Post by Chase Michaels on Dec 8, 2013 17:57:42 GMT -5
The scene opens on Aeryn's hospital room in the Intensive Care Unit of Saint Marys hospital in Redwood. I'm sitting at her bedside dressed in a pair of jeans, black Nike Air Classic trainers, a black hoodie with my Saints cut over the top, I've been staying at the hospital pretty much 24/7, 7 days a week only leaving her side to go wrestle for WCF and only doing that to make sure I have the money to pay for her hospital bills other wise I wouldn't leave her side for a moment. Many people would claim that makes me soft but the truth of the matter is that she makes me strong, she's the light at the end of a dark tunnel that I've been living in most of my life before I met her. So if that makes me soft then I'm soft but to me it gives me the strength and drive cause my only purpose life is to keep her safe and I've come to realise that only I can do that and to be able to do it I have to be by her side... I hear a commotion outside followed by a familiar voice... A familiar Northern Irish voice...
Irish: Jack you little prick... It's good to see you boy...
Followed by a familiar English voice...
Jax: Brother it's good to see you...
Jack: Look who the cat dragged in!
Irish: How is he?
Jack: He's been better... It's hit him pretty hard...
Irish: Any leads?
Jack: Al and Noah are tracking down a few leads... He covered his tracks pretty well...
Irish: So you think it was him?
Jack: Rob thinks it is and it's hard to disagree, Caine's had it out for both of them... If Tessa hadn't arrived when she did things would have been a different story...
Jax: Yeah and Caine wouldn't still be breathing...
Jack: Yeah...
Irish: Plus it would be all out war in the Saints... Rob has a lot of support in both the chapter and the club but Caine does as well... Plus Caine has one advantage... People fear him... They respect Rob more than Caine but fear is a greater motivation than respect... Especially when it comes to picking sides...
Jack: Speaking of sides... Where does Ryan stand?
Jax: Caine has his head spun... After the death of Kensi Caine made sure Ryan focused the blame at Rob...
Irish: Ryan just needs time... Him and Chase are blood brothers... I just hope Ryan remembers that soon... It's going to come to a head and he's going to have to pick a side...
Jack: God I hope he picks the right side... Anyways you had better go in...
I hear at knock at the door and I walk over and open in to see Irish and Jax two of my closest brothers in the Saints standing there. Irish offers me his hand before pulling me in close and patting me on the back.
Irish: It's good to see you brother... Just wish it was under better circumstances...
Jax offers me his hand to shake and does the same, pulls me in for a pat on the back.
Jax: We got you back brother... Through thick and thin!
All of a sudden I hear a voice that feels me with burning hatred.
Caine: Ah isn't that cute, the band is almost back together!
We all turn and see Caine standing with Jimmy and Carl either side...
Irish: This isn't the best time for this brother... Not the right place...
Caine: We're only here to pay our respects that's all...
I don't even say a word I just rush for Caine wanting to get my hands around his throat and strangling the life out of him but I'm stopped by Jax and Jack...
Jax: Ain't the time brother... It's exactly what he wants you to do...
All of a sudden the burning hatred is drained from my body as I hear an angelic voice coming from Aeryn's hospital room...
Scene Fades...
The scene reopens in the backstage area of the MGM Grand Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada, 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, in a darken room with the only light coming for a single light fitting hanging above where I'm sitting.
Chase: Welcome to Las Vegas... Can't say I've been here a lot even though it's not far from my old stomping ground... This is where everyone comes to get lucky and win it big... Something my opponent obviously hopes to do this week against me...
A devilish grin comes across me face...
Chase: Well you dumb big hick you're in for a serious rude awakening this week... You see when you step in the ring with me it doesn't matter to me how big or in your case how dumb you are... It doesn't matter if you were Goliath and I was David... The result will be the same... Once again I will show why I'm the Lone Wolf... Why I'm the wrestling businesses one and only true Apex Predator...
Red comes into shot and whispers something in my ear...
Chase: True I had better explain that to him... You see Caleb that means that in WCF I'm one of the only predators with few to no predators of their own, I reside at the top of my food chain cause there is no man or woman I fear in this business... Not your Neanderthal arse, not Johnny Fly... Not Sarah Twilight... No one... When it comes to it I fear no man... Why... It's simple... I know deep down I can beat anyone that steps in front of me... Whether it be Adam Young, Ryan Rhodes, Cormack MacNeill, or the more talented people on the roster the likes of Johnny Fly, Steve Orbit or Sarah Twilight herself... As far as I see it I fear no man or woman but I show respect to those I believe deserve it... Fly, Orbit and Twilight being some of the few people on the list... People I have no respect for well that's quite a big list but the top names on it are Matthew Robinson, Seifer Black and Ryan “Cry Baby, I lose when I want to” Rhodes... And of course you're dumb arse is on that list as well... Why simply cause I don't like your hillbilly cliché arse... Why cause lets face it you couldn't be anymore cliché if you frelling why tried... Look at you... Looks like you stepped right out of the set of The Beverly Hillbillies... Oh I forgot... That's the magic box that all the pretty pictures come out of... You hillbilly hick!...
I take a breathe...
Chase: You see this week you're going to learn the simple fact... That it doesn't matter how big you are... Doesn't matter how strong you are... It doesn't matter how dumb you are you will fall to the Lone Wolf... It's inevitable as your sister being your mother and her uncle being your father... You see I don't give a rat arse what you think it that damaged head of yours... I don't care what you think you'll be able to do to me in this match... The fact of the matter is just like Adam Young, Ryan Rhodes Cormack MacNeill and Jon Michaels you will fall to me... You will see the reason why I'm the true Apex Predator... And why when you step in the ring... The only thing that will be going through your pee brain mind is what the hell you did to deserve the beating your getting a my hands... You see Caleb I've defeated men that thought they were demons, I defeated men that thought they were kings and I've defeated men that think they were good enough to be me... But the simple fact of the matter is they weren't... So you may have strength and power on your side but you'll soon realise that doesn't mean a damn thing when your in the ring with the Alpha Predator... The Lone Wolf... Chase Frelling Michaels!...
An emotionless look appears on my face...
Chase: You'll be DEAD wrong... I've come here for a fight... I don't care if I win or lose... I just care about providing for me and mine... So be warned boys... Step in the ring with me... And it'll be the biggest mistake of your lives... Cause it's going to be all out war... And the message will remain 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!
Scene fades.
