Prologue
Blood Omen’s reign as SCW Tag Team Champions has come to an abrupt end.
Lucian Frost’s desire of becoming the Super J Cup Winner of Two Thousand Thirteen came to a bitter end.
Although he is the newly crowned Texas Heavyweight Champion in WCCW, the mysterious enigma is left pondering many things over the past few weeks, the one that leaves Frost the most puzzled is this…
What is next for Lucian Frost?
With the revolutionary group lead by Erik Staggs has left the SCW wheeling in turmoil.
His tag team partner, Kain, being scouted by both Team Erik and Team SCW, will Mark or Erik come touting himself or is Lucian Frost a valueless asset for both parties.
Ace Baldwin and Kevin Carter defend the championships against former champion Jordan Williams and Tom Dudely, will Blood Omen get the rematch they deserve against the champions, or with the split of alliances on the rostrum mean they’d have to earn a shot once more.
With Lucian Frost facing former Two Time Heavyweight Champion, Nick Jones, this week on Climax Control. Is this the chance to show the staff what value he is to them, perhaps finally propelling himself into the limelight to potentially do what his partner has done in the past, become a contender for the SCW Heavyweight Championship.
After being made to tap out at the hands of the current SCW Bombshell Champion, Misty, Lucian sat in the back of the ACW Live show watching the events of the evening on a little monitor. The medical team had given him a towel filled with ice cubes to place on his injured neck, his entire body aching in pain from the tough contest he’d just endured, disappointment cannot escape him as he’d came so close to achieving something monumental but fallen so close to the finish line. A couple of the ACW stars had came in to show their condolences, although accepting it through courtesy, all Lucian wanted was to just be alone.
Within a space of a few weeks Lucian had felt the ecstasy of becoming a multi-regional champion, holding both WCCW Texas Heavyweight and SCW Tag Team Championships, as well as booking his place into the semi finals of the Super J Cup. He then felt the lows as he lost the SCW Tag Titles to no fault of his own, his persistent neck problems almost made him a paraplegic, and he’d now been knocked out of the Super J Cup at the hands of Misty for the second year in a row. With general uncertainty of where his future lies, all Lucian wanted to do is just think about everything that has happened, try to get back onto his feet and prove once again why he is a multi-time SCW and current reigning WCCW Champion.
Ben Jordan and Misty stand in the middle of the ACW Ring, preparing for the beginning of the Super J Cup Final, although feeling very disappointed it wasn’t him, Lucian is routing for the Cockney Ben to beat his adversary in this particular tournament. A knock at the door comes; Lucian is too focused on the monitor to even acknowledge it, before stepping into the room the Atlantic Championship Wrestling reporter, DeMarcus Paris, peers around the door before stepping into the room with microphone in hand. DeMarcus had hoped to of caught Lucian after his match but Frost had disappeared off the radar. Finally the African-Canadian had found the masked wrestler, brimming from ear to ear as he looks at the SCW representative in hope to catch his eye, but the masked man continues to look in the direction of the monitor.
DeMarcus clears his throat “Is it okay to grab a couple of words with you, Lucian?”
A little reluctant to stand up at first, he didn’t want to be disturbed let alone interviewed; Lucian glances at the reporter before letting out a sigh. Gingerly pushing himself up to a vertical standpoint, Lucian holds the towel filled with ice to his neck, glancing back and forth from DeMarcus and the Monitor.
DeMarcus radiates of confidence as he stands there, lifting up his microphone before speaking “Commiserations on your semi final defeat to Misty, you came such a long to showcase how much of a force Sin City Wrestling has been within the National Wrestling Alliance, defeat tonight is always quite upsetting but what are your thoughts on how your match went?”
Lucian sighs as he just looks at the ACW Reporter “Before the draw of the Semi-Finals I said that I’d of liked it to have been an SCW final, Misty versus Frost, but unfortunately we where drawn together at the Semi’s to at least guarantee an SCW representative in the final” Lucian points towards the monitor with his free hand “In that ring stands the victor of this tournament, one of those wrestlers will walk out with the cup and achievement of being known as the Super J Cup Winner of two thousand thirteen. Do I feel like it should have been me, who wouldn’t, everyone apart of this tournament didn’t enter to make the numbers up. They entered to win. To fail at the semi-final stage feels me with utter distain, a bad taste in my mouth knowing if I tried that bit harder I may have been wrestling Ben Jordon tonight”
DeMarcus nods “Throughout the build up of this show, Ben Jordan spoke about how he’d like to face you in the final, even with the tension and hype between Ben and Misty. His admiration for you must have been an uplift for yourself knowing he’s only just started in this wrestling industry?”
“I know what it is like to be an inaugural champion of a promotion, I was the first man to ever hold the Roulette Championship, the expectation of you to perform as a champion builds week in and week out. To be the man who’s not just the maritime junior heavyweight champion, as well as one half of the tag team champions, it’s a huge amount of expectation for anyone to do it week in and week out” Lucian lets out an unexpected cough “..Excuse me. As I was saying the expectation is huge and for him to show his admiration and desire to face me is always flattering, I’d of loved it to be me and Ben Jordan as I think we’d of blown the roof of this place out with an incredible match. But it wasn’t to be and I hope Ben Jordan does win it and proves why he is a double champion and a man on the up within the alliance!”
DeMarcus smiles “Very gracious of you, we all here in ACW wish Ben the best of luck as he is competing right now. Stepping away from the Super J Cup, if you don’t mind, I’d like to ask you about Blood Omen. You guys where on a dominating run only to be stopped a few weeks ago, you are now former champions, is there word on when you’ll get your rematch? Also with the Spectre challenging for the NWA World Heavyweight Championship, him and Dante are considered the number one challengers to Sinful Obsession’s NWA World Tag Gold, are there plans to step up from the Vegas promotion and challenge on the world stage?”
Lucian ponders upon this for a few moments “Our team was brought together initially as a lethal lottery, Kain thought I might not perform or show up, costing Kain the chance of becoming a champion in the SCW. We beat Sinful Obsession, ending there stranglehold on the tag belts, we went on to show we where not a lucky or a fluke team!” Lucian looks at the monitor to watch a bit of the action before he continues “Yes we did lose our belts and Kain isn’t a man to shy away from going about his own business, especially with his rivalry with Goth and countless others. Erik Staggs said that he was the man pioneering our team and I was deadweight, perhaps I was but we defended out titles countless times and we are still blood omen!” He looks down at his current WCCW Championship belt that’s placed next to the monitor “I do miss being a champion and I’m sure we’d get out shot as soon as possible! As for challenging Sinful Obsession, I’m sure Kain would love to get his hands on them again, I know I do as we didn’t truly beat them. We beat the Young Lions. We’ve gone unnoticed up the rankings in recent months and I am not sure how we go about challenging or fighting for a number one contendership match, I’d have to talk to Kain about that, but soon there will be an NWA World Title match between two Sin City Wrestlers, or teams in this case!”
DeMarcus smiles “Thank you for taking the time out to speak to me, Frost, I for one am glad you where apart of this tournament as we witness a few great moments from you, including tonight’s performance against Misty. I wish you well in your future endeavours and I’m sure you’ll be gracing an ACW in the near future!”
DeMarcus Paris extends his hand out, the two men shake with Paris slapping the top of Lucian’s bicep, Paris takes his leave leaving Lucian to gingerly sit back down to watch the rest of the match between SCW and ACW. The two cruiserweights battle back and forth until there was a winner. Ben Jordan. Frost nods his head, even clapping in celebration of the young mans achievement, Lucian watches Ben’s speech in utter shock as he passes his cruiserweight title opportunity to someone else. A man who is very honourable to his promotion and courteous to others, Ben could of easily challenged for the World Cruiserweight Championship, but giving it up for another takes a lot and Lucian has a new found respect for the double ACW champion. He’d only wished that sort of loyalty and commitment to a promotion could be shown in SCW, as Lucian returns to Sin City’s tour, to enter the world where gang warfare is key as wrestlers are choosing sides in a bitter battle for control and about whose values are right.
Remembrance of Lucian Frost
Lucian Frost has been warned countless times about competing in his condition, the cervical vertebrae, herniated discs and torn muscles have caused him nothing but discomfort, collapsing after competing in matches and almost costing him his ability to move and walk. Despite it being common knowledge to many wrestlers amongst the alliance, he somehow is still able to compete when other more able men could step into his place, take his spot and make a legacy for their own rather than an injured masked man who chooses to ignore medical advice. Despite all this Lucian has made the long journey from Canada to Chile, like many of the other SCW stars who represented themselves in the Alliance last week, to get ready for quite possibly the toughest singles match he’s had to face in SCW.
Nick Jones.
The man doesn’t really need to be explained to wrestlers or fans alike of Sin City Wrestling, his reputation precedes himself by the mere mention of his name, two thousand and twelve will be remembered by the sheer dominance this man held within the SCW. With the SCW Heavyweight Championship up for grabs in Sin City Wrestling’s first showcase match in the NWA, Nick Jones battled Blade Alexander to capture the vacant championship; his reign wasn’t as short as his predecessors. He set the standard within the promotion by becoming the longest reigning Heavyweight Champion, being the first man to hold the championship twice, becoming such a dominant force within the ring that many challengers fell by the weigh side at the hands of Nick Jones. There is a reason why he achieved Wrestler of the Year and number one contender for the NWA World Heavyweight Championship.
This will be the first time Lucian and Nick will be in the ring at the same time, the mysterious enigma has stayed away from the forefront and thus stayed out of the limelight, where Nick is all about capturing the spotlight and holding onto the attention. With both men looking to get back onto the path of victory, Nick falling from grace to defeat against Derek Thorne and Lucian’s recent Super J and SCW Tag Title loses, who’s ready to step up and grab victory from the jaws of defeat with quite possibly the match of the night. Lucian continues to think upon this as his plane nears the airport in Chile, this is going to be his first visit to Santiago and he’d like his visit to be a pleasant one, leaving it with possibly the upset of the year if he defeats his counterpart on Sunday night.
Although his mind is focused on the task at hand, the pain running through his neck and upper back caused his flight to be very discomforting, having stewardess asking him if he was okay on many occasions with the amount of movement to try and get comfortable. As the plane comes to land and pulls up to the terminal, Lucian glances out of the small porthole for a window to see his first glimpses of Chile, the vibe seems sombre as the seatbelt icon disappears and everyone begins to grab their belongings. Lucian was one of the last off the plane as he’d like to observe people, watching young children get excited whilst their parents scream and shout, elderly couples helping one another up and with their bags, businessmen with no concern about anyone else but themselves. He could of easily grabbed his bag and bombarded forward but the amount of discouraging looks and whispers is something he can do without.
As he gradually walks through the long tunnel into the terminal, thanking the air stewardess as he passes them, Lucian steps through to be greeted by Security guards and armed policemen. Lucian looks at them in wonder if they’re for him, taking a step to the side to walk around, but the armed policemen holds his hand up. He’d noticed them grasping onto the hilt of their guns.
“Puedes por favor de pie sobre su señor” The armed policemen says, looking the masked man, his hand pointing to the side of the tunnel with passengers glancing over to see what the altercation is.
Lucian isn’t fluent in Spanish; he knew some words but not whole sentences, seeing the policemen pointing to the side he thought he’d walk over to where he was pointing in the hope that is what he was indicating.
“Por qué llevas una máscara?” The policemen began “Puedo ver su pasaporte, por favor?”
“I am unsure what you’re saying..” Lucian says slowly, trying not the belittle the men, he holds his arms up in a confused gesture in the hole he’d understand.
“Habla usted español?”
Lucian tries to remember back to his school days “English…Inglés?” He watches the response from the policemen, who calls over someone, the two begin to have a conversation in Spanish.
The other man turns to face Lucian “I’m Demetrius for American Airlines here in Santiago, the police forces are concerned that you’re wearing a mask and holding a bag” Demetrius points to Lucian’s training bag “They want to search your bag and check your passport, sir”
Although feeling a tad bit violated Lucian understood that this would be the case, travelling to Puerto Rico for the NWA caused the same sort of response, Lucian places the bag on the table and unzips it to show the WCCW Texas Championship amongst spare clothes. The policemen says something to Demetrius.
”They need you to remove your mask” Demetrius says with an air of caution “to make a positive ID”
“Do we have to do it here?” Lucian says curiously “I wear a mask for a reason, I don’t think everyone needs to see, if you get me”
Demetrius begins to speak to the policemen, who looks at the Lucian and then back over to Demetrius, the two begin to deliberate before the policemen nods and Demetrius points to a door a few feet away. Lucian grabs his bag and is escorted through the doors by the armed police and American Airline representative Demetrius. They lead Lucian through a long hallway until one of the policemen opens a door, Frost is lead inside and the door shuts behind the masked wrestler, Lucian turns to see that he is alone in what appears to be an interrogation room. He sighs as he drops his bag on the table and walks over to the mirrored wall, he is probably getting observed as he stares into it, Lucian wants to thump it in frustration but chooses not too and walks over to the empty seat and sits down.
“What happened to you?” A familiar voice says.
Lucian looks around to see if he is truly alone, looking to see if anyone is coming through the door, he then turns to look at the mirror to see that his reflection just staring back at him. Perhaps the long journey and hassle he’s receiving is playing tricks on his mind.
“What happened to you?” the same voice repeats.
Lucian gets up from his chair as the voice is as clear as day, it isn’t a memory rekindling or the sound of a voice recording, that voice was coming from inside of the room. Lucian couldn’t see anyone standing in the room, he looks back at the mirror and sees his reflection once more, Lucian takes a step to the mirror to see that it is indeed nothing wrong with the mirror. Lucian stands and lets out a frustrating sigh.
“What happened to you?”
The voice was so clear that Lucian notices the reflection in the mirror is actually moving by itself, the familiar voice was actually his, was this a hallucination through lack of sleep? Is he finally losing his mind?
“What happened to you, Lucian?” the reflection begins “When you entered the SCW you had an air of mystery, hanging around in boiler rooms, having a mystical power that intimidated opponents” the reflection begins to pace back and forth “Now look at you, you’re just another Joe Nobody who wears a mask, walking around with an injury” the reflection shakes his head “Do you not remember the regeneration you had to heal your wounded soul in order to return to the SCW?”
Lucian isn’t sure what to say to what is happening to him, if he replied back and the security people sees then he may be contained or deported, is this actually happening or is this a fragment of his imagination.
“Do you not remember when you use to send mystical returning promos to Climax Control, using a young child and putting words in flames on the wall, that Lucian Frost was treading new ground and that Lucian Frost became a successful and unique man… What are you now?”
He shakes his head slowly, he cannot reply back to something that is clearly not real, yet it seems so real to Lucian right this instant.
“You could easily grab your bag and disappear into the shadows, yet you choose to stay, you could control the lights and flicker them off to escape without capture. You call yourself the mysterious enigma but what exactly is enigmatic about you right now? You’ve been in hospitals and collapsing like you’re normal…You are not normal, you are unique! Use your powers, show the entire SCW and NWA who you really are once more!”
Lucian couldn’t help himself replying back in a low toned voice “I haven’t changed”
The reflection laughs “Can you say that a bit louder, I don’t think the guy across the car park heard that, you haven’t changed? You allowed yourself to be touted by this Carlos Duquesne, you allowed yourself to be distracted by a giant man rather than utilising the gift you have! You where champions of the tag division but not anymore due to the fact you’re not who you are! REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE LUCIAN!”
Lucian does remember his eerie presence in the beginning of his SCW career, there was only a small handful of unique guys in the promotion and he proudly stood out from everyone else. Disappearing and reappearing in different locations in a millisecond, using intimidating tactics against his opponents, igniting fires to make a statement to opponents. When his past was catching up to him he’d not use it as a distraction but a fuel in his success when he claimed the roulette title. Looking at the comparison back then he had changed, he wasn’t using the neck injury as an excuse but it burdened him, he’s turned into a normal man in recent appearances rather than being mysterious or enigmatic. Lucian Frost had lost his way somehow.
“It isn’t the future that defies who you are, it is your past and your history, you live in the present so treat this as your gift. Remember your past and become the man who became very formidable back in the day.” The reflection stops pacing and steps closer “It is your past who defies you, a former roulette and tag team champion, let this be your rebirth Lucian. Remember who you are and allow this gift, the present, to be your platform in creating who you really are… The Remembrance of Lucian Frost!”
The reflection stops moving on its own as the voice stops, Lucian moves his arm to see that the reflection is doing as he is doing, he could hear the mumbled voices from behind the door as he glances up at the door and at his bag. Deciding that what the reflection was true, that he had lost his way in what made him unique, he grabs hold of the bag as the lights in the hallway and interrogation room begin to flicker. Underneath the mask Lucian was smiling as the lights go out for a split second and the masked man had disappeared. Demetrius and the armed police open the door and look in dismay, checking around the room to see how he’s escaped, there was no sign as to how Lucian had disappeared leaving them to share a difficult conversation amongst themselves about how they’re going to explain this to their superiors.
The Show Stealers of Climax Control
The humidity and climate readjustment is something he could never get use too, some people adapt to it with ease but for Lucian Frost it proved to be more challenging. Standing in the middle of the Centro Cultural Palacio de La Moneda, the citizens of Santiago had come out to experience the grand facility going on tours, visiting the minor exhibition halls and experiencing the Palacio de La Moneda. Although some people notice the masked man walking around, no one seems to be asking questions as he stands in the main lobby, looking up at the unique slops leading to higher levels and admiring the bamboo like trees growing at its side. His experience of Chile had so far been a pleasant one once he’d used his power to escape, walking around the vast city and using the gift he possesses as often as he could, rekindling the love of why he is an enigma rather than just another masked wrestler.
Lucian looks at the presentation of stools arranged in different patterns on the floor, looking up at the ceiling to see the same colours but different shapes on the ceiling, the Centro Cultural Palacio de La Moneda is definitely the cultural centre of Santiago. Frost had the rarest of opportunities with some SCW fans, signing autographs and having his picture taken with them, he’s never done that before as he never considered himself such a big name. Perhaps the hype for this Sundays match is going to propel him into the spotlight rather than standing in the background to allow others the chance to shine. Frost walks over to the side and sits down on a rectangular shape, made out of concrete to represent benches, he watches some of the people wondering by before looking forward and speaking.
” ‘In any moment of decision, the best thing you can do is the right thing, the next best thing is the wrong thing, and the worst thing you can do is nothing’. Theodore Roosevelt said those words a good number of years ago, you could say that quote could sum up the scenario this Sunday at Climax Control, when I step into the ring with quite possibly be the most decorated man in the SCW, Nick Jones. I mean he’ll tell you he’s a former two time heavyweight champion, won no-less than four SCW awards and that he is the number one contender for the Heavyweight Championship. I have to be on top of my game in order to compete with that, right? I think I’ll quote Roosevelt once more in response, this time it’ll be Eleanor.. ‘You have to accept whatever comes and the only important thing is that you meet it with courage and with the best that you have to give’. I am not going to allow this chance to face the former two time heavyweight champion pass me by, I’m not going to be another name carved into his wall of people he’s beaten, I’m going to give him one hell of a match and possibly show him that although he thinks he is the ‘best’ that sometimes the best isn’t just good enough”
“Nick Jones considers the Roulette and Tag Team Championships as being beneath him, that they’re pieces of crap, that he only goes after titles only real men want. You have been at the top for far too long, Nick, You have been in and around the Heavyweight Title scene far too long to just disown championships just because you think they’re beneath you. Look at the X-Box gam for instance, Casey Williams has won both of those titles and he made the cover, Gabriel won the Tag Team Belt and he’s on the cover, Spike Staggs only has one reign of the Heavyweight strap yet he’s on the cover… so why is the wrestler of the year, the two time champion, the main event poster boy left off it?”
Lucian holds up a copy of the SCW game and shows the camera the cover that features Casey Williams, Vixen, Misty, Gabriel and Spike Staggs.
“That obviously ticked you off, Nick, we all witnessed that when you exploded in Marks face.. innuendo intended… you see Misty hasn’t won any of the other bombshell titles yet Vixen has won both bombshell and roulette title, you may consider them beneath you but many cannot claim to have those accomplishments. Everyone wants to be heavyweight champion but not everyone in this promotion will ever rise up to that accolade, you have and we all salute you for it, Spike Staggs is now the reigning champion and I’m sure his reign won’t end just yet as I’m ignoring the scenario that happened last week. You have to understand that the “beneath you” titles can make a wrestler and so far I’ve gone from Roulette to Tag Team champion, there is only one way left for me to go and that is upwards. There is always the crowning achievement of being the first grand-slam champion to be claimed and you never know it could be me that does it! Perhaps you should reconsider your logic on the Roulette and Tag Team Titles, it hasn’t done Gabriel wrong since he’s now NWA World Tag Team Champion and he held that “beneath you” title!”
“I know you’ve risen up the rankings to be a challenger to Spike Staggs World Heavyweight Championship, wouldn’t it be weird if this masked midget was also high in the rankings… WAIT HE IS! Me and Kain are on the verge on becoming number one contenders for the World Tag Team Titles, it isn’t just all about you Nick, you have achieved a lot and then ago so have I. I have heard this contest could be the match of the evening and I think that we will become the show stealers on Climax Control this week. Thee top contender for the world heavyweight going against one of the top contenders for the world tag team championships. You say that I hide my face in embarrassment because of how much I suck, where will you hide your face if you lose to the masked embarrassment, Nick? I reckon if you ran to your little nurse friend she’ll find you a place to hide”
Lucian notices a kid standing nearby, he waves the child over and hands him the copy of the SCW Climax Control game, the kid smile and runs off back to his parents.
“If you are the best then that is ideally what I want, I don’t want the shell of a former self, I want Nick Jones who achieved so much last year competing. I want the best because if there isn’t the best then what is there? I may not even be considered the best or a main eventer, I haven’t even been touted to either side of this loyalist and rebel war, only been mentioned once and that was to be disowned by Erik Staggs in the recruitment of my partner, Kain. What I am Nick is a challenge and a problem because most people know that whenever they step in the ring with me I am going to give it my all! This situation is no different! Beating the former two time heavyweight champion isn’t going to do me any harm but possibly show the bosses that Lucian Frost isn’t a man to be brushed aside or not even considered in this turmoil”
“I hope that whomever wins the Tag Team Championships this week realises that Blood Omen is after them, Kain may have his priorities with Goth, but our unity has become well known amongst the NWA and we cannot sit idly by and not get our rematch for the titles. I know I spoke about possibly being a grand slam champion, perhaps challenge for the heavyweight championship, but like everything I have done in the SCW I’ve done it the right way. I got the opportunity and I seized it, I have never begged for a championship match nor have I openly challenged a champion for a match. If given the opportunity I’ll do MY BEST to capture the crowning glory, I’m not cocky in that statement, Nick, unlike yourself in stating you’re the best, I’ll do my best in order to achieve what I can and the first thing I want to achieve is to beat you in the ring this Sunday at Climax Control!”
Lucian stands up from the bench and begins to wonder through the multi-coloured stools, glancing around as he walks into the crowded area of the main lobby, Lucian brushes past people to get further forward before the masked enigma disappears from sight. Some of the people who were standing nearby look around, seeing where the cold breeze that suddenly brushed against their skin came from, not seeing anything they continue to do what they were doing with no second thought.
