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Natalie Nichols vs. Thirteen
Topic Started: Jan 11 2012, 08:13 PM (96 Views)
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SCW PRESENTS: Featuring:

Natalie Nichols vs. Thirteen

RP Limit: 1 RP each
Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday January 17, 2012

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Local Bar in Atlanta, Georgia
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With the fading light of day, and the encroaching darkness that gathered in the distance brought to light another day that was beginning to draw to a close. Many were punching out and heading home, others grabbing a few drinks with some friends, and other still just starting their evening nine to five. All the same day in and day out for the most part since the beginning of recorded history. So in a sense a routine that has seemingly not lost its function to say the least. It was after all the norm for nearly everyone of consenting and legal age. And what better way to end your day then with friends and family over a few drinks and a couple games of pool?

There really wasn’t much of anything better then that at least for Natalie Nichols and those she was traveling with tonight. In fact, as she was getting out of the extended cab truck belonging to Gene Blanchard. Her adoptive father so to speak. She could be seen she was in fact with Gene, Jayde her manager, and the love of her life. With her long hair free flowing and down around her shoulders, Natalie is seen by those with her to be wearing a black corset like top with a thin black trim and short sleeves over her form fitting skinny jeans. Smiling she glances around at the already semi-filled parking lot, noting others seemingly having the same idea. To knock a few back and enjoy the remainder of the night with those around you.

Turning she closes her door, as Jayde gets out on her side as well. Her long hair is pulled back into a ponytail. Unlike Natalie, Jayde is seen wearing traditional pair of cowboy boots, jeans, and a flannel open to her white tank top. The guys on the other hand wore you basic jeans, and t-shirts..There was no need for fancy tonight. Tonight was about relaxing in comfort. Tonight was about cutting loose and enjoying what life you could with those you could. And with that being said, they all waited as Gene locked up the truck before heading into the bar as one unit.

It wasn’t until after they entered the bar and grill, that they all had to take a brief moment to allow their eyes to adjust before they could see in the dimly lit room. Varies tables though some empty, had a few patrons mixing and mingling, as other shot pool in the back on one of three tables. Some of the nameless masses with in the bar were even lined up at the bar itself leaving only a few empty stools here and there. And the night had only just begun. Wait till about another hour or two when things really would be heating up around here...


Natalie: Looks like it is going to be a packed house tonight.
Dakota: We could go somewhere else.
Natalie: True...Vhat do you guys tink?

She inquired as she looked back at Gene and Jayde, awaiting their opinion. Gene didn't say anything. Instead walked over to to certain table and cleared his throat. The guy at the table turned around looking for a fight bit seeing that it was Gene Blanchard he as about to fight with, the guy quickly got up and moved, even brushing off the seat before he did.

Dakota: I'm liking Gene Blanchard more and more these days.
Natalie: It vas funny to see but not necessary love...

Natalie sarcastically, as she made her way over with Dakota and Jayde.

Natalie: Vhat is vrong vith you Gene? Did dat man piss in your cherrios this morning?
Gene: This is our table isn't it old woman?

Gene pulled out the chair for Jayde. Jayde sat down with a smirk on her face before looking back over her shoulder and up at Gene.

Jayde: Ahh you remembered you old bastard. I bet I could still drink your ass under the table till this day.
Natalie: Hey hey..Ve only came here to play a couple games of pool and get a few drinks before dinner now.

Natalie teased as Dakota held out a seat for her and she too sat down before he took a seat himself. Gene snaps his fingers for a couple of beers. A waitress in tight jeans, dress shirt and cowboy hat brings a round of beers for them all before walking away. Gene picks up his beer, popping the top off with his mouth and down half of it . He smirks and then looks over at Natalie.

Gene: Pool. What the hell you know about pool?

Using the edge of the table, Natalie pops the top of her on her long neck and glances towards Jayde and Dakota before looking back at Gene to answer.

Natalie: I know plenty, they do have pool in Russia Gene. Care to vager?
Jayde: Looks like the lady has laid down the challenge. Guess its time to see if you are all to talk .. Eh you old goat?

Gene stood up without answering Jayde. He knew she was just egging him on anyway but now he had every intention on seeing what Natalie could do.

Gene: I rack em'. You break.
Natalie: You are on...

Natalie retorted with a mischievous grin, before getting up out of her seat as well. Staring at him head on, she tried not to grin as Dakota shook his head chuckling to himself. The bet was on, and it was clearly about to go down. If not on winning bets, at least to prove a point...And maybe rub some salt into a wound or two...

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The chatter of muffled conversation and country music is the first thing that breaks the silence, as the scene opens in what appears to be that of a redneck bar. The air is heavy and thick, and even with the front door open tendrils of smoker cling to the ceiling making things even a bit more...How to say, stuffy. All the same everyone that was with in this place seemed to be enjoying themselves to say the least. And those that weren’t sat at the bar drowning their sorrows in whatever it is they had ordered. But it was at the back of the place, where the pool tables resided that was of interest..Not the front of the house...

Gene Blanchard pulled the triangle out from the holder and placed it upon the green felt top. Skillfully, he racks the balls up making sure the eight ball is directly in the center. Natalie calmly chalks up her tip and spreads a little bit of the chalk powder along her index and thumb creating a barrier for less friction. Jayde and Dakota held their drinks while watching from the sidelines...Leaning down to take aim after placing the cue ball into position, Natalie lines up her sight. Some of her long dark hair slid down falling along her arm almost as if veiling herself to those on her left. To keep her expression from being seen.


Natalie: Much like da game of pool or any game at all in fact...Any sport even. It is about timing, precision, and the chance of the draw...Not to mention a vee bit of luck. And if you are just a bit off your game....

Natalie began, as she drew back her stick and fluidly brought it quickly forward connecting soundly with the cue ball. She did so brilliantly, breaking the whole lot of them as they clang and smack together before slamming into the side walls...A strip went down in the far corner pocket followed closely there after by a solid, while the rest of them remained on the green felt top.

Natalie: You could completely miss....And dere by setting you off to a bad start. Sure dere is a vay to bounce back even vhen tings seem dismal and unfortunate. Vhen you tink dere is no vay possible. As long as you have faith...As long as you have da vill to go on at all costs even vhen you tink you can’t. You have a vay....Da only ting dat vould stop you is, how much bullshit and pain you can take. How far you can push yourself. And da ting in da end you have to ask yourself...Is if it vas all vorth it...And if you can say dat every damn minute vas, den you know you can do anyting. If you say no...Den you need to head back home vhere it is safe. Because da vorld is one hell of an ugly place dat is not safe for dose dat tread lightly in anyting. Especially vrestling...

Natalie fore warned her captive audience, as she rounded the table eyeing up her next shot. Gene stood at the one corner away from grumbling a bit, as Natalie smirked.

Natalie: Looks like you are solids Gene...

Natalie broke away to inform Gene of the obvious.

Natalie: But in moving forvard you do run risks...Risks dat can benefits as vell as cost you. And if you have vhat it takes den by all means go da distance. However, you can not be too cocky unlike my seemingly vayvard opponent tinks. You must know you limits. Getting too cocky you risk losing sight of your own abilities and tinking you can do tings you can’t and or open da preverbal vindow of opportunity. And all it may take is one stupid mistake and your opponent could and very vell may own you. Den all you have is da right to be pissed at yourself for your own stupid ass mistakes. So like before der are risks.

Though I must agree vith my opponent Thirteen. Once you have taste of darkness, it implants a seed...And dat seed grows slowly turning you from vith in. There is no escaping it. There is no turning back. And frankly once you let go of morals and a sense of honor den you are free. Not only dat, but you realize dat given da chance...Your goody little two shoes opponent dat you might be facing, more den likely vould pull da rug out from under you given da damn chance. Screw you over. But it is in a sense better to never give dem dat chance. So keep a damn head on your shoulders and you just might get some vhere in dis sport, or any vhere in life in general.

I vould tink you could agree to some extent Thirteen. I know you are a sarcastic and sadistic prick, but all da same you seem to tink pretty straight for someone whom has no hope. But unfortunately for you ve do share some tings in common. I took do not given in or give up easily. In fact, I keep fighting until I am physically unable to stand no more. Dat is a fault of mine. Oh dat is right you are a man dat enjoys pointing out da faults of others. Taunting dem vith der veaknesses...You toy vith dem attempting to get under der skin. So answer me dis...Is dat da reason you missed out on your attempts for da adrenaline title and failed?

Another question Thirteen...Vhen did you tink you had say in vhom hold vhat title and vhom is deserving of dat title? Der must have been a change in da management at da SCW, and my copy of da memo must have been lost in translation. You a man vith vhich I do hold a degree of respect for because I do agree vith some of da tings you say from time to time...Have no right nor ability to say vhom is deserving. Nor do I. But dis is a free country and ve can express our opinions freely so I guess I can’t fault you too much for dat. But let’s be real Thirteen you are not as unstoppable as you yourself pretend to be. You vill fall just like everyone else. If not by my hand, den by someone else, rest assured on dat much.

Natalie stated openly with a hint of sarcasm, as she remain focused on the pool game at hand. Spotting her opening, she moves passed Gene patting him on the back and leans over and takes aim once more. Another strip goes into the side pocket with the eight ball teetering on the edge...Wincing at the thought of losing this early on, she sighs in relief as it does drop in. Moving around she eyes another shot and takes aim towards the same pocket and misses but successfully knocks the eight ball out of the danger zone. Shrugging, she steps back as Gene eyes her suspiciously before looking the table over for his turn.

Natalie: So how about you lose da I am better den everyone else trip and be real vith vhat is going on. So vhat if you give a rat’s ass, or don’t care. So vhat is you are focused...Stop trying to prove some point dat needs pointing out and act. Ya know da saying actions speak louder den vords. And another ting, screw dose dat claim you ran Sasha down...Dat is old news. You know differently no need to defend yourself to dem or anyone if you are truly innocent right?

Natalie inquired as Gene took a shot and banked it off the side managing to sink a couple solids in one pocket. Frumping a bit, Natalie watches as he attempts to make another trick shot but fails epically. Laughing, she walks over to Dakota and he hands her her beer. Taking a long drink, she hands it over before licking sensually the reminisce from her lips provoking Dakota to kiss her a bit before letting her go to take her shot. Chuckling, she turns back towards the table with Jayde shaking her head. Casually she walks around the pool table once more before coming to a stop half way around and moves into position to take another shot.

Natalie: So my last question for you Thirteen is dis. Vhat is more important to you. You innocence in da eyes of others, or vhom you are facing in da ring? Because you vill need to leave da bullshit home or at least in da back if you vant to valk out of dis in once piece. Do I tink you are a push over, hell no. I know better den dat...But a full plate is still a full plate Thirteen..Remember dat vhen you step into dat ring. Cause even da slightest of distractions can be costly.

Natalie offered up a bit of wisdom, as she took aim...The scene instantly blinks out at the sound of the cue ball striking another.


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When a couple of beers, and a few games of pool no longer can fend off your hunger, the normal response would be to eat. Or find some place that might cater to your current cravings and or situation. That is why Natalie, Jayde, Gene, and Dakota all felt like leaving the bar and grill once it became too packed and go to the local steak house just down the street. True, it too was ungodly packed....But appearance can often be deceiving at first glance. Maybe things would wouldn’t be so bad once you got in.

Or so Natalie thought, as Gene pulled into the parking lot. Sure enough there was limited parking left, which meant potentially a long ass wait to be seated and longer wait on getting your food. But everyone in the truck was too hungry at this point to give a rat’s ass. Once Gene managed to park the truck and everyone got in, it was quite the opposite. Sure there was a bit of a wait for the four of them, but things were moving rather steadily. They had to wait only roughly twenty minutes before they were seated in a boot near the back corner along a mirrored wall. A mirror used to enhance the lay out of the moderately sized room as it was. Again, appearance and deceiving comes to mind as Jayde and Natalie slide in first with Dakota and Gene following suit.

The waitress came to place a glass of water down for each, before taking their drink order. Turning she casually heads back to fill it, as Natalie smiles over at Dakota whom leans in and gives her a kiss before looking back over at Gene and Jayde.


Dakota: I am thoroughly enjoying myself tonight.
Natalie: You aren’t the only one...Vhat about you guys?
Gene: Damn straight but I'll be enjoying myself a little more once I get some food in my stomach.
Jayde: I agree with the jack ass.
Gene: I'm telling you..Hell just bring the whole damn cow. I'll cut the bastard up and cook it myself.
Natalie: Leave the poor vaitress alone. She is bringing us our drinks. If anything vring da damn cooks neck for not being a mind reader for vhat you vant...

Natalie laughed as the waitress indeed was in fact walking over with a tray of their drinks. Calmly the waitress sets the drinks down as Dakota chuckles. Tucking the tray under her arm, she asks with the smack of her gum what they would like to have. Natalie repulse by the gum chewing sighs and shakes her head and orders a cheese burger and fries. Dakota himself orders the sirloin and mashed potates...The waitress then turns towards Gene and Jayde.

Waitress: And for you two?

Gene and Jayde place their orders as well, and Jayde casually turns towards Gene as she disappears into the kitchen.

Jayde: She told you a eh old man.
Gene: Yeah but if someone doesn't like the way I act there's the damn door and I can have my dinner without em. Makes no difference to me.

Natalie is a bit taken back by his sudden aggression towards her when all she was doing is playing. Turning she glances at Dakota whom shakes his head and shrugs. Looking back at Gene, she arches a questioning brow.

Natalie: Vhat da hell is vrong vith you? I vas only teasing ya ya hardass. But if you got a bone to pick vith me den spit it out now or keep da attitude to yourself. Because I have nothing but absolute respect for ya Gene and you of all people should know dat....Jayde? Do you know vhat is going on?
Jayde: Yeah Gene is being Gene. You should know not to expect anything less from him besides that is what he wanted you to do stand up to him. If you had backed down, then he would have lost respect for ya.
Gene: I can speak fr myself you old hag.

Everyone looks at Gene but in truth Jayde had said it all already causing him to have nothing to say.

Gene: What she said. But Hard ass eh? Next time I'm sure you can call me worse than that. No need to hold back.
Natalie: You don’t normally fucking talk to me dat vay Gene. Sure you can be a ripe old jackass all da same, but you are being unusually ornery tonight. So what bee flew up you craw?
Gene: What bee flew up my...You aren't making any since at all and come on. You've heard worse than that. You letting me get under your skin like that then what will you do when one of your opponents say something bad about you. Don't get all soft just cause its me.

Gene now leans back in his chair and stares at Natalie for a moment.

Gene: Jayde and I didn't take you in to be a complainer. Come on tell me off. Get up and slap me. Say you aren't gonna take it from me. Don't ask for an explanation. You think your opponent will give you one?
Natalie: Ya know vhat Gene? I don’t fucking need your bullshit, or your god damn attitude you redneck fucker. And I ain’t playing your little mind game anymore. So you can sit on that and spin.

Natalie chided as she too sat back crossing her arms over her chest have hading enough of his bullshit for one night. She wanted to have some fun with them, not be riled up because he had nothing better to do with his time. And if she wasn’t boxed in she would get up and walk the hell out.

Gene: That does it. I've raised to kids . I've been a champion both them been a champion because I made sure they knew how things work. That their opponents wasn't going to sugar coat anything and drag them through the mud with words. They needed to be tough enough to take. Because you are like a daughter to me, I decided to give you your last lessen . Make sure you walk into that ring and take what’s yours from your opponent. You don't appreciate it fine.

Gene stands up and starts to walk away, saying he had better places to be with people who appreciated that he knew what he was talking about.

Jayde: Another great night out with Gene Blanchard. Never a dull momment.
Natalie: Vell fuck him too. I don’t need him. And I plan to doing just dat and take vhat I vant from my opponents and not look back vondering vhat if. I am done vith dat shit. I am done second guessing myself. But if he vants to throw a damn fit like a baby because I von’t play his stupid mind fuck game den let him valk. As a matter of fact, as soon as ve get back to da farm. I vill pack my shit and get da hell out....
Dakota: Nat...
Natalie: No...I am sick of his big gruff bullshit. I know I need to be tough and take vhat I can get and demand more. I know dat. But doesn’t fucking mean he has to ride my shit and make me feel like shit every time I am around him....If you vant you can stay here, but I am not gunna sit here and listen to it no more Dakota. He vas like a pa to me, but you can only take so much of dat shit before you snap. And dammit it to high hell da bastard may be right but he doesn’t have to be such an jerk!

Natalie hissed venomously before pushing Dakota till he got up. Swallowing hard she got up as a great number of the patrons were now looking over towards them. Natalie seeing this looks around and adjust her top. Turning she heads out herself figuring a nice walk would be nice to cool down, making sure to head away from Gene and his truck. Dakota pays for their drinks and wasted food and looks towards Jayde wondering what the hell Gene had awoken in her or even started....Just as he goes to head after her, Natalie storms back in and heads for the bathroom. Jayde sat almost to calm, sipping off her drink and eating...After a nervous waitress dropped off their food at the table. None of this bothered her one bit as she had seen all this with Tyler and Jayme growing up. She wasn't going to waste her for food for any of it.

Jayde: Welcome to a Blanchard family outing Dakota. All that was missing was a fist fight.

Dakota wasn’t sure what to do and figured better to sit down and eat what he could while Natalie secluded herself to the restroom where no man should dare go unless he was cleaning it out. Picking up his knife and fork, he casually began to cut into his sirloin.

Dakota: Glad to be a part of it....Pass the A1?

He asked of her as the scene fades out on the two of them enjoying what was left of their dinner party of four.
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OOC: My apologies for getting close to deadline with this. This has not been a good weekend for me, dealing with work from both college classes and my internship as well as battling with the flu, and I also had some issues with my girlfriend that I finally resolved this morning (the first good note I've had in a little while). Regardless, I tried my best to put something good out for Breakdown and am now looking forward towards BH&S. There's no present CD piece this time, as I haven't had the time or creative energy to get that far and it's too late to try and come up with something at this point. The CD is off-camera and the shoot is on-camera, as usual. Best of luck to Natalie!
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It had been a restless week for the Marsh siblings. And who could blame them? They were on edge after James had uncovered the hidden plan their parents had been enacting for quite some time to ultimately put a stop to the power they had gained and used against them. For so long, James and Kelly felt invincible as they used their mom and dad’s own ‘proud parent moment’ against them to keep both of them safe, with Kelly acting as a human shield that they would never touch out of fear of a neighbor finding out that they abused the ‘precious baby’ they had been showing off when she was born and James using that to avoid being abused himself and bettering their childhoods. But after discovering that most of those neighbors had moved away and on Kelly’s third birthday they would only be left surrounded by empty, foreclosed houses or neighbors that didn’t know or care they existed, they went into panic mode and have been trying desperately to find a way to stop this from happening. Sadly, there seemed to be no solution, and as Kelly’s third birthday rapidly approached along with the looming dread of James returning to the suffering he had endured for many years and Kelly having to join him.

After they had found out, every day leading up to this point has been the same thing: James and Kelly trying to make the most out of the freedom they had left to basically control their parents, with subtle attempts to try and convince them to give money to the Archer family next door to keep them from moving away (and subsequently destroying their plan) sprinkled in. But mom and dad weren’t stupid, considering they had come out victorious in most of the mental chess games they had played against their son over the years. It wasn’t hard for them to figure out that their kids knew what was going on by now, but they just smiled at the knowledge that it was far too late for them to really do anything to stop it, knowledge they know their kids also possessed. No matter how hard they tried, James and Kelly simply could not think of a solution to solve this problem in time.

It was currently late at night on the day before Kelly’s birthday. The brother and sister were in their bedroom, James slowly pacing back and forth as he desperately tried to think of something… anything… that would stop this just in time, while Kelly just lie on her bed gazing in fear at the clock that sat upon their bedside table as it slowly counted down to midnight and the beginning of her birthday. James knew she was afraid… he could see her shaking as she clung to her pillow tightly while small tears rolled down her cheeks. He wanted to comfort her and tell her everything would be alright, just like any normal big brother would, but they both knew that would be a lie… things weren’t going to be alright. Kelly was going to get seriously hurt by those monsters they called their parents, and there was nothing that he could do to stop them. He knew he was ignoring the amount of pain he would most likely be in as well, especially since it had been quite a while since they had last harmed him, but he was far more concerned about Kelly right now than he was about himself. He knew that he could handle it, no matter how bad it would be, because he’d been through this ever since he was three. But he’d been there before and knew how badly it was going to hurt the very first time, knowing full well that after it happened Kelly would feel like she was dying because of how much pain she’d be in.

With a frustrated sigh, James sat down on the edge of his bed, his eyes locking themselves on the carpet. He hated feeling powerless, especially after he and Kelly had pretty much been in full control for the past couple of months. He hated that his little sister, the only person who had ever showed him any true kindness in his entire life, was about to follow in his footsteps just because she cared. He hated that there was virtually nothing he could do to stop it, assuming their parents left anything of him in one piece to even make some kind of attempt at stopping it in the first place. He hated that any of this was even going to happen with no possible way of stopping it.

“James?”

James stopped thinking about all the things he hated about this and glanced up at his baby sister as she just gazed at him through teary eyes. Somehow, seeing Kelly’s face just caused him to forget about everything for a brief moment. He took a deep breath and stood up from his bed so he could go sit on her bed and be by her side. As soon as he sat down, she let go of her pillow and leapt up to hug him tightly in her small arms, going into full-on crying as she let it all out, her brother letting her tears stain his shirt so she could get it all out of her system. His hand gently rubbed her back as he tried to comfort her, glancing over at the clock quickly and finding it to read 11:55 PM.

“Kelly…”

Kelly slowly looked up into his eyes, finding it a bit difficult to see through her tears. James softly wiped a tear from her cheek as he looked at his sister with a determined expression.

“I’m not going to let them hurt you Kelly…”

Kelly frowned as she buried her face against his shirt again, her words coming out slightly muffled.

“We don’t have much of a choice James… what can we do to stop them?”

Kelly resumed her crying. It truly hurt James to see her like this… it hurt far worse than any punch his dad had ever landed on his face or any bone his parents had broken. This pain was coming from his heart… and James was about to start listening to it. His head and heart were in agreement now as a plan formed. It wasn’t much of one, but it was something to at least help Kelly until he could figure out something better to try.

“I’m not going to let them hurt you Kelly…”

Kelly gazed up at his face again after he’d repeated those words.

“How James? How?”

“…they can’t hurt you if they never even lay a finger on you…”

Kelly stopped crying briefly as she slowly raised an eyebrow, unsure of what was going through her brother’s mind right now. He just stared into her eyes with that same look of determination he’d been wearing ever since she had wrapped her arms around him.

“Wh- what do you mean brother?”

“Kelly… I won’t let them hurt you. I refuse to see you go through the exact same torment that I have gone through for so many years… you don’t deserve it.”

“But you don’t either!”

“I know sis… but at least I’ve suffered through it long enough to be able to take whatever they can throw at me. But I remember back when I was about your age… I remember so vividly how terrible the pain was… regardless of whether or not I truly deserve this, I know for sure that you don’t deserve it, and I refuse to let anything bad happen to you.”

“What are you saying James?”

James took a deep breath before he said his next words, knowing full well that once he said them… there was no turning back from the course he was about to start upon.

“I will protect you Kelly… no matter what they try, I won’t let them lay so much as a finger upon you. I will be a shield to protect you, just as you have been for me, but I will absorb any punishment they try to give to you. I don’t care if that means I get hurt even more, because as long as you’re safe then it’ll be worth it. I’ve already felt the pain Kelly… there’s no reason that you should too…”

James found himself softly smiling at his sister as she contemplated what she had just heard. Slowly, she nodded her head and smiled as well, hugging her brother as tight as she could. It was the only option they had at the moment, and they were going to take it until they could figure out something better. Slowly, they both glanced at the clock again and realized that it was now midnight. James then planted a soft kiss on his sister’s cheek.

“Happy third birthday Kelly… and I’ll make sure that you can at least celebrate it…”

Kelly smiled as she held her brother close, trusting him and knowing that he would keep her safe, no matter what…

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“Why am I not surprised?

Why am I not surprised that Mr. D feels that it’s necessary to place himself into my match with Jason Zero at Body, Heart and Soul as the special guest referee? Fairness, my ass… he wants nothing more than to try and screw me over and fulfill his own personal agenda against me because he’s so sure I’m the one who ran down his daughter. When will he understand that if there’s no visible evidence that I’m the one who did it, then I can’t be held accountable for what happened? The fact that Jason basically wants not only the same thing that Mr. D wants but also wants to rip me apart because of what I’ve done to him and his brother for the past few months tells me that the only real purpose for this match is to try and torture me until they both get what they want, regardless of whether or not they’re on the same page. I can see what’s going to happen from a mile away, and believe me when I say this… it’s not going to work. You don’t think that in all the time I’ve been wrestling that I haven’t encountered this same scenario somewhere down the line? You two are so predictable it’s not even funny…

But that little issue will be resolved at Body, Heart and Soul. I still have Breakdown to see if Mr. D and Zero have anything else they’d like to try before I show them how futile their attempts truly are. Hell, I can already see the ‘fairness’ in Zero not competing for a few shows so he can rest up for this match while I conveniently have a match with one of the participants in that pay-per-view’s Underground Title match. If that’s your best shot at trying to hinder me moving forward Mr. D, then I’m severely disappointed. You think that if I walk into Body, Heart and Soul with some fatigue that I’ll be easier for a well-rested Zero to handle? I don’t know if you realize this Mr. D, but I went through a childhood where I was beaten and abused each and every single day of my life ever since I turned three. Whatever you think that Natalie Nichols can accomplish in doing to me won’t matter come Sunday, because Zero will still have to face me at full strength and he will still fall before the Angel of Death.

But that does now bring me to Natalie, and I’m actually a bit surprised that you somewhat understand it. Once you taste the darkness, there is no turning back. I say ‘somewhat’ because there’s still a part of you that has not given in to the darkness. What am I talking about, you ask? The fact that you recently got married and are no longer Natalie Dubrinsky. Tell me… is your new husband just like you? Does he understand the darkness? Does he embrace it like you try to do? Somehow, I doubt that… and that is why you don’t understand what you are getting yourself into. If you had truly immersed yourself in the darkness and become free then you wouldn’t have anybody caring about you that doesn’t understand. Everyone around you would look at you like you’re some kind of monster and either try to pick a fight or flat out avoid you, and there would truly be no soul that has any compassion for the likes of you. But no… you have friends and a husband who love you and care about you, yet they have no understanding of the darkness that surrounds you. They try to play it off as ‘loving you for who you truly are’ but no person who says that truly means it… deep down, they hate you and despise who you are, but also feel sorry for you because of what you are and want to try and change you, give you some semblance of a normal life. Thus, you are left with a choice… do you stay with those who care about you and try to flee the darkness, or do you fully embrace it at the cost of everything you love and care about? That was the decision that plagued Christian Savior, and it ultimately cost him. Who’s to say the same doesn’t apply to you Natalie?

But before you try to turn the tables on me, let me make one thing clear: unlike you, who is surrounded by those that don’t understand the darkness and want to change you for the better when you truly don’t want that, I only have one person in this entire world that truly cares about me, and she has followed me in and embraced the darkness herself so that she could fight back, just like me. That was her decision to make, and she wanted to embrace the darkness for her own safety. To this day, she has never regretted it.

You want to know why I enjoy taunting individuals with their weaknesses? Because when I show them the truth, they either embrace it and become stronger or can’t handle it and fall apart. When one targets a weakness so intensely for so long, it forces that person to stop living without doing anything about it. It will either be your undoing, or become an asset you can use to turn the tables when you play your cards correctly. I am very familiar with my weaknesses and know how to turn them into strengths when the time is right. Can you say the same Natalie? Or do you just enjoy allowing others to beat the ever-living hell out of you until you reach your limit? Trust me when I say that there’s a big difference between simply knowing that you can take a lot of punishment and trying to pass it off as a strength until it becomes too much and costs you your career, and realizing that you can use that as a mental weapon against your opponent to slowly tear away at their confidence until they are vulnerable. You are the former, merely spouting off that you can take a lot of punishment in hopes that it will rattle your opponents and just accepting the fact that you can suffer through a lot as you try to claim victory. I am the latter, knowing full well that I am experienced in being hurt and in pain and using that to slowly show my opponent that what they put me through is something I’ve experienced plenty of times before, and they have no chance unless they can find something to hurt me that I haven’t felt before. But who exactly knows what there is that I haven’t been hurt by at some point in my life?

You think you can try to get under my skin by using my Adrenaline Title loss from a while back against me? Maybe that would have worked a tiny bit had you also not failed to remove that title from the waist of Ryan Watson. Hell, you couldn’t even overcome Christian Savior, the same man that I took out last Breakdown and won’t be coming back for quite some time. And what about your failed attempts to claim the Underground Title that you so desperately seek? You think defeating me is going to help you out any when you challenge for that belt this Sunday? If all you want out of this match is a win to gain momentum, then you’ve already lost. Do I have momentum going for me right now? Absolutely, but I’m not going around looking to just increase it. I don’t even give a damn that I haven’t lost a match since November of last year. I step into that ring, not to try and gain momentum and hope it leads to something good, but to make my opponents suffer and simply take what I desire, which in this case is a victory over you and the opportunity to send a message to Zero about how pathetic his chances of defeating me this Sunday are. Losing this match wouldn’t faze me, though it won’t change what’s going to happen. All you are to me is a messenger to a few certain individuals, and what’s going to happen to you on Breakdown is the message I will send.

But since I brought it up, why don’t we look back on something, shall we? This little winning streak of mine all started on the final Ammo before Gang Rulz, the very pay-per-view where Thorn became Underground Champion and, if I’m not mistaken, the occurrence of another title-related failure on your part. You know what losing to me did for Thorn? It woke him up and made him realize that momentum wasn’t going to help him. I exposed his flaws and forced him to overcome them in order to get what he desired, which was that title he now wears so proudly around his waist. Now you find yourself in a similar position to the one he was in that night, and the outcome won’t be any different Natalie. Beating me won’t teach you a thing, but through defeat at my hands you will have to find and overcome the weaknesses I expose so that you can defeat Thorn and claim the Underground Championship for yourself. Just remember one thing, though: make sure you keep those weaknesses covered once you strip Thorn of his title, because I still have my title opportunity that I took from Fatal Fortunes and I still haven’t decided whether I should go for the Adrenaline or Underground Titles, though the latter will sound far more appealing when I’ll hold a victory over both participants in its title match at Body, Heart and Soul.

Natalie, do you honestly think that you have a right to question why I feel certain individuals don’t deserve to hold titles? This country… this entire world is never as ‘free’ as one believes it to be, and I’m not speaking in regards to governments or politics. I’m speaking about humanity’s inability to overcome what holds them back, what keeps us from reaching our full potential and succeeding. Most of the world prefers to live inside their heads, in a world filled with delusions of grandeur where they think they can do anything when they don’t truly have the capability of carrying out everything they desire to achieve. Those people don’t truly deserve what they ‘achieve’ because if you don’t understand the reasons why you’ve been held back for so long, then you don’t deserve what you fought so hard to gain because you’ll never know why you are destined to fall to another just like you. I have long since realized this and stepped into reality, where I fully understand the reasons why I have not succeeded in some of my endeavors and know full well what needs to be done in order to fix that, and it’s not as simple as just ‘training harder and knowing my opponents’ or anything like that. This is the reason why you are destined to fall, though whether or not you’ll at least taste the Underground Championship along the way depends on how much your defeat to me will awaken you.

To answer your final question, my innocence has never mattered in the eyes of you, the people around me, or even God himself. Does it matter whether or not I’m innocent or guilty of anything I’ve done? All that matters is that this whole situation has given me the tools necessary to put SCW to the test and see who can survive in this world when the bitter reality despised by all is finally upon us. And for you, that means defeating you and seeing whether or not it will cause you to sink or swim when you are faced with your title opportunity this Sunday at Body, Heart and Soul, just as I did with Thorn before you. And if Jason Zero wants to show up and see if he can distract me, let him. It will be a futile attempt that will force him to risk a potential victory for you just to get to me. The only scenario out of this that provides you with a win will ultimately cost you in your bid to defeat the Underground Champion and take his title, because momentum never truly accomplished anything for anyone. Keep that in mind and decide for yourself…

Is it really worth it to try and stop the truth?”
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