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Adam Riddick vs. Gable Winchester
Topic Started: Mar 11 2010, 12:19 PM (193 Views)
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Adam Riddick vs. Gable Winchester

Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday, March 16, 2010
RP Limit: 2 RP per person, per match
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OOC: So there is no confusion. I put alot of the larger txt by characters in different colors so your eyes can take a break, but for the single lines, i decided not to braek it too much or it would be difficult to optically adjust. at least I found it was when I was writing teh thing. lol. How it looks ok and you all can follow the story easily. Enjoy.

Prologue...

Knots: (snoring sounds) …huh… wha? …aw, come on… is this match still going?!

Dragging Riddick to his feet, Lawler lifts him up and sits him on the top turnbuckle before climbing up onto the second rope. Tucking Riddick’s head beneath his arm, he pulls them both up to the top, setting up the super-plex. Hooking his foot in the ropes, Riddick blocks it as best he can, struggling to break loose. Driving hard punches into Lawler’s ribs, he pulls his head loose and jams his shoulder into Lawler’s gut. Knocked off-balance, Lawler staggers for a minute, before his foot slips and drops him down crotch-first on the top rope. The crowd groans in sympathy as Riddick slides down off the turnbuckles. Hunched over, Lawler is too weak to stop Riddick from shifting him onto the top turnbuckle. Pulling Lawler across his shoulders, Riddick drops down with a sloppy burning hammer, dumping Lawler on his head.

Dawson: “That’s how he’ll get it! …Edge of Reason on the ‘Music City Mauler’!”

Sharper: “Super-Plex backfires on Lawler, and Riddick leaps in for the pin!”

One!

Two!

Three!

The crowd boos as Adam Riddick rolls off. He then turns and looks at Chris Lawler as he slowly has his arm raised. Kassie Khane reluctantly applauds before looking up at Adam Riddick. Riddick smiles as he then raises both of his arms and then motions for Kassie Khane to enter the ring. She looks a bit unsure but does so anyways, hopping onto the apron and entering into the ring. She then walks over to Riddick and applauds as the crowd continues to boo.

Their hatred was lost on the ears of Adam Riddick, however. booing or cheering. It was all the same to him. Neither determined the outcome of the match. No amount of crowd noise could deter the fact that he, at last, had won. The Zero was gone...At least for him...

As he stood looking down at Lawler, still twitching from the impact of Adam's new finisher, a sense of satisfaction came over the Renegade Rocker. He had fulfilled his promise. The feud of Riddick/Lawler was finally over. It had taken the better part of half a decade...but it was over.




Adam (thinking): What on earth am I suppose to do now? What is next for the Renegade Rocker?



As if on cue, a strange and terrifying concept made itself known to him. It was so obvious that he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it before. But now, as he stood in the ring, next to Kassie Khane with his arm raised in victory, it was all he could think about...


Chapter 9: 1 Down...Many To Go...


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Immediately following his match on the Pay-Per-View...



Adam: Is there a giraffe in the locker room?

It may have sounded strange, but that's what it looked like. As unexplainable as it may sound, there it was. Staring at him. And, for the first time since his SCW return, Adam didn't know what to do.

Adam (thinking): Well, giraffes aren't carnivorous...

The giraffe's cold eyes glaring at him made that thought not very comforting. But, what was the most unsettling thought of all was really a question-

Adam: How the hell did they get a giraffe inside this tiny room?

The giraffe turned its head towards one of the many bags surrounding the room. Unfortunately the bag it picked had belonged to Adam ironically enough...or was it merely coincidental? Who decided the definition for these terms?

The giraffe bit into his bag with its teeth and began tearing it to shreds, obviously searching for food. Adam could only watch in horror as his favorite Mary Martin CD disappeared down the giraffe's throat.

Adam: Nooooo! Now who will regail me with their loud, obnoxious and yet strangely masculine female voice?

The giraffe looked over at Adam, shaking its head.

Giraffe (speaking like Goliath the animated Dog): I don't know, Davey. Maybe you took too many blows to the head, Davey. Do you realize that I'm calling you Davey, Davey?

Adam wanted to blink, but he couldn't look away. This was the biggest find in the history of mankind- a talking giraffe. And it was all his! So what if it couldn't get his name right. Who cares? He was going to be a millionaire sevral times over.

The giraffe shook its head once more.

Giraffe: Ssssnnnaaappp...ouutttaaa it...Davey.

Adam turned his head and rubbed his eyes as quickly as possible.

Adam: This can't be happening.

He opened his eyes...

...to an empty room. There was no giraffe. His bag was still intact. And so, thankfully, was Mary Martin.

An exhausted Adam Riddick let out a sigh as he crossed the room and sank into his cubby hole. He had seen another mirage. Reaching into his knapsack, he pulled out an empty wrapper, the words "Oh Henry" pasted on the front. With a grimace, he threw the wrapper across the room.

Adam: Warning label- May cause you to think you see a talking giraffe. Or that your boss is Satan.

If the damn bars weren't so good, Adam would swear off of them forever. Like his mother, however, he couldn't say no to candy.

He shrugged slightly as he unlaced his boots. Not even a talking giraffe hallucination could diminish his joy. His performance had been mediocre at best, the debut of the Edge of Reason had been sloppy and he had let Lawler get in too many good shots. But, at the end of the day, he'd won...

He'd won.

Adam: Sigh. So why do I feel like nothing has changed?

He was joyful that he had won. But, now as he sat alone in the locker room, cramped into a little cubby hole when everyone else had lounge chairs with ottomans and cupholders, the dautning realization of his situation finally lay before him.

Adam: I beat General Lawler. So what? How many times have I done that before? How many times has everyone done that before? He's the Brooklyn Brawler of the SCW world.

Meanwhile, guys who are younger than me are winning championships or, in Christian's case, stealing championships. Youngbloods like Gable and David are fighting in cage matches. Christian and Jason, my younger brothers...heavyweight title contenders. All these great fighters and more have such brilliant careers going on for them. But me?...

*checks watch*

Adam: The show has barely started and I'm already on my way home. Can't even main event in a goddamn show.


That did iit. The joy was gone. Replaced with the all-too-familiar feeling of discontent. He had wanted so badly not to be like the Riddick of old- where match results were the most important thing. But, as he threw his wrestling gear into his bag and headed towards the parking lot while the fans screamed Dave Miller's name, he realized that nothing had changed. He still wanted to be the best.

Adam: That's not going to happen after one victory over General Lawler. Heck, that wouldn't happen after a hundred victories over General Lawler.

So, what am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to work my way to the top of the mountain when Drachewych seems content with his four main event stars? How? HOW?


The empty backstage area did not respond. No one heard the torment that lay within the words of his question. No one cared about a washed-up hack. His victory would barely be mentioned in the review show later that night.

At the end of the day, who was Adam Riddick? More importantly, did it matter?

These questions and more weighed hevily on his mind as he jumped into his beat-up 1995 Dodge Neon. The mileage was crap and the car itself was practcially held together by bumper stickers. It didn't matter to Adam until tonight. And, as he drove out of the parking lot into the cold night air, he realized just how many SCW superstars favored European cars and bikes.

The truth hurts...and the truth was Adam was the lowest of the low. He was no better than General Lawler.

Adam: So what's the point?

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Much later...

The figure turned off the television set that had been showing a worn-out and defeated looking Adam Riddick getting into his car and speeding away. As before, the figure could not watch anymore.

If this wasn't the only channel on the TV they wouldn't watch it at all. Quite frankly the Riddick Readout, the reality show, wasn't the least bit entertaining. Especially when the lead character was more of a brooder than Eeyore the donkey and Christian Savior combined. His only redeeming quality seemed to be that, unlike Jason Zero, he was capable of taking responsibility for his shortcomings.But still...

????: What's the point?

With a finger snap the chamber that had been dark for so long illuminated. Chandeliers, candle sconces, even floor candles by the hundreds were lit instantly. The figure enjoyed the darkness but not today. Today, they needed something more.

????: What's the point?

The figure pointed to an old Victrola record player in the corner and clapped their hands. Instantly, "Danse Macabre" began to play, with a volume that could not have possibly come from a single player. The beautiful instrumental echoed through the cavernous room. The music reminded him of a graveyard...or, more importantly, a tomb.

The music began so soft, so light...like a whisper. Then came the violin. And the sweet world crashed down into the darkness of death and reality. The rest of the orchestra began to pick up- playing faster and faster, driving the figure to near madness, as his ears tried in vain to keep up with the haunting melody.

????: WHAT...IS...THE POINT?

He had only been watching Riddick for a short time, but he knew that he wasn't this weak. His matches in Japan had proven that. Even tonight in his match against Lawler that spark had come back- even for a moment. It was a very rewarding moment for the figure- to see Adam's talent finally coming back to life. But then...

????: How dare he say that after I've invested so much into him?

The trumpets crescendoed, the violins began to accelerando. The very essence of the song turned from a deathh waltz to a fiery march from hell. With its growth, the anger within the figure followed- his jaw tight, his knuckles turning white and every muscle in his body twitching from tension. It was all he could do to force himself into his massive chair near the front of the room. From there he beheld his prison, though a prison it was clearly not. His nearly forty-foot table was covered with food. The room was encompassed with beautiful works of art, all with a common theme. His favorite theme.

None of it, however, brought him peace.

(stroking his beard for but a moment then slamming his fist into the arm of the chair)

????:You do not get to tell me there is no point! I decide what it is you fight for. You work for me, Adam. You just don't know it yet. I've invested time, money, my sanity- all of it into making you get to this point. Now you sit there after a victory has been ahnded to you questioning my work. How dare you insult me! How dare you insult my work!

*The figure gets up and begins to pace in front of his chair*

????: This is not over, Adam. I won't let you give up this easily. The next opponent will be someone of higher standing than General Lawler. I guarantee that. And whether you like it or not, you will fight this man because you have no choice. I will not allow you to keep me from getting what I've worked so hard for.

*Figure smiles and crosses their fingers, glaring off into the room but looking at nothing. *

????:Money is not what makes the world go round, Riddick. Power is what makes the world go round. Power is what decides who lives and who dies.And, very soon, you will get that power for me. Without even knowing it. When that day comes, you and I will finally meet. And you (laughs) will realize that you have done nothing but my will. That you are mine.


The figure reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cell phone, dialing an all-too-familiar number. As the music begins to die out, the candles around the room begin to grow dim, fading one at a time. The last light flickers just above the figure's head, his eyes almost glowing in the darkness. Such dark brown eyes...

Silence...

Ring...

Ring...

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Meanwhile...

Adam: No...It...Jason...Kassie...Savior-selves...TWINKIES!!!

Adam woke to the sound of guns firing. For a moment he thought he was in Iraq, and that his whole platoon was under attack by Al Quaida and America's greatest enemy...

The Dutch!

He quickly realized that the noise was coming from the TV. Grace, who was now staring at him bewilderly, had come up with the idea of watching one of Don Knotts' 'classics' in order to celebrate his victory. Who ever thought Don Knotts and party could never go in the same sentence didn't know Grace.

Grace: What the fuck are you on?

Adam shook his head trying to get the cobwebs loose. It had been forty-eight hours since his match with Lawler. But he was still having some kind of hallucinations. Even his dreams had past into the realm of bizarre.

Adam: I'm not on anything. It's just, ever since my match with Lawler my mind has been kinda off.

Grace: Yeah...off your rocker. Last night you were walking around with a spork in your hand, yelling 'you shall not pass' to the toilet. What did you drink this time?

Adam: Christian was there. With Jason. And Kassie. And they all hand Twinkie guns and they were crazy...they were crazy! But man could they dance! And I think Jason hit a high 'B'. It was like watching the Jackson 5 only missing two people. And they're not black.

Grace: You should really go see a doctor about these things.

Adam: You know, two weeks ago you barely knew my name. Now you're my shrink?

Grace: At least I don't charge by the hour.

Adam: Nope. Just by the lay.

Grace: Which means your total bill so far is...zero. Do you get what I'm saying?

Adam thought about it for a second.

Adam: Maybe I should go see that head doctor.

Grace: Good, cause God knows it's not doing what I want it to.

Grace playfully and seductively licked her lips. Adam rolled his eyes.

Adam: Let's just hope he's cheaper than you. You're eating me out of house and home.

Grace: Hey, you're the one who said I could stay.

Adam: I take it back!

Grace: Too late! I already unpacked everything.

Adam looked around the room and noticed how her definition of 'unpacking' was having her bra and panties every which way. And having her makeup placed in the most bizarre of locations. Although it certainly made finding a razor in the morning fun.

Adam's eyes fell back on Grace. She was still giving him that seductive 'come hither' look. And it was getting harder and harder to say no.

Adam: Would you stop that already? Is that all you think about?

Grace: It's all I think about now.

Adam: In that case, I'm going for a jog.

Grace let out a sigh as Adam hopped up and threw on his shoes. Fortunately he was dressed in his sweats, which made his escape all that much quicker.

Grace: You cocktease.

Adam waved back at her as he opened the door.

Adam: Look who's calling the kettle black now.

Grace: I'm not teasing! I'm the one that wants it!

Adam never heard her rebuttle. He'd already closed the door behind him. Grace crossed her arms and began to pout. A smile quickly crept onto her face. Despite being somewhat disturbed, Adam really was a good guy. He'd given her a place to stay, food to eat. So what if she wasn't getting any.

Grace (pouting): I care.

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9:56

9:57

9:58

Adam passed the one-mile mark. A full two seconds faster than last week. Now if he could only keep that up for the next nine miles. His heart, which had been beating so fast from the start, sudddenly slowed down. His body was getting into the rhythm of the run.

Ring ring!

Adam was surprised to hear his cell phone going off. No one ever called him.

Adam: Ummm...hello?

????: Your next opponent will be Gable Winchester. Be ready.

Adam: Who is this?

The line went dead.

The abnormality of the call forced Adam to stop in his tracks. He checked his phone, but the caller ID had been blocked. Whoever this was didn't want Adam to know who it was or where they were calling from...or why. They clearly wanted him to know about Gable Winchester. But, to what end?

Adam shrugged his shoulders.

Adam: No point worrying about it.

He started his run again. But he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Adam: Why would someone want to warn me about Gable Winchester? Do they know something I don't?

*Adam thought for a second*

Adam: Why wouldn't I be ready? I mean, he's nothing special right? He lost to Miller at Redemption...BUT he was on the winning side of the 10 man tag at the supershow...made 8 man tag by Lawler. So he clearly has endurance...

Hmmm...

*slows down his run a bit as he thinks*

Adam: Were they trying to warn me BECAUSE of his match with Miller? I mean, from what I saw, it was a good match but it wasn't anything too spectacular. I mean, Miller hit him with a variation of the Backdrop Driver and that was it. Pretty standard...Am I missing something?


Wait a minute...!


Adam came to a quick stop as the truth began to sink in.

Adam: If Miller had to use a variation to his best move...that means he was FORCED into it. It means his original method was blocked. Is Winchester that skilled? Miller is no push over. He's a verteran. But Gable was able to block his biggest attack. If it wasn't for his ring experience, Miller would have been screwed!!!

Gable must have studied Miller so intensely for that match. And even though he came up short, he was still good enough to push Miller the distance. And if he can do that to a superstar the likes of Miller...What the hell is he gonna do to me?

*Adam began walking, thinking more and more with each step...

Adam: Let's see...He hasn't been a pro long. So he's still very inexperienced. But..he makes up for that lack of experience with quick feet and even quicker ring presence. And, he did beat Miller once before...Which means he's already in the same league as him...And me...

How can such a dangerous opponent be unknown to me? How can I know nothing about him!?


Adam had no answer to his own question. Only a way to remedy the situation....

4:57..
4:58...
4:59...

He got back to his apartment in 5 minutes flat...


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BACK AT THE APARTMENT

Grace wasn't happy she had to rescind the television set, especialyl with "The Apple Dupling Gang" reaching its exciting conclusion, if it could so be called, but Adam was adament. When she finally gave him, Adam grabbed the recorded VHS of the pay-per-view, cued it up, and began to study...





Sharper: “One has to wonder to what level of revenge Miller wants to employ to not only get Gable for the victories, but also, that kick to his head two and a half weeks ago.”
Dawson: “Well Miller has shown glimmers of his temper coming back, but on Breakdown, he seemed quite calm.”

Sharper: “This coming after Two for One Special in which he tried to destroy Gable every chance he got.”

Adam: Come on...Get on with it!!
Grace: You know...they can't actually hear you...


Miller looks over at Gable as Gable smirks a bit. The referee calls for the bell and the crowd roars as the door is closed. Miller then starts to walk forward with his hands up. Gable starts to skip around the circle of the ring before spinning around and Miller moves forward and Gable moves away. He spins around and Miller finally dives and attempts to grab Gable, but Gable jumps up and jumps over.


Adam: No, Miller! That's not gonna catch him. He's a speed star! Use your head!

Grace: Adam, they can't hear you...




Miller starts to get up and Gable kicks him in the head and Miller gets his hands up. Gable attempts to kick him in the head again, catching Miller’s arm and then kicks him again. Miller starts to get up and Gable kicks him in the ribs. He then grabs Miller and hits a European uppercut. Miller pops back and against the ropes. Gable then backs up and then nails him with another European uppercut. Miller pops back and then spins around and then gets to the corner. Gable walks over and nails Miller with a hard forearm and then another and another.
Knots: “Look at this. Gable Winchester going to take the fight to Miller.”


Adam: Holy Crap! He is fast! It's been 5 seconds and he's taking absolute control of this match!

Grace: Ehh..I've seen faster

Adam: In your profession, that doesn't surprise me.


Dawson: “But after Miller took a chance to get to him and instead Gable takes advantage.”
Gable nails Miller with another shot and Miller falls to the mat. Gable then places his foot against the throat and pushes down. Miller struggles to breathe, grabbing at the ropes, hoping to get some leverage. Gable continues to push down before stepping off. He then bends over and grabs Miller and slowly lifts him up and Gable nails him in the knee. Miller winces and Gable turns and snapmares him down. Miller sits up and Gable kicks him hard in the back. Miller winces and falls to his side. Gable then pushes him down to the mat and goes for the pin.


Adam: Phhft, that won't keep Miller down. He'll be lucky if he gets 2. He shouldn't have let up.

Grace: Why not?

Adam: Because as soon as Miller gets up, he is gonan beat the tar out of Gable while he is recooperating from the kick out.



1!
2!
Miller kicks out. Gable gets up.


Adam: Told ya so


Miller rolls over and starts to pull himself up.


Adam: Here it comes...

Gable walks over and grabs Miller and clubs him in the back.

Adam: What the!!?

He then spins him around and nails him with a hard forearm before then kicking him in the ribs. He hooks Miller’s arm and then throws him over with a vertical suplex. Gable then swivels his hips before rolling over. Miller continues to hold on and Gable then knees him in the ribs before turning and throwing Miller hard into the side of the cage. Miller spins around and falls to
his knees before going to his hands and knees.

Sharper: “Gable Winchester is remarkable in control in Miller’s element. This is shocking.”

Knots: “He’s the future of this company. Who’s going to stop him? He’s not lost one on one and on top of that, he’s taking apart people in THEIR element. He’s done this over and over.”

Gable walks over and looks at Miller as Miller starts to slowly get up. Gable then walks grabs him and locks him in a cobra clutch, but doesn’t hold it on before throwing him back with a leg sweep. He then rolls over and rolls Miller over, locking the clutch in while on Miller’s back.


Adam could barely believe what he was seeing. Miller had always been a top superstar. He was in great shape, intelligent, and resourceful. But what was happening before his eyes was an absolute massacre. Gable had dominated this match. Miller had become his punching bag...

Adam: How the hell is this happening?


Miller winces and manages to get up to an upright position on his knees as Gable continues to pull back. The crowd boos as Miller struggles to get out. He pushes up ,but Gable continues to hold on. Miller manages to get to his one leg and then gets up before turning and stumbling back and falling into the turnbuckle, driving Gable in. Gable holds on a bit and Miller stumbles forward before stumbling back again. Miller moves forward and Gable then jumps up onto his back and tries to keep the hold on, now moving into a traditional sleeper.

Adam: Miller! DO SOMETHING!!!


Miller then grabs him by the head before turning and falling back into the side of the cage. Gable winces before letting go and falling between the ropes and the cage. Miller falls forward to his knees before slowly getting back up.

Dawson: “Miller driving Gable into the side of the cage, also driving his weight in there. That may have driven all of the air out of him.”

Sharper: “But what damage did the cobra clutch do. Miller was in it for a while. I don’t know how well Gable had it locked in.”

Gable starts to pull himself up on the apron between the ropes and the cage. Miller gets up and smiles as Gable then looks up and suddenly looks on in horror as Miller nails him in the ribs with a hard spin kick. He then spins around and hits a spinning back kick to the ribs, sandwiching Gable against the steel.


Adam: If...

Adam doesn't speak or move. He could barely breath as the reality of the situation sunk deeper and deeper into his mind.


Miller then turns and nails him with a back elbow and Gable’s head bounces off the steel. Miller nails him with another elbow and Gable hits his head off the cage again. He then nails him a third time and Gable falls forward. Miller then smirks before grabbing Gable and pulling him up, while still holding on with a front face lock. He then continues to hold onto him for a moment before quickly turning and kicking Gable hard in the ribs as he falls down to the mat. The crowd ohs as Gable rolls over, clearly in pain.

Knots: “Good God! That may break some ribs!”
Sharper: “He just let Gable fall and right into his shin. Gable is in a world of hurt. Gable may be joining CHBK with injured ribs!”


Adam: If...it wasn't...
Grace:...What?

Adam pressed the fast forward button. The match flashed quickly before his eyes but he didn't miss a step. Finally, the tape got to the part he wanted to see the most.



1!
2!
Gable kicks out again. Both men then get up and Gable attempts a clothesline, but Miller ducks and then grabs him by the waist and pushes forward and intentionally rams Gable into the ropes and more importantly, the side of the cage. He then rolls back and through before hitting a huge rolling German suplex, leading to a huge eruption of cheers from the crowd!

Sharper: “Rolling German suplex!”
Dawson: “Oh my God! Gable Winchester is done!”

Knots: “He just rolled through and dropped him on his head! That’s just like the Backdrop driver!”

Sharper: “But it’s not the Backdrop driver. It’s a German suplex. This is just how dangerous Miller is...


Adam hit rewind on the tape, stopping it a moment later...

Grace: What is it?


Gable kicks out again. Both men then get up and Gable attempts a clothesline, but Miller ducks and then grabs him by the waist and pushes forward and intentionally rams Gable into the ropes and more importantly, the side of the cage. He then rolls back and through before hitting a huge rolling German suplex, leading to a huge eruption of cheers from the crowd!

Sharper: “Rolling German suplex!”
Dawson: “Oh my God! Gable Winchester is done!”

Knots: “He just rolled through and dropped him on his head! That’s just like the Backdrop driver!”

Sharper: “But it’s not the Backdrop driver. It’s a German suplex. This is just how dangerous Miller is...


Adam hit rewind again...he watched the clip...then hit rewind again...then watched the clip...

Grace: Ok...this is getting broing, I'm heading to bed. Night Adam, ya psycho!

Adam doesn't respond. he just stares at the tape. He can hardly believe what he just saw. After several minutes, he ejects the tape, tossing it onto his couch. With a sigh, he walks over to his camera and hits the record button.

Adam (thought): This is not going to be easy...

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[Rec]

You know what I hate the most. More then rascial intolerance, more then snobbish millionaires...Even more then the Dutch...is being proven wrong. God knows how much I hate that.

Yet, it seems that I've been doing alot of that lately. Let's see, I'm NOT the underground champion like I said I would be. I DIDN'T end Lawler's career like I said I would, although he is in a hospital now. And now, just moments ago, I THOUGHT that Winchester was nothing more then a rookie looking for his first break. That last one, with Winchester...God I have never been so wrong AND never so pissed!

How could you do this to me, Miller!? How!? Oh, I know, you won the match. Great job. That makes you guys, one win a piece? Well, let me fill you in here. I watched the match. Some parts more then once. And do you know what I saw? I saw a rookie dummy you left right and centre for the first leg of the match! Hell, if I didn't already know the results, I would have bet on Winchester to finish you.

Yes, you won. That is obvious, but I know why. The cage! You had to use the steel cage to keep Gable down. You couldn't take him down with your own skill or power. You had to use freaking steel. Then, and only then did you find a way back into the match. Heck, even your variation to your Backdrop Driver involved the cage! You want to know what I think? I think if it hadn't been for that cage..IF Gable Vs David 2 had taken place in a regular match, you would have eperienced your second loss to the same rookie! That's what I think.

What does all this mean? Absolutely nothing for you, David. You are still th same amazing athlete you have always been. What it proves is how dangerous David Winchester truly is. I mean, if he can take you the distance, there isn't many left who he couldn't take.

But, let's focus on next week, Gable. I know you're watching. the only way you could have beaten David was by studying is every move. You made that abundantly clear when you came so close to beating him for the second time. So, it stands to reason that if you studied him, you'll study me, if only for a moment. So watch and listen.

Next week, it's gonna be Winchester Vs Riddick.

Master of the Runnin' Wild Vs the Edge of Reason.

Am I excited? You bet you're ass! And why not? I haven't had a real challenger sincemy return. Lucas Knight? Lawler? Come on. Their good, but they aren't graet. Not yet. You, on the other hand. You got my attention.

Don't worry, Gable. You won't find any steel cages in our match. I know they are your weakness. All you will find is four corners and me in one of them, waiting for you...WAiting for that opening bell.

Whoo..I'm getting excited just thinking about it. Aren't you? Nah, you're probably gonna pass this off as another step towards immortality aren't ya? I understand. My record doesn't look too threatening. I probaly look like Glass Joe from Mike Tyson's Punch Out! thanks to that thing. So, you probably feel like you have nothing to worry about, right?

Well, you're right...and you're wrong. I mean, I am just a has-bin, right? I lost to Lucas Knight, strike 2, right? I'm Christian and Jason's brother, that's another strike, right? 3 strikes...I'm out. Well, that's all right, now here's what's wrong.

What you have to worry about is what will happen..if you lose...

What will happen if, by some act of god or whoever you worship, that Adam Riddick DID win? What if he actually pulled off an upset against Gable Winchester?

*gasp...Then...that would mean that Adam Riddick is...

better...then Gable Winchester. An old has-bin beating you? I wonder, after losing to Miller...how much more can your ego take?

Yes, David, you have nothing to worry about. Don't concern yourself with how you are going to win...Just make sure that you do. Zero and 2 is not an impressive record. Believe me...I know.Nobody likes a loser. Will you be a loser? Will you, Gable?

*salutes the camera...

Sleep well, my young friend and remember...Nothing To Worry About....

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OOC: Apologies for the late post, been a funny week. This is obviously going to be my one and only roleplay so hope you enjoy. Good luck Riddick, great rp

If There’s Turf On The Field?

Narrator: Well ladies and gentlemen, I am back in business! Through some miracle I was rehired and now work at doing what I like to think I do the best…as unfairly as I have been treated by Gable I was still disappointed that his hot streak where David Miller was concerned had to end in that steel cage. But life goes on as they say and Gable isn’t one to dwell on such things as you people out there most likely already know. So let’s join him right now in the aftermath of Retribution shall we?

Gable’s head and neck hurt bad.

A feeling he had grown used to when dealing with David Miller, but it never got any easier to cope with at the time. As much as he wanted to stop himself he smiled slightly to himself as he made his way slightly dejected up the ramp. As the fans gave a mixed reaction to his loss, some people actually shouting condolences much to his surprise; the same thoughts came spiralling through his head…ones that he had also figured would make him feel better for the inevitable moment this time came in his career. He said the words quietly to himself as he reached the top of the ramp.

Gable: The law of averages were clearly in his favour…I mean he had to win at some point with the streak I was on at his expense…”

Another thing that had wormed it’s way into his head without him openly acknowledging it. Each time he had stepped into the ring with David Miller, his respect for the man had grown exponentially and not only that, his desire to match the guy, strike for strike had most likely set him up to be a better all rounder for the future given his very limited wrestling experience besides his college achievements obviously. Taking one last look at the hilarious structure he had just been competing he shakes his head and turned away from it for the last time.

Gable: I guess I oughta thank you sort of David…

Saying this to himself he felt a slight bitter taste in his mouth as he said the words, whether it was because of his blatant denial of David’s credentials up until that point or he plain didn’t like the revelation spoken out loud. Either way he hadn’t learnt to put the hurt on Miller with kicks like the ones he was using since they had first thrown down; all off his own back…no, it was emulation in it’s purest form and that in itself pissed him off a little. As he pushed through the curtain and into the backstage area, TJ came running up to him with a frown on his face, clad in one of the many suits he had acquired to “look the part”, he was certainly a weird sight the way he was looking at Gable now.

TJ: Okay, first off…sorry about the loss, it was your first time in a cage, so look on the bright side, you’ll own everyone, the next time you go in there!

Not particularly having the effect TJ was hoping it would have, he waited for a response from the dejected Gable and was soon rewarded if you could call it that, with what he desired.

Gable: Yeah…

TJ then adjusted his tie nervously as he gulped in a swab of air, which went unnoticed by Gable, before speaking next, hoping upon hoping that they weren’t going to be the last words he ever spoke.

TJ: And also…there’s something else, but I need you to promise me you won’t get mad…

A smart choice of words given the fact the guy had just walked away from the first loss of his budding career, with emotions all over the place. Gable simply looked at TJ, a frown forming on his face that was getting larger and larger by the second. Running his hands through his dreadlocks, he stared for a moment at TJ who once again started adjusting his tie nervously for what seemed like the millionth time.

Gable: What have you done this time Teej…

TJ shifts from foot to foot obviously not wanting Gable to know what he had done but feeling like he should. After he had stopped shifting, he ran a hand through his hair and then took a deep breath.

TJ: I rehired Bruce…

Gable’s eyes narrowed at this and for a moment there was silence between them, that seemed to go on forever until he blinked at TJ and frowned.

Gable: Who the hell is Bruce?

TJ shook his head and chuckled to himself.

TJ: Your narrator…

Realisation dawned on Gable as the frown turned into a full on grimace. He had fired that no good hack to stop him from ruining his career before it had barely begun and his so called best friend just what? Hires him straight back that’s what!

Gable: You rehired Reg? Are you nuts?!

TJ held his hands out palms facing Gable before speaking next, not even wanting to know how he had come to call his narrator by such a name.

TJ: Dude, I hate to be the bearer of such news but since he had been released, people had started paying less attention to you in that last set of promos you cut as they just second guessed all you would say and then stopped bothering full stop…he brings something fresh to the table and to be honest he does give you credit where it’s due…it’s just that you tend to elaborate on stuff a little…

Gable opens his mouth to protest but immediately TJ jumps back in, a smile on his face this time and he isn’t as wary of his friend this time round.

TJ: But to make you forget about that palaver as well as losing out narrowly to Miller, Danni and I hooked you up on a date!

Gable’s jaw slackened before he regained his composure and smiled slowly. He could only hope that they had somehow convinced Stacy to acknowledge his existence then he could set about forgetting Retribution and the fact that his idiotic narrator Reg had been rehired despite trying to ruin him.

Gable: So who is it with?

He rubbed his hands together expectantly as TJ smirked slightly.

TJ: Well you remember Danni’s sister Bonnie yeah?

The good feeling inside Gable dispersed as he thought about the girl that TJ was talking about. As much as he would like to think otherwise he knew deep down that there was only a certain level he would go to before he became shallow where looks were concerned. However this woman really did bring a new meaning to the word grotesquery.

Gable: Surely you don’t mean Snaggletooth?

TJ hit his forehead with the palm of his hand and shook his head vigorously.

TJ: Dude! Don’t let Danni hear you say that! But yeah, the one we used to mess around calling Snaggletooth all the time for her two front teeth being out of line…well she has just come back to town from Quebec and we thought that it would do you both some good to get back in the game…you know?

Gable shook his head.

Gable: No I don’t know TJ! You remember her right? No offence to Danni, but this woman isn’t exactly my type…

The last time he had seen her, besides the front teeth, she had to wear a retainer, thick rimmed glasses and had one of the most annoying laughs on the planet. So it may be understandable from someone that somehow manages to grasp his point of view as to why he is less than enthusiastic about it.

TJ: Aww come on man, I already told Danni you would and she was all excited and stuff…and I already booked you a table at that Thai restaurant we frequent when we go visit your folks…

Gable thought his head was going to explode with this revelation and looked round seriously trying to find something he could beat his friend’s head in with for this betrayal of confidence. Looking at the imploring look on TJ’s face, he sighed and his shoulders visibly sagged before he sighed once more for effect.

Gable: Teej…you owe me BIG for this one…

His advisor patted him on the shoulder with a grin like a Cheshire Cat and smirked.

TJ: You are a lifesaver! Now you better hurry man, I booked the table with just enough time for you to get from here to there in a cab with little time to spare!

Looking around again for anything, even a two by four, he was ready to kill for real this time…a date was one thing, but for the same night he had kicked David’s ass all over the ring before being foiled by one lousy assist from the cage…this was evil…but a deal was a deal. He started sprinting down to his locker room and called over his shoulder once again to TJ.

Gable: You owe me BIG Teej!

LATER AT THE THAI RESTAURANT

SCW Superstar in waiting, Gable Winchester walks into the restaurant and asks the Maitre’d for the reservation, leading him over; he notices that Bonnie is there already and all that has changed is that she is a tad bit taller and a lot paler. Sighing inwardly he walks over and smiles as best as he can…to his surprise she seems to do the very same thing. Well this was an interesting development…one that strangely made him want to win her over if she wasn’t too keen on him.

Bonnie: Hi Ezekiel…Long time no see…

He smiles and bows his head slightly, trying to hide the annoyance at her using the name he very rarely used these days.

Gable: Likewise Bonnie, how was your trip from Quebec? Comfortable I hope!

He flashed what he considered a winning smile and she simply didn’t acknowledge it and sat down, carefully putting her jacket over the back of the seat she sat herself down in the seat and picked up the menu that must have been placed there previously. He didn’t like this at all…time to turn on the charm and start to make the most of the night he had all but been bullied into by his friend.

Gable: So erm…are you going to answer?

She fixed him with what looked like an irritated glance and shrugged.

Bonnie: It was okay I guess, could have been worse, could have been better…

With that she turned to the menu and studied it in silence till the waiter came over and asked for their orders. Gable was too caught up in how she was resisting his charms to hear what she ordered but the waiter knew from habit what he wanted, a red Thai curry with all the trimmings. Whilst their orders were being sorted, he thought it might as well be now he tried his best to not seem like a total ass.

Gable: I bet it’s good to see Danni again!

Bonnie looked up from the wine list and nodded, or at least Gable thought she did.

Bonnie: Yeah, I missed her the most when I moved away…

She went back to reading the wine list as Gable started to get slightly frustrated at his lack of success. Trying a new tact, he leaned in and smiled.

Gable: So how about the hockey season huh? It’s getting pretty tight!

He could swear she sighed as she put down the wine list and smiled that sweetly fake smile once more in his direction before answering.

Bonnie: I am not a particular hockey fan to be honest Ezekiel…

This was not going good at all, he tried the last ace up his sleeve and prayed for even moderate success in lieu of his failure so far at barely entertaining her, let alone having a successful date…shaking his head slowly he pasted on a smile and turned to her once more.

Gable: So did TJ and Danni tell you about my new line of work?

He thought he saw a glimmer of hope when a smile crossed her face and she looked at him. It was surprising that his last ditch attempt was about to work.

Bonnie: Yeah they did, and I am glad that you have made something of yourself…but I don’t particularly like wrestling, it’s all faked and stuff blatantly!

That was the last straw! He had cuts and bruises from that cage that would blow her theory out of the water, and the way that some of the people had ended Retribution? Well…they spoke for themselves, not even waiting for the food to be brought to them, he excused himself and decided that he would rather face the wrath of Danni than attempt to make any more pointless small talk. Making sure her head was securely away from where he was heading he swiftly left the restaurant and breathed a sigh of relief

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Narrator: Besides the fact that he got my name wrong, I have to say that I am not only surprised at his behaviour, I am surprised that Gable actually managed to DOWNGRADE what actually happened from the real events of what happened after Retribution! This has to be one for the books! And I can bet that it won’t be something he will make a habit of…well over to the man himself for his words against one Adam Riddick…
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My Reputation Takes Me Everywhere!

(The following is pre recorded my SCW’s Gable Winchester on a camcorder in an undisclosed location)

Gable can be seen and he waves to the camera before getting right down to business.

First things first, I would congratulate the man that FINALLY managed to win Gable Winchester once he figured that the way to do it was take him out of his comfort zone and throw him into that clusterfuck of a match on Retribution…but he decided to get whilst the going was good and he could say he held a victory over me…smart move my adversary haha, I’ll keep the space you once occupied in SCW warm and fill it for you nicely David because like you said, I AM the future of the business after all!

He looks at the camera and cocks his head to the side slightly

Hmmm, it seems that my opponent for this week is a guy that got attacked…no, blindsided by the Demon Barber and given a Lawler Buzzcut on the top and sides when he SHOULD have been backing up his team at the 2 For 1...welcome to the world of people who actually show up for their matches Adam! But in all seriousness I didn’t have you pegged as coming out on top against Chris in that match at Retribution, I mean I have no love for either of you as I am far beyond both of you in the talent stakes, but I dunno there is just something so…intimidating about the guy that makes me think twice before I would annihilate him with my little pinkie. Whereas you? I personally would be a little apprehensive that Christian Sausage-Roll would come and stick his porker in this match like he seems to do in every other match that doesn’t concern him; than be intimidated by you…

Gable runs a hand through his dreadlocks and smiles slightly

Now don’t mistake this for my saying you are nothing to me Adam, because to be quite honest I am honoured to be stepping into the ring with one of the Phantom Renegade/Pastry/Riddick Clan to be fair as you are all well known in your own rights yeah? But the thing is, when you have done more things in a month than some have done throughout their careers, you tend to get a belief in your abilities, especially if they are as brilliant as mine! I mean come on, making Hunter run away like a little bitch…and that was after I set the benchmark for the fastest pin this place has ever seen on the same guy…bringing the fight to David Miller more than just about anyone he has ever fought in a feud that put him back on the map…oh and not to mention leading a bunch of guys to victory at a massive 2 For 1 Special…you remember that one don’t you? Or was the sound of the shears too off-putting?

He smiles a little and shrugs at his own little joke before stretching and looking back into the camera

So you see Adam Riddick, you may have been picked to be on my team at the Pay Per View…not that you made it that far…but that doesn’t mean I have to share your ideals or even give you my last Rolo when this match is said and done. Just because I got dumped on the side I got put on, as I said at the time, it didn’t mean I was a natural bad guy…it was just that, well they didn’t want me humiliating Miller when I was on his side so it kinda made sense…almost. The thing I don’t get is that even though you have the Phantom Renegade’s genes in you, you struggled against a guy that has a losing streak bigger than Drew Weillacher’s waistline…and believe me that is BIG!

Making an expanding gesture with his hands he smirks and then chuckles slightly

In the meantime it was only one thing that messed up my chances of ridding the world of David Miller’s lacklustre approach to wrestling…but then again looks like it happened either way and in no small way was I responsible haha…a steel cage! I bet you studied that match and many others when you found out you were against the true rising star in SCW huh? It’s understandable you would do such a thing, I mean being beaten only once in an official capacity is pretty daunting and let’s face it, I am really damn good in that ring when I get going aren’t I? come on man, you can admit it, and I promise I won’t tell anyone! I just seriously hope that after the drama of my feud with Miller, that you don’t go and douse the newly lit fire in me by putting on a show Pee Wee Herman could surpass, with his eyes shut. Then again if you HAVE watched my last few performances you would see the sense in actually trying in the match as unlike Chris Lawler, I can actually do more than give you a run for your money…I can take the money and stroll away with it after leaving you a humble mess in the ring. If I learnt one thing from my time in the ring with David however, it is to not treat guys like you lightly, as the ones that go out with your mindset are the ones that have the most to prove, so take more risks etcetera and all that…but as long as there is any sort of pulse going in my body, I will not allow anyone that got taken out by Lawler, to notch up a win against me! I mean just in case you forgot, I am GABLE WINCHESTER! the man that has already shamed two guys into skulking away into the shadows after they realised they just weren’t that good! Is that what’s going to happen when I beat you Adam? Or should I be diplomatic and say IF I beat you?….nah, I don’t think I will go down that road, this isn’t going to be a stroll in the park but why let one lucky son of a bitch’s parting shot, ruin my already dazzling resume by putting me off against the more sensible of the Three Brothers? Adam Riddick, I slipped up in my match with Miller…

He rubs his chin and grins.

But unfortunately for you I am not handicapped by a structure of steel in our match, and you just happen to be yet another member of the old guard that needs reminding their time in the limelight should be overshadowed by new blood like myself.

See you on Breakdown Adam, and try not to get too scared at the prospect of facing me in the ring eh?

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Narrator: Well I suppose it did what it was meant to do…anyhow, allow me to fill you in on the surprising events that happened after Retribution…

Gable’s head and neck hurt bad.

A feeling he had grown used to when dealing with David Miller, but it never got any easier to cope with at the time. As much as he wanted to stop himself he smiled slightly to himself as he made his way slightly dejected up the ramp. As the fans gave a mixed reaction to his loss, some people actually shouting condolences much to his surprise; the same thoughts came spiralling through his head…ones that he had also figured would make him feel better for the inevitable moment this time came in his career. He said the words quietly to himself as he reached the top of the ramp.

Gable: The law of averages were clearly in his favour…I mean he had to win at some point with the streak I was on at his expense…”

Another thing that had wormed it’s way into his head without him openly acknowledging it. Each time he had stepped into the ring with David Miller, his respect for the man had grown exponentially and not only that, his desire to match the guy, strike for strike had most likely set him up to be a better all rounder for the future given his very limited wrestling experience besides his college achievements obviously. Taking one last look at the hilarious structure he had just been competing he shakes his head and turned away from it for the last time.

Gable: I guess I oughta thank you sort of David…

Saying this to himself he felt a slight bitter taste in his mouth as he said the words, whether it was because of his blatant denial of David’s credentials up until that point or he plain didn’t like the revelation spoken out loud. Either way he hadn’t learnt to put the hurt on Miller with kicks like the ones he was using since they had first thrown down; all off his own back…no, it was emulation in it’s purest form and that in itself pissed him off a little. As he pushed through the curtain and into the backstage area, TJ came running up to him with a frown on his face, clad in one of the many suits he had acquired to “look the part”, he was certainly a weird sight the way he was looking at Gable now.

TJ: Okay, first off…sorry about the loss, it was your first time in a cage, and he gained the upper hand through experience…so look on the bright side, you’ll own everyone, the next time you go in there!

Not particularly having the effect TJ was hoping it would have, he waited for a response from the dejected Gable and was soon rewarded if you could call it that, with what he desired.

Gable: Yeah…

TJ then adjusted his tie nervously as he gulped in a swab of air, which went unnoticed by Gable, before speaking next, hoping upon hoping that they weren’t going to be the last words he ever spoke.

TJ: And also…there’s something else, but I need you to promise me you won’t get mad…

A smart choice of words given the fact the guy had just walked away from the first loss of his budding career, with emotions all over the place. Gable simply looked at TJ, a frown forming on his face that was getting larger and larger by the second. Running his hands through his dreadlocks, he stared for a moment at TJ who once again started adjusting his tie nervously for what seemed like the millionth time.

Gable: What have you done this time Teej…

TJ shifts from foot to foot obviously not wanting Gable to know what he had done but feeling like he should. After he had stopped shifting, he ran a hand through his hair and then took a deep breath.

TJ: I rehired Bruce…

Gable’s eyes narrowed at this and for a moment there was silence between them, that seemed to go on forever until he blinked at TJ and frowned.

Gable: Who the hell is Bruce?

TJ shook his head and chuckled to himself.

TJ: Your narrator…

Realisation dawned on Gable as the frown turned into a full on grimace. He had fired that no good hack to stop him from ruining his career before it had barely begun and his so called best friend just what? Hires him straight back that’s what!

Gable: You rehired Reg? Are you nuts?!

TJ held his hands out palms facing Gable before speaking next, not even wanting to know how he had come to call his narrator by such a name.

TJ: Dude, I hate to be the bearer of such news but since he had been released, people had started paying less attention to you in that last set of promos you cut as they just second guessed all you would say and then stopped bothering full stop…he brings something fresh to the table and to be honest he does give you credit where it’s due…it’s just that you tend to elaborate on stuff a little…

Gable opens his mouth to protest but immediately TJ jumps back in, a smile on his face this time and he isn’t as wary of his friend this time round.

TJ: But to make you forget about that palaver as well as losing out narrowly to Miller, Danni and I hooked you up on a date!

Gable’s jaw slackened before he regained his composure and smiled slowly. He could only hope that they had somehow convinced Stacy to acknowledge his existence then he could set about forgetting Retribution and the fact that his idiotic narrator Reg had been rehired despite trying to ruin him.

Gable: So who is it with?

He rubbed his hands together expectantly as TJ smirked slightly.

TJ: Well you remember Danni’s sister Bonnie yeah?

The good feeling inside Gable dispersed as he thought about the girl that TJ was talking about. As much as he would like to think otherwise he knew deep down that there was only a certain level he would go to before he became shallow where looks were concerned. However this woman really did bring a new meaning to the word grotesquery.

Gable: Surely you don’t mean Snaggletooth?

TJ hit his forehead with the palm of his hand and shook his head vigorously.

TJ: Dude! Don’t let Danni hear you say that! But yeah, the one we used to mess around calling Snaggletooth all the time for her two front teeth being out of line…well she has just come back to town from Quebec and we thought that it would do you both some good to get back in the game…you know? You may be pleasantly surprised…

Gable shook his head.

Gable: No I don’t know TJ! You remember her right? No offence to Danni, but this woman isn’t exactly my type…

The last time he had seen her, besides the front teeth, her red hair was always greasy looking, she had to wear a retainer, thick rimmed glasses and had one of the most annoying laughs on the planet. So it may be understandable from someone that somehow manages to grasp his point of view as to why he is less than enthusiastic about it.

TJ: Aww come on man, I already told Danni you would and she was all excited and stuff…and I already booked you a table at that Thai restaurant we frequent when we go visit your folks…

Gable thought his head was going to explode with this revelation and looked round seriously trying to find something he could beat his friend’s head in with for this betrayal of confidence. Looking at the imploring look on TJ’s face, he sighed and his shoulders visibly sagged before he sighed once more for effect.

Gable: Teej…you owe me BIG for this one…

His advisor patted him on the shoulder with a grin like a Cheshire Cat and smirked.

TJ: You are a lifesaver! Now you better hurry man, I booked the table with just enough time for you to get from here to there in a cab with little time to spare!

Looking around again for anything, even a two by four, he was ready to kill for real this time…a date was one thing, but for the same night he had kicked David’s ass all over the ring before being foiled by one lousy assist from the cage…this was evil…but a deal was a deal. He started sprinting down to his locker room and called over his shoulder once again to TJ.

Gable: You owe me BIG Teej!

LATER AT THE THAI RESTAURANT

SCW Superstar in waiting, Gable Winchester walks into the restaurant and asks the Maitre’d for the reservation, leading him over; he notices that Bonnie is there already and at that point he has to simply stand and stare…her lank greasy hair was now a shock of red that looked amazingly sleek and style, immaculate down to the trimmed ends. There was no sign of the thick rimmed glasses he used to tease her about, instead, her baby blue eyes stood out even from this distance. Her front teeth were all straight and pearly white when she spotted him and smiled widely, much to his surprise; the retainer was gone too. She had on a stunning midnight black dress with a neckline that showed a decent amount of flesh without being tacky which stopped mid thigh. Not even letting them reach the table, Bonnie strode over in her heels, walking like a pro and closer up she looked even more beautiful

Bonnie: Hi Ezekiel…Long time no see!

She shocks him further by kissing him on his cheek lightly, and the tingly feeling it left wasn’t unpleasant! He even decided to let the fact drop that she used his “uncool” name instead of Gable too he was that mystified by her. Wrapping her arms around his frame, she leans her head into his chest for a moment longer than necessary before letting go.

Gable: Likewise Bonnie, how was your trip from Quebec? Comfortable I hope!

He flashed what he considered a winning smile and she grinned back, he couldn’t help but look on fascinated at her teeth…discretely of course. Walking back over to the table, he held her chair out for her and helped her to be seated before walking round and sitting on the seat directly across the table from her. Almost forgetting he had asked her a question in his amazement at Bonnie’s transformation, he started slightly as Bonnie answered now, her eyes not leaving his.

Bonnie: It could have been more comfortable I suppose but I was too focussed on how good it would be to see Danni, Teej…and you

As she let the last word trail off, he could swear that he saw her blush and smiled to himself…this might not be so bad after all…

Gable: Well in their infinite wisdom, Danni and Teej only told me today you were here otherwise I would have scrubbed up a little better…came here straight from work.

Her face lit up at this and then she reached across and put her hand on his arm for a moment, allowing it to linger as she spoke.

Bonnie: Oh of course! Danni told me about your big call up in that wrestling federation! Looks like that big headed kid I used to play on the rope swing with down by the river has finally got a place to put his big mouth and matching muscles to the test huh?

He was seriously impressed with her enthusiasm for his signing up with SCW, he had expected her to not be particularly interested in wrestling, or even worse, go the route of the cynic saying about the fake aspect or something.

Gable: Yeah haha.

Bonnie: So have you got a nickname or some code name that I should call you now you are a big wrestling star?

She winked at him as she said this and he felt himself get a little embarrassed at how good things were going with them in spite of his initial reservations

Gable: I tend to go by the name of Gable Winchester now…but Gable’s good.

A grin spread on her face as she mouthed the name to herself.

Bonnie: Seems to have a nice ring to it, I like it Ezekiel…I mean Gable!

She withdrew her hand from his arm now, which slightly disappointed him, but he didn’t have much time to ponder it as the waiter came over and asked for their orders. Gable was too caught up in how she was making all the big moves instead of him, to hear what she ordered but the waiter knew from habit what he wanted, a red Thai curry with all the trimmings. Whilst their orders were being sorted, he thought it might as well be now he tried his best to see if the start of the date was just a fluke

Gable: I bet it’s good to see Danni again!

Bonnie looked up from the wine list she had picked up and nodded, or at least Gable thought she did.

Bonnie: Yeah, I missed her the most when I moved away…

Gable frowned slightly before Bonnie spoke again.

Bonnie: But I missed you guys of course! Geology is so much fun, it is fascinating to realise all the aspects to it, you know?

Gable: Yeah, I was stoked when I heard you got a big job up there!

She flashed him a smile as she went back to reading the wine list as Gable started to think he may have actually dropped onto a stroke of good luck this time around. Going for the grand slam, he leaned in and smiled.

Gable: So how about the hockey season huh? It’s getting pretty tight!

He could swear she smirked as she put down the wine list and smiled that sweet smile once more in his direction before answering.

Bonnie: Just because I have become a native of Canada it doesn’t mean I become a hockey fan by default Gable…you should know that, with all the football games we watched together when we were younger!

It was true, even though they used to tease her incessantly, they did share their passion for watching the Superbowl and the likes when it came on TV even if they didn’t have a particular team they followed at any one time. When their meals were brought to the table, Gable smiled to himself as she had picked the exact same dish as he had without even realising it. What followed was a meal full of good conversation and surprising levels of connection between them. She explained that when she had gotten her first big pay cheque in her new job, she had decided to sort herself out and get her teeth sorted by phenomenal dentistry, get a top stylist to all but redesign her hair, contacts to replace the glasses and to top it off to help her self esteem, breast implants, which she shyly talked about to Gable; who in a strange act of chivalry didn’t feel the need to check her out as he would have normally. As they finished, Gable noted her jotting something down on a piece of notepad paper before he walked round and helped her out from the seat in the true gentleman fashion. She beamed at him before speaking, her head tilted slightly to compensate the now obvious size difference between them as they were so close.

Bonnie: Gable…I have had a real good time tonight…I am glad I let Danni convince me to show up as I was a bit sceptical, you know?

Haha that feeling was definitely mutual in Gable’s case. He nodded. She pressed the piece of paper she had wrote on into his palm and closed his fingers around it.

Bonnie: Call me…I would like to see you again…a lot.

Gable: I will.

They walked out of the restaurant side by side and as they reached the darkened street outside the restaurant, Bonnie surprised him by putting her arm around his neck and pulling him in for a deep lingering kiss that almost literally took his breath away. After their lips parted, she smiled.

Bonnie: Something to remember me by…

She winked before kissing his cheek again and dashing to a taxi that had just pulled up on the nearby kerb. She waved as the cab drove away leaving Gable stood on the sidewalk looking rather shell-shocked as if he had just woken from a dream. It started to drizzle around him.

…....

Narrator: See what I mean? I was shocked too! Things actually went right for him that night and he tried covering it up with a piece of fiction? It’s usually the other way round! Well I guess that we will just have to see if he has some deep reason for doing it or whether it is just another facet of the enigma that is Gable Winchester. The added factor of whether he can overcome Adam Riddick and start another impressive run may very well be a matter that may become relevant in the answer to that one, but we shall have to see. Goodbye for now and thanks for listening!
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OOC: No worries Gable. I've been pressed for time here to. Running a kids camp is not an easy thing. I was debating this and, since you yourself have made mention to your busy schedule, I will leave this at a 1 rp limit match.

Good luck to bro and good job with your rp.
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