Post by Chase Michaels on Nov 24, 2013 17:55:31 GMT -5
Scene One: Remembering The Day...
*Off Camera*
Monday 11th November 2013.
The scene opens on a pretty nondescript private room in the Intensive Care Unit at Saint Mary's Hospital in Redwood, California. I'm sitting dressed in a pair of combats, black Nike Air Classic trainers, a black “Always Fear The Lone Wolf” t-shirt with my Saints cut over the top. I have one of Aeryn's hands cupped in between my own with my forehead gently resting against them my eyes are closed as I remember the last time I saw Aeryn back when I told her I had to leave in order to keep her safe and protected.
-------- Memory Sequence --------
I remember walking into our home in Redwood on somewhat dull day, I pulled my Harley up outside of the front of the house and headed in, I remember the smell of food being cooked in the kitchen, I head through the hallway and into the kitchen of the house, to find Aeryn standing cooking with one of my old “Always Fear The Lone Wolf” t-shirts on along with a black pair of leggings and a black cooking apron over the top. She looks over a me and smiles which would normally brighten my darkest day but that day it makes things even harder for me before she walks over and plants passionate kiss on my lips which surprises me as after the death of Kensi her best friends she's been kind of depressed...
Chase: Aeryn we need to talk...
She looks at me and the smile vanishes as she sees the serious look on my face.
Vixen: What's wrong?
Chase: The votes been conducted... It went in Caine's favour... seven to six...
She looks at me with a concerned look on her face...
Vixen: What does that mean you're no longer President?
I struggle to find the words as I know she isn't going to like the answer...
Chase: In part yes...
I feel a massive lump at the back on my throat which feels like it's draining all the life from my body as I struggle to get the words out...
Chase: Due to what's happened...I've been exiled from the club...
Vixen: That means you'll be going Nomad?
I look at her and try to force a smile but nothing comes...
Chase: Hopefully... But there's a condition...
I look at her dreading what I'm going to have to say next... I reach over to hear and grab her hand...
Chase: You have to stay here in Redwood while I will not be permitted to enter Redwood under the punishment of death...
I feel her try and pull away but I grab on to her hand tight...
Vixen: You tell them no... You don't accept that... We don't accept that...
Chase: I don't have a choice... It's the only way I can keep you safe... You stay here in Redwood and you'll be protected... No one will be able to harm you...
She looks up at me and I can see the despair in her eyes...
Vixen: ...No... I don't accept that...
I pull her in close and wrap my arms around her as I feel tears running down my face...
Chase: … I need to keep you safe... This is the only way I can... I'd rather you hate me than see any more harm come to you cause of me... If that means I can't be with you then that's a price I'm will to pay... To keep you safe...
She pushes away from me before looking at me with hate filling her eyes as she takes her engagement ring that I gave her off and slams it down on the counter... I stand there and look at her and I can see she feels like I do that someone has ripped out her very heart and soul... With me being the one that ripped out both our hearts and souls... I try to say something but I know no words will help... I head upstairs and grab my duffel bag filling it with some clothes along with my old wrestling gear before I head back down stairs... I hear Aeryn in the kitchen and she's completely losing it throwing anything she can get her hands on around the room... I want to go in there and wrap my arms around her but know I can't... I grab my leather jacket off of the coat racket before I head out of the front door, I fix my duffel bag to the back of my bike and get out my phone and send a text to my mum asking her to check in on Aeryn for me later in the afternoon... I get on my Harley and take one last look at my home before I drive off ...
-------- End of Sequence --------
I snap back to the hospital room as I hear the door open and I look up to see Al, Noah and Jack walk in... I get up and greet them and I share a manly hug each of them...
Jack: We came as soon as we heard...
Chase: Thanks...
Al: We have you back Kid...
Scene fades...
Scene Two: A Message...
*On Camera*
Present Day
The scene opens in an abandoned warehouse somewhere in in Denver, Colorado with my sitting in an old office chair and I'm dressed in my normal gear a pair of combat trousers, a black hoodie and pair of black Nike Air Classic trainers and a black Harley Davidson Road Warrior 3-in-1 Leather Jacket with my Saints of Anarchy cut over the top of the jacket. The only light is coming in from a hole in the roof and in the shadows Red can barely be seen other then a slight glint from the reflection in her eyes...
Chase: Welcome to Denver, Colorado... I'm of course the Lone Wolf Chase Michaels... Last week I defeat not one but two men... Cormack MacNeill and The United States Champion Ryan Rhodes... Sure it was booked as a Tag Team match but as usual I found myself with a useless tag team partner in the form of Damon King... Damon I don't know where you're hiding I to be honest I really don't care what happened to you but you better no cross my bloody path any time soon cause I promise you the next time we meet... I'll make you fecking well regret ever hearing my name...
I feel the anger burning through my eyes...
Chase: Speaking of useless tag team partners lets talk about the hot subject at the minute Matthew frelling Robinson and Seifer Smegging Black Armstrong... Two men I know only too well... I've team with both men in the past... With Seifer we were the Misfit Saints and with Robinson we were the Renegades... Both men I've also been to war with... You see it doesn't surprise me in the slightest that everyone else gets punished for Matthew and Seifer sticking their noses into other peoples business... Most of their careers Matthew has been the goody two shoes comic book hero and Seifer has been the comic book fallen angel looking for forgiveness by being a goody two shoes as well... But you see both men are god damn hypocrites... They speak of Justice yet where is the Justice for people they've wronged... I went to war with both of the hypocrites after what they did to mine... Both men say they stand for Justice when they're nothing but two faced crooks... And once again they make other people suffer for their fame and glory... They stuck there noses into business that quite honestly they had no business getting involved with... And what happens everyone gets punished for what they did... Matt, Seifer... Where's the for all the wrestlers that could potentially lose there jobs cause of your actions... Are you going to pay their bills, you going to pay to put food on their families tables...
I shake my head...
Chase: I highly doubt they will... Why cause they're nothing but two face hypocrites... Sure Seifer got fired but that was his own fault... He got his nose stuck in someone elses business and he paid for it... Now he has to rely on his wife Chelsea to pay their bills and put food on their table... If you ask me Seifer got exactly what he deserved, it was his actions that resulted in his job being put on the line... And it him that lost that match... So do I feel sorry for Seifer...
A trademark sinister smirk comes across my face......
Chase: Hell no... I feel sorry for Chelsea and their family... It was Seifer's actions that lead to him being fired and the have to pay for his selfish actions... People are quick to point the blame at Sarah Twilight as being guilty of costing Seifer his job cause she was the one that started this whole thing when she took control... But I ask you isn't the person that puts fuel on the fire as guilty as the person that started that fire... Sure Sarah started this fire in WCF but people like Matthew Robinson and Seifer Black Armstrong are the ones that poured fuel on that fire by sticking their noses into other peoples business...
At look at the camera...
Chase: People are no doubt going to accuse me of sucking up to the boss... But they obviously don't know me well enough... I don't suck up to anyone, I say it like I see it and it's Matthew Robinson and Seifer Black fault that the roster finds itself in the current predicament... And Matthew And Seifer if I lose my job because of you two... I will bring hell down on both of your doorsteps... You can trust me on that...
I can feel the anger pouring through my body as I look into the camera...
Chase: For who ever I face in my match the message remains the same... Come Slam the hunt is on... Win if you can... Survive if I let you. The mood is about to change. You're about to be just...another...victim!”
I stand up and push the camera over as I disappear into the shadow with Red...
Scene Fades...
*Off Camera*
Monday 11th November 2013.
The scene opens on a pretty nondescript private room in the Intensive Care Unit at Saint Mary's Hospital in Redwood, California. I'm sitting dressed in a pair of combats, black Nike Air Classic trainers, a black “Always Fear The Lone Wolf” t-shirt with my Saints cut over the top. I have one of Aeryn's hands cupped in between my own with my forehead gently resting against them my eyes are closed as I remember the last time I saw Aeryn back when I told her I had to leave in order to keep her safe and protected.
-------- Memory Sequence --------
I remember walking into our home in Redwood on somewhat dull day, I pulled my Harley up outside of the front of the house and headed in, I remember the smell of food being cooked in the kitchen, I head through the hallway and into the kitchen of the house, to find Aeryn standing cooking with one of my old “Always Fear The Lone Wolf” t-shirts on along with a black pair of leggings and a black cooking apron over the top. She looks over a me and smiles which would normally brighten my darkest day but that day it makes things even harder for me before she walks over and plants passionate kiss on my lips which surprises me as after the death of Kensi her best friends she's been kind of depressed...
Chase: Aeryn we need to talk...
She looks at me and the smile vanishes as she sees the serious look on my face.
Vixen: What's wrong?
Chase: The votes been conducted... It went in Caine's favour... seven to six...
She looks at me with a concerned look on her face...
Vixen: What does that mean you're no longer President?
I struggle to find the words as I know she isn't going to like the answer...
Chase: In part yes...
I feel a massive lump at the back on my throat which feels like it's draining all the life from my body as I struggle to get the words out...
Chase: Due to what's happened...I've been exiled from the club...
Vixen: That means you'll be going Nomad?
I look at her and try to force a smile but nothing comes...
Chase: Hopefully... But there's a condition...
I look at her dreading what I'm going to have to say next... I reach over to hear and grab her hand...
Chase: You have to stay here in Redwood while I will not be permitted to enter Redwood under the punishment of death...
I feel her try and pull away but I grab on to her hand tight...
Vixen: You tell them no... You don't accept that... We don't accept that...
Chase: I don't have a choice... It's the only way I can keep you safe... You stay here in Redwood and you'll be protected... No one will be able to harm you...
She looks up at me and I can see the despair in her eyes...
Vixen: ...No... I don't accept that...
I pull her in close and wrap my arms around her as I feel tears running down my face...
Chase: … I need to keep you safe... This is the only way I can... I'd rather you hate me than see any more harm come to you cause of me... If that means I can't be with you then that's a price I'm will to pay... To keep you safe...
She pushes away from me before looking at me with hate filling her eyes as she takes her engagement ring that I gave her off and slams it down on the counter... I stand there and look at her and I can see she feels like I do that someone has ripped out her very heart and soul... With me being the one that ripped out both our hearts and souls... I try to say something but I know no words will help... I head upstairs and grab my duffel bag filling it with some clothes along with my old wrestling gear before I head back down stairs... I hear Aeryn in the kitchen and she's completely losing it throwing anything she can get her hands on around the room... I want to go in there and wrap my arms around her but know I can't... I grab my leather jacket off of the coat racket before I head out of the front door, I fix my duffel bag to the back of my bike and get out my phone and send a text to my mum asking her to check in on Aeryn for me later in the afternoon... I get on my Harley and take one last look at my home before I drive off ...
-------- End of Sequence --------
I snap back to the hospital room as I hear the door open and I look up to see Al, Noah and Jack walk in... I get up and greet them and I share a manly hug each of them...
Jack: We came as soon as we heard...
Chase: Thanks...
Al: We have you back Kid...
Scene fades...
Scene Two: A Message...
*On Camera*
Present Day
The scene opens in an abandoned warehouse somewhere in in Denver, Colorado with my sitting in an old office chair and I'm dressed in my normal gear a pair of combat trousers, a black hoodie and pair of black Nike Air Classic trainers and a black Harley Davidson Road Warrior 3-in-1 Leather Jacket with my Saints of Anarchy cut over the top of the jacket. The only light is coming in from a hole in the roof and in the shadows Red can barely be seen other then a slight glint from the reflection in her eyes...
Chase: Welcome to Denver, Colorado... I'm of course the Lone Wolf Chase Michaels... Last week I defeat not one but two men... Cormack MacNeill and The United States Champion Ryan Rhodes... Sure it was booked as a Tag Team match but as usual I found myself with a useless tag team partner in the form of Damon King... Damon I don't know where you're hiding I to be honest I really don't care what happened to you but you better no cross my bloody path any time soon cause I promise you the next time we meet... I'll make you fecking well regret ever hearing my name...
I feel the anger burning through my eyes...
Chase: Speaking of useless tag team partners lets talk about the hot subject at the minute Matthew frelling Robinson and Seifer Smegging Black Armstrong... Two men I know only too well... I've team with both men in the past... With Seifer we were the Misfit Saints and with Robinson we were the Renegades... Both men I've also been to war with... You see it doesn't surprise me in the slightest that everyone else gets punished for Matthew and Seifer sticking their noses into other peoples business... Most of their careers Matthew has been the goody two shoes comic book hero and Seifer has been the comic book fallen angel looking for forgiveness by being a goody two shoes as well... But you see both men are god damn hypocrites... They speak of Justice yet where is the Justice for people they've wronged... I went to war with both of the hypocrites after what they did to mine... Both men say they stand for Justice when they're nothing but two faced crooks... And once again they make other people suffer for their fame and glory... They stuck there noses into business that quite honestly they had no business getting involved with... And what happens everyone gets punished for what they did... Matt, Seifer... Where's the for all the wrestlers that could potentially lose there jobs cause of your actions... Are you going to pay their bills, you going to pay to put food on their families tables...
I shake my head...
Chase: I highly doubt they will... Why cause they're nothing but two face hypocrites... Sure Seifer got fired but that was his own fault... He got his nose stuck in someone elses business and he paid for it... Now he has to rely on his wife Chelsea to pay their bills and put food on their table... If you ask me Seifer got exactly what he deserved, it was his actions that resulted in his job being put on the line... And it him that lost that match... So do I feel sorry for Seifer...
A trademark sinister smirk comes across my face......
Chase: Hell no... I feel sorry for Chelsea and their family... It was Seifer's actions that lead to him being fired and the have to pay for his selfish actions... People are quick to point the blame at Sarah Twilight as being guilty of costing Seifer his job cause she was the one that started this whole thing when she took control... But I ask you isn't the person that puts fuel on the fire as guilty as the person that started that fire... Sure Sarah started this fire in WCF but people like Matthew Robinson and Seifer Black Armstrong are the ones that poured fuel on that fire by sticking their noses into other peoples business...
At look at the camera...
Chase: People are no doubt going to accuse me of sucking up to the boss... But they obviously don't know me well enough... I don't suck up to anyone, I say it like I see it and it's Matthew Robinson and Seifer Black fault that the roster finds itself in the current predicament... And Matthew And Seifer if I lose my job because of you two... I will bring hell down on both of your doorsteps... You can trust me on that...
I can feel the anger pouring through my body as I look into the camera...
Chase: For who ever I face in my match the message remains the same... Come Slam the hunt is on... Win if you can... Survive if I let you. The mood is about to change. You're about to be just...another...victim!”
I stand up and push the camera over as I disappear into the shadow with Red...
Scene Fades...
