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| Topic Started: Jun 24 2013, 05:51 PM (127 Views) | |
| Mr. D | Jun 24 2013, 05:51 PM Post #1 |
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Marina Trent vs. Collin Cole 3 RP limit Deadline: Noon EST July 4, 2013 |
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| Max Kane | Jul 4 2013, 03:39 AM Post #2 |
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Disclaimer: Finally I can start off the brand new story arc for Cole here. Brand new trilogy too.This arc will probably be just like the last one. Light hearten comedy and somewhat serious plot lines but still Good luck and Enjoy! DRIFTING FREELANCER: The Puzzle of Life Chapter One: Void Thursday, March 14th, 2013 in Las Vegas, Nevada around 10:00 A.M. “Wake up sleepy head,” a female voice called above Collin. Collin, who was still sleeping in in his bed, slowly began to open his eyes from his deep sleep. Collin opens them for a moment before closing them quickly. Above Collin in his bed was a woman with black hair with blonde streaks in her hair; who had her two knees on Collin’s chest and a wide smirk on her face. As Collin attempted to fall back into his sleep, the woman gently tap the head of Collin as if she was knocking on a door. Eventually, Collin once again opened his eyes and at that moment, he glazed up and saw the woman right above him. “Is this like your new way of waking me up in the morning,” Collin said to her with a faint sarcastic tone. The woman smiled and even laughed a bit. “Well if you continue to not get up when I do try to wake you, then yes Mr. J it will be a thing.” “Would said I was sleeping eh? You don’t know. Maybe I’ve just decided in my deep sleep that this is the end and that this is the way i want to go out. Right here, in my bed, looking up at you. Maybe that’s just how I want to go out of life eh?” ‘No Mr. J. The only way you’re dying is if I’m the person killing you hehehe.” “Ah is that so? Well in that case then you can do the honors then eh? So go ahead Siouxsie, purge me from this poison society with your wonderful wonders and spare me from having my soul being taken by those of this world,” Collin stated, once again in a sarcastic tone. “If you wish Mr J.” Siouxsie then makes a gun gesture with her hands and points her pointer finger on the forehead of Collin. “Bang! You’re dead Collin Cole hehehe!” “There. Satisfied?” “Yeahya partner.” Siouxsie smiled before leaning down and kissing Collin on the lips. “Now get up already!” “Fine, fine I relent. you win.” Siouxsie proceeds to then get off of Collin, allowing him to finally get up fro hsi bed and reach a vertical base. In Collin’s point of view, it was funny how the last four months of his life had played out. After one year of chasing Aubrey; trying his damnest to make up for the mistake he did that the was the driving force of the snowball that was the Aubrey saga, when he finally found her and told her how he felt, he envisioned a happy ending. Or at least he wanted to envision that even though in the back of his mind he knew that such things was unattainable. But still what was holding his sanity was hope. The misguided hope that all the trials and tribulations had a payoff. But they didn’t. And since then, Collin has felt a void slowly growing internally. in earnest, it started with Rufus finally retiring and going back home in Ireland to live out his dreams and enjoy the “autumn’s peak” of his life. Rufus had been there for Collin literally since his birth. From being the one to name him to constantly guiding Collin through the dark ages. He was the glue that kept things in perspective for Collin when he was struggling to maintain it. With Rufus gone, the house itself because empty. What makes it even worst was that the two closet people to Collin, Joss and Allison, finally moved out and found a place on their own. Despite constantly being the third wheel to which Collin self described as being “a drag”, in the end he issued the company of his two friends. They kept him grounded in a sense. And now they were gone. This void has resulted in Collin trying to do whatever he could to fill it; but yet most of his attempts has been futile. Right after the Aubrey saga concluded, Collin realized what he had with Siouxsie and decided that exploring things with her was the way to go. So much that right after Joss and Aubrey left, he asked Siouxsie to move in with hi two months after making their relationship official. Premature yes but Collin was desperate to fill this void. And yet despite how amazing and how enigmatic and fun Siouxsie was and how much chemistry and similarities the two had, for some reason, Collin just felt like it wasn’t enough. For some reason that he couldn’t explain. As Collin walked down his hallway he passed by the room that used to belong to Joss and Allison and he took a peak inside and saw the emptiness of the room barring the bed and the TV. Collin looked at the room and stroked his small beard that was slowly starting to grow on his face. He was once again settling with the reality that they were gone. He let out a sigh before walking out of the room and then slowly began his descant down the stairs.When Collin eventually reached the bottom, he found himself in his living room. “Oh look at this, young Collin managed to actually wake up before the crack of noon,” Collin heard his new butler named Rex say to him in the dining room. Rex was Rufus’ replacement and unlike Rufus, who was on the tail end of his sixties, Rex was about two decades younger. His physical appearance given the impression that he was in his late thirties-early forties when in actuality he was forty seven. He had black slicked back hair, a black beard and had a black tailor made suit dressed to the nines to match. “I wasn’t aware you were observing and studying my study habits now,” Collin muttered back. Since arriving at the home, Collin and Rex haven’t been the best of friends. It was the complete 180 from the father-son like relationship Collin had with Rufus. One of the reasons for that was the fact that Collin even still couldn’t accept Rex as the replacement for Rufus. It was unfair for Collin to treat Rex that way and deep down he knew he was somewhat wrong for it but at the same thing, it seemed that Rex wasn’t trying to force a close relationship with Collin. “Well your parents have entrusted me with the task of making sure I keep this house safe and civilized and that’s what I’m going to do.” Collin looks at Rex as Rex was talking. Rex didn’t care about making a bond with Collin; something Rufus made his trademark. For Rex, it was all about doing his job to the best of his abilities. Such things such as friendship meant little to nothing to him. “Ah you’re surprisingly a taskmaster for a replacement butler.” Rex laughed as Collin looked on with indifference. “Still clinging on on to the memory of your beloved former butler? Newsflash Collin, he’s gone. Forever. And now you’re stuck with me. Yes Rufus is a great man and I’m honored he chose me to be his replacement but he’s no longer a member of this household. So you can continue calling me a replacement butler but in reality I am the permanent butler and that will not change no matter if that’s that last thing you want.” “Well then I guess we can’t get always get what we want eh?” “Guys! Happy faces!” Siouxsie suddenly replied as she literally got in between the two, thus ending their verbal exchange. “Good morning to you too Siouxsie,” Rex said to Siouxsie in a somewhat condescending tone. Siouxsie smiled before skipping back into the dining room. “Anyways Collin I’m actually glad you’re up so I can tell you about the phone call I recieved earlier this morning for you,” Rex remarked. Collin raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?” “Indeed. Apparently a woman named Annabelle has found a home around this neighborhood and she wanted to let you know that she will be visiting over here next week to see you.” Collin looked at Rex with a somewhat stunned expression. “Annabelle’s coming over here next week,” Collin asked Rex again. Siouxsie at this point once again skipped into the room. “Who’s Annebelle,” she asked him. Collin turned and faced Siouxsie. “Annabelle’s my cousin on my mother’s side. She’s around the same age as me. I believe she’s a year older. Your classic elegant type woman here, just thankfully without the whole snobby thing. I haven’t seen her since freshman year in high school, which was almost eight years ago so this is news to me. And you said she’s moved into a condo around here Rex?’ “Preciously,” Rex replied to him. “Ooh I get to meet someone from your family? Sounds exciting,” Siouxsie said. Collin actually agreed. he was intrigued to see his cousin again. He wondered how much she’s changed from their last encounters as teenagers. Maybe she was a snob now. Maybe she became high maintence. All these possibilities about Annebelle made Collin generally intrigued for the first time in a while. Maybe his cousin’s arrival was what he needed to start repairing the void inside of him. Maybe. “Yeah it actually is Siouxsie. Whatever comes of it I’m sure will be interesting.’ “Cool. Now, let’s eat our breakfast. And no fighting between you two alright?” Siouxsie, while saying this, was pointing at both Rex and Collin. They both looked at her before looking back and each other. “No promises,” the two said in eerie unison. ______________________________________________________________________________ Hours later around 11:00 P.M. “I don’t know why but I feel a sense of dissatisfication with my life lately,” Collin said to his gang of friends while sitting down in a rapid bus. The usual cast was with him, Jase, Nick, Blake, Michelle and Chelsey. Tonight the gang was once again heading down to the Circuit with the intention of simply having fun. Upon hearing this, Jase, who was sitting next to him, rolled his green eyes and then ran a hand through his short blonde hair. “Oh come the fuck on already,” Jase responded. “Please tell me you’re not doing the whole “I’m always fucking bored” thing again? Shit that was so last year.’ “I hate to agree with the idiot but he brings a valid point,” Chelsey chimed in while standing up in front of them in her black leather jacket with black leather pants and her long black hair in a ponytail. “Seriously dude you have NO reason to be doing the whole doom and gloom shit anymore,” Nick, who was standing next to Chelsey, said to Collin. “I mean the whole lovey dovey Aubrey shit is done with, you have a smoking hot girlfriend that you get to bang whenever you want too. What can seriously be wrong now?” “You would think that eh,” Collin replied back before looking on with indifference. “In all seriousness, what’s bothering you now,” Michelle, who was sitting on the other side of Collin aside from Blake, questioned him. Collin just let out a sigh. “I don’t know. I seriously don’t know. it’s probably a faze that’s all. You all don’t have to worry about my well being like last year you know?” ‘Bullshit,” Jase muttered. “With your ass you never know when you can transform from normal Collin to I trapped myself in my room listening to My Chemical Romance while cutting myself and talking like a pathetic ass heartbroken love poet Collin. look man, we’re bros but if I ever have to endure that shit again, I’m shooting MY own head off. No offense by the way.” “Oh none taken,” Collin replied with sarcasm. Soon, Jase turns his head and spots someone in the aisle way that looked familiar to him. “Oh look who it is Nick,” Jase said towards his bets friends while tapping him on the shoulder. Eventually, he gets Nick’s attention and when Nick sees Jase pointing at the person in question, Nick smirked, “Oh shit it’s King Greasy,” Nick shouted. He later peaked his head and shouted, “KING GREASYYY!” “Nick what the hell are you doing yelling so loud,” Blake quickly said to Nick. “You want to get unwanted attention on you?” “Ah geez Blake stop being a buzzkill. Just relax; I’m not even going to be doing anything. I’m just going to have a friendly chat with King Greasy that’s all.” Once Nick finished saying what he had to say to Blake, he once again peaked his head. “Hey KING GREASY,” he shouted towards the person’s direction while everyone else in the bus stop was glaring at him. “Fuck you gringo,” Collin and the others heard the person respond as he slowly started walking towards the gang. His real name was Michael Velaquez but as Jase and Nick alluded to, in Collin’s inner circle, he was called King Greasy. The reason for such a nickname was because Michael was basically the perfect description for the “greaser” type look. With a black leather jacket with a white shirt underneath to go along with black skinny jeans and extremely greasy, slicked back black hair, Michael had no shame in his choice of attire. From the moment King Greasy started making appearances towards the usual hang out spots Collin and the rest of his friends did, there has been instant animosity between the two parties. King Greasy came from a Mexican bloodline of wealth, and he had no problem telling everyone did. Which generally drew annoyance from those that listened. “Hey no need to be snappy,” Jase said to him. “In other news, you’re looking as greasy as always. Word of advice, avoid stuff like fire, matches, gasoline, basically anything oil based because man if you get in contact with one of those things, it’s going to be ugly. Like tragic ugly.” Jase and Nick laughed as Collin simply observed the whole matter going down. “Ha ha ha laugh it up but at least the people around here don’t call me “Two Pump Chump”,” King Greasy responded towards Jase. Chelsey suddenly exploded with laughter as well as the rest of the bus as Jase looked a bit embarrassed. “Hey all of you shut your mouths,” Jase shouted as the laughter continued. “I think he may have won this round man,” Collin said towards Jase, who simply gritted his teeth. “Yeah and at least my documentations are actually LEGALIZED!” The people surrounding them, who quickly became spectators, ooh as King Greasy didn’t looked impressed. “Really,” he said to him. “That’s all you can offer? Typical racist jokes? You and the rest of your friends are just peasants.” “Yeah and you’re not special yourself hotshot,” Michelle snapped back at him. King Greasy just laughed with dusting off his jacket. “Oh great. One of the females of your little group is fighting your battles.” ‘Trust me King Greasy. she doesn’t need to fight our battles,” Nick muttered. “Unlike you who probably needs a maid to wipe your ass because your parents spoiled you so much that they forgot to potty train you.” “Do you dare talk ill about my family. I come from a family of success. Something none of you will ever understand.” “I know something we won’t understand,” Chelsey chimed in. “Why you feel the need to use your mother’s hair products to try to make everyone believe you’re cool.” “Haha words spoken from a woman that could use a few.” “Watch your tongue or I’ll rip it out of your mouth.” “Ooh fiesty. You know what, this is going to get us nowhere so here’s what I’m going to do. I hear you all like to street race right?” “That would be correct,” Collin spoke up. “Good. Well, I got a street racing team myself. So how about we put our monies where our mouths are. $1,000 dollars each. That’s what five of you will put on the line. And five of my guys will put up the same amount. Next week at that little race track you like to hang out by. We race then, winner takes all.” “We’ll take it,” Collin said immediately, not even letting the rest of his friends to even think about it. “Collin what the fuck you’re doing making a quick judgment like that,” Jase replied. Collin just looked at him as if a fire was lit inside of him. “i’m tried of this guy running his mouth so I figure we take him on his offer, beat him next week and take his money. You’re telling me after all the smack that you and Nick have talked to this man that you’re going to bail now?” “Well I didn’t say that.” “So what’s the problem then,” Collin said to Jase with a smirk on his face. Jase looked at Collin with a confused expression. However, Jase later turned his head and faced King Greasy. “OK King Greasy you’re on! Bring you and the rest of your Grease Pack next week and we’re embarrassed you so bad you’ll start using shampoo.” “Haha I doubt that gringo,” King Greasy before smirking. “Next week, you’ll be eating your words.” “Yeah we’ll see about that,” Collin replied back. King Greasy just laughed before walking away towards the back of the bus. Collin watches King Greasy walk away. “We’ll show him next week right,” Jase said to his friends. “Yup,” Nick replied. “Easiest money we’re ever going to make.” While this conversation was going on, Chelsey nudged Collin on the knee to get his attention. Collin later does look up at Chelsey. “Overzealous much back there,” Chelsey said to Collin with a sly smirk on her face. “That’s not your style Cole. “ “Yeah well these days I’m been looking to my find my style again. Or just find something that is.” ‘Well how about I help you with that.” Collin looks at Chelsey with a curious expression. Chelsey just looks back with a smirk. “I’m sure whatever you’re about to propose here is going to be interesting so what do you have up your sleeve?” “My great grandmother.” “Your grandmother?” “Yes Cole. My great grandmother Helena, who I’ve only seen a handful of times in my life, has six months to live because of some terminal illness. Anyways she’s rich and when I mean rich I’m talking about so rich she resides in her own person castle.” “Castle you say eh? Hmph interesting. Continue.” “Anyways thing is with Helena is that she’s going to leave behind this large amount of cash to all of her grandchildren for her will. Thing is she has many grandchildren. So because apparently she’s fond of games, she has told all of her granchildren including me about this scavenger hunt.” “Scavenger hunt?” “Yup. It’s like this. A scavenger hunt involving all of her children. Apparently, she’s hid away this fortune at a family hideout. Only thing is no one know where it’s at. That’s where the scavenger hunt comes in. First grandchild that goes through the necessary steps and locates where the hideout is gets all of it.” “So that’s just it? Winner takes all?” “Apparently Helena only wants one of her grandchildren to have all of her fortune.” “OK so how exactly will you find this place and where do I come into this whole equation eh?” “Well luckily Helena isn’t completely unfair. She’s going to leave hints every now and then for whoever dares to tale her up on her offer. Where you come is simple. I need you to help me out. i want that fortune Cole. I know I got my trust fund from my family to lean on but still Collin, this is something I can’t pass up; and with your help, you can help me decode all of the hints, all of the tricks Helena has under her sleeve. With your help Cole, you can help me win a fortune. Plus maybe in the process it’ll cure your boredom for a while. That way we don’t have to hear you zip about it all the time. So, what do you say Cole? Are you in? You would be a fool to pass this up. ” Collin looks at Chelsey for a few moments and lets her offer sink in. He ponders about for a few more seconds before he turns and smirks at Chelsey. “I’m in,” he says to her. “Sounds like an adventure. I can use one of those right now. So yes Chels, I will assist you.” “I figured you would Cole. The hunt’s going to start real soon so when it does, stay close to your phone at all times that way when this thing gets going, you’ll be ready for it.” “Gotchya.” Collin laughs to himself for a few seconds before running a hand through his short black hair. The risks he was willing to take just to satisfy his lack of excitement was pretty high for Collin. But he didn’t care. he just wanted to live and no matter whether he was dealing with personal demons or not, he’s always had a problem with doing such thing. Maybe this was it. Maybe this was the beginning of filling that void that at this moment looked impossible to close. ______________________________________________________________________________ The SCW cameras spot Collin Cole inside his locker room with his girlfriend Siouxsie Blade sporting a long sleeve black t-shirt with blue jeans. Siouxsie was sporting a long black t-shirt herself with white skulls in the front and this was matched with a black and green skirt on the bottom. Collin and Siouxsie look at the camera and Collin looks down at the ground. In the possession of Siouxsie is the gold briefcase that Collin acquired from Johnny Dollar Collin: You know two thousand and thirteen hasn’t been the best year for Collin Cole. Ha yeah that’s a big understatement. In fact if you look at what I’ve done this year you would say that it’s been a bad year. And that’s fair. After the dizzy highs of two thousand and twelve. I won matches, I rose up the ladder, I wrestled at Rise to Greatness, I went the distance in an Adrenaline Chamber match sporting a crimson mask, I took on the the biggest, the toughest, the best wrestlers in this company. David Helms, Jake Starr, Shilo Valiant, Greg Cherry, I fought them all. And I matched them all punch for punch, kick for kick, counter punch after counter punch. I fought them all. And I lost some yeah but I won some too and last year I made everyone realize that Collin Cole isn’t just a kid with “potential” but a kid that can fight and face and match up against the best in this company. Now that seems like centuries ago, The complete opposite has happened to me this year. I have no momentum. I’ve lost more matches this year than I did last year. All of the good will, all of the promise, all of the great things that I accomplished last year has now become a distant memory. All of it. Now I can make every excuse in the book if I chose to. I could say that I just have a horrible case of bad luck or all of my defeats have been nothing but a fluke. I’m pretty sure you all expect me to do this since I’m aware of how unpopular I am amongst the SCW universe. Eh it is what it is. But I’m not going to do that. Nah I’ve never made excuses then and I’ not doing it now. I’m better than that. See I understand that I’m going to fall and unlike my friend Kelcey Wallace, I don’t go around here boasting that I’m perfect. Nope she’ll disagree but perfection is unattainable. But even still that’s the thing. Now I find myself in the middle of the pack; lost in the shuffle. Last year I was riding high, I was set towards superstardom. I was on the brink. This close. And now it’s so far away. At this moment last year I didn’t have to worry about making the Rise to greatness show. Now, I may not even be on it. It’s funny how a year changes things folks. But this isn’t the end. this isn’t the end of the Collin Cole story. Nah right now I’m not in a great position. Right now I’m not in the position I was last year but this people is all temporary, This slump that I’m currently in isn’t permanent. The Collin Cole of last year wasn’t a facade. It wasn’t a fad. That Collin Cole you saw last year is the real Collin Cole. it’s just that right now I’m in a rut. But this is what I needed. See I’m a big believer in turning negatives into positives and right now I’m looking at this as the best thing that could happen to me. This dry spell has been nothing more than a lesson that I’ve needed to learn. I’ve tasted success and now I’ve tasted agony and now that I know how both feels like, now I know what I need to do in order to elevate myself to the heights I know I can reach. Because when I do get out of this rut, when I do finally get the momentum back swinging my way, I’m going to be even better than I was last year but most importantly, I’m going to smarter, wiser than I was last year. And that combined will equal a better Collin Cole; a Collin Cole that will once again prove himself that he can contend with the greats. Siouxsie chuckles as Collin looks at the camera with indifference. Collin: So what better time to start my re-ascendence, my personal road to Rise to Greatness than in three days at Supreme Saturday. My debut on SCW’s new show and I got the United States Champion Marina Trent on tap. This is what I need. This is the perfect opponent in so many ways. Marina Trent, a champion, someone who’s has risen and has become a mainstay, a fixture on SCW programming. The only woman that actually pinned and defeated Syren to end her Women’s title reign Marina Trent you are the perfect opponent for me o turn around my fortunes. Now Marina, it’s no secret that you have something that I want. Something that I’ve actually been so close to actually attaining for myself at one point and that’s your United States Championship. Now I know Devon Kayl has already laid down a challenge to that belt of yours and I know how with him being a former Star of Tomorrow winner and you being the last Star of Tomorrow winner you want to prove to him that you are the superior wrestle. However like Siouxsie told him shortly after that, he’s not the only one you need to worry about. And I know you got a big match against Syren on the next Breakdown and knowing your history with her I’m sure you are already picturing defeating your most bitter rival. But Saturday night, you need to worry about me. And I’m pretty sure that you will. Knowing how focus you are Marina I expect nothing but your best against me. You’re a champion. It’s what comes with the territory. But back to Kayl he said something to me shortly after I told him about my interest of your title Marina. He told me to earn it. Earn the right to become the number one contender for your championship belt and quite frankly Kayl didn’t have to remind me. See what he is unaware of is that for twenty five months I have earned everything I’ve achieved. Every inch. Every mile I have earned on my merit. But he’s right Marina. I do have to earn my stake, my claim to your championship belt and thus this makes this a must win for me. See Marina you may just see this as a match, a non title match that is, but for me this is the catalyst. The catalyst for my comeback. The stakes are oh so high for me. By beating you, I instantly get in the conversation for your next contender for your US belt. A win over you puts me in the thick of things. Marina, beating you would put me back on the map. Back on the radar where I want to be. But you know something Marina, despite me being the one that has to prove the most in this match, despite you being the champion and I being the one hoping to eventually become the number one contender, I have the advantage in this match. That’s a paradox isn’t it Marina? Irony even. Me having the advantage is this singles encounter but remember something Marina. I’ve beaten you before. Do you remember the Breakdown after Retribution 2012? I do since well it’s not hard to remember wearing a facemask to protect your face after getting knocked out the week prior to that in a match in which we were actually partners and you left me high and dry. Kinda hard to forget an event like that. Regardless on that following Breakdown Marina I went out there, not 100%, not in the best mindset and I beat you while sporting an uncomfortable plastic facemask on my face. Even with all of those deficiencies I managed to beat you decisively. There was no doubt on that day who was the better wrestler between us. Siouxsie smirks as Collin looks on. Collin: You know, it’s funny looking back at that match and looking at where we went from there. I went on to establish myself as someone than could “hang” with the best and you, well, you went on and went on a tear. You won the Women’s title. Even held it for the majority of the year. You won the Fan Vote at the End of the Year to get a World Title shot. You won the Star of Tomorrow award, which no offense I still to this day feel like I was robbed out of. Surely yes last year you had a great year but no one rose up the ladder as far as I did. Look at where I started in the beginning of 2012 and then look at where I ended in 2012 and you will see the same thing. But last year is last year. This is about now. Our paths have now crossed again and in three days Marina, we’re going to collide again. Supreme Saturday, you and I face off yet again but even though the stakes have changed in this match from the last time we wrestled Marina the fact remains the same. I know I can beat you. See that’s the thing that you can’t say Marina. Sure you’re currently a champion and sure holding that title on your shoulders probably makes you feel confident that you can beat me but you can’t honestly say that you can. You can only assume. I don’t have to assume because I have done it. I know what it takes to beat you. I knows your strengths. I know your weaknesses Marina and I know what it will take for me to beat you. I know how far I have to reach down to put you down. And that’s where this becomes a bit more interesting. See throughout the match you’re going to be trying to find the combination needed to crack the code known as Collin Cole. You’re going to try to find anything you can in order to beat me. All I have to do is simply do what I did the last time we faced off and I will be in the driving seat. Power Marina. I have both the power and the control in this matchup and that is the two most deadliest things I can have. Without power and control Marina you can’t dictate what could happen when we face off at Supreme Saturday. You can’t control the pace nor the style of match you want because you still don’t know what it takes to beat me. Like a blind mice looking for cheese in a maze full of darkness you’re simply going to be testing theories until hopefully in your case, you find the right one. The one that will lead to you defeating me. But that’s not going to happen Marina. That can’t happen in my eyes. In my perspective, our match can not result in you beating me. This is about Rise to Greatness. This is about the United States Championship that you proudly hold in your possession. This is about everything for me right now. I lose to you Marina and I stay in the stalemate position I’ve been in all year long. If I lose to you, I may lose the final opportunity I have to make it to Rise to Greatness. Most importantly if i lose to you, I take more steps back towards your United States Champion. You can say I’m desperate Marina. You can make an arguable argument that I desperately want to beat you. And you can say that. Who knows perhaps you may have a point. But I don’t see it that way. I see it as a can’t lose chance for me to get back on my feet and back to the limelight. You want to know why I’ve kept this briefcase for so long Marina? Siouxsie showcases the gold briefcase to the camera. Collin: It’s not because of show. It’s not because I want to showcase this thing to the world. It’s symbolic actually. Symbolic of the wake up call that I’ve needed. This represents the extra motivation that I need. Johnny Dollar may just be a shock writier. He may just beat a bias writer who spouts of his opinions just to be buzzworthy. He may just be a hypocrite for questioning my heart, my integrity when even his short term wrestling stint here last year was a failure, but he was right about one thing Marina. It’s really dawned upon me that I am the most honest man in wrestling. Ha how ironic of that? Honestly in wrestling is two words that don’t match but when it comes to me it fits. See lately I’ve noticed a few trends going around the SCW halls. Everyone now wants to be something now. Everyone wants to sleep with each other. Everyone wants to represent something.They want to represent their own agendas. You got Pinnacle who want to prove to everyone that they are the best in this company. You got the IWC that wants to wreck havoc and create anarchy all in the name of their defunct former company. You got the Perfect World who wants to believe that they are flawless in every sense of the word. Cardinal Sin is running around trying to flex their menace, flex their violent tendencies for their own personal gain. And then there’s you Marina. Clinging on to whatever’s left of Shilo Valiant’s entertainment. Despite his inability to mutter one word due to his untimely burning of his face a year ago, you are now his mouthpiece and you are trying your hardest to keep his entertainment alive while in the process continue to represent yourself as the Black Swan. Well to use a moniker Johnny Dollar called me here Marina, you may be a Black Swan but I am the Bird of Prey. It’s a moniker Dollar gave to me and the way he put and explained actually made me sit back and realize that he was right. I’m not trying to be like anything I’m not. I’m not trying to be cool or edgy or perfect or the best. I have no agenda other than my own and that Marina is simply proving myself that despite being the youngest man or woman in this company that I am capable of becoming one of the best. That’s my only agenda. Not desperately trying to make the masses believe that this ideal of entertainment is still alive and desperately not shoving an ideal down everyone’s throats with the attempt of wanting everyone to accept it as the truth. I have been patiently waiting for a night like Saturday night Marina. A chance for me to recapture those dizzy highs of last year and trust me Marina, I will not let this opportunity slip through my fingers. I’ve done my fair share of doing so for all of two thousand and thirteen. Not this time. Not when the stakes are this high. You may be the Black Swan Marina but as the Bird of Prey, Saturday night, I’m going to swoop down, take this opportunity and run with it. Some birds aren’t meant to be caged and after Saturday night, this one is finally going to soar for the first time in a long time. Collin looks at the camera with a focused expression as Siouxsie smirks. The camera fades to black. ______________________________________________________________________________ The Next Morning around 9;00 A.M. “Hello,” Collin said to his cell phone as currently he was on the phone with someone that he just called. Siouxsie was still in bed and Collin was sitting up in bed while having the phone closely by his ear. “Collin,” a male voice replied. Collin replied. “It’s been a while Rufus. Four months to be exact.” Collin heard Rufus laugh in the phone. “Indeed it has. How has everything been?” “You know the usual.” “Ah I see. How about Joss and Allison? What about Rex? How are you bonding with my replacement?” Collin took a moment to gather his thoughts. “Well that’s kinda why I called you. See right now, I should be happy. I should be content with my life but yet for some strange reason I just don’t feel that way. Ever since the whole Aubrey thing ended, I’ve felt this feeling of emptiness that I can’t explain. It hasn’t helped with Rex moving in and Joss and Allison and you moving out. I just, can’t really understand this and I figured maybe you could.” “Ah I see. The feeling of lost is quite the interesting feeling. As humans we become creatures of habit. If something becomes a fixture in our lives, a constant thing, you become accustomed to it. And we don’t really understand just how much of a fixture that are until they’re gone. When they’re gone, a big, empty hole forms in your soul. One you know that can’t be repaired unless it’s done by those you care about. Collin, when you lose something as important as friends leaving your home or love dying out, it takes a while to readjust and re-adapt from those losses.” “But I don’t think that fully gets it though. I know that Joss and Alli leaving was inevitable and I’ve moved on from Aubrey with Siouxsie. I just still feel empty.” “Hmph I think I know what you’re going through here. You’re wondering why you feel empty. Why you feel unsatisfied. Well that’s it. For the first time in a while you don’t have to worry about being whether or not your love is requited or fighting personal demons like alcohol or even issues with your father. You’re used to tragedy Collin and now that all the tragedy, all the heartache, all of the problems that plagued your soul is now gone. You’re so used to it that you can’t see that for the first time in your life Collin, you’ll actually just fine. But yet life is never that simple. Even when you have all that you need, you still need something more in order to find happiness.” “And how do I do that eh?” “Well Collin that is the fun in this puzzle called Life.” Collin laughed at Rufus’ reference. But Collin mulled over Rufus’ words and realized that he had a point. That was the whole point of life. Living life while in the process looking for the ‘pieces” to complete one’s personal “puzzle.” It wasn’t an easy thing to do, but something that if completed would have the ultimate payoff. Collin had never thought about one day being done with his puzzle but he knew that if he made it that far, it would have been a journey well spent. “Well said Rufus. Well said.” |
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| Marina Trent | Jul 4 2013, 10:57 AM Post #3 |
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[align=center] --The Man Who Laughs-- [/align] _____________________________________________ It required a few seconds more before I could gather my thoughts around the incredulous concept. And endless more to respond. Whether it was a minute or no, there was little knowing--I couldn’t power my thinking to meditate upon that, I was struck. Still and perpetually aghast. I was sure my features were almost comical. Time, time; only thirty or so minutes ago I had been perusing through a new text I’d acquired, which explored ideas surrounding movement and strength derived from resistance. It was intriguing and I filtered as much as was usable into the back of my mind to consider later. Turning the page lightly with my index finger, I turned my head to take a bite of my lunch. The morning--the last few days had been quiet. In part, it was comfortable change, but there was much of me that missed my love and the daughter who had seemed to have found her own. It had given me a lot to muse upon, considering how much she had communicated with so little. Her honesty had been prevalent, though and I believed she was acting true to her heart. Over the last few days, I’d questioned my championing of her visiting our old home to seek out Rameses, but knowing Shilo was with her quelled my doubts. Such thoughts only lead me to think of him in the way of wondering how he was coping being back there with familiar faces and that environment. It was his first home and the mere fact that we had outgrown it and moved on from the anarchy of its being, brought me to wonder how much he truly missed it. If he did and what returning there meant in effect for him. Would he wish to remain? The binary sensation of strain and relief in recalling my past self - my true self - my perspective of certain things was less challenged by false notions and ideas. Although I believed I could not conjure that which I did not believe or no less think, there were aspects of how I conducted myself or thought as a result of losing memory of whom I was in reference to my life within the Kings of Shadows. It was strange, almost, after living with what seemed the personalities of two somewhat conflicting persons - or at least, their beliefs and “truths” - I was once again whole. Given Shilo was with me. It wrought a despair to be so conscious of his absence when I had only recently resumed my being, all completely, Marina Trent. In every sense and mind. I could not excuse him for doing as he needed, though, and for standing and acting as he so rightly saw to do. In all my capacity, I willed to support who he was and what he chose to do, within reason. After his experience in the Garden and the horrible events that took place affecting Rameses, it could not be argued that he needed to go and commune their. At least to reassure that not only he but the rest of the Kings of Shadows was well. For why not? They were our friends. Our compatriots and people who had also suffered either by Spider or by the terror that had been brought on by the war. A war, of which, had undisputedly been left in the unknown. My skull pounded at the thought and turned another page, even though the words had now become a blur and my concentration was lost internally. The moment I closed the text to lift off the couch and move to the kitchen, the front door opened. I jumped and swore, nearly dropping my empty plate, even as Shilo bounded through. So much for tact. I grasped consciously at the plate to ensure I didn’t drop it, for at this moment I was far too relieved to see my love return to move yet to the kitchen. A stretch of a second later, Gwynplaine was rushing through the front door as well. The first thing that occurred to me was not quite the look upon their faces, or the swiftness of their entrance, but the most palpable tension that resonated between them. It began to seep into my being and instantly, I took a step in the direction of the kitchen. I could not be holding delicate china if what I sensed and speculated to be the case were true. Shilo Marina?! Moving out from the kitchen quickly, I anticipated more in the way of a kiss and embrace but was met with that which left me perplexed. Shilo You sort this out. Marina Hello to you, too. He paced. Furiously. Gwynplaine stood against the front door and I glanced to her as if in silent inquiry, but she refused my gaze. Shilo I am not having any part in this. And since you were the one that condoned her coming with me, it’s on you to sort it out. Flaring more with frustration than anger, I retaliated. The matter now was, I was worried and that combined with having being left in the dark, especially after their absence and no word for these last few days, I wasn’t going to submit to his sudden hostility. Marina And what, pray, is it that I am meant to sort out? He pointed at Gwynplaine, without looking at her. Shilo You tell her. Looking to my daughter, I sought for some clarification and in that time, Shilo disappeared into the master bedroom. The silence left after the door closed hard behind him only awoke me to the sudden pounding in my skull that had finally taken purchase there for good. If it were vain of me to take a few moments to gather my senses and quell the tirade of emotions that had risen so furiously and swiftly within me, I would not apologise for it. The tension within the room had not left with Shilo and it required far more energy that I would have liked to exercise just to suppress what hurt and frustration I felt about the situation. Of which I still had no idea of its cause. I could only suspect, though. Marina Gwynplaine, please move away from the door. Come sit down. It was distressing to see her so quiet and apparently turned inwards. It was a state in which reminded me all too strongly of when I discovered her in that dark alley years ago. A memory such as that, while a predecessor to so much happiness and joy, was still painful to recall. Particularly when it seemed so fresh after remembering the full extent of who I was--who I am. Marina Come sit, dear one. Finally and with some relief on my part, she shuffled over to where I had positioned myself on the couch. I tried to exhibit a relaxed form, to make her feel more so in kind, but she sat with a stiffness that led to more questions than answers. Marina Gwynplaine, I need you to be honest with me. Your father has conducted himself less than amicably and while he has put it on you to tell me, I trust he has a reason. Her hands picked at a fraying piece of cotton at the edge of her shorts and it was enough to compel me to reach out and take her hand in mine, pulling her focus centrally between us. Marina Gwyn? Gwynplaine You’ll get angry. Marina And how do you know that? Gwynplaine He did. Although I know she was being evasive, I humoured her. Marina And who is “he”? Gwynplaine You know... Marina Nope. Gwynplaine Dad. Marina Right. And why do you think I’ll be angry? Gwynplaine He- Marina Your father. Gwynplaine Would you stop with the English lessons? Dad, he got angry, fine? Marina That’s better. Now, for one; hello. Two; I’m glad you’re both safe. Three; I’m not your father and I would like to get to the bottom of this. So... Gwynplaine I’m sorry. Gently, I squeezed her hand in mine. Marina You don’t need to apologise. I just want to understand what has happened. Gwynplaine Nothing happened- Marina Now, is that true? She shrugged and a slight frown formed at her forehead. Gwynplaine Well, no--yes. I don’t know. I just never should have told Dad. Marina Dear one, I wish I could read your mind, but I cannot. What shouldn’t you have told your father? Gwynplaine Rameses... he asked me to be his in Solgema. A beat passed and yet, only thirty minutes ago, I had been perusing a book and measuring my time with the pass of every page as I enjoyed my mid-afternoon lunch. An aghast breath expels from me and here now, my features most certainly exhibit my incredulousness. Never mind a beat, it does take endless seconds to respond. Gwynplaine Mom? Marina Hmm? Sorry, just- Gwynplaine No, it’s fine. Dad did that, too. Didn’t talk all the way home and then, well... you saw. As soon as he stormed through the door, he was all... Her hand escaped mine and she shuffled back to position at the opposite end of the couch, hiking her legs up to hug them to her chest. Marina Feet off the couch! She sighed and toed off her shoes before repositioning. The exclamation had been spurred by my auto-pilot, since the rest of me was occupied with seeing the possibility of what Gwynplaine had shared. It was strange--unreal. I couldn’t quite conceive it. A large part of me, admittedly only to myself, was angry. But why? I did not immediately see the rationale behind feeling irate about Rameses asking my daughter to commit to the act. I was more concerned with... concerned with... Marina And what did you say? Gwynplaine Huh? I had stumped. She looked directly to me and I her. Marina What did you say? To Rameses? As my question formed in her mind, a blush spelled across her cheeks, enough to calm my thoughts to look objectively at this. In the same way I did when we had spoken over the phone, concerning her visiting the boy. Gwynplaine I said... I love him. Marina And? Gwynplaine He said he loves me... We agreed it is something we both want. Marina I understand. You both need to agree to it, equally. It is a partnership. A partnership of the highest order. Gwynplaine We want that. Marina Do you know what it means beyond that though, dear one? She frowned slightly before answering, apparently calmed. I was glad, for it calmed me also to know she was comfortable enough to speak openly and honestly. Gwynplaine It means together--being together. Forever? Marina Yes, in some terms. More than that though, it means you are pledging to struggle, survive and support each other in ways that others don’t necessarily promise to do. Or carry out to do. It is a very big ask. Gwynplaine But you and Dad- Marina Your father and I chose to perform Solgema after many years together. We were mated for a long time before that, Gwyn. She bit her lip and looked to me worriedly. Gwynplaine So... Marina No, I’m not angry with you. Give your father time, though. And more importantly, I want you to be happy. But I feel as if it is very easy for you to mistaken true happiness and love with the act of Solgema. It is just a representation of what already exists, dear one. It doesn’t create a greater love or a more secure happiness. And it certainly doesn’t ensure “forever.” Gwynplaine listened with a gaze that reminded me so much of how youthful she still was. It stirred me to stand. Before I turned to leave, I gently reached out and brushed away a loose strand that had fallen from her ponytail and onto her pale cheek. Marina You must realise those things together, if you truly love each other. Make them a reality, without the need of ceremony. Discover your own path, as mates... together. Because that, dear one, is the greatest experience you will have, in love. Smiling gently at Gwynplaine, I turned away with a knowing calm that she would consider this. She was level-headed and more than that, she was my daughter; a woman who saw outside herself and more deeply within others. For now, I headed to the master bedroom to consult my own mate, my partner in Solgema - a beast of a thousand faces. ___________________________ Time shifts; stirs and makes it cursive mark through our days. Whatever machinations erect in the instant, we bring innovation - new tidings. Blessed tidings. May Time itself herald this day. We take these tidings unto ourself to find the power of the voice--the act. These, with which come from the voice and at the hand of your United States Champion. In these moments, wherein the roar of the arena spells another night of anarchy and for some, tried entertainment, I want to exchange some word to the world of international wrestling. Changes come and changes go. It is with these shifts that we see creation made and made a reality. Like all forms of evolution, though, we contain much of what came before us. The essence of matter or energy from that which preceded our presence, we must honour. Regardless of how the transformation came, we shall honour what worth was provided - the entertainment that was shared under the gaze of millions. A lot can be done with a million. Much can be achieved with a million. In light of this, I question outwards here tonight: when is one million not enough? When is the sum of that amount, not substantial enough to prove a benefit - to anyone, in any profession. Tonight, I rival the answer to this inquiry and will exhibit to you what truly isn’t enough of benefit when you are given one million dollars. Despite this very generous grant, Cole, you have failed to prove what Mr. Dollar spoke of your worth. I understand that though, for I am extremely familiar with the taste of loss. You though, I must convey, were given a very... very gracious chance to assist in your endeavor here within the federation. Unfortunate to say, the Bird of Prey continues to betray this benefit. You prove to show that money cannot buy you everything. Which begs to question, where and in what reality you feel you have the expenses - pun not necessarily intended - or the honour to challenge me. For in my instance, I am now in a position to moderate the honour I, for one, behold. This Championship is more than you could ever realise. In my mind, it is more than you are worth. It is far more worth than the one million you wasted. For I do not entertain those who look for shortcuts, for those who seek a more chanced way to glory... it is never going to work that way. It never has and in my mediation, it never will. It may take a second to become the Paragon Falcon, but it takes so much more to evolve from that. For I, as the Black Swan did not become who I am overnight. You will struggle and fail many more times before you have your chance again. Regardless of whatever benefits that may be thrown your way, you must understand the precedence of what this title means--what it owes. What I owe. I owe much to it... A brother, in Savior. A love... in Shilo Valiant. All this needs to be symbolised and I am now, tonight beginning, taking it upon myself to ensure this ideal is kept alive and whole. To challenge competitors who honour what it means to entertain, to wrestle - without drama, without interference. With refinement and finesse. With spectacle and passion. And at Rise to Greatness, this won’t be any different. For it is where I thrive--where I have thrived before. And I will again. Until you realise this, Cole, you will continue to fail. A million times more. ____________________________________________ |
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