Author Topic: Picking a side (Read 570 times)

Derek Thorne · « **on:** March 23, 2013, 12:40:19 AM »

They say life only truly begins when you’re out of your comfort zone, and if I can be honest this weekend coming I think it’s fair enough to say I’ll be out of mine. For starters I’m stuck here in Colombia in the fucking dry heat. Now I’m not the one to complain about it being hot but trust me; it’s hard to adjust to such an extreme temperature. After years of ragging on about the snow, I’d trade in this hot country for a night back in Sweden for a Franc any day. The guts of my issues this week, would be facing Nick Jones. Now let’s get one thing clear of all whispers and secrets, I do not fear the weed that is the “best ever”. The is a reason I see this match as one to push me out of my comfort zone and that is for one reason and one reason only, I’m forced to make an important decision. Do I go against the main reason why I joined Sin City Wrestling? Do I step up the plate to take a big swing at the ball game that is happening before me, or do I continue to plot along in my career helping out Spike, when help is needed? I have always said the main reason why I joined SCW was to ensure someone reliable had my brother’s back, I never for one reason thought that it would launch me into the spotlight. I don’t fear the spotlight, it’s just I prefer the darkness. I prefer to be that unknown that lurches in the background. Since joining Sin City Wrestling, I think I’ve done that adeptly.

A win over Nick Jones would give my career the boost that so many desperately want to see, I guess the main question is how badly do I want it? I’ve never been the one for wanting to become the main attraction. I’ve never been the one who wanted all the bells and whistles of this career path I have chosen. Let’s be honest here, I’m flat out remembering the names of night wives, let alone trying to remember to carry around a belt. Just ask Spike, he will tell it to you straight, I’ve always been more animalistic about this sport, I’ve always been attracted to the pleasure of the heart ache and pain this business can cause and I’ve always been happy to stand back and watch the weak grow weaker and the strong eventually run out of herbs, then crash and burn. I prefer the consistency of my approach, in my time of being a fighter, either on the streets or in the ring I have seen the rise and fall of many who have labeled themselves the best, I have seen the demise of many who have claimed to be the almighty conqueror. I’m a firm believer in that once you think you own something, it becomes expiable, trust me everything has an end date it’s just a matter of how fast the clock ticks.

I think this is the clouded misjudgement that Nick Jones is currently feeling, on the inside he can hear the tick, he can feel that time is escaping him but on the outside he is still bragging, he is still talking the talk. Don’t take those words as a shot Jones, just a general observation. I may not believe you’re the best but I know who you are and what you’re capable of, under estimating you will not be a problem. Come this Sunday regardless of the outcome, regardless of my internal decision you have my oath that I will bring you a new light of competition that you are so desperately gasping for. Like the off shore Swedish winds, I’ll be the breath of fresh air you’re looking for. You want a battle? You want a fight? Well prepare to glove up. Maybe it is my time to step up to the plate, maybe it is my time to step into the limelight, one toe at a time? My whole life I’ve been told that I could become something big, something unstoppable, people have always relayed to me that they knew I had a purpose other than drinking, fighting, smoking and fucking in my life. God forbid maybe I’m starting to believe this filth.

The seed has been planted, the spotlight will either become my photosynthesis that will lead to my germination or the chance at my spotlight could become the ultraviolet light that could construct my degradation that would start a chain reaction of weakness and failure. I detest the thought of failure but I do not fear the thought of falling, because even in my lowest point of my life, I’ve still managed to survive. You see facing Nick Jones this weekend can either make me or break me, only the nauseating period of time stands between the biggest reveal in my career. The barriers of my “comfort zone” have been dented, the walls are slowly tumbling and now the drive the power and the gratification I have for this sport is starting to become a lot more apparent. I just know that no matter what happens in your life if it doesn’t challenge you, it doesn’t change you and this Sunday at Climax Control I’m faced with my biggest challenge yet and I think it’s about time for a change. I think it’s about time I give this spotlight fuss a spin, so why not go after the one guy who claims to the best Sin City Wrestling has to offer? I know that Nick Jones will see the name Derek Thorne and cackle but I will not let him see me as dimness in his pathway of success. For when you cannot run from weakness, you must fight it out or perish and when perishing isn’t an option all you have left is the determination the greed to dig deep to survive and I’m a survivor.

+++ Tuesday

Opening up by the pool at the Dann Carlton Hotel that is located in Bogota, Colombia the second stop for the Sin City Wrestling tour, Derek Thorne is found lounging by the pool. Wearing just a simple shirt, v neck tshirt and a pair of quick dry billabong surf shorts. The Swedish local’s eyes are covered by a dark pair of Calvin Klein glasses and his short mousy brown hair that’s almost blonde is messed up and swept across his forehead as his body is laced with droplets of sweat. To the left of his chair is a table that is holding his phone, Ipad and his beverage, while on his lap lays a very toned and tanned Colombian woman. Derek has his left hand up rested behind his head while his right hand is cupping the side of the females face, stroking her hair out of her face. Snuggling into his body the dark haired, dark eyed woman looked up intently at the Swede before shaking her head in a playfully shy matter before tucking herself back in underneath his arm. Although the woman was toned, she was the prime definition of a Columbian with curves in all the right places, her tiny bright yellow bikini leaving very little to the imagination.

Woman: “You know we could go inside to cool you down?”

 A wicked smirk crosses Derek’s face as the very thick accent from his lady friend pricks his ears, sending a jolt of excitement down his spine. Letting out a slight chuckle he swept a curled lock of her hair from her face, he was looking down directly into her coffee eyes, but he was starring directly through them.

 Derek: “Tempting offer”

 Derek could speak English, in fact he could speak it well his tone was soft with some gruff undertones. The woman rolled over, flicking her leg up and over Derek’s body gripping on to him for almost grim death. Moving his hand away from her face, Derek rested his hand behind his head as the lady popped her head up, obviously now interested in a conversation.

Woman: “We could repeat last night?”

 Winking up at the Swede she blew him a kiss, Derek couldn’t help but smile she was playing the same cards they all did.

 Derek: “We could”

 His tone seem less than amused, he had the attention span for women like a goldfish, once he knew what they could do they were rendered useless but being the true gentleman that he was, he would allow a certain few to stick around. Biting down on her juicy bottom lip she tucked it into her mouth sucking on it.

Woman: “So tell me, what is it that you do again?”

 Curling her finger around her hair for a few seconds she waited for a response. Looking down towards her with such curiosity in his eyes Derek played along, lighting the fuse.

 Derek: “I’m a professional wrestler”

Woman: “Oh no wonder you have such a defined body”

 Tip toeing her fingers up his chest, dragging her fingernails across the material of his shirt, as if she was attempting to tear through it. Moving up his body just a few inches she pivoted her hip and now straddled herself on top of his lap. Derek kept his hands behind his head and continued to stare through the woman who was throwing herself at him. Running a hand through her black hair she ruffled it up, pouting down at him.

Woman: “Look at you, you’re all hot and bothered”

 Reaching towards Derek’s arms she grabbed on top his wrists, pulling them out from behind his head. Bringing them around in front of him she rested them on her thighs. Wiggling her hips she leant towards him.

Woman: “Let me fix that for you”

 As she attempted to press her lips against his, Derek pulled his head back slightly.

 Derek: “You can control the weather?”

 Dropping her bottom lip she pouted, shaking her head no before pulling backwards. Grabbing his hands once more she wrapped them around her back pressing them onto her behind. Squeezing her hands, she locked her eyes with his.

Woman: “Well I could make it rain”

 Derek let out a chuckle, as she let go of his hands and bringing them up she held onto the back of the chair, moving up more her barely covered breasts were basically hanging before his very eyes. Running his hands up her bare back, Derek pulled her in closer. Sliding back down his body she pressed her lips against his crushing in for a kiss that Derek lazily replied with a half assed effort. Pulling away slightly rejected the female raises an eyebrow.

Woman: “What’s wrong Derek, last night you couldn’t get enough?”

 Bringing his right hand up underneath her chin he lifted her head with a curled index finger, his other hand found her inner thigh.

 Derek: “That was last…”

 Before Derek could continue a loud booming voice could be heard coming from off the camera, from the left of Derek.

 HS Mark Ward: “Oi is it hot enough for you here mate?”

 Walking into the shoot, Derek dropped his hand from underneath the woman’s chin and extended it out for a hand shake. Mark accepted the gesture and stood a little bit away from Derek, watching the half dress woman on top of the Swede back away off of Derek. Scooping up a towel from the floor she went to covered herself up but before she could Derek forced her off of him, by standing up. Now standing in front of his Boss Derek, lifted his shades from his face resting them on top of his head, ignoring the Colombian woman who was standing behind him sulking while tightly wrapping the white towel around her body.

 Derek: “I’d give her up for a night in Sweden if it was being offered.”

 HS Mark Ward: “Holy Shit, you speak English?”

 Taken back by Derek’s accent Mark slapped his open palm on Derek’s arm. Watching Mark’s hand retract back down to his side Derek seemed a little put off by the contact. Looking back up at Mark with a glare the Swede cracked a slight smile.

 Derek: “Never said I couldn’t”

 HS Mark Ward: “I never said you could either, you ramble a lot in that gobbledy gook stuff.

 Stuffing his hands deep into his pockets Mark looked over Derek’s shoulder to see his lady friend sitting on the chair, her legs crossed and her arms folded underneath her chest.

 Derek: “It's Swedish.”

 HS Mark Ward: “So are meatballs, but they don't talk like that”

 Derek let out a small chuckle before shaking his head.

 Derek: “Meatballs don’t talk, that’s logic”

 HS Mark Ward: “Fuck logic besides, they do when you slip a little something extra in them. Stoner Scott made some once; pretty sure the meatballs spoke to everyone who ate one”

 Derek: “Or when you watch a Casey Williams promotional”

 Sharing a laugh Mark Ward noticed the camera was on his face so he straightened up; Derek looked over his shoulder at his female friend who was now texting away on her phone. Turning back to one of his Bosses he looked towards the ground before looking Mark directly in the eyes.

 HS Mark Ward: “Hey I wanted to catch up with you about something, have you got time?”

 Mark pointed at the lady behind Derek who was puffing and pouting, Derek once again looked over his shoulder towards her giving her a playful wink giving her a glimmer of hope that they were still on. Looking back at Mark, the Swede nodded.

 Derek: “Shoot”

 HS Mark Ward: “I was wondering if you would be interested in joining team SCW? It will benefit your career. Erik Staggs waves around his little papers, thinking he's something special, but the truth is, he's a glorified coffee boy. Joining team SCW, is the real step forward... also if you do, I will go out and claim Zlatan is the best striker in the world, even after ruining England not long ago”

 Rubbing his chin in thought Derek dropped his hands back down to his side, jamming them into his pockets.

 Derek: “I think you have forgotten that this Sunday I will be facing one of your hot shot goons, let’s cut the BS Mark… why do you really want me on team good?”

 For the first time ever Derek was showing a sign of judgment, his normal cool calm face was now locked and loaded waiting to hear from Mark, waiting for an honest reply.

 HS Mark Ward: “Because I'm building SCW for the future. Here's a lesson in the wrestling business, things never stop. Think of a wrestling company being like a river, it never stops flowing; it will always constantly keep going and going. I need to constantly keep going and going, building for the future. Do you think anyone is gonna wanna see my old arse in the ring in 10 years times? No. Do you think Nick, Jordan, Spike, and Rage, will still be able to put on the matches they do now? No. I need to build stars and you could be one that leads us in years to come. Joining Team Erik is career suicide.”

 Listening to every world that spilled from Mark’s lips Derek the Swede rocked back on his right foot, almost processing the Englishman’s words one by one in a critical manner.

 Derek: “So you’re telling me joining team SCW would be my salvation, would be my saving grace, joining team SCW would be the epitome of my career, the first of many stepping stones in building an influence a force that has never been encountered? You really see me, a guy you know nothing, absolutely nothing about as the future of your lunch box company? I’ve never been a leader Mark; I never wanted or felt the desire to help a crusade, bonded by selfish desires rather than a familiar pledge?”

 Mark folded his arms across his chest while puffing it out.

 HS Mark Ward: “So is that a yes or a no?”

 Smirking wildly, Derek bit down on his tongue holding it back from snapping out an answer.

 Derek: “I’ll give you my response at Climax Control.”

 His lip turned up to one side as Derek watched Mark’s facial expression drop slightly.

 Derek: “You have given me a lot to think about Mark, but you know as well as I do that in this business the element of surprise, the thrill of suspension if played out right can make or break a development.”

 HS Mark Ward: “I think it liked it better when I couldn’t understand a word you were saying., Are you as much of a smart arse when you talk in Swedish, as you are when you talk in English?”

 Derek: “Som du inte skulle tro Marcus”

 Coming up from behind Derek the woman wrapped her arms around his right one, tilting her head to the side she eyed Mark Ward up and down. Tearing her eyes away from the Coowner of Sin City Wrestling she looked up towards Derek, giving him sexy eyes.

Woman: “I love it when you talk in your native tongue.”

 Looking down at the woman Derek just shrugged as her nails dug into his skin.

 HS Mark Ward: “Alright I think that’s my cue to leave, but think about my offer Derek… now I’ll leave you and your bird alone, but I must know what is her name?”

 From one player to the next Mark Ward knew what he had just walked Derek into. Derek looked towards his boss and then down towards his lady friend who was standing on her tippy toes, swinging off his arm like a little school girl with a fan girl crush. Looking back up at Mark like a dear in headlights Derek coughed.

 Derek: “Forgive me where are my manners? This is my lovely friend Melstacebrookmy”

 As Derek jumbled a mixture of names together he closed his eyes slightly cringing.

Woman: “It’s Sophia you asshole”

 Pulling away from his arm, the Colombian woman stormed off speaking in her native tongue. Derek looks at the spot where his friend was standing, shrugs his shoulders unaffected by her exit and then looks back up toward Mark whole is laughing loudly. Smirking Derek lifts the shades off the top of his head and runs his free hand through his hair.

 Derek: “She’ll be back”

 Placing the glasses back down over his eyes, Derek’s big smile showed off his glowing white teeth. Mark rolled forward and stopped laughing for a few seconds.

 HS Mark Ward: “Don’t I know it; she’s that type of girl”

 Walking off Mark continued to chuckle to himself while Derek returns back to relaxing by the pool. He knew that he would have to take his match seriously this Sunday but right now he was more interested in relaxing.

+++ Wednesday

Opening up in a dimly lit boxing den, a single heavy bag punching bag could be seen hanging from the ceiling. The bag was swaying from side to side, as the sound of chains rattling together as the bag swung slowly recovering briefly from their latest beating. There wasn’t a lot of glitz or glamour about where we were, just a dusty dirt covered floor and four plain a nails walls. The room was lit by the sunlight alone that was trying it hardest to seep through the dusted windows. As the chains continued to clink together, the sound of heavy breathing could be heard as the camera panned over quickly to find Derek Thorne in the middle of doing an interval of push ups. His body was already varnished with sweat, only a short pair of loose fitting sweat shorts covered his legs, from his knees down he was exposed. As there was no flooring to the room his sweat covered knees were decorated with dirt that was slowly turning into a dark pasty mud upon his skin. His hands pressed deep into the ground as his fingers were fully extended; dropping his body down to the floor he held it there.

 Derek: “en, två, tre, fyra, fem, sex, sju, åtta, nio, tio.”

 Exhaling he brought himself back up with full extended arms, taking three deep breathes before lowering down once more. His chin just inches away from the red rusty dirt below him. Holding it once more he counted slowly.

 Derek: “en, två, tre, fyra, fem, sex, sju, åtta, nio, tio.”

 Flexing back up to a high plank the Swede held his position, for as long as he could letting his muscles in his arms and legs start to shake, this wasn’t a sign of weakness this was sign that he was engaging all of them, using them to their full potential. Looking directly towards the camera for a few seconds he ducked his head down, before jumping up on the balls of his feet. Now standing up right he bounced his way from side to side over to the punching back. Derek was almost two stepping around it he took his time calculating his moves before unleashing an onslaught of left and right fury punches. His bare white knuckles, crunched against the unforgiving leather, leaving them blood stained from the capillaries that we bursting underneath his skin on impact. Once he finished a round of punches Derek followed it up with a barrage of kicks, aiming high as if the top of the bag was a human head. Stepping out with his left hip Derek kicked at the bag with the front of his leg, working around it. Not standing still for a second the Swede continued to work out.

Spike: “I’m a little offended that you have started without me brother.”

 Spike’s voice could be heard coming from behind Derek, walking into the view of the camera the leader of the New XTremes watched on as his brother finished up his interval training. Turning to face Spike, Derek out stretched his had taking Spike’s in for a hand shake. The two didn’t waste any time in heading into conversation.

 Derek: “I wait for no one, not even you.”

 That confident smirk was displayed bright on the hard face of Thorne as he watched Spike place his training bag on the dirt, looking around the room a little taken back.

Spike: “Well if this doesn’t bring back memories of Germany, I don’t know what will. Kudos on tracking down the fucking worst piece of shit training room you could find.”

 Shaking his head Derek just laughed, and dropped to the floor and started to work on his push ups once more, this time when he lowered down to the ground he didn’t count her just spoke out towards his brother.

 Derek: “Don’t be such a pussy.”

 As Spike dropped down to the ground beside Derek in one fluid movement, the currant double champion slipped straight into his own training routine un fazed by his brothers words.

Spike: “I think this is just what you need to clear your mind; after all we both know what today is.”

 Turning towards Spike, Derek responded with a growl before lifting himself up holding himself in a planked position. Of course Derek knew what today meant and of course Spike knew that this day would haunt him forever. Turning towards his brother Derek licked his dry cracked lips, shaking his head.

 Derek: “sie ist für mich gestorben, auch wenn ihr Herz vielleicht noch schlagen.”

 Speaking in German now, Derek lowered back into a deep push up holding his body just inches off the ground holding it in plank. Letting the beads of sweat run down his nose and dropping to the floor. Closing his eyes he had hoped that the onset of memories would not kick in but he was mistaken. Spike continued to follow his own routine, even though the two liked to train together they were two very different competitors, they had two very different styles in the ring. When Spike and Derek first met, Derek wasn’t the one who would aim for a win, he was the type of guy that would aim for blood, he would be the type of guy who would aim to have your cerebrospinal fluid start leaking from your ears from head force trauma. To say that Derek has had a troubled past would be a putting it nicely, he was messed up, he was angry but now through no fault of anything else other than just time he had managed to tame the inner beast that only Spike knew what damage it could cause. Turning to look at his friend Spike tapped him on the right shoulder, in a fatherly manner he knew that the clogs inside Derek’s mind where now turning, he knew that memories were flooding back and if he could be honest hear Spike was loving the thought of how dark, how brutal and how deep Derek would dig until he was satisfied with next move towards freedom.

Spike: “Use it brother, don’t fight it… use the hate and the anger, this Sunday the odds may seem to be stacked up against you, but I know what you can do… I have seen you with my own eyes topple giants twice the size of you. I have seen you demolish the best like a human wrecking ball, dig deep, be angry. I know Nick Jones has done nothing to you, but if you want a chance at beating this, beating him… you need the memories of her. Trust me brother, if you allow her to flood your mind, if you can let her seep back into your skin, if you can let her get your blood boiling to the point it risks blistering your skin, then I know and you know that the “Best” Sin City Wrestling has to “offer” is just a stepping stone. It’s time Brother it’s time for you to reach your full potential, time to stop living in the shade.”

 Starring Spike directly in the eyes, Derek gritted his teeth as he jumped back up to his feet making his way over towards the punching bag for another round. As his fists make contact with the bag loud thuds can be heard from the impact as the chains twist and jingle together as the bag sways.

 Derek: “This wasn’t my idea of joining Sin City Wrestling Brother, you know that.”

 Spike bounded to his feet and stood behind the punching bag holding it in place for Derek as the Swede continued to pound away at the swinging bag of weight and sand. Digging his heels into the dirt Spike smirked as Derek started to swing his fists punching the bag harder and harder in an attempt to knock the Sin City Wrestling heavyweight champion off his balance.

Spike: “It’s time to stop being a follower Derek, stop being the Saviour and start heading towards your own light.”

 Rolling his eyes Derek laughed just slightly.

 Derek: “if I didn’t know any better Brother, it would almost appear like your trying to provoke something out of me.”

 Nodding his head Spike smiled smugly while lowering his eyes.

Spike: “It’s time to shine little brother, time to step into the spot light and what better way than taking down Nick Jones?”

 Ducking down Derek charged towards the punching back, tackling into it before tucking away some close knit punches. The sound of his knuckles cracking on impact brought a sicken smile to his face. Jumping back, Derek repeated the same sequence three times before backing up letting Spike get his grip back on the bag. Wiping the droplets of sweat from his brow Derek walked over to grab his drink bottle. Popping the top off Derek brought the bottle up into the air and squeezed the liquid into his mouth. Swashing it around, he spat the contents out onto the dusty floor. Before finally taking a proper drink. Dropping the water bottle from his lips Derek looked back over towards Spike who had started his round son the bag.

 Derek: “I don’t think this spotlight everyone craves for is big enough for both of us Brother.”

 Spike poked his head out from behind the punching bag and smirked at Derek.

Spike: “Oh don’t be worried about that Derek, you and I both know I’d kick your ass.”

 Chuffing back a laugh Derek slammed the lid back down on his water bottle and tossed it to the ground.

 Derek: “Are you willing to put money on that?”

Spike: “State your wager.”

 Approaching the taller male Derek didn’t back down as he ran his right hand through his hair.

 Derek: “Let’s see, first one to draw blood wins?”

 Before Spike could respond Derek’s left hand popped up from his side and crushed into the side of Spike’s jaw. Spike stumbled two steps back and reached up holding his jaw while his Swedish friend started to jump up and down on the spot cracking his neck from side to side. A sick smile crept across Spike’s face as he dropped his hand down to his side.

Spike: “Fucking Swede.”

 Charging towards Derek, Spike and the Swede collided and the two started to spar inside the dark, shitty den that Derek had found in Colombia. The very base of the shell of a building brought back a flood of memories for Derek, it might have been a different country but there was something about this shit box shed that brought back the sense of familiarity. They say you can only truly release when you feel at home, and since Derek didn’t have a home he held onto the memories of a time that had passed that made him feel like he did. Sometimes to be the “best” you have to rise from the ashes, but in Derek’s case he has to ride from the dirt and dust.

+++ Thursday.

Inside of Derek’s small yet still neat hotel room, we find the tall Swedish man with the Colombian woman standing in front of him from two days ago. Looking up and over her head Derek winked towards the camera before curling the side of lip smiling.

 I told you she would come back, they always do.

The hotel room was line with striped wallpaper, and was drowning in a sea of dark brown and bone tones, the only real essence of colour was from the sun that was streaming through the blinds. The small yet voluptuous woman’s hands rested on top of Derek’s shoulders as she reached up on her tippy toes, flashing him a playful smile.

Sophia: “Did you miss me?”

 His cold blue eyes fell into hers as he arched his eyebrow almost amused by her words. Running her tongue along her teeth she ran her hands down his chest to the front of his buttoned up shirt. Her fingers delicately danced around the button, before she undid it. Derek’s hands were by his side, lowering his head he bowed down towards her.

 Derek: “Let’s play a game, of who can be quiet the longest”

 Every single time, they speak it’s always the same; I’ve heard it all before the mind games that women play to get a grown man to his knees.

Sucking in her bottom lip the Sophia looked offended, as she went to take her hands away from undoing the buttons on Derek’s shirt. Noticing that she was going to leave he snapped his right hand out placing it on her behind, forcefully yet gently pulling her in towards him. Her hands now fell onto the side of his face, tracing his jaw line the brunette smiled overjoyed that Derek was showing some type of affection towards her. Licking her lips she darted towards him placing her glossed mouth onto his. As she tried to deepen the kiss, Derek brought his other hand to her other side of her rear and pulled on it. Jumping up into his arms Sophia wrapped her arms around his neck, as Derek turned swiftly in his spot walking her over towards the bed. Plonking her down on the bed, Derek pressed his body against hers, breaking the kiss that he wasn’t interested in.

 Now let’s get one thing straight, kissing just wastes time.

Looking down at her he brushed a strand of her black hair out of her eye sight as she glared up at him with such need in her eyes. Running his hand down her torso, it dropped out of the cameras view. A few seconds later a gasp and a slight giggle escaped her lips as her eyes narrowed towards him. After giving her just the slightest sign of where he wanted this to go, Derek rolled off the woman and onto his back, resting his head on top of the pillow. Sophia didn’t waste anytime as she crawled up his body. Pulling away at the buttons on his shirt, she looked up at him from the last one, pulling the shirt open before trailing a line of kisses up his stomach to his pecks and then up to his neck. Derek’s eyes were fixated on the woman but his mind was elsewhere.

Sophia: “Let me…”

Placing his right index finger over her pouty lips he shushed her before she ducked her head in towards his. Leaving a kiss on his slips she slipped down his body and her hands fell onto the buttons on his jeans. Two pops were heard before the sound of a zipper, before the sound of denim sliding across cotton bed sheets could be heard. Her head lowered as Derek brought his right hand and lowered it onto the back of her head.

 A true gentlemen would always make sure a lady goes first, just no one ever wrote the rules for which action.

As his Colombian “girlfriend” continued with her duty Derek rested his head back into the pillow closing his eyes.

 This is when she comes back to me; this is how I get to feel her again. What did you think that memories of her would flood back to me while I’m pounding my fists into a sandbag? I’ve been known to be an asshole but physical abuse on or aimed at a woman is unforgivable. Mental abuse, eh… I give as good as I get.

Arching his neck back Derek’s hand balled into a fist holding onto a handful of her hair.

 For years I have wondered what it was about her and why, just why I can’t let her escape me. Why I can’t clear her memory, some say it was love others would say it was just the best time of my life, but while I’m talking inside my mind and none of you lot can hear this. It’s because she is the one and only woman I have ever allowed to kick my ass. I trusted her, I devoted myself to her, I let the silky soft touch of her skin, the sunlight from her hair and the ice from her eyes bury deep inside me. For what? For her to become the one, that one girl that got away that one girl I had to give up.

Soft whimpers could be heard from the female, that Derek just shut out he wasn’t interested on making Sophia feel like he had made her feel.

 That’s right, all this torment all this frustration, is due to my own two hands. Walking away from Lovisa was the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life, but seeing the concern the warmth, the need in her eyes was enough to make me sick. It was off putting, she was after the one thing, the only emotion I could never give a girl, love. I had turned the cold hearted bitch into a flirty soft school girl, who was admit on making my needs number one. I’m an idiot right for letting her slip away? I disagree watching her walk from my life was the best thing I could have done, for the years to follow would have brought nothing but sadness to those eyes. Those clear blue eyes that screamed everything from the sweetest innocence to the dirtiest of take me stares.

A slight grunt left his tightly pressed lips from the thought of Lovisa alone, Derek brought his left hand up and partly covered his forehead and his eyes, rubbing the tension from his head.

 How could I let the one girl who has ever loved me for who I am to stand back and watch the monster, the blood fuelled creature I had allowed myself to become. She wouldn’t understand the bruises, she wouldn’t understand the need I had to fight. She told me she would, but let’s be honest how many times could you look into a woman’s eyes as she tending to your open wounds and honestly think to yourself that she isn’t being affected?

Looking up at the ceiling Derek watched the fan circle above him, almost unfazed by what was being done to him.

 Since that time, the time apart from her and since never seeing her again I have grown I have changed but never attempted contact. I know I could track her down if I wanted to, but what would be the point? Just to watch the pain taint those beautiful eyes once more. I’m not that creature that I was who was blood thirsty, who would stop at nothing to have someone battered and bruised but now I’m being told that if I want to reach for the moon in Sin City Wrestling that I have to dig into my past. I know my Brother wasn’t implying that I become the soulless Viking I once was, I know that he just meant to show the people of Sin City Wrestling another side of me, a side that so many in this company brag about owning but when it comes to show and tell, they come out empty handed.

As the fan continued to circle above him he slowed it down in his mind picturing the sense of watching each blade whirl around in slow motion.

 I used to just get angry with such ease I used to wake up angry and went to bed fucking livid regardless of what happened during the day or during the night. Only a mixture of hate, greed and envy flowed through these veins but now she is my key, she is my detonator the thought of her is enough to drive me to wrap my hands around my own throat and choke the life out of myself. Letting her go was the best disaster, and the single worst thing I have ever done. Don’t believe me when I say I have done a lot of bad things in my time growing up? Just ask Spike he will tell you the stories, the legends and then follow it up with the cold hard facts.

Derek’s toe slightly twitched as Sophia continued to be accommodating to the traveling Swede. Gritting his teeth slightly a huff of air exhaled from his nostrils and he body was lining with beads of sweat.

 I guess it’s time I finish this up, to give the girl who is currently trying her hardest to win me over a fair go. Tripping back in my mind, letting her voice, her eyes, her skin, her lips invade my personal space is all I need to get the drive for my anger, the anger that I need to topple Nick Jones with. Just know my sweetheart it is not you who I am angry with, it is me. I do not ask for people to feel sorry for me, or for people to understand, just know that letting you go was the one thing in my life I regret the most. For that pain I caused you burns deep inside me, for the life I threw away with you to satisfy my own selfish needs will always burden me and render me heartless for any other bird that looks my way.

Sophia picked up the pace, getting Derek to apply a bit more pressure on the back of her head, holding onto the ball of her hair in his hand like a vice.

 Of course that doesn’t mean that I’ll stop sampling the women around the world on my journey to eternal happiness…

That’s where the scene dies away, because I’m sure you all don’t want to read what happens next. I think that’s pretty self-explanatory.

+++ Friday

Once again we open up in the lovely Bogota Colombia in a dark back street. The sunset was almost fully completed for today as it just gripped onto the horizon. The sound of footsteps could heard on the uneven bricked and stone road, even tho there was no fight left in the day the pigeons that Colombia is notorious for harvesting lined the street, wandering around pecking desperately at the cracks in the street in search for food. Stepping into the view of the camera Derek was seen, a cigarette hung loose from his lips as he brought his right hand that housed the lighter in it to light it, covering it from the wind with his left hand. Sucking back the first drag on the glorified cancer stick Derek, pinched it between his lips to one side, before releasing the toxic smoke from the other. Each side of the street was lined with uneven buildings of different shapes and sizes, nothing in this part of town was alike. It was like the parts of the city the travel magazine would never allow you to see. Dropping the lighter into his long black track suit pants Derek looked up effortless towards the camera. Donning a plain white t-shirt and a pair of black glasses over his eyes the Swede seemed to be collected and comfortable.

 Derek: “Welcome to my side of Bogota Colombia”

Pulling the cigarette out of his mouth Derek smirked at the camera.

 Derek: “Forgive me I forgot that it was rude to talk with your mouth full”

Showing a slight comedic side the Swede ran his free left hand through his hair.

 Derek: “It has been brought to my attention that some people don’t like the style I cut my shit, they don’t understand why when I can talk perfectly good English that I would “hide” behind Swedish. For starters I do not hide behind anything, secondly, I love to confuse the fuck out of you and thirdly I’m at my best when I speak in my native tongue… if you don’t like it? Change the fucking channel it’s that simple.”

Taking a long drag on his cigarette Derek looked around blowing the smoke out directly towards the camera.

 Derek: “So for all of those who don’t enjoy, or don’t have the time to absorb my words I have taken it upon myself to have subtitles scroll across the screen for your up most convenience. If that’s not good enough then well simply”

Flipping the camera the bird, Derek winks and takes another drag on his lit cigarette, this time blowing the smoke up into the air. Putting his middle finger away Derek turned back towards the camera man smirking.

 Derek: “So for the consideration for the apostles who deem change to risky, this is where things turn back to normal… Preach all you like but you’re trivial complaints will fall on deaf ears. Time to cut this back to its roots, Gentleman I hope you can keep up and ladies...”

Derek didn’t have to say anything he just winked towards the camera, showing a rare confidence. Putting the cigarette to his lips once more Derek finished it off before spilling the smoke from his lips. Crushing the lit cigarette butt between his fingers he put the spark out before placing the now extinguished cigarette in his back pocket – because littering is bad.

 Derek: “Denna vecka Sin City Brottning ger dig de trogna fans dess veckovisa show Climax Control från Bogota den största delen av Colombia. Men tro mig det är inte ens den största frågan om söndag kväll, verkar det som jag har snubblat på väg "Bästa någonsin" i Nick Jones och hans tirad att försöka bevisa att han kunde köra igenom detta roster med lätthet. Detta naturligtvis har visat sant, hittills ... fram till helgen. Jag säger inte att jag kommer att slå Nick Jones eftersom det är långt ifrån lätt, jag säger bara att jag tänker på att ge den ständigt så säker tidigare Sin City Brottning heavyweightmästare en anständig körning för sina pengar. Varför? Eftersom det har bett mig att visa mina sanna färger, för att visa min sanna styrka och jag planerar att göra detta, den här helgen på Climax Control. Det är dags att öka min sak, är det dags att välja sida och hålla fast vid det, är det dags att visa massorna att jag inte bara poolen pojken som Spike tog in för att hjälpa städa upp röran som alla gjorde anspråk NXT till vara. Det är dags att visa eliten, att jag är redo"

["This week Sin City Wrestling brings you, the loyal fans its weekly show Climax Control from Bogota the biggest part of Colombia. But trust me this isn’t even the biggest issue about Sunday night, it appears that I have stumbled upon the path of the “Best ever” in Nick Jones and his tirade of trying to prove that he could run through this roster with ease. This of course has been proven true, up until now… up until this weekend. I’m not saying that I’m going to beat Nick Jones because that is far from easy, I’m just saying that I plan on giving the ever so confident former Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight champion a decent run for his money. Why? Because it has been asked of me to show my true colours, to show my true strength and I plan on doing this, this weekend at Climax Control. It’s time to step up my Cause, it’s time to pick a side and stick with it, it’s time to show the masses that I’m not just the pool boy that Spike brought in to help clean up the mess that everyone was claiming NXT to be. It’s time to show the elite, that I’m ready.”]

Rolling his head on his neck Derek looks around, stuffing his hands into his loose fitting track suit pants he smirked towards the camera.

 Derek: "Nick, jag har ingenting emot dig, inte heller jag verkligen bryr sig om vem du är eller vad du står för. Visst du på din tid som detta företag och leda den med sådan kraft, med en sådan dominans som kommer att ta månader att matcha, eller erövra men vet detta ... Det spelar ingen roll vad du har gjort, vad du har åstadkommit. För mig är du bara ytterligare en av de där killarna som har linje sig med en billig affär ränta slogan. Du gillar den andra 75 procent av Sin City Brottning anspråk på att vara den "bästa". Riddle mig om alla som påstår sig vara det bästa vad är det för mening med att sträva efter en sådan förhärligad en titel? Vad är poängen med att vilja vara bäst när varje pojke med en puls hävdar att han har blod störst går genom deras ådror? Jag vill inte slå dig Nick att bli bäst, jag vill inte slå dig eftersom jag har en punkt att bevisa mot dig ... Jag behöver bara slå dig för den ultimata show av att vilja öka till plattan och slutligen förverkliga en dröm som andra har haft för mig eftersom de hade lagt ögonen på mig. Tror du mig inte? Fråga din kompis Mark Ward, han vill se någon med till exempel mig steg upp och leda företaget in i nästa generation, en generation där du gått"

[“Nick, I do not have anything against you, nor do I really care for who you are or what you stand for. Sure you in your time carried this company and lead it with such force, with such a dominance that will take months to match, or conquer but know this… It doesn’t matter what you have done, what you have accomplished. To me you’re just another one of those guys who has aligned himself with a cheap bargain rate slogan. You like the other seventy five per cent of Sin City Wrestling claim to be the “best.” Riddle me this if everyone is claiming to be the best then what is the point of even striving for such a glorified title? What is the point of wanting to be the best when every boy with a pulse is claiming he has the blood of the greatest running through their veins? I don’t want to beat you Nick to become the best, I don’t want to beat you because I have a point to prove against you… I just need to beat you for the ultimate show of wanting to step up to plate and finally, realizing a dream that others have had for me since they had laid eyes on me. Don’t believe me? Ask your buddy Mark Ward, he wants to see someone with the likes of me step up and lead this company into the next generation, a generation where you’re expired.”]

Puffing out a mouthful of air Derek, brought his glasses up off his face resting them on top of his messy hair.

 Derek: "Skjut inte budbäraren Nick."

[“Don’t shoot the messenger Nick.”]

Running his hand along his jaw line, Derek scratched at his two day old stumble.

 Derek: "Jag säger inte att denna match på Climax kontroll kommer att bli en fackla passerar ögonblick, men bli inte förvånad om jag bara slita det från dina händer och ta den. Det är dags att störta barrikaderna som hindrar min framtid i SCW är det dags att ta upp ett hack. Jag kommer inte längre bara vara den lilla pojken som står bredvid sin bror Spike stöd jag kommer inte längre att vara smutsig svensken som bara står tillbaka i skuggorna. Det är dags att ta det som är mitt, är det dags att sträva efter något lite högre och om det innebär att jag har går först gå genom dig, den förmodade kung av djungeln, jag kommer inte sluta förrän den knepig är gjort, och när jag är färdig kommer jag att samla större lön check i slutet av natten. "

[“I’m not saying that this match at Climax Control will be a torch passing moment but don’t be surprised if I just rip it from your hands and take it. It’s time to topple the barricades that hinder my future in SCW it’s time to take this up a notch. I will no longer just be the little boy who stands beside his Brother Spike for support I will no longer be the dirty Swede who just stands back in the shadows. It’s time to take what is mine, it’s time to aim for something a little higher and if that means that I have go first go through you, the supposed King of the jungle, I will not stop until that chore is done, and when I’m finished I’ll be collecting the bigger pay cheque at the end of the night.”]

The cameraman panned into Derek’s cold face, focusing on his eyes.

 Derek: "Striden linjer har dragits i Sin City Brottning, med allt detta gott och ont skulle det vara otroligt dumt av mig om en kille som har talat om en ful kraft som berodde på läcka in Sin City Brottning, inte inblandade. För att bevisa mitt värde jag måste ta bort kronan från ovanpå Nick huvud, inget personligt mot dig Mr Jones, för jag vet att du skulle göra detsamma om skon var på den andra foten. "

[“The battle lines have been drawn in Sin City Wrestling, with all this Good versus Evil it would be incredibly stupid of me if the one guy who has been speaking of an ugly force that was due to leak into Sin City Wrestling, wasn’t involved. To prove my worth I must remove the crown from on top of Nick’s head, nothing personal against you Mr Jones, for I know that you would do the same if the shoe was on the other foot.”]

Grabbing onto the camera lens Derek brought it up to his face, looking down it the Swede laughed.

 Derek: "Denna vecka på Climax kontroll Nick, du vara orsaken och effekten av min uppgång i Sin City Brottning, att störta en jätte som du skulle sätta mig på stegen. Det var oklart för mig först på hur högt jag ville gå, men med konstant Jabber om vem som är bäst, som är kungen, som är Gud wrestling ... det har blivit uppenbart för mig ... att kanske bara kanske. .. en normal kille skulle försöka ta tyglarna och leda denna verksamhet till en ny fel sanningsenlighet, inte störtflod av lögner som vi tvingas lyssna på vecka ut och vecka ut från headliners. Det är dags att sanningen att min bror talar, backas upp av en kraft som inte ens jag vet djupt det går eller hur långt jag kommer att gå. Låt oss bara säga jag har drivit, men aldrig till den grad att bryta. "

[“This week at Climax Control Nick, you will be the Cause and the effect of my rise in Sin City Wrestling, to topple a giant like you would put me on the ladder. It was unclear to me at first on how high I wanted to go, but with the constant jabber about who is the best, who is the King, who is the God of Professional Wrestling… it’s become apparent to me… that maybe just maybe... a normal guy should try and take the reins and lead this business into a new error of truthfulness, not the barrage of lies that we are forced to listen to week in and week out from the headliners. It’s time that the truth that my brother speaks, be backed up by a force that not even I know deep it runs or how far I will go. Let’s just say I’ve been pushed, but never to the point of breaking.”]

Swiping the camera away from his face Derek let out another gruff laugh.

 Derek: "Det är dags att släppa loss orsaken, denna vecka Nick du blir nästa kapitel, du orsaken till min motivation vet att tanken på att behöva öka mot dig, var anledningen till att jag ville nå för toppen, jag ska vara säker på att tacka dig när jag gör det där. "

[“It’s time to unleash The Cause, this week Nick you become the next chapter, you’re The Cause of my motivation know the fact that thought of having to step up against you, were the reason why I wanted to reach for the top, I’ll be sure to thank you when I make it there.”]

Walking off the Swede dipped his hands into his pockets pulling out another cigarette lighting it on his way out of the cameras view.