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Dawn Lohan vs. Ravyn Taylor; SCW United States Championship
Topic Started: May 13 2016, 05:06 PM (136 Views)
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Dawn Lohan vs. Ravyn Taylor
SCW United States Championship

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Deadline: 5 PM EST Saturday, May 28, 2016
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05.25.2016


Sasha Denning isn’t allowed to hang out backstage in the arena. That is the number one rule of the deal her and Dawn made if she is to continue being Dawn’s road buddy. She didn’t like the rule, a social person by nature, Sasha didn’t mind the risk of making herself available for questions to the people Dawn works with. A deal is a deal. Sasha watches Breakdown from the The Westin Hotel in Ottawa, Ontario Canada. An unexpected knock came from the door. Strange. She wasn’t expecting room service. And to her knowledge Dawn had not invited anyone over. Curiosity got the better of her. The mystery person was knocking for a reason, Sasha had no reason to believe the person standing in the hallway was an enemy of her friends. So she walks to the door. Taking a deep breath, she opens up to welcome the sight of a woman she only met once, Abigail Lindsay. Back in December, she meet Abigail around Christmas time. Her impression of Dawn’s half sister is a far cry from the one who twist the minds of IWC, now UWA superstars alike.

“Oh, hey Abi...”


Abigail cracks a smile, “Hello to you too, snuggle bunny.”


“Dawn isn’t here right now.”


Abigail didn’t wait for a formal invitation. She walks into Dawn’s hotel room unannounced. Sasha didn’t mind. Spending time alone isn’t cool. Plus Abigail is Dawn’s half sister, how bad can this be? Plopping on the bed, Abigail shot back, “I know. I’ll park my pretty ass here.”


Sasha closes the door. She joins Abigail on the bed, “Dawn didn’t tell me you were stopping by”


“She doesn’t know I’m here either. Spoils the surprise.”


Sasha’s eyes widen. Now this is becoming weird, “Oh, so... how did you kno--”


Abigail rest her finger on Sasha’s lips, “New Eden has eyes everywhere, sweetie. Don’t worry your pretty little head over minor details. Can’t family stop by to check in on each other? I would be around a lot more, pesky UWA has their European tour. Ironic when you think about it. Oh, wait, you’re not in the know, I won’t bore you.”


Sasha takes a deep breath. She is becoming uncomfortable with Abigail’s presence. Strange how a person would drop in under the circumstances she has, again, it’s Dawn’s half sister. And the Lohan clan has a reputation for not being normal. She opted to push how Abigail decided to drop in on her aside. Dawn would be here soon. All she needs to do is relax. With a smile on her face, Sasha says, “We have time. Please, fill me in.”


Abigail nods. “Can you get me some water?”

Sasha nods. Abigail proceeds to fill in the blanks. “Last year around this time I was working for IWC. We toured Japan. The company my ex- girlfriend worked for at the time toured Europe. During her adventurers in Europe, she grew closer to a man I learned to despise more than life itself. I broke up with her this year, on a European tour. Ironic.”


Sasha returns with two bottles of water. She hands Abigail one. “Far from it. That’s sad, Abigail. I am so sorry things didn’t work out.”


Abigail shrugs, “Eh, relationships are destined to fail, natural order of life. The important thing is how do we move on from our ill fated circumstances.”


“I totally understand. When Dawn gets back I’ll leave you two alone to have sister time. I’ll find something to do. We are in Ottawa. No shortage of trouble.”


Abigail grabs Sasha’s hand. “Let me guess, my sister doesn’t approve of you blindly jumping into the water without a life preserver.”


Sasha nods, “Bingo. Gosh, I wish she would loosen up a little. Professional wrestling doesn’t need to consume her life.”


“I agree. Sasha, I don’t want you going anywhere. There’s room for one more.”


Sasha smiles. “Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude.”


Abigail nods, “Are you kidding, silly? I want you around.”


“Could you answer a question for me?”


“I’ll try my best.”


Sasha opens her bottled water. She takes a sip, “What does it mean being a Lohan?”


Abigail opens her bottled water as well, “Technically, I am HALF Lohan. Semantics aside... being a Lohan is complicated. In professional wrestling we have a reputation for being liars. Cheats. Disloyal hyenas. Be grateful you do not have the Lohan bloodline flowing through your veins. Amp up The Mark of the Beast times ten.”


“Come on Abi, from what I’ve seen on SCW television, there are wrestlers a lot worse than your family. Dawn went through her blood phase, she has been an angel since, except when it comes to her bloodlust for Ravyn. That sicko deserves it.”


Abigail licks her lips, “Hmmm. Ravyn. One day I’ll have to play with her.”


Sasha’s eyes widen, “Play?”


Abigail giggles, “Of course, silly. Life is a game we make more complicated than WE need to. Ravyn would make worthwhile entertainment.”


“Wow, you sound just as sick as her.”


Abigail smirks, “I would wuvvvvvvvvvvvvv to find out who is sicker, me or her. SCW is out of my jurisdiction, shame. Being a Lohan is all about taking charge. Knowing what you want. Letting nothing stand in your way. All that Neitchizen psychobabble you fell asleep too in eighth grade.”


“Who is Nietzsc--?”

Sasha wasn’t expecting Abigail Lindsay to kiss her. Part of her felt Abigail kissing her was wrong, the warmth of Abigail’s lips made the unexpectedness of the moment worth it. As soon as the kiss happened, Abigail breaks the embrace. “Awww, you’re soooo adorable. I like you.”


Abigail pats Sasha on the head, “Me and Brittany set a standard. And Dawn was coming along very, very, very well. The whole calling someone Mother thing was to creepy by our standards. Our sister was proving beyond a shadow of a doubt she is a dangerous woman in her own right. That changed. Somehow, that changed. Can’t let the Lohan Legacy go to waste.”




“I agree. I....” Sasha felt extremely light headed. Strange, she felt like she could run a ten mile race earlier. Her body began to fail her. Laying down was all Sasha could do. “I’m feeling... what’s--”


Abigail crawled on the bed next to her. Kissing Sasha on the forehead, with a smile on her face she whispers into her ear, “Sleep tight, Sasha.” What Sasha wasn’t aware of when she was kissing Abigail, the middle of the Lohan sisters jammed a syringe into the small of her back.

~ ~

Dawn Lohan didn’t have an eventual Breakdown. No chaos. No confrontation with Ravyn. A simple interview to wrap up her last bit of promotional work for the Taking Hold of the Flame pay per view. All she wants to do now is plop on her bed. Spoon with Sasha. Make arrangements to set up shop to do her last bit of prep work for the biggest match she has had this year. Upon opening the door she doesn’t notice Sasha on the bed. Strange. Sasha always makes it a point to hug Dawn as soon as she walks in the door. She is likely downstairs sipping drinks at the hotel bar meeting a random stranger. Dawn walks over to the bed. She drops her bag to the floor. Out of the corner of her eye she notices the bathroom door is slightly ajar. Her sixth sense told her to see what is going on. Pushing the door open, to her complete shock, Sasha is on the bathroom floor knocked out like a light. She rushes to the aide of her good friend.


“Oh my God. Sasha. SASHA.”

Dawn shakes Sasha’s body to no avail. Sasha is in no state to rise from the ashes. A familiar voice snaps Dawn out of her panicked state.


“Relax Dawnie, she’ll be fine in a couple hours.”


Dawn’s eyes widened. Snapping her attention to the doorway, she spots Abigail Lindsay waving back at her. In a mixture of shock and anger, Dawn says, “Abi? What are you doing here? Why did you drug, Sasha? I swear if you hurt her--”


“Think that little of me, sweetie?” Abigail on cue frowns, “I didn’t drug her. I gave Sasha a sedative. Sleeping beauty will wake up in a few hours, give or take.”


Dawn springs to her feet. Getting right into Abi’s face she says, “For the love of God, Abigail!”


Abigail pays more attention to Sasha on the floor then Dawn staring at her with the intent to kill, “She’s adorable when she sleeps. Willow snores. But Sasha... an angel. Are you clearing her box, Dawnie.”


“Why are you here?!”


Abigail turns her back on Dawn. Taking a seat on the bed, Abigail says with a hint of disappointment in her voice, “No small talk, first? Shame. You’re more like Britt then you care to admit.”


Dawn storms over to the bed Abigail is sitting on. Glaring at her half sister, she sharply says, “Breaking your nose sounds like a good idea right about now.”


“So you are cleaning her out on a nightly basis? Go Dawn Go.” Abigail holds her hand up wanting to give Dawn a high five. All she receives is Dawn rolling her eyes. Abi sighs, “How does Thomas feel about how you spend your nights?”


Dawn grits her teeth, “This isn’t a game, sis! I demand to know why you are here! And why did you drug my friend?”


“There is a difference between drugging someone and giving them a sedative... not that it will matter to you. Why the anger? Can’t a girl check in on her baby sister on the eve of one of the biggest matches of her professional wrestling career?” Abigail giggles. “Ok, ok, that isn’t the reason I stopped by. It’s part of the reason. Back off and I’ll explain.”

Dawn reluctantly gives Abigail a few inches of breathing room. Abigail crosses her legs. “It’s no secret I ended a two year relationship with the so called love of my life. To quote a dear friend of mine, Love Makes a Fool of Us All. I’m inclined to agree. In all fairness, I credit a broken heart for the roaring rampage of revenge that led me to the IWC World Heavyweight Championship. In the long run what did being in love ultimately get me? Humiliated. Made a fool of. I did make my mistakes... on average she hurt ME a lot more then I hurt HER. Not here to play the pity game, sweetie. My only agenda is to save you.”


Despite the cold manner in which she delivered the news, Dawn knew behind the wall Abigail built up, her sister is in pain. The same pain she felt when Regan broke off things with her back in 2013. She tilts her head to the side, “I don’t understand.”


Abigail stood up. Walking over to Dawn she places one hand on her right shoulder, “You need a do-over, sweetie.” Abi smirks. “No one is fooled. Your love for Selena is written all over her face. Must be a mind fuck knowing you can’t be with the person you want to be with. I can save you from the struggle. Forsake love. That pesky emotion only leads to heartbreak. Then you become a monster, just, like, me... eh.. Being born in darkness doesn’t help either. Semantics, semantics, semantics.”


Dawn nods, “Abi... Sorry about Willow. I was never a fan. Came across like she did whatever she wants to do, regardless of the consequences. Ideal New Eden material. Relationship material? No. Not a chance. But you love her. That’s what matters. Can you please reconsider going on another... roaring rampage of revenge as you put it?”


Abigail frowns, “Where is the fun in that?”


Dawn smirks, “Who sounds like Britt, now?”


“Got me there.” Abigail giggles. Then sighs. “I’m trying to save you Dawnie from complications you will experience. Fact, you are a different person then you were two years ago when I put in the phonecall to Constance to take you in under her wing. Two years ago, you wore those rose coloured glasses like a soilder. In that span of time, you made moves to ensure your own survival. That’s what this is about, survival. Nothing more, nothing less, sweetie...all about how you play the game. Along the way, I played the game, wrong. I was under the foolish notion I could have it, all. Britt is right.

Abigail shudders, “Meh, hate saying that. Love is a weakness, the only way to cope in a world full of people who fool themselves into believing they are better than you is by embracing the darkness. Forget Selena. Forget Thomas. Those two will only lead you down a rabbit hole there’s no escape from.”


Dawn takes a moment to soak in the well meaning words of her sister. Hugging her sister, she says, “I’m scared that’s already happening. Someone knocked me out, handcuffed me in a bathroom, left a pair a panties in my mouth. Was it Ravyn? Made so much sense to me at the time. Now... I’m not so sure. Regardless to who left me for dead, a horrific event like that changes you.” Dawn pulls away from Abi whose facial expression hasn’t changed one iota,

“Leaving Blood Grove was supposed to solve everything. No more darkness. I could go back to the way things were. I wake up every morning asking myself, who do I trust? How can I function today? Will the nightmares ever go away? Then Atlanta, Georgia happened... I haven’t slept a lot lately. The tag match with Selena forced me to confront an inconvenient truth... I called Deanna Frost a rebound girl who got lucky. Does that sound wonderful to you, Abigail.”

Abigail shakes her head, “Nope.”


“I USED to be a church going, law abiding person. I want so bad to be an inspiration like Captain America. Learning he is a Hydra Agent depresses me. Why do the writers need to be so stupid? Anyways... who am I?”


“Only YOU can decide that. I’m here to help. There is nothing good or bad, thinking makes it so. Stop letting the world define you.”


“So, if I want to ruin Selena and Deanna’s perfect little family, I should? Forget the consequences?”

“Dawnie, there will always be consequences. I’d advise against trying to get Selena back. Love. It’s a bullet through the brain, an arrow through the heart, death, am I forgetting a cliche in there somewhere? Meh, that’s not important. Forgive me.”

“For--” Dawn doesn’t have a chance to finish her sentence. Abigail lodged a needle with an unknown substance into her neck. It doesn’t take long for the contents of the syringe to take effect. Abigail caught Dawn before she fit the floor. Placing her on the bed, Abigail says, “This is the only way you’ll see the truth.”


~~

Dawn wakes up. Immediately she realizes she is safe within the confines of a dream world, it is the only logical explanation. She wakes up handcuffed inside a bathroom, the same bathroom her attacker left her in. It was pointless trying to get herself free from the shackles. So she rests there, nowhere to go, figuring someone would come into the bathroom to set her free. This is a dream, there has to be a point to her being transported to the same location the tragic event occurred. The bathroom door opens. The tiny sliver of hope she felt morphed into rage. A woman with red hair that can easily pass as her doppelganger walks into the bathroom with an icy cold stoic expression written on her face. She bends down to look at her blonde hair counterpart none to pleased to see her. “Your.. or is our sister? She’s a piece of work?”


Dawn snapped back, “I don’t have time for this!”


Red haired Dawn points to the handcuffs keeping her blonde counterpart contained, “You don’t have a choice... Ms. Wonderful.”


Dawn sighs, “Ok. Fine. What do you want?”


“That’s not how the rules of engagement work, sweetheart.”


Dawn screams, “Stop playing games!!”


Her doppelganger shakes her head, “Not my intention to play games, sweetheart. I am a manifestation of your subconscious. It’s my job to steer you in the right direction. Giving you the answers would be pointless. You’re going to need to work for it.”


“Why don’t you tell me to abandon all hope while you’re at it?”


With a smirk on herself, her doppelganger says, “Nope, that’s Mother’s forte.”


Dawn sighs, “Ok, first question, why do you insist on calling Red Rayne, Mother?”


“We’ll always recognize Red as our mother. Our Earthly Mother didn’t nurture us like Red Rayne did. She wasn’t a pillar of strength. Red will always be our Mother. Heartbreaking the World Heavyweight Championship came between a... wonderful thing.”


Dawn arches her eyebrow, “Cute.”


Red haired Dawn smirks, “Ask and you shall receive.”


Sucks feeling helpless inside her own head. Her dreams are supposed to be a safe haven. Lately; she hasn’t felt safe. Alone. Scared. Confused. All those ranging emotions. She shakes off the confusion. Time to think of something, “Alright. Drugging me wasn’t necessary. Abigail wanted me to go through this for a reason. She has a method to her madness. Think Dawn, think... what does Abigail want me to understand?”

Red haired Dawn squats in front of her blonde counterpart. “Schism.”


“Schism?”


“A schism is a division between two separate parties. In our case, your schism is a division between the two sides of yourself.”


“That’s not true. I have a firm handle of who I am. I’m NOT a monster. I will continue doing the right thing.”


Red haired Dawn chuckles, “According to who? Do you know who you really are? Think back to the time you fully embraced the message our Earth Father and Mother brainwashed with. Remember what made you to accept the Word of God as your guideline to a better more prosperous life?


Dawn nods, “The day Brittany went to prison. Brittany could have made a different choice. Putting her ex boyfriend in a coma wasn’t the answer. He was wrong cheating on her. Violence should never be the first resort. Since that day, I wanted to believe following the Bible would keep me in check.. Human nature needs checks and balances. We can’t always act on impulse.”


“So you followed a code to stop yourself from becoming Brittany?”


“... Yes.”


“Is living your entire life based on fear anyway to live? If you ask me, the answer is no. Live a little. Craft your own identity. Don’t worry how the peanut gallery is going to respond? The fans in the arena will go back home to their lives. Your peers backstage will do whatever they want to do on their downtime. Cuties like AJ Helms will lecture you to death. Only one person lives your life, you. That was the point of Mother liberating you from the shackles of your previous life, now, why don’t you take the gift Mother gave you, embrace who you truly are. ”


Dawn looks down to the ground, “I... don’t know who that person is.”


The red haired Dawn pulled out a knife. “In time you’ll figure it out. The road of a thousand miles begins with one single step.”


Dawn should have been afraid. One thing she learned from watching the movie Inception, dying in the dream world means she is destined to wake up. Closing her eyes she prepares herself for what is about to come, the knife being jammed straight into her heart.

~~

Dawn wakes up. She can’t be certain on how much time has elapsed between the moment Abigail drugged her to the time she woke up in the real world. She is too tired to moved. Nice enough Abigail placed her in bed, not the bathroom like she did Sasha. Speaking of Sasha, she looks manages tilt her head in the direction of the bathroom. Putting her mind at ease is seeing Sasha resting comfortably next to her. Shouldn’t Sasha had been up before her is the thought running through her head. At least Sasha was out the bathroom. Dawn looks up at the ceiling replaying the dream that happened. She knows one thing. She can’t go on like this anymore. Whatever route she decides to take, she needs to ensure it’s the right one, not only for her career, but her own survival.



~~ PROMO TIME ~~

Dawn invites the SCW camera crew to one of Toronto’s historic landmarks, the CN (Canadian National) Tower in Ontario. She is in the main pod one thousand, four hundred and sixty four feet off the ground. Her back faces the camera. The back of her head is shielded by a red hood covering her head.


‘Taking Hold of the Flame, for many, represents their golden ticket to main event Rise to Greatness, I don’t blame the forty men and women who feel that way. I would never disrespect the battle royal. So many greats in our sport survived the odds. Syren. My personal waterloo, Kelcey Wallace. My opponent, Ravyn Taylor. Would I love to win Taking Hold of the Flame one year, of course. I wanted too back in two thousand fourteen. The same man who shot his promo from this same tower, Shaun Cruze, beat me a month prior to retain his World Championship. I wanted a rematch. I wanted to main event Greatness. I came up short, why, because I was more focused on watching Selena Frost fulfill her dream of becoming Adrenaline Champion.


Last year I opted to take the fight to Selena and Rachel Foxx. Selena couldn’t make it, Rachel Tatum Lee took her place. Two thousand and thirteen was the year the Cashmere Mafia became the SCW World Tag Team Champions. Me and Keenie shocked the world. No one believed we could beat one of the greatest tag teams in the history of professional wrestling. Through heart. Decidication. And an unquestioned will to win, WE did it, that moment means all the world to me, of course a year before that, I made my SCW debut in the Taking Hold of the Flame match itself.

This pay per view is my homecoming. My SCW Origin Story. The best and not so wonderful moments of my life happened on this platform. This year will be different. You notice the same pattern I do? Twenty fourteen, tag titles. Twenty fifteen, being someone elses cheerleader. Last year, a part of the Blood Grove. For the past three years I have made Taking Hold of the Flame about someone else. I didn’t stand out. I didn’t seize the moment for ME. This year on a stage that means more to me then anyone can realize, I walk into the Air Canada Centre with a chance to make history.

Ravyn’s no stranger to being on the other side of history with me and my family. Her tag team title reign ended by the hand of my sister. She was there when I became World and Women’s Champion on the same night.. At Taking Hold of the Flame, Ravyn will again be on the wrong side of history, to a Lohan no less, when her legendary reign ends on the same stage it began two years ago...


Dawn pauses to allow her words to sink in.


‘Our instant classic at Supreme Saturday, I allowed you to take something from me, my chance to become World Heavyweight Champion, again. We had the match of our lives, both of us fighting to become the number one contender for the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. I wanted my redemption. You wanted your chance to silence perfection. Vixen Cain came down to the ring wanting to hand me a win. I didn’t want it that way, I wanted to beat you ALL by myself. In that moment Ravyn, you did what you do best, take advantage of the situation. A situation I could have used to my advantage. People praised me for doing the right thing. After our match I hopped on Twitter and said congratulations. Job well done, go ahead and beat Perfection. Deep down inside I felt sick. And I felt a whole lot sicker when you choked out Kelcey to become the new SCW World Heavyweight Champion. I was lost. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I questioned myself over and over again, did I do the right thing at Supreme Saturday? Was leaning on the moral center my hypocritical birth parents instilled in me, worth it. Everything that I wanted evaporated before my very eyes. You didn’t feel guilty. You didn’t care at all. You went along your way to take the moment I wanted. No looking back. No, Dawn you were screwed, I’ll make this up to you, instead you forgot about me like Supreme Championship Wrestling. I was a footnote to them during my World Championship reign. I was a footnote to Kelcey too, because in her eyes, I was a placeholder. To you, all you could envision was beating her to prove a goddamn point. To the fans, I was a nice change of pace for a little while. And to my Moth-- I mean Red, she was licking her chops waiting for me to lose so she could compete for a championship she never expressed interest in until I pulled off the impossible. That’s why I challenged you initially Ravyn. I grew irritated by the fact this company, the roster, some of the people I have poured my heart out to over the years saw me as a footnote. I said it leading into my six person tag team match in Mexico. I’m done being forsaken. You’d think one World Championship reign, as short as it was, would put the world on notice. It hasn’t. Back to being business as usual for Dawn Lohan. I plan to change all that at Taking Hold of the Flame.’



‘The SCW United States Championship means everything to you. According to you Ravyn, that belt represents your evolution as a competitor. Holding that title for as long as you have has erased the stigma of Ravyn Taylor, Tag Team Wrestler, Cheerleader, Victim. Being the United Champion has changed your life for the better. I understand that. Every other person who tried taking the championship away from you underestimated how much the title means. They viewed it as a trinket. Second tier. A championship you are holding to bide your time until you possibly become the World Heavyweight Champion, again. I get it. The SCW Women’s Championship means the same thing to me. No, I am not going as far as to say the belt is my baby. The Women’s Championship is the first singles title I won in SCW. I felt like crap when I lost the belt to first time. I have never spoken about this, the time is appropriate. Losing the Women’s Championship at Retribution... a apart of me died. I didn’t want the reign to end. I have nothing in my life honestly. I have distanced myself from the people who consider me a friend. I opted to travel down this dusty trail, alone. The Women’s Championship gave me purpose. The title gave me a sense of identity. Sienna took that from me. I opted to move on. I still feel that was the right decision. You never forget how losing something you value more than anything in this world makes you feel. I had no idea what I was going to do next. What was my next step going to be, there was no going back to the division. I was mature enough to walk away.



Now Dawn turns around. Her hair is well hidden from sight, her face remains stoic. All we can make out is the cold intensity her eyes radiate.


This Sunday I want YOU to feel the same emptiness. The same despair. When you look up at the ceiling wondering where it all went wrong, you’ll know exactly how I felt back in March when MY symbol was ripped away from me!’


Dawn momentarily closes her eyes. Feeling enough silence has passed, she reopens them with her cold, intense stare intact.


‘In 1519, Hernando Cortes took an army with him to modern day, Mexico. His army was outnumbered. It would have been easy to hop back on the boats that brought them there, Hernando believed one thousand percent his army could overtake The Mayans. So he lit fire to all the ships that brought them there. He turned to his men who were in disbelief, with all the confidence in the world he said, we either win or we all die. There is no turning back. Inspired by that speech, Hernando Cortes pulled off a great victory. His name is etched in stone. His willingness to remove all avenues to escape is used as a metaphor today to capture a picture of one hundred percent commitment. I am one hundred percent committed to the challenge. By NOT participating in Taking Hold of the Flame, there is no Plan B for me at Rise to Greatness. Either I become the United States Champion or I walk into Rise to Greatness not knowing what lays ahead. Unlike you I have no choice. I need to win. You could possibly win the battle royal again like you did last year. How sweet would it be for you to win Taking Hold of the Flame back to back years? As much as the United States Championship means to you, Ravyn, you need the challenge. You need to over exert yourself to ensure you are entertained. That’s why I believe it’s possible you left me unconscious in the bathroom. And how going out of your way to find the person who allegedly framed you is all part of a new game you’re playing. Would I put it past you, no, not really. Like I said on Breakdown a few days ago, the truth about who left me in a bathroom handcuffed with panties shoved into my mouth... justice can be served later.


All I know for sure is Atlanta, Georgia minds me what I NEED to do. I have fought a battle my entire life. People have accused me of always changing, not knowing who I am. To a degree they are right. My name is Dawn Lohan and my family is... complicated. Brittany takes great pride feeding into the darkness. I didn’t meet my half sister Abigail until a couple years ago, she loves to embrace the dark side. People call them sociopaths. I know for a fact I’m not. I shouldn’t have to worry about being a monster. All of you have known me as the happy go lucky, shouting WONDERFUL DAY, trying to be a beacon of light. I didn’t want to take the route of my sisters. I wanted to be different. You have all seem my journey. I latched onto to Trinity Street, some would call her a sociopath. I became the daughter of Red Rayne, another person you people would attach the sociopath label to. Everything happens for a reason. My reason was to fight this schism within me. Between good and bad. Dark and light. Trying as hard as I can to do what I feel is right. It wasn’t the company that held me back. It has been me the entire time. This inner battle between what I built myself to be and the woman who you briefly saw as a member of Blood Grove. Winning my own inner battle is important. At Supreme Saturday I chose the light. I wanted to win the match out of a misplaced sense of fairness. I need to let go. I need to do the right thing... for me. What is the right thing for me is simple, whatever it takes to win the match.

I am NOT a monster. I am NOT a sociopath, I can’t pretend I abide one thousand percent to an honour code. The idealist died in me a long time ago, honour doesn’t pay the bills. Doesn’t always win you championships. I became a dual champion in one night by doing whatever it took to climb the ladder. I accept all stages of my evolution, while I may not be Perfect. Or Flawless. Or willing to tell you to Abandon All Hope.. my name is Dawn Lohan. And I will be whoever I need to be to come out on top.

Winning is all that matters, Ravyn. You would be hypocritical to begrudge me for that.


Dawn smirks.


I am not held back by the desire to be the beacon of hope Supreme Championship Wrestling needs, anymore. I am not held back by a desire to craft my entire being based off what I don’t want to become. I am not held back by the desire to enforce someone else's agenda. My agenda is my own. May 29th will represent the day I am liberated from everything that has held me back in the past. Being placed in a self imposed box is not wonderful. Living up to the standards someone else has placed on you? Not wonderful either. Maybe those people were right in the past, all I cared about is how I was perceived. No one understood the schism I fought inside me. I am willing to embrace the schism. I am not afraid anymore to step into my destiny.

I remember how this all began, me driven by a desire not to be forsaken, forgotten, treated as an afterthought. My reason for wanting to become United States Champion is still the same. Being locked in the bathroom only reawakened the demon in me. I will embrace everything, darkness, light, hope and despair. This is a match I can’t afford to lose. So do you understand now what you are up against, Ravyn? I don’t think you do. You won’t until it’s too late.

Embrace despair, Ravyn. I am the only one leaving Taking Hold of the Flame with... HOPE.



... with that Dawn removes the hood from her head revealing she replaced her blonde locks with the fiery red hair that defined her once upon a time. She turns her back to the camera to enjoy the view as scene fades on that note.
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Not a direct sequel to the THotF one (since I tried to keep them a bit separated as I have no idea what order they’ll be judged in) but most definitely occurs after. A few elements of the previous RP are alluded to. Also, another very special guest star appears, with permission (and cast pic) from their handler.

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