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| T Valentine & D Lohan vs. Abheri & Lawson; Television Title Eliminator | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 11 2017, 04:38 AM (138 Views) | |
| Team Desire | Mar 11 2017, 04:38 AM Post #1 |
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SCW's Queen of Queens/The Goddess of Desire
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Television Championship Eliminator Winning Team will have next two opportunities – they determine order Tommy Valentine & Dawn Lohan vs. Kara Abheri & Shane Lawson 2 RP limit for singles; 4 RP per team (2 per character) Deadline: Noon ET Wednesday, March 15, 2017 |
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| Thomas Valentine | Mar 15 2017, 06:03 AM Post #2 |
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Hero No More
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OOC: Had something different in mind for this but I've been having trouble sleeping the past few nights so had to change plans as I couldn't focus enough to type what I wanted to. Regardless, enjoy ![]() "Funeral Ball" |
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| Dawn Lohan | Mar 15 2017, 07:45 AM Post #3 |
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Closure... that was the main theme heading into Retribution. The least volatile of the conclusion to a major event was A Shot of Adrenaline. The three month tournament spanning over two pay per views and multiple Breakdowns saw a peaceful end. The carnage that took place during the main event, put the final nail in the coffin of the Blake Mason, Kelcey Wallace, the story did not end the way most SCW fans wanted. The Blake and Bree Experience escaped with the ‘W.’ But there was another match that took place inside a cage. That war involved a faction that Dawn Lohan had been dealing with for five months. Grant it, she has dealt with Alexis Quinne for years, this time around was different. This was the first time she felt the entire force of the band of friends Alexis put together. Thank goodness she had the likes of Tommy Valentine, Kennedy Street, Jake Starr and Ravyn Taylor on her side. In the end, a very controversial one, resulting in PUNK HAZARD falling due a traitor from within. His name is Dante McCaffrey. And for reasons only known to him, he entered last in the match to set the table up for Team SCW to come out on top. Was it the closure Dawn Lohan wanted? In an ideal world she would have preferred there not to be the questionable actions of Dante McCaffrey. Dawn expected, like everyone else, for the battle to come down to the ten people locked inside the cage to ride and die by their teammates. As Dawn has come to accept over the recent months, life is unexpected, so what the match didn’t follow the path she envisioned, all that matters is she was the one to score the pinfall on Alexis. She was the one to cement the victory for Team SCW. And now with the dust clear, the war was over. But the aftermath of Tactical Warfare would only pick up from there. Dawn knows there is one piece of business that needs to be addressed before a full fledge moving on is possible. She needed to check on her best friend, Sasha Denning. For five months Sasha was caught in the crossfire. Dawn always insisted to Sasha to follow her heart, chose the path she wanted to take to make her dreams come truth, even if that path led her to the MAX class PUNK HAZARD alumni Alexis Quinne and Christy Matthews were responsible for spearheading. Dawn knew it was tough for Sasha. Their living situation was challenged when Dawn felt it was best that Sasha move out because she served as a reminder of the war. Both friends decided that wasn’t the way they wanted to part ways, so Sasha stayed. Dawn found a way to deal with things. Hopefully with Tactical Warfare in the books, the hope is their lives can return to a sense of normalcy. After Dawn was looked over by the trainer and she stayed to watch the rest of the pay per view hoping Kelcey and Selena put the metaphorical final nail in the Blake and Bree Experience that never came to pass, she was driven back to the hotel. She wasn’t feeling well enough to drive, understandable since she was the second person to enter the cage, being thrown around by Grundy wasn’t a pleasant experience. With a little assistance, she made her way back to her room. Opening the door, she walked in to see Sasha sitting on the bed with a stoic expression on her face. The young woman made the trip to Texas. She wanted to be there for the conclusion of the war whether Dawn won or less. Dawn joins Sasha on the bed. She wraps her arm around Sasha’s shoulder. “Are you okay, Sasha?” Sasha nods while looking down at the floor. “I am... shouldn’t I be the one asking you if you’re okay? You’re the one who went through a hellacious match.” “It couldn’t have been easy watching Dante turn his back on Alexis. Don’t hold back how much Alexis means to you on my account. Tell me the truth, are you okay?” Sasha shakes her head. “I don’t understand. Why would Dante stab her in the back? What did Alexis ever do to him? I want to let her know everything is going to be alright.” After a few moments of silence, Sasha pulls her head up to look at Dawn. “You probably don’t want to hear any of this...” Dawn cuts Sasha off, “I know what it’s like to have a people in your life betray your trust. What Alexis is going through I understand one hundred percent completely. I wouldn’t wish that on my own worst enemy. But what happened tonight doesn’t change my feelings about her one bit. For three years I tolerated her existence. For the past five months she put my on the shelf, she ordered PUNK HAZARD to cause chaos in my career every step of the way. That animosity doesn’t fade away overnight, Sasha. My history with Alexis isn’t your concern. My only concern right now is you.this isn’t about me. Alexis has a special place in your heart. It’s okay. Don’t shy away from expressing your feelings.” Sasha smiles brightly hearing Dawn say those words. Dawn felt she needed to drive that point home to Sasha. She wasn’t going to allow her dislike for Alexis screw with their friendship like it almost did when she was tempted to make the rash decision to kick Sasha out of her beach house. She is rewarded for her kindness with Sasha hugging her as tightly as she could. “Thanks, Dawnie.” Dawn grimienced, still feeling the pain shot through her body from the match she competed in over an hour ago. Sasha, now realizing this, releases Dawn from her vice grip. “Sorry” Dawn smiles through the discomfort. “That’s fine. Nothing a few days of rest won’t solve.” “Alexis is rough around the edges. She doesn’t always go about things the right way. I have seen how her eyes light up when she’s training me and the rest of the MAX students. I hope she continues with WORLD HAZARD, she did provide a platform for some of the wrestlers who competed to get jobs later on. I don’t blame you for not seeing it. There is good in Alexis. I hated that you two needed to fight. Both of you stood for what you believe in. And that’s a trait both of you have in common. You may not want to hear that, ever. Trust me on this one, okay?” “I’m putting Alexis Quinne behind me. Nothing else left to say. For her sake she should learn from her mistakes. She hasn’t shown me the entire time we’ve worked together that she is capable of learning. Is she a solid performer? Yes. Showing she won’t repeat the same mistake that led her to this moment? I doubt it. That’s her cross to bare, not mine. It’s over on my end Sasha. I want to go bed now.” The exhaustion from the night finally knocks Dawn down for the count. She lays down. Scooting herself further up the bed she says, “Go find Alexis. She’ll appreciate seeing another friendly face.” Sasha’s eyes widen. “You don’t mind?” Dawn shakes her head, “Nope, not at all. See how she’s doing. She needs a friend.” Sasha leans in to kiss Dawn on the forehead. “Thanks Dawnie, you’re the best.” “Ahem, wonderful” Dawn says playfully. Dawn doesn’t notice Sasha grinning from ear to ear. “Of course.” Dawn grabs Sasha’s hand. “Love you Sasha. And I’m sorry you felt you were in the middle of all this.” Sasha nods, “Love you too, Dawnie. Please, don’t apologize. I’m just glad this is over.” Fatigue finally won. Dawn closes her eyes with full intention of getting a good nights sleep... It’s been awhile since she has been able to rest this easy. .A good eight hours past as Dawn wakes up in the morning. She is not fresh as a daisy... the adrenaline from last night finally wore off. She is experiencing discomfort in places she never knew existed. The Tactical Warfare had lived up to its name last night, how many years she thought she had left mentally she subtracted a couple years off her tentative retirement date. She briefly questioned if she was going to live a normal life post wrestling, was she going to be able to have children, would she be able to go about everyday activities in the same manner, noticing her thought were running away from her, Dawn took a deep breath, centering her mind on the present. She has been doing a better job of not allowing her mind to get the best of her. A small part of herself still wonders was the exertion she put her body through worth it in the grand scheme. With a smile she knew the answer... yes. Yes it was, there is no debate. Through the muckiness, she manages to pull herself up enough so she can lean against the headrest. “About time you woke up. Saves me from dousing you in ice water.” The voice that catches Dawn’s attention isn’t Sasha’s. Under normal circumstances waking up to a voice that wasn’t in the room the previous night would startle anyone, not Dawn. This isn’t the first time the owner of the voice has pulled a stunt like this. The owner of the voice? Brittany Lohan. Dawn look at Britt who is sitting on a chair with a bucket of ice water across from her. Dawn’s eyes widen realizing Britt was serious about pouring ice water on her. A slight chuckle escapes Dawn. “Lucky me.” Britt, who rarely shows emotion, allowed a cashmere smile to form on her face. “Congratulation, kid. The witch is dead.” Dawn shakes her head. No shock to her Brittany finds sadistic pleasure in the downfall of Alexis Quinne. “She’ll be back. Can’t keep people like her down.” “Maybe.” Brittany shrugs. “Watching her world come crashing down made me feel a twinge of excitement.” “I bet Matty enjoys your excitement.” “He better.” Brittany smirks. “Sex is better when I’m getting off on the suffering of others.” Not wanting Brittany to get too carried away as she is prone to do with her sex talk, she implores her sister, “Can we change the subject?” Brittany raises an eyebrow, “Hush, you’re not a prude. Stop acting like one.” “Sorry, I don’t want the image of Quinne’s world crashing down turning you on and having sex with Matty. Not what I wanted to wake up too.” Brittany points to the ice bucket, “Would you rather me douse you with ice water?” One more time Dawn pleads with her sister, “No more sex talk, please?” Brittany sighs, “Not going to ask me how I got in here?” “What’s there to figure out? Sasha let you in or she didn’t come back last night and you picked the lock. I don’t care. Just glad I’m not alone.” “Getting laid is optional.” Chuckling, Dawn says, “You did see what I went through last night?” Brittany tilts her head to the side, “So.” Dawn shrugs, “Not everyone is built like a sherman tank like you. Us normal people need a couple days to recover.” Brittany blinks, “All I’m hearing are excuses.” Dawn sighs. “So what brings you by, other than basking in the humiliation of Alexis Quinne.” “For starters, I love you.” Brittany cracks a grin. “Watching you put the final nail in her coffin is what a Lohan is all about. We handle business. You handled yours. Well done. I should tell you that more often. Now I am. Joy to the world, PUNK HAZARD is dead. No more. Gone. I’m jealous of you, exactly. Why didn’t you call me? I would have loved to be on your team. Could have replaced Ravyn, I don’t know. Anyway... there is no time to waste. What’s next?” “Getting to a hot tub sounds like a wonderful idea.” “Career wise, Dawnie. What is the next step in your career?” “I want Vixen Cain. However, I’m prepared for SCW management to give the opportunity to someone else. That wouldn’t set right with me. It should be me who takes the World Championship from him after last year. But it’s not up to me.” Dawn says resigned the realization there are multiple people who have a claim for a World Championship match in the future. “ I’m not going to force SCW’s hand. At the end of the day, management will come to a decision. If I get the call, fine. If not, I’ll respect it. I’m not going to stress out if things don’t go my way.” “Cool.” “That’s it? Cool?” Dawn says in a matter that she doesn’t trust that her sister is going to leave it at that. “No telling me I need to burn SCW to the ground?” “Would you listen to me if I told you that?” Dawn shakes her head, “Well, no, of course not.” Brittany nods, “There you go. Do you.” “Britt... can I ask you something?” Brittany nods. Dawn pushes forward. “I’m glad you took part of Collision Course. Wish you and Abigail didn’t keep it a secret from me, I would have tried to be at the show. Anyway, why did you return? You were always so adamant about not returning to the ring. Never believed you. Just curious, why?” Brittany cracks her knuckles. “Beating people up is what I do. I’m not Susie homemaker. I’m not Ms. Social Butterfly on social media like some people...” Brittany rolls her eyes. “I am a war machine. Simple. End of story. I need to feel someones skull against my fist. Gives my life meaning. You’re not me. Burning the world to the ground is not the Dawn Lohan way. Just like screwing with people's heads is not the Dawn Lohan’s way. That’s Abigail’s m.o.” “What is mine, exactly?” “Being wonderful?” Britt coldly smirks. “You say it eighty times a day.” Dawn rolls her eyes, “I do not!” “Abigail counted.” “We both know Abigail is the Queen of Exaggeration.” “True. Everyone abuses one word. Perfect. Flawless. GOOD. So why not? Make wonderful into your band. It already is. Might as well embrace it fully.” “I’d rather focus on getting into that nice soothing hot tub.” “Okay. I’ll be here if you need anything.” Dawn slides out of bed. She doesn’t care how banged up she feels, she needs to hug her sister, “Thanks Britt.” Brittany, not one for the displays of affection, hugs Dawn back. “This is what sisters are supposed to do?” “Wonderful Sisters.” “Eh, lets not go too far.” As expected Dawn laughs. Brittany didn't find the humor in it but what else is new. Dawn eventually did manage to find her way to the hot tub, and it was wonderful, obviously. == One match at a time. As boring as that sounds, that’s my mindset going into Breakdown. But before I talk about my match, I can’t ignore the elephant in the room. PUNK HAZARD is dead. Wonderful right? I’ll give Alexis Quinne credit. She fought her heart out. She put her body on the line several times during the match to give PUNK HAZARD a chance to win. I don’t like her. I doubt I ever will. Being as objective as I can, she proved she does care about the band of misfits she put together. So it is no surprise to me that her arrogance led to her downfall. History has stated many times, all empires fall. And they usually crumble from within. Egos get in the way, people decide they have their own agenda. Alexis made the mistake of believing her empire was immune to history. Did I expect Dante to be the Judas in PUNK HAZARD? Didn’t give it a second thought. So when he laid them out I knew that was my chance to seize my moment to pin Alexis. Opportunistic? Yes, of course. I needed to be the one to close it out. After what she put Tommy through. After she dragged Kennedy into this. After the carnage she caused the SCW roster, for Alexis being an opportunistic at Hell Hath No Fury when she pinned me after Syren was the one to give me the kill shot, I don’t feel sorry for taking advantage of the Judas in her camp. So it’s over, it’s finally over. All I ask is one thing. We can celebrate. We can breath a sigh of relief. We deserve that. There is a tendency from you fans to look at us as heroes. For months the perception of PUNK HAZARD was they were evil. It’s true the collective didn’t care about the wellbeing or safety of the people they were spray painted, ganged up on, my only request is not to look at me as a hero. I stood by my friends, there is nothing heroic about that. Anyone who has friends would have done the same thing. Alexis tried butchering Tommy’s legacy. She tried using strength in numbers to do that. I stood along by him. I did what any good friend would do. The natural course of action led me down this road. I am not a hero. Firefighters. The men and women of the armed forces. They are the real heroes. We’re professional wrestlers. That’s it. Speaking of heroes, or paragons... natural segway to one of my opponents. Hey Kara. No secret I’ve been around the block in this company. You are not the first person to pose themselves as a beacon of light we should all look up to. The fans choose me once upon a time. I never, at any point come out to claim the hero mantle. The fans saw me as that because I expressed an interest in doing the right thing, even when doing the right thing got my ass kicked on more than one occasion. I didn’t come out saying I am a Paragon of Wrestling. Who does that? Are you aware of the implications of calling yourself that? We have more than enough people in the company who stand for truth, justice and the american way, do we truly need another? Even those people that do stand up for what’s right aren’t giving themselves a name that puts the entire weight of the world on their shoulder. If someone is brazen enough to do that, they better be able to stand up to the pressure. I’m not sure you can, Kara. Credit where credit is due, at Retribution you did put up one hell of a fight. I knew you would. As a competitor, you have more than proven over the years, especially here in Supreme Championship Wrestling that you are full of heart. No one can take that away from you. I am not doubting the fight you are going to put up when we finally meet. I mentioned earlier how I don’t want to be looked up to as a hero. The role I played fighting PUNK HAZARD was not out of some grand ambition of mine to be a savior to SCW. I stood by Tommy. I wanted to make things right with Kennedy after feeling I failed her at Hell Hath No Fury. I have no desire to be a Paragon of Wrestling. That’s exactly what you aspire to be, a Paragon. Being one means a lot to you, I should know, you are no stranger to my sister. You two have competed in the same circles, I did my own independent research to. I’m not going to delve too much into that history, know that I’m aware of it. But what I will point out is the pressure you’re under. You love comics, correct? An example of a Paragon would be Superman. He also served as a symbol so we would be inspired to help ourselves and not be so dependant on others. And that is what is a paragon supposed to be. The people you consider Paragons of Wrestling, they were inspirations. They did right by the business. It was their grace, their professionalism, their hard work that made those men inspirations to you... with all due respect, you are not living up to that reputation. It is one thing to carry the banner of people you were inspired by, it’s another to fall short of it. From what I’ve observed you’re easily rattled. Sienna and Regan have proven that. Your constant mood swings, until you get that under control, will be a detriment. Not exactly Paragon-like Kara. But it also makes me question can you handle living up to that reputation. I’ll take this a step further. Can you handle Supreme Championship Wrestling? This company is the pinnacle of professional wrestling without question. There is no doubt you are good enough to compete here. But are you good enough to survive here, Kara? Are you mentally tough enough to bounce back from setback after setback after setback? When things don’t go your way, how are you going to react? For five months I was pushed around by PUNK HAZARD. Numerous times they stormed my matches. Every night I had to look over my shoulder not knowing if they were going to strike. What is the worst thing you’ve been through since you’ve gotten here? Sienna said a few mean things to you. Regan attacked your boyfriend. You haven’t exactly suffered in this company. Every time something bad happens you wig out. You puff your chest. You act like the big bad wolf. You pack a lot of bite, how has that worked out for you? You lost to Sienna and Regan. And trust me, the other sharks in this company are paying attention. They will feast on that. If you’re going to make a weakness so blatant, why not exploit it? There will come a moment in our match when the opportunity presents itself to strike. Against two former World Champions, that’s a recipe for disaster. You want to aspire to be a Paragon, that’s on you. You want to be an inspiration to the masses? That’s your choice, Kara. I am here to win. I want my career back after the five months of frustration I escaped from. If people want to look up to me, so be it. It’s not goal. It’s not my ambition. Retribution I played my part to hit the reset button. I’m not letting someone who can’t manage her own emotions stand in me and Tommy’s way. We can’t ignore the fact this week holds special meaning for you. For weeks you have been more than forthcoming about your connection to Shane Lawson. We know the story. He was your boss in the now defunct VWA. He is one of your oldest friends. He believes in you. I noticed the way you reacted when Regan did a number on your boyfriend. Nice to see you found happiness outside the ring, it was getting depressing there for awhile. I log into my account. Another sad meme. Reality television on Twitter. But you finally did it, out of nowhere I’m assuming, you and Shane found each other. If this was a soap opera we would all be cheering. Nothing beats a great romance. I mean this from the bottom of my heart it’s a wonderful thing. If Shane brightens up your day, wonderful. Here is the thing Kara, as wonderful as your storybook relationship is, it’s not going to translate to career success, not this week. That’s the nature of any match, someone has to fail in order for someone to succeed. And it’s nothing personal, truly, it isn’t. Considering what me and Tommy have been through with PUNK HAZARD, losing to you two would be a step back. We fought too hard to reset the course of our careers, we won’t let all the months we spent battling them go to waste to set the table for the newest couple on the scene to have their shining moment. This match doesn’t represent hope for the two of you. This unique set of circumstances is one step closer to me and Tommy to earn the right to challenge for the Television Championship. And for me to move one step closer to knocking one more championship off the Supreme Championship wish list. I would say a new dawn approaches... this isn’t about me. It’s about me and Tommy. He’s the New Standard. I’m Ms. Wonderful. And together we will set a Wonderful Standard. Wonderful Standard? Could be our tag name. I like it. |
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| Kara Abheri | Mar 15 2017, 10:59 AM Post #4 |
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[align=center]~~~~~~~~~~Sunday, March 13th. New Orleans, Louisiana.~~~~~~~~~~[/align] After her wholly embarrassing defeat at the hands of Regan Street, Kara had returned home, with Amy and Shane Lawson, to lick her wounds. It had been yet another disappointing loss for the Paragon of Wrestling in string of disappointing losses, But this was worse somehow. Probably because she felt like she'd failed. It wasn't even that she'd lost, so much as that she had picked this fight and she had lost. Shane had asked her not to do it, Amy had known better than to do the same, and had instead had helped her train. And yet the fact remained that she had failed. Failed to defend the only two people in the world she cared about as much as she cared about her kid. That was where the sting of it was. Failing Shane. She hadn't fought for him in the Volatile War, so she hadn't had to suffer that before. As a result, she'd spent the last few days as a moody, unsettled mess. She'd never worried before about disappointing him. Jumping the gun, sure. Not being wild or sexy enough, of course. But never had she worried not being good enough. But in true Kara style; instead of actually talking to anyone, she just ruminated silently. She let the doubts percolate in her mind until her feelings were like her morning coffee or Darth Vader- big, strong and on the dark side. That feeling that had started so small and insignificant had started to take up a lot of mental real estate, and even days removed from her defeat, she felt like she was walking through quicksand in any effort to escape it. So when Regan had started gloating on Twitter, instead of rising above like she'd wanted to… Kara did something she wasn't proud of- she gave in to the dark thoughts. She let herself get mad. She felt the anger burning up her brain so intensely that it was almost a physical sensation, after saying some wholly un-Kara-like things in response to Regan's tweets for the world to see, she had to take a step back to cool down. It was 8am on Sunday, and Kara ordinarily wouldn't mind staying in bed and basking in the attention of her boyfriend, but right now? She didn't want him to touch her lest he feel how distracted she was and work out that she was slipping. So instead she pulled on her fleece bathrobe, grabbed the laundry hamper from her room, and some clothes that had been strewn about the night before in aid of… nocturnal physical activity and headed downstairs to the laundry room with Percy, her beloved pug hot on her heels. The laundry room was Kara's safe space. Whenever she felt like she needed to restore order to her universe, she found laundry to do, and if on the off chance that in a household of five to six people there was none to do, she had been known to pretend things were dirty just to wash them. She wasn't proud of that… but with Shane staying with her again, she had an as yet untapped resource of things to wash so it was unnecessary. As she was separating lights and darks the excitable dog was bouncing around her legs, yipping and circling towards the cupboard where the dog and cat food were kept. She bent to pet Percy absently on the head. Not yet, bubba. Give mummy a minute, And once I get a load on I'll get you some brekkie. She straightened and started to load the machine with light clothes, tutting quietly at the noisy pug as his demands got more vocal. Normally she would have fed the dog first, And she hated to mess with his routine, but the need to accomplish something, anything immediately was all but a compulsion at this point. She'd failed too much already, and she needed this. Laundry was something she could get right. Percy jumped again, and his sharp little claws scratched Kara's bare legs, making her yelp. She swung around and shook a finger at the dog as she shouted: KNOCK IT OFF, PERCY! She winced at the sound of her own voice, even as the dog yelped and tore ass out of the laundry room. The sound of her precious fur baby crying as he ran away from her cut her deep. She wasn't this angry thing, it wasn't like her at all. She didn't like the way rage like this burned her insides up. It was very rarely that something got her this worked up, the last time was two years ago, in fact. When Travis Daniels had tried to get full custody of Samantha. That man had broken her in a lot of ways, but not so badly that she hadn't been able to put herself back together. Even Connor had never made her this kind of angry. He'd still broken her heart, but it was a sad break, not a angry one. She heard movement, heavy fast steps in the kitchen. Shane: Kara!? She fought the urge to hide in the corner, instead standing her ground as he rounded the corner in gym shorts and a plain, old white t shirt. He was worried, that much was clear. The entire time they'd been dating, he hasn't heard her raise her voice or lose her temper. He closed the distance between them and his frown deepened. Shane: What happened? Is Percy ok? She shakes her head, and holds out her hands, bewildered and close to tears. She could hardly believe she yelled at her dog. Hell, she didn't believe it at all. She choked back a hiccuppy sob. Shane: Kare? Kara: I dunno. I scared him, And he ran. I shouldn't have yelled. Shane frowns and approaches her cautiously. She tilts her head, confused, as he picks her up and sets her on the counter beside the washing machine and dryer. He holds out a hand in the same “don't move” gesture he used last month when Kara had had her last emotional fit. Shane: Sit. Stay. Kara was too tense to find humour in Shane's little joke about dog obedience, And instead just sat, stunned, on the benchtop where he placed her. Shane shook his head and disappeared into the house, whistling for the dog and calling him back. Percy eyed him from under the table with caution, but Shane hunkered down into a crouch outside the kitchen and waited patiently for the dog to come in his own time. Shane: Come on, little guy. Come on. There's a treat in it for you. At the mention of treats, the pug’s little curled tail started to wag at full speed. Shane reached down to pet the dog and rub his ears, before scooping him up into his arms and giving him a comforting squeeze. Shane: That's good. That's a good dog. Let's go see your mom, huh? The Canadian started back towards the laundry room with the dog still in his arms, bending to grab a strip of doggy jerky from the jar so Kara could give it to the dog as a peace offering. He offered Kara the strip of dried meat, and she held it in her lap while speaking softly to the dog and petting his head and shoulders with her free hand. Kara: I'm so sorry baby boy. I didn't mean it. Mummy’s not mad at you. When the dog all but lunged out of Shane's arms to lick her face, she knew that she was forgiven. She lifted the piece of jerky to the pug’s flat little face and he gladly accepted, slobbering a little as he tried to fit the whole 15 centimeters in his little jowl enclosed mouth. Shane smiled and set the dog back on the floor. Kara moved to slide off the counter, but as he straightened, Shane gently nudged her back with a flat hand. Shane: We're not done yet. Kara frowns and settles back on the bench, wiping her face on her sleeve. Shane looks at her, concerned, though Kara assumes it's disappointment. Shane: What the he'll was that? Yelling at Percy? Kara: I don't know what happened. I was just trying to get the washing done and he wouldn't leave me alone and he scratched me and I totally lost it. As soon as I heard myself say it I wanted to take it back. She looked up at him, her eyes all wishy washy and a slight quiver in her lip. He sighed and squeezed her shoulders. Shane: That isn't you. You'd never tell at that dog. You treat him like your other baby. She nodded. He was right, she'd always spoiled Percy. The two of them has been together 8 years. Aside from Shane himself, Percy was her oldest friend that she still was close with. He really was like her first child. Shane let one of his hands move up to stroke the back of her neck and leaned in, not too close but close enough that even speaking softly his words were clear over the rumble of the washing machine. Moments like this Kara honestly thought that no one would believe that this man who was so gentle and caring with her was the same man who had almost lost his mind over the loss of his company. Shane: What happened this morning? Kara: Stupid Regan… she said the most horrible things on twitter. She was gloating. She was hideous. She said… Shane laid his right hand over both of hers, his left hand still lightly stroking the back of her neck. Shane: What did she say that was bad enough to do this? Kara: I have taken a lot of shit over my career, Shane. In ten years I've had to listen to all sorts of enraging rubbish. From Travis. From McCloud. She saw Lawson’s jaw twitch at the mention of the men that had almost driven her crazy. She turned her hands under his so she could squeeze his fingers. Kara: Nothing either of them had done had made me feel as sick as Regan had when she’d claimed they were alike. I'm nothing like Regan Helms. Shane: That's right. You're better than her. You're better than anyone I know. She shakes her head. Kara: Don't say that. Shane: But it's true. And I'm not letting you leave this room until you accept it. Nothing Regan says is true. She twists everything to suit herself. Amy warned me before I faced her and I know she warned you, too. You did so well at Retribution, I thought you'd managed to escape that. Kara: How can you be so sure of me? Or what I'm made of? Shane: Because in the time we've known each other, I watched you grow into this person. I had great seats for the origin story, Kara. You're in the next chapter now. The one where everyone knows you're a superhero. Where they already know that you're the best at what you do. Kara felt her cheeks burn and she tried to think of a way to act nonchalant at the compliment, but just at that moment the washing machine clicked off at the end of its cycle. Saved by the bell, literally, as the machine chimed musically. She tried to move to unload it, but Shane stopped her, opting to unload the machine himself. He looks puzzled at finding some of his things mingled in with Kara's and Sam's. Shane: You're doing my laundry? Kara: Well, yeah… Shane: You really don't have to do that. Kara: It bothers you? Shane: Well, not exactly. But I don't need a maid. Kara: I like it. It's honestly fine. She gives him a little hint of a smile, reassuring him that she's not doing it out of obligation. Lawson narrows his eyes slightly and gives her a perplexed, but amused look. Shane: You're very strange. She smiles at him, the first proper smile she's managed since getting up this morning, and he reaches up to push her unbrushed hair away from her face. He returns the smile. Shane: There she is. He tangles his fingers in her hair and pulls her close to kiss her. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, and as the kiss breaks she buries her face against his neck and lets him hold her. She was the first to admit that sometimes she needed to be snapped back to the real world, but not every reality check was as pleasant as his kiss had been. They stayed there in the laundry room for a long time, her sitting on the counter and him standing barefoot in front of her, cuddling and taking languid kisses, until a familiar voice cut into their seclusion. Amy: Is nothing sacred with you two? Laughing, Shane grabbed a t-shirt from the pile of dirty clothes and flung it towards Amy where she stood in the door. Kara’s face was buried against Shane's shoulder to drown the embarrassed giggles, but even “hiding” there she heard Amy squawk and laugh. Kara: Oh quit it. We haven't defiled your laundry. [align=center]~~~~~~~~~~On camera~~~~~~~~~~[/align] Kara Abheri sits on the edge of her bed and waves at the camera before turning it slightly to the side to show Shane Lawson looking right at home in the carved wooden throne with it's high back and blue velvet upholstery. The former owner of VWA smirks at the audience before Kara turns the camera back to herself. Kara: Hi Dawny, Thomas. An informal greeting, but Kara was never much the kind to stand on ceremony. She sighs, almost regretfully. Kara: You guys have found yourselves in a rather unfortunate position. At Retribution, in Tactical Warfare, you and the rest of your team had an incredible showing. Dante’s little sneaky tricks and the subsequent implosion of Punk Hazard can't take away what you two helped achieve that night. Can it? It might not have been a fairy tale ending; But really? Who gets a proper fairy tale ending in this day and age? She smiles off to the side of view, where Shane is seated and can be heard chuckling under his breath. His woman had jokes. Back to focusing on the task at hand, she forces her mouth into a pensive line briefly. Kara: I've been a damsel in distress plenty of time in my career, and in my life. I hate being that girl. No one wants to be the person in peril, to be relegated to a supporting part in someone else’s story. But do you wonder if, with all the drama that embroiled Tactical Warfare- from Kennedy Street’s powerful redemption story, to Jake Starr’s ego, to the largest and most destructive factions in the whole of SCW cannibalizing itself- do you wonder if maybe all your hard work was somehow… auxiliary? Like maybe you were just propping up the other major players in that game? Did you ever feel like, maybe, you were the bit parts? Cinderella’s Fairy Godmother and the pumpkin? If you did, I doubt anyone would blame you. But no one would blame you for being annoyed at being overshadowed by all the other narratives at play that night in that match. You need to remember that you fought hard, And as a team you succeeded. That's what mattered at Retribution. Kara smirks a little: a filthy habit, picked up from either Amy or Shane. Kara: I had my own story to tell that night at the Pay-Per-View. I had quite an intimidating dragon lady to slay in the guise of Regan Helms. I know I wasn't expecting a white knight to ever come rescue me. I got myself into that mess when I tried to do all the rescuing myself. I went into that match, hoping to slay the Hellbeast and emerge victorious, having defended my friends and my kingdom honourably. Now, I may not have captured that victory that I wanted, but I did fight with honour. Regan tried her best to bait me, she even had Mikaela there to try to force my hand- but despite their best efforts, I wouldn't allow myself to sink to their level. Do you know how I managed to come out of that loss and still hold my head high? Because I was steadfast. I stayed true to who I am, even when the odds were stacked against me. So maybe Regan got the tally mark in the win column that night, but I kept the moral victory. She isn't alone in thinking that she could break me. Or even in thinking that there was something awful inside me that I lie to keep from the surface. So many others have tried to get me to admit that I'm just as tainted, just as bitter, just as broken as they were themselves; only to find at the end of the match that I was just the woman I presented myself to be. Because even if it meant they won, I couldn't let them have the pleasure of watching me debase myself by acting the way they always expected me to. Because dirty tactics and actually trying to hurt people aren't my style. I’ve had men in the past drive me to the very brink of my own sanity. Travis Daniels and Connor McCloud might not be notable or even known here, but back in my past they were the boogeymen that threatened my very sanity. But I realised on Sunday morning, that nothing either of them had done had made me feel as sick as Regan had when she’d claimed they were alike. I'm nothing like Regan Helms. I'm a Paragon of Wrestling. I'm the Paragon of Wrestling. I'm the last one standing for a reason. Because I will let nothing and no one corrupt what that means. Because I need to make a stand for the good people. The people who believe in fighting for that good, who believe in truth, justice, honour, integrity… I need to be the one that stands for good when everyone else’s belief is shaken to its core. So I may not be the mythical white knight. But I am a warrior all the same. Boss, you have the floor. She swings the camera back to Shane so he can speak his piece. “I came to this company with one goal and one goal alone in mind…” “...success.” “Unfortunately, since coming here… I’ve been anything but successful.” “I could sit here and make excuses. I could try and talk my way out of everything that’s happened, but what good would that do?” “The fact of the matter is, I came here with a bit of a chip on my shoulder, despite acting like I didn't have one, and I underestimated everyone.” “See, the company I used to run, to me, was filled with the best of the best when it came to the wrestling business. I thought I had seen anyone and everyone who deserves to be seen in this business through my venture with VWA and the relationships I made.” “But coming here… coming to SCW?” “I realized just how blind I was.” “Don't get me wrong. I’m not speaking ill of the talent my former company had, or the people that kept the place together. But it’s easy not to see the forest through the trees when you’re so isolated.” “But I get it now.” “I really get it.” “I came to this company to be a success; to do things that I couldn't do in VWA because of who I was or what I had built. But here? I got a fresh start. Here I came in with my head held high ready to soar to the top of the mountain.” “But I realized something.” “I can't fly to get to where I want to be…” “...I need to climb.” “I’ve hit so many bumps in the road in my short time here that I was forced to come to terms with something I thought I had mastered. I was forced to come to terms with… reality.” “See… something that not many people know about me, is that I fought tooth and nail to attain everything that I had. I worked from the ground up with countless sleepless nights and even more bumps and bruises. But I turned VWA into a juggernaut in the wrestling industry with these two hands.” “And then… it failed.” “That’s the reality that I had to come to terms with then. That despite my best efforts; despite everything that I sacrificed to get VWA to where I wanted it… it wasn't good enough.” “I didn't do good enough.” “Not for myself.” “Not for the people who believed in me.” “Not for anyone.” “I’m not going to make those same mistakes again.” “I refuse to claw tooth and nail, bleeding and aching as I make my way to where I want to be, without something to show for it. That’s why I’m making a promise to myself right here and right now. By the time I am done in this company…” “...I will be SCW World Champion.” “No more games.” “No more underestimation.” “I am here to succeed.” “Starting now.” “Starting with this match.” The set of Shane's jaw indicates that he isn't screwing around. Then he looks off camera to Kara, the familiar smirk creeping back. “I have the pleasure of standing side by side in this match with one of the most important people in the world to me, and that’s not something I’m taking lightly.” “You remember those people I said I let down?” “She was one of them…” “...and I can't bear the thought of being the reason that she has to cry. Not now.” “Not ever.” “That’s why I’m going into this match, not with my head held high, with with it facing directly forward. Because I’m focused, I’m determined and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get the victory, not only for myself, but for Kara as well.” “She is one of the strongest women I have ever met in this world and after everything she’s been through, she still wakes up with a smile on her face that could melt anyone’s heart.” “If nothing else, believe that I’m going to succeed for her. Because this match isn't just about me. It’s about her as well.” “I came to this company to help Amy; to work with her on an athletic level, because it’s something I’d never done before and something I needed to do after everything she’s done for me, but somewhere along the way…” “...I found something special.” “I found the kind of person that makes me want to do better. That makes me want to succeed. That makes me want to forget who I was and embrace who I’m becoming.” “Before… I was a failure.” “But Kara Abheri makes me want to be a success.” “She makes reality better than any dream could ever be.” “That’s the man that’s walking into Breakdown with a shot at the Television Title on the line. A man who will stop at nothing to be the success that he knows he can be; that he deserves to be.” “I took the long way around to get to where I am, but I can confidently and firmly state here and now, that it’s my time-- no, it’s our time to shine.” “Kara and I are walking into Breakdown with an opportunity to succeed and we’re walking out as the number one contenders to the SCW Television Championship…” “...and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop us.” Before Shane finishes his last word, Kara moves into shot beside him, blowing her customary kiss at the camera, before bending to kiss Shane, blindly reaching behind her to swat the camera away. She may not have been rescued by a white knight, but she prefered fighting beside her Dark Knight any day. And everything goes black. |
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