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Jason Wheeler vs. Xander Valentine; SCW Championship Match
Topic Started: Jun 29 2007, 11:19 PM (282 Views)
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My first RP; Good luck Wheeler.

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OOC: Xander sorry its taking so long. I will have at least one more up before 11 pm tomorrow. Best of luck bud

Also, to best understand this, read the promos written by Xander and I the week following Rise to Greatness.

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History... it can be altered by the higher powers to suit their needs. Lies can be constructed to lead the masses like sheep to a certain mental state. Perhaps in time, the world will color the history of the epic battles that were SCW’s Rise to Greatness. But no matter what the next millennia of changes bring, the true events that took place 365 days ago will never pass. I remember it as if it were happening again right before my eyes... NO! We are NOT going into a flashback. The past is no longer important. The past has been the journey. The journey that has culminated in a moment... this moment. When I can stand in the ring face to face with Xander Valentine. When I can finally dismiss the last part of the Wheeler of old. Three hundred and sixty five days ago began my era of redemption. Every day a battle, harder than the last, and now the hardest one of all awaits. I have never been more ready.

Ready to take the last step. That last bit before he could bid Adieu to the days when the world looked upon him as a passe, archaic superstar whose time in the spotlight had come and gone. They saw through their own ignorance the apparently ‘winding down’ of Jason Wheeler’s career. The last step, when it was taken, would prove that Wheeler may not be as young as he once was, but his career was far from over. His time at the top was anything but finished. The last step, his first defeating of Xander Valentine, would show this to the world.

I remember those old days before Xander Valentine halted my career. He took away the unified SCW title from me. Why? I have asked God why he allowed that to happen. Why did I fall two years ago. But wait... two years on the top... two years at the bottom. How odd... so what does the next two years hold for me, now? Moving to the middle? Not bloody likely. Over my dead body will I go through another year, two years, whatever, being any other place other than where I belong. And where I belong, as I have said time and time again, is at the helm of SCW.

It’s not just because I know I have once again become an elite of SCW. It is not just because I know that if it is a contest man to man that I can defeat Xander as likely as he can defeat me. Nor is it just because I believe that fate has already decided that my trials and tribulations have led to this heavenly moment of cathartic glory. No... I believe that SCW has been led by one freak after the other. At the risk of sounding like a vain man, look at the faces who have tarnished the SCW title in recent history. I mean that literally. Look at their faces. Look at them!

Greg Cherry... Christ he looks as if a car ran over his face, stopped, and then hit reverse just to do it all again. I mean compared to the current and the other former champion, he is the only one who actually doesn’t try to be hideous, yet seems to pull it off naturally. His near six month reign as SCW champion made me want to shower the floor with my vomit. My biggest problem lied in the fact that he had no talent. He simply had luck, and now that his mind had left him, Cherry would experience what I had to go through the last two years. The only difference is that Greg Cherry’s fall, long overdue, is not going to end. Cherry’s time at the top... his lucky ride... is over.

Dillusion... another example of luck. A flash in the ban, to be sure, but he WAS SCW champion. No amount of wishing will change that. He was sadly no better than Greg’s lack of beauty. Let’s be fair, he never showed anyone his face. He wore all that make up like he was at a KISS concert. It was a damn shame that someone who seemed to be talented decided to treat the world like it were Halloween. Now... where is he? Gone. Faded into the dark. The fans moved past the mask. The fans moved past his soap opera like romance with Epiphany... the fans have forgotten Dillusion. But now... his master is the holder of the SCW Title... and my third case.


Xander Valentine... three words. Fall From Grace. Losing to Christian Savior... Greg Cherry... CHBK... Men I have defeated time and time again, proves that I can be his better now. Where it is true that the last month has seen me lose tragically, but come now, I have been anything but one hundred percent. Something was wrong with my ‘medication’. And yet... drinking from Demeter gave me clarity, even if for a short time. So... the problem was in the blood. The packets were not working. Only real blood was. I have since found a... shall we say ‘reliable source’ for my headaches and pain. Enough of this, this part isn’t about me. This is about Xander. Just like the others... luck. Luck in the last few encounters has kept his undefeated streak against me. He has never pinned me or made me submit except for that one time two years ago... and they say a lot can happen in a day... try two years. His face as SCW Champion is anything but flattering for the title. His hair is a mess. He is never groomed. He looks like a damn beer swelling biker. Wrestling... it has and it always be a gentleman’s sport. There is honor to it even though we hurt each other. The champion above all should have a face worthy of being the top fighter. The kind of man the kids can look up to and idolize. The kind the women cry for and the men strive to be like. Xander is no such men. Indeed, his very visage corrupts people of all societies by establish a false status quo of what a champion should like. Him, Cherry, AND Dillusion are to blame. Together, their reigns have taken the majority of the last year regarding the SCW title. I could never let that go on, now could I?

So, after a year of rehearsing my plan, and watching the SCW title get further and further into filth, I saw my chance nearly ruined by the battle royale at Taking Hold of the Flame. My point... my very purpose seemed to have been over. Xander was supposed to defeat Greg Cherry, but he could not. As for me, well what happened has been repeated time and time again. So... my fate seemed to have been sealed and I believed there was no purpose for me anymore.

With nothing left, there came in me the first traits of weakness... or was it cowardice... or perhaps it was both. Whatever it was, I decided then and there that I had nothing left to live for and decided at that point to end my life. This is where Act One will start off, so I feel it is necessary to bring you up to speed.

The only hard part was figuring out how to go about killing myself. I mean it’s one thing to fantasize about ending it all. It’s a very different thing to actually do it. You must understand, I had not discovered why the headaches had returned, so I was lost on top of the fact that my plans, and all my hard work had seemed for naught. Nothing seemed even the least bit significant. It was like being trapped in a room of darkness with no discernable path to get out. Well no way except one. I took it, or at least attempted to take it.

When I decided my method, I took it with little hesitation. With nary a word, I did my deed and prepared to die. God, it seemed, had a different plan. He spared my life and continued to prolonge my pain. Why? The answer came a week later with the announcement that I, Jason Wheeler, would indeed face the new SCW Champion at Rise to Greatness. That was when I knew that my destiny was still at hand. I knew that my time to defeat Xander and become the man in the spotlight once more had come.

For you see, it was not Oleksa who was granting me my destiny, no no. That was God. God was working there. He did not want me to die. He wanted me to main event Rise to Greatness and indeed rise to greatness, myself.

So... Xander Valentine... can you defeat a man who is your equal... yes. You most certainly can. But can you defeat a man who is blessed and sent by God almighty?

The answer... is no.

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Act One:
Deadly Intentions
The Night Following Taking Hold of the Flame


‘Poor Jason’

Demeter had been repeating the thought throughout the entire car ride as she drove quietly. It was raining. It had rained all day. She would have been quick to point out the symbolism of the weather’s condition in relation to her lover’s, but her mind was focused on getting back to the apartment as fast as she could. Sadly, CATS hadn’t been the same since Jason’s contract had expired and he had left to focus on wrestling again. Though he had promised to return in time, Demeter strongly doubted it that Wheeler would return to his role of Munkustrap anytime soon.

She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had that feeling one gets that gnaws away at you all day. Even when she took the stage, it was gnawing away at her. It was bugging the holy hell out of her, and she wasn’t going to be content until she could talk with her lover.

As she turned towards the apartment, a small shiver came over her. Her anxiety over the ominous feeling of foreboding was increasing at an insane rate. The closer she drew to the apartment building, the worst the feeling got. It was almost unbearable as she pulled the car into the garage and into a vacant parking spot.

The elevator couldn’t go up fast enough. The feeling was still getting worse. Still, she had to get to him. He needed to get past Taking Hold of the Flame and take control for whatever awaited him for Rise to Greatness.

When the door opened, she expected hell on Earth, not the normal hallway looking as if nothing had happened. Probably because nothing HAD happened in the hall. The answer lied inside.

The first thing one will see once they walk a few steps into Jason Wheeler’s apartment in New York is the living room area. Immediately to the left is the bathroom. Demeter didn’t look to the bathroom at first. She froze as her nose picked up the scent of blood. Freshly spilt. She had come to recognize that smell from the many times Jason had consumed blood from the packets. She knew that smell better than any other. It was coming from the bathroom. Slowly, hesitantly, she turned to the bathroom.

What she saw churned her stomach something fierce.

The smell did come from fresh blood. Fresh blood that puddled from the hallway floor and traced all the way into the bathroom and towards its origins... the bath tub.

The blood crawled up from the sides of the tub like a snake. The water was still running and overflowing... but it was red... mixed in with the blood. It scared the holy hell out of her as her deepest fear was realized. The origin, his wrists now floating in the water with paler than white skin, was the former hero of time. His wrists had been slashed, the razor blade floating on the floor bloodied was evidence of that.

This was the image she stared at for about one second before she dialed the emergency line. From there it’s the motions everyone expects it to be. The emergency team, binding the wounds, while trying to gain any discernable response from him before taking him to the hospital. I think this is where you viewers came in earlier this month. Thus, we need to skip the hospital scene and go straight to four, or so, days later. This was several days before Wheeler that his destiny... was anything but over.

================= Four Or So Days Later ========= ==============

Walter: Alright, Mr. Wheeler. Can we please try it again?

Psychologists... suit jockeys with only a shred of dignity that masquerade their incompetence by pointing the supposed mental flaws of others. Wheeler hated them. Always had and always will. Still, he had promised Demi to talk to at least one before next Breakdown. Xander was facing the SCW Champion and Wheeler needed to at least get his head on straight before then. He laid on a stereotypical sofa while the man sat on a chair with one leg over the other, taking notes.

Wheeler: What you want me to say?
Watler: Jason, we are here just to try and get to the center of your pain. Figure out what made you want to kill yourself.
Wheeler: What? You need to know why I tried to kill myself? Why can’t you accept that I’m just mentally unbalanced? Crazy? Cuckoo? Nuts?! Whatever you want to call it?
Walter: Actually, I don’t think you have any mental problems. When I reviewed your case, it seems like you just suffered an intense nervous breakdown. So... I wish to discover the root of your breakdown and see if we can change it so it doesn’t happen again. That’s all.
Wheeler: Heh.
Walter: You laugh?
Wheeler: Not as hard as I want to, believe me.

Wheeler sat up on the sofa, crossing his legs like the psychologist.

Wheeler: I am not going to make this hard for you. First of all, I don’t like people like you.
Walter: You don’t like... people like me? What do you mean by that?
Wheeler: I don’t like psychologists.
Walter: Right... well, any reason why? Parents didn’t like them? Did one hurt you?
Wheeler: Hey, cut it with the Freud act, man. I told you, you aren’t going to get me. Second of all, there is no mental breakdown. I am, and always have been, mentally insane. Lately, it started improving and then it went back to worse.
Walter: What made it worse?
Wheeler: None of your damn business.
Walter: Well what do you want to talk about, Mr. Wheeler?

He was getting agitated. That much was clear. Wheeler checked the clock. Only a few moments left to deal with this asshole.

Wheeler: You know what I don’t get? Xander Valentine is getting his second SCW title shot after fucking up the first time. I beat down Greg Cherry first chance I get, and what do I get? Nothing. You think that’s fair? You think I deserve that. I literally have three weeks to some how get my purpose or next time... I am going to shoot myself in the head. Screw slitting my wrists again. That was a dumb idea. Next time, I’m just getting a gun.

Walter: That’s hardly necessary. You have a lot to look forward to, Mr. Wheeler.
Wheeler: You have no idea what I am talking about, do you?
Walter: Well, I know you are in SCW and that you have had a history with one... Xander Valentine.
Wheeler: You are such an idiot. I mean what did you do? Get your degree at a two hour crash course?
Walter: I beg your pardon?
Wheeler: You probably couldn’t understand the mentality of a monkey, and you wanna try and understand my logic? Don’t make me laugh, “doctor”. I see things that no one can explain. I have demons that would make you curl up in the fetal position. You won’t understand me... and you never will.
Walter: Then why did you come here of your own free will?
Wheeler: I promised my girl friend.
Walter: And what is she like?
Wheeler: Great in the sack.
Walter: What?
Wheeler: GREAT... IN... THE...SACK.
Walter: I see...
Wheeler: You’re married aren’t you? You know... fucking... sex... that sort of thing.
Walter: Well I... I don’t think this is on the right track - -
Wheeler: Oh I see... You aren’t married.
Walter: Well no.
Wheeler: You have a girl friend?
Walter: No.
Wheeler: You... ever had sex?
Walter: That is none of your business.
Wheeler: That’s a no.
Walter: I am asking the questions. I have the degree to do so.
Wheeler: You need a degree to ask questions? That must be some degree. I mean I get asked questions all the time. What happens? Do they give that degree to every Tom, Dick, and Harry who asks for it?
Walter: That’s not what I meant.
Wheeler: Then what did you mean?
Walter: I... I don’t know.
Wheeler: Sir... if you don’t know what you’re talking about... then why am I here?
Walter: Well.... I .... uh...

Wheeler stood and walked out the door. Nothing more than suit jockeys with a facade of professional intelligence. Wheeler hoped he scared him as he closed the door. He left with nary another glance. This had been such a waste of time. He had better things to do. He had agreed to see this doctor on two conditions. One was that Demi had begged him to. The other was that someone lived around the corner. Someone important. Someone who needed a pep talk. Someone whose love life was going to distract him from achieving his destiny.

What was this destiny? To win the SCW title only to lose to Wheeler a few weeks later at SCW’s greatest pay per view of the year. That man was Xander Valentine. He would win the SCW title no matter what Wheeler had to do.

How he was going to get into the main event instead of Damien Angel, now THAT was going to be a challenge. Wheeler still didn’t have a clue how he was going to pull that off, but God had spared him... for a reason. Whatever that reason was, Wheeler had a feeling it was going to be explained sooner rather than later.

Wheeler had been delivered from the jaws of death. Wheeler was blessed... and who on earth could defeat a man blessed by God?

Nobody... not even SCW’s executioner.

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OOC: Just to remind everyone. the name of the disease Wheeler carries is Pyroria.



Act Two
The Finale
God’s Will For The Blessed Child
The Day Following The ‘Announcement Heard Round The World’
(That would be the announcement declaring Jason Wheeler the Number One Contender for you idiots)


Demeter moaned loudly, fulfilling the ultimate explosion of pleasure. Her hair trickled down behind her delicately, clinging to her lightly sweating back in little branches. She slowed her momentum slowly, looking down to her lover below. Her breathing, moments ago rushed, was now more controlled and relaxing. She collapsed onto him smiling. Her lover, naturally, was t he new number one contender for the SCW title and the man destined to main event Rise To Greatness. She felt like the queen of the world to her king. She sighed to herself lying upon him.

Demeter: What a way to celebrate.
Wheeler (with a grin): I thought you might like it.
Demeter: Are you kidding? Dinner at Club Exotica, dancing, wining and then... well a night of making love. What time is it?

She glanced at the clock that read three twenty three am. A small break sure, but for the most part, they had neem in each others’ arms for over three hours. Looks like her lover still had some stamina after his attempted suicide.

Wheeler: Early.
Demeter: So I see.
Wheeler: Tired out, babe?
Demeter: Don’t get cocky.
Wheeler: Whose cocky?
Demeter: Oh please. One minute you’re drowning, almost literally, in depression... or water. Now you can leap tall buildings in a single bound.
Wheeler: Among other things. I’m getting my second wind.
Demeter: Well I’ll admit, I didn’t see it coming.
Wheeler: What? Didn’t see what?
Demeter: You getting into Rise to Greatness for the SCW title.
Wheeler: Ah no worries, girl. I knew from the start that I was going to get in.
Demeter: Is that so?
Wheeler: Yes that is so.
Demeter: So... where did you get those stylish marks on your wrists? If I were you, I’d sue the tattoo shop that put it on. What was he? Drunk?
Wheeler: Ok... fair enough.
Demeter: So... what now?
Wheeler: Well... I hope you don’t mind, but my house in London will be hosting a party in celebration of Rise to Greatness. You think you can come?
Demeter: England? When?
Wheeler: In a few days. I made a few calls after Breakdown. All my friends in England will be attending. I’d love for you to meet them.
Demeter: Well... I’ll be done CATS in two days. I don’t see why not. What kind of friends are they?
Wheeler: Dukes... lords... thespians... that sort of thing.
Demeter: Oh... will they like me?
Wheeler: They better or they’ll have words with me.
Demeter: Good answer.
Wheeler: I thought it was.
Demeter (stretching): Ah... I’m so tired.
Wheeler: Me too... You performing tomorrow?
Demeter: At two... and then at eight.
Wheeler: Long day I guess for both of us.

Wheeler nodded. It wasn’t just a long day but a long couple of weeks of preparing for the great battle of the heavens. Xander was the closest thing to a devil that humanity could possibly get. He had committed the oldest of sins in the oldest of ways. Murder... adultery... robbery.... necrophilia even, though Wheeler admitted to himself that he had no proof of that last one. Still... it was pretty safe to assume. The sins, however, Xander believed made him stronger. This could not be further than the truth. It took him closer and closer to the devil’s right hand. It was true that if any mortal on Earth could serve as an anti Christ like figure, at this point, it would be Xander Valentine. He had power that most could not even dare to touch. He had allies that made him practically invincible, despite his obvious weakening since his first encounter with Wheeler. Nevertheless, Xander may have still been more dangerous than ever before thanks to his affixation, which was now an addiction, to the dark side. That’s all well and good against mortal men. Wheeler however, was more sure than ever that he had been sent for a purpose and that purpose was, quite simply, to do God’s work on this night. This thought gave him comfort as he slowly faded into oblivion. He dreamed again of IT. IT came to him once more in the guise of that he knew was his greatest obstacle to date. Wheeler had expected this and light versus dark had its first confrontation in the mindset of the young Wheeler.

I wish I could tell you that Wheeler conquered that darkness in his mind. I wish I could tell you that Wheeler fought the good fight and won. I wish I could tell you that Wheeler awoke from that dream with more confidence than ever, assured of the fact that he could defeat Xander Valentine once and for all.

I could tell you that... but then it would be a lie...

--------------------- Five Days Later ----------------------

It had rained the last night, and so the party was moved forward a day. The ground was softened by the rainfall, but by no means was it unbearable. The bright shining sun, some what rare at this time of year. The manor, the one that had once belonged to his father now passed to the former hero, was as much a spectacle as one of Wheeler’s many performances on stage. It would be crude to say that the residence was inexpensive, but Charles, when he was with the world of mortal, had more or less stolen it through underhanded tactics. Still, it was more than adequate fir an occasional resting place for the current number one contender.

His hand gripped the next arrival in a firm, confident hand shake. The first thing our viewers will notice was that even in the sun, Wheeler wore a dressy suit long enough to cover his telltale scars upon his wrists. His lover, upon his arm. She did her best to smile, hiding the feeling of being out of place amongst the well wishers who all hoped for their gentleman to become the next SCW champion.

Wheeler, in the middle of lunch, was surprised to receive a toast from Father Mondego, who traveled from Paris. The father was among the last to arrive, and the first to leave, but his toast stayed with Wheeler the longest.

Mondego: There are two things we are celebrating here, my friends. We are here to revel in our friend’s, Jason Wheeler that is, latest, and most glorious triumph, though that is to say we will probably all be back here once he actually wins the SCW World Title.

The remark gained a polite, yet honest, applause. Naturally, Wheeler joined in, though his head was beginning to ache again. He looked to Demeter, who saw his pain, and motioned for him to go with her, however, Wheeler shook his head. He did not enjoy making Demeter weaker, although it was very romantic that she gave her blood to him. Had any of the SCW superstars known of this condition, they would most definitely have started a vampiric moniker. Mondego was continuing, which drew Wheeler’s attention, but not his pain.

Mondego: The other thing that we have all gathered to celebrate is something much rarer than gold and glory. We... are in the presence of love. True love, at that. If any of you have seen these two together... you would believe as I do that fates have brought them together. God has given an equal to our young hero, yes I said hero. Demeter... you make our Wheeler a lucky man indeed that you do. Wheeler... we expect to hear wedding bells very soon. Here’s to Wheeler, the NEXT SCW Champion, and to his love, the lovely Demeter.

She was blushing, and deep down, so was Wheeler. Inside, he didn’t have to weight what was better, the SCW title or Demeter. It was Demeter hands down. He loved her, and yet a year ago, when his brothers were with their lovers, he believed he would never find such a thing.

The pain came back then, and this time he couldn’t contain it. He clutched his head tightly. IT flashed before his e yes uncontrollably like some damned hell spawn. He let out a cry that cut through the noise like a knife. Demeter lunged to his side, but the pain made him lash out as he threw himself away from the dinner table. The sun hurt... the ground hurt. EVERYTHING around him was pain. He could barely stand it. He saw the knifes... too dull to cut his skin. He couldn’t find a balcony to leap from. No rope, either. There was nothing...

Then, he felt her arms. Demeter... wrapping herself around him tightly. She was speaking to the guests, but alas Wheeler could not understand. The noises in his head... the voices. They spoke of impending doom.

Lestat: You cannot win. The thirst will consume you.
Kevin Mask: Last chance to save yourself. Take me.
Arcadeia: No... me.
Phantom: You know who you are... you have always been the Phantom and only as - -
Jason O’Grady: Jason O’Grady can you hope to defeat Xander.
Faust: I am your only salvation.

All: Pick me... me... me


He felt her pull. He couldn’t get them out of his head. He couldn’t shut them up. Demeter pulled him away. The guests didn’t follow, but rather resumed their seats. He heard the doors slam behind them, made merely a whisper to him by the voices in his head. Xander would defeat him. He knew it. It was impossible. He could never defeat this one monster. He wasn’t the hero anymore.

Demeter pulled the curtains, making the place dimly lit and private. She held her lover’s head in hers, saying something that Wheeler knew in his heart was beautiful, but was unable to understand. He watched her reach into a drawer and produced a knife. Tearing away at her dress, she slashed it against her bosom. Wheeler tried to stop her, but his weakness forbade him. The blood came out like water, and without a cry, she drew her lover to that wound.

All: Xander cannot be defeated... Xander could not be defeated.... Xander can be defeated... Xand- -

Wheeler felt his arms clutch her back, drawing to her. She swooned loudly. They must have heard it outside, but that didn’t matter now. The voices.... they were dying out.

All: Xander can be defeated... Xan- -
Wheeler: Xander... WILL be defeated!


His eyes shot open. Had he shouted it? Or merely thought it loudly. His sense returned, and he released his love, crying out her name. She collapsed into him, her wound still bleeding. She had dug deep. Wheeler grabbed a cloth, applying pressure. It was deep... yet he could not take her to the doctors. They wouldn’t understand. They’d lock them both into the looney bin, and Xander still would have won. Her eyes, weak and tired, still shone like the stars as she realized that his strength had returned. Damn god for giving him this disease. Pyroria.. . why had he done this... and why was only her blood that saved him. IT... was once more gone from his sight. Where the blazes was Pai Men... he promised to explain the meeting of IT. WHERE WAS HE?!

He felt Demeter grasp his arm lightly. Screw Pai Men... the old goat would come when he felt like it... Wheeler turned his attention back to who needed it most, Demeter. She tried to stand, but collapsed once again. Wheeler checked her wound. The bleeding had stopped quickly. Still, he would have to keep an eye on it. The cold compress was soaked with blood, and once more Wheeler feared for his lover’s life. He would never be able to live with himself if his blood lust took the one thing that meant anything to him.

This was the devil’s fault... this was Satan’s punishment for Wheeler’s duty to serve God. Satan gave him this disease and now... he was pitying his ultimate weapon against God’s. He pitted an unholy man against the purest creature on Earth. That was not pride talking. That was truth. Wheeler was not proud of the fact that he was still the hero of time, for he would never admit that he was. He just knew it was a fact. A truth just as clear as his love for Demeter.

She spoke to him gently, asking him to help her up. As he did, she put some weight on her feet. Wheeler held on to her tightly. He feared to let go would drop her to her death.

Demeter (weakly): Can you help me put on another dress?
Wheeler: What?
Demeter: Another dress.
Wheeler: Why? You don’t have to do this.

She pulled herself to his ear, kissing it tenderly.

Demeter: Yes I do.

Wheeler sighed. He wasn’t going to win this one. Placing her on the bed, he removed her clothing carefully. The way she looked lying there... it was beyond sexual attraction. He wasn’t aroused at all, but he had never seen something so beautiful. What he saw, his lover lying on that bed, shook him to his very soul. In that brief instant, he knew why God had made them meet. He knew in that instant the man he was meant to be. He knew what he had to do. He knew that the hero he had always been was still there. The world may no longer call him a hero... and he certainly wouldn’t... but they would all know that God had not given up on his children. He WOULD serve his purpose. He would love this woman with everything he had. He would silence the greatest instrument of evil at Rise to Greatness... and then... the new era of his crusade would begin. He would be king again of the SCW world... but he wouldn’t be alone this time... he had found the missing part of him at long last.

He had found his queen.

He pulled out another dress. White and frilly. Perfect for her figure. One of the many she had bought for this event, just in case. He helped it on her, never leaving her eye gaze for a moment. As he helped her up, he couldn’t stop kissing her. The wound was bright red, and Wheeler cursed his decision for a white dress, for fear of the blood stain. But the wound didn’t open and as he ran and returned with gauze, Wheeler sighed as he closed the wound. Demeter did up the dress slowly, still kissing him. They had missed each other in that brief moment of departure.

Demeter: How do I look?
Wheeler (whispers): Like my queen.
Demeter: What?
Wheeler: Nothing. (Smiling) You look wonderful.
Demeter: Please... one thing I ask.
Wheeler: Anything.

She wrapped her arm around his waist and the other in his hand as he put his own arm over her shoulders. Wheeler held her up gently, like a marionette.

Demeter: Please do not let me go out there.
Wheeler: I am not ever going to let you go. I ... I...
Demeter: I know.

Wheeler walked her out. The visitors applauded as they did so. They hadn’t a clue. Wheeler made an excuse quickly, and he sat his love back to her seat, never letting go of her hand. He never broke contact the rest of the evening. When all was left, he took his love into his arms, and carried her off to rest. He didn’t sleep that night. His mind was clear, and with it, he began his plan; his strategy to perform the greatest Exorcism SCW had ever seen. The final movement in this symphony that had taken three hundred and sixty five days to achieve. The end to one era of his life, and the beginning of the next. One where he didn’t have to be alone. He would never be alone again. Soon... he would never have to hear those voices again. There would only be one mind and one heart... and that heart belonged to three people. Him... Demeter... and God.

He looked the moon. It’s light shone on him pure and white. He couldn’t stop staring at the moon’s descent until the sunlight hid in into nothingness. Xander had to fall... Xander WOULD fall.


And Wheeler knew the way.

The End

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