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| Matt Auclair vs. Amy Chastaine | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 19 2015, 12:40 AM (79 Views) | |
| Team Desire | Oct 19 2015, 12:40 AM Post #1 |
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Matt Auclair vs. Amy Chastaine Matt Auclair cant be happy about losing his Underground Championship. Hell get an opportunity to take out some of that anger. However, hell be facing Amy Chastaine who nearly walked away the Adrenaline Champion at Under Attack. Chastaine has proven to be one of the up and comers in SCW, whereas Matt Auclair is the Star of Tomorrow. Both are seen as potential future main eventers and were going to find out what theyve got in each other on Breakdown. NOTE ABOUT THE SHOW: The show will be taped on Wednesday, but broadcast Friday night. So please consider that for any tweeting. We have been pre-empted for MLB Baseball Playoffs. 2 RP Limit per match Deadline: Noon EST Thursday, October 22, 2015 |
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| HardyGirl | Oct 22 2015, 05:19 AM Post #2 |
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OOC: Kara Abheri/Kyle Burnside appear with handler permission. -------------------------------------- [align=center]{{Sunday, October 11th San Jose, CA after Under Attack}}[/align] The door to the hotel room flings open, and Amy bursts through it, and flings her gear bag in the general direction of the dresser. She sits on the edge of the bed, and leans over, her head in her hands, hair hanging down over her face. She's tired, she has a headache, and she's frustrated. Andy comes in behind her, shutting the door. He picks up her bag and puts it on the dresser, out of the way. Amy is clearly having a moment. After her match was over, she'd stormed to the back, into the locker room, and sat in silence until it was time to leave. As she made her way to the locker room, a few people backstage had congratulated her on a great performance. 'You left it all out there.' 'You should be proud of that match.' 'You weren't pinned, Red didn't beat you.' 'You looked fantastic, you'll get another shot, don't worry.' But all Amy could hear between the lines was '...but you just weren't good enough. Not fast enough.' She'd thanked them all, walked down the hallway with her head held high, knowing rationally that they were all right, she'd done everything in her power to walk out with that title, including a modified version of her BlackOut that she had never done before, dropping Stacy Kissinger on her head from up on the top rope. She had been so sure that was it. She heard the ref's hand hit the mat for the third time... not realizing the hand on her leg pulling her backwards until it was too late. The break of the count had been so close that the ref couldn't stop the momentum of his hand. She didn't even have time to react as she was pulled out of the ring, hitting her head on the floor the cause of her lingering headache. She'd let none of the well-meaning people backstage see just how upset and angry she was. She didn't want them to see her feeling like anything less than the competitor they all told her she was. But here in the privacy of her hotel room, she could let her frustration out however she wanted. She chooses to do that by flinging herself backwards on the bed, her hair flipping backwards in a red wave, and lets out an angry sound that's a half scream, half growl, her hands over her face. Andy sits on the bed next to her, placing his hand on her knee. You okay? Amy sits up, propping herself up with one hand, the other in the air, her fingers in a pinching gesture, about a half inch apart. That close. That fucking close! She sighs, and rubs her face, not having calmed much. I know. You were amazing. But, that's why Red's the champion. She- Who's side are you on? Amy gives him a sideways glance, with a hint of a glare. He gives her knee a comforting squeeze, and a grin. Yours. Always. But at least you didn't go down to some loser, or some bullshit screwjob. That's all I'm saying. Amy looks up at him fully, and seems to calm down just a teeny bit. She knows what he's trying to say, it's just not coming out very well. Returning the grin, she nods a little, cutting him some slack. He was trying. Yeah. That's true. It's just... I thought I had it. I've never failed at the same goal twice. I'm not used to this, not doing what I set out to do. Amy leans against Andy's shoulder. He puts his arm around her, but doesn't look at her, instead he talks to the floor. I hope you never get used to it. Amy hears the detached tone, and closes her eyes against the instant regret for her choice of words. Here she was, bemoaning losing a close title match, that she wasn't even involved in the finish, when he'd had much worse luck than she had in the last year. No wonder he was having a hard time saying the right thing. She can't think of a proper response, so she just sits there, with his arm around her, and hopes the awkward moment passes without him flinging that wall up. After a minute or so, he has a suggestion. Maybe you should go ahead and have your shower. Amy looks up at him, amused. Trying to say I smell bad? He grins back at her. Ha, no. Just that a hot shower is usually good for washing away disappointment. Hm, he'd know, Amy thinks. And then immediately chides herself for thinking such a thing. Instead, she takes the suggestion, and gets up to dig something to sleep in out of her bag. As she does, Andy gets up and starts looking over the hotel's room service menu. He asks if she wants anything, she says whatever he has is fine. He then asks if she wants a drink with it. And by drink, he means alcohol, not just water or soda or whatever. Amy hesitates a half second, surprised he asked her that, considering how lately he'd been questioning the frequency in which she'd been indulging. Figuring he was still trying anything to make her feel better, she said sure, and said whatever he wanted was fine for that, too. In the shower, Amy took her time. Normally after a show, she'd be in and out as fast as she could, an old habit from back in the days before she quit using the locker room showers. The faster she was done, the faster she could relax. But, deciding maybe there was something to Andy's rather blunt statement, she'd set the water as hot as she could tolerate it, and didn't put the vent on, thinking maybe the steam would help. She'd lingered under the pelting water, almost a massage on her back. After a few minutes, it felt like her anger and frustration was vaporizing away along with the steam. Oh, she was still disappointed in herself, and especially not being fast enough to break up the deciding pinfall, to give herself another chance at winning. And at this being the first time she hadn't made good on a second chance at something she wanted. In eleven years, she had never fallen short twice. With a shake of her head under the water, she figures that even for someone as experienced as she was, there was still a first time for everything. But she decided here and now, under the hot water and breathing in steam, that she wasn't going to let this slow her down, or shake her confidence. This had been the third time she faced red Rayne, and even though she technically won the first, it was by DQ and not pinfall, so Amy didn't consider that a real win. Red had become her personal litmus test in SCW. One of the few people who had rarely been beaten and never pinned. Amy knew that since Red had retained the Adrenaline Championship, Selena Frost had the next shot at the title, and while Amy was pulling for her, a part of her hoped it didn't happen, because she wanted to be the one to knock Red off of her lofty pedestal. Actually, no. Amy thinks. Let Selena win. She deserves that after their history, and her months-long quest to get a chance at the title. No, it wasn't even about winning the title anymore, as much as she wanted to make a statement in SCW by becoming a champion. Amy just wanted to get in the ring with Red Rayne one more time, one on one, and beat her. Just to prove to herself and everyone else that she could. After all, Red hadn't pinned her tonight. Not this time. And after the way people backstage had reacted to her performance, there was little doubt in her mind that she'd get that chance eventually. After finishing her shower, and feeling a lot better than she did when she went in, Amy exits the bathroom and realizes that Andy isn't in the room. She grabs her phone and checks it; it was a habit between them to text notes from different rooms if the other was sleeping, or showering, or whatever, instead of shouting up the stairs or through doors. Sure enough, she had a text he'd gone downstairs to the hotel restaurant, because room service had a long wait time. After combing out her hair, she decides to wait for him to come back sitting on the balcony. She leaves the sliding door open so she can hear when he comes in, and leans back in her chair, putting her feet up on the other one. There's a cool breeze, and it feels great after having been in the steamy shower. Amy is holding her phone, scrolling her Twitter feed, when it rings in her hand. Wyatt. She lets it ring a few times, debating if she wants to answer. But, her kids were with him, and you never know if it was something important. So, she answers. Hey. Oh, hey. Almost thought I was gonna get your voicemail. Yeah, I was just getting out of the shower. Ten minutes ago, but whatever. What's up? That's what I was gonna ask you. We saw your show. Are you okay? I figured. Yeah, I'm fine. I didn't hit the ground that hard. That's not what I meant. I know how much you wanted that win. Yeah, I really did. But, it's okay. I'm okay. Really. Maybe the more times she said the word 'okay', the more her disappointment would fade. Who are you trying to convince, me, or yourself? Ha. Amy should have known he'd know better. Hm. Maybe a little of both. The one thing that makes it somewhat okay is that she didn't pin me to retain. Hm. That's what Andy told her that didn't really help her mood before. Yet it was okay for her to say it now. Weird. Maybe she had just still been angry when he said it earlier. Exactly. Everyone knows you can beat her. You just need a chance without the distraction of other people in the ring. I know you didn't see it, cause you were trying to get a three count, but there was fear on that woman's face for a split second when she grabbed you. She thought she was too late and you'd won. Amy laughs. Red Rayne, scared? Yeah, right. Oh stop it, now you're just making stuff up to make me feel better. Hey, I'm just telling you what it looked like to me. I could be wrong. You'll see for yourself when you watch it back. You do still do that, right? Wyatt knew that Amy had a long-standing habit of watching her matches back a day or two afterwards, to dissect what happened, and see what she could improve on. Back in better days between them, before the accident and everything changed, this habit of hers had been the cause of more than one argument. Amy found it strange that he would bring it up now. Yeah, I do. And I'll make sure to look for that. But I think you're seeing things. Well, regardless. The point is, don't let this one match get you all flustered. You know how good you are, and so does everyone else. They'll give you another chance. They'd be crazy not to. Suddenly, Amy realizes how everything had flipped since this time last year. Then, Wyatt had still been giving her grief about coming out of retirement when VWA reopened, and it seemed like they argued every time her job came up. Meanwhile, she and Andy had started talking and seeing each other more, and backing each other up in the ring. And now... Andy was the one who got irritated nearly every time work came up, and here was Wyatt on the phone, telling her the comforting things that Andy tried to do earlier, but it came out all wrong. Amy wasn't sure how she felt about that, and pushes the thought away. Maybe. But I can't expect that. You should. You deserve it. Okay. Amy has just about enough of this... this... weirdness. We'll see. Are Jaina and Loki still up? There. Always the perfect excuse for a subject change. Nah. They passed out as soon as the closing graphic faded. I didn't even bother to wake them up to get off the couch and into bed. Just let them sleep and came to my bedroom to call you. Damn. Was hoping to talk to them for a- Amy hears a sound coming from the room, and she turns in her chair, to see Andy coming in with a carry out bag in one hand, and a brown paper bag in the other. Oh, Andy's back with food. Just tell them I'll see them tomorrow, okay? I have to go. She can hear a hint of a sigh before he answers. Yeah. Okay. Have a safe trip. And before she can say thanks, he hangs up. Not that that was unusual, he never said 'bye.' But for some reason she got the impression something had rubbed him the wrong way. Oh well. That was his problem. She gets up and goes back inside, to see what kind of food Andy had brought up. [align=center]* * * * * {{Wednesday, October 14th New Orleans}}[/align] Its evening, and everyone sits around the island in the kitchen, Amy and Jaina on one side, Andy and Loki on the other. Amy had made dinner, nothing fancy, just baked chicken breasts and some steamed veggies. Cooking was something she took a liking to in the three years she was out of the business, and now that she was traveling a lot more now, she took every chance she could to make something. During dinner, Jaina kept looking back and forth between everyone as they talked, as if she was waiting for an opening. Amy remembered that last week she said she had something she wanted to tell Amy and Andy together, and it sounded important to her. But every time there was a quiet moment, she looked like she was almost going to say something, and then stopped herself. But, Amy didn't ask, because she was afraid that if she pushed, Jaina would never say what was on her mind. But, then dinner was over, they cleaned up the kitchen, and the kids went upstairs for their baths and bed. This same scenario had played itself out every night since Amy got back from California. Amy wonders if Jaina had changed her mind. But she doesn't think about that for long. As Amy finishes putting away the last few things from dinner, and they sip on an after-dinner/after-kids-went-to-bed beer. Just as she's drying off the last pot, Andy breaks the comfortable silence. So... there's something I want to tell you. Oh really? Amy looks at him with a raised eyebrow. She isn't sure if she's eager to hear this, or afraid. She sets the pot on the counter, and tosses the towel down. Okay? First, I'm not gonna be able to go to Denver with you for Breakdown next week. Amy sits at the island across from him as he goes on. Everything done on the house has to be inspected by some agency to make sure it was done to code. And I have to be there. Wednesday was the earliest day they could give me. I tried. Oh. That was all? Amy has a drink from her beer, and nods. It's okay. There's nothing you can do about it. She's perfectly calm on the outside, but inside she's shocked as hell. He'd brought it up before she asked. And a whole week ahead of time, at that. Well, maybe he just wanted to get it over with, since he had the information now. I know. Still sucks though. I wanted to go cause I sorta feel like I owe you. Owe me? For what? Well, she had an idea. But she didn't know what he meant. Acting like a jackass. No, don't say anything, I know I haven't been easy to be around the last little while. I probably should have said something sooner, but you had to focus on your title match, and then it didn't go your way. I figured I'd let things calm down a bit first. But I wanted to tell you I'm sorry. Amy just looks at him a few seconds, stunned. She decides that since he brought it up, and not her, it was worth the risk to ask one more time. Okay. But... why? What's going on? He takes a large sip from his beer, and leans on the counter towards her.. Well, I knew the contract thing was coming up. And you gotta admit, you've done much better than I have there, and I was going back and forth about if I was gonna stay or not. I didn't want to leave you hanging, but I didn't want to drag you down, either. So- That's ridiculous, you weren't dragging me down. He gives her a look as if to say 'really?' Amy shrugs. Well, maybe booking-wise. Look, as long as we're discussing this, let's not put on any fronts, okay? Amy hesitates a second, then just nods. She knew he was right, she just didn't want to admit it. Because that meant that he'd just stopped caring, because she knew that he was better than he'd shown the last few months. After she nods her agreement, he goes on. Okay. So, I just wanted to come to a decision about it on my own, without any influence from you. You still could have told me you were thinking about it, even if you didn't want my input. I would have left it alone if that's what you wanted. I know you would have. I shouldn't have just sprung it on you like that, hours before getting on a plane. I'm sorry for that, too. What was Amy supposed to say to that? She'd been trying to get something, anything out of him for weeks about what had been bothering him, and now he'd just told her, without any prodding from her at all. She wasn't sure that this was the only issue, though. But, she wasn't going to say that, or try to get anything else. This was the most he'd offered up in weeks; a crack in the wall. And she would take what she could get. Maybe the rest would come later. She decides to let this go, and gives him a small smile. It's okay. You had your reasons. And it's over with anyway. I'm just glad that you figured everything out, and we can just put it behind us. So... we're good? Amy's smile grows a teeny bit. Yeah, we're good. As good as it was going to get for now, she thinks. Hopefully with this out of the way, she could get him to put more focus into their situation on VWA, and he'd start to make up some ground there. But, one thing at a time. He finally returns her grin, and gets up, going behind her chair to hug her from behind. She puts her arms around his arms, and closes her eyes, wishing that what he'd just told her was the end of it, but she'd always had the ability to just... know things. And she knew there was something else. But, it would have to wait, as the suggestion he whispers into her ear is much more entertaining than trying to figure out what else is in his head. She looks up with a smirk, and gets up, to head upstairs to bed and take him up on that suggestion. [align=center]* * * * * {{Monday, October 19th New Orleans}}[/align] After the apology conversation, Amy thought that things were going to go back to normal, or at least closer to their normal than it had been in a while. But, she was wrong. She hadn't slept well that night, due to stressing over her upcoming match in VWA, and she'd stayed up all night looking through old documents... and having a few drinks. She'd fallen asleep on the couch in her office, and Andy had found her there, a dirty glass and half-emptied bottle of amaretto on top of her file cabinet, and some folders strewn all around the office. She saw him glance at the bottle, but he didn't mention it. Instead, he just said he was leaving to go to the gym, and he'd be back in a few hours. She'd cursed herself, sure that her stress-induced insomnia, made worse by the liquor, had annoyed him, and set things back a bit. As the days passed, it became clear that it had, or at least that whatever the rest was that he wasn't telling her had creeped up to replace the worry from the thing he did tell her. At any rate, while they hadn't argued at all, she had noticed the wall was starting to come back. And then, he had to leave to make sure everything at his house was ready for the inspectors. So she hadn't had the chance to try to stop the bricks from piling up before he left this morning. It's currently night, just after nine. Her kids have just gone to bed for school tomorrow. Amy's double checking her travel plans for Denver for Breakdown, and dreading traveling by herself. It's not that she was afraid to; she'd done it for a good portion of her career. It was just that she didn't want to. She considers asking Bree to come with her, but then remembers that she can't, because she will be staying with Jaina and Loki while Amy is away, as Wyatt will be out of town with Gina. Amy sips from an iced glass of OJ and amaretto (not her first), and is struck with an idea. New York was only an hour ahead; her friend Kara should still be awake. Amy grabs her phone, and texts first to make sure. About a minute later, Kara replies that yes, she is awake, and she can talk. Amy hits dial from the message screen, and Kara picks up almost immediately. Hello love. Kara.... I need you. Uh oh. What's wrong? She sounds concerned. Amy doesn't notice. Come to Denver with me. Denver? Why? Now, Kara sounds confused. SCW Breakdown on Wednesday. And I don't want to go by myself. Oh. I see. Do I want to know why you're going by yourself? Oh. Andy had to go home. Some kind of house inspection bullshit from that work he had done. And that's all? Dripping with skepticism. Mostly. Amy takes a drink from her glass, causing the ice to clink. Kara hears this, and sighs a little. I wish I could hug you, you sound like you need one. If you meet me in Denver, you can. I'm already looking up flights, silly. When do you get there? Really? You'll come? Of course. Well, if you don't mind if Kyle comes, as well. Not at all. I'm landing tomorrow at four forty-five local time. You're the best, Kara. Another clink from the ice in the glass as Amy finishes the rest of the drink. Mmm. I try. You sound tired, maybe you should get some sleep. I'll text you my details in the morning, yeah? Good idea. I'll just pack in the morning, after I get the kids to school. Kara? Yes, love? Thanks. Amy can almost hear the smile in her voice as she replies. Get some sleep. We'll talk tomorrow. Click. [align=center]* * * * * {{Tuesday, October 20th Denver, CO}}[/align] After Amy got to her hotel room, checked in, and got settled, she got a text from Kara, that she and her boyfriend Kyle Burnside had just arrived. They planned to meet at a restaurant across the street from the hotel just as soon as they got themselves settled. Amy went ahead to the restaurant to get a table. She's just received the tea she ordered when she sees Kara and Kyle walk in. They make a bit of an odd couple; Kara short and tiny, Kyle tall and muscular. Amy stands up to greet them, Kara with a hug, and Kyle with a handshake. Amy grins every time this happens, because it's obvious that she makes him nervous. Kara had told Amy a while back that Kyle had been a fan of Amy's since she debuted; Kyle was a teenager at the time, and even had a poster of Amy in his bedroom. It freaked him out that his girlfriend was friends with the chick he crushed on. They sit, order, and catch up. Kara explains that her daughter Sami stayed in New York with Kyle's parents, so they could have a bit of a break while they went to Amy's show. Talk soon turned to said show, and given Kara and Kyle didn't really know much about SCW, Kara asked Amy to explain. Well, I'm facing a guy named Matt Auclair. He's a part of this group, Blood Grove. And I've kinda been fighting with them for a while now, different members. The leader is Red Rayne, the Adrenaline Champion. Kara's eyes light up a bit, that was something she recognized. That's the title you were fighting for at the pay per view last week, yes? Amy frowns a bit. That I didn't win, yes. Auclair was the Underground Champion, but he lost that night too. So, this should be an interesting match. We both have ground to make up, and points to make. Kyle chimes in with a question. Underground? What kind of title is that? Hardcore style. Auclair doesn't mess around, I'll admit that. None of Blood Grove does. They're a little.... creepy, with the way they call each other mother, daughter, father, whatever, except they're not actually related, and they're all younger than me. Kara pulls a face. Yes, that's more than a little weird. Oh, and don't even get me started on the bathtubs of blood, the blood showers on the stage... Amy shakes her head, as Kara and Kyle both look about ready to lose their appetite. But, anyway. Red Rayne is tough, psychologically, mentally. Auclair, though? He's physically tough. Just has no regard for even his own safety half the time, much less anyone else's. Its a totally different kind of match I have to prepare for. The server appears with their dinner, and after he leaves, Kara picks the conversation up. Pfft. Has he seen your Seventh Circle of Hell match? Kara is referring to an Elimination Chamber/I Quit match that Amy outlasted five men in, to win a title in VWA. More specifically, the part where she whacked her ex-husband over the head with a lead pipe roughly a dozen times. I doubt it. But I've seen some of his more brutal matches. And I might have to go almost that far if I'm gonna get this win. As they eat their dinner, Amy explains in more detail about what had been going on between herself, Stacy, Adrenaline Rush, and Blood Grove. She explains in more detail about their 'family' dynamic, which Kara finds more and more disturbing the more she hears. After explaining that, Amy fills them in on a few things concerning other things going on that they will see at the show. After they finish eating, Kyle gets up to go to the restroom, and make a phone call. Once he's out of earshot, Kara explains. That means he's calling Kim, to see how Samantha is getting on without us. I think he's more nervous about being away from her than I am. Amy laughs at this, and starts to say something, but her phone dinging interrupts her. She pulls it out of her pocket, and scowls at the screen showing Andy's name next to the text notification icon, then sets it down a little harder than necessary. You were saying? Kara shakes her head. Oh no. Un uh. What was that? Or rather, who? Amy glances at her phone again, and shakes her head. Who do you think? But wait, you told me this morning that you'd had a bit of a talk, and- We did. Almost a week ago. But then he went home, and that text there is the first I've heard from him since he left yesterday morning. And I really don't feel like replying right now. Kara shakes her head, and reaches across the table, grabbing Amy's hand. Listen to me, love. Obviously whatever was said in that chat the other day wasn't good enough. Apologizing for one thing, then going to to act the same way doesn't really mean much. Why do you think I'm not in a rush to answer? I can't fit what I want to say in a text. What do you want to say? Kara asks sincerely. Amy Opens her mouth to say something, stops, tries again, and stops again. She shakes her head. I don't even know. I'm not the one that needs to start talking. Kara lets go of Amy's hand, and sits back, giving Amy a look that could only come from a mother. Nevermind the fact that she's twelve years Amy's junior. Okay. Listen. You need to do something about this ridiculousness, one way or the other. I don't like seeing you this upset all the time. Shit or get off the pot, you know? I know. Someone has to say or do something. And it's not me. I don't know what else to say or do. Kara nods once, still with the 'look.' Hm. I've got one idea. But before Kara can say what that idea is, Kyle returns to the table, stuffing his phone into his pocket. Well, Sam has just had dinner, and her Uncle Scott is trying to teach her what shoes go with what jacket. She- He sees the look on the women's faces, and stops. Okay... what'd I miss? Kara snaps out of it, and looks at her boyfriend with a grin. Oh, nothing, babe. Just girl talk. Thank you for checking up on Sami. She shoots Amy a pointed look, though, meaning 'this isn't over, we'll talk later.' Amy nods her understanding, and reaches for her phone, to finally reply to that belated text. What exactly did Kara mean by she had an idea of something Amy could, or should do? Amy was almost afraid to find out. [align=center]* * * * * * * ON CAMERA* *[/align] We find Amy sitting at the desk of a generic looking hotel room; beige walls, dark wood furniture, and brown and green striped drapes on the windows that were probably installed sometime around the year Amy was born. She sits with her back to the desk, arms folded across her chest, and her hair up in a high ponytail. And as probably expected, she does not seem to be in a good mood. I don't like this. I don't like anything about this. I don't like the fact that for the first time in my career, I've failed twice at trying to claim something I've set my sights on. I don't like the fact that the way it happened was in a four way match where I wasn't actually beat. And I especially don't like the fact that damn near everyone I've talked to since Under Attack has told me the same thing. You shouldn't feel bad, Red Rayne didn't pin you. And You looked great, you'll get another chance. Oh, and my personal favorite... You have nothing to be ashamed of, you gave it your best. Really? First of all, shame isn't a thing I do. I might have some regret for things I've done in matches, and I may get disappointed on occasion, but I've never been ashamed. Secondly, and most importantly, don't tell someone who failed that they gave it their best. That kind of platitude does nothing to help. Because if I gave it my absolute best, I'd be sitting here with the Adrenaline Championship belt right now, rather than being pissed at myself for not being quick enough to break that last pinfall, and for not having the presence of mind to realize where Red Rayne was when I went to pin Stacy. Both things that I know I should know better. And before I say the next thing I want to get off my chest, let me preface it with saying that I'm grateful for the opportunities that SCW has give me so far. Not very many people have had two chances to try to take the championship away from Rayne, and I know she asked for the match, but it didn't have to be allowed. In fact, I think Selena is perfectly justified in being upset that I got a second chance before she got the one she's been after for months. If I were in her position, I'd be upset too. But, here's the thing about this match that Rayne asked for and was given, and the second chance I had at becoming the Adrenaline Champion. Fatal Fourway matches suck. They suck for the defending champion, because they don't have to be pinned to lose. And they suck for the two people who are not involved in the finish, because they lose without being beaten. That's the position I find myself in right now, and I have to tell you all, I hate it. I said last week that in order to be the champion, you have to beat the champion. And when I dropped Stacy on her head and went for that pin, I was so sure than Rayne had been taken out, and she was still down on the outside. That's my own mistake for not making sure she was down and out, and beat, before going for the win. But, on the flip side. I also believe that a champion isn't really a champion until they decisively beat the biggest challenger to their title they have. And no offense to either Stacy or Rachel, but neither of them fit that definition. Stacy is more concerned with helping Tyler and Craig advance in their careers, she was never focused enough on herself to win this. And Rachel... I don't think she sees anything but another opportunity to hurt Rayne every time she gets in the ring with her. She doesn't see the title. Probably doesn't want it. The fact is that with the exception of Selena Frost, I am the biggest challenger to Rayne for that championship. And until she beats me one on one, by pinfall or submission, in a situation where I didn't sabotage myself like I did back in May by taking too much of a risk.... then she isn't as great of a champion as she claims she is. And you know what, if Selena beats her at Breakdown, I will be one of the first to congratulate her and shake her hand. But I will still want Red Rayne one more time, just me and her, and no one else. Because I know I can beat her, and won't be satisfied until I prove it. But, that might not happen for a while. What is going to happen at Breakdown, is I'm going one on one with the man Red Rayne calls her father... which, sorry, but that's still creepy as fuck, the former Underground Champion Matt Auclair. This won't be the first time you and I meet in the ring, Matt, but it's the first time it's just you and me. And I know that you have got to be just as pissed off as I am about what happened at Under Attack. I didn't win the title I was after, and wasn't even involved in the finish. And you lost your title. Now I get that you're normally a pretty angry guy in general, so this loss added into the mix is only gonna make you extra pissed. But that's okay. Because as I've said before, I don't intimidate easily. You probably think that you have some sort of advantage over me, because your style is a bit more violent, more hardcore than my style is. And if that's what you think, then you're in for a rude awakening. See, no one here in SCW has really ever seen that side of me. Well, Tommy Griffin has, but he doesn't really play well with others, so don't try to ask him. If Blake Mason was still hanging around these parts, he'd tell you. In fact, the last title I held was in VWA, and it was a hardcore-style title, that I won in a chamber where five men had to say I quit in order for me to walk away with that championship. I did things in that match to win that still give me nightmares. I don't really like going that route, having to dig deep to find that dark place inside myself I need to be in to do what's necessary to win those kinds of matches. But if something important to me is at stake, if the circumstances call for it, if it's the only way to reach my goal... I'll do it. Thing is though, Matt... I won't need to do that in the ring with you. Our match isn't Underground rules. It's a plain old wrestling match. I won't have to cater to your style, I won't have to pull out a piece of darkness to use against you. No, in this match, you will have to cater to my style. Play within regular rules. That... puts you at a disadvantage, because at least half of what you're good at won't even be legal. It's no secret that you're not exactly a technically sound fighter, while I am. Sure, you're a lot bigger than me, but none of that matters if you get hit by a Lighting Strike, or suffer an unfortunate BlackOut. So go ahead, Matt. Bring all your anger. All the frustration you want to get out of your system, everything you feel about having lost your title to Wiseman. Bring all of it, and let it loose in the ring. Because no matter what kind of punishment you try to dish out, I promise you I can take it, and fight through it. No matter how angry you are and how badly you want to take it out on me, I promise you that I am just as angry, if not more so, that I lost a match where I didn't take the fall. See, you've been a champion here. People take you seriously, you're looked at as a threat. Me? No so much. I've heard people backstage mistakenly call me a rookie, just because they'd never heard of me. I've heard people say that I don't belong here, because the talent level is over my head. I've been told that I'll never be a champion here, because it's so hard to break into any title picture, much less the main event. And I'm going to prove each and every one of those people wrong. You might think you have something to prove, to make up for, in this match Matt, but I assure you, no one has more to prove here than I do. And that's going to start with you on Breakdown. Amy eyes radiate determination as the shot fades out. ------- Coding edit |
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| Auclair | Oct 22 2015, 10:41 AM Post #3 |
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It was over... Under Attack had seen the end of Matt Auclairs Underground title reign at the hands of Merrick Wiseman, a man that Auclair could state as a fact was everything that title and the division as a whole was not. If Wiseman spent the next Breakdown trying to find a way to, essentially, use his newfound position to do away with the entire division in celebration, he wouldnt be surprised. It seemed like something the bastard would do in his efforts to reach an unobtainable goal just because he was stubborn, and the fact that Matt had handed him that opportunity was clearly eating away at his soul immensely. Under Attack was still in progress, but Matt had decided not to stick around to watch even though he knew his daughter and their World champion still had their matches. He never even returned to the locker room to retrieve his stuff, he simply stormed straight out of the arena and any of SCWs backstage workers immediately got out of his way as he did so. He couldve left right then and there, but once he was outside he seemed to stop himself and turned back to stare at the building where hed just tasted an extremely bitter defeat. Matt knew he had options at this point, the most enticing one being that Wiseman would potentially return to the production truck to do his other job as soon as the doctors were finished piecing him back together, and Matt could go greet him the only way he knew how... but that option didnt seem to really work in Matts mind for some reason. The more he thought about it and the more he felt it was the most appropriate course of action, the more he could feel something trying to hold him back that made him feel like there was still an even better option lurking around somewhere. Matt: God damn it! With his frustrations beginning to boil over, Matt proceeded to launch a punch right at the side of the arena, the sound of his fist meeting the stone echoing through his own ears. He began repeating this process, not caring about whatever damage his fists might sustain because as far as he was concerned he had no reason to be using them anytime in the immediate future, plus it wasnt the first time hed repeatedly punched something that a human beings fists werent supposed to be punching and he knew the pain tolerance his fists, more than any other part of his body, had and they wouldnt buckle too easily. None of that mattered to Matt right now, though, because in his mind he could only think about a small handful of things: Hed just lost his title to someone who had no business holding it. Hed broken the promise hed made to Tatum that he wasnt going to allow that to happen. Hed let Daisy down by contributing to what was already looking like a bad night for the Blood Grove instead of being the turning point for the group. The more Matt thought about each one of these things, the more force he put into his punches. He was beginning to feel the familiar sting as his fists finally started to give in to the pain they should be feeling, but Matt didnt stop. He was too lost in his rage and had no plans on stopping anytime soon, feeling that this needed to get out of his system but not knowing if he could ever truly run out of rage to channel. This was beginning to just seem like a vicious cycle that would never end, but Matt knew when the end was: as soon as his fists could no longer function, he would have to throw in the towel, knowing that even with how strong he was and how inhuman his punching power seemed to be on top of it, punching down an entire building was a feat that was far too unrealistic to ever pull off. That wasnt about to stop him from trying, and Matt would accept the pain as long as he felt he could do enough that it would allow him to move on to the next show. As Matt was pulling back his right fist for the next punch, he suddenly felt something tug at his arm, and any attempts to bring it forward were futile. Matt somewhat snapped out of it and turned his head, and to his surprise he found a very concerned-looking Daisy standing there holding his wrist as though if she let go it would be the biggest mistake shed ever made in her life. Her soulless white eyes seemed to be pleading with her father to stop, and being one of the few people that was able to allowed Matt to see the emotion through the emptiness in them and it allowed his anger to slowly dissipate, but not enough that he could simply forget about what had happened tonight. As she watched Matt start taking some deep breaths and got himself into a semi-calm state, she began looking over his hand and Matt finally got a look at what hed done beyond simply knowing that his hands hurt. His knuckles were clearly bruised and bleeding, and it was clear he wouldnt be using them for a while unless he was simply looking to hurt himself even further, and he had no doubt this was the case with his other hand as well without needing to look at it. Daisy just stared at this before gently kissing his knuckles, perhaps under the belief that any child normally gets from a parent at first that a kiss would make any wound better, but Matt didnt feel any pain from this kiss even though he shouldve with how sensitive his knuckles had to be at that point. Daisy: ...why Matthew? Matt: You know why Daisy... Matt looked away, perhaps feeling as though this question didnt even need to be asked. She saw his Underground title match and no doubt knew exactly what was going on in his mind right now, but Daisy was the one person who wasnt afraid to get anywhere near Matt in this state. She simply held his fist against her chest, her fingers gently massaging the top of his hand under the knuckles to perhaps try and soothe his aching nerves to stop the pain for the time being, and the way she was looking at her father seemed to imply she was waiting for him to vent in the only other way he could right now, and Matt took her up on the offer. Matt: I lost the title I value the most tonight... I let you down because not only has the Blood Grove been having a horrible night overall so far, but I just lost my title to a man who is going to make a mockery of the division I poured all of my blood, sweat and tears into just to further his own ego and self-righteous intentions that he doesnt even follow anymore. I let that goddamned pig who simply wants this whole company to buy into his fair play bullshit so he can feel obligated to abuse it as he pleases get one over on me and now not only will I never hear the end of it from him... your sisters never going to let me live this down so long as I live and breathe. Matt didnt even need to look to know that Daisy paused briefly and seemed to twitch at the mention of her sister, knowing the lingering wounds regarding that topic. He had yet to mention to her that hed run across Tatum while SCW was in San Antonio or where their conversation turned, and as much as now felt like the time to fill in those blanks Matts brain was too fixated on the end of that conversation right now. Tatum: I swear ta the Lord above that if ya lose the Underground title ta that worthless lawman, ya better hide because Ill personally tan yer hide ten times over and then some! Tatums voice echoed in his mind, almost mocking him now knowing that she was likely salivating at the opportunity before her now that hed failed, which only made him feel even more miserable than he already did. Daisy took notice of this, however, and while keeping his hand close she moved one of her own up to the whereabouts of the wound Wiseman had opened up on him during the match and let her fingers gently brush against that, snapping Matt out of his daze as he looked down at her. Daisy: You dont need to fixate yourself on what my sister says about you Matt... you know that deep down she respects you as much as you respect her, and you know that this is a wrong that is easily correctable. Forget about whatever shell say about it, because the only opinion that matters is your own. As Daisy continued with this, looking to try and soothe the savage beast, Matt began to think long and hard about the time hes had in SCW and where hes gotten solely on his anger and aggression. Sure, its landed him in a lot of trouble with bad people and management alike, but its also brought him two Underground title reigns and recognition as a potential main eventer in the company. But something seemed to be preventing that, and Matt had a feeling he knew what. But if he was right, then it would take time, and with a Breakdown looking in the time span of a week and a half he would need to simply roll with whats gotten him this far for the time being, ESPECIALLY when he had a lot of anger he needed to blow off still. Daisy could see the gears were turning in Matts head, and his next words seemed to bring a smile to her face as the possibilities began to click. Matt: Youre right Daisy... maybe its time for a bit of a change around here... I think SCW needs to understand that theres a lot more to both Matt Auclair and the Blood Grove than just straight violence, and theyll come to fear this change soon enough... [align=center]--[/align] It might be surprising to open this up the way we are, considering the man were looking for is probably expected to be throwing the most violent of temper tantrums in all of history based on the end result of his match at Under Attack, but thats actually not what were getting. Instead, we open up on what appears to be somewhere in the mountains, which is fitting when you realize the next Breakdown is in Denver and the Rocky Mountains are a prominent feature that run through this state, to the point where the city even named most of their sports teams after it in some way. Up here theres nothing to needlessly destroy and not a whole lot of room for violent outbursts without a potential accident of tragic proportions waiting in the wings. It is here that we find Matt Auclair, leaning against the mountainside and dressed in the appropriate gear to not only handle the cold (the man lives in Boston for gods sakes, so he knows all too well about the freezing cold) but also to endure a hike up and down the mountains safely (Matts not so stupid and headstrong that hed disregard something that could save his life... outside of a fight, anyway). Arms folded across his chest and a look that actually seems to only reveal a small portion of his anger, Matt begins, his breath visible in the frigid cold at this altitude and occasionally obscuring his face. Matt: I could say a lot of things about Under Attack. I could easily go on a vicious tirade blaming everyone but myself for what happened, but as much as it bothers me the history books are going to always show that the law got one over on me and now he can brag about it to no end. Congrats cowboy, because I expect to never hear the end of this from you since all you know how to do is act exactly the opposite of a man in your position. Hell, Im half-expecting you to march down to the ring during my match to show off your shiny new prize and perhaps desecrate it because its not what your ideals represent, in the process trying to cost me my match even though youre supposed to be the one ensuring fair play. Whatever it takes to put an end to the Blood Grove, right? Lets just completely ignore the fact you have a problem with the boss not giving you all the power you desire even though hes doing your job for you in handling a group thats completely slipped under your radar in Monarchy. Face the facts Merrick: beating me doesnt change a goddamned thing. Your ideal version of SCW can never exist and now more than ever the more you try to make it a reality, the more reality is going to destroy you. Im going to leave it at that for now because while I could lose myself in a rant that just tears away at Merricks soul and reveals to him just how pathetic he truly is, thats best saved for when I get my rematch and reclaim my rightful crown. If say when, not if, because even if we ignore the rematch Im owed, which I wouldnt put past that sleezeball we call the boss, who else has shown they even remotely deserve to step up to the plate and challenge for that title? Beyond me, there is no one right now, especially since Im not done with you Wiseman, not by a long shot. Besides, Breakdown will give me all the opportunity I need to send my message loud and clear and relieve some of the pure hatred consuming me from that aftermath. At this, Matt turns and begins walking up the mountain path now, the camera following behind him. He doesnt stop again, nor does he turn around and give us a shot of anything besides his back, but he does continue on even without looking back at the camera, clearly having a purpose for doing this but what that purpose could be is anybodys guess right now. Matt: A certain little bitch by the name of Amy Chastaine probably thinks shes gotten under my skin by emphasizing that Im no longer the Underground champion, but theres a time and a place for everything and shell know how big of a mistake that was come Breakdown. But I find it interesting that Amy seems to be trying to find ways to build herself up and justify herself to me when so far anyone with fucking eyes can call her bluff. All weve heard is how youre supposed to be this veteran whos seen and done it all and that youre prepared for anything, dont intimidate easily, wont give in, etc. Despite all of this, I dont see any success to back it up. She only beat that screeching songbitch because Kordy handed her the win, she couldnt get the job done to win a title opportunity against said songbitchs harem of barely-legal boys, and for all her claims of believing she knows she can beat my daughter and take her title away from her the only evidence of this was from her first round win over Daisy in a tournament, completely forgetting about the fact that Daisys sister gave her that win because of a family feud she clearly doesnt understand. Any opportunity shes gotten since to prove it wasnt a fluke? Well, I think thats pretty obvious at this point if youve paid any attention to this company at all for the past few months. Amy can keep preaching to the choir that shes not intimidated by me because of whatever past experience she feels like drawing from to try and compare to this situation, but the fact of the matter is... there is NO experience youve had anywhere else that could prepare you for someone like me, and thats a fact. Youre looking at a man who literally came in off the streets, no wrestling experience or training, and within a year of being with one of the biggest wrestling companies in the entire world he was calling himself a champion and putting the main eventers through the goddamn ringer. In that time I still havent bothered trying to train to become a wrestler, because I know what works for me and why bother fixing what isnt broken? I know how to weaponize my anger into a force that no human being walking this earth could fully comprehend or have any clue as to how to survive it, and to date anyone who has left a battle with me would, unless I was screwed out of finishing the job by outside sources, be lying through their teeth if they told you they walked away unscathed. It is a FACT that you might walk away from a fight with me as the winner, but youll NEVER walk away without at least one injury that will linger for some time. I dont even need weapons to pull that off... all I need are the two greatest weapons I couldve been given that are perfectly legal in every match Im in regardless of the rules. But... SCW has yet to see everything there is to the monster known as Matt Auclair. Matt finally stops once hes reached the peak of this mountain trail and takes a moment to look out at the sight, as we can see past him that off in the distance is the city of Denver, where the next Breakdown will take place. Slowly Matt turns again to face the camera now, his fists tightening as the loom on his face seems to retain some of his anger but also manages to take on a more... cold and calculating appearance as well, enough to unnerve those who have watched this man in the two years hes been with this company as this is a pretty new sight to their eyes. Matt: You talked about a side of yourself buried in the darkness that you said youre afraid of and SCW hasnt seen it yet, and Ive heard that same line from a lot of people since Ive gotten here. But when you think about me, what comes to mind? The easiest answer is anger and brutality, because everyone knows Im perpetually pissed off and mangling anyone in front of me is what truly gives me satisfaction at the end of the day. But they also like to believe that this makes me predictable, because its all I have going for me and I can be outwitted easily. Ill admit that Ive done a lot of stupid things in the time Ive been in SCW, but thats because up until now Ive had no reason to use anything beyond my anger. Like I said, why fix what isnt broken? But I think its time SCW sees the other half of this monster, and while I wont guarantee itll surface against you Amy, something you should feel pretty damn lucky about, that doesnt change the fact that if you want to keep getting involved against the Blood Grove that you wont become a victim of it soon enough. Youre right, I AM a threat and everyone in that locker room knows it, but if thats what they think of me while only seeing me when Im running off of pure anger and nothing more? Then whats coming soon is going to TERRIFY them beyond belief. But please, bring all of your own anger against me if you think itll get the job done for you Amy, because for all that experience you dont have a clue what youre dealing with on Breakdown. Before Under Attack I was at this very point, on top of the mountain and destroying anyone who thought they could take that away from me. But on Breakdown I begin my walk back up here from the bottom, and as SCW bears witness to the evolution of this monster as it starts with you, I want Wiseman to watch closely as I beat you to within an inch of your life and torture you within the rules hes so adamant about upholding, I want our boss to watch as one of his big signings for this companys future begins to disappear piece by piece, and I want everyone else in that damn locker room from Monarchy to that whore Kennedy and her little entourage to Stacy and her harem and everyone in between to watch the beginning of the end, because if they thought I was THE man to avoid finding yourself against at all costs if you valued a long-term career before... What they witness on Breakdown will be nothing short of the beginning of the greatest horror story SCW has ever played host to. With that said, Matt turns and begins his long hike back down the mountain, seemingly having accepted that for the time being this is no longer his place and he has to start again. That, however, simply allows him to bulldoze through anyone in his way as he climbs back up, and if his warnings of soon revealing what we have yet to see about Matt Auclair are any indication? All of SCW may need to be wary moving forward if their paths happen to cross his, because it could only mean terrible things for their careers. As we take one last look at Denver in the distance before we fade out slowly, were left to ponder exactly what Matt has yet to fully reveal to us and how dangerous it truly is, but one things for certain: Matt doesnt bluff when he gives a warning. |
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