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SCW Adrenaline Championship
Topic Started: Oct 15 2012, 09:47 AM (218 Views)
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SCW Presents:

SCW Adrenaline Championship
Adrenaline Chamber
Cloudiee vs. Collin Cole vs. David Miller vs. Dylan Howell vs. Completely Unoriginal Chameleon vs. Jake Starr

3 RP Limit for singles; 4 per team for tag
Deadline: 5 PM EST Saturday, October 27, 2012

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"The Truth Comes Out" - SCW RP #178
Opponents: Cloudiee, Collin Cole, David Miller, Dylan Howell, Completely Unoriginal Chameleon
Date: 10.23.12
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Disclaimer: This RP here starts a lot of things and introduces a new character into the fold(thanks to the handler for allowing me to use their character). First scene takes off the day before Rise to Greatness and the second scene takes place before Collin's match with Helms. And of course, the contrast to both scenes together should be evident. Promo wise, went a different approach. instead of the typical list style promo, I'm going to split them up so this promo focuses on one person so Good Luck and Enjoy!

First Class No More: DRIFTING FREELANCER

Chapter Twelve: The Unexpected Allurement

Saturday, July 29th around 1:00 P.M. at a hotel in New Orleans, Louisiana

"So you wanted me or something eh," Collin said as he entered into Samantha Monroe's private hotel room sporting a simple black Set Your Goals t-shirt with blue jeans. Collin was staying in a hotel all the way across from town with Allison and Joss, however he had received a text message early in the morning from Samantha stating that she wanted to meet him at the hotel she was in. It was the day before Rise to Greatness, the biggest show of the year and the host for Collin's biggest match to date. Collin had an idea of what exactly Samantha wanted to discuss with him and that was fine. Talking about strategy going to such a big match against a former World Champion like David Helms was a good idea. However, Collin had a slightly different idea of how to do things would go.

So, Collin managed to take a taxi downtown and through traffic until he arrived here inside Samantha's private fancy hotel room. Once Collin stepped into the room, he saw just how fancy the place was. With paintings on the walls, an amazing view of downtown New Orleans and other minor accessories, Collin quickly realized Samantha payed top dollar for this room. Which didn't surprise him. He soon turned his head to the left and there he saw Samantha sitting on the couch sporting a silver dress.

"You're finally here," Samantha stated as Collin rubbed the back of his head.

"You're dressed for the occasion eh?"

"I see you're not."

"Touche. Anyways where's Kayla? Didn't you say she was coming?"

"Kayla is on her way here."

"I see. Typically her always being the last one to arrive."

"Anyways Collin, how are you feeling today?" Collin smirked before running his hands through his short black hair.

"Well for one I've felt worst," Collin laughed. "And since my day technically hasn't started yet, I can't really say. But as of now I'm feeling pretty good."

"How about rest? I hope you didn't embark on one of your adventures last night."

"Relax I said at home with Joss and Alli. We watched X-Men 3, Movie sucks so I fell asleep like a baby."

"Good because I hope you know what you face tomorrow." Collin let out a sigh as Samantha once again mentioned tomorrow night. At this point Collin wasn't feeling nervous about Rise to Greatness. No that was replaced with a serve case of anxiety. It was anxious to just have the match, get it over with, and not be lectured about how important the match was to his career by Samantha, who slowly started to grind the gears of Collin.

"Yeah I'm aware of that."

'Are you? Tomorrow night, you'll be wrestling in front of 75,000 people, you will be watched by millions of people. This will by far be the biggest stage you've wrestled on. The world will literally be watching you in your first true test. You always talk about wanting to be a star and wanting to become elite well tomorrow night is your coming out party. Tomorrow night is your first true moment in your career to show everyone just how bright your future is. So therefore, there's no margin for error."

"I know Sam. Tomorrow's a really big deal. Fully understand."

"It's more than a big deal Collin. It's a potential career changer. David Helms may have showed little to almost no effort at Riding the Lightning, but don't think for a second he will do the same against you. You've called him out, questioned his manhood, hell, you've even dropped him on his head. You've backed him in a corner and when people are cornered, they start swinging. When people's backs are against the wall, they fight harder. That's what you've done with David Collin. You've put him in a position in which he has no choice but to fight back or face further humiliation."

"As he should. I know Helms will give it his all for once tomorrow. He has to. It's Rise to Greatness and I'm pretty sure he won't half ass this time. Ironic thing about that is that he's going to do it to my expense; which he won't."

"Exactly. However, you can't slip up. Not once. Helms is a former World Champion at the end of the day. Give a desperate man an opportunity and he'll take it. Don't give him that opportunity. This is your time. This is your moment Collin and tomorrow night I will guide you to your biggest triumph ever."

"Oh yeah funny story about that that you're going to want to know," Collin interrupted with a sarcastic tone. "I'm just going to get to the point here as in the long run that's better than delaying things. Bottom line is this, tomorrow night, I don't want you at ringside with me." And with that comment, Samantha's eyes widened as she looked a bit shocked by Collin's statement.

"I'm sorry but what did you say," Samantha replied back; voice raised a bit.

"Yeah tomorrow night, I don't want you or Kayla with me as I walk down the ramp."

" You can't be serious," she stated, obviously baffled. But Collin maintained his indifferent face.

"If I wasn't serious Sam, I would have made some allusion or metaphor about it. Basically, if I was bluffing Sam, I would have said something by now." Samantha just looked at Collin with disgust. One thing Samantha hated was when someone felt her presence, her influence wasn't needed. She was very much someone who like control and the power it presented. She loved being the main reason for someone's success just to feed her ego. Her overall goal in wrestling is to amass the world's best wrestlers under her management just for recognition. That's all she cared about. Being considered the best mind in wrestling. So when Collin suggested that he didn't need her out there, Samantha was livid.

"What's the hell wrong with you," Samantha replied, raising her voice a bit. "What makes you think you can beat David tomorrow night without my assistance huh? What makes you think you can beat him when you couldn't even beat Shawn Cruze last month of his United States Championship?" Collin let out a sigh before chuckling to himself. He knew that once he told her this that it wouldn't end well.

"Well Cruze, for now, has my number. And yeah I may have lost to him last month. Trust me I still remember. But Jordan said it best, my failures are the reason why i succeed. And besides, I just beat Masquerade, a former World Champion in his own right so I like to think that I can beta Helms tomorrow without your help. Yes apparently you can't comprehend in your world someone not needing your help to do things, but hopefully you do by tomorrow because my decision stands."

"Your arrogance at the moment astounds me. Sure, you beat Masquerade. Good for you. However every big match you have had, you have failed. You lost to Cruze, you lost to Shilo and you even lost to ASP. Remember when you lost to ASP for his Adrenaline title?

"Obviously."

"Remember after that being so distraught that you went all the way to San Fran to plea to Alex for me to be your manager? Remember that?! Because I do. I remember your pitch to me, telling me how much you wanted me to guide you to the top and this is how you act to me on the day before your biggest match?" Since I have managed you, you know how many times you've lost? Two. And you lose twice in the same month last month. That means you went four months without losing. All thanks to me!"

"Oh wow so now you're the reason for that eh," Collin replied back. This time there was no sarcasm in his voice. it was replaced with dead seriousness.

"Yes I am."

"You do realize that you don't actually wrestle. I'M the one that does. Not you, ME!"

"Noble point but it's my insight that will make you break through. See you have talent Collin, but you're not focus enough. You're still a kid in this business. If you wasn't, you may have had some gold around your waist. But you will soon. I will mold you into a champion one day. But you're going to have to follow my lead at all times! That is, once you sense the conspicuous fact. But if not find, go out there and watch what happens. Watch what happens if you lose."

"Alright quick question since when did you become my mother eh because you have this whole theory in your head that you've been fucking holding my hand through the mind fields! I'm maybe a kid in terms of wrestling years but I'm 21 years old! I can fight my own battles."

"Oh really because I beg to differ. You said you feel as if I'm holding your hand through this process well someone had too because if it wasn't for me Collin, you would still be some mentally weak, depressed drunk!" Collin just looked at Samantha for a moment with anger in his face. She did it. She crossed the line with that last comment. Saying that she was the only reason Collin was sober and wasn't still broken was a low blow. A verbal haymaker if you will. Especially given how damaged Collin was the week before Riding the Lightning. He hadn't been this angry in a while. Collin simply looked at Samantha and chuckled for a moment but not out of laughter.

"You go fuck yourself," Collin simply muttered before storming out of her room and slamming the door violently behind him. From there he put his hands inside his jeans pocket and walked towards the elevator. in his eyes, the sooner he was away from anything Samantha Monroe the better.
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The Next Day around 9:00 P.M. in Collin's locker room

"Yo Collin," Collin heard Kayla say as she entered into his locker room. When she entered the room, she quickly noticed the eerie silence that engulfed his locker room; which was unusual. Even more unusual was the absence of Samantha Monroe.

"What's up eh," Collin replied not with his usual sarcastic tone but a serious one.

"Was just checking up on you before your match. So Cole, how are you feeling?"

"Like I'm about to enter a war," Collin muttered in a cryptic tone. Kayla immediately realized the satirical Collin wasn't present. He was in the zone. He was locked in both physically and mentally. He was ready to fight David Helms. Since the moment he arrived in SCW, Collin's always had a chip on his shoulder. He was the youngest wrestler on the SCW roster. He came into the business and SCW with Joss as Your New Favorite Tag Team. Although he's been solo for about almost a year now, he was still a rookie in that regards. One thing about Collin was that despite his "drifter" personality, when he has something to prove, he's as serious as they come. Collin was in his full ring gear; from his kickpads to his trunks. He even had his ring jacket on. All that was missing was what had became a trademark of his throughout his now twenty five month wrestling career; a simple white or black tape wrapped around his hand. Collin was currently in the process of wrapping the tape around his hand when Kayla walked in. Collin simply looked at her for a moment.

"War you say? Don't you think that's a bit of an overreaction?"

"Put in this way. I don't like David Helms. He doesn't like me. We're going to go out there with the intention of killing each other. Therefore it's as similar to war as it gets."

"Well when you put it that way, I see where you're coming from." Collin finished wrapping up his hand as Kayla paused for a moment.

"By the way, Samantha wanted me to tell you that although she still believes you not having her at ringside is a mistake, she wanted me to tell you good luck. And that she regrets what she said to you yesterday." Collin raised an eyebrow in a bit of shock. Samantha Monroe apologizing for anything was news all by itself. And even though Collin still felt like she went too far, he wasn't one to hold a grudge. Instead he figured the best use for her comments about him was use it towards his match. He figured channeling her comment along with her doubt of him accomplishing anything without her, would fuel him some more going against Helms.

"Hmph, how nice of her," he muttered back in a semi serious, semi sarcastic tone.

"Yeah I know. Well, I should head back with Sam. We're watching the show from the press box. It's unnecessary really. Makes me feel like a rich snob but it could be worst. See you out there Cole."

"Lates." Collin looked down to the ground for a moment as Kayla was about to leave.

"One more thing." Kayla later said, causing Collin to pick back up his head.

"What?"

"You got this dude. Go out there and win. Because if you don't, I'm so going to ride you for the entire week." Collin laughed for a moment before shaking his head.

"I'll keep that in mind." Kayla nodded her head before walking off and shutting the door behind her, leaving Collin by himself in the room once again. Collin reached a vertical base before walking over to the wall where the flat screen TV was mounted at and turned it on and saw that the Jake Starr/Thirteen Adrenaline Title match was still going on. Collin began watching it intently and in the process once again began feeling anxious about his own match. Suddenly, Collin heard the door knob being turned before hearing the door open. He didn't bother to look at who exactly it was. He just assumed it was Kayla yet again. However as he was about to find out, that was not the case.

"Miss me," Collin heard a feminine voice say to him. Again, Collin didn't bother to turn around to see who it was.

"You wasn't gone for that long Kayla," Collin replied. "I mean it's not like you-" as Collin turned back around and saw the person who was standing across from him, his eyes widened and his jaw opened. The person he was staring at wasn't Kayla. It wasn't even Samantha. It was someone Collin or better yet anyone in SCW hasn't seen in a long time;

Katelyn Buelher.

She simply stood by the door, smirking at him seductively as Collin continued to remain silent. Collin wanted to say some many things and jokes about this but it couldn't. He was genuinely stunned.

"I know Collin, you're speechless and you can't take your eyes off of me," she continued on saying. 'Trust me, I get that a lot. Even from old men. It's creepy sometimes."

"Wh-wh-awh wh- What are you doing here," Collin said finally managing to let the words come out of his mouth.

"Why ask questions? Aren't you happy to see me?"

"Strangely enough, happy isn't the first word that comes to mind. In fact, not that many words are coming to mind about this. Just a bunch of questions marks and a lot of whys. Like for example, how did you get backstage since you're no longer a SCW contracted wrestler. And then of course there's a lot of other similar questions that I'm thinking about but the main one I wondering is once again; why are you here?" Katelyn was still smirking from each to each and Collin simply looked at her. Katelyn then slowly closed the door behind her.

"Because I want to wish you luck on your match tonight," she replied while smirking. "Helms is a bum so you should have no problem destroying him."

"Normally, I would say thanks but in this case given that it's you, I'm not sure. If anything, I'm simple surprised you still watch the product."

"You do know just because I no longer wrestle her that doesn't mean I don't watch on TV you know?" Collin wasn't really paying attention to Katelyn but instead was paying attention to her body frame. Not in the sexual fantasizing type way, but more in a curious way because as far as Collin remembered, Katelyn gave birth to a baby not too long ago. So to see her as slim as she was the last time he saw her, he began to wonder just how much she prided herself on looking good.

"Collin, you do know my eyes are up here right," Katelyn said, interrupted Collin's train of thought.

"What?"

"I saw you looking at my chest. I know what you're thinking. Yes my breast are bigger. That's the only good thing about getting knocked up."

"You don't say," Collin replied back with sarcasm. Katelyn was definitely something else. "You know, as awkward as this has been, you've still have yet to answer the most important question of this entire thing. I hate sounded like a broken but WHY ARE YOU HERE? Shouldn't you be with James or something like that eh? I mean if I do recall, he is the father old of your kid right?"

"Ugh I don't want to see that asshole ever again!"

"Ah guessing it didn't end well huh? Makes sense then. but what doesn't make sense still is you being here right now. So since really I don't know why and I don't possess any mind reading-esque abilities, I think you should explain yourself. So with that said, why?" Katelyn simply smirked while Collin looked on with indifference.

"Well since you're going keep asking me, I'm here because I want to help you." Collin's expression suddenly changed and became one of confusion.

"You want to help me," Collin stated.

"Yes. I've been watching you at home in between changing my kids' diapers and trying to make him shut up. I swear he cries way too much."

"Well he is a baby you know. It's kinda what they do."

"Whatever. Anyways, I've seen you in the ring and I think one day you could be World Champion or something. I totally think you could get there. However, I think you're missing something."

"Even though you're going to tell me regardless, I still feel compelled to ask what?"

"You need a bit of...motivation." Collin noticed Katelyn walking closer and closer to him. Collin didn't know exactly what to think of everything right now. First, he was still puzzled by Katelyn's sudden and unexpected arrival. Add that to her apparently wanting to "help him." And he still had to face David Helms later tonight. So at this moment, Collin's mind was all over the place but of course, this wasn't really an abbreviation from the norm.

"Motivation," Collin simply asked.

"Yes Collin. You need someone that's going to motivate you. Keep you focus for your big matches. And that's where I come in." Katelyn walks close to the point in which she stood face to face with Collin, still with a seductive smirk on her face. Knowing Katelyn and after listening to her comments, Collin put two and two together.

"Oh ok. So what you're saying, if I may jump to conclusion, is that you could motivate me eh? First off, you do realize we've already done that. Remember last summer, we had to at least fuck like what three, four times maybe?"

"Wait that was you? Totally forgot about that! I thought it was Joshua Jackson."

"Joshua Jackson? The guy from Dawson's Creek? Really? Either you had a dream of you fucking him or you watch too much Dawson's Creek and thought we were like Pacey. I'm leaning towards the latter although, the former could be true also. Anyways, it's obvious you want something. I don't know what it is, but you want something. Question is what. And why me?"

"I already told you. The bottom line is, I could help you become champion. I could give you the world."

"The world is not enough," Collin quickly replied, and given his affinity for movies and anything literature, that was an obvious double meaning.

"Fine then. How about this. You let me work behind the scenes and when you become champion, you could see the perks of making me happy. Now of course, it won't be that easy I'm not just going to give it up that easily."

"I'm not going to give it up that easily? Oh the irony of that statement," Collin thought to himself.

"You don't say. Look, I see what you're trying to do. You're in full court press mode. However, if you have really been watching like you say you have, you would see that I already have a manager and that-"

"We should make out," Katelyn interrupted.

"What?"

"Yeah. Think of it as warming up for your match. Plus, you know you want to.'

"I never said that."

"You also haven't denied either." Collin looked at Katelyn and remained silent for a moment. with his face showing a bit of uneasiness. He never expected Katelyn of all people to use Collin's words against him. Katelyn was right. Collin hadn't denied any sexual advance Katelyn and he would be lying to himself if he didn't say he wasn't attracted to her. On any other day Collin wouldn't have entertained Katelyn's proposal, but perhaps Monroe's words still did hit home with him. Maybe he still was holding a grudge against her. He just didn't know.

"Oh look at that, there's showing a package video of me and David," Collin said while looking at the TV, trying to change the subject. "My match is next. That means you have to go and I have to go out there. So while this has been interesting you know, I kinda gotta go."

"Is this your phone," Katelyn said now close by to Collin's locker. In her hands was Collin's Blackberry, which was easy for her to grab since Collin didn't lock his locker.

"Yes but the real question is why do you have it in your hands?" Collin didn't get an immediate answer from Katelyn. Instead she just saw her play with his phone, making him wonder exactly what she was doing.

"And done," Katelyn finally said with a smile on her face.

"What did you just do?"

"Oh I just put my phone number in your contacts that way when you change your mind, you know what number to call me by."

"Look at you so confident that I'm going to change my thought about your little proposal. I will say, I will give you props for being so confident," remarked Collin in as snarky of a tone as he could.

"Oh trust me Collin, you will. See you around." Katelyn smiles at Collin one last time before existing his room. Collin just remained in the room, looking a bit baffled by what just happened.

"Ah why do i always get stuck with the comprising situations," Collin said with a smirk on his face while looking at the ceiling.

"You guys up there must know right? If so, I like to think I need to know to since it's involves me. HA, it is what it is eh?" Collin chuckled to himself before quickly turning back to a serious expression. The time had come for his match with David Helms. Collin took one final look at the TV screen before heading towards the door.

"I guess this is where the real fun begins."
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The SCW cameras spot Collin Cole inside his locker room, sporting a white t-shirt with blue jeans. Kayla Daniels is seen in the background as Collin begins to speak.

Collin: You know it's just dawned on me last month that it's been over a year now since I began my singles career. It was at this time last year in which Joss and I began to focus more on our singles career. I had just came off a very successful Battle Royal at Apocalypse 2011 which saw me last fifteen minutes and eliminate a few people and eventually I was in the final five. And although I lost, looking back at it now, it was the first step. And for a while I feel like I'm still on that same step.

I know that may sound funny that I'm saying that and thirteen months later I'm in a much higher position now then I was back then. I've main evented Breakdowns and Ammos, I've wrestled in PPVs, hell, I even wrestled on the biggest show of the year Rise to Greatness a few months ago. That to a regular wrestler my age and the same amount of years that I've been in this business, they would consider that taking big steps. They would be satisfied by that. And I'm not saying that I'm not. I'm simply saying I'm not as satisfied as most people would.

There's one thing I left out when I was reviewing exactly what I've done the last thirteen months as a singles wrestler and I left it out purposely. See the one thing I'm talking about is something I earned for the first time twice. And what I'm referring to is the two title shots that I received during this year. In February, I earned my very first singles title shot. Ironically enough it was for the Adrenaline Championship. And on that night, I lost to ASP. On that night, I failed. Four months later in Mexico City, I got an United States Championship match, Another high profile title match for me and yet again i lost.

So the reason I say I haven't taken the next step yet is simply because I haven't won any gold. See I can win all these matches and yeah that's cool and all, but at the end of the day, it means nothing if you can't win the big one, if you can't win a championship, then you haven't taken the first step.

They always say winning the first title is the hardest one to win because you've never experienced being champion before. You don't know the right "combination" per say in order to win one. You don't know just how much you have to do to finally break through. However, they always say when you win your first one, then the rest are easy. Or at least easier.

Sunday night, at Under Attack 2012, I will receive my third championship opportunity. But, unlike the other ones, this one isn't straight up. This won't be a simple one on one match like the others one. Instead my quest to become a champion has led to the infamous Death Chamber.

Now throughout the years, I have seen the Death Chamber matches and I have seen the carnage that it creates. I have seen just how unforgiving that steel is. The whole concept of the Death Chamber is to maim, to injure, to shorten the careers of those that dare to enter. It was devised to punish. And now what makes this one different from all the others on is that they have decided to put the Adrenaline Championship up for grabs. They're saying if you really want to be the Adrenaline Champion, go instead the Chamber and survive.

I know a lot of people that would be scared. That would be intimated by the sheer size of the Chamber along. However for me I am not afraid. Granted this is my first time ever being in a Chamber match so perhaps I'm speaking from ignorance but this is what makes champions. This is what draws the line from the pretenders and the contenders. And Collin Cole is a contender and even though I'm sure I will be sore after this match, as long as I walk out as Adrenaline Champion, it will be worth it.

So I have no problem with risking it all to win my first championship. After all, we're always told if you want something, you have to sacrifice something in order to get it. Actually, now thinking about it, I do have one problem with this match. Not the match actually but more like someone who's in this match for no reason. Someone that doesn't deserve to be in this match. And that's you David Miller.

David, you amaze me everyday you know that? And I don't mean amaze me in the good way. I just mean amaze me in a sad, sad way. Because quite frankly that's what you are David. A sad man. And you see the thing about it is that the simple sight of you makes me sick. I am disgusted with your presence. I'm not a hateful guy, but I hate you.

Now once again I'm not hateful. Hate is a very strong word. I've always been told hate is a dark thing. It's a stain on your soul. A weight that you carry for a long time like an albatross. And you see the reason why I hate you David is simply what you have done to me and mine. For what you have pushed me to do to you.

At Riding the Lightning, for the first time in my career I wrestled angry. Now I've said many of times in the past that unlike many people, I don't pride myself on wanting to maim people. i don't get any sick enjoyment of knocking someone out. But on that night David I enjoyed ramming my knee into your face. I enjoyed knocking you out because you did the same to me a month prior. I put you in your place. I showed you that you wasn't going to bully me around. I put you on the shelf and you should have stayed there.

But then you came back.

In typical David Miller fashion. When the going gets tough, you pick up your ball and run back home. Instead of staying there like a good man, you insist on coming back and trying to make everyone believe that you're some badass. You come back every time and you talk about the past, you talk about your battles with the Real Speed as if that's relevant in 2012 and you expect us to take you seriously. So when you came back, you came back for one person.

Me.

You were so hurt that I shattered whatever false bravado you had remaining from your name that you came back to get me. And yeah you can talk about running me out of the arena but the bottom line is that I didn't expect you to be back. For once I thought you would have learned your lesson. But you just didn't.

And then I hear you say I should watch my back because you wasn't done with me, completely forgetting you started this at Retribution. It was you that started this entire thing and it was me that finished it. However you couldn't accept that couldn't you? No the great David Miller, the man that tells everyone to watch it happen, couldn't take his lost like a man so instead he threatens me at every turn. So when I simply said that if you wanted me yet again you didn't have to send threats and when I reminded you of that night when I got my revenge, you said something that quite frankly pissed me off. In your words you said, you let me win.

You let me win?

You let me win? First off, who the fuck are you eh? Wrestling Jesus? So let me guess, David Miller giveth and David Miller taketh away? So let me guess, when Godwin choked your ass out, you just let him? Exactly. Once again David your ego blinds you. See one thing I hate so much is when people get what's coming to them, they don't just say "I got beat." It's always some fucking excuse to cover themselves. And David once again you did just that. You basically tried to discredit my win over you just because you can't take a loss.

And then you want to take it a step further and say that you don't care. And you see this is where I really get pissed. This is why every time you come back, I simply get angry is because you don't care. You don't care about wanting to be the best. you don't care about being elite. You don't care about putting in the fucking time to be better every single day. You just don't care. And my problem is that I care too much.

See I am on the road every week for SCW. I have busted my ass for thirteen months just trying, just starching to ascend to the top. I have had to sacrifice a lot of thing sin order to be in this position. And for someone like you that doesn't care about that and simply wants to end my goals, my dreams, my career just because he doesn't fucking care, it pisses me off.

I'm not fucking buying your whole I came back for competition" campaign. I don't believe you're back because of that. I think you're here to pick up a payback. You're here because you're a mark for yourself. You're the only person this fucking planet that gets excited for you. You are the only on that cares about David Miller. But you can't stand that. You can't stand the fact that no one cares about you like then did in 2007. You can't stand the fact that no one gives a damn about you anymore. So every time you come back, you try making your return some big deal. You want everyone to acknowledge your existence again because deep down, you can't live without it. You love when people are talking about you.

You know what SCW management, I'm not the one that questions you guys but why in the fuck you let this piece of shit think he has a home to? Why do you let this poor excuse for a man come back and get title shots?! What the fuck has this man done other than show up once every fucking blue moon, get his ass kick and go back fucking home? How come this piece of garbage gets handed a championship opportunity where there is a roster in the back that's been busting their ass week in and week out, working as hard as they can just for one shot and David Miller gets the shot instead? I don't understand it SCW.

David Miller, you don't deserve to be in this match. You don't deserve to be the Adrenaline Champion. Hell you don't deserve to be fighting for any championship. Better yet, you don't deserve to be in SCW. And I'm going to be damned if I'm going to let you ruin my goal of becoming Adrenaline Champion just because you can't stand that I'm better than you. I don't' care what you say Miller. I don't care what you promise to do. Your words carry no weight. So if you think that you're going to "smash up my pretty little face" as you put it, you won't succeed. Just like you haven't succeeded since 2007. Don't believe me? That's fine because come Sunday night I'm going to make two things happen. You don't walk out as Adrenaline Champion. And make sure that I do.
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Gyna’s Apartment - San Francisco
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With the lunch hour steadily approaching, many were scrambling as it is get to the front of the line before the real rush starts. Unfortunately for them they are the very reason in the first place that the rush happens to begin with, backing everyone including themselves up. That is why Cloudiee opted to take an alternative route on his way from the local market after picking up a few things the girls needed back at Gyna’s place. Skateboarding...And it was as he was cruising down the walk that he passed bouquets and jewelry stores he found himself stopping. The faux suede busts sporting sparkling diamond necklace and ear rings, while rows upon rows shimmered with beautiful rings of varies styles, shapes, and colors. This caused him to stop and kick up his board to gaze awhile. His eyes idly danced over each one wondering which one would look nice...Which one would she like....He found himself smiling, but it soon faded as he looked up at his own reflection and began to think.

Frowning he began to wonder just what it was she saw in him. Then he began to wonder if it was too soon...Then he began to wonder...Wait, wait, wait a minute. Shaking his head, there was too many damn what ifs. He needed to stop and believe in himself too. Because he didn’t get where he was today on what ifs. He took risks and dealt with the outcomes at a later time. He began to wonder though if he did this....Again he shook his head. No...He would speak to Mika first and get her thoughts on it and then act. Mika knew Gyna more then anyone and by golly...He was gunna get some insight and hope for the best. Setting his board back down he begins to head out once more towards Gyna’s place where he is more then sure they personally were wondering what was taking him so long. Chuckling to himself, he glides casually down the walk knowing maybe he could have been a little quicker in his task. But the idea of asking Gyna has been playing on his mind for a while now but he wasn’t sure if it was the right time....Or if he should even. There for a while it was a bit rocky.

Since then...The awful time, and their separation, life in general seemed to have patched itself back together giving Gyna and Cloudiee that chance to move on with their lives. Cloudiee knew he still loved her and that she loved him...Their friends could see it, but they needed their own space. Their own way to deal, and hovering over one another only seemed to make things worse for them. But he knew should he ask that age old question, then they would have to figure better ways of dealing with such issues instead of beating the other up over it. Due time, in due time...For now, he had to get these loaves of bread, bulbs of garlic, one green bell pepper, and two two litters of diet coke back to them.

They were having some strange Italian dish on a girls night in with dvd rentals. He was merely an errand boy until his shift at The Gilded Valkyrie started. That was ok. Cloudiee knew some times girls have to have some of that me time with other girls so he wasn’t gunna crowd. Hell he needed guy time with others...Couldn’t be all sappy movies and what not had to be able to relate to the same sex as well as the opposite. Cloudiee slowed to a halt. Wondering what on earth had possessed him to even start that train of thought. Shrugging his shoulders, he picks up his board and walks that last few feet to the entrance of Gyna’s building passing the mail man on his way up.

Even with the door closed, he could hear them talking...Normally he would just walk right in, but suddenly he found himself very nervous almost unable to talk. Butterflies filled his stomach as he reached up hesitantly to know. Mika told Gyna to stay put and she would get it. Thankful Mika was taking charge and answering the door...He nervously awaited for the door to open and when it did, he froze. Mika couldn’t help but arch a brow and look at him curiously as she leaned forward to take the bags from him.


Gyna’s Voice: Who is it Mika?
Mika: It’s jus...

Before she could finish, Cloudiee reaches out and grabs a hold of her and yanks her out into the hall way. Mika goes to rip him a new one, but he quickly covers her mouth and glances over her shoulder to make sure Gyna wasn’t coming. When the coast was clear, he let her go and looked at her apologetically.

Cloudiee: Look, I am...
Mika: What the hell Cloudiee? What is your deal?!

She inquired outraged at being so manhandled. Again he glanced around towards Gyna’s apartment and then sighed again as he looked back at her. Gyna was still not coming.

Cloudiee: Not so loud Mika...

Cloudiee began gesturing with his hands to keep her quiet.

Cloudiee: I need to talk to you, and I don’t want Gyna to hear...Well just yet that is...
Mika: Why the hell not? What did you do? And why can’t she know?
Cloudiee: Shhhh...

Mika’s jaw nearly hit the floor at being shushed.

Mika: Oh no you didn’t....

Cloudiee again reaches out to shush her with his hand. And with her hands being full, there was nothing she could do. Slowly he removed his hand from her mouth, pleading with her silently to remain quiet. Reluctantly she agrees giving him a rather questioning look. Breathing, Cloudiee takes a moment to gather his thoughts before risking a quick glance over. He was extremely nervous and didn’t want Gyna to over hear what he wanted to ask Mika just yet.

Cloudiee: Ok ok...Ok...Umm yea...Mika, I need to ask you something.
Mika: What is it that has you actin’ a fool?

Choosing to ignore her, Cloudiee sighs he shakes his head a bit.

Cloudiee: Mika, as Gyna’s friend...You I mean that is...I want to ask her well ya know....But I was wondering your opinion on it.

Mika continued to look at him as if he had lost his mind, until it finally sank in. Her eyes go wide and before she can say a word his hand was covering her mouth again.

Cloudiee: Shhh...Remember I can’t have her finding out just yet. I want it to be special.

Mika nodded, as he removed his hand once more. A soft smile formed across her lips as she risked a glance back before looking to him once more.

Cloudiee: I just didn’t know what she was thinking ya know. Do you think she would like the idea, or is it too early? What kinda ring should I get? god I am so lost, Mika please help.
Mika: This is so sweet and cute. Seeing you all flustered. You know she deserves so much better then you right?
Cloudiee: You aren’t helpin’.

Cloudiee pouted as he look hurt. He knew she was out of his league on so many levels but still she was the one he wanted. Mika sighed as she realized that was a bit harsh and glanced over her shoulder to make sure they were still safe to talk. Once she was sure, she looks back at him.

Mika: That was bitchy of me I am sorry Cloud man...If you seriously mean it then go for it. The worst she will do is say no. But from what I have seen, heard, and been witness to. I doubt she will. Then again there could be that chance.

Mika idly shrugged as she felt her one arm starting to get heavy. Shifting which arm held the bag of soda, he moves to continue.

Mika: Though I think it would be nice. Though don’t get her something blingy. Though she likes pretty things like I am sure you know, but she has always been about simple making a bigger statement.

Cloudiee chewed upon his lower lip and nodded as thought upon this a little more.

Mika: When do you plan on asking her?
Cloudiee: Honestly...I was gunn...
Gyna’a Voice: Mika....What is taking so long?!

Both froze as if they had their hand in the candy jar. Glancing back at the apartment, Gyna was seen shuffling her way towards them. Cloudiee forced a smile and waved and instantly she gave him a warm smile.

Cloudiee: We were just talking...Trying to figure out what you guys were gunna do with all this stuff but Mika is solid. She won’t let me in on anything.
Mika: Uhh..Yeah! I told him it was girls night no boys aloud.

Cloudiee nodded, but Gyna didn’t look like she was buying any of it but was too uncomfortable to fight it. Nervously, Cloudiee waved again.

Cloudiee: Well I am gunna go. You two fine ladies have fun and enjoy yourselves. I don’t wanna be late.
Gyna: I doubt even if you were late that Creed would mind.
Cloudiee: Don’t wanna risk it...Either way bye Mika....

Cloudiee gestured friendly like, before moving around her to give Gyna a gentle hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Cloudiee: See you tomorrow babe.
Gyna: Take care Cloud man, but what really is going on?
Cloudiee: No time...I will explain it soon.

Gyna looked skeptically from him to Mika and then back to him. He turned to head out and risked a glance at Mika whom gave him a bit of a thumbs up that she attempted to hide. However Gyna saw which made her even more suspicious. Cloudiee took note and meeped a bit before disappearing down the hall. Gyna peeked out, only to be shooed back into the apartment by Mika.

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It was mildly chill bringing to light the possibility of another cold front steadily approaching the city from the west. Fall was here and coming in full force regardless if anyone was ready or not. It mattered little though, because life went on regardless come hell or high water. It was the way things were and there was little you could change about it. But for one man, he strived to enjoy what he could and change things for the better in any small way that he could. He wasn’t about sitting still and accepting things as they were. That is why he was currently on his way to the local jewelry store. He was all about saving the world one piece at a time, but now his love life was in need of saving...So to speak. He felt the strain of it being stagnant, and wanted something more. He just hoped she was ready. Sure he wasn’t looking for marriage right away or in the near future..And he did want to rush it so he had to time this just right. With one final kick off to speed his board towards the jewelry store he passed earlier today, he rounded the corner and nearly into the awaiting camera crew. Stumbling to a stop, Cloudiee quickly righted himself while kicking up his board to one hand. Confused he looks nervously towards the door and then back at the camera crew. As if to play innocent, he reaches back with his free hand to rub the back of his head idly before shoving his hand into his pocket.

Cloudiee: Fancy seeing you lot here...

Cloudiee greeted them, as they informed him they were here because this was his normal route from Gyna’s apartment to The Gilded Valkyrie. A sudden burst of laughter erupted from Cloudiee as he realized they were actually right. Readily he breathed a sigh of relief, he looked around. What to say...What to say...Ahh ha! With a nod of his head, he gave the camera that knowing smile of his casual calm and cool collectiveness.

Cloudiee: Things really have begun to change for a number of people including myself...Not necessary a bad thing, but could prove problematic for some. Changing a leaf in one’s life and opening that next chapter can be intense. I have a lot going for me, and even though I lost against Cole back on Breakdown recently. I don’t mind. Another day another dollar. It is just part of the way things are. In time I will have my day against him where I do walk out with my hand raised. Same goes for everyone I face. It is just the time and place, and obviously this past Breakdown was not my day to shine. So congrats goes out to my fellow San Franciscan Collin Cole. You really out did yourself, and managed to hold true to what you said you would do. The thing is now...Can you truly continue that streak that you predicted and walk out of this Under Attack with the title in hand? Or will you choke...Because I have to say my man, your recent promotional appearance was rather questionable. Completely unlike you on every aspect...Well maybe not, but it defiantly is unlike the Collin Cole I know. Which is saying a lot if you think about it.

Cloudiee began with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

Cloudiee: You are skilled I will give you that my man, but your style is known. There is nothing grand about it, and throwing in a new trick or two won’t shock and amaze anyone honestly. It is your style that pazazz that you have to entertain with class that they remember....That is what they view when see your face. The show you give them. Not what move you did, but how you did it. But you don’t need a goof like me pointing out the obvious do you?

Cloudiee inquired as if actually expecting a notable answer.

Cloudiee: Another thing I noticed was your poor execution of addressing the situation at hand needs some attention. You seemed focused in our match about how you were going to tackle this Under Attack match up...And yet when it comes to time, you spent most of your air time addressing David Miller. I am not sure what your sick obsession is with the man but there are more then just the two of you involved in this match. You are losing your focus and blowing of the rest of us involved as if we are no threat. It is honestly stupidity like that costs you in the long run. Because usually it is one of those you don’t think is a threat that swoop and pull the rug out from under you. So I strongly suggest you rethink your strategy there. Would hate for you to kick your own ass when you realize I was right about that. Am I saying that I am gunna win. Hell no. I am not that crazy. Sure, I can do outlandish stuff and have been known to be a loose cannon. But even I know the possibilities of me winning a multi-person match up are slim. But does that mean I am ready to throw in the towel. Not on your life. No. It just means I will fight that much harder to do what I can to succeed. I want to win, I wish to win, and I would love to win. Everyone does...However...

Someone of us has got to but Starr in his place. I think you would agree with me on that Collin. Starr has been running wild for too long, swinging chairs and not giving a damn about whom he attacks and whom he insults. Now is the time when not one person more five people get that chance to take him out in one shot. Am I saying team up? Far from it....But look at the bigger picture. The title is on the line sure, but it is the prize at the end of this long journey we all must endure. Why not have some fun doing it right?

Cloudiee suggested as pulled his hand out of his pocket and used both hands to tuck his board up under his arm.

Cloudiee: After all I am sure Miller whom you hate, Chameleon, and Dylan all would think along those lines. Take out the pest and covet the title in the end. Chameleon has been understated for a while, but the man should be taken into consideration. Miller is a hit or miss on wither he is playing with a full deck. Yet when he is, he is known to be a beast. It could be the chance he needs to stun us all whom knows. And Dylan is steadily rising so we can’t just assume he has nothing to bring to the plate or offer. To do so would be an insult I think. Everything should be taken into consideration, while preparing for any surprise that may come. And as we all know this match is truly about timing and chance. No longer skill. Though if you don’t have a clue as to what you are doing, then you don’t stand a chance in hell. And if you aren’t willing to risk it all like Collin and I both are...Then you shouldn’t bother coming. You would be trampled before you even took a step. I am not trying to pretend I know how things will go or claim that I am something I am not. I know put into a situation like this you have to give it you all..Risk it when you think you shouldn’t just to make a statement and to make a stand. So by all means gentlemen, good luck. We are all gunna need it.

Cloudiee nodded absently in agreement with himself.

Cloudiee: Even you will need it Jake, much to your dislike. And don’t think I have forgotten you. Because I haven’t. It is just, saving the...Well you aren’t...God this is gunna come up extreme mean and childish which is not something I wanted. But Jake, you aren’t the best there is. I know..I know you believe you are, and you have a major issue about not being recognized or remembered. But instead of beating your image in to us with a steal steel chair...Maybe showcase more of your talent. Do something more note worthy. I know I don’t have a lot of room to talk in that department. But let’s be serious here. It very may well be the reason people aren’t remember you like you would want. So instead of bitching....Do. Actions speak louder then words, and no that doesn’t mean use the chair more or harder. In fact, I strongly suggest you knock that crap off. It is old and tacky. Though on the bright side. If you did lose this match along with your title, it would free you up to go after Shawn Winters more. I mean he seems more of your interest anyways. Then again is he even around anymore?

No disrespect to the man. He is an awesome player. But this match in the here and now has nothing to do with him. But it has everything to do with you. So in a sense your focus that you claim you need to refocus...Well it needs more focus because you are not focusing on what really matters and you claim that this division is all about you. I beg to differ. You made it perfectly clear that either way there is no real big pay off for you. But this championship means so much...Umm yeah, right...Sure it does...

Cloudiee rolls his eyes in disbelief as he shakes his head a little.

Cloudiee: I honestly think you are more confused then I am. Usually when I get confused, I take a moment and enjoy a few oreos and allow my mind to clear. To forget everything around me that is bothering me and take a moment just to relax. Maybe you should try it. After all you know that constipated state you seem to be in really isn’t working out for you is it? Let go Jake Starr...Let go...

Cloudiee suggested as he finally takes a hold of his skate board and places it back on the ground. With his original mission thwarted, Cloudiee would go ring shopping during his lunch or tomorrow morning before he went over to Gyna’s...Standing up right as he prepares to depart to work, but pauses for a few last words.

Cloudiee: Dylan, Miller, and Chameleon....I know I haven’t said much to you. But I do look forward to seeing what you have to offer. Even if Jake Starr, or Collin Cole don’t. Good luck and see you all very soon..

With that, Cloudiee pushes off and skates down the walk way weaving around those walking from point a to point b. The scene fades out as he disappears around the next corner.
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First Class No More: DRIFTING FREELANCER

Chapter Twelve: The End of the Beginning

Saturday, August 18th, 2012 in Las Vegas, Nevada around 8:00 P.M.

"So what's the plan tonight huh Collin," asked Rufus as Collin sat on his couch sporting a black and white jacket with black jeans flipping channels on his remote. Collin was just about to go with his friends tonight since for them today was a pretty big day for them. Of course, Allison and Joss were out, as usual. It had gotten to the point where if they wasn't out that that would be the real surprise. But he got it. They were in love. of course they would want to spend every waking minute together. Even if it resulted in Collin somewhat taking the role of the third wheel. It kinda made sense that he was though. He was the youngest of the three and was treated as such. Whether it was Allison, Joss or even Samantha Monroe, Collin has always been treated as the little brother. it was fine by him. He understood it came with the territory and it is what it is.

"Going with my friends tonight to the grave," Collin replied.

""Grave? I assume today has some sort of importance to all of you so therefore you and your friends are remembering someone? Is that a reach or am I accurate?"

"Accurate. Today would have been Jackson's birthday," stated Collin. It was odd to Collin that it had already been six months since Jackson was killed. For him it still seemed like yesterday. Whether or not this was because quite frankly he was at the scene and was standing a few feet away from him when it happened or not, the whole sequence has replayed in Collin's head for a while.

"Ah I see now."

"Yeah I know. It's already been six months. Guess time does fly by fast eh?"

"You may delay, but time will not."

"Benjamin Franklin," Collin muttered as he the quote. "Rufus, you can stop me if this sounds like deja-vu but I think I'm going crazy." Rufus soon let out a small laugh as Collin shortly did the same.

"Ah I do recall you saying such a thing. So, what drives your mind this time?"

"A lot of things. Too many things actually. From wrestling to Helms to Aubrey. Plus Monroe isn't going to be happy today with me. She was in town today and we were supposed to have some meeting or something like that but I blew her and now she's been angry texting me the entire day. It's a drag sir. I just feel as if my mind has been the subject of a huge tug-of-war game with like twenty people playing."

"Well, like I told you last time Collin, life will eventually do that to you. You're going through the growing pains of your youth. I envy you at times."

"Is that so? You're enviable of someone who's been a recovering alcoholic, been drugged and have been cheated on eh?" HA, that means in your eyes I'm living the life!" Collin laughed for a moment shortly after. At this point of his life, Collin has come to terms with his shortcomings so much that nowadays he mocks himself he sees them as just another thing to make jokes about.

"What I mean Collin is that you've not even reach the peak of your youth. You have so much of your life ahead of you. If I could be 21 again Collin I would do a lot of things differently now. If I could transfer my mind and my experiences from what I've seen at this point in my life into your body, I would be golden Collin. Sometimes it's the time you don't value at first that when you get older is the time you wish you could have back. That's why I always tell you Collin, eventually you're going to have to stand for something. I know you're a bit of a free spirit however I hope you realize that he who has a why to live can bear almost any how. Once you find your why Collin, you'll be fine."

"I'm hope so. Anyways I think I'm going to head out so I'll see you later ok?"

"I'm leaving Collin." Collin, who had just reached a vertical base and was headed towards the door, turned back around and looked at him.

"Ah I see. Well then I guess we both have plans then-"

"That's not what I was referring too." Collin soon gave Rufus a quizzical look.

"Well don't be vague with me sir. What do you mean?"

"Sunday, December 16th is my last day living in this house as your butler. On that day Collin, I will leave this place and finally return to my home in Finland for the first time in about thirty years." Collin remained frozen for a moment. He couldn't really begin to fathom what he just heard? Rufus, someone he's know his entire life, leaving? Just like that? It couldn't be possible.

"Why now," Collin simply asked.

"Simple. Because it's time. It's the time God has dwelled on me and has commanded that I finally end this chapter of my life."

"Does Allison and Joss know about this?"

"I told them last night."

'So they've known all of this time that you were doing this and none of you told me? May I ask why?"

"I told them not to. I wanted to tell you myself."

"Well you picked a hell of a time to do so." Collin looked at Rufus and put his hands in his pockets. It still wasn't registering into Collin's head. He still couldn't really believe it nor did he want to.

"So this is just it huh," Collin said. "You're just going to retire and ride off in the sunset?"

"Who said anything about retiring?"

"Wait what? That's what you're doing right? You're retiring from being a butler? OK, you're sending mixed messages here."

"Truthfully, I retired from being a butler a long time ago."

"Alright now you're still saying completely nonsensical stuff here."

"Allow me to explain. You know why I became a butler Collin? It was because at the time, I was merely thirty one years old and I was working dead end jobs when I lived in Finland. At the time, my mother was very ill and could barely afford all the medical bills. So one day, I saw an ad while scrubbing the floors of this local store I used to work at and it on the paper it said that some royal family simply needed anyone, didn't matter if they experience, for part time work as a butler. So since I was always taught as a young boy proper etiquette and how to fold the napkins and how to properly act when my parents had guest, I figured it wouldn't hurt to take them on their offer. After all, I only cared about the monetary part of the job."

"And I'm guessing the rest is history?"

"Precisely. I became a full fledged butler and five years later, I became your parents' butler. Your parents took me in, they've always treated me well. However, seven years later, my mother died. Died from cancer and at that moment, I was going to leave."

"Why?"

"Because my purpose died? My purpose for being a butler died. I only did this for her. Did this to help him get better. And once she died, there was no point of me being a butler anymore."

"So why did you stay eh?"

"Because you were born and I felt one way to repay your parents' generosity was to be a part of your childhood. You ever wondered why your parents called you Collin?"

"Hmph, now thinking about it no. Just figured they look in a book for boys name and since Collin is a common one, they went with that."

"Well the truth is they didn't. I named you." Collin looked at Rufus for a moment and then chuckled.

"So all this time it was you that gave me my name and no one told me? Man, how much of you guys now around here that I don't know eh? But since we're on this subject, why Collin?"

"When I was little kid, I had this white cat. His name was Collin. He was small and mischievous. He would always run around the house and give my parents headaches just trying to stop him. There would be nights I would hold him in my hands, looks in his eyes and I saw this cat with so much hope, so much youth in him. And when yours parents allowed me to hold you when you were born for the first time, I felt the same way. It reminded of Collin. So therefore, I called you Collin." Collin shook his head and and smirked as he heard his phone vibrate. He quickly reached his pocket and saw that he had received a text from Katelyn Buelher. Collin had an idea about what the text was about, but he was currently busy so he didn't bother answering.

"HA I see."

"I've watched you grow from a kid to a young man. One of the reasons I wanted to come with you when you moved out was because I wanted to guide you. Be your conscious because this world has changed. Changed a hell of a lot than I used to know it when i was your age. I wanted to give you an alternative voice to listen to. I wanted to pass some of my wisdom onto you because I felt entitled to because as you see, life isn't roses. But now, I realize you don't need me anymore and it's time I go back home. See when I said i wasn't retiring, I'm not. I've been saving some money. I've had this idea in my mind to start my own restaurant back home. it's what I want to do and now I can. The day I "retire" is the day I die. As long as I'm living on this Earth I can still make the most of my life."

"So what when you're gone, I'm not going to have another butler or something?"

"Yes. I've talked with your parents and at the beginning of the year someone will take my place."

"No offense but I don't want another butler. This place won't be the same without man. Whoever this new guy is, he's going go be trying to fill a void that will never be closed in your absence."

"Collin, you don't need me anymore. I have given you as much knowledge as I can. I've been doing this job longer than I should have. But now, God has called me for another purpose."

"That's not true. I mean if it wasn't for you, I would have went insane a long time ago. So would have Joss and by default, Alli would have too. You're like the glue; that keeps everything together."

"Collin, all of you will be fine. I know this is sudden, but this is why i wanted to tell you last." Collin looked at Rufus and shook his head. He didn't want to see him leave, but at the same time, he knew he couldn't delay the man from his plans. He had given thirty years of his life to his family and now it was time for him to move on. At the end of the day, Collin couldn't be mad at him for that.

"So you're serious about this huh," Collin asked. Rufus simply nodded.

"I'll still call every now and then to check up on you guys."

"Yeah but you're going to be in a whole different time zone. Not the same as being here. Regardless, I understand why you're leaving. I have to. You've been good to me so it would be unfair for me to complain about you wanting to do something else."

"Thank you for that."

"It's no big deal. Guess everyone has their expiration date. One way or the other." Collin soon once again walked towards the door. Although he wasn't leaving now, it still felt as if he was losing a part of him. And Collin couldn't imagine living in his house without him.
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The SCW cameras spot Collin Cole inside his locker room, sporting his black "Future No More" t-shirt with blue jeans. Once he sees the camera, he faces it.

Collin: As the time winds down slowly and the days becomes nights, in two days, forty eight hours, six men will enter the Adrenaline Chamber with one goal and that's to become the Adrenaline Champion. Six men will put their bodies, their health, their career on the line just to be the one that survives in the end and wins the gold. Now the closer we get to that day, the more I feel anxious. The more I want to get it over with.

See it's been four months since I got a title shot. Throughout the majority of this year, I've been dealing with personal vendettas. Whether it was with David Miller of David Helms, the majority of this year I've been engaging myself in person feuds. And I understand the longer you're in this business, eventually you're going to be in a couple of blood feuds, but that's not really the objective of wrestling. There's really nothing to gain from these battles but a simple pride boost. I'm not going to make it to the top by continuing these personal wars. What's going to get me to the top is winning big matches. Winning championships.

And here we go once again talking about that one signature win. That one win that propels you to the elite. And for me, it's been right there. It's been right under my nose however for some reason, i can never capture it. I know for a fact it's not because I'm not talented. It's not because I can't wrestle. That's a given. But honestly, I don't know. That's the struggle right there. Not knowing why you can't.

However Sunday night inside that Chamber, I'm presented with another chance. The only catch is that five other men are coming after the same thing I want. Five other men are going to try their hardest to deny me of what i want. They are going to go ti the lengths of trying to scar me, batter me, bruise me to get it. And you know what, I'm going to do the same thing. One thing I've learned from being here in SCW is that if you want something, you're going to have to not only take it, but ignore the drawbacks to your body en route to getting it.

I've always said my piece about David Miller so now I'm looking at the rest of you "challengers." I'll start with you Chameleon because you're quite the enigma eh? Two months ago, no one had ever heard of you. No one even knew you existed two months ago. And when all of the SCW locker room heard that someone named Completely Unoriginal Chameleon was actually coming to SCW, people laughed because it was absurd.

So when you won the Battle Royal last month, no one saw it coming. And you were this close to becoming the number one contender for the United States Championship. So close but yet so far away. So now I'm sure you see this match as redemption. You're probably looking at this match as your chance to to make up for that.

But you see quite frankly I think you as Adrenaline Champion is not what the division needs. Now I will be the first one to admit. When it comes to satire and humor and sarcasm, that's pretty much me. Everyone knows I see things in a different light then others. But what I am not is a complete goof and that's what you are Chameleon. You are a goof. Comic relief if you well.

Look at you, you're a grown man wearing a stupid green mask and you call yourself a Chameleon. On top of that, you've already ousted yourself as being completely unoriginal. You know what that means? That means that you have the problem of coming up with an original thought in your brain. That means that you are unable to do things on your own and so therefore you have rip from someone else. It's truly sad to see you waste your mind like that, but who knows, maybe you don't really have one.

See the Adrenaline division deserves to have a strong champion. A champion that stands for something. No matter if it's for the good or even if it's for the evil, the champion must stand for something. And you stand for nothing because you are nothing. What I mean by that is I'm not discrediting you or what you have done so far, I'm simply saying you lack an identify. You don't have one because if you did, you wouldn't be taking from everyone else.

And besides this division has gone too long being secondary or even at times irrelevant. And you're not the one that would bring it back to esteemed levels. Instead, you would simply plunge the title to even lower depths. You wouldn't bring a Renaissance to the Adrenaline Division, you would simply tarnish it. Obviously you're going to feel different about that and obviously you're going to try to prove me otherwise instead the Chamber and I expect that. But don't expect to be walking out as champion.

Which now brings me to you Dylan Howell. Now I have no problem with you. Hell, we've talked on Twitter and we agree on a few things. On top of that, unlike Chameleon, I know if you won the Adrenaline Championship, you would give it the prestige and honor it's been lacking since Ryan Watson held the title. And you're not the only one that wants a piece of Jake Starr's head. I'm pretty sure in the grand scheme of things, all of us do because the funny thing is the thing that bonds all of us; you, me, Cloudiee, and David Miller is Jake Starr's chair. I don't know about you guys but I plan on breaking that bond.

And another thing Dylan because I want to to tell you this so you can understand me. A month ago on Twitter you presented something to me. Not yet me, but to Blake Mason and Regan Street. In your words, you said, the four of us need to talk very soon. Now for one,I'm not really too fond on Blake Mason to be honest so that for one didn't really excite me. And two I know what you were trying to do. Hell, you said it best in your second tweet following that. You said, it's time to rearrange the top of SCW.

So basically, you want to pick up where Infamous left off. I get it Dylan. I get the ambition of wanting to rule with the idea of strength with numbers and I understand why you would want me for that. However Dylan, like I told you on Twitter, no thanks.

See I'm not like one of those people that needs to have the numbers to be relevant. I don't need the numbers game to play in my favor of making it to the elite status. I've gotten this far by myself actually. I've built myself from the ground up so what makes you think I need to be a part of a group eh?

And besides, groups are a drag. I prefer doing my own thing rather than having to follow what other people tell me. Hence why i jettison Samantha Monroe. My problem with you Dylan is that you don't need a group. You don't need to take a shortcut to elevate. You have the talent. You have the ability to make it. But instead, you want to take the easy way. You want to take that way and that's not me. I don't want to be remembered for being in a group. i don't want my success to be thanks to some establishment like Lucas Knight. I plan on making it on my own merit. My own skill. And I will Dylan. But it should be interesting if we do cross paths.

As far as you Cloudiee, it doesn't matter what you say because I beat you again and that speaks more than words. Now there's one more person I need to address but I'll get to that later. For all of you in the Chamber, I hope you realize just how far I'm going to go to win this. I don't know about you guys but I plan on making the Chamber my moment. And it will come to all of you's expense. So I'll see all of you Sunday night. And after the track wreck is over, only one man will have to stand up barely as the winner and new Adrenaline Champion. And I will do everything in my power to make sure it's me.
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"Hope or No Hope" - SCW RP #179
Opponents: Cloudiee, Collin Cole, David Miller, Dylan Howell, Completely Unoriginal Chameleon
Date: 10.26.12
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OOC: Win or lose, I enjoyed writing the shit out of this roleplay. I wrote it all today. I really got into the story and I just couldn't stop. I hope you all enjoy and here is too an awesome match where I will become...the new SCW...ADRE...OK, I am done. Good luck folks.

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The scene opens with the green faced God, the man who has been getting his bum handed to him here recently, oh that’s right, you guessed it, Zee Chameleon, well Stanley Duncan as his mask is removed. He looks like he took quite a beating at the hands of Dylan Howell, but while he may have lost, it wasn’t a beating at the hands of Howell. In fact, it was the beating at the hands of a few hired goons who were hired by Stanley’s boss, who remains anonymous at this point. They were hired to kidnap Stanley’s love, Claire Samuels which they did shortly before Friday Night Ammo last week. And yes, the kidnapping took place a few days before the show even aired. Just to catch everyone up, they took her hostage to make sure Stanley knew that there is going to be no way in blue Hades for him to turn down the job his boss presented to him a night or two before Chameleon’s war against Katie Steward, who won thanks to some outside interference from Collin Cole. There just is no honor anymore. Not only in the ring, but also in the realm of the criminal underworld.

Stanley is sitting in a chair, wearing a suit and tie, which has been torn. He has some caked blood on his face. Around his nose, lip and eyebrow. His right eye has been bashed in quite a bit, and it is black and purple due to some severe swelling. There is a bright circular light shining on his face, as three shadows are shown standing before him. I say shadows because they are basically painted on his ripped white button up shirt. Stanley looks at them, through his one good eye, trying to make out their faces, but he is unable to do so. Finally, a voice can be heard. It is a very gruff Italian voice. Must have something to do with crime. Everyone is Italian or something. The voice speaks, “I told you Stanley that you should not say no to me, but you did. I told you that I would do something to change your mind and as you can tell, taking your precious woman from you and beating you within an inch of your life…well, I would assume that changes your mind. Would I be right in that assumption?”

Stanley groans, and tries to wiggle free, but due to the fact that he isn’t really all that strong, he gets nowhere. Stanley spits out. A little bit of it is saliva and some of it is blood. Disgusting mixture either way. Stanley shakes his head, as it aches, letting you know that he sure did take a beating. Dylan Howell may have helped, because those German suplexes were a mother trucker, but the beating Stanley took after Breakdown ended was torture. Stanley, when he could, told himself that he would rather listen to Collin Cole and David Miller insult each other, which is torturous in itself, due to their lack of personality. Stanley tries to wiggle free once more, before finally stopping and speaking, a hint of anger, sadness and agony in his voice, “What do you want from me? You didn’t have to involve. She has nothing to do this. You can just let her go and you can have me. I am the one you want man. Just let…just let her go. Please.”

Laughter can be heard as the scene progresses. The gruff Italian guy responds to Stanley’s comments, after the laughter dies down, “I will let her go, Stanley, but after you do your job. There is no other way around this, I’m afraid. You go and do what I ask, then all will be fine. You and your girlfriend will not be harmed anymore. But if you refuse, then she will die. You will not, because I would get plenty of satisfaction knowing that you are alone and suffering in misery because I took away the one thing that means the world to you. So, Stanley, I think it is time for you to make a decision.” The Italian voice dies out in the shadows, while Stanley sits there, his head lowered, staring at his feet.

Stanley just begins to nod his head, knowing that there is nothing else he can do. He doesn’t want Claire to be harmed. He doesn’t want anything bad to happen to her. He doesn’t care for himself, but she is his world. He then looks up, staring back into the shadows with one eye, looking like a pirate from way back in the day. Stanley clears his throat, “OK…OK, I’ll do it. Just please, let her go. That is all I ask. If you let her go, then I will do whatever you want. I will go and rob the freaking mob bank,” and the comment escapes Stanley’s mouth, as he wishes he could have Dylan Howell on his side, because the man can clearly convince anyone to do anything that he wants them to do. Stanley tells himself that despite neither man producing any sort of promotion for their match, Dylan managed to get the win. Stanley then tells himself that Dylan more than likely talked the referee into screwing someone as awesome as Zee Chameleon over. Stanley shakes his head, feeling like the terrible refs from the NFL were invading the SCW. Stanley spits out some saliva and blood once again, “Do we have a deal?”

There is a silence in the shadows, as the three men remain standing before Stanley and then after a few moments, two shadows walk away, disappearing from Stanley’s shirt, leaving the one in the middle. It begins to move as footsteps can now be heard echoing in the scene, and then we see a gray haired short man, with slightly brown wrinkled skin and some facial scruff. He stands just a few inches from Stanley and kneels down, looking Stanley in the eye, as he now responds, “We don’t have a deal. This isn’t a negotiation Stanley. I figured you would have gotten that memo by now. The deal and this is the only deal…is that you do the job and then you will be safe. Your girlfriend will be safe. If you don’t then you both die. Even your little dog suit wearing faggot of a friend will die. That is the best deal you are going to get, “ The Italian runs his hands over his face and lets out a sigh, before continuing, “I am trying to teach you a lesson here, Stanley and just in case you’re not getting it, I will spell it out for you. You simply do not…say no to me. I hope this opens your eyes buddy boy. If not, then may God have mercy on your soul, because I won’t.” Stanley looks up out of his good eye, only to catch a glimpse of a fist headed straight towards his face and then it all goes to black, bringing the scene to an end.

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Elsewhere, the man the SCW people have known as Bob Tomlinson is shown sitting at his desk, with a piece of paper in his hands. He is looking at it, with a look in his eyes that can only be described as he is wondering what in the hell he is reading. For those of you who do not know, Stanley wrote Tomlinson a letter the night he refused the Italian’s job, because he couldn’t sleep. Stanley was of course worried and he felt that the only way to get his mind off of things would be to think about wrestling. Stanley chose to think about the SCW pay per view Under Attack, where he would be and still is participating in the Adrenaline Chamber match against the likes of Dylan Howell, David Miller, Collin Cole, Cloudiee and of course the defending and reigning Adrenaline Champion, Jake Starr. And Jake Starr is basically the basis for the entire letter. Bob lets out a sigh, telling himself not to read the letter again, but he does. As he begins to read, he asks himself why he would read anything signed by the Chameleon. Little does he know, that Stanley Duncan, the man behind the mask, put a lot of heart and soul into the letter, something Collin Cole never does. Stanley put in a lot of thought into the letter, some David Miller does only when he is putting in his resignation.

And yes he wrote the letter in a yellow coloring pencil, because he couldn’t find a pink one.

Dear Mr. Bob,

I am the Chameleon. I am the captain of unoriginality as I am sure you are well aware. You are making a turd load of money off of my mask merchandise. The kids love me. But that is not why I am writing you. You see, I am writing you because I feel it deep within my bowels ( that could be the chili from earlier) as well as my heart that I am the next SCW Adrenaline Champion. Now, while reading this, I am sure you are already asking yourself what on Earth gives me that kind of idea. Well it is simple Bob the Builder. You see, Jake Starr has gone around nailing people left and right. Every time they aren’t looking, he attacks them from behind, really nailing them and leaving them in an immense amount of pain. But you see, when it came down to me, Jake didn’t hit me. And I am sure it confused a lot of people as to why of all his opponents, he chose not to strike me. Some may say he was getting bored. Some can say that he has a special place in his heart for the Green Faced God. I am not sure, but I strongly believe that he has handpicked me as the rightful heir to the throne of Adrenaline Champion. Yes, you are reading correctly and if you are a fan of Highlander like I am, you can see that the point I am getting at is that Jake Starr has selected me as…THE CHOSEN ONE!!!

I mean, Dylan Howell wants to rumble with Jake Starr because Jake Starr owned Howell. David Miller probably isn’t going to show up. Even if he does, he will choke like he has with every single opportunity he has been given. Cloudiee will be too concerned with how much hairspray to use to give himself that awesome doo he has going on. Collin Cole is going to be so excited by the fact that he isn’t facing the diabolical David Helms anymore, because Cole has grown tired of realizing he will never make it beyond mid card status. Jake Starr more than likely sees all of these things himself, but when he looks at me, which he has ( I am pretty sure we had a moment or two ) he sees something Tee totally different. He sees a man of great charisma. He sees a man in a mask full of great skill. He recognizes the fact that I am so skilled that I have what it takes to do moves every other superstar on the roster can do and I do them just as well as the originators. Jake recognizes that no one else can take up his mantle of Adrenaline superhero. Only I can. Greg Cherry, his partner in crime is too fat to really do anything Adrenaline-esque, so that only leaves me.

And besides, with as much talking as Jake Starr does about the World Heavyweight Championship, I am pretty sure it is nothing short of abundantly clear that the man is ready for another reign as top dog of the SCW. He cannot carry the Adrenaline title forever. He is a fighter and he is a hero. Look at him! He has boyish good looks and an ego the size of Darth Vader’s galaxy far, far away. I don’t think Jake should have to whine and complain as much as he has been to get any sort of respect around here, let alone a shot at the biggest prize in this company. I am here to let you know that if you would rather insert Jake Starr into the Interim World title match between Syren, a lady he has beaten and Thirteen, a number that didn’t prove to be unlucky for Jake, then by all means go for it. I will gladly compete for the vacant Adrenaline title and I will win it and let the world know that I am the only superstar in the Elimination Chamber worthy of being called the CHOSEN ONE! Dylan Howell can go be somebody else’s weakness. Collin Cole can go back and try to help Joss Morrison have some sort of career. David Miller can contemplate another retirement. Cloudiee can focus on hair products and make up, while I stand atop the mountain here in the Adrenaline Division, making Jake Starr proud as he goes and conquers the World title picture not only with his words of whining wisdom, but with his skilled skills he puts on display each and every week.

Thank you for your time and I love you,
Zee Captain of Unoriginality and the next Adrenaline Champion,
Zee Chameleon.

Bob Tomlinson allows the letter to fall from his fingertips before burying his face in his hands, telling himself that the kid in the green mask and yellow top hat is an OK guy, and a pretty decent wrestler, but far from the best. He tells himself that the kid is more than likely going to get killed come the night of Under Attack, because judging him by his letter, Tomlinson clearly thinks that the kid has several screws loose. Bob lets out a sigh and gets up from his desk, ready to call it a night as this scene comes to an end.

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Thursday October 25th, 2012

The scene reopens just as Stanley Duncan and his best friend Fido return home from the previous night’s show, Breakdown. Stanley is very weary, worried and tired as he steps foot into his father’s house. Fido keeps his head down, when both men stop, as Stanley’s father James Duncan is shown standing in the living room. Fido lowers his head and walks out of the room, whimpering like a mutt who just got popped for peeing all over the rug. Stanley stares at his father, who stares back. After a few moments, James breaks the silence, “Stanley, what happened to your face son? And where is Claire?”

Stanley freezes in his tracks, not knowing what to say. His eye is still bruised and swollen. His lips is split and caked with dried blood. He clears his throat, “Dad…,” Stanley wants to lie, but deep down, he knows that there is no way around this at all. Stanley lowers his head, avoiding eye contact with his father, before continuing, “I can’t lie to you anymore,” James looks at his son confused, as Stanley speaks once more, “There is…there’s something that I have to tell you. Something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a very long time pop. I will tell you, and you’ll know everything, including where Claire is.”

James scratches his forehead, lowering his head from his son. The look on his face tells the story of him fearing for the worst. He lets out a sigh and looks back up at Stanley who is finally making eye contact, and replies, “What is it son? Whatever it is, we will work through it. Just lay it on me.”

Stanley takes in a deep breath, his mind trying to conjure up another lie, but Stanley shakes his head, removing any sort of bull crap lie, and nods his head then, accepting the truth of the matter, knowing that it is time to come clean, “Dad…I don’t know any other way to put this so, I am just going to say it,” Stanley lets out a sigh. You can tell by the look on his face he is feeling highly upset, “I…I’m…I…I’m the thief known as the…Chameleon…I have been since mom died. There is no excuse for it. For any of it, to be honest with you dad, but the only thing I can say is that…is that…it made me happy until now.”
James doesn’t say anything. He places his hands on his hips and lowers his head again, taking in a deep breath. Stanley tries to remain strong, as he continues his confession, “I stole a piece of art pops and I had it buried with mom. A piece of art that she loved so much…” Stanley’s voice trails off, as he tries to fight back tears. He takes in a deep breath and continues, “And ever since then, it gave me a sort of thrill. That has been my job for quite some time and now, it’s really come up and bit me in the butt dad. I am in some serious trouble and I don’t know what else to do. I brought Jason and Claire into this other world of mine and now, it could cost Claire her life,” Stanley can’t stop the tears after mentioning Claire’s name. He looks up and sees his father shaking his head.

Stanley goes to speak again, but James cuts him off, “Don’t you say another word, Stanley. You have lied to me…YOUR OWN FATHER…FOR YEARS!!! You steal a piece of art and you put it in your MOTHER’S COFFIN? YOU DISGRACE HER BY STEALING? I don’t know what you’ve done to get Claire in the middle of this, but she is a damned fool for allowing herself to be involved in this madness. You do whatever you gotta do to save her, Stan and after that, you need to leave her. I am not sure if I can even look at you anymore. You, Claire and that damn dog wannabe need to hit the road. I won’t say a word to anyone, but you can’t stay here any longer. You get her back safe and sound, and then please…just leave.” Stanley goes to speak, but his father walks out of the room, leaving Stanley standing there, alone, not having any idea what he is going to do.

Stanley turns and walks back outside, and takes a seat in a rocking chair on the front porch. He is mad at himself. He hates himself is more like it. He buries his face in his hands, wiping away any tear residue, before running his fingers through his hair and letting out a sigh, as an idea pops into his head. An idea that he has never wanted to consider, but he tells himself he has considered worse and they have kept him out of the slammer. He tries to smile, but it hurts, almost as bad as listening to Collin Cole make out like he is the best wrestler in the world. Stanley slowly stands to his feet, having decided his next move. It is something that he hopes works out in his favor. Stanley takes in another deep breath then exhales as he makes his way down off of the porch and begins to go for a stroll. Stanley has decided he is going to go talk to one Detective Brad Russell.

And the scene ends.

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“You have got to be kidding, Stanley.”

The scene reopens with Stanley Duncan sitting down in the office of Detective Brad Russell who is standing up, with his fists on his desk, smirking and shaking his head, as Brad continues to speak, “I mean, you’ve got to be shitting me, son. Here you are…telling me…that after all of this time that you are the son of a bitch Chameleon that I’ve been after for years. And then you want to tell me that you’re not here to turn yourself in, but you’re here to negotiate your freedom, by aligning yourself with me to bring down your boss? What do you think this is son? You think this is that TV show White Collar ?” Brad shakes his head some more and lets out a sigh before taking a seat in his office chair.

Stanley smirks and even lets out a laugh, before leaning forward in his seat and placing his forearms on the desk, as he gives his response, “I know it sounds crazy, Brad, but that is exactly what I am here proposing to you. You can have the Chameleon…some low level thief…or you can forget about him and go after the big fish. I mean, I could probably end up giving you everybody. Every last single one of them could be in cuffs and you would look like a true hero, Brad. I know that you want that sort of recognition; otherwise you would not have been wasting so much time tailing me. You would have just given up after you couldn’t catch me. I mean, just think about it, Brad. This is almost too good to pass up.”

Brad laughs a little bit, before replying, “Listen Stanley, it does sound like an interesting deal, but you see, you say I wasted so much time trying to catch you, but here you are. I could arrest you right now and have your ass in a jail cell faster than you can freaking blink son. I mean, you do realize that don’t you, Stanley?”

Stanley nods, “I get that, trust me, Brad, but you’re missing the point,” Stanley pauses, looking at Brad who is staring back with a look of “Oh really” in his eyes. Stanley then continues, “My boss wants me to rob a mob bank. You can go after the mob too, Brad and that would make it that much sweeter.”

Brad sits there, contemplating what Stanley just told him, knowing it is a good deal, but he quickly shakes his head and leans forward in his seat, locking eyes with Stanley, before giving his response, “You know, kid, that would be a good thing for me. Hell, it would be great for my career, but you see, I don’t know if you can feel it, but I am feeling something in my gut right now. Do you know what I’m feeling right now, Stanley?” Stanley keeps his eyes locked with Brad and shakes his head no, before the detective continues talking, “I have this strong feeling that there is more to this whole situation than you are letting on. I mean, I don’t think you would be here, in front of me, telling me all of this just because you are tired of running. Am I right on that, son?”

Stanley breaks the eye contact, removing his arms from the table and he places them in his lap, as he lowers his head and stares at the floor. He hoped that it wouldn’t come down to this. To him, it seems like it was going to be easy to sell Russell on the idea. He breathes in, then out, before looking back up at Brad, nodding his head, “You’re right, detective. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t need your help, but I am here. I DO need your help. I have nowhere else to go. I told my dad earlier who I truly was and he wants me gone.”

Brad chuckles, “Can you blame him?”

Stanley shakes his head, “No, to be honest, I really can’t, but I will deal with that later. I am focused on right here, right now. I have to save Claire’s life, Brad. She is in trouble. If I don’t do what my boss wants me to do, then he is going to kill her. Do you understand that?” Stanley runs his hands over his face and through his hair, “There! Are you happy now, Brad? You got the truth. I am here because I need your help. You are the only person who can help. If you want me to beg you, then I will do that, because I love Claire more than anything. I brought her into this and I put her in the position she is in. I want to make it right, Brad. And I am here, asking you to help me make it right.”

Brad lowers his eyes from Stanley’s and sighs, before responding, “Look…Stanley…I know that you love Claire and I know that you want to help her, but you my friend are a criminal. You are here, confessing to being a master thief. You have evaded capture for years. I mean, I should call you in back up right now to make sure you do not escape my clutches ever again. To make sure you are brought to justice,” Brad reaches into his desk drawer, and then removes something, placing it down on the desk, revealing it to be his badge. He clears his throat then continues to talk, “I earned this badge, because I believe in the law. I strongly believe in it Stanley. Do you believe in it?”

Stanley shrugs, “I do believe in it, but sometimes going by the book isn’t always the best thing. It is about doing what you feel as an individual to be right. The first thing I stole, I stole it for my mother and it is buried with her. There’s you another confession by the way…” Stanley clears his throat, “But I did it, because I feel that my mother deserved it have that object with her instead of it being in some glass case for people to walk by and stare at,” Stanley shakes his head and lets out a laugh, thinking he should be getting an Academy Award for coming across more serious than David Miller. He just hopes that Brad Russell takes him more seriously than people do David when he says something, “The things I have stolen, I have considered myself to be sort of like Robin Hood. When I started out, I stole from the rich and I gave to the poor. But you know I am wondering now, how those who were poor have become rich. They became rich, selling what I stole for them. I am getting the shaft if you really take a good hard look at it. I am here to do what is right. I am here to tell them to stick it where the sun doesn’t shine Brad and I want you to help me bring those greedy bastards down. I want to bring every last one of them down.”

Brad sits there, rocking in his seat, nodding his head, his eyes staring off in the distance, as he is thinking about every thing that Stanley just told him. He then turns his attention back to Stanley and replies, “How long do you have until you have to pull this job?”

Stanley shrugs, “I wasn’t exactly given a time limit, but I know that I don’t have too long. I have to get it done and I have to get it done as soon as possible. I want Claire back, Brad. I want to be able to wrap my arms around the woman I love with every fiber of my being.”

Brad nods, “I never thought you’d be the hopeless romantic, but you are. But then again, I never thought you’d be a master thief,” Brad pauses, shakes his head then continues, “I can’t give you an answer right at this moment. How about I come by your dad’s later and we discuss it? I mean, I know that isn’t what you wanted to hear, Stanley, but that is the best I can do. I mean, I got a lot to think about here kid. I could be putting my career…my life on the line for you. I have to consider all of the options.”

Stanley lowers his head, nodding, biting his lip, before looking back up and replying, “I guess that is the only real option I have in this matter. I have no choice but to take it. The only other thing that I can do is plan ahead without you.” With that, Stanley stands up from his seat, places his hands in his pockets, locks eyes with the detective and simply nods, before making his exit at the scene fades, with Brad Russell staring out of his office, considering what his next move should be. He is thinking if he should go by the book or do what he himself feels to be right, as Stanley put it.

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Later On…Still Thursday October 25th, 2012

“You talked to Detective Russell?”

The scene opens once again, this time with Fido and Stanley standing in the center of the RV. Stanley has apparently just informed Fido about his recent conversation with Detective Brad Russell and as you can tell that the furry friend of Stanley’s is quite the opposite of happy. Stanley stands before Fido, and shakes his head, “Yes! That is what I just told you man. Have you not been listening to me? I talked to Russell because I am playing this one a little closer to the chest. I have to. I have no other choice. I have to look at all of my options.”

Fido barks like a dog, cutting Stanley off, “No! You should have consulted with me first, mate. We are best friends. We are partners. You and I, Stanley…well we are in this thing together.”

Stanley smirks, and it quickly fades, as he responds, “Is that so?” Stanley waits for Fido to nod, which he does, and then Stanley continues, “If we are in this together, then why did you leave me when we got back to the house? You left me in the living room alone with my dad and I ended up telling him that I am the Chameleon. I told my father that I have lied to him for years. Do you have any idea how screwed up that entire situation was?”

Fido shrugs, “No, actually I don’t. Besides I had to go mark my territory, seeing how we had been gone for some time and I didn’t want some other little bitch dog thinking they could take over my turf.” Stanley turns away, waving his hand at Fido, like whatever before taking a seat at the kitchen table and staring out of the window. Fido throws his hands up in surrender, then takes a seat opposite of Stanley and speaks once more, “OK, back to important matters. You said you are weighing your options. What if Russell decides to turn down your offer? You still have to do the job. Have you even considered that?”

Stanley turns and faces Fido, glaring, “Are you serious? You don’t think I’ve considered that?” Fido shrugs his paws, which results in Stanley slamming his fist on the table, causing Fido to yelp a little bit, as Stanley continues, “I have considered that every step of the way, man. And I think I have come up with a plan should Russell decide to back out. I know I can pull it off, even if it does sound a little crazy.”

Fido leans forward, a smile appearing on his face, “OK, I am all ears. Let’s see hear it mate. I don’t care how crazy it is. Crazy is better than nothing at this point.”

Stanley clears his throat, “Well, I have decided that I could try and use the aliases of my wrestling opponents in order to scope this place out or even pull off the robbery if need be. Like let’s say, I disguise myself as Dylan Howell,” Fido looks at Stanley confused and a bit flabbergasted, while Stanley continues, “Don’t judge me. Anyways…I go in, tell them that I am Dylan Howell. And I want the teller to remain quiet, because I don’t want to cause any sort of alarms, but I am going to need a certain amount of money. Quite a large sum.”

Fido pipes up, “And if she says no?”

Stanley scoffs, “I will keep in character. I will let her know that I am indeed her weakness. I mean, come on, I would be Dylan Howell. He knows everything that there is to know about people. He can literally their weakness. I am pretty sure if I needed some extra motivation to rob this bank, he would be able to talk me into it. The man can read people like they are pages in a book.”

Fido cuts him off, “He sounds like he is full of shit.”

Stanley shrugs and nods, “Yeah he is, but that is beside the point. He really believes that shit as you put it and if I want to pull this job off, I would have to believe it just as much as Howell does. I could probably even summon the power of the Dark Side and Vader choke the teller if need be, to let him or her know that I am for real real, not for play play.”

Fido buries his face in his paws, “You have literally lost your mind, mate. I hate to say it, because you are my friend, but I see it now. Next thing you’ll say is that if Howell doesn’t work, you will try to be like Cloudiee…”

Stanley cuts him off, “No way. Cloudiee is a good whatever…but all of that hair and make up…it would take way too long. I could say that I would beat them with a bag of Oreo cookies though, but I don’t think it would be as intimidating. I could use David Miller, but with the way he comes and goes, I would get into his mindset, show up at the bank and walk in, only to walk right back out. It would be very symbolic of his time in the SCW. Not to mention the fact that I don’t really know many MMA moves.”

Fido replies, “You are really buying into this little plan of yours, aren’t you?” Stanley nods his head, and then Fido continues, “You do realize that you sound completely ridiculous. I know that I said crazy is better than nothing, but this takes the cake here, Stanley. I hate to say it mate, but you sound rather desperate.”

Stanley waves his hands in surrender, before speaking, “If I were to be desperate, I would have to go in as the First Class Wannabe, Collin Cole. I mean, the man looks like he is confident, but when he talks, you can tell that he is saying anything and everything he can, because he thinks then people will take him seriously. He has a boner for David Miller as well. I would hate to get those two personalities mixed up, because I would more than likely try to rape myself.”

Fido shakes his head, “That would not be a pretty picture, mate.”

Stanley nods in approval, “Trust me, I know. We can just scratch Miller and Cole off of the list altogether. I do not even want to go that route. Once you do that, then that would leave none other than Jake Starr. Disguising myself as him and getting into that sort of character would be easy as pie, man.”

Fido raises his paw like he is a student asking a question in school, “And how would it be so easy if you don’t mind me asking?”

Stanley fires back, “I would run into the bank, wielding a steel chair and I would bash everyone that got in my way. If someone wants to try and stop me, then BAM! Chair shot! If someone wants to try and talk me down, to calm me, then I will let them know that two of my best friends broke the guy code, pissing all over the rule of ‘bros before hoes’, then BAM! Chair shot! If the cops show up, then I will tell them that I am a champion and that I deserve a shot at another title, because that is how awesomely talented I am.”

Fido shrugs then asks a question, “And if they disagree?”

Stanley replies in rapid fashion, “BAM! CHAIR SHOT SON!!!”

And then a knock can be heard at the door, resulting in both Stanley and Fido to look at the door in sheer fright. They then lock eyes and Fido speaks, “Do you think its Russell with the rest of the pigtails, coming here to arrest us?” Stanley doesn’t reply. He just shrugs, then stands up and slowly makes his way over to the door. He pulls open the blind, to find only Detective Russell standing there, but Stanley quickly closes the blind and turns to face Fido, who speaks again, “Well? Who is it? Was I right? Should we pull a Thelma and Louise and drive this thing over a damn cliff?”

Stanley looks at him sort of bewildered before responding, “It’s just Russell. I am going to go talk to him, but I need you to watch my back. If you see anymore of the fuzz, then I am back in here and we are going out straight up Thelma and Louise. Well, we will have to make a pit stop and save Claire, then go out Thelma and Louise…plus one.” Stanley pauses, takes another look out of the blind, before speaking once again to Fido, “OK. I am going out. Watch my back, dude.”

Fido responds, “Got it.”

Stanley takes a deep breath, and opens the door, stepping outside, slowly closing the door behind him. Once outside, he finds himself face to face with Detective Russell. Stanley coughs, and then clears his throat, “Well…here you are…”

Russell takes a look around, then returns his gaze to that of Stanley and responds, “Yeah, here I am. I guess we need to go ahead and get this out of the way…”

Stanley looks down, sighs and then looks back up at Russell, nodding his head, “Yeah, I guess we do…”

And then the scene fades, thanks to some foreshadowing.

- - - - - - - - -

Let’s start this off with a bang, shall we?

Yes we shall.

David Miller, I respect you as an athlete. When you want, you can and will put your body on the line and you will fight until there is nothing left in your tank. You have become the Underground Champion. You have even won some awards here. You have gone up against some big names, and you have won. You have even called out some other big names and some of them have stepped into the ring against you, but the thing is, with those names you’ve called out like Josh Hudson, Xander Valentine, Chad Evans and so on, when it has come time for you to face them, you have…lost. You had all of the skill in the world and you mouthed off like you could beat anybody in this promotion, but when opportunity came knocking at your door, you took your ball and you went home, because you simply could not handle the pressure.

Now, I don’t know if you are actually going to show up for this match at Under Attack, for the Adrenaline Championship, but if you do, I know that you are going to give it your best, even if your best now isn’t what your best back then used to be. You will fight because that is what you are. You are a fighter, but I am not sure if that is enough. I believe that in order for you to finally become a champion once again, if you really want to carry the ball for the Adrenaline division instead of bailing, then you are going to have to get angry. You are going to have to listen to what Collin Cole has said about you and you are going to have to get pissed off. You cannot hold back anything inside of this Chamber. You are going to have to do what you used to do and that is tear someone’s freaking head off. You are going to have to show the world as well as yourself that you can thrive and survive when the pressure is put on. The bigger question now is this David. Do you have it in you?

I will tell you someone who doesn’t have it in them and that is you Collin Cole. You can wrestle. You can pull off some upsets, with one example that you have shoved down our throats being beating David Miller. Congrats, Collin! We get it! You can beat David Miller. It’s not like Miller hasn’t been beaten before. With that said, Collin, come down off of your pedestal, and welcome yourself back to reality. I would love to repeat myself and shove that down your throat, but I will leave that to you and to our champion, Jake Starr, whom I will get to momentarily. Right now, the focus is on you Collin Cole, something you simply have to have. You need to have that focus, otherwise, people are like…who’s this dude? You can go ahead and admit it buddy. You came out and interfered in all of those matches and did all of those backstage attacks, because you are…what is the word I am looking for? Oh yeah…you’re insecure, Collin Cole.

You will catch wind of this promotion and you will look in the mirror, smirking your Hollywood grin and tell yourself that I am wrong. You tell yourself that you are not insecure, but the idea will already be planted. You will begin to doubt yourself and that is not something that the Adrenaline Division needs. It doesn’t need someone who is so insecure that he has to have the light shining down upon him at all times, leading it. It doesn’t need to be led by someone who cares more about how they look, instead of making the belt mean something. The sad thing is this, Cole, but that belt has been overlooked and has barely meant anything in sometime. The Adrenaline title has been placed in the shadows of others for sometime. When Thirteen had it, it was more about his feud with the big boss man, instead of the title. With Jake Starr holding it, it is more about his quest for the World title than it has been about the belt.

The question is…what would you do for the title? I mean, you are clearly more original than me right? You can compose thoughts on your own right? If that is the case, then why do you come across like almost every other so called bad guy in the wrestling world? Every single one of you are all cocky and brash. You are all style but no substance. You and Dylan Howell are a lot alike. You are cocky. You are both brash. You both think that you are the best thing to hit wrestling and life in general since sliced bread, but you’re not. You are both pretty damn good wrestlers. Howell even holds a win over me, even if it was due to shoddy refereeing, but that is another story for another day. The only thing original about Howell is that he doesn’t like blood. I have never seen a bad guy who doesn’t like blood. But where does that leave you Cole? You are a man trying to find some sort of identity and you think winning the Adrenaline title will give that identity to you, but the thing is, you are trying to win it for the wrong reasons. You do not care for the Adrenaline Championship like someone such as Cloudiee cares for it. And that means, Cole that while you are more than likely going to do very well inside of the Chamber, you will not survive, simply because you do not have the will. How is that for sticking to being myself and staying unoriginal? Oh yeah, you can take that comedic relief comment and shove it up your waxed anus, after you remove my foot from it.

Dylan Howell, you are a real piece of work. You are a weakness? I doubt it. Maybe to yourself, because you build yourself up so high, only to get hurt and question yourself when you are beaten and knocked off of your high horse, something I plan on doing, even if it is just for three seconds this Sunday inside of the Chamber. I owe you one, Dylan. Now, I am not going to sit here and brown nose like Cole did, but you are a great wrestler. You have been a sort of breath of fresh air for the SCW. You are even more fresh than me and I created a buzz just when I signed. I outlasted you last month, but that was all fun and games compared to this go round. I am not going to bring in some roller skates and tampons. I am going to come at you if given the chance and I am going to let you know that I am your kryptonite Superman. You look at people like Cloudiee and myself and you think we are not worth your time. You pinned Cloudiee in the four way a few weeks back. You managed to get a BS win over me. You aren’t fooling anybody. You are afraid of a real fight. You will do whatever you can to get a win, especially if it means you don’t have to break a sweat. You are clearly out of your element. And that pretty face of yours is more than likely going to get torn to shreds if Jake Starr gets ahold of you.

And now onto you, Champ. Jake I respect you, but not as much as I respect someone like Cloudiee. I think it would be awesome for that she man to come into the Chamber and shock the world but outlasting all of us and win this damn thing and win the belt, to give it a name that can grow along with the rest of the division. Why do I not respect you as much? It has nothing to do with the chair attacks you spared me from, which I thank you for by the way. But I don’t respect you as much because you don’t respect the belt you hold or the division you lead. I would think that you would show more appreciation for the title, but instead you see it, as you saw the Underground title…you see it as a stepping stone. And to me, all of these little speeches you have given about how you are the division…it is all just talk. You want to make believers out of everyone, but the way I see it, if you were getting a shot at the World title, while holding the belt you have right now, the Adrenaline Championship would become an afterthought.

Just as the rest of the division has become an afterthought to you. You claim to be the division, but you’re not. You are one man. If you were all that existed in the realm of Adrenaline, then there would be no point in having a championship. I know that you are a hell of a wrestler. You will go down in history as one of the very best. There is no way I can deny that and I wouldn’t sit here and try to, but you have never been about making the SCW a better place. You have never cared about rebuilding a division and making it even better and stronger than before. You have always been about Jake Starr. With saying that, I am curious as to why you are giving Helms and Thorn such a hard time. They are just doing what you have been doing since signing with the company. They are doing what Greg Cherry has done a few times in his career, besides show signs of weight loss. You have only wanted a belt because it is the only thing that really makes you feel important. It has nothing to do with the fans cheering for you. It is all about wearing a belt and looking good. Way to go on that Collin Starr…I mean, Jake Cole…crap, I mean Jake Starr. It’s hard to tell you two apart sometimes. I greatly apologize, champ, I really do, but to sit back and listen to you preach about how you are the only person worthy enough to be the champion heading into the Elimination Chamber match makes me sick. It makes me sick thinking that someone who says that they are for the people lies to those same people, because deep down, behind the accomplishments and the smug grin, you think that you are above the SCW and everything that has been instilled in its history.

You talk about how in your first year you won the Chamber match when no one thought you could. What happened the next time you were in a match sort of similar to it? You were involved in a match I believe to be called the Tactical Warfare match, where you defended the SCW World Championship, where everyone thought you would win, and what happened? You walked out with nothing. Sure you had a win, but you weren’t champion. How is that for reality? You want to talk about reality? Then how about this, Jake? You are not some unbeatable wrestling machine. You are not the greatest nor are you the best. Somewhere out there, someone has your number. It may not be me, or anyone else involved in this match, but you can be beaten. You can be humbled, so until that is no longer a possibility, you need to…excuse my French…shut the fuck up and get over yourself. You are not a Social Misfit. You are Dylan Howell and Collin Cole, even if you claim to fight for the people who decide to cheer for you. You are not a true champion, because you think the only title that matters is the SCW World title. You talk like you have so much to prove, but you don’t. You are a two time World Champion and a two time Adrenaline Champion. You are a former Underground and Tag Team Champion. For that, you have my respect.

But you quickly lose it when you open your mouth and act like none of us in this match are worth two squirts of rabbit piss. Sure Howell and Collin are cocky pricks who need to get their asses kicked, but so do you, which means you have no right to talk any real smack about them. You are in the same boat as them, paddling along. Cloudiee shows heart every single time it enters the ring and you act like none of that matters. You act like you are God and the only thing that matters is you. Not the title…just you. Well, I am here to be your mask wearing wake up call, you egotistical fruitcake! Every single time you get to where it seems you are invincible and your ego becomes larger than the universe we float around in, someone like Dillusion comes in and beats you. You need to remember that every time you lace up your boots and pick up a steel chair. You need to remember that someone is waiting to give you what you deserve and that is a reality check.

I am not the division and neither are you, or Cloudiee or Cole or Miller or even Howell.

WE ARE THE DIVISION!

None of us care about the break up sob story between you and Helms and Thorn. They have nothing to do with this match. I am proud of you for standing up and saying that you don’t need anyone’s help to win a match or to fight any fight. That is awesome. I am sold, but quit trying to convince yourself. The way I see it though, champ is that the only way to truly sell that to anyone and everyone is for you to lose every thing and start from the bottom. As I told Bob Tomlinson in a very well written letter, I will gladly take the Adrenaline Championship from you this Sunday at Under Attack. I do not care if Howell suplexes me all over the Chamber. I do not care if Cole hits me with some really original moves. I do not care if Cloudiee tries to force feed me double stuffed Oreo cookies. I do not care if Miller beats me within an inch of my pathetic life and breaks every bone in my body. I do not care if you bash me in the mask with a steel chair. I am still going to keep coming. I will continue fighting because I want the Adrenaline Championship. I feel that I deserve it. I am not here to impress any of you or earn your respect. I am here to fight for the people who have done all that they can to make the Adrenaline division truly mean something.

I am here to restore balance to the division you have pissed all over Jake, with every single promo you mention the World title. I am here to win the belt for the fans who enjoy the Adrenaline Showcases and the thrills we put on display in the ring. I can pound my chest and cut some homosexual jokes that a 14 year old in high school would say to sound cool to kids younger than him, but that isn’t going to win the title. People want to think of me as a goofball. They want to see me as a joke, but I have proven since I made my debut that I can go toe to toe with anyone and everyone and make wrestling seem fun. I can also be serious and I am not here to intimidate any of you, but this is as serious as I get. The Adrenaline division needs a real champion. It needs someone who will view its belt as a belt more prestigious than the World title and I am that man.

I am the Chameleon, just in case you have forgotten.

How’s that for a bang?

- - - - - - - - -

The scene opens with Stanley Duncan packing his luggage, with a feeling that everything is going to work out for the best. He now has Detective Brad Russell backing him, giving him his full support. And while that sets his mind at ease for only a moment or two, Stanley cannot help but think of Claire and how bad he wants her back. He looks down at his cell phone, his “business line” as a text message is shown reading: One week. Stanley had asked his former boss how long he had to plan and execute. The text revealed his answer.

He wishes that he could go back and change everything. Stanley pictures himself just staring at the work of art he eventually stole for his mother, and instead of taking it, he sees himself leaving it. Stanley now wonders what life would have been like had he not taken it. He would love to talk to his father about it, but Stanley knows that right now isn’t the best of times, even if his old man is downstairs probably catching up on sports while sipping a cup of coffee, made the way Stanley’s mother used to make it. Stanley closes his phone and turns away from his luggage bag, only to have his eyes land on a photo of his Claire, smiling, standing next to a tree as the sun shined down upon her.

Stanley walks over and picks up the picture. He runs his fingers over the picture, telling himself that it is as close as he can be to the love of his life right now. And then, Stanley wonders when he gets her back…he wonders if she will want to stay with him still. Stanley closes his eyes, picturing her, as if she were with him right now, when the words escape his mouth, words that he himself cannot believe he is saying, “You would be a fool, Claire. You would be a fool…” Stanley then opens his eyes, only to see Fido standing behind him through the reflection in the glass of the picture frame.

Fido asks, “Do you really believe that mate?”

Stanley turns to face his friend, still holding the picture in his fingertips as he locks eyes with Fido and responds, “I don’t know man, I really don’t know…”

-FIN-

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First Class No More: DRIFTING FREELANCER

Chapter Thirteen: The Deal

Sunday, August 26th, 2012 in Sacramento, California around 5:00 P.M.

"A No Rope match, what are you thinking Collin," Samantha shouted at Collin behind her desk as Collin sat in the chair across from her with Kayla Daniels sitting next to her. Collin was sporting once again simple attire, a black t-shirt with blue jeans. Kayla had a similar type of attire on as well. Collin simply rolled his eyes as Samantha was yelling at him over his choice of wanting a No Ropes match with David Helms, hence the reason for this emergency meeting.

"Simple, I wanted a No Rope match and I got it," Collin replied sarcastically. t this point, he knew what drove Samantha crazy and given their recent tension over the last month, Collin wasn't hesitant of doing so.

"So you want to just throw away your career like that over some nonsensical, hazardous match?"

"Yeah Collin, I've never seen a No Rope match, but it sounds insane," Kayla chimed in.

"So you're taking her side eh?"

"Yes in this case I am Collin because this is beyond dangerous."

"And on top of that, you're playing into David Helms' game," Samantha stated. "Helms has made a reputation, a career out of matches like this. This type of match is like a walk in the park for him. you on the other hand, have never even been in a hardcore match let alone a match with no ropes."

"That's why I want the match," Collin sad once again with a sarcastic tone. Samantha and Kayla simply looked at him as if he was crazy. And they would have a case if they claimed such as thing. An idea for a No Ropes match has been in Collin's mind for three months now when Helms said he could chose any match he wanted too. Ever since Joss told him about a No Rope match he saw in Japan, the match itself has fascinated Collin. Almost to near obsession.

"Well please explain your logic because you have me baffled at the moment," Samantha replied.

"Well I figured the best way to beat David is to beat him at his own game. Yes I'm aware I have never been in matches like this and I understand how much of a disadvantage I'm facing here. But that's what I want. Perhaps I'm setting myself up for disaster for this is how I want it to be. Sometimes I get bored of going to traditional route. It's a drag. So, this match, No Ropes, is something that's beyond the status quo. It's an interesting yet dangerous concept and at this point I hate David Helms more than anyone I know. So this is only fitting for this to end like this." Samantha looks at Collin and then erupts in feint laughter. Collin and Kayla simply look on.

"So that's it huh," Samantha muttered. "This is some fucking big game to you! Is that it?"

"No. I'm as serious as a heart attack about this. It's just that I want to make things interesting for myself."

"Well in that case, you're going to fail again!" Collin simply looked at Samantha as she muttered those words. "Once again you're going the opposite of what I told you. I told you to play your game. make Helms adjust to YOU. You use to wrestle in high school. Use that! Despite his experience, Helms can't out wrestle you! I told you to use that! But no, you want to be cute and playing his fucking game! And for what? Some sick thrill? You need to get your head in track Collin."

"And you need to stop yelling at me," Collin replied with a calm, sarcastic tone. Kayla just watched as Samantha's face looked as if she was about to explode.

"Well maybe I wouldn't be yelling at you if you would I don't know, ACTUALLY LISTEN TO ME! Isn't it obvious that when you deviate from whatever I tell you that you never succeed? Take for example Rise to Greatness." Collin lets out a sigh and rolled his eyes. He knew what she was about to say next and quite frankly, Collin was getting tired of this. Tired of being perceived as nothing more but a child by Samantha.

"Here we go again," Collin muttered under this breath, this time in an annoyed tone of voice.

Here you are in your biggest match of your career and you chose to do it alone. Now of course, you had no experience of wrestling on such a big stage so that thought of you not wanting me there at ringside to give you pointers and guide you through the match was mind-boggling. But then you go out there and although your performance was impressive, once again you lost focus and you lost! You talked all of that talk about how you didn't need me however the end result of your match told a different story. You would think that you would have learned your lesson, butt hat you do such an irrational thing like this without my consent and you expect me to be fine by this? You are MY investment. I have a lot invested in you! I can't afford you to make rash decisions because it cost me money!"

"Ah so that's it. You only care about the money eh?"

"Yes I do. Take a look around Collin. I didn't built this overnight. This took years and years to build and now I am a powerful women. Successful as well and I refuse to have my clients jeopardize that."

"You know what, this whole attitude of yours, treating us like children is starting to wear thin on me."

"Collin," Kayla said but Collin ignored.

'No this has to be said. As you see, Kayla and I are fully capable of making decisions for ourselves. I mean after all, being human grants you that. We wanted you to be our manager to lend us your knowledge, not baby us and hold us by our hands!"

"Well need I remind the both of you that you've barely been in this business as long as I have. You two are not even over the age of 22. You two don't truly know what's best for you two." At this time, Collin grab a glass frame containing of a picture of Samantha and reached a vertical base with it in his hands.

"Especially in your case Collin given your track. You were a mess when I started managing you. And-" Just then, Collin threw the frame to the nearest wall, shattering it instantly. Both Samantha and Kayla jumped in shock as the looked at the broken glass on the floor. Collin had finally had enough.

"If I wasn't I would be some, as you said, mentally weak drunk?" Collin said now in a calm tone. He then looked at Samantha. "I am not going to do what you tell me to do anymore." Collin looks at Kayla one more time before heading for the door.

"What's that suppose to mean," Samantha shouted at him. However he didn't turn back around. "What's that suppose to mean? Answer me Collin!" Collin eventually opened the door and closed it behind him, now finding himself outside in the hallway. From there he grabbed his phone and check through his contacts before dialing the number. Katelyn Buelher's number. He now knew what he had to do.
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Later in the day round 8:00 P.M. in Las Vegas, Nevada

Collin found himself inside his father's owned hotel in the penthouse suite sitting Indian style on the floor. The irony of this was even though his father opened up this hotel back in April, he's only been in this place a handful of times. Perhaps a reflection of his relationship with his father. Regardless, lucky for him, being the son of the guy that ran the place had its advantages so he was granted the best suite in the hotel with no charge. Thing with Collin was that unlike a bunch of hot-shot young guys such as himself with a lot of money, his fortune didn't really mean that much to him compared to other things. Collin just felt that priding and putting stock in something that wouldn't follow him once he was dead was futile. And of course, he was a big believer of the Shakespeare quote, "Death is the ultimate equalizer. However for the occasion, this was needed. After his heated "meeting" with Samantha, he quickly flew back to Vegas and since have concocted a plan. A plan that would was pretty simple in concept and design. The only thing that could derail this plan was A, if the steps to the plan somehow didn't work and B, if the execution of the plan was botched. Collin however figured both A and B wouldn't happen since again, this was a simple plan.

So as Collin sat on the floor with the TV off, now sporting a purple dress shirt with a black tie and black tailor pants, he continued thinking. Soon, he heard a knock on his door and he twisted his head towards the door. She was finally here. Collin soon reached a vertical base and walked towards the door. He took a deep breath before slowly opening the door and there she was; Katelyn Buelher with a wide grin on her face. Collin simply looked at her with indifference before starching his hair a bit.

"You're finally here," Collin simply replied.

"Look at you dressing up all cute just for me," Katelyn stated. "I feel so special now."

"Yeah whatever.""Well, are you going to let me in?" Collin soon steps to the side, allowing Katelyn to enter the room. Collin then closes the door and turns back around to Katelyn, who's now sitting on the bed still with a smirk on her face. Collin puts his right hand in his pockets and his left on the back of his neck.

"This is a pretty fancy hotel," Katelyn stated. "Who knew all along you were Mr. Moneybags."

"Meh, that's a minor detail in the grand scheme of things Collin Cole."

"Whatever. If I had money like you do, I would be buying everything."

"A lot of people would. Guess that makes me abnormal in the world of the rich and shallow." Collin rubbed the back on his neck for a moment before looking back at her.

"So, why bring me here huh Collin?"

"What did you say to me before my match with David Helms?"

"That I would give you the world?"

"No not that."

"That I would make you a champion?"

"I'm not talking about that either."

"Oh I now. You're talking about when I said that if you make me happy, I would repay you the favor because if you're going for that, it's totally working." Collin let out a sigh. As tempting as that sounded, that wasn't what he was going for.

"No not even that. What I mean is you said something like you wanted to help me in a backstage type role of something along those lines right?"

"Oh yeah. Why?"

"Because I might take you on your offer." Katelyn smirked from ear to ear as Collin said that. Collin knew that in the long run, Katelyn was similar to Samantha. He had an inkling that all Katelyn wanted to do was attach herself to him and reap the benefits of someone who was rising in the wrestling world. He imagined in her eyes, she saw money signs with him. So Collin found it ironic that he was considering trading a shark for another shark. Guess in that sense he was bait. However despite that, Collin saw the bigger picture. He saw Katelyn and saw a chance to use her to his plans. He figured if this was going to be a parasitical relationship, the least he could to return the favor and perhaps for his survival, do the same.

"Ah I knew eventually you would. I have that effect on people."

"I need you to do something for me."

"Ooh is this like my first official job for you?"

"If you see it that way, fine."

"OK then so what do you want me to do."

"Nothing." Katelyn looked at Collin with a confused expression.

"So you want me to do nothing?"

"Yes."

"But how do you wan tot do something for you but yet you don't want me to do anything? That doesn't make any sense."

"It does if you hear me out. What I mean is right now I have a manager name Samantha Monroe that's a drag and at this point, she's expendable. She thinks she's like the ruler of the world and treats her clients as simple pawns. It's annoying. So I'm going to oust her in a way that would be ironic. That's here you come along. When I eventually get rid of her, I want you to be there and appear to be my new manager. To make her feel replaced. The same way I did to Alli when i brought Smantha in the first place. Hmph now thinking about Alli was right about her all along."

"So what you're saying is that when you kick this Samantha bitch to the curb, you want me to be there and intimidate her due how sexy I am and how she isn't on my level?" Collin in his head wanted to facepalm. Of course Katelyn would see this as another chance to increase her vanity. Collin expected that. Which made her perfect in this plan.

"Yeah sure let's go with that," Collin later replied.

"In that case, this will be easy. Trust me, when it comes to this type of this, I'm a pro. Seriously I made this fat girl cry at the mall the other week with one look. She wanted to be like me so much."

"You don't say. So, do we have a deal?" Collin soon extended his hand to Katelyn. Katelyn looked at it for a moment and then accepted.

"Yes. This is going to be the start of a beautiful partnership Collin."

"We'll see about that."
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The SCW cameras spotted Collin Cole once again inside his locker room this time sporting a black and red jacket with black pants. He makes sure he's facing the camera before speaking.

Collin: Jake Starr. The man of the hour. You know, because I know how much you love people saying your name or talking about you in general, I came to the conclusion that I should address you last. I mean I'm almost required to eh? I mean you're Jake Starr. You're the greatest thing God has ever crafted eh? Your words are so powerful, so impactful that they could be considered gospel and who knows, maybe one day they will write down all of your quotes in a bible and you could start your own religion. That would be something now wouldn't?

As you can probably tell by the tone of my voice Jake I'm being facetious. In no way should your words be considered gospel. It's a shame man. I want to respect you. I actually want to see you with high esteem. Especially considering what you've accomplished so far in your career. I mean you burst onto SCW three years ago and won the Adrenaline Championship you hold today. And still to this day, that reign is the longest Adrenaline Championship reign in history. You've gone on to win the World title, you were one half of the only team to beat Dark Fantasy for the Tag titles and you are a former Male Superstar of the year. I want to respect you Jake. I want to respect the position you're in. But yet I can't.

I don't respect you Jake. And no it's not because you hit me with a chair twice. I get you were trying to send some type of message to Titan Towers with your chair and given that I haven't been the only one that's been hit, only means that you didn't have it out for me and that if you didn't hit me, it would have been someone else. However right now the reason i can't respect you because you don't deserve it.

See the one thing I don't like is when people with this I'm the best complex whine and complain all the time. I mean Jake, you make it seem that just because SCW management doesn't give you a World title shot that it's a fucking crime. I don't know why you have this idea that they are trying to screw with you but the fact is you must realize is that there are other people that deserve a title shot before you do. Adam Allocoo, Jason Zero, Lucas Knight, Thorn, Shawn Cruze, Syren, all recent challengers for the World title deserve it a hell of a lot more than you do Jake. They've done more than you have. And besides, when you had the chance to earn a number one contendership at the beginning of the year but you couldn't beat Christy Matthews four times so you decided to hit her in the back with a chair. Perhaps a bit of foreshadowing to what you have become.

So now you're the "Chairman of the Board." Trust me, I get the pun and the intended inside joke. I'll give you credit where credit is due. It is a bit catchy. But what annoys me the most from you is what you're doing to the Adrenaline Championship. It would be one thing if you were doing this on your own accord, but the fact you're carrying the Adrenaline Championship down with you is alarming.

See I understand how obsessed you are about being the World Heavyweight Champion again. I mean even if I did somehow forget, I would easily remember because that's all you talk about. And that's the problem. Instead of talking about the title that you currently have in your possession, you instead make it seem irrelevant by not referring to it at all. I understand how you have this Pokemon, gotta catch em all complex but at the end of the day, you're not "resurrecting" the Adrenaline division like you said, you're further burying it.

Let's be honest, compare every other title situation to the Adrenaline division and you will see that the Adrenaline Championship is at the bottom when it comes to relevance. Think about it folks. The past few months, both the Underground division and the Women's division have been the talk of SCW. Foxx and Lohan are on their crusade,Regan wants to "pluck the bird" and Marina is trying to adjust to being a blonde one minute and then trying to compete in the Underground division the next out of revenge for Foxx Global's attacks of her. And somehow Blake Mason's involved in the whole thing. So now tomorrow night, we're going to have some stipulation laden match in which both titles could change not at the same time but they could change. That has people talking.

You look at the US division and your old buddy Thomas Valentine, who recently turned his back on you and all of these people, is standing as champion and whoever thought that it would be Adam Allocco would be the ones the fans want to kick Valentine's ass? And then of course you got the whole Interim World title business. You have all of that.

And then you have the Adrenaline Championship.

Barring this match tomorrow night, had anyone talked about the Adrenaline Championship the way they talk about the Underground Championship? The US championship? The World Championship? No they haven't Instead all they are talking about is you, the champion of the Adrenaline division, attacking people from behind with a chair in hopes of a World title shot.

Do you know how bad that makes the Adrenaline division? Do you know how much of a side note your actions have made this division? The reason this division hasn't been talked about as much is because of you and your negligence of it. This division is stagnant because of your neglect of the Adrenaline Championship.

And the worst part of you as championship is that you don't even care about it. I remember when you suddenly got "re-interested" in the Adrenaline division. it was after your failure in the Championship Series and odd enough, it was when Ryan Watson was champion. And you said it yourself. You didn't want the championship because you wanted it, you wanted to win the title because you were afraid Ryan Watson was going to break your title record that you hold so dearly.

And now that you are champion, you barely even mention it. Just imagine if you used your energy in your soliloquies of begging for a World title shot or not talking about what you've done in the past and instead promoted the Adrenaline Division? Just think of that for a moment. What if you talked about the Adrenaline Championship like you talk about the World title? I haven't heard you once say, "oh I'm going to raise the prestige of this title" or "I'm going to elevate this division that way people actually give a damn about it." I've heard none of them. All I have heard is a man who's just champion because he wants to appear important. You're prostituting the Adrenaline Championship for your own gain rather than defending it with honor and it needs to stop.

See I'm tired of it and after you hit me in the back with a chair, I decided to return the favor. As the saying goes, turnabout is fair play. So yes Jake, I am going into that Chamber looking for a fight. I'll looking to fight you, Chameleon, Cloudiee, Dylan, and David Miller in order to win the Adrenaline Championship because the bottom is this;

I want the Adrenaline Championship more than every single one of you in this Chamber.

Now I know that message may come across as cliche folks because that's what you expect someone challenging a title to say. But think about it like this. Go back to Apocalypse 2011 and go back and review what i said before going into that match. I said win lose or draw, I was going to start gunning for the Adrenaline Championship and I would do whatever I had too to eventually become Adrenaline Championship. See that? While all of you have been in and out in this division, I've been here this entire time! This entire thirteen months! For thirteen months I have wrestled everyone thrown at me and whether or not I win or I lose, that goal has still been with me. I haven't change it, I haven't deviated from it.

The Adrenaline division needs someone that actually cares about the championship. Someone who's actually going to bring prestige back into it. Someone who's going to defend this championship proudly. That's been the problem Jake. it's not just you. It's the others that have followed in your footsteps. The last person that carried that championship only held it to stick it to Mr. D and SCW management and you it as leverage. And the guy that held it before him was an arrogant douchebag who kept calling it the "Beautiful Reign". But at least with ASP, as much of an asshole he is, he actually gave a damn about the title he was holding, unlike you.

Tomorrow night, I will show up to the arena and I enter into the Chamber not afraid, not intimidated by the structure and size of it. Why should I be afraid? Especially considering last month I asked and competed in a No Ropes match, a match that is dangerous just like the one I'm going to be in tomorrow. And as far as the rest of you in this Chamber I know it's not going to be easy but at the same thing, I know I can beta every single one of you.

I'm not one of those guys that likes beating his chest and talking about how great he is, but I do feel the need to spew out these facts. Here's one. In thirteen months of my singles career, only four people have managed to beta me. Four. And three of them were former champions of champions at the time. Those four are Shawn Cruze, ASP, Shilo Valiant and David Helms. And guess what?

Neither of them are in this match.

Add that to the fact that I've already beaten two of the people in this Chamber and that being you miller and you Cloudiee. And Jake you want to talk about how I was unable to beat you in your our first match but you forget that you couldn't beat me either. Even though Thirteen spoiled the end of our match, you threw everything you had a at me and you couldn't put me away.

At Under Attack, tomorrow night inside the Adrenaline Death Chamber, I will walk into that man an unscathed man. And after the match, I may walk out a bloody, broken mess. But regardless of what happens to me, I will walk out the Adrenaline Champion. I will put my name with the other great Adrenaline Champions that have held that championship such as Jay Gold, Christian Savior, Ryan Watson, David Helms, the list goes on. I will make history and become the youngest Adrenaline Championship this time and after that, I'm going to be the one that finally makes this division matter. No more talking about being the Chairman of the Board. No more treating the title as if it's just a trophy. No one disrespecting the title. Tomorrow night, I will win the Adrenaline Championship and I will begin my goal of not only defending that championship with the pride and honor that it deserves, but I will begin the Refinance of the Adrenaline division.
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