(ooc note: this is far from my best work, but I wanted to get something posted this week. I apologize for the crappiness of it)
Riverside Resort Hotel and Casino
Sidewalk Café
It’s just one day away from Climax Control, and the kick off of the Lethal Lottery Tag Team tournament. Several of the participants have already expressed their feelings on their involvement in the tournament, as well as shared their opinions on their partners. But others have remained silent. One of SCW’s newest additions, and Seven Deadly Sins member, Rage, has been one of the few to remain silent…until now.
It’s lunchtime and Rage is sitting by himself at a table outside of the Sidewalk Café at the host of this week’s edition of Climax Control. He has his arms folded across his large chest as he waits for his food. The waitress walks up to him to check on him.
“Everything okay, sir?” She asks, checking to see if he needs a refill of his drink.
Rage looks at her unpleasantly. “Everything would be okay if the food I ordered was in front of me. So why don’t you make yourself useful and go get my food.”
The waitress seems a bit stunned at Rage’s attitude, but she says nothing further and walks away. Some people sitting next to Rage heard the way he treated the waitress, and just stare at him. He notices them, and glares at them.
“You people got a problem?” He barks at one of them. They say nothing as they get back to their meals, occasionally glancing at him from the corners of their eyes.
Just then a familiar voice comes from behind Rage.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t our prodigal son, stewing in his anger by himself.” “Sxxxy” Shane Boswell says as he comes into view in front of Rage.
“Well, if you were in my position, you’d probably do the same thing.” Rage replies. “Besides, I haven’t gotten used to being around Despayre or that teddy bear just yet.”
“Angel…” Shane corrects him as he takes a seat across from Rage.
Rage rolls his eyes. “Whatever. So, what do you want Shane?”
“I thought you could use a bit of a pep talk. It worked for Gabriel a few weeks ago.” Shane grins.
“Gabriel wasn’t teamed up with some idiot tag team partner who he can’t trust. Gabriel wasn’t involved in a match he really didn’t want to be in in the first place. So you can save the pep talk, because it’s not going to work with me.” Rage snaps back. The waitress walks back into view, setting Rage’s food down in front of him.
“Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?” She asks hesitantly.
Rage is about to respond, but Shane holds his hand up.
“That will be all for now. My friend here gets cranky when he misses a meal.” Shane answers for Rage. The waitress nods and walks away.
Rage glares at Shane again. “You know just as well as I do that I get cranky over more than just missing a meal. Now, can you just let me eat in peace.”
“I’m just doing what I can to piss you off, bud. Where have you been the past five years anyway?” Shane asks as he leans back in the chair.
Rage shakes his head. “If I wanted you to know, you would. So don’t ask.”
Shane nods. “Fair enough. Now, what can we do to get you to channel all that anger you got inside of ya on this tournament?”
Rage is about to take a bit of his sandwich, then throws it down on to the plate. “Don’t you worry about how I channel my anger, Shane. Tomorrow night I’m gonna show everyone just how I feel about this tournament. And that includes my partner, Jamie Staggs.”
“So you don’t care about bringing more gold to the Sins, just because you don’t have a partner you like? Maybe Synn should be the one giving you the pep talk here and not me.” Shane replies.
Rage shakes his head. “I don’t like anyone, Shane. And I didn’t come to SCW to win Tag gold. I came here to get my hands on Blade Alexander.”
“I think you showed him a taste of what is to come when you attacked him at High Stakes. And this tag team tournament is the quickest way to do further damage. He’s teamed with Casey Williams, who by the way, has it out for the Sins.”
Rage cracks his neck, and from the corner of his eye, he notices more people staring at him. “He won’t have a problem much longer, because I plan on showing him just who the real monster in SCW is. And it’s gonna start with Maoi and Erik Black tomorrow night.”
“And don’t you worry about Jamie Staggs. If he knows what’s good for him, he won’t do anything—“ Shane stops midsentence to think for a second, then shakes his head. “I take that back. He’s always doing something stupid. Just don’t kick his arse for a while. You make sure that one half of the tag titles to the Sins. Go out there and do what we didn’t get a chance to do back in GXW.”
“Shit, I almost forgot about our Sinful Ambition days.” Rage replies, now remembering when he and Shane made a run for the GXW Tag Team titles years ago.
“Sooner or later, Rage, you’ll get your shot at Blade Alexander. Whether it’s in a one on one match or in this tournament, you’ll finish what you started and everyone will know that the Sins are a force to be reckoned with. Hell, you could win this tournament by yourself if given a chance. All those guys have to do is look at ya funny and you turn into that ugly monster inside of ya.” Shane says that last sentence a little louder, as he now notices the same people who have been staring at Rage, staring at him once again and whispering.
“Or keep running their mouth when I’m trying to eat.” Rage says, eyeing his sandwich once again.
Shane laughs, then stands up. “Ah, shut up about ya damn food already. You act like you haven’t eaten in years. Just focus your mind on this match tomorrow night and showing everyone just who the Sin of Wrath is. Got it?”
Rage nods. “I’m not worried about Maoi or Erik Black tomorrow night. I’ll have no problem unleashing some of my anger on those two, and sending a little message to Blade and Casey at the same time.”
Shane pats Rage on the shoulder. “That’s more like it. I’ll let ya eat in peace now, but I’ll see ya later. Oh, and don’t waste a good beating on the two idiots who can’t stop staring at ya, because I know you’re just itching for a fight.”
As the couple at the table next to them stand up quickly and leave, Rage cracks his knuckles. “You don’t know the half of it.”
“Oh, but I do.” Shane replies with a laugh. “I do.”
Shane then walks away, leaving Rage to his food. Rage looks at his sandwich, takes a deep breath, then growls. The waitress walks up to him reluctantly, and almost looks afraid to ask him if he needs anything.
“I’ll get you a box for that.” She says as she walks away again.
Rage shoves the plate away from him, suddenly not hungry. His mind switches off the food in front of him, and back to that beginning of the tournament, and ultimately, finishing what he started when he attacked Blade Alexander. Tomorrow night, Maoi and Erik Black will be given the first taste of the anger that has been building inside Rage. And very soon…Blade Alexander will experience first hand every ounce of anger this monster holds. And should anyone try to stop him, they’ll find out as well.
The Sin of Wrath has arrived…and he’s not going anywhere.
