Prologue
Lucian Frost hasn’t had the greatest year within the SCW. It got off to the most incredible start when he won his debut, became the inaugural Roulette Champion and defended it many times, his record was impeccable and can only be matched by the then Heavyweight Champion. He picked up an injury during his title loss, forcing him to have surgery and return to the promotion a few months later, Lucian would compete several times in the NWA and SCW before the injury resurfaced which saw him leave for a further few months. After getting medical clear by the specialist and doctor, Lucian Frost finally returned in the latter part of the year, looking to continue where he left off by capturing the Tag Team Championships with an unexpected partner, Kain.
An unexpected man entered Lucian’s life in late November, a man known as Carlos Duquesne, a Sports Agent who has represented many wrestlers in many promotions. Carlos wanted to give Lucian his guidance as he saw Frost’ potential within the sport, wanting to guide him to success in Sin City Wrestling and within the National Wrestling Alliance, something he had done almost ten years previously with another young wrestler from a Canadian Provence. Carlos gave Lucian opportunities to join his agency, helping the fallen star a couple of times when he needed aid, only to be rejected time after time again. Soon the kindness drained from Carlos’ soul, the rejects too much to bare, he signed a giant wrestler to make Lucian’s life a living hell.
New Year Rising 2013, the big show to open the year with within Sin City Wrestling, Lucian Frost and Kain would be defending their Tag Team Championships against a young upstart tag team in the Young Lions, the match posed to be the end of their rivalry with Frost and Kain beating the team to capturing the belts in the first place. However the opportunist Carlos Duquesne interjected into the match, with the giant man known as Pernicious and caused the match to be thrown out, leaving Kain and Frost sprawled on the canvas after his heinous assault on the duo. The following week Lucian Frost entered the squared circle, wanting to give the Young Lions the chance of a rematch, only to be confronted by Carlos Duquesne and then left to be hideously attacked by Pernicious.
With no official word from Lucian Frost about his condition, Carlos Duquesne has left the masked man an opportunity on Climax Control this week, will Lucian Frost be medically cleared to face off against his Super J Cup opponent, Escobar, and is there a slight chance that Lucian Frost’ career is over thanks to the malicious attack by Pernicious thanks to Carlos Duquesne.
Scene One
”It had been a long time coming” Carlos gleefully says, sitting in the back of his limousine with a glass of campaign in hand, he looks over to Pernicious next to him “But I think he finally got the message, don’t you?”
Earlier on in the night Pernicious had entered the ring and pummelled Lucian Frost, hitting a devastating move that caused the crusierweight to land precariously on his head, leaving him motionless in the middle of the ring.
Pernicious’ piercing eyes gaze through his face mask, the breathing apparatus surrounding his mouth helps the giant breath, every intake of breath and exhale can be heard as he begins to talk “He would be a fool to think otherwise” His apparatus makes his voice sound metallic as he lets out a mocking laugh “Maybe now he’ll join us”
Carlos takes a sip from the glass “It is too late for that now” he rests the glass on his thigh “Lucian could of done this the easy way by agreeing to be my client, however he chose to be a lone ranger, and this little ranger is getting hung out to dry. he snorts “He wants hell..” He pauses to gaze out of the window “..I will give him hell!”
The vision of tonight’s events begin to unfold in his head, seeing the masked man standing opposite him signing what he thought was the contract, then feeling the effects from where Frost attacked and almost succeeded. The pain has been numbed by prescribed drugs. All Carlos wanted to do was help the young masked enigma in succeeding in his career, having lead another young protégée to the inaugural NWA Heritage Championship finals eight years previous, he knew he had the leadership capability and couldn’t understand why Frost couldn’t see it.
Pernicious wasn’t normally the person Carlos goes for, in fact it was the complete opposite, however needs must when it came to setting an example. He noticed the masked giant just staring at him. Carlos cannot help but wonder what he has unleashed within this giant, interfering in a tag title match as well as almost beheading Frost, the only person in control of this beast is himself and that worries him slightly. Only slightly. Carlos remembers hearing something a long time ago.
Chaos was the law of Nature, Order was the dream of man,
In order to unleash the hell he must unshackle the dreams that men dreamt in order for chaos to reign supreme. Lucian Frost has felt just a tiny bit of Pernicious’ wrath, if Carlos doesn’t get the answer he wants, the slight worries as to what he’ll do will leave as Chaos destroys the inaugural Roulette Champion of Sin City Wrestling. Carlos takes a look out of the window to see that they have arrived at their destination, losing himself to his train of thought really saw the time fly, the driver pulls outside and gets out of the car to open the door for Carlos. Carlos places the glass down, climbs out of the car to straighten his Italian made suit, Pernicious manoeuvres himself out of the car to tower over the aging man.
“Why are we here?” Pernicious queries as he looks at the establishment.
Carlos smiles as the driver shuts the limo door. ”This is going to be fun!”
The neon lights of the club illuminate the night sky, girls in the queue look at Carlos and Pernicious funnily as they walk over to the bouncers, Carlos whispers something in his ear as he opens the rope for the two men to enter. “Get Up (Rattle)” by the bingo players play at a deafening tone, the floor vibrates with every step they take, the dance floor is filled with young men and women dancing the night away. Carlos noticed the VIP area of the club and begins to shimmy past people, Pernicious’ present’s causes a lot of people to take notice, standing aside for the giant man with most people just gawping at him. Carlos slips a few dollar bills into the VIP bouncers pocket, he nods his head allowing him to step inside, the club owner is a young brash man who has a few women sitting by him, rubbing the inside of his leg trying to get on his good side. Carlos walks over towards him and sits down opposite him.
”Er, did you get lost old man?” The young owner mocks “Retirement home is three blocks that way!” the girls sitting around him laugh loudly.
Carlos graciously smiles “I’m here to talk business!” He pulls out an envelope and places it on the small table in front of him, sliding it across the table between empty glasses, Carlos leans back watching the response of the young man who reaches forward and opens the envelop “I think you’ll find my offer very generous”
“My club isn’t for sale!” the young man flicks the envelop back to the table ”so take your wrinkly old ass out of my club, and take your sideshow freak with you, I have a reputation to uphold and you’re servilely damaging it at this moment in time. So go!”
Carlos glances over his shoulder towards Pernicious, nodding his head, Pernicious who is standing by the bouncer places his palm over the bouncers face and begins to squeeze. The bouncer screams in pain as the giant’s vice like grip squashes his skull, other security begin to rush over but Pernicious just swats them away like flies, knocking them to the ground with lefts and rights. Carlos looks back towards the owner with a smile on his face.
“I think you don’t understand me” Carlos slides the envelop back across to him “When I make you an offer, it isn’t one to be discussed, I usually get what I want” he looks dead into the owners eyes “The last person to cross me ended up leaving on a stretcher, I am not usually into the nightclub scene, but when you’re a part of the DSA, you’re going to need a hotspot and this has been on my radar for a very long time!”
The owner looks very bewildered, some of the girls that where sitting near him have left, he picks the envelope up and looks inside it again ”it’s not nearly enough for what I paid for it!” the owner says “I require twice this plus shares in the business!”
Carlos shakes his head in disbelief, looking back over to pernicious as he puts a bouncer through the a nearby table, he looks back at the owner. “It would be a shake if my associate their takes this place apart, brick by brick” Carlos grins “Accept my offer otherwise he’ll be coming over here and showing you why his name is Pernicious!”
The owner glares at the monster Pernicious, destroying his security team single handed, he looks at the aging man who is trying to buy is business. Looking at the envelop he sighs with reluctance at heart, extending his hand over towards the man, Carlos smirks as he shakes the ex-owners hand. Carlos signals towards Pernicious to stop, allowing the ex-owner to take his leave and the battered security team to retreat.
“Exactly why are we here?” Pernicious questions as he walks up to his agent.
“Broadening my enterprise” he takes his suit jacket off and rests it on the leather sofa, unclasping his wrist cuffs to roll his sleeve up, Carlos loosens his tie and sits down where the owner was sitting “someone once said that ‘All genius is a conquering of chaos and mystery’” Carlos begins as Pernicious stands by his side “I am the one who conquers the chaos, this is why my organisation, the DSA, will broaden its horizons when it comes to the world of professional wrestling!” staff members begin to clear up the mess made by Pernicious “Lucian Frost maybe reluctant to join but others who want to live this lifestyle of success, fame and fortune will become a member of the DSA!”
Carlos crosses his legs and places his hands behind his head, the smile has not left his face as he watches the young party goers dance the night away, his prospects of expanding his business empire is slowly coming to fruition. Pernicious may not understand what Carlos is up too, but he realises that whatever Carlos wants Carlos gets, he’ll be there to back him up in whatever scenario he needs. Carlos’ thoughts float back to Lucian Frost, he wanted him to be a part of the DSA but he refused, Pernicious took something that means more to Frost than life itself. His Identity. Carlos pulls out the torn mask that Pernicious ripped from his fallen face, placing it over his hand and stares deep into the skulled eyes. Sooner or later Frost will either accept or want payback, but for now Carlos will enjoy his souvenir, and will enjoy the rest of the night as one of the bar staff brings over a bottle of Champaign and glasses.
Scene Two
The night was meant to be one of recognising that the young lions deserved a re-match, and refusing the offer to Carlos, never did he expect to leave the show barely walking. Although the EMT’s where going to take him to hospital with suspected broken neck, Lucian decided to disappear in typical fashion, he couldn’t allow his face to be shown to the crowd or be recorded for the internet. Lucian’s neck is screaming in agony, the arena doctor is the only sanctuary he has right now, pushing the door and collapsing at the doctor’s feet. The doctor helps the man up and places him on his medical bay, Frost makes sure his face is covered with his hair as the doctor begins to examine.
“I watched what that giant did” the doctor says as he touches Frost’s neck “I thought Casey Williams was huge, nothing compared to that man!”
Frost didn’t want to dignify him with a response, he was there first hand, the pain from the remover that Pernicious used was one he didn’t want to experience again.
“You really need to have an x-ray on this” The doctor confirms “I fear for the worse after a brief examination, I’ll have the ambulance ready for you..” he notices Frost eagerly covering his face “I’ll find you something to cover your face, okay”
Lucian Frost is given a surgical mask to partially cover his scared face, the doctor makes a phone call and a few minutes later the EMT’s come into the medical bay, the strap and stretcher Frost out of the arena and into the ambulance. The sirens are switched on as it rushes through the Nevada traffic. All Frost thinks off is the scenario he is in, succumbing to an assault and being left vulnerable to the predator known as Pernicious, Frost could now be out of action for a little while as a result of this attack.
His title reign ended.
His partnership with Kain ripped apart.
His chances at being a Super J Cup Winner ended.
“A animal is never more dangerous when it is backed into the corner Frost mumbled to himself
No matter what happens at the hospital, he is going to come back fighting, even if his neck is broken. Carlos Duquesne and Pernicious are going to be pay, they talk about putting Frost through hell well he’s currently in hell, it’s rather hot and painful, he would rather be back in hell’s reception in Sin City. The ambulance pulls up outside of the hospital with the doors swinging open, paramedics pull the stretcher out and begin to wheel Lucian into the hospital and down what seemed like a long corridor, all he could see was the lights and nurses face looking down at him.
It felt like several hours that passed him by, doctors and nurses pushing him in and out of xrays and tests on his neck, finally he had been placed on a ward awaiting the results from the doctor. Frost looks at the television screen, flicking through the channels but nothing takes his interest, he looks up at the ceiling as the curtain that surround his bed opens and a doctor steps in.
”Hello Mister…” the doctor glances down at his chart ”…Frost, I’m Doctor Edwards, I’m sorry that you’re in here today” he smiles as he perches himself on the edge of the bed “We’ve gone over your results and I’m afraid it isn’t that good news, could have been worse if that is a bonus, however it doesn’t take away from the severity of the injury.”
”Am I medically cleared to wrestle, Doctor?” Frost interrupts.
A bit confused the doctor replies back ”I’m sorry?”
Frost lets out a sigh “Am I medically cleared to wrestle anytime soon, I have got a match to prepare for in Canada, and I don’t want to have to use this injury as a petty excuse!” Lucian watches the reaction of the doctor “Can I go to the Super J Cup to compete or not?”
The doctor looks at his chart, flicking through some of the pages, he then looks at Lucian with a disheartened look on his face “If the match is in the next couple of weeks then I’m afraid not.”
In his head he begins to count down the days until the Super J Cup. “I will be fine then!”
“I highly recommend that you rest as much as possible, no fighting or wrestling, no lifting heavy objects, you have to allow it time to heal and I will not clear you to compete!” The Doctor places the chat back on the edge of the bed.
Lucian smiles “Well it’s good luck that the doctor is in Atlantic Championship Wrestling, and not Sin City Wrestling, so I thank you for your concern!” he tries to sit up but the pain is excruciating ”I will rest as much as I can however my preparation won’t be the best for my match, unfortunately, I hope to be back to match fitness soon but I will heed your concern”
The doctor was very reluctant to allow him to leave, Frost couldn’t hardly move so staying in the hospital bed was the only option, SCW staff had sent his bag and championship belt to his ward. For the first few days all Lucian can do is gaze into the main title belt, looking at his warped reflection and wondering if his words where listened to the SCW board concerning a title rematch, he felt on top of the world capturing that very championship but now he felt like an invalid unable to move or savour the fact he is a champion. His whole world is in ruins thanks to Carlos Duquesne and Pernicious.
Scene Three
A week has passed in the life of Lucian Frost, he had spent the majority of it in a hospital bed, but having been discharged a few days ago he is doing all he can to prepare himself for the Super J Cup. Last year Lucian was partially involved in the tournament, involved in the wild card match that involved the eventual winner, this year he hoped to at least get through the opening round and do himself justice. It is proving to be hard as the assault by Pernicious has left him in a worse condition than he’s hoped for. When entering the tournament he was thinking in his mind that he’d be able to prepare, both psychologically and mentally, but in the reality of it all he only had his thoughts and laying horizontally for a majority of it.
Having made the journey up north east to Canada, to one of the three maritime province in Nova Scotia, the temperature change is very noticeable as he stands inside of the John Brother Macdonald Stadium, normally an ice hockey arena for the Weeks Crushers but will be home to the Super J Cup Opening round matches. Lucian Frost sits in the empty arena wearing a brand new wrestling attire, his old one ripped thanks to the giant, his neck isn’t feeling at all good with the cold atmosphere affecting it. Lucian places his gloved hand on his neck as he begins to speak his mind about his opening round match.
”I may not be in the greatest condition going into this contest, thanks to an attack I suffered a week ago, and It may affect the match I am going to be involved with. For that I apologise to you, Escobar, you do not deserve a victory against a man who may only be 30%... but if you lose to me then the thought of losing to an injured man might look bad on yourself. Manuel A. Diaria is trusting you to prevail, you cannot let Manuel A. Diaria down, if you lose to an injured man then what will Manuel A. Diaria say? I can possibly guess what he’ll say and so can you. But I can guarantee one thing, the most unpopular man in the show will be you, Escobar, because when your anthem plays, the national anthem for the united states, there won’t be a man women or child who’ll want you ripped from head to toe due to your patriotic tune.”
“Last year I was a part of the Super J Tournament briefly, originally scheduled for a triple threat encounter involving a man I’ll be wrestling at Climax Control Next week, Blade Alexander. And the eventual winner in Misty. I lost that encounter and I hope history doesn’t repeat itself. If it does then there is only going to be good things going to happen to you, Escobar, winning the super j cup as history repeats. But that’s the great thing about History, once it happens it can never be repeated, some can try to replicate but history never repeats itself. I don’t intend to lose this chance that I have been given, even if I am a broken man, it won’t stop me battling until my final breath! Puerto Rico Association has been representing NWA gold with Limp and Chris Xtreme, SCW has had its fair share in holding the top prizes, Spike Staggs, Misty, Sinful Obsession.. Between the two promotions it has been pretty equal throughout last year when it comes to success within the alliance, this year it won’t be repeated, only outdone as PRA loses a representative in the Super J Cup leaving an SCW star to progress!”
”I have seen Carlos Duquesne issuing me with a match, I will answer that after my match with Blade Alexander, you may have been a part of the reason why I’m like this but you will be far from my mind when I step through those ropes. With only myself, Vixen, Misty and Jessie Salco representing SCW, we need to make sure we eliminate the other promotions to show why Sin City Wrestling is the best alliance region as it homes the winner of the Super J Cup for the second year running, as well as the NWA World Tag Team Champions, as well as the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Champion.. Sin City wrestling is going to have a huge presence in the NWA starting with the Super J Cup, Starting with myself!”
Lucian Frost gingerly gets up to his feet and carefully steps down the aisle down to the ice rink, some of the ACW crew have arrived the same time as Frost, getting ready to cover the ice and prepare the arena for the show. Lucian takes in the atmosphere of the semi empty arena, he would usually do a disappearing act to show his enigmatic tendencies, but his energy needs to be conserved for the Super J Cup. Lucian guides himself back up the aisle, grabbing his bag from where he was sitting, and exits the arena into the bitterly cold atmosphere of Nova Scotia.
