<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> What is it with the youth of today who insist that they cannot survive going somewhere without being accompanied? Call me old fashioned but I thrive on being isolated, even in a crowded room I will always find peace in knowing that my hand is not being held. I guess with more and more people being brought up with a silver spoon in their mouths it’s hard for them to fathom the reality of what the world can really be like, it’s not all rainbows and candy. People often say “safety in numbers,” safety isn’t a numbers game. Being safe is by being smart being safe is by knowing what you’re up against and what the people around you are thinking. I am not prompting that females walk the streets alone; I’m just stating that a little bit of independence can go a long way. It’s hard to swallow but the fact of the matter is, more and more people are suffering from Autophobia. The fear of being alone, there is nothing wrong with being alone. In fact I think more people should embrace it. It’s a beautiful thing not to have to depend on someone; it’s a wonderful knowing that you don’t have the burden of having to accommodate another’s feelings, wants or needs.
Maybe I have just become too accustomed to my time I embraced whilst growing up in Sweden and Germany. Maybe I have just been able to flick the switch off of dependence. I will only ever depend on one person and one person only, myself Derek Vincent Thorne. Only I can be my own master on the war of life. Before you all start jumping up and down screaming “what about Spike?” “What about NXT?” hear me out, the New Xtremes do not need me to survive, nor do I need them. What I have for NXT is nothing more than a pure connection and commitment for my brother Spike. That doesn’t mean that I don’t respect my fellow members, because I have shown time and time again that I will protect my new found wrestling family. People like to say that when something keeps you warm inside that you will endeavour to keep it close to your chest. Although I do not know my NXT family very well, they have awoken something in me that only a handful of people have ever done, the protector.
All my life I have had to fight for my own protection and if I can raise my own glass of whisky I think I have done a pretty damn good job at it. I could have gone down the same route as the multitudes of homeless children do in this world. There are three main categories that homeless children customarily fall casualty to these being sex, drugs and suicide. I’m pretty sure you can pick the strand of life I chose to lead. You will never hear me complain of my life, you will only hear me speak of the downfalls that I have managed to flip into successes. Without first learning to protect myself, how would I have learnt to protect the ones that matter most to me? Let’s start with my wrestling family shall I?
Jessie Salco, is she is constant need of protection, as likeable (I would of said loveable, but hey I’m not that type of guy) as the young lady is, she sure has a taste for danger. She reminds me of a girl who rather dance with menace then fall in love with the yellow safety line. Her mouth of hers will get her into serious trouble one day I can see it… lord only knows how deep.
Jamie Staggs, the comedian of our team… I would say that he is the most need of protection he is married after all and she is expecting a child. Instead of needing protection maybe baby Staggs should have worn some instead. Best of luck to you comrade, you’re going to need all the safety you can muster.
Odette Ryder, as yes Miss Ryder she reminds me a lot like Lovisa. No Gabriel holds your magical unicorns and wait before dragging out the clown make up. I do not wish to bag your girl, not saying that she wouldn’t be quiet the notch above my bed post. I’m saying this because I know what she is transforming into as of late isn’t the true Australian Goddess the Sin City Wrestling world has grown to love. She is battered and bruised emotionally from your constant demands and hellacious rendition of a roller coast ride. Normally I would pat guys like you on the back about this normally I would be cheering you on… but look at the mutilation of her ticker you’re so peacefully committing. I am a firm believer that there are two sides of every story and I would fancy to hear yours but you can’t blame me for wanting to protect the only other person beside Spike who has made me feel at “home” in this place we call Vegas. Odette’s need for protection will deepen and until you sort your shit out I will be happy to play guardian.
Vixen, no doubt that the foxy one will be in need of protection one day soon, but my input will be less than needed. Vixen is fortunate enough to be with my Brother Spike, who will stop at nothing to insure his latest squeeze is kept from the dangers that linger.
Then we have Spike, my Brother. Who needs not to worry about questioning my alliance. In some aspects I owe my life to Spike, for he has saved me more times than I would like to remember. The only man that Spike needs protecting from would be himself. Something I’m more then sure Vixen is capable of handling. But for a man who is willing to sit in the snow for four hours freezing his jollies off for just to make sure that I didn’t pass out in a puddle of my own blood, he needs not to worry. If Spike requested that I join Sin City Wrestling because he knows what I’m happy to battle through. He also knows that I have a sense for predicting when the people he cares for is in trouble, why do you think I always pop up when its least expected? Why do you think I’m always around when people need protecting?
I’m not doing this for the fans love, I’m not doing this to make a name for myself, and I’m doing this to enlighten people of what is going on around them. If people only just opened their eyes they would see the dangers that are lurking in front of them. They would be able to see the judgment day that is brewing before our eyes. They will call it innovative I will call predictable.
___Opening up we are surrounded by the bright lights and smoke filled room of a Vegas casino. Since joining SCW and since moving to America Derek was yet to step foot into one of these establishments to place any bets. Sitting down in front of a table, Derek was surrounded by other gentlemen that seemed to know the game very well. For the time being Derek was given permission to watch the game of Poker unfold before his eyes, as he had explained to the dealer his predicament. Now let’s look at the dealer shall we? She was young, big breasted with raven black hair. Her facial features screamed Kate Beckinsale, while her body Derek could only imagine screamed part time dealer, full time table dancer. Flashing her eyelashes at Derek while he continued to sit back and watch how the game is played he refused to listen to the advice of the cowboys that surrounded in. His icy blue eyes only flirted with the dealer in between games, while during the action he was processing the rules.
<FONT COLOR= #dcff7a> Cowboy: “Feel free to join in you filthy Swede”
<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Laughing while looking towards Derek the gentleman beside him that resembled a mixture of Garth Brooks and Adam Brand mocked the “foreigner.” Derek didn’t say a word he just let out a sigh of air that dripped with boredom. Leaning back in his chair he brought the glass he was nursing in his right hand up to his lips, gulping down the rich brown contents. As the game started to wind up, Derek tapped the table to get the dealers attention, letting her know that he was ready to play. Derek watched as the cards were dealt, checking his he kept a blank look on his face, placing in a pile of chips, noticing the cowboys around him were starting to fold Derek kept adding money to his already high pile. The Stetson wearing gentleman beside Derek gave the Swede a stern look before following suit.
<FONT COLOR= #dcff7a> Cowboy: “Such confidence for a rookie”
<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> A wild smirk crossed Derek’s face as the time came to display their hands. The Cowboy went first showing off a full house, excitedly he reached in as if he was ready to claim his prize. Reaching out Derek placed his right hand on top of the gentleman’s writs, flipping his cards over in one swift movement with his left hand. Showing an Ace, King, Queen, Jack and 10 of Diamonds
<FONT COLOR= #dcff7a> Cowboy: “How did you? … Beginners luck”
<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Smirking wildly Derek watched as the dealer pushed his winning closer towards him. Collecting them Derek stuffed them into his trouser pocket. Standing up from his spot, he towered over the local.
<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “Luck is for people that believe in chance, I leave nothing to chance.”
<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Smiling smugly to the table shark Derek was about to take his leave from the table but turned back, flicking a $100 chip off this thumb towards the dealer for a tip for her troubles. The gorgeous female caught the chip and smiled, thanking Derek and in the nick of time another dealer came over to replace her. Derek had already walked off into the sea of pokie machines letting the bright lights and loud noises surround him. Just as Derek was about to leave the gaming area he felt a set of hands on the back of his arm, pulling him gently to get him to stop. Looking back over his shoulder Derek smirked, looking down at the female dealer. Looking down at her name tag he turned around to face her fully.
<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “For what do I owe such pleasure… Ava?”
<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> His eyes stayed on her name tag that was sitting just about her well-endowed breasts, although she was wearing a tight shirt Derek knew that that they were being helped with the extra assistance of underwire. Ava started to twirl her right index finger around her loose hair while slowly chewing on her gum.
<FONT COLOR= #9E7BFF> Ava: “You’re pretty lucky for someone that has never played poker before?”
<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> The look in her eye screamed that she doubted him, well truth be told Derek was a bit of a con-artist.
<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “I assure you Ava, Luck had nothing to do with it.”
<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Rolling her eyes playfully she tugged on her jumper wrapping it around her.
<FONT COLOR= #9E7BFF> Ava: “I just wanted to thank you for the tip, I
really appreciate it”
<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> He continued to look down smugly at her, like he was playing into his sick little plan far too easily.
<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “You’re most welcome, Ava”
<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Stepping up closer towards him, Ava rocked up on her heels tucking into his right ear she started to whisper sweet nothings into it. Lifting his right index finger up to underneath her chin Derek tapped it slowly.
<FONT COLOR= #9E7BFF> Ava: “Wanna get out of here?”
<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Pulling back with a sly smile on his face Derek extended his right hand out to her.
<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “I thought you would never ask”
<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> He was joking, he knew she would. Ava took his hand in hers and she took off through the club, Derek in tow. He didn’t mind walking behind Ava, after all his eyes were now locked on her behind.
___Opening back up in an unknown hotel room, Derek was found sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. Before his eyes laid the woman that he had just spent the night with. Waving the cameraman closer towards him Derek had a smirk on his face from ear to ear.
<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: "Shh ... du vaknar min dessert"
[“Shh… you’ll wake my dessert”] <FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> The camera panned over to find Ava still sleeping soundly. The only sound she was making was the exhale of breathe against the soft cotton bed sheets.
<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: “Jag undrar om detta är vad godståg av smärta är upp till. Sova som ett barn ... Jag undrar om det är därför han har varit som en leksak pudel som för sent. Vid första du fruktar den förestående ankomsten av en stor brutal hund eftersom du hör dess obeskrivliga bark, men ju närmare barken får mindre objektet visas. Casey har varit så här, är Casey ungefär som en rädd liten gnällig kärring."
["I wonder if this is what the Freight Train of Pain is up to. Sleeping like a baby… I wonder if this is why he has been like a toy poodle as of late. At first you fear the impending arrival of a big brutal dog because you hear its indescribable bark, but the closer the bark gets the smaller the object appears. Casey has been like this, Casey is much like a scared little whiny bitch.”]<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Oh look a dog pun.
<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: "Vid första Casey var allt buller, talar om hans vilja sin beslutsamhet att undervisa mig en läxa för sticka näsan där det inte hör hemma ... han var alla ord när han skulle beskriva vad han hade i beredskap för mig, men nu sedan datum långsamt närmar ... ingenting ... den inhemska karaoke specialisten har gjorts tyst."
[“At first Casey was all noise, talking about his will his determination of teaching me a lesson for sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong… he was all words when he was to describe what he had in store for me, but now since the date is slowly approaching… nothing… the resident karaoke specialist has been rendered silent.”]<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Letting out a sigh Derek’s Swedish accent could be heard as he spoke softly.
<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: "Patetiskt fegis."
[“Pathetic coward.”]<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Looking past the camera Derek’s eyes seemed to be locked on Ava. Bringing his right hand up he rested his chin on the back of his hand. The only thing that covered Derek was a pillow that was carefully positioned over his junk.
<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: "Jag är besviken på dig Casey, lovade er jag en kamp, men du har lämnat mig en tackoffer. Din tystnad bevisar bara att du gömmer sig bakom en mur av skuld, av skam och acceptans att du vet exakt vad som kommer att hända på Blaze of Glory Two. Du vet att oavsett din Sin City Brottning historia, din hängivenhet till det företag som du aldrig ut kommer att matcha en "slöseri med utrymme" kille som mig. Du kan skryta allt du vill i ditt förflutna säljfrämjande åtgärder om dina prestationer ... men läs mina läppar som texterna utanför en autocue ... ditt förflutna är värdelös, är din framtid obetydlig ... du talar samma nonsens om och om igen om att vilja bevisa dig själv för alla ... Casey kanske när du slutar försöka göra alla nöjda, med din "bad boy" attityd kanske du kommer att smaka på kopp segern, kanske då prakt framgång kommer att förstöra genom dina ådror. Från och med nu är du inget annat än en Muppet. Du kräver folk ta på allvar då du håller upp en mikrofon till ditt ansikte en slänga ur sig ut en rock låt och slaktare örat trummor av döva. Du påstår dig vara en man av som bör fruktade? "
[“I’m disappointed in you Casey, your promised me a fight, yet you have handed me a peace offering. Your silence just proves that you are hiding behind a wall of guilt, of shame and of acceptance that you know exactly what is going to happen at Blaze of Glory Two. You know that regardless of your Sin City Wrestling history, your devotion to the company that you will never out match a “waste of space” guy like me. You can boast all you like in your past promotional work about your accomplishments… but read my lips like the lyrics off an autocue… your past is worthless, your future is insignificant… you speak the same nonsense over and over again about wanting to prove yourself to everyone… Casey maybe when you stop trying to please everyone, with your “bad boy” attitude maybe then you will taste from the cup of victory, maybe then the splendour of success will ruin through your veins. As of right now you’re nothing more than a Muppet. You demand people to take you seriously then you hold up a microphone to your face and blurt out a rock song only to butcher the ear drums of the deaf. You claim to be a man of that should be feared?”]<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Letting out a quiet laugh Derek turned to the camera.
<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: ""Rädsla är för dem som är svaga och har inget kvar att stå för. Ju mer du ber om att någon ska frukta dig, ju mer du börjar att frukta dig. Denna smärta och lidande du beskrivningen på Climax Control är inget annat än en rökridå för att gömma sig bakom. Du är svag Casey, du ett skal av en tidigare man som du brukade vara hedervärd ... vad bra har du gjort sedan lämnar NXT? Ingenting ... du ville komma undan eftersom vi håller dig tillbaka ... håller dig tillbaka från vad Casey? Vad har du åstadkommit sedan packa dig väskor och sätta på oss? Ingenting ... absolut ingenting ... du har misslyckats och efter Blaze of Glory du kommer att misslyckas igen..."
[“Fear is for those who are weak and have nothing left to stand for. The more you beg of someone to fear you, the more you start to fear yourself. This pain and suffering you described on Climax Control is nothing more than a smoke screen for you to hide behind. You’re weak Casey, you’re a shell of a former man, you used to be honourable… what good have you done since leaving NXT? Nothing… you wanted to get away because we were holding you back… holding you back from what Casey? What have you accomplished since packing your bags and turning on us? Nothing… absolutely nothing…you have failed and after Blaze of Glory you will fail again…”]<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Licking his dry lips Derek raised his right eyebrow as the sound of his sleeping night wife waking up pricked at his ears.
<FONT COLOR= #2B547E> Derek: "Du ville frihet från NXT Casey? Jag kommer att ge dig frihet ... Jag kommer att ge Laura och resten av Sin City Brottning frihet från dig, när jag tar sista andetag ifrån lungorna helgen. Tiden för sång är över ... tiden för orsaken har börjat."
[“You wanted freedom from NXT Casey? I will give you freedom… I will give Laura and the rest of Sin City Wrestling freedom from you, when I take the last breath away from your lungs this weekend. The time for singing is over… the time for The Cause has begun.”]<FONT COLOR= #C0C0C0> Nodding towards the camera Derek motioned that it was time for them to leave. As they left the room the sounds of a male and female talking echoed before the female's giggles and gasps took over.
OOC: Me Roleplaying as a man charrie sucks 
