Apex Killer Death-Angel
Posts : 234
Join date : 2011-03-02
Age : 104
Location : Hell
Wrestler Stats
IWF Record: "The crime is life, the sentence is death!"
Alignment: In Between
 |  Subject: 3/12/2011. Untold Truths  Thu Mar 10, 2011 11:59 pm | |
| [The gentle buzz of an electric razor tingles through the air as hair falls from my face and into the white porcelain sink. I stare into the mirror, my eyes bloodshot and tired as the sharp metal brushes against my face, was it right what I was doing, taking Jordan away from her birth mother and taking her into my arms as my own child? I was her father after all, and largely more responsible now, ready to be a father... my mind raced through these thoughts, repeating them over and again as the door opened behind me, I looked in the mirror to see Crystal standing in the door frame in my Deadly Strike t-shirt, her smooth legs bare, beautiful, her hair loose and free, running down her back and shoulders, her eyes smiling as she begins to speak.]
Crystal: Honey, are you ok?
DA: Yeah, I'm fine...
[I flick the razor off; rubbing my chin to make sure it is equal before placing the razor on the windowsill, running the tap, watching as the water circle the drain, dragging the hairs down much like Greg 'Chino' Monto dragging the NWA into oblivion.]
Crystal: What's up honey bee?
[Her bare feet padding the white tile as her arms slide around my waist, her lips meeting the middle of my back, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror's reflection.]
DA: Nothing's wrong.
[I turn the tap off and rotate 180 degrees, kissing Crystal lightly before leaving her grasp, making my way out of the room. I was lying, there was something wrong, I was finally feeling some level of guilt, awaiting the inevitable phone call; Chase's complaint about the custody hearing.]
Crystal: Why won't you open up to me, Andrew? What's so big you have to hide the truth?
DA: Crystal, I'm just tired, ok? Am I not allowed to be exhausted?
Crystal: Yes... So do you know who you're facing this week?
DA: No i don't.
Crystal: Aww why not?
DA: because they have not told me who i am facing yet.
Crystal: well that sucks?
DA: it does but it happens.
Crystal: it does?
DA: Yeah, because they want to give me a challenge.
Crystal: I guess that's fair enough then...
[She's cut off mid-sentence by "Here Comes the Benjamins", pounding from my iPhone as Chris calls, Crystal nodding in annoyance, giving me permission to answer it.]
DA: Hey Chris, what's up?
Chris: I tracked him down; he's in some hotel in Detroit under the name 'Dean Winchester'.
DA: I should have known. OK, thanks Chris you've been a big help.
Chris: You do know this isn't my job, right?
DA: I know, I know, but you're still going to be paid.
Chris: You don't think I know that? Good luck with him Bro, I hope you get through to him.
DA: So do I...
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A Lone Wolf's Den
[The place was less than kosher, not something any wolf would normally stay at but I guess since Chase was trying to keep a low profile it makes sense. He sat on the bed, his head bowed and his fingers interlocked as I leant against a wooden desk mere feet from the foot of the bed, a kettle poking me in the back, cheap teas, coffees and hot chocolate sachets close by.]
DA: Come on man, what's wrong?
Chase: Why do you care?
DA: You're a wolf, a brother; you can open up to me.
Chase: How did you track me down?
DA: Chris, he has links, he's a smart man. Now back on subject, what's wrong?
Chase: Does anyone else know?
DA: No, and I'm not going to tell anyone, now just tell me what's wrong.
Chase: I got stuff on my mind, ok?!
DA: What stuff?
Chase: What does it matter? The consequences are more important than the reasons. Now can we move on? I'm not in the mood to talk about it...
DA: Ok... so you planning to show your face... at all this week?
[He looks up, a sarcastic look in his eyes and a disgruntled tone in his voice.]
Chase: There, that better?
DA: Funny. But you know what I mean; will a camera be pointed at that face of yours any time before this weekend?
Chase: I don't know, maybe, maybe not...
DA: It doesn't even need to be something national, just go to a house show or something, nothing big, just let Jack know you're ready, that you're not scared.
Chase: Who?
DA: Jack, he's some new kid, hasn't won a match to date.
Chase: Oh wow, that's original, Brock throwing me in the ring against some hobo of a 'wrestler'. When will I get some decent competition?
[Chase hits the mattress of the bed in anger, obviously not due to his match but cumulative anger building inside of him. Jack was in a run for his money.]
Chase: Who have you got?
DA: Not sure.
Chase: that sucks?
DA: Yeah but its not the frist time.
Chase: Yeah, it happens.
DA: it does.
Chase: good luck in your match bro.
DA: thanks bro.
[I walk towards the door, slamming it shut behind me, not knowing of Chase's reaction, all I knew is that he needed some tough love and a kick up the arse to get him back into shape. If anyone was going to give it to him, best it be a wolf.] | |
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