OOC: Sorry guys will have errors was rushed and I didn’t have time to add in the Swedish translations =(, once again I have been asked to work on my holidays… I have to do a double tonight then handle crisis care on Friday before passing out on Saturday and starting holidays on Sunday… So it’s not as good as I would have liked and Sorry Maggie that it mainly focused on Rage, I started working on that on Tuesday and sorry Brother Grimm, I hope we can all meet again, you're both tough cookies to go up against. Please forgive me
I’ve always been told in my life, never celebrate too early. Never start a party when a party isn’t needed. Last week at Climax Control I did what I wanted to do; I took a giant leap out of my comfort zone, did it pay off? Physically yes, mentally yes but has it all sunk in? A win is just another inch taken from my life, a win is just another step closer to our impending end. Don’t think for one moment that a match is just simply a match. One match no matter how big or small it is takes a toll on your body. Forgive me our bodies. Am I saying that Nick Jones beat me within an inch of my life? Negative. What I’m trying to say is that the more I’m dedicated to give this company my all the more it will reap from my fingertips and contradictory of the rumours, I’m really not a giving person. I would prefer to take, so take the victors and the spoils, I think I will.
Last week was a David and goliath moment for me, well for me in Sin City Wrestling anyways. I needed to beat the “top dog” in order to show a forthcoming change that this company needs. But throughout my life I’ve learnt that with every victory there is a dark shadow that surrounds it, take this for example me the unknown mysterious man from Sweden takes down and defeats the best of the best that Sin City Wrestling has to offer. How long did you think it took before the voices, the chit chat and the arguments between fans and “haters” began? It happened in an instant. I can’t blame them tho it was only just a matter of time before the speculation begun, it was only a matter of time before the SCW fans started to question me. Was this a fluke? It had to be a fluke right? How else would a “mid-carder” beat a main eventer?
The doubt that surrounds my decision to rise above the forest floor has amused me but like I said last week that the results of this match would either be my degradation or my germination. I guess it’s safe to say that the spot light has been good to me so far, it’s been the perfect light in my world consumed and drowned by greed, hate and envy. So now inmates of the Sin City Asylum I welcome you to stand back and watch the evolution of Derek Thorne, I invite you to come witness the guy who once just hid behind the job of protection, now take the reins. Watch me bypass the Understory layer, the Canopy Level and reach for the Emergent layer. If you’re an educated individual you will know what I’m talking about.
Last week was just the beginning because now I have the taste, the bitter taste of victory. What can I do next? What will I do next? Toppling a former Roulette Champion and a two time Heavyweight champion in a short period has opened my eyes I need to beat them all, I will beat them all eventually and then I will go back and revisit the one, the only one that I will allow to get away from me. You call him Mister Self-help, you are evoked and pulled in by his childish ways, I don’t have anything against this man well boy personally, so hold your horses Synn, I’m just stating that his win over me, is unsettling for me.
There are only a select few people in this world that knows what I can do, as for the others? They’re somewhat misguided and driven by the perception of myself I have been willing to show. Never let them see all of your tricks in one sitting, never let the audience know about your life story from day dot, because they will take you in, love you for a period then inhale you, chew you up and spit you out. The audience we work for, the fans we crave for are nothing more than just an added facet that helps speeds up the process of our expiry, the more they want the more we give. The moment they no longer have a desire to see you, is the moment you become irrelevant. Listen to words carefully before you judge them, I am not stating that I hate the fans I’m just giving you the people an insight of what they’re doing to us. Week in and week out we fight and it ultimately doesn’t matter who we are facing in the ring because the real mind fuck? are the fans. You put one hair out of line, you’re finished.
Speaking of mind fucks, this leads me to my competition this week. Not only do I have one man to focus on by I have a living breathing nightmare as well. Rage, well I can find out a whole world full of knowledge about him, without even having to dig but Brother Grimm? What an odd mixture of fairy-tale and horror regardless of the gimmick, or the lifestyle these two have choose to bestow upon their selves it’s all for nothing this week. I do not fear the “loose cannon” known as the trivial Rage. Rage? Ha, there will be a lot more said about that later don’t you worry your bald head over it. As for Brother Grimm, I’ve never been afraid of the dark, never had a fear of the unknown, so let the games begin my dear friend, let’s see what you can do to topple me.
Don’t see my words as cockiness because trust me I still have my own doubts about what I’m doing. I guess the luckiest thing for me is that I’m more of a fight now, think about the repercussions later type of guy. It has never been my intention to come off as one of those others that walk around the place thinking that I own it, because trust me you wouldn’t want me to own Sin City Wrestling, it’s safer for every bodies health that I don’t. I may not be self-obsessed like the others but that doesn’t mean I’m not confident. Come this Sunday, you’ll see that.
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An Aussie, a Swede and two Englishmen walk into a bar…
Opening up in a dark bar in Bogota Colombia, it was just a few small hours after the show. All of the Sin City Wrestling Superstars had poured into the streets of Bogota and a number of them, if not all of them had brought themselves here. Sitting at the counter we find Derek Thorne undisturbed, with only a bottle of beer in his right hand while his left hand was set out on peeling the label from its body. Lifting it to his lips, he was just about to take a swing before a familiar Australian accent tore away his attention.
Odette: Derek!
Dropping the bottle of beer back down to the counter Derek spun just slightly on his chair, not opening up his body language for Odette. You see Derek liked Odette, but if there was one thing he had learnt, was that this bird was off limits and he really didn’t want his face painted. Odette placed her right hand on his shoulder and smiled down towards him.
Odette: See I told you, that you could beat Nick Jones… Congratulations Mate.
Derek snorted back laughter as the word Mate rolled out of his friend’s mouth she was every sense of the word Australian. Nodding his head at her, Derek just smiled before lifting his drink back up to his lips. Taking back the golden brown liquid, dropping the glass bottle from his lips Derek finally turned towards his stable mate.
Derek: You’re faith in me astounds me, let alone you’re want to help me.
Wrapping her arms around her waist Odette, sucked in her bottom lip, Derek on the other hand was watching Gabriel across the room who was keeping a very close on Odette and his interaction.
Odette: What can I say? I might not know you very well Derek, but it wasn’t that long ago when I was in your shoes.
Derek let out another laugh almost mocking in tone.
Odette: You know what I meant you dweeb. You’re still the new kid on the block, the “foreign” new kid to be precise, I’ve been there.
Waving his free left hand towards her, Derek smiled a true smile.
Derek: You don’t have to worry about me, I’ll be fine… but what you do have to worry about is that boyfriend of yours who is walking over here at a rapid fire pace.
Odette: Oh please, I don’t have to worry about Gabriel, nor does he have to worry about me, we’re…
Derek: In love?
His words almost turned to ice, as Gabriel made his ways beside Odette. The Australian turned to her boyfriend wrapping her arms around his midsection, while Gabriel draped his left arm over her shoulders.
Derek: Gabriel
The Swede nodded towards Gabriel extending his hand for a handshake.
Gabriel: Derek
In reply the Englishman shook his hand and then looked down towards his girlfriend. Who was looking at Gabriel, then at Derek only to look straight back at Gabriel.
Odette: You two amuse me, what did I just step back in time or something? So formal.
Derek: Did you expect us to hug?
Laughing towards Odette in a friendly manner Derek brought the bottle to his lips once more.
Gabriel: It’s a respect thing baby.
Odette playfully rolled her eyes at the two, getting up from his seat the Swede looked around before turning back towards Gabriel and Odette.
Derek: So you two are off to Canada I hear?
Smooth great conversation starter Derek.
Gabriel: Yep, have to defend the tag titles there and thought that Odette would like to join.
Odette: Sorry I won’t be there to see you fight next week Derek, You and Jessie will basically be the faces of NXT on Sunday.
Turning the side of his mouth upwards Derek smirked, placing his now empty beer bottle on the counter he motioned for another one, getting Gabriel one as well.
Derek: Your girl stresses too much.
Watching as Gabriel squeezed Odette in his arms Derek shook his head. Although he wasn’t a relationship type guy anymore, he still couldn’t deny a true love when he spotted it. Derek went to open his mouth to say something but a loud “YEEEEEAAAAAH” could be heard well over the music.
Odette: BRANDI!!!
Without another word Odette left a kiss on Gabriel’s lips and waved at Derek before running off in search of one of her best friends. Taking a seat Gabriel who had his new drink pulled out his phone from his pocket showing it to Derek, looking down at the phone Derek sniggered.
Derek: That’s the one?
Gabriel: Yep, carry it with me at all times.
Turning Derek sat back down and huddled over a bit closer to Gabriel, to shield the phone.
Derek: and you haven’t asked her yet?
Gabriel: about that…
Derek watched as a smiled crossed the Englishman’s face, lowering his eyes he sighed.
Derek: Spit it out.
Gabriel quickly typed away at the keypad on his phone and then held it back up for Derek to read. Scrolling his eyes across the screen Derek almost spat out his beer.
Derek: let me guess you want to know how to say it in Swedish?
Watching as Gabriel nodded, Derek sighed another long winded sigh. Grabbing the phone from Gabriel’s hand the Swede started smashing away at the touch screen. Derek had never been really technology savvy he owns a phone by rarely uses it, he liked to be un-contactable but he still knew how to work them. Sliding the phone across the counter Derek pushed it underneath Gabriel’s nose before lifting his drink to his lips.
Derek: I’m not saying it, those words will never leave my lips, but I know you know some Swedish… so you’ll figure it out.
Gabriel read the words carefully and mouthed them out, Derek helped out with two random sounds before the Sin of Greed got the sentence out in one hit. Patting Gabriel on the shoulder Derek smiled.
Derek: almost just say it one more time.
Gabriel muttered the words so that no one else could hear them, when he finished Derek laughed.
Derek: Look man, I’m flattered and all but I’m going to have to decline.
Patting Gabriel’s right shoulder three more times, Gabriel shrugged his hand off of him.
Gabriel: Real funny.
As the two sat and talked for a bit they turned around and looked out into the sea of wrestling fans, wrestlers, bombshells and just party goers. The pair of them watched on sickened by the display of the circus that was in front of them. Derek turned to Gabriel and with a brazen look on his face the Swede nudged him.
Derek: So what’s the deal with Odette, does she always help out strangers?
Derek could tell that Gabriel’s eyes were scanning the room for his girlfriend worried that Derek was referring to something that he had just witnessed. Watching a relieved smile crossed Gabriel’s face as he found his girlfriend and Brandi in the middle of a sea of wrestling fans taking happy snaps the magician lifted his elbows and rested them on the counter behind him. While Derek sucked back some more beer.
Gabriel: What can I say; I got the last decent girl out there.
Smiling away towards Odette Gabriel was watching as the girls had now started to take selfies. Derek dropped the empty bottle to his side and smirked.
Derek: You know I do think you’re an idiot tho right? Love is a temporary thing… pain, now that son of a bitch lasts forever.
Gabriel: That’s your opinion; Odette’s a good girl I don’t think I’ll have to worry about her breaking my heart or anything.
Derek: I wasn’t talking about Odette hurting you.
Looking down at the shorter Gabriel, Derek stood up straightening his spine with a quick stretch, while Gabriel looked at Derek annoyed.
Gabriel: If you implying that I would ever hurt her you’re mistaken.
Turning to look Gabriel directly in his eyes Derek’s smile had shifted to nothing, just a blank serious look was on his face now.
Derek: It’s easy to say, Gabriel harder to do… trust me you’re a lad who has money, fame and girls chasing you all the time, you’re honestly telling me you’ll never be tempted by the lifestyle you used to live?
Gabriel: I guarantee it.
The sin of greed Gabriel stood up tall and placed his empty glass on the bench.
Gabriel: Well I would like to say that this has been fun, but…
Derek’s thick Swedish accent cut him off.
Derek: I’m not trying to step on your toes, Gabriel… I’m just concerned for a friend, you see while you two were playing soap operas, a-lot of people were willing to dump her, discard her and were willing to trash her. Even tho you and her were sneaking around, you didn’t have to witness the truthfulness behind her tears.
Gabriel: Do you honestly think I don’t know what she went through? Why do you even care about any of this, I didn’t exactly see you coming to her defences…
Shaking his head towards Gabriel Derek clicked his tongue off his white teeth sighing.
Derek: Because Odette told me not too, she told us all to stay out of it… do you know how hard it was for Spike to stand back and only take selected jabs at you, when he knew she wasn’t watching? Do you know how hard it was for all of us to stand back and watch your best buddy rip her to shreds? You’re right I shouldn’t care and you’re right this is none of my business but Gabriel your life partner over there.
The Swede waved his hand flicking his index finger up across the dance floor to briefly point at Odette before dropping his hand back to his side.
Derek: Has been willing to stick by me and help me out during my time in Sin City Wrestling, while everyone was calling me the ring in, the leech of my Brother Spike, Odette was always there to try and give me encouraging words that I didn’t really need or deserve, so from her actions I call her a friend.
Gabriel: Like I said Odette always seems to help the strays.
Derek laughed loudly and shook his head, before nudging Gabriel in a friendly matter.
Derek: I like you, for some reason... God knows why, I don’t really seem to tolerate many people.
Gabriel: Lucky me.
Gabriel’s tone seemed friendly but he was of course weary of Derek, after all he had just spent a few good minutes “schooling” him about this girlfriend. Extending his hand out Derek offered Gabriel another hand shake.
Derek: Well, I better let you get back to it.
Tilting his head in the direction of the dance floor Gabriel’s followed Derek’s head and looked over to see Odette calling him over. Gabriel let out a slight sigh before taking Derek up on the handshake.
Derek: What you don’t like dancing?
As the two pulled away Gabriel chuffed back a laugh, as Derek was almost taunting him with his tone.
Gabriel: I’ve got two left feet and one of those doesn’t work too well.
Derek: The joys of being a boyfriend I assume.
Raising an eyebrow the Swede couldn’t help but noticed Gabriel was stalling from joining Odette on the dance floor.
Gabriel: it would be the only downfall.
Another laugh escaped Derek’s lips as he mocked Gabriel.
Derek: the only one? So you love finding strands of Odette’s hair all over the house? Hair clips everywhere? Sixteen million tons of beauty crap, when she only uses seven of them? You’re a stronger man then I am Gabriel… to put up with that girlfriend shit.
Almost shuddering at the thought of it Gabriel just shrugged, he obviously didn’t mind or just didn’t want to say anything. Gabriel pushed himself off and was about to walk away but Derek’s see saw like tone stopped him.
Derek: Oh and before I forget Gabriel, you and I should meet in the ring one day? When you get your schedule figured out, you know where to find me.
Gabriel just nodded his head before disappearing onto the dance floor. As Derek was about to turn around and head back to the bar and order another drink a loud booming voice caught his attention. The accent was thick English accent, similar to Gabriel’s accent but it was a lot laid back. Turning to face the direction the voice was coming from Derek perched himself back up on his stool.
HS Mark Ward: Two drinks please, of whatever this guy is drinking.
The barmaid turned around and collected two drinks before placing them onto the bar top. Derek looked up and winked at her causing the young lady to blush. Mark was just about to hand over a hand full of change before the barmaid spoke.
Barmaid: There on the house.
Turning on her heels she walked three steps away before skipping off squealing to her co-worker. Jumping up and down the spot the female turned back around and waved to Derek who just half heartily waved back, before turning to look at Mark.
HS Mark Ward: You’re kidding me right?
Derek: Shush, I’m working here.
They both let out a chuckle before taking a drink of their beers. Derek brought his bottle down first and started to peel the label from the bottle.
HS Mark Ward: What’s this I’m hearing about you telling Gabriel you would like to face him? Since when did you call the shots and make the matches?
Mark took a seat beside Derek, scooting into rest his elbows on the hard wood bench top.
Derek: News travels fast, I see.
HS Mark Ward: Actually I just over heard it, got a lot of guts to challenge that man.
Sighing Derek raised his right eyebrow at Mark before lowering his head to look at the bench top.
HS Mark Ward: I thought you would be celebrating by now? You know with a bird under ya arm. You did the near impossible tonight, beating Nick Jones isn’t an easy achievement let alone making him tap out.
A small smirk crossed his face as he continued to peel the label from the glass.
Derek: You under estimate me Mark, the night is only young… the girls that are here are the weaker pickings… you need to sort out the duchesses to the empresses.
HS Mark Ward: Are you talking star wars rubbish?
Derek: Negative.
Peeling the sticker from the bottle Derek rolled it up into a little ball between his fingers before flicking it across the bar, letting it fall to the floor behind the counter. He could sense that Mark was watching him, analysing him for someone so silently confident, for notorious for sleeping around he acted in a calm almost no existent level. Looking up at Mark, Derek could tell that he wanted to say something, but was trying to figure it out in his mind.
Derek: Spit it out Mark, I don’t got all night.
HS Mark Ward: You made the right choice tonight.
Derek: Did I?
Giving off an edge of sarcastic amusement Derek sucked in his bottom lip.
HS Mark Ward: You did, I guarantee that Team SCW won’t let you down.
Derek: I’m sure it won’t.
HS Mark Ward: Seriously Christian and I will look after our members and will give credit when credit is due. I will admit I was a little bit worried there when I heard you were talking to Erik.
That was the wrong time to take a drink as Derek almost drowned in his beer, turning to look sharply at Mark his words bite into the conversation like teeth into an apple.
Derek: That mother fucker will never have my support.
Mark could see that there was a history there, one that was dying to be told but would live freely locked up.
HS Mark Ward: Well I’m glad, because we need your support and I know for a fact you will stop at nothing once you have set a target, or a goal.
Derek: Been digging into my past have we Mr Ward?
Mark didn’t say anything at first he just knocked back another mouthful of his drink before looking across at Derek.
HS Mark Ward: Well to be honest, Christian and I have tried, but we are coming up with empty graves.
Derek: and empty they will remain
HS Mark Ward: So you’re telling me that there is nothing we will find out about you?
Amused by Mark’s question Derek just smiled with his lip curled to the side.
Derek: When a man walks the earth and leaves no foot prints only then is he free.
HS Mark Ward: Or dead…
Derek: Do I look dead to you?
HS Mark Ward: Well you do look a bit pasty…
Smirking the Swede just shrugged his shoulders soaking in the ambience of the night he was having.
Derek: I believe that question was rhetorical.
HS Mark Ward: My bad.
Laughing Mark and Derek sat in silence for a bit before Derek finally broke it.
Derek: Shouldn’t you be gathering a force? I see the enemy is drawing more and more numbers, while we’re standing still.
HS Mark Ward: Let Erik think that he is growing more and more each day with power, Christian and I have a few aces up our sleeves.
Derek: Not that the numbers matter, Spike and I have defended off more.
HS Mark Ward: What’s the deal with you and Spike anyways?
Derek: He is my Brother
HS Mark Ward: Trust me I know Spikes Brothers and you do not fit the bill.
Running his left hand through his hair Derek smirked, it was true he was nothing like the Staggs brothers but that’s because he was a different type of brother one that is built from a history of memories.
Derek: How is this interrogation going for you?
HS Mark Ward: No as well as I had hoped.
Derek: Then stop asking questions and just drink…
Mark nodded as if to say “you don’t have to tell me twice” and he caught the attention of the barmaid once more holding up four finger this time, ordering a double for both himself and Derek. As the drinks were collected the young girl from behind did the same routine as before letting the guys have them for free before running off. Turning to Mark once again Derek lowered his eyes his cool yet confident smile on his face.
Derek: I will admit Mark you have a strange way of saying thank you.
HS Mark Ward: I don’t believe I have said it?
Derek: My point exactly… yet you have tipped toed around it since you sat down, mind boggling.
Mark cracked up laughing at hearing Derek’s thick accent say “Mind Boggling.”
HS Mark Ward: What the hell did you just say?
Mark’s laughter faded away as Derek wasn’t laughing in fact he was sitting there peacefully, but staring a whole through his bosses’ chest. Lifting the glass to his lips once more Mark took a decent swig before clunking it against the bench top in front of him. looking back over towards Derek he just shrugged.
HS Mark Ward: Well if I have learnt one thing tonight, you don’t like having you accent mocked.
Derek: Mock me all you like about my tone Mark, it will take a lot more than a joke about my accent to offend me.
Looking down at his watch Derek spun around on the stool and looked out into the sea of people, it had slowly died down a little with only a few bunches of people scattered around here and there. The music was still thumping, pumping out the latest pop and RNB tunes. Turning back towards Mark with a confident smirk on his face he tapped his bosses’ shoulder.
Derek: See what I mean? Only the true party girls stay behind.
HS Mark Ward: You mean the drunkest?
Snorting Derek looked back out into the crowd.
Derek: I don’t see a drunk bird in this place.
Turning on his own chair Mark looked into the dance floor, finding that what Derek has just said was pretty much bang on the truth.
HS Mark Ward: This place is weird.
Derek: These Colombian’s know how to hold their liquor.
Scanning the floor with his eyes Derek was looking out for women, pointing out a good looking one to Mark.
Derek: Her.
Mark looked over towards the girl, who looked as if she was in her early twenties. She had mid-length brown almost black hair that sat perfectly on her shoulders. Her body was covered, or should we say barely covered by a tight mid length halter-neck dress. Her body was swaying to the musical while her friends were huddled around her, screaming to each other trying to be heard over the music. While Mark was looking at her, Derek was scouting for another potential night wife, you know in case that one that went south. Tapping Mark on the shoulder once more Derek smirked, pointing to the other side of the dance floor at a blonde.
Derek: Or her…
Picking them out like it was game Derek rested his elbows back onto the bar as Mark and himself studied the latest pick of the bunch. The blonde’s hair was out and curled up the max, she was wearing a tight pair of apple bottom jeans with a mid-drift exposing yellow shirt. Sweat glistered from her body from the way she was working the dance floor. Mark turned to Derek and laughed.
HS Mark Ward: I bet you $500 that you can’t get them both.
Derek: Make it a grand… double or nothing.
HS Mark Ward: Double or nothing rules are played for twins only, I know this game very well Derek.
Turning with a stupid smile on his face, Derek looked Mark up and down in disgust before extending his right hand.
Derek: You’re on.
HS Mark Ward: You know it’s going to take a miracle to pull them both right?
Derek: Hey, like you said before… I beat the impossible at Climax Control, so this should be a walk in the park right Mark?
HS Mark Ward: Don’t even bother I know for a fact I’m keeping my money
Derek: Well this has been fun Mark, but I have two girls that are in desperate need of some attention.
Mark just shook his head from side to side as Derek took off with his untouched drink in his hand. Darting off across the dance floor he headed towards his first marker, the brunette. As he approached her Derek looked back over his shoulder towards Mark with a smirk on his face. Rubbing his index finger and thumb together Derek motioned that Mark better get ready to pay up. Rolling his eyes the Englishman was joined by Thatcher and Trevor Irons, who Mark was quick to fill in on the bet so all three of them sat there watching on. I guess this leaves you wondering did the Swede live up to his reputation or did he have to pay Mark Ward $500? Tune in next time on… wait… sorry just keep reading.
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The brunette…
Approaching the Brunette Derek didn’t waste any time standing back, he just slide right into her friends dance circle. Standing beside her, he looked down at her figure eyeing her up and down as slowly as he could but without being court. Looking back up to her face he noticed that she was blushing, tucking a piece of her short hair behind her right ear she sucked in her bottom lip. Her friends had noticed that she had company and some had naturally taken interest, for protection sake while the others had moved over a touch to let her speak with him in private. Not saying a word at first Derek just flashed her a approving smile, licking her lips she parted them letting her thick Colombian accent be heard.
Girl One: Can I help you?
Derek didn’t say a word just yet he was scouting her still, working out his method to this madness.
Girl One: You’re not from around here are you?
Bingo! Game Set Match.
Derek: What ever gave you that idea?
Girl One: For starters, if you were a local I’d remember your face and secondly that accent, where is it from?
Rolling his tongue over his bottom teeth Derek smiled.
Derek: Sweden.
Girl One: OH MY GOD, Sweden, I would love to go to Sweden.
Oh you’ll be going to Sweden soon enough. Derek just flashed her, his confident smile before lowering his head down to her ear level, whispering sweet nothings into it. As Derek revealed his plan to her, her eyes grew wide. Pressing his hand gently on her shoulder blade Derek hugged her in tighter so she could hear. Mark, Thatcher and Trevor could just see her face over Derek’s shoulder and were watching intently as the brunette pushed Derek away appalled.
Girl One: No way, I’m not one of those girls.
Ducking back into her ear Derek continued to whisper into her ear, convincing her to change her mind. Pulling back away from her slowly, Derek gave her a little wink.
Derek: Come on, it will be fun…
Girl One: Well I guess I’ve never done anything like this before…
Derek: Me either…
Ummm did Derek just lie? Well I guess he didn’t really I mean he has never made a bet to find two women to sleep with, so I guess that’s the lie uncovered then.
Girl One: You know what, sure… if you can find someone in here that I don’t know… it’s a deal.
Derek: That’s the catch?
Girl One: It’s going to be a tall ask, I know basically everyone in town.
Looking over to the other side of the room Derek pointed out the blonde, tucking down he spoke to the brunette once more.
Derek: What about her?
Standing up on her tippy toes the Brunette’s smile grew wider before shaking her head no.
Girl One: I think you’ve got me… Okay I’ll be waiting by the door in 15 minutes is you’re there with her this is on, if you’re not… you’re leaving without me… Wait what’s your name?
Derek: I think it’s best we keep names out of this.
Girl One: I suppose.
Shrugging her shoulders she sighed and shooed Derek away in the direction of the blonde, reminding him once again that he had 15 minutes. As Derek walked past Mark, Thatcher and Trevor he mouthed.
Derek: $250 coming my way…
Mark quickly replied with a sarcastic response.
HS: Mark Ward: NO SPILT BILLS DEREK!!
Waving him off Derek was on a mission to find and court the blonde in 15 minutes or under.
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The Blonde…
Walking up to the blonde Derek had the same approach, he liked what he saw. The blonde however was a little bit more fiery then the brunette. As Derek stood beside her she looked up towards him glaring at him.
Girl Two: Can I help you?
Bowing his head down towards her, he went to talk into her ear.
Girl Two: What do you think you’re doing?
Smirking Derek took a step back and extended his hand.
Derek: I just wanted to come over her and compliment your moves, you and your friends have been nonstop all night.
Girl Two: So you have been watching us all night?
Well that didn’t go to plan Derek, retracting his hand he brought his bottle up to his lips drowning down the first mouthful like he had been stranded in the desert for 40 days and 40 nights.
Derek: Let’s not get a head of ourselves, alright?
Girl Two: So what are you expecting?
Derek: May I please?
Ducking down to get closer to ear shot Derek started to talk into her ear, instantly repulsed she brought her hand up to slap him across the face, but Derek caught it.
Derek: Now, now save it for the bedroom.
Girl Two: I would never.
Just when everything looked like it was about to turn pear shaped another females’ voice could be heard coming from behind Derek.
Girl Three: OH MY GOD!! IT’S DEREK THORNE!!!
Cringing at the tone of the fan girl Derek turned to look at her flashing her an forced smile. The voice of girl number two quickly cut through the air and within an instant her reaction changing.
Girl Two: Why didn’t you tell me you were famous?
Derek: I would hardly call myself famous…
Girl Two: close enough for me, does that offer still stand.
Derek: Depends are you going to freak the hell out and try and slap me again.
Frowning the girl looked embarrassed.
Girl Two: Ummm no…
Derek: Then you’re on, but we gotta get moving.
As Derek and the blonde were about to take off Girl number three called out.
Girl Three: HEY WAIT FOR ME!!
Running up and linking her arms with Derek’s she smiled up at him like a little school girl. The Blonde linked underneath Derek’s other arm as they headed towards the door. Turning back to look over his shoulder Derek smirked at Mark Ward mouthing “$750?” Mark just shook his head in disbelief as the four bodies just left the night club, heading into the wee hours of the morning. Not only had Derek gotten the brunette, he had scooped up the blonde and oh well would you look here he had snagged a red head as well, tonight was going to be a long, long, long night for Derek.
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Sweet memories are built to last.
I was at it again, always finding a release to get these memories back of her. Some would say I’m obsessed and at this present point in time I wouldn’t disagree. For years I have been able to shut her off, block her out and when I did this type of stuff, when I was with another woman, I could give myself to her 100 per cent. Now all they get is my stamina and my Johnson, there is no love behind it, there is no passion behind it anymore, how could there be? When regardless of who I’m doing, brunette, redhead, or even another blonde the image of you is always in the back of my mind. It’s like you have stung me with a poisonousness arrow the last time we spoke and only just now the venom has started to sink in.
Opening up his eyes Derek can barely move, underneath his right arm lies a blonde, his left the brunette and on top of him is the redhead. If he had a caring mother, she would be disgusted with the way her son was behaving.
The more I try and keep these feelings at bay, the more and more I’m driven to go out and find another tail to chase, the saddest part of all is that the women don’t even seem to fight it off anymore. No I’m not talking about attacking a woman, I’m talking about approaching a woman for casual sex, it used to be a tough sport, where your hit tally would be lower than you’re actually mood. But now? Because of how well sex has been sold, every second girl is willing, keen and ready for it. Lovisa was different you see, she was bedroom freak don’t get me wrong but firstly she was a lady, who took me by surprise. It took me seventeen bunches of flowers, six dates and three almost there attempts to get my precious girl to even think about letting me near her goodies. Now all it takes is some smooth words and maybe buying them a drink or two but there is no challenge. Maybe that’s why my mind always floods back to her, she was the first and only girl to challenge me, in a way that I needed. I needed to have my head pulled in, because if she didn’t come along at the very moment in my life, I’m fairly sure I wouldn’t be around today.
The sound of three groaning women pricked at his ears as Derek tried to move himself free of this mess.
Girl One: Where are you going?
Derek: Just trying to get comfortable, it’s hot in here.
His words almost sounded convincing as the Swede continued to move over.
If you’re asking if I regret this? At the time no, I somewhat enjoy this, it’s the aftermath that I hate, when they want to talk or cuddle. Even with Lovisa I was never a big talker, I preferred to listen the only difference is her words weren’t lined with “likes” “oh my gods” and “tots.” My little Lovisa was primp and proper, coming from a very wealthy family, you could say that I upgraded. Imagine that me a homeless Swede boy who would live in “naughty” boy shelters or drop in houses, lands one of Sweden’s richest heiress’. On the fighting scene it was always joked about that, I was only with her money… but in reality, she could have been the daughter of a fisherman and I still would have chased her til the end of the earth.
Finally wiggling free Derek was able to get up out of the overly crowded Queen sized bed walking off towards the bathroom he pulled a pair of track suit pants from the floor up his white legs.
Ah yes the fighting scene, the den we used to call it, or the playground. It was a select few gentlemen that knew about this club from the beginning myself being one of them. The secrecy about this club was the most important thing at all. The leader would set up fights, having his regular boys savage the drifters that dared to challenge us. We would break into schools, into shopping malls, into basements to hold these events that was only decided an hour before the actual fight. All the warning I would get would be the certain buzz on my mobile phone. How could I afford a mobile phone you ask? I didn’t Johnny boy hooked me up, being undefeated had its perks but with any rise it had its fall and my fall was having to choose between her and the fighting or just the fighting. Who knew that that day would bring me years of resentment towards myself?
Walking over towards the sink Derek looked up at the mirror, looking at his body covered in smeared lip gloss and lip stick, scratch marks down his neck and chest that had dry blood stuck to openings. A small smirk crossed his face and he turned on the tap and started to wash his hands.
Well what can I say? The blonde had a temper, dominance issues if you will.
The sound of the water running through the pipes had a woken, his friends who were now looking over towards the bathroom, watching him.
The redhead, she was needy, always wanting attention.
Running the water through his hands he cupped a handful of it splashing it up on his face. Trying to wake himself up.
The brunette, I called her bull shit “I’ve never done anything like this before” my pale ass.
After turning the water off Derek turned back around to witness the girls all giggling and talking to each other, while getting dressed Derek sighed. Walking across the room he scooped up his packet of cigarettes and a lighter off the night stand making a beeline for the balcony. Lighting up on his way Derek paid no attention to three ladies staring at him.
What the fuck am I doing?
As he smoked his cigarette he waved off the girls as the left the room disappointed in his coldness towards them. After the door clicked shut Derek took a seat on the balcony soaking in the morning sun.
Keep building that anger, we need this, this Sunday isn’t going to be easy… although it’s not too far from being a walk in the park.
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This is Rage?
Opening up in a small park in Peru, Derek was seen in his normal casual street attire, walking up towards the camera the Swede had a cigarette in hand, almost like his charm when he was about to shoot a promotional. Making it up to the full view of the camera, The Swedish native stopped and looked directly towards it. His eyes were cold, but were splashed with a little bit of blood. His neck was still covered in healing scratch marks while his knuckles had been busted. It was a few days after his encounter with the three women one could only assume that guilt had taken over and his release on a punching bag was needed. Keeping his eyes lowered but still looking towards the camera he rolled his tongue around his mouth before clicking it off the roof of his mouth. Bringing up the cigarette once more he took a long drag on it before blowing out the grey smoke.
Derek: What a wild few days am I right huh? If you’re watching this Mark you owe me my money.
A laugh escaped his lips as he was quick to bring the cancer stick back up to his lips once more. Blowing the smoke up into the air, he turned back to the lens.
Derek: Enough of the banter, let’s do this.
Nodding Derek yawned a little before cracking his neck from side to side.
Derek: Last week at Climax Control you witnessed the beginning, the beginning of my path to the top. They said that Nick Jones was unbeatable, well I guess every dog has his day, this dog just needed a reality check that just because you say you’re the best doesn’t mean you are. Let’s let the past be the past and let’s move on to this Sunday, Climax Control live from Peru… not only do I have a match, oh no I have a three way dance. My first adversary goes by the name of Rage… Rage… interesting concept, let’s start with him shall we?
Taking another quick puff on his cigarette the Swede blew the smoke away from the camera. Stuffing his free hand into the back pocket on his jeans, Derek slowly spoke in his native language. Remember the subtitles are down the bottom for your convenience.
Derek: A definition of Rage would be the feeling or expression of uncontrollable violent anger.
Letting out a slight laugh Derek finished his cigarette, crushing it between his fingers he placed the butt of it in his pocket.
Derek: I know what Rage is but the lad that Christian and Mark have put before me at Climax, is nothing short of a liar. Rage? That’s a pretty stage name for a boy who is constantly the ass of each and every single joke the Sins are deliberating. Rage, that’s a pretty little name for a supposed monster whom is kept back on a chain. Rage? You expect me to believe that this man can even fathom the emotion of Rage? This man doesn’t stand a chance against anger, in fact if this lad ever experienced it, the nature the force of a real Rage running through his system, he would collapse. I have witnessed men like Rage before, you know the ones that are all talk… talking up on twitter that he is getting “pissed off” over what? words written on the screen, Rage that is not anger? That is idiocy… getting angry because week in and week out you are shown up by a stuffed teddy bear? That’s a joke upon itself. Nothing against Angel from what Odette tells me he is a rad dude, but really Rage you allow yourself to be outsmarted by a toy? You allow yourself to be “blinded” by such anger you can’t see when you’re being made out to be a fool?
Shaking his head Derek continued.
Derek: When I first saw your name against mine on the card, I thought great, another great match is coming my way, but then it was when I saw who you were, that’s when hilarity took over. Rage you’re meant to be this caged beast and yet even in instances when the cast irons bars have been removed you still stalk the fence line. So much promise and hype for not a lot of a result. You’re meant to be that ticking time bomb that the rest of Sin City Wrestling tip toes around, but you allow people to freely walk over you. Is it that you have just simply given up, or is it that you simply know that there is nothing you can do anymore to change your past you have created for yourself? Rage is an internal storm that builds violently on the inside, tearing your insides apart begging like the bitch it is to escape, yet you repress it so much, that what can the pressure do? It can either grow more or be released. You sir, know nothing about true Rage, you just took the fancy name when you signed the dotted line to enter this world.
Running his right hand through his hair the Swede looked disappointed.
Derek: the truest form of Rage is not wasted on little twitter jabs, the truest form of rage doesn’t implode with a warning beforehand. Rage is a silent trigger that waits, that holds onto your emotions, your physical movements and when you least expect it the blood starts to boil under your skin, that is baby steps of Rage, that is the step where you are at. When you prematurely warn everyone that you’re about the have an episode, you know it’s just a false sense of hype. Rage I know for a fact that you don’t let it internally rip you to shreds, you don’t let it tear away at your organs, you don’t let it eat away at your flesh… you release it before it even can build into something worthy of calling a “Rage blackout.” What you are to me Rage is just a boy, who has issues controlling an emotion he confuses for Anger… the emotion your hiding from is easy to describe, easy to see and is taking over you more and more each day, disappointment.
Licking his dry lips Derek looked around before continuing.
Derek: You have no faith in yourself anymore Rage, week in and week you’re unhappy with the result, you are unhappy with what you’re doing… so you shield yourself blaming a force that not even you could dance with, Rage. I get it big man, I have seen bigger warriors then you claim to be spiteful bottomless pits of Rage but when the time for getting angry appears, disappointment takes over. It wraps it hand around your beating heart and squeezes, choking the life right out from you. There is an old saying that goes a little something like this, when you’re angry it’s like drinking poison but you are expecting the other person who had caused you such emotional harm to die… when in reality Rage, you know that it just takes you down, you’re the one being damaged by your own tow hands. You know that anger just over comes you. You just don’t have the follow through to let it build into something greater, hence your constant disappointment in yourself.
Bringing his sunglasses up off his face he rested them on top of his head, taking a moment to settle the sea of words flooding his mind waiting to be released.
Derek: Come this Sunday you will leave disappointed once again, Rage a victory is not in your sights this weekend Bud. I will continue along my journey of toppling the “greater” giants that Sin City Wrestling has to offer. Why? Because I need this… like the wasteland needs the rain. My mission is simple, go after the former world champions and defeat them and for some reason, that had landed you on my radar… let’s hope you can bring some of that violence you speak off to the ring, let’s hope I’m not disappointed with the appearance of a man who is just internally having arguments with himself. It’s time to stop talking about this Rage you possess Rage, it’s time to harvest it… it’s time to let it germinate... but I fear that this Sunday we will see you blow your fuse with not much impact made at all. If I have anything to do with it, you won’t even have time to light your short fuse… because I want to save you from the embarrassment you bring to the world of true anger.
Looking down at the ground Derek smirked, before turning back to face the camera.
Derek: I guess it is time to address my nightmare, the modern day Boogeymen who feasts off the fear of women, children and men alike. Trying to find out information on Brother Grimm has been a bit of difficultly, but lucky for me I do not need to acquire his ring sense to know what this man is all about. No doubt he will want to instil fear in Rage and myself, in effect weakening us but dearest brother Grimm, you have just walked into a dead end. You see while you live to excite fear, I will let you in on a little bit of a secret, I have lied in fear once but I have overcome it, now fear nothing… once you have been at the very bottom, seen the living depts. Of hell you can truly call yourself a warrior and believe me when I say, that I am. I’m not taking you lightly dear Grimm, I am just forewarning you that your presence will fall onto deaf ears, when it comes to me.
Taking a small break the Swede looked over to his right looking at a group of small children playing on a swing set, smirking he continued.
Derek: You may find it interesting to know that unlike the immature minds that believe in fables and fairy tales, I do not, so coming at me claiming to be the “boogeyman” the very beast that goes “bump in the night” will be pointless, although you seem like a creature from another world, another time, another dimension you are just like the rest of us… human… and when your human you are disposable. I will have no issue in showing you Grimm what I do to people who try to make me fear them and for you it will not be pretty. Tell your myths about how you are the creature that lurks underneath our beds and that breathes fear into our lungs, preach your lies about how you are torment and that only you alone know how to control yourself and fear. Fear Mr Grimm is just a four letter word that has absolutely no meaning to me. Maybe when I was a child the likes of you would have sent chills down my spine, but in reality you’re a poorly cut horror film. A film that needs to be cut and finished
Taking another quick break Derek returned his sight back to the cameraman licking his lips.
Derek: Brother Grimm, I don’t care for your imaginary dream world you have conducted in your mind. I do not care that you speak as if you are pure evil, because let’s face it not even pure evil can penetrate the armour of a man who lives without fear of sinning. You might look the part Brother Grim, but are you really to back it up with your persona. To me your evilness you speak of is similar to an injury, the more evil you become the worst your wound becomes and at Climax Control this week I plan on ripping out the stitches… I will hang you out to dry and expose you for the moth man you are… a myth, a fable and a lie….
Folding his hands across his chest Derek laughed before finishing up his promotional
Derek: This week gentlemen you step into the ring with me when I’m most focused… this week you both become my Cause of Escalation
With that said and done Derek walked off leaving the scene as the camera faded away to nothing.
