Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
Welcome to SCW Community Forums. We hope you enjoy your visit.


You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free.


Join our community!


If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:

Username:   Password:
Add Reply
Samantha Stevens vs. Caleb Andrews
Topic Started: Jul 4 2007, 07:53 PM (203 Views)
Mr. D
Member Avatar
The SCW Owner and Leader of the Nation of Moderation
[ *  *  * ]
Teaser to be added later...

3 RP Limit
Deadline: 11:59 pm EST on Saturday, July 14, 2007
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Samantha Stevens
Unregistered

Cue flashback worthy film stock...

Children laughing...that's all that can be heard. Chatter, laughing...kids running around everywhere. About twenty kids all around the age of six, all holding hula hoops and running around a plain looking living room area. All of the furniture in the room had been moved or pushed over to one corner, leaving a rug and a couch as the only furniture that could be used. Adults in the home were curious as to what things the children might get their hands on or knock over, so they didn't take any chances.

”Children, come on into the backyard! We're going to have cake and then Jamie's going to open her presents! Everyone wants cake, right?”

The thunderous rumble of forty little feet running across the wooden floor was impressive. The children were ushered out, and seated around a large circular table. The place settings, totally decked out in Care Bear style were set for each and every child. A special chair had been set up at one end, with “JAMIE” written across the top of it. After a few petty six-year-old arguments everyone got seated except for a chair to Jamie's left.

”Mommy! Where's Samantha? I can't have cake without her!”

And with that proclamation, Jamie sat in her chair with a frown, arms folded. Her mother, who's hair was frazzled and looked as if the bags under her eyes had spawned new bags...went back into the house in search of the missing child.

”Samantha! Samantha Stevens, where are you?”

She found Samantha parked in front of the fifty gallon fish tank. The short, pig tailed little girl – just pushing six years old was lost in the swirling waters of the aquarium. She had been to the Boston Aquarium with her Mom and Dad a few months ago and she had been mystified by the creatures of the sea... she had been drawn to the well lit fishes and guppies that were in the tank.

”Oh thank goodness... Samantha, come on. Jamie is refusing to blow out the candles on her birthday cake until you come out and sit next to her and help her blow them out.”

”But...I don't want to...I want to make sure the fishes are okay. Can I take one of them with me?”

The woman ushered Samantha from the aquarium, and out the door...

”Honey, you know that once the party is over and you and Jamie are ready for sleep tonight, you can help me feed the fishes in the tank. Don't I always let you?”

Samantha stopped and nodded, looking up at Jamie's Mom with tears in her eyes...

”You mean, they're not coming to get me again today?”

Her parents had done this many times, depending on the McLaren's for babysitters, while going on benders of their own and then hitting up the casinos or the dog tracks. Susie McLaren was a god send to Samantha, more of a mother figure to her than she ever had from her own mother. Susie scooted Samantha back outside to the party and they both took their places at the table. Samantha right at Jamie's side, and Susie positioned so that she could take the five rolls of film that she was had bought at Bradlees.

Back to present day...

The punch to the face that this memory brought was pretty sobering. These were memories of her childhood that she didn't think about anymore...the only things that crossed her mind much these days were the horrible memories...the terrible ones... After her match against David Miller on Wednesday, she was able to track down where Jamie was...where she had been trying to get in touch with her from... Portland, Maine's Mercy Hospital. Jamie had begun leaving her messages from her room on Monday, and her mother had been able to track down Samantha's cell phone number by calling Samantha's own mother.

Samantha had rushed out of Pittsburgh on a flight that got her into Portland on Thursday night...taking a cab from the hospital and then running full speed into the facilities Oncology Center. Cancer...fucking cancer. Samantha felt as if this was a punch to the gut that she hadn't been able to quite recover from since she had heard spoken with Susie. End stage cervical cancer? Was she joking? Jamie...was only twenty-five years old...

Samantha arrived amid the flurry of hustle and bustle that a Cancer Ward brings... confused as she walked in Samantha went to the desk to track the McLaren's down.


Susie: “Samantha! Samantha, oh my God...thank goodness you're here.”

Samantha: “Susie...”

They embrace, tears streaming down Susie's face...

Susie: “Samantha, I'm so glad you're here. I know you and Jamie haven't been as close as you were when you were little...but when it started to get to the end...you were the only person she was asking for. I know that you have a lot on your plate right now...but she doesn't have much time left. The doctor's are saying that she's pretty lucky for her to even still be here.”

Samantha: “How does someone so damn young get any sort of end-stage cancer? She's twenty-four for God sakes! I...I just don't get it...”

Susie looked at Samantha and sighed deeply.

Susie: “Well, she got screened last year during her last year at Emerson, after she having some cramping that wouldn't stop...and turns out that it's cancer...and more importantly, that it's in stage 3. Metastasized to the liver...and that was the end of that. She graduated in May, got sicker in June...and now... This is where we're at. The doctor's are pretty sure that it'll be any day. That's when it started...she started asking for Samantha, and wouldn't listen about how much you have going on...but she kept insisting... I..I had to call you. I'm really sorry...”

Susie slowly broke into tears...hugging Samantha close to her body. Moments passed by, and soon they were walking down the hall toward Jamie's room. There were machines beeping everywhere...families of people sitting around beds of unconscious people, hooked up to respirators. The smell of death hung in the air... it made Samantha sick to her stomach. The television in room 313 was on...you could hear it out in the hall. As they walked into the room, a thin, frail looking woman lay in the bed. A man, about fifty years old, stood up and greeted the both of them.

Susie: “Samantha, this is Ed. He's my husband. He's Jamie's stepfather.”

The man extended his hand and they both shook hands.

Ed: “Samantha, we're very glad you could make it. We couldn't have lived with ourselves if we didn't make an attempt to get you in to see Jamie.”

Samantha: “Mrs. McLaren... I didn't hesitate.”

A few hours later Jamie's parents decided it was a good time for the to go out and run some errands...they had spent the last 75 hours, the entire amount of time during this specific hospital stay on constant watch for Jamie to say anything to them. Samantha just sat there, staring off into space..and Jamie just lay there...not saying a word.

Samantha: “I don't know how we've gotten here. I mean, when I went to BU I didn't do a good job of keeping in touch. We just drifted apart...but...”

Time began to pass by, Samantha just sat there and stared...but to keep her mind free of the grief and guilt in the air, Caleb was all that was coming into her brain. She couldn't shake it...

This past Wednesday had shaken her to the core, not from her match against Miller. The win was something that was in the back seat to her...she relished the win, but it was her conversation with Calli Bennett that shook her to the core. What Calli has been going through had been in her mind...but she had ignored it really. That issue was between her and Xander. Everyone in the New Blood Rebellion had something happening with them. Damien had his match again CHBK... Calli was showing that the Women's Title didn't mean much...she's going for the United States Title. Xander is fighting against Jason Wheeler...and hell, c'mon now, he once again has the World Heavyweight Title. That's where the three of them are. They're fighting to uphold the name – New. Blood. Rebellion. They're going out and showing the rest of this God forsaken group of wrestlers why the NBR is running strong throughout SCW. You would think that Samantha and Caleb would be in their own respective matches, furthering SCW's perception of them as a stronghold.

None of this is happening...

Instead Samantha and Caleb are fighting each other, with Samantha not sure if she's the pawn in this elusive game of chess. At one of the end of the table, you have Xander Valentine. The leader and most time ruler of the New Blood. Then you have Caleb Andrews at the other side. You can't call him second in command...he's just like each one of us...an equal. This is what Samantha found so endearing...not knowing if she had made the right decision to join NBR, Samantha had found solace in Caleb. He was a protector, a sort of big brother to her... and at a time in her life that she needed it the most. When Samantha made the change from Majestic to SCW, she didn't have a friend in the world.

And just then Samantha' s mind jolted...

When was it going to be enough? When would she have had enough?


Early Friday Morning...

The last few hours had been hard on everyone...before the last time she was hospitalized, Jamie had signed a form barring the hospital from using any heroic measures on her behalf in order to aid her in keeping her body alive. It was a waiting game, and everyone knew it. Samantha only had about twelve hours before she needed to hope on a plane and jet over to JFK Airport. Samantha had awoken around 4am, with a coat thrown over her. Ed was sitting in another plastic chair, pointed directly at the television.

Ed: “So when do you have to head to “House that Greed Built?”

Samantha smiled, and shook her head.

Samantha: “Oh God I know. I once swore, when I was fifteen, that I would never...in a million years walk into that building. I mean...when you're from Maine...you just don't do stuff like that, right? Well...a decade later, I guess I could stomach if for one day, right?”

Samantha laughed for the first time in a day and a half...which helped lift the fog for a few minutes. It was helpful to talk about anything else besides Jamie and wrestling. Unbelievably hard, considering the circumstances.

...4:30 am

Sitting a the second pew from the front, Samantha had decided that a trip to the top floor Chapel couldn't hurt things. Never being too religious she decided that the most peaceful place that she could find was going to be the Chapel. It never closed it doors, unlike the Cafeteria.

::speaking very quietly::
Samantha: “Everything I've experienced these last few days has been a trial. I've had to come to terms with the death of a dear, dear friend. Someone who's been a friend to me before the deepest, darkest times in my life occurred. With the McLaren family, that is what felt like home. I feel as though this experience has helped me turn a tide for both myself, and my career...in time. I've been trying to think of a way to justify my fight against Caleb. In what way can I but it to myself that will make me feel any better about what I'm going to do.

Samantha looks toward the sky.

Well, Caleb. This fight is for the greater good. Now, I know what you'll think...that this fight has so many more consequences than just that. Things that I just don't understand. And in your brain...you would be correct. I don't understand why this has happened...but you know what? I'm damn sure that it's going to have an end. In my mind's eye, I'm just doing what I've been told. In the long run, in whatever turn this rift takes...I'm sure that we are all going to be better for it. No matter what the outcome. The New Blood Rebellion is a group. A fucked up little family, that looks after each other... but a family nonetheless. I refuse to put any other label on it, we're not a gang...and we're certainly not a fucking stable. That is what I believe, and that is how I wish it to be.

I'm going to win Caleb. That's not going out on a limb and making a blind choice...I've got a lot riding on this, and my prime focus will be on you in a little under eight hours. That's all I'm going to need. Focusing my energies and attention in your direction is going to be the key to all of our problems. We do need to end this Caleb...you know full well, that no matter what happens after this...you and I will be okay. Friends. But I need to prove to everyone, including myself that with drive I can accomplish what I need to.

Being here this last day, has been a sobering look at what I have taken for granted. I'm sick and tired of being so sick and tired. What am I? A lazy bitch, someone who can't even bring themselves to clean up after themselves and have to hire help. A crazy bitch, someone who was being delusional...I mean, I actually saw and conversed in public with a figment of my fucking imagination. I began to think that I was going crazy...should I commit myself to a facility? A place that doles out medication and keeps you from feeling anything at all. That just makes you feel numb. I'm done with all of that, and I finally believe it's time.


Samantha was started by the sudden toll of the chapel's bell. The sound itself was unbelievably all its own. It must be about five o'clock...

::a hand touched Samantha's shoulder:: Ed: “Samantha...”

Samantha's shoulders sunk down sharply, and she began to cry. Sniffling and sobbing echoed throughout the Chapel.

And she was gone...
Quote Post Goto Top
 
The Blood Diamond
Advanced Member
[ *  *  * ]
[align=center][---- How I’m Remembered ----]

"Perfection is by its very nature corrupt… and is false. The very idea that something can be truly without flaw and without peer in every single regard is unlikely… and to have everyone agree on this flawlessness is simply not realistic. Everyone has different tastes… and I have tasted so very many. Perfection is what we all hope we will encounter… we don’t just want the best job, the flashiest car and the beautiful partner… we want more… we want the absolute best. We all want it… but we don’t all get it.”

Caleb Andrews rests calmly on the black leather coach in his apartment. Wearing little more than jean pants with no shirt on , he reclines in the comfort of an open fire, a glass of red wine in his hand. His body language is relaxed, his expression one of calculated content. We can see no trace of any injury on his body as he moves freely showing no remorse for the match he just endured.

“Instead we settle for something less… we settle for something ugly, something broken or something cheap. We may have our treasures, that man we hold at night may seem like he is the one… the condo we have just bought may have cost millions and the engagement ring may feel like it belongs… we may convince ourselves want nothing more… but deep down inside we know that we have simply abandoned our dreams.”

He stretches, even that simple gesture of cockiness that still abides in the air, never breaking eye contact with us as he slowly uncoils himself from his seat and moves across the room. Barefoot he pads silently past the fire and into the bedroom.

“Well not me. I will not ignore what I crave… I will not look past what I want and I will not refuse my own desires just because they are seemingly unobtainable. I am not prepared to settle for second best… I want it all and I want it now. Perfection is not a state of purity, it is decadence layered upon decadence until all that be conceived of it is total unrestrained greed. Why should I not be allowed that? Why should I not get what I need? They say I have it all, I say bullshit. I want more and I will take it.”

Caleb takes a white tee shirt and pulls it over his head, taking his time to adjust it before slipping on a pair of black steel toe boots.

“It may sound cruel… it may sound selfish… but ask yourself if you think I care before you bother to waste your time judging me. I will do whatever and whoever I want in order to reach my dream and you my little darling Samantha are just another stepping stone to my future.”

Caleb moves out of the room and retrieves his car keys from the table, giving the room one last look before heading out of the door and closing it behind him.

“Poor Samantha. I know I should feel bad about what I have done… all the pain I have had my own brotherhood cause. I know I should feel remorse now that the consequences of my actions are more and more evident with each slash of your wrists… I understand that I am meant to be disgusted with my pursuit of greed at the expense of your career. You are left with nothing… you lost your faith because of me… you have been left to rot by your family and friends… and now you walk into a war you will not be able to walk out of.”

There is a flash and we are taken back to the days before Breakdown, before Rise To Greatness… where Andrews walks away from Stevens , but hesitates. As Samantha turns her back on the one who was to guide. As Andrews holds Stevens back from helping Xander out when it was needed. We are back in the tower block again now… Caleb stepping out of a lift and walking towards the parking area.

“I know as I sit Sunday night with a glass of wine, with a box of chocolates and with a smile on my face I should feel remorse… as your blood leaks out over the edges of the ring and your cute life drips away I should have a tear in my eye… But I won’t. I couldn’t care less Samantha. I will happily watch you fight until the last drop of blood has been squeezed from your body… knowing you have no hope of a future and no chance of a redemption. You do have only one thing left in your life Samantha… and that is my pity.”

Before he steps through the doors he pauses and turns to look back at us, his lips pursed as he thinks over his last words. Then he smiles, the sweet smile we have come to expect, The smile over deceit but truth.

“Does it hurt when I talk to you like that Samantha? Do my words of truth cause you pain?”

He allows his smile to stay in place as he steps through the door into the car lot where his rental car sits. He pops the door open on the 2003 fuschia red Honda Accord. He steps in and slams the door shut, the window rattles just a bit but is still fully intact.

“My mouth is not the only one here who is capable of using the truth… and twisting it like a knife. You all see the mighty Xander Valentine and quake with fear… I see my equal obsessing about some dumb legacy instead of doing what I seem to be a mirror image of. And so I came across you Samantha… and saw my chance to remind Xander what is more important. Samantha, you are nothing, just a whim… just a moment that I chose to reinvent for my own gain… you are not and would never be worthy of my full attention Samantha… but then few people are. You were just a handy prop to use I am afraid Samantha… nothing more… just a pawn with a attitude and without the wits to realize when you were being played. It was my idea to let you on the inside of New Blood”

Caleb checks his mirror to make sure everything is clear to make his way onto to the arena.

“And speaking of getting played… now begins the next step in my game to get what I want from Xander. It is my move you see… my turn to raise the stakes. You see all men, no matter how fucked up and no matter how deranged and twisted are one and the same. He is just a ego with delusions of grandeur… he may think he is still at the table… he may presume to be important… but he is simply a fake paint job that is good at taking long breaths. His ‘attack’ earlier was perfectly planned. After the pay per view… Who knows what I will kick in the air. People aim for gold , But aim for a cause , and I’m jumping past the pawn right for the king …. But not for his treasure , not for his land … but for his dignity”

He pulls up to a red light, but wants to ignore it. Then it comes. Several pedestrians running to move out of the way as he roars right thorough it, veering out over the sidewalk to avoid a collision as he races into the distance.

“Any game has losers, and this one will have many… … and I am keen to test that theory. Take a look at history Samantha , I am undefeated when it came down to when it mattered most. I have beaten The best at the top of their game. I ruined Saviors little Triple Title Reign. I have beaten Wheeler who is considered to be the best option for a World Champion. I have beaten Riddick when I first put my foot into this company , The former World Champ The Real Speed had felt what I can do in the ring. And have successfully defended my belt vs. three men when I was in the spotlight. But it just isn’t enough I could smell the failure in you and so you became the final piece of the puzzle, the final card in my winning hand… and this week I get my chance to reveal it.

You can whine and you can cry Samantha… you can lie to yourself and say that Caleb is just toying with you for his own sake… but the truth is I don’t care about you one bit. I have been obsessed with Xander not you, And know that it comes clear, I hope it opens up your eyes Sammy. You don’t matter… and if you finally just slipped away into your bucket then we really wouldn’t notice. Does it hurt ? Does it make you ache inside to hear it?”


The car screeches around a corner. He is just right down the road from his selected destination

“Good. I want it to hurt Sammy… I want it to hurt so badly that you are incapable of escaping that pain… until the anger and the humiliation become so intense that all you have left is your own self loathing… and then? Well then Mrs. Stevens you finally become useful. Blood will always be split to gain the things we want… mine is no different… yours however… will be run dry.”

“When there is nothing left of you except that pain you will lash out… you will exist to hurt… and to destroy. You will never quit, you will never run from the pain… you have nothing to lose… you have nothing left to give than your everything… you will meet me in the ring with your pain eclipsing my legacy and you will fight and fight and fight and then? And then… then you are perfect. Just like me

One year into this business now Samantha , and only Four men have the honor to say that they beat Caleb Andrews. Adam Riddick , Michael Carrington, Das Unger, and Count Colby Proof. You cost me the Dresser Boys match , and now it time to feel how the tides turn Samantha.

But remember this

The Blood Diamond

Is one of kind

Caleb Andrews

Is also

It‘s How I‘m Remembered”
[/align]
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
ZetaBoards - Free Forum Hosting
Free Forums. Reliable service with over 8 years of experience.
« Previous Topic · Rise to Greatness 2007 · Next Topic »
Add Reply

Etavarium Theme created by Zeus00 and converted by Wolt of the ZetaBoards Theme Zone