourself to add another loss to that record of yours.

See ya Sunday, asshole!