Ok, I know I'm still in my own head right now, but something feels slightly different, something doesn't exactly feel normal.
I sighed, my eyes closed as I breath deeply. I feel a hand slide across my chest, I quickly open my eyes, seeing her laying across me, her head on my shoulder, her arm across my chest. A smile crosses my face.
Ah, my perfect woman, beautiful dark hair down her back.
Her eyes opened, a beautiful smile crosses her face as her stunning dark eyes, look back at me. She runs her hand across my chest, to my face, her fingers gently trace my jaw line.
Wow, she is absolutely gorgeous. You know when you have those moments that just take your breath away? That's exactly how I felt when I first saw her. I remember saying wow out loud as I put my eyes on her for the first time. I'm a confident man, but when I saw her for the first time, for the only time in my life, I felt she could be way out of my league. Let's be honest, she probably is way out of my league, but here she is, in the Luxor, in my bed with those loving eyes staring at me. She really does have loving eyes. They say the eyes are the windows to a soul and she seems to have one of the most purest souls I've ever seen.
"Morning" She says to me in an exotic sounding accent
"Morning" I replied, slight shaking in my voice
She leans up, kissing me on the cheek, sending a shiver through my body that I've never felt before.
I know I started with this before but wow. I don't know much about her, but let's do the maths here fellas, she is gorgeous, her accent is to die for, her eyes are so warm, it could melt ice cream from across the street, I know you haven't seen the body but god damn. The wow moment when I first saw her, I'm thinking I need to keep this one around
I move in closer, putting my arm around her waist and kissing her on the forehead.
I woulda gone for somewhere else, but her head was closer
She looked up at me, her eyes soft and full of warmth.
Stop.... melting.... inside....
Her hands move up to my neck, her hand reaching behind has she pulls herself up, brushing her lips across mine, as she pushes her upper body against mine, the silk sheet falls down her naked back as my hands trace across her smooth skin. She presses her lips against mine, a rush of emotions pulsating through my body. After a few seconds, she breaks off the kiss and smiles widely.
"I should shower" she tells me, her accent cutting through the air like like a whisper in the wind.
"I think you should just stay here and let me keep looking in those pretty eyes" I reply quickly and softly.
She smiles at me, standing up and wrapping the silk sheet around her, her back exposed to me as she moves towards a door leading off the bedroom. She turns and smiles at me, her eyes full of life and smile that could light up a room. She leaves the room, opening a door and stepping through. The sound of a tap is heard turning on and running
I really need to keep this one around, she is stunning.
I hear a huge crash somewhere in the distance.
"Are you ok?" I call out but no reply came my way.
"Course I'm fucking ok, now get your ass out of bed, comb that birds nest on your fucking head cause it's time for me to blow your ass back to England" A deep angry voice says.
My eyes fire open to see the brand new heavyweight champion, Rage looking over me as I lay in bed
Fuck it, it was a dream
I sit up sharply, looking at Rage, his heavyweight title over his shoulder.
He offered me ten bucks every time I mention his heavyweight title. Can't resist, sin of greed and all that
"What the..." I stumble out.
"I don't know what the fuck you was dreaming of, but you asked me if I was ok" Rage informs me
"It was a great dream..." I reply
"Yeah, yeah, don't wanna hear it" Rage says cutting me off "Today's the day Gabriel, you said if I won the gold, I could blow you the fuck up with C4, and I won the title, so it's time to blow you the fuck up."
I rubbed my eyes and put a foot out of the bed, planting it firmly on the floor. Rage smiles at me
That's... unsettling
"What's with the smiles?" I ask him as he stares down at me.
"Today is gonna be a great day, heavyweight champion, blowing up the tag team champion, it's gonna be a great day" Rage replies with a smile
"Uh uh" I mumble back
"Great day" Rage re-illiterates as he hits me firmly on the back.
Standing up, I look at Rage
"Alright, let's go blow me the fuck up" I say with a shrug.
As I try to walk past Rage, he puts his hand on my chest, stopping me from moving past.
"One question" He says to me "If you die, can I have your car?"
I look at Rage with disgust
"One, I won't die, two, piss off, you're never having my car, EVER" I tell Rage firmly
"One day, I will have your car" Rage says confidently, his hand on my shoulder.
That heavyweight title must have gave the big man some serious confidence. He's smiling, laughing, joking, I'm actually pretty worried, he should not be that happy. He's never been that happy. Hey, happiness, that's what I'll talk about later
"You will never have my car" I tell Rage seriously
"Oh I will, right after parts of you go flying over my head in a couple of hours." He says again with that wicked, yet unsettling smile.
He reminds me of a shark sneaking up on his pray, it's not pretty
"No chance" I tell Rage again
Rage smiles at me, the kinda smile to say he knows something I don't.
He wouldn't make something go wrong today, just for my car.... would he? Nah, he wouldn't or he'd have to take Despy to Sea World on his own.
"Let's go blow me up" I inform an almost gleeful Rage.
A couple of hours later...
A parking lot is our destination. A crowd of people gather round in front of an older looking car while I casually lean against it, next to two men, observing the crowd. Looking out in to the crowd, I see some SCW superstars, Rage, looking way too happy, alongside Kittie, Shane, Fantasia, Synn and Despayre, clutching Angel in his hand, looking slightly more worried then usual.
Despayre does worry about me when I do something stupid like this, and honestly, this is stupid, this is messing with something designed to hurt people. He usually trusts I know what I'm doing, and knows when something is wrong. When I first came to SCW, just before actually, I was doing the show, standing in fire before turning it to ice. Despayre ran on the stage and pulled me out of the fire. Angel had told him about a hole in the gas tanks. If that bad boy was on a few seconds longer, the Luxor would have needed some serious remodeling work done to it. If something was really set to go wrong today, he's have known by now, or Angel would
I keep scanning the crowd, seeing New Xtreme members Casey Williams, Spike Staggs, Vixen and new addition Odette Ryder. Peering around, I see Christian Underwood and Hot Stuff Mark Ward, next to Nick Jones, Brandi Shotze, Cookie S'More and The Surf Boys. There was other non SCW personnel there, like the guy in the grey hoodie standing close to Rage, or the two females in summer dresses, huddling close to Spike Staggs, or the group of teenagers near Nick Jones.
Showtime I guess. Might as well let Rage do his thing, he's been dying to do this for weeks
I step forward towards the crowd, instantly forcing them in to a hush.
"Ladies and gentlemen" I say to grab more attention quickly "Thank you all for coming out here to make Rage a very happy man. I'm gonna let him blow me up. Here's how this is gonna work"
I point towards the car.
"In that car right there, we have a barrel of gasoline, in the back seat. In the front seat, as per Rage's request, we have a mountain of fireworks" I tell them, pointing at the huge amounts of fireworks in the front seat.
I turn around and nod at the two men, standing by the car, who walk towards me, one holding a flack jacket, the other cuffs and shackles. As the men approach me, I address the crowd again.
"This jacket right here is covered with blocks of C4 explosives, ten of them to be exact. Enough C4 to cause more than a dent."
The man wraps the jacket around me and I reach down to pull the zipper up, the blocks of C4 clearly visible to the crowd as I move towards them
"This is as real as it gets. This stuff is made to kill"
I walk past the crowd, showing just how real these blocks of C4 are, I look up to catch the sight of a very concerned looking Odette Ryder
Odette has been trying to talk me out of this for a couple of weeks, she's worried about this and even I'm a touch nervous
"Don't do this" she mouths to me, no words passing her lips
I step in closer to her.
"See, real C4" I tell the crowd again
Quickly, I lean in to Odette
"I'll be fine" I whisper quickly
"Promise?" She whispers back
"Promise" I whisper quickly as I step back
No one's ever made me promise I'd be ok during one of these things, but she is worried, needed to be reassured. Let's hope I don't blow a limb off and break that promise.
"Give the detonator to the smiling bald guy" I say, nodding my head towards Rage.
The man walks over to Rage and hands him the detention.
"DO NOT hit that button yet, you'll blow everyone up" I yell across at Rage
The look on Rage's face changes to indecisiveness, smartly, Rage holds the detonator away from himself.
"I want you all to stand way back for this one, way way back. Needless to say do not try this at home." I tell everyone.
The two men start to secure the shackles to my wrists and ankles, chaining my hands behind my back and to my feet.
"You guys might wanna start stepping back now. Rage, wait until you get the thumbs up from these guys before you hit the button"
Rage nods at me as the crowd start to retreat backwards and the two men lead me shackled, towards the car. One lifts the trunk of the car and I sit in carefully, leaning in to trunk and laying down. The men gently lay the hood down, forcing the trunk in to darkness.
Darker than I thought it would be. Here I am, laying in a truck, with real C4 strapped to my chest, and can't really move. This would be awful to see it from this point of view, so I'm gonna show ya what's going on outside right now, it makes for a lot more interesting viewing, ok?
Outside the car, the crowd are back, and everyone looks at Rage, waiting nervously for what's about to happen next. A bead of sweat drips down Rage's face as he gets the thumbs up from the now retreated men. The crowd hold their breath in anticipation.
"I've been waiting weeks for this" Rage says with a smile "I'm calling dibs on his car"
Rage flips the protective switch up, pushes down a metallic button and presses down on a glowing red button, causing the car to explode with a huge bang. Fireworks shoot up in the air, grabbing the crowds attention. Black smoke rises from what used to be the car and the two men run across, covering the smouldering wreckage with a huge thick, black, soaking wet sheet, suffocating the flames of oxygen. An uneasy silence crosses the crowd as the look waiting for something to happen.
Damn, smoke is bad, don't smoke, it's bad for ya
The crowd look around, a growing concern drifting through the people.
And.... presto!
Throwing the grey hoodie back from my head, I stand behind Rage
Now the observant people would have seen a man in a grey hoodie standing behind Rage the whole time. Go on, rewind the promo and have a look, I'll wait... ok, done? Seen the guy?
I pull out my phone, quickly checking the reaction on Twitter. I look across at a tear filled Odette...
Her tweet at the time wasn't a lie. She looks so much better smiling
I quickly write out a tweet and watch as Odette and Rage's phone go off at the same time.
"And that's how it's done! Smile @odette_ryder it's prettier on ya. Now one more surprise for @SinOfWrathRage"
I lean in to Rage as he and Odette look around furiously for me
"Looks like my car stays with me" I say loud enough for everyone to hear.
Rage turns around, shocked to see me smiling behind him, Rage's face no longer baring the smile he had minutes before
"Son of a bitch, how the fuck did you do that?" He asks
The crowd clap and cheer, as Rage just stares at Gabriel
"I had to do it, I didn't want you getting your mitts on my motor" I tell Rage with a wide grin on my face.
"I will get that car someday" Rage grumbles
"You won't need to, come with me" I tell Rage
I motion to the crowd to follow me, leading down to the covered smouldering wreck.
"I've listened to you drone on, on Twitter about wanting my car, but it's not gonna happen. I got you a little present for winning that heavyweight title that you haven't let go of" I tell him
Rage looks at me strangely, clutching the title around his shoulder. I turn to the two men who pull the cover off to reveal....
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A Hennessy Venom GT. The crowd ooooo at the beautiful black car.
"Oh my god!" Despayre yells out "Gabriel bought him the Batmobile!"
Rage turns around and growls at Despayre, who smiles back at Rage
"NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA BATMAN!" Despayre yells out towards Rage.
The crowd laugh as Rage growls again, shaking his head and turning back to Gabriel.
"What the fuck? You got this for me?" Rage says, shock in his voice.
I reach in to my pocket, fishing out the keys and throw them in Rage's direction, causing the shocked big man to catch them.
"Now leave my car alone" I say with a smile
Rage reaches in for a high five slash hand shake, catching my hand in the air. Rage leans in to me.
"When you finally blow yourself up and die, I'm still taking your car" Rage says softly.
Rage pulls away from me, couldn't help but smile as he run off to play with his new toy. Synn stands to my side.
"Let me get this right" Synn starts "You bought him a car, so he'd leave your car alone?"
I turn to Synn
"Yep" I reply casually
"How much did it cost you?" Synn asks raising his brow
"A million" I reply quickly
"You bought him a million dollar car to keep him away from your car?" Synn says slightly shocked
"Money well spent Synn, money well spent"
The scene fades to Rage opening the door of his new car
A dark place surrounds the camera, footsteps are heard off the camera, walking towards the camera. The footsteps get louder as I appear in front of the camera. My footsteps stop as I stand in front of the camera. I take a seat on the floor, and the camera follows me down. Pale light kisses my face.
"How about we put some light on this matter"
I click my fingers and a ring of candles light around me
Cool, huh?
"Hello SCW fans, superstars and members of the general public that has stumbled across this. For the sake of the general public, my name is Gabriel and I am here to open your eyes a little more on how things really work"
I flick my hair behind my ears and look in to the camera.
"A while ago, I proved the fact that fate was pretty much bullshit and life is all about choice and today, I'm gonna talk to the people about one thing everyone apparently strives for, and the one link everyone puts this down to, I'm talking about happiness."
I pause for a second to let things sink in with the listening viewers
"Now, what is the one thing that everyone links to happiness? Money, maybe? Possessions, only the shallow, nope, it's love"
I pause again, waiting for a second.
"Everyone sits and says they're happy in a relationship, everyone in life sits there and talks about how wonderful life is while they have someone but when they're not with someone, they're miserable. So many people link their happiness to their love life. I am here to explain to you that happiness is not about love. Happiness is about whatever you want it to be about"
A smile crosses my face.
"When you focus on one goal, one apparent happiness, you miss out on everything else the world has to offer. When you focus on love, and love alone, you miss out at everything. Have you people ever seen Twitter or Facebook on a Saturday night? 'Oh I'm so alone' 'Oh why won't nobody love me?' 'Oh am I really that ugly?' Bitch, bitch, bitch, moan, moan, moan. You're focusing on one thing, and letting everything else pass you by. Look at me, I don't focus my life on finding love, regardless of dreams. I don't wanna piss around thinking everyone is 'the one'. If it happens, it happens, not by fate, by the choice of me and someone else really wanting to be together and moving heaven and earth to be together, but am I a sad loser sitting in doors crying myself to sleep? No, I focus elsewhere, and look where it's got me. I get to spend my life how I want and focus on everything. My mind is not small and stunted, my mind is open by not focusing one that one thing everyone deems to give happiness."
I look deep in to the camera
"Now I have not gone searching for that ultimate happiness yet and look what I have. A penthouse suite, mind blowing cars and wealth and a healthy life. I will get that love when I want it, but it will add to what I have. Now what makes me really happy right now?"
I open my jacket to show the SCW tag team title.
"Yes, my tag team title. You see this title doesn't define me, I define the title and that makes me happy. I'm talking about happiness, because I've seen my opponents this week and I got to thinking, that these and happiness are so far apart. Let's look at Synn's bitch, shall we?"
I can't help but chuckle
"Ah Sean Williams, the word bitch is so apt for you. Everything about you screams the word bitch, your looks, your actions, everything. Now I was gonna talk about your happiness Sean but you seem to have two, don't you? Is your sole focus of happiness, being Synn's bitch, or puffing on that crack pipe, dropping those pills and rolling up those joints. To be fair, at least being Synn's bitch doesn't rob you of your credibility but the drugs Sean, the drugs just give you false happiness, a quick hit and a high to make you forget what a disgusting person you are."
I shake my head
"I don't really give a damn if Synn bitches about my words, but I've never had any respect for you. All those drug issues, being put on television, bet your folks are so proud of you publicly being a junkie bitch. The happiness this title brings is not a happiness you should ever know again. You'd be a disgrace to the gold, a disgrace to any title. Your happiness is things that are illegal, immoral and an embarrassment to yourself. How the hell are you even employed here? You're a liability. You sit there and put your face out there, representing this company, when you're whacked off your face. I don't really care if you're trying to change, the simple fact that you go on TV, making it seem drugs are cool, poisoning the mind of people watching, is wrong on many levels. The thoughts that you, you could take away my happiness, would piss on everything Sinful Obsession have done to build up the tag division. You, you holding my title would turn me away from so many things. You don't deserve my gold, you don't deserve a job in a good company, you don't deserve to be employed in general. You deserve to be back in the gutter, needles out of your arm and seeing pink elephants running past."
I shake my head slowly again
"Harsh? Maybe, but I hate drugs, I hate anybody stupid enough to take them. They're losers and they choose to be that way. You Sean, you are loser and I have no idea what Synn sees in a gutter rat like you. Your happiness is drugs, you will not steal my happiness away from me"
I turn away, disgusted at the thought of drugs
"Oh, now we get to talk about you Goth, and you're easier to read than the alphabet. We have issues Goth, me and you, many, many issues, see, your happiness is me, and Despayre, aren't we?"
A serious look crosses my face.
"It's why you're here, isn't it? To keep an eye on the people that walked away from you in the past? Trying to let us know you're that close to us makes my skin crawl, but we got issues. You see Goth, remember when you took out my knee? Remember when you ripped my knee to shit with a chair. I bet you was pretty happy and proud of yourself. Well along with busting up my knee, you lit a fire in me Goth and I'd gladly rip you to shreds every time I see you. You have a huge chance here Goth, huge chance to hurt me just as much as you did when you tore my knee out but I will not let you take this away from me Goth. I will kick the ever living shit out of you when I get a chance. This is what makes me happy"
A smile crosses my face
"I know what you're like Goth, I guess I could call you my long time nemesis, so I know you well enough, I'm in your head, I have been for a long, long time and you know it. The thoughts of making my life a living hell is what you live for, but you can't do it anymore Goth. I'm better then that, I'm better then you, I've grown so much since I stumbled in to the AWA, I've become a man and now Goth, I will take away the happiness that drives you to get out of bed. I will do it because when you look in to my eyes, look in to my soul oh Gothic one, you will see no fear anymore, you will see no weakness, you will see no advantage, you will see nothing, you will see a determined man, a man who will sit and hold on to his tag title. You will have to praise it out of my cold dead hands before I ever lose it to you. You see Goth, your happiness has gone, you're just a painted up freak with nothing left"
I run my fingers through my hair
"This is my happiness right now, my title and well, my happiness is staying right here. Junkie, Freak, you will not make me unhappy this week"
I stand up and look in to the camera
"You can believe that!"
I clap my hands and the candles extinguish, darkness fills the room again
