“In other news the body of a professional wrestlers was discovered this evening”
The local news anchor stands in front of a nearby motel, police sirens flashing behind her with an ambulance parked out front, the anchor looks over their shoulder to see a couple of men wheeling the stretcher with a black body bag placed on top.
“Earlier this evening the body was discovered by one of the motel employees, the man is yet to be identified, however early indications show that it’s an apparent suicide.”
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Mortician Malcolm Daniels places his hand underneath the tap, washing his surgical gloves of the excess blood, he then switches the tap off and pulls the gloves from his hands and places them into his bin. He glances across at the door to see the lead detective walk in with an elderly gentleman, Malcolm walks over to the slab and picks up his notes, the detective places his hand on the elderly man’s shoulder for comfort.
“Evening Malcolm” The detective nods towards the mortician “this is Mister Duquesne, he’s here to identify the body” the detective looks at the emotionless face of Carlos Duquesne “We’re ready in your own time.”
“Just get this over and done with” Carlos Duquesne blurts out bluntly “Time is money, may sound like I am not showing my respect to the dead, but unfortunately my business doesn’t stop because of someone’s passing”
The detective and Malcolm share and awkward glance between the two before the mortician lifts the sheet up to expose the bodies face. Carlos looks down at the motionless body and closes his eyes, flapping his gloved hand to indicate he wants it covered, the mortician places the sheet back over the body and looks at the detective.
“So Mister Duquesne, can you confirm that this is..”
“It is” Carlos interrupts “I will make the funeral arrangements once the body is released”
The detective nods “I understand but we still need to ask you a few questions upon the matter of his death, Mister Duquesne, so if you please” he points towards the door they entered in. Carlos sighs and walks towards the door and exits. The detective shakes his head in disgust “You’re lucky the people you meet are unable to talk back to you”
“Ah” Malcolm smiles “You see each body does talk to me, in their own unique way, like this one says that a lethal concoction of alcohol and drugs caused this poor young fellows demise”
“Do you reckon it’s foul play that could of lead to his death?” The detective ponders.
“No” Malcolm answers back firmly “There is no signs of a struggle nor where there indications of any foul play, this guy seems to have inflicted this upon himself, Detective” Malcolm reaches over to pick up a brown bag “These are his belongings, there are a few specs of blood on his clothes that’s being sent to the lab but the only thing out of the ordinary is the guys mask.”
The Detective takes the bag and pulls out the evidence pouch containing the man’s mask. “He was a wrestler so unless he’s a drugged up gimp, I’m safe to assure you that it’s his costume” he places the evidence pouch back into the paper bag.
Malcolm looks at the sheet of the man “did Duquesne give us his name?”
The detective shakes his head “I’m going to see if I can answer that very question”
Malcolm hands over his notes to the detective as the two smile towards one another, the detective begins to walk out of the mortuary whilst glancing down at the file, deep inside he is dreading questioning the arrogant business man but the man needs a name.
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Carlos Duquesne opens the door of his office, the room is dark as he closes the door and steps into the room, he flicks the switch of his desk lamp as he drapes his coat on the back of the chair and sits down behind his desk. He opens the draw of his desk and pulls out a single glass and a bottle of whisky. Carlos pours the amber liquid in and begins to drink.
“I’m sorry to hear of your loss” A voice says from the shadows.
Carlos continues to drink the rest of his glass before answering back “What do you care?” he slams the glass on the table “he was the reason you couldn’t perform!”
From out of the shadows steps Lucian Frost. “You tried to put me out of commission, you wanted vengeance, and he almost gave you it”
Carlos smirks as he pours himself another glass “You obviously heard he was suspended by Sin City Wrestling and the Alliance” he takes a sip from his drink “All I wanted was for him to wrestle, he had potential, I had him set up for a contract with Atlantic Championship Wrestling but this all blew up in my face.” Carlos reaches across his desk and pulls out a cigar “I wasn’t allowed to appear at shows unless he had sorted himself out. Well now I guess I’ll be able to appear but what is the point?”
Lucian nods his head “Pernicious’ death was untimely to say the least”
Carlos lights up his cigar and takes a long inhale “What happened to Aleksei Koji? One minute he was representing you in our battle and the next he’s off in the alliance, young lions disappearing, no sign of him even helping you in your tag title conquest”
Lucian sighs “I cannot answer that as I do not know the answer” Lucian sits down in the chair opposite Carlos “I focused on to many things, I focused on WCCW and it messed with my SCW career, I focused on SCW and it destroyed my NWA ventures, I focused on being apart of Team SCW and its destroyed my career. I was WCCW Texas Heavyweight and SCW Tag Team Champion and now I’m nothing.” Lucian looks down at the floor “Blood Omen has suffered because of me, I lost the semi-final match in the super J…Aleksei hasn’t been around for me!”
Carlos places his cigar down into his personalised ash tray “Consider this a proposition then, Lucian, you’re wayward in your quest of becoming successful and I can help you. Pernicious’ almost discredited me by his foolish antics but consider this a truce and a new alliance between Carlos Duquesne and Lucian Frost.” Lucian doesn’t say anything. “I know we’ve had our exchanges but I know you’d got a match coming up with Giani, your chance to show everyone that you are still a championship contender in the SCW!”
“Maybe” Lucian says without conviction.
Carlos smirks as he leans forward in his office chair and begins to talk to the masked enigma, Lucian nods along with certain points in agreement, the two continue the talk late into the night.
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R E S T I N P E A C E
PERNICIOUS
1985 - 2013
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The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You do not blame them on your partner, the ecology, or the president. You realize that you control your own destiny.
I have been so focused on so many things that the destiny I bestowed upon myself has whittled away, the tag team glory extinguished, Super J glory burned to the ground, being a successful champion destroyed within a heartbeat.
I have now got to prove myself once again, I have to step up to the plate and show the entire rostrum why I am amongst a small handful of claiming grand slam glory, why I am a multi-time champion within the SCW.
That starts with Giani Di Luca.
The man who represented Bad-Ass Championship Wrestling, the man who guided James Huntington Hawkes the Third, the guy who has aligned themselves with Team Erik. Team Erik versus Team SCW, Frost versus Giani.
No faction is better or worse than the other, both wanting the same result, both built upon the same mould.
I know Giani will be wanting to destroy this Team SCW member and want to show his devotion to Erik Staggs, however this team SCW member is looking to show Mark and Christian that I am worth wearing the banner as we both look to gain control of this promotion.
I look forward to the battle that’ll be shake the very foundation of this company, at hostile takeover I couldn’t do that, at climax control it’ll be a different story!
Lucian Frost returns…
