[Gabriel]

 Family...

The only people in my life I truly give a fuck about, my wife, my brothers and sisters in the Seven Deadly Sins, they are the only people I care about. Everyone else can truly go fuck themselves. I'm sure you're wondering what the hell I'm going on about. Remember a few weeks ago, Despayre's clash of the champions match? You must have seen all that transpired before the match. This is where my story today starts.

We have to go back twenty days to show you more to the story than you thought. Let me show you what happened after the madness.

If you didn't see it, number one, you're an idiot for missing a masterpiece, number two, you're just a fucking idiot in general. Someone throw up the link at the bottom here so I can get on with this.

Despayre's Inner Demons



The night has quieted down as I sit on the back veranda of the home owned by Synn and Despayre, my eyes down on the phone in my hands. I look down as a text flashes up on my screen, the name can be clearly read as 'The wife.'

Awww, Odette. I know you fools miss my Aussie Bombshell

My eyes dart across the message, 'How's Despy?'. I breathe deeply as I quickly type the response 'Better, Synn is with him now, I'll be home soon, just need to make sure he's ok'.

Sliding the phone back in to my pocket, I sit slightly leaned back on a chair, my hands on the wooden table in front of me. The creak of a door opening behind me perks my attention. I turn my head slightly, expecting to see Synn in the doorway.

Was I wrong....

"Magic man?" Rage's voice booms out across the night air "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Rage steps out on the veranda, looking down at me, a genuinely puzzled look on his face.

"I thought your wife would have you tied to the bed by now." He scoff.

I lift my middle finger, aiming it in the direction of Rage.

"That might happen later, but other stuff to deal with now." I dryly reply back "Anyway, what the fuck are you doing here? Don't you have a flea bitten apartment to be in?"

Rage walks around the table, sitting opposite me. He puts his elbow on the table and lifts his middle finger, aiming it in my direction.

Rage and I have this love hate relationship.... he loves to hate me, but then again, he loves to hate everyone. Doesn't mean we don't have either of each others back.

"Fuck off" Rage quickly replies to me. "You never answered my question."

"You never answered mine." I fire back

Rage growls under his breath, looking me directly in the eye.

"I knew Despy is at his mom's tonight, so I thought the safest place to be to not be around him and kicked in the fucking shins again, would be here." Rage nods proudly.

I can't help but smirk at Rage, who quickly lowers his eyebrows as he looks back at me.

"What?" He asks.

"Got news for ya big man." I reply with cockiness dripping from my tone. "Despy's upstairs."

Rage turns his head, grinding his teeth.

"Fuck this, I'm off." He says, standing to his feet.

"Sit down" I say with a raised hand "There's a reason he's back here, you might wanna hear it."

"Hear what?" The tones of a female voice is heard saying.

My attention turns behind me, to see Kittie walking through the door to the outside. Rage follows my glare towards the door.

"Fucking hell, who invited her?" Rage bitterly says.

"Be quiet peanut head" Kittie fires back at Rage.

She walks up behind me, wrapping her arms around my neck from behind. I put my hand on her arm before she breaks off and walks around the table and taps Rage on the head.

"I liked it better when you had no hair." Kittie says with a chuckle.

She sits down next to Rage, swinging her legs around and putting them on Rage's lap, but Rage pushes them away. He plans his elbows on the table and stares across at me with narrowed eyes.

"See what you started with this peanut head shit?" He growls across at me.

A smile crosses my face as I look back at the angriest man in wrestling, hell, maybe the world.

"Uh uh" I casually respond with a smirk "Not my best work, but still, it got the job done to annoy the hell out of you."

Rage bangs his fists on the table, but I put a finger to my lips.

"Keep going like that and you'll wake Despy and he'll come and kick you in the shins." I say in a hushed tone.

Rage sits back, moving his arms away from the table but not breaking his stare from me.

"Despy's here?" Kittie says surprised "I thought he was away tonight."

I curl my left side of my lip downwards as I look towards Kittie.

"Bit of a story there." I reply "You see, what happened is..."

Before I can continue, a booming British accent catches our attention.

"Bloody hell, bit of a party going on here." Shane Boswell says as he walks through the door, followed by Fantasia.

"Well, looks like every Sin under the sun is here." Fantasia adds.

Shane walks past me, as a wicked smile crosses my face.

"Hello Crosswell" I say with a smirk.

Shane stops in his tracks, turning to face me.

"It's Boswell." He says calmly "Bos... not Cross... Bos. B-O-S-W-E-L-L"

"So you're not the dude marrying Salco then" I say with a mock confused tone.

Ever since Salco brought in that guy with a name just like Shane's, he's been a very easy target. I mean come on, what are the chances of someone else turning up with a name just like his. Maybe they shoulda changed Crosswell's name for TV reasons, stop people getting confused or something but still, fun to mock.

"Not even gonna answer that" Shane says, trying to keep his coolness.

"Ok Cross." I quickly reply.

Shane takes a deep breath as he and Fantasia take seats next to mine.

"So how comes we're all here?" Kittie asks, addressing the group.

"Came to get away from Despy, then I found out he was here." Rage growls.

"I had this weird feeling." Fantasia adds "So I came over here. Felt like something was wrong."

Shane points a thumb towards Fantasia.

"She made me come here." Shane chips in. "What about you?"

"Oh." Kittie says with a shrug "I was just out following Rage and he came here."

Rage's eyes widen as he turns to Kittie.

"You're fucking stalking me now?" Rage growls.

"Well there was nothing on television so I thought why not." Kittie responds.

Gotta love Kittie, craziest woman on the planet at times but hey, at least she's honest.

"Why are you here?" Shane asks me.

The group's eyes turn to me, burning in to my skin. I take a deep breath and look around the expectant eyes on me.

"Well..." I start "I came over a couple of hours ago. I needed to speak to Synn, ya know, deal with some future stuff after I'm done in SCW and we were casually sitting around and Teresa burst in. Turns out she found enough of Despy's medication to show he hasn't taken it for a couple of days. He was at his mom's and well..."

"You're fucking joking?" Rage yells out.

"I wish I was." I reply.

"What happened?" Fantasia asks, a concerned look on her face.

"He flipped out." I add "I mean really flipped out, broke stuff, cut himself. Synn and I got there pretty much just in time."

"Is he ok?" Kittie asks.

"Now he is, but when we got there, he was in a state. I even considered putting him in a sleeper hold or something." I answer

"Why would he not take his pills?" Shane asks. "He's always took his pills."

"Because he wanted to prove he could do this on his own." Synn's voice booms out from the doorway.

The group turns to face Synn as he walks out from the doorway, towards the head of the table. He puts his hands on the back of the seat, leaning his weight on to it.

"How long have you been there." I ask Synn.

"Long enough." He replies.

Synn moves around the chair, sitting at the head of the table.

"He's sleeping now." Synn informs us "He will be ok, but I think we need to keep an eye on him a little closer in the future."

An uneasy hush surrounds the group as Synn puts his head down, looking at the table in front of him.

"This was a one off." I say firmly "We all know this is something he won't do again after tonight. This is something that just happened, not something that will repeat over and over."

The group nod in agreement.

"I know." Synn says, his voice soften and tired. "It just shows what could happen. People think Joshua is a happy, bubbly kid, they don't see what could happen without the meds."

"Doesn't matter now." I reply "this is not something that will happen again. We're all here for him anyway, even that angry mud sucker over there."

I nod my head towards Rage, who burns a hole through me with his narrowed, angry looking eyes.

"We're all sitting here because we are family Synn." I firmly state "Because we are here for each other and that is why we're so successful. Everyone around this table would fight and die for each other and we would for Despy too. We're here to show everyone what we're all about. We're no fly by night group like HSI, NXT or any of the other piss poor groups that have stepped their way through SCW for two weeks and get bored. We'll make sure Despy don't do this again."

The group nod as the scene fades out.

Bit of an abrupt ending? I think you saw all you needed to see. Now why would I drag you back almost three weeks to show you this?

I'm proving a point here.

My point is actually pretty simple. You see on Sunday, I face a man with nothing but a mask, a man with nothing surrounding him. He chose to go it alone and he is making a mistake by doing that. What I have is family, each member bringing something to the table, each member bringing their own style and own attitude to something unique.

What does Equinox have?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

These are my brothers and sisters, the people who will drag me out of the battle zone when I'm wounded. They will pull me out of the fire when the flames get too hot. They will put their lives on the line for me.

Who would do that for you Equinox....

... No one....



This is your plan Christian?

This?

Him?

Really?

In the history of plans and tactical battles, this has to be the worst plan in the history of mankind. This is like sending a rat in to a cattery to get something, this is the world plan in the world. Code name Equinox is your plan? Your way of stopping me from getting to you?

How fucking sad can you get?

There's a roster full of talent in SCW that would stand a chance against me. The Drake Green's, the Rage's, the Geno Jr's of SCW, these people stand a chance against me and could have stopped fate from leading my hands to your throat Christian, but no... you put Equinox in front of me with the incentive of if I can defeat a man by fellow Sins have, then I get to get the golden goose, I get Christian Underwood.

Anyone would think you really wanted to fight me by putting this loser in my way.

I'm not surprised. It's hard to be surprised when this man has been in control of my career path for years. It was all sunshine and candy when I was that nice guy going around, pleasing the fans but since my eyes opened and I saw the truth, it's been a bolder of shit rolling down a hill. Steve Ramone, Damien Cruise, Jon Dough.... hardly world beaters.... and now Equinox.

It's fine

I can deal with this.

My eyes are on the bigger prize.

I guess this is where I talk about how I'm gonna hurt Equinox, expose him for the paper champion he is, expose him for the piss poor wrestler and joke that he is.

No

Let's talk to you Equinox. You don't have to see me to hear my voice and my words, even in a twisted form, will make more sense than anything you've said since you've been in SCW. Oh yes, I've watched you, I've seen what you're about because SCW is my place, without me, SCW would not exist. If not for the Seven Deadly Sins being the first to put their names to SCW deals, no one would have followed, so I keep an eye on all I created. Every soul that passes through our doors, my eyes are on and you've been no different, but at least a lot of the said souls have been able to connect with people, they've had a word that no one could ever connect to you...

Originality.

Now, the definition of originality. Originality is the aspect of created or invented works by as being new or novel, and thus can be distinguished from reproductions, clones, forgeries, or derivative works. What that means is cutting yourself from your own cloth and not wearing hand me downs from people you wish you could be.

Everything about you stinks of theft..... everything!

Let us not forget my brother, how you decided to show your face in SCW. Your once in a lifetime shot at making a first impression. Do you remember it? I do.

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome...... MICHAEL HARDY!!!

And out you bound on to the stage, acting like.... a Hardy. I couldn't help but be curious and see your bio.... oh dear, in your messed up dark little head, a third Hardy boy is who you chose to be.

Well this is awkward.... that's bee done a couple of times, but never mind, he might evolve, he might change, he might see that the fans are laughing at him and think he might need to do something new and by the light of everything holy he did, he started talking about.... The Willow.

You can't see this Michael, but right now, I'm face palming myself.

Boy, I've seen that somewhere before too. Another cheap reproduction of something that came before you and again, I shook my head in disbelief, I bowed my head in disappointment, I started to wonder if SCW just started dragging people off the street and saying "Hey, pick your favorite drug taking train wreck of a wrestler and you can make out you're him". Then the creatures stuff started and that was cringe worthy.

I know imitation is a form of flattery, but it works better when you're actually good at imitating your idol. If not, you just become one of those awful singers you see on American Idol, X Factor and The Voice who think they're Beyonce or something. You're poor imitations make you that singer Michael.

And then it evolved again...

Equinox...

Now, I thought to myself that he's ripping off the movie or the TV show, or maybe in his fucked up little head, he has two days a year where he likes the fact that day and night are the same length. I didn't know, I didn't care, but part of me was proud that this little punk rip off has finally started to move away from plagiarizing and become a little more original, and then I heard those words, those words that make me cringe, those words that made me sit and doubt the point of him actually being called a human being.

Jokers rise up.

No! No! Just fucking no! You took a villain from a comic book and called your "fans" that?!?! What the fuck was you thinking? Do you think you're the first to come up with that? NO! Do you think that makes people like you? By calling them face painted freaks? Fuck, why not just call them Juggalos? Can rip off the Insane Clown Posse at the same time, or call them little Stingers to rip off another wrestler, or call them the Krusty Krew to take a page from The Simpsons clown. You have took people you're begging, crying out to for support to give your meaningless life some kind of validation, and called them what in essence is a bunch of clowns.

And you still expect them to support you?

Idiot....

That is what you are Michael, an idiot, a man with no thought in his head and just bunches buzz words like jokers and dark kingdom around to try and sound cool. Little advice here Michael, you're meant to be a good guy, saving SCW from the evils of HSI... Good guys don't have darkness, good guys have all light and sunshine. Probably stole Dark Kingdom from someone too...

I bet you're wondering why I've decided to sit here and talk about all the things you've stolen.

I'm gonna tell ya.

Are you ready?

It's because I get in to people's heads Michael, I get to see deep inside someone's mind, pick out their weaknesses, their insecurities, and I get to use them against you. Steve Ramone, his insecurity was his family after he admitted his wife cheated on him on Twitter, so I took his wife, I brought back those feelings of loneliness. With Damien Cruise, he was blind and could never see what this world is truly like, so I showed him that it's a cesspool of shit and he didn't like it. With Jon Dough, he didn't know who he was and who he is, exposing that and using it to my advantage wasn't a challenge...

But you Equinox, how I am I going to use your weakness against you? Well, I already have.

I've just told you all the things you've done, and you know why I've made this clear? Because it's proof that you have to idolize someone, because you're not strong enough as a human, as a person, as a man, to actually be yourself.

You're weak Equinox, you're weak in every fibre of your being, so you have to hide behind the mask, you have to make out you're someone else, because you are simply not good enough as a person to be accepted by anyone.

You and your life sir, is one big fraud.

That is what you are, and that is what you'll always be. No one will take the real Equinox, or Willow, or Michael Hardy or whatever your real name is, seriously, because you're a little child in a man's body, too damn scared to be his own man. That is the bones of it Equinox. You have to rip off everything you see, if not, it shows you for the sub par man that you really are.

Face it, the man behind the mask just isn't good enough to be accepted anywhere. You will always be that guy until you break the cycle, take off those shackles and be you. Until then, you will always be looked upon as a joke - more so now that people have heard my words, because a lot of eyes have been opened once more because of what I've had to say to them, a lot of people are now listening to everything I have to say and they know I'm right, you know I'm right.

That's why I asked Christian Underwood to cuff my hands on Climax Control so that I can beat you with both hands behind my back.

I'm confident I will still put an end to Equinox, but I know why Christian won't do it. I mean how embarrassing will it be for me to defeat the man Christian has put in my way to stop me from getting to him, when I have my hands cuffed behind my back?

There's me thinking Christian wanted to do all he can to stop me from getting to him. Come on Christian, stop being a pussy, and make them have me cuffed before the match, give yourself more of a fighting chance to avoid having to face me.

For once in your life, stop being a bitch Christian. Shift the odds back in to your favor because your protector needs all the help he can get.

I will hurt him Christian, how much I hurt him, depends on if you allow my request.

Equinox, May God have mercy on your soul....

... Because I won't