Let's forget Rage's little flashback bullshit, shall we? I know his promo hasn't aired yet, but come on, I know Rage! Who care who the fuck he was looking for and what happened to him on his days off. Let's be real about it, we don't have to go back two weeks for people to care. Let's go back to just a few days ago, eh? Little more recent than yours and all on the same day too.
This has been a shit few days for me, a proper shit few days. I have been tricked by my own brother. Don't worry, we'll get to that, I've been hit with a cheap shot from a bitch slapping boss, forced to work in this company that are too stupid to see real talent, and now I gotta team with this peanut headed piece of work. Fan-fucking-tastic.
My eyes glare across the made up backstage area of the Scott Airforce base, the dressing room area to be exact, right after Climax Control Ninety Four had just gone off the air. Despayre and Big B celebrate with Drake Green in the ring, hyping the crowd as the cameras go off the air. I look down at my feet, a black leather bag sits on my foot as I listen to the sounds of silence in the dressing room. I look to my left wrist, looking at my watch.
"Man, when Odette says five minutes..." I trail off, just whispering to myself.
The sound of a fist crashes against the door as it flies open, catching my attention to my left. Looking up, I see the muscular figure of Rage, already dressed in street clothes, having been at the show as a spectator, approaching me.
"Have you seen this magic man?" He addresses me, reaching to his pocket and pulling a folded piece of paper out and throwing it in my direction.
"How would I have seen it?" I ask him "I don't live in your pocket so no, I haven't seen what junk you put in there."
Seems harsh to say to a stable mate? Nope, it's just our relationship, hate is a great motivator and so is always trying to be better than the other one.
Rage huffs at me, pointing to the piece of paper that has landed on top of my bag.
"Well pick it up and read it." Rage orders.
"Piss off" I reply "Did I throw it down there? No, did you? Yes. You pick it up."
Rage grinds his teeth together, his jawbone visibly seen moving through his cheeks.
"Well fuck you then." Rage says through gritted teeth "You don't wanna see who you're facing next week, you can go fuck yourself."
My eyes widen for just a second as surprise creeps over my stony face, before narrowing as I looks towards the paper.
"First I can't leave, now he's making me work!" I say with a tone of frustration in my voice.
"You signed a contract to stay" Rage says, flashing me a smile "Well, Despy tricked you in to signing a contract. How did that make you feel to be out smarted by Despy?"
My eyes fire towards Rage, an intense look on my face.
"It's that same feeling you get when he tricks you five times a day." I snap back.
Rage responds with a middle finger to my face, then uses his forefinger to point back down at the paper. I look back towards the paper and pull it up, slowly unfolding it before looking back at Rage. A stony look crosses the Sin Of Wraths face as I turn back to the page, running my eyes over the printed out word.
"This is bullshit!" I say as I spring to my feet "I'm teaming with.... you!"
Rage nods his head slowly, looking down at me.
"Yep." He says with a firm tone, but the tone becomes more firmer "Hey! What that's supposed to mean?"
I look Rage directly in the eye, my head pushed back and shoulders up as I speak with a firm tone in response to his.
"It means I have to team with you! You! A guy who spends so much time trying to turn in to the Incredible Hulk, he forgets to have that damn thing in the match that actually helps you win... focus!" I say.
"Oh, so you're saying I take my eye off the ball?" Rage says with a calm, yet dangerous voice "And what happened with you when Christian Underwood slapped you in the mouth earlier. Was that lack of focus magic man?"
My eyes widen as a wave a finger in front of Rage's smirking face.
"That was a cheap shot from a little bitch." I respond angrily "Besides, he hit's harder than you anyway, so I don't wanna team with someone that's gonna cost me my perfect record since I've been back."
Rage lifts up a balled fist, holding it close to my face.
"Wanna see how hard I fucking hit magic man?" Rage asks with menacing tones.
"The shit I've had tonight, one more bitch slap ain't gonna hurt me!" I reply, my eyes not leaving Rage's eyes for a split second.
Rage pulls his arm back, but a hand reaches across and locks his arm around Rage's arm, preventing him from swinging it towards me. Rage flicks his head around to see Synn standing and holding his arm, having just returned from ringside. He looks towards Rage and towards me with a puzzled look crossing his face. He walks to the side of us both and looks at us in turn.
"What the hell is going on here!?" Synn yells out.
"Magic man and his big fucking mouth!" Rage snaps.
"Peanut head and his fucking temper!" I quickly snap back.
"ENOUGH!" Synn barks out loud enough to bring both Rage and I's attention to him. "What started all this?"
"Well your son keeping me in this hell hole for a start." I say with very little thought "And now this bullshit!"
I push the paper in to Synn's chest and he instictly reaches his hand up to stop it falling to the floor. He glares at me, no doubt about the son comment, but lifts the paper to face level, covering up his face from my view as he reads the words printed on the white sheet. He lowers the page revealing a very wide smile. He looks towards me first and then across to Rage, forcing us both to look back at him with curious looks.
"This is just what you two need." He says with just the left side of his lip curled up.
"The fuck it is." I reply "I don't wanna be teaming with the man who never seems to get the job done. I'm not carrying this three hundred pound dinosaur to finally get him a win. Sorry Synn, I don't carry dead weight."
Rage steps forward but Synn puts the back of his arm across Rage's chest.
"How about two hundred and thirty pounds of dead Gabriel?" Rage menacingly growls.
"Again!" Synn says firmly "That's enough. Don't you two see what a chance you have here."
"I'm worried about hurting my back carrying this dead weight." I reply, pointing a thumb towards Rage
Rage once again steps forward, but Synn stops him once more.
"What you two don't see is that this is perfect for you two right now." Synn explains "You two have been at each others throats for weeks and it's about time you two pulled together as a team and actually let some of that frustration go."
"And kick the shit out of the people who just challenged Despy?" I say sarcastically.
"Well..." Synn starts thoughtfully "That is an added bonus to this situation."
Rage turns to Synn, looking at him with a tilted head.
"Wait a fucking second" Rage says slowly "Did you set this whole thing up so that I have to team with this guy?"
Synn takes half a step back, looking at the two men in front of him. I quickly throw my hands in the air and look at Synn.
"This was all you, wasn't it?" I say whilst exhaling "Got your finger prints all over it! I should have known."
Synn bows his head, looking up at me smile, and then to Rage.
"I think you two need to do some team bonding exercises to get ready." He tells Rage, before looking back across at me "And you have one week to do so. Best of luck."
"This is...." I trail off
Before I can finish my sentence, the dressing room door swings open. Despayre stands in the doorway holding Angel in his hands.
"Despy!" I call out "I want a word with you!"
Despayre looks to his left and looks down at Angel
"Look Angel! It's Elvis Presley!" He says "We gotta go get a picture!"
Before I can move any closer to Despayre, he charges from the doorway and down the hall. I point at Synn.
"We'll finish this one later!" I say firmly before turning to Rage "Fuck team building with you peanut head, going bowling or some shit is not gonna make me wanna team with you more!"
I quickly move past Rage and out in to the hallway as the scene fades out.
Walking through the hotel lobby alone, where The Seven Deadly Sins, as well as other SCW stars have chosen to stay after Climax Control. My eyes dart around the reception area, where other SCW stars happily sign autographs for people who ask. I look to the left hand side, finally seeing the one person I've been looking for since Climax Control ended.
"Despy!" I yell across the crowded area.
The figure of Despy, turns his back to me, reaching in to his pocket and pulling something out. I start to push my way through the crowd and toward where I saw Despayre standing. I reach the smaller figure and turn him around, to see a man wearing glasses, with a huge nose and a bushy mustache. I look to his hands to see a teddy bear, also with glasses, a huge nose and a smaller, yet busy mustache.
"What the hell are you wearing, Despy?" I ask.
"Who ez thezzzz Despy, you ez speaking of?" He replies in a weird accent.
"I'm talking to you, and Angel." I reply pointing at the bear in his hand.
"Dezzz is An-GEL." He says in a Spanish style accent.
As my patience runs out, I remove the glasses from Angel's furry face, and quickly from Despayre's too, the nose and mustache coming away with the glasses. Despayre brightly smiles at me.
"Oh, hey Gabriel." He says cheerfully "When did you get here?"
I roll my eyes at Despayre, shaking my head.
"This isn't the times for games Despy." I start "I wanna know why the hell you screwed me over and kept me working for this place."
Despayre points to a row of chairs nearby
"Please, step in to my office." He says with a nod "And feel free to take a seat, any seat."
I breathe deeply, moving to where Despayre pointed and sit on a seat as he squats in front of me, like a coach about to give a team talk to his players.
"So, what is the problem?" Despayre asks.
"The problem is I don't wanna work in SCW anymore and I don't care how much cherry coke Christian Underwood gave you to keep me here, I want you to find me a way out. Why would you do something to make me unhappy."
Despayre rubs his chin, looking at me through his pale eyes.
"Gabriel." He starts "People in your situation need security. They need a job and this is a job you love to do, because you like making people boo."
I tilt my head in thought.
"I do like annoying the hell out of people." I say with my head still tilted. "What do you mean my situation?"
Despayre stands up straight
"Doesn't matter." He says "But did you even read the contract?"
I scratch my head, my fingers flicking my hair backwards
"No." I start "I was so annoyed and blind sided that you did this to me, that I never read it."
"You should read it." Despayre advices "You get lots of time off, which you will probably need to take soon, considering everything."
"Considering what?" I ask.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOA!" Despayre says pointing behind me "Godzilla's come to visit me! Remember I met him once!"
I turns my head, looking in the direction Despayre points to, not knowing what to expect.
"That's just a fat chick." I reply, turning my head back. "Ummm, Despy?"
I look around to see Despayre has gone from my sight. My eyes scan through the lobby to see a strange looking lamp. The body of Despayre is seen with a lampshade over his head, and Angel in his fingers. I stand up walking towards the lamp and stopping in front of it.
"This isn't over Despy." I whisper "This one has to be continued written all over it."
I walk away from the lamp and Despayre takes the shade of his head, looking down at Angel.
"Think he knew it was us?" He asks as the scene fades.
And now we're at the part where O has blow her top. You should know by now that there's always more to every story and there's always more than what meets the eye. You should also know that I'm the king of telling a good story with others.
Anyway, back to the hotel room we go.
Silence covers the penthouse where I stand with Synn, Rage, Despayre and of course Angel. My eyes look at the bear clutched between Despayre's thin fingers.
"What do you mean I'm in for a treat?" I puff out past my angry look "My wife just flipped out and tore me a new one for no fucking reason."
I reach in to my pocket, pulling out a twenty dollar bill and passing it to Despayre.
"Call that an advance on the swear jar because I'll be swearing for fun now." I mumble.
Rage approaches me, his hand on my shoulder as he looks down at me, trying hard to hide his menacing smile.
"Well, at least we know who wears the pants in this one." He says, unable to control his laughter.
I spin around, looking at Rage.
"Why don't you shut the fuck up before I take your peanut shaped head and ram it right up your own arse!" A yell out. "You know what? Fuck this!"
I turn away from Rage, moving towards the door. I reach down, grabbing the silver handle and opening it, walking with purpose through the door and slamming it hard behind me. I lean my back to the door, breathing deeply as I try to prevent the anger from rushing over my body. I breathe deeper once more as I turn my head, listening for distant voices. I turn and walk to the left as two female voices become clearer to me, one being the voice of my wife Odette. I turn the corner of the hall to see Fantasia and Odette sitting at a little seating area, where a sofa and three arm chairs, covered in red velvet adorn the hall. Both Fantasia and Odette look towards me, my upper body still naked. Fantasia stands up from her arm chair and moves towards me.
"This is not gonna help." She softly says.
"I don't have a name tag, I'm not here to help" I unfairly snap back "But I do need to speak to my wife right now."
"Gabriel." Fantasia starts.
"Right.... now!" I reply back firmer.
"It's ok." Odette's Australian accent says "We need to talk anyway."
Fantasia rolls her shoulders back and moves past me, tapping me on the shoulder as she passes. I look at Odette, looking away from me as an awkward silence drifts over us.
"What the fuck did I do to get fucking chewed out in front of everyone?" I ask aggressively "You sit there, ready go and just speak so much shit towards me."
"It's not..." Odette tries to explain.
"How about putting a damn sock in it and let me speak for a damn change." I yell out.
Odette looks around at me, her eyes widen, and jaw tight.
"You knew I was going out, I told you to come out with us but no, you basically sat there and blamed me just so you could start a fight when I got in. What the fuck runs through your damn head at times is beyond me!" I say as I point to my head to emphasize the point "Holier than thou my arse O! Where the fuck do you get off making me look like a dick when I've done nothing wrong. I've had a shit night, a really shit night, and you wanna pile on more shit to me! What the fuck?"
Odette stands up and looks at me
"You've been a stone cold bitch lately, and I don't mean on camera!" I say firmly "You've been a complete and utter arsehole off camera too! Your moods have been out of control lately and I'm sick to fucking death of putting up with it!"
Odette doesn't say a word as she looks at me.
"Complaining about me gambling with Misty because she put you through hell?" I say with a questionable tone "OUR money? No, my money! There's your money you spend on shoes and shit, there's my money that I spend on whatever I want, and there's the money in the joint account for US! I wasn't spending our money, I was gambling mine and I fucking won! It's not that I lost anything at all, but hey. you can just sit there and sling shit at me. I just got forced to stay somewhere I don't want to be, but feel free to use that against me too!"
Odette opens her mouth to speak but I cut her off.
"Oh, I'm not done yet. I could go on all night about this bullshit." I say firmly "I am going through hell here in SCW because I don't wanna be here and you're meant to be the supportive wife, but nope, you just add to all the horse shit that's going on, and why?"
I run my fingers through my hair, looking angrily at Odette.
"What the fuck has brought on this damn mood of yours?" I ask "Is it because you're not in the ring anymore?"
Odette places her hands on her hips and looks at me with a tilted head.
"Are you done now?" Odette says softly.
"I could go on all night." I reply
"Well stop asking me fucking questions and not letting me answer them!" Odette yells out.
"Oh here we go again, big time mood swing." I say with a roll of my eyes. "Just fucking typical of you lately."
"You wanna know why I'm moody lately?" Odette yells back "And no, it's not because I'm not in the ring, because I can't be in the ring!"
Odette stares at me, looking deep in to my eyes.
"It's because I'm pregnant!" Odette yells out.
I stand silently, staring at Odette, letting the news sink in.
"You're pregnant?" I mumble out.
"Yeah." Odette says stepping closer to me "That's why I've been moody lately."
"We're gonna be parents..." I softly say.
"That's what pregnant usually means" Odette says sarcastically.
A smile crosses my face as I put my arms around Odette and hold her close to me.
"Couldn't you have just told me without the bitchiness?" I ask.
"Nope." Odette replies "It's not exactly an easy thing to get your head around at first."
I kiss Odette on the forehead and hold her close to me.
"We should tell the family" Odette says as she points down the hall.
"I get the feeling that the bear already knows" I reply "He seems to know everything."
Odette nods in agreement as I move my hands down her arms and take hold of her hands, leaning in and kissing her softly on the lips, pulling her close.
"I love you" I whisper to Odette.
"I love you too" Odette replies, smiling from her cheek bones
I turn to stand next to her.
"Ok, let's go tell them that we're gonna be parents." I say with a smile.
Odette looks up at me and nods as we walk down the hallway and the scene fades out
R.O.A.R... Rebels On A Rampage....
Really?
That's the absolute best you two could come up with. Talk about a shallow gene pool in that family if that's seriously the best you had. The name alone can tell a lot about you two. Let's start with the word rebel. It's defined as someone who likes to stand against authority, to fight for what they believe in and fuck the consequences.
Who have you two clowns ever rebelled against?
See, that's what's sitting there in my mind. James Dean, the movie star from all those years ago, he played a rebel once,you two are no James Dean. So again, what have you two ever rebelled against? Instantly, you've made a poor attempt to hide behind a name with no meaning, therefore, no respect will be heading your way.
Rampage...
A course of violent, frenzied behavior or action...
Even you two idiots can see where I'm gonna go with this one, because if you don't, then it's time for you to just go, go do manual labor where people tell you what to do. Not once have I ever see you two act remotely violent, or frenzied.
Bottom line, you're lying to these people by just giving yourself that name. Now, I'm expecting you to go all out and tell people you're gonna beat Rage and I, that you're going to go out there and win because that's what you two do....
Wrong!
How are they meant to believe a word when you said, when you two can't even live up to your own team name. Sorry fellas, they're now against you. Having said that, they haven't been really behind you in a long time, have they Jeremiah?
Fans have long memories.... I have a long memory "Big Tiger". I have a very long memory. I remember that day when everyone read the card for a supercard main event, I remember everyone looking to the main event and I remember the build up. I remember three staff members fighting for the people they wanted in the main event, so everyone got their way and if I remember right, you was Christian Underwood's choice. Goes to show Christian couldn't judge a good person if that person was a saint, because you let him down, didn't you? No promo work, no apology to the fans, just up and left after a man in power gave you the chance to fight for what you deserved, and you choked! People would have give their right arm to be in that match and you choked, your bottle went and you chased right after it and disappeared faster than a cake in front of a fat man.
You disgraced yourself that day, I don't even know how your uncle can even wrestle with you at all knowing that you had a chance to make your family proud and you ran away instead.
Brave little ex military man ran away from a title shot, and people trusted you with a gun and trusted you to defend their country and you ran like a coward bitch from a heavyweight title shot.
Seen braver cowards.
You can't come out in front of your bunch of comrades and try and be all big and tough when you know deep down inside that you have run in the past.
This is one you should run from, because this one is bigger than your title match that you shit your pants at, because this one has me in it and well, I don't lose. Even carrying that three hundred pound weight on my shoulders, I don't lose.
Sitting whining on Twitter calling me emo isn't gonna help you to win, Steve Ramone tried that, Steve Ramone got his arse handed to him. Threat all you want behind a computer screen big man, we'll see who's boot tattoos who's face on Sunday.
And now we move on to your uncle.
Hey Uncle Sebastian, did you teach him how to be a pussy or was that from the other side of the family? I mean you're a big fella, ever run away from anything like your little nephew has? Just trying to figure out if this is a family trait so I can have a taxi on the meter so when you two don't show up, I can just get the fuck out of Texas.
I wouldn't be holding too much hope of this being a tag team match considering who you're teaming with there, but you seem like you have more heart than he does, more respect, a lot more sense in that melon sized head of yours so from you, I expect a fight, I expect you to stand up and at least try. Problem is, while I'm tap dancing on nephews face, you gotta put up with Rage. I think you've seen how easy it is to make Rage angry and by the time he gets down to that ring, he's gonna think you slapped his momma and take you to pieces.
Yeah, I'm the one with the mouth, I get in to your head, Rage just likes to smash peoples heads open. Don't be too brave against him if you want to have a long SCW career because I'm telling ya, that boy of yours is really gonna get your in trouble. Serious trouble because he won't shut up. Not sure how you put up with him, I really don't.
So, which one of you geniuses came up with the plan to challenge The Bosom Buddies again? This must prove your level of intelligence there because they beat you once, they will beat you again and again and again. Fair enough you want gold but Despy and Big B have been the champs for a long time and I don't think that will be changing for a long, long time.
That's of course if they accept and Rage and I actually let you get that far. My week ended up better than it started as you've already seen but frustration still burns in me from last Sunday and I plan on taking it out on you two. Rage is more than happy to take out frustration on anyone who looks at him funny. You two will be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
We will end this obsession with Tiger names, we will end your dreams of being in line for a title shot, we will make sure that people start to see you both for who you are.
I used to have tigers as pets, I know they can be tamed and you two will be on Sunday.
May God have mercy on your souls R.O.A.R....
...Cause Rage and I will not!
