Post by jimbobdudley on Jul 7, 2007 13:35:43 GMT -5
Dark clouds loom in the dull sky. Their threatening presence of them are clear in the shape of their shadow over the tall skyscrapers. Meanwhile, in the window of one of the smaller building, a woman looks at dark scene and sighs. Sister Mary Hewitt of St Mildreds Orphanage was her name. A life-long Catholic and committed to the cause of spreading the Word.
Thats what they thought anyway...
She sighed heavily as she fiddled around with a golden ring in her hands. She chuckled.
She didn't know why she kept the damn thing, she hated the b*stard really, and they would obviously start to ask questions about it...but it was so pretty...and plus she could remember how happy she was when...
She was disturbed by the door knocking. In a quite sudden movement she hid the ring quickly in her pocket and pulled her dress straight, to tidy her appearance.
"Enter."
Through the door came Sister Margret. A woman who believed discipline was the key for any child's problem. She was strict as you could get. Mary had always wondering that how if Margret hadn't become a Nun would ever get a man...
"Ah, Sister. What can I do for you?"
"Its that rotten child again! Preaching unGodly things to the children! I tell you, Sister, we need to help him find the Lord before its too late!"
For f*cks sake, he's only nineteen. It's not like he's had a life of sin already...
"Un-Godly things, hmm? Well, is he in the cooler?"
"He's in there right now. But really, Sister, this whole cooler room thing...wouldn't it be best if we just...just..."
Hewitt chuckled. The Cooler Room was of her own invention. A room where the wrong doer could go in and think about why he was in there. A physiological detention if you will. However, it had not gone down well with the other Sisters, who felt it would be better if the person just said prayers for five minutes.
"Janet..."
"Sister, to you."
"Look. I came here as a servant of God. While here you asked me for my assistance in disciplining and I gave it. Lets put it this way, for those who have done time in there, they haven't exactly come out any worse, haven't they?"
"But what about this one?"
Sister Mary did not answer but instead left the room and walked immediately down the corridor.
They eventually got to the cooler room, which was situated in a old teaching room. The door opened nosily, creaking and groaning. The floor boards sunk down wards with every step. There, alone sitting in the middle among the rows of tables and chairs, sat the boy. 'The Troubled One' Hewitt called him. To everyone else he was Paul Charles. A boy who was left at the orphanage since he was a baby. Legend had it he found at the steps to the front door in just a basket and a blanket. No name, no trace of parents, no note, nothing. His whole life had been spent not even knowing who your parents where. Saddening really, Mary thought. It was possibly that which had made him into what he was today.
"Hello there, Paul. How are you this fine day?"
He raised his head. The long locks of his hair parted slightly to reveal his face. A look of self-pitiness and depression. His eyes rolled to the window as he inspected the still cloudy sky.
"So, so..."
"Now, then, Paul..."
"Why do you continue to call me Paul Charles?"
Sister Margret's eyes widened before scrunching back together into anger.
"How dare you interrupt in such a manner! Why, in my...
Oh God...here she goes...'In my day'...best safe this child quickly...
"I don't think any offense was caused by that, Sister, now if you excuse us. Please."
Margret hesitated at first, but soon thought otherwise and left the pair of them, her eye's rolling. Mary smiled and, after shutting the door, went to pull up a chair opposite Paul.
"Got us out of that one, didn't I?"
Paul just smiled and shook his head.
"She's a daft old bat to me anyway..."
Mary was shocked a little bit. Paul had never really...well...talked like this before. It was usually a few mutterings and grunts here and there.
"...Just a bunch of rules and regulations. You should see her in lessons. Barking left, right and center about everything."
"You seem to be talking more than you usually do. Any reason for this?"
"Well...I'm in good company I suppose..."
Something glowed in Mary's heart at that moment. She didn't know why, it was only a compliment...but it seemed so touching that it came from a guy who didn't say much.
"Interesting...now, Paul. Onto matters at hand. I heard you said something to the young one's, this true?"
"Yes, that is correct."
"Something...a bit...unholy, to be a bit more precise?"
"I'd put it as a meer misunderstanding of words..."
"Now, Paul...
"Reminds me, you didn't answer my question."
"...I was just in the middle of asking my one, Paul"
"Ah, but I already asked mine. Surely it is better to answer a question that has already been asked, than answer one yet to be said?
Sister Mary sighed.
I wish he kept quiet now...
"I don't know why you were called Paul...that was done before I arrived. Now, onto what you said..."
"What I said was the truth."
"And was this 'truth'?"
"The truth that everyone hides. The world being a sh*thole, and not the sugar coated and all smiles one they think it is. I told about the wars. I told them about the lies. And I told them to think. For once in their lives think, is there really a God?"
"Oh, now, Paul...of course there is. And he loves us each and every other...
"You say that as if you believe in him"
Mary paused, as if stunned by this boys comments.
"But Paul...I do believe in the Lord..."
"Don't deny it. It's a sin to lie"
Mary cleared her throat uneasily. Paul was onto something here...something a bit personal. Thunder was heard in the distance as rain started to roar down from the clouds, smashing against the window panes. Paul smiled and leaned forward. He was clearly enjoying it all.
"Poor, poor Sister Mary Hewitt. Forced to live a life of prayer and pslams... I mean, who would suspect a Nun, hey? Perfect way to escape from what you did..."
He shot occasional glances at Mary, who was slowly turned a shade of white.
"Your husband...wasn't a nice man was he? Oh, all those nasty things he did to. The abuse...the shouting...oh terrible...."
Mary slowly moved her chair back wards, her face now a shade of white and her hands shaking.
"...I would've done what you did at the time."
Mary's voice had a slight tremble in the depths of it when she spoke. It was small, but recognizable.
"And w..what did I do?
"Oh don't you remember?"
He stuffed his hand into his trouser pocket and he pulled a book. A book ruffled and torn. Mary recognized it in a split second.
"My...my...diary"
"I prefer to see it as a book of recollections myself..."
Paul picked it up and flicked through it.
"15th of March Craig came home late from work today. He breath stunk of alcohol."
He looked up to see the reaction off Mary. Satisfied, he continued.
"6th of May. I've just been corned by him. He swore about how I didn't cry at his mothers funeral. I told him what I felt, and he got angry. He threw punches and kicked me hard. He then left to go the pub. I retired to bed crying. 17th of May..."
"Stop.
Mary sat in her chair, trembling as the memories fled back.
"Ok then, Sister, I'll get to the good bit then, shall I? Right, let's see...aha...my favorite bit. August, 21st. Dear Diary, I've just done something very wrong and very bad. Lets just say Craig is no more..."
Paul paused, a sick smile on his face.
"Explain to me all these finger prints. All these red one's..."
He points at the finger prints, still smiling.
"Now, there's two things we can do here. I can keep this book and use it against you for my own needs or..."
He shut the book and placed it in the table and pushed it towards Mary.
"You have your book and allow me to leave this place for good."
Mary's hand rushed for the book and clutched onto it. In a swift movement it had left the table and was shoved tightly on her chest. She turned at Paul Charles with a look of pure hatred.
"I don't want to see you again, you understand?
Paul smiled and leaned back on his chair.
"You have my word for it."
He had won.
"Dane Christian, David Williams, time is up. This it.
The big match is finally here."
The present day Possessed Child stands in his usual grave-yard spot, The X-Breed title around his waist. Sat underneath a tall, dark oak tree in the darkness of the night. Old, fading rocks surround him in looming rows. The Child looks to the floor as he continues to talk.
"We have spoken about this match for weeks, we have fought about this belt for months. We've been in triple threats, we've been in single matches, we've been in X in the Air, we've even been to Hell and back. For what?
My title, thats what."
He takes a moment to breath, his anger building in his voice.
"We know what it's like to work our way to the top. We know what its like to go un heard of everyone who supports the WFWF. We know we're all worthy. But what I know, and you two don't is that in this match, this is triple-threat ruling. You two go forming tag teams and the like. What you two don't realize is that there will come a time in that match were you both will look each other in the eyes and then I assure at least one, one person out of the both of you will think. 'Is he worth it? Is he really worth my future?' And one of you will turn on his other. He will turn and he will beat you down so bad your chance would've passed and on live pay-per-view your life will crumble. But whose it going to be?
Could it be David Williams? The devil turned angel? Oh, you may have the crowd cheering for you now, Williams, but rest assured I won't change my ways. I remember when you were just a fresh-faced punk. We debuted on the same show. I was against The High Horror, then the f*cking badass of all the House Show. I was Main Eventing it on my debut. Where were you on the card? You were against some pissed up drunk called Arsi. See, Williams. I was better than you before we even started. You try to hurt me by comparing me to other people. I'm like some punk called Jake Slash? Hey, Williams, take a closer look. I'm a champion, Slash is nothing. Just like you. You may think your clever having the crowd on your side, but their not going to be in the ring with you Williams. Its just going to be, you and Christian. So there's your little plan rumbled.
Dane Christian. Dane, Dane, Dane, Dane. Let me take you on a trip through time, Dane. Back to your debut match. The famous X-Breed tournament. You were thrown right into that, weren't you? First match in and you went out of that quick, didn't you? Who knocked you out, Dane? Me, thats who. I was your first match, and your first lost. Pretty bad, hey? Ok, you got your revenge. You got your revenge in that triple threat match. I would've accepted that, but you had to take it further, didn't you? You took my gold and threw it on my fallen body. Dane, I don't like being shown up like that, and on Flo-De-Se I had my revenge, like you did. But Dane, I did exactly what you did and took it that one step further. Follower's attack on you was brutal, I admit, but I enjoyed every minute of it. And oh boy, am I going to enjoy beating you down till your nothing but a crippled body...
So, Chrisitan, Williams, prepare yourselves. They say a chance like this can define a wrestlers career.
Unfortunately, I'm going to be the one that destroys the both of yours. Veni, Vidi, Vici.
I came, I saw, I conquered."
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OOC: Not my best, but I felt it was good enough. So yeah, good luck to Dane and David and so forth.
Com's and crit' appreciated
.
Thats what they thought anyway...
She sighed heavily as she fiddled around with a golden ring in her hands. She chuckled.
She didn't know why she kept the damn thing, she hated the b*stard really, and they would obviously start to ask questions about it...but it was so pretty...and plus she could remember how happy she was when...
She was disturbed by the door knocking. In a quite sudden movement she hid the ring quickly in her pocket and pulled her dress straight, to tidy her appearance.
"Enter."
Through the door came Sister Margret. A woman who believed discipline was the key for any child's problem. She was strict as you could get. Mary had always wondering that how if Margret hadn't become a Nun would ever get a man...
"Ah, Sister. What can I do for you?"
"Its that rotten child again! Preaching unGodly things to the children! I tell you, Sister, we need to help him find the Lord before its too late!"
For f*cks sake, he's only nineteen. It's not like he's had a life of sin already...
"Un-Godly things, hmm? Well, is he in the cooler?"
"He's in there right now. But really, Sister, this whole cooler room thing...wouldn't it be best if we just...just..."
Hewitt chuckled. The Cooler Room was of her own invention. A room where the wrong doer could go in and think about why he was in there. A physiological detention if you will. However, it had not gone down well with the other Sisters, who felt it would be better if the person just said prayers for five minutes.
"Janet..."
"Sister, to you."
"Look. I came here as a servant of God. While here you asked me for my assistance in disciplining and I gave it. Lets put it this way, for those who have done time in there, they haven't exactly come out any worse, haven't they?"
"But what about this one?"
Sister Mary did not answer but instead left the room and walked immediately down the corridor.
--
They eventually got to the cooler room, which was situated in a old teaching room. The door opened nosily, creaking and groaning. The floor boards sunk down wards with every step. There, alone sitting in the middle among the rows of tables and chairs, sat the boy. 'The Troubled One' Hewitt called him. To everyone else he was Paul Charles. A boy who was left at the orphanage since he was a baby. Legend had it he found at the steps to the front door in just a basket and a blanket. No name, no trace of parents, no note, nothing. His whole life had been spent not even knowing who your parents where. Saddening really, Mary thought. It was possibly that which had made him into what he was today.
"Hello there, Paul. How are you this fine day?"
He raised his head. The long locks of his hair parted slightly to reveal his face. A look of self-pitiness and depression. His eyes rolled to the window as he inspected the still cloudy sky.
"So, so..."
"Now, then, Paul..."
"Why do you continue to call me Paul Charles?"
Sister Margret's eyes widened before scrunching back together into anger.
"How dare you interrupt in such a manner! Why, in my...
Oh God...here she goes...'In my day'...best safe this child quickly...
"I don't think any offense was caused by that, Sister, now if you excuse us. Please."
Margret hesitated at first, but soon thought otherwise and left the pair of them, her eye's rolling. Mary smiled and, after shutting the door, went to pull up a chair opposite Paul.
"Got us out of that one, didn't I?"
Paul just smiled and shook his head.
"She's a daft old bat to me anyway..."
Mary was shocked a little bit. Paul had never really...well...talked like this before. It was usually a few mutterings and grunts here and there.
"...Just a bunch of rules and regulations. You should see her in lessons. Barking left, right and center about everything."
"You seem to be talking more than you usually do. Any reason for this?"
"Well...I'm in good company I suppose..."
Something glowed in Mary's heart at that moment. She didn't know why, it was only a compliment...but it seemed so touching that it came from a guy who didn't say much.
"Interesting...now, Paul. Onto matters at hand. I heard you said something to the young one's, this true?"
"Yes, that is correct."
"Something...a bit...unholy, to be a bit more precise?"
"I'd put it as a meer misunderstanding of words..."
"Now, Paul...
"Reminds me, you didn't answer my question."
"...I was just in the middle of asking my one, Paul"
"Ah, but I already asked mine. Surely it is better to answer a question that has already been asked, than answer one yet to be said?
Sister Mary sighed.
I wish he kept quiet now...
"I don't know why you were called Paul...that was done before I arrived. Now, onto what you said..."
"What I said was the truth."
"And was this 'truth'?"
"The truth that everyone hides. The world being a sh*thole, and not the sugar coated and all smiles one they think it is. I told about the wars. I told them about the lies. And I told them to think. For once in their lives think, is there really a God?"
"Oh, now, Paul...of course there is. And he loves us each and every other...
"You say that as if you believe in him"
Mary paused, as if stunned by this boys comments.
"But Paul...I do believe in the Lord..."
"Don't deny it. It's a sin to lie"
Mary cleared her throat uneasily. Paul was onto something here...something a bit personal. Thunder was heard in the distance as rain started to roar down from the clouds, smashing against the window panes. Paul smiled and leaned forward. He was clearly enjoying it all.
"Poor, poor Sister Mary Hewitt. Forced to live a life of prayer and pslams... I mean, who would suspect a Nun, hey? Perfect way to escape from what you did..."
He shot occasional glances at Mary, who was slowly turned a shade of white.
"Your husband...wasn't a nice man was he? Oh, all those nasty things he did to. The abuse...the shouting...oh terrible...."
Mary slowly moved her chair back wards, her face now a shade of white and her hands shaking.
"...I would've done what you did at the time."
Mary's voice had a slight tremble in the depths of it when she spoke. It was small, but recognizable.
"And w..what did I do?
"Oh don't you remember?"
He stuffed his hand into his trouser pocket and he pulled a book. A book ruffled and torn. Mary recognized it in a split second.
"My...my...diary"
"I prefer to see it as a book of recollections myself..."
Paul picked it up and flicked through it.
"15th of March Craig came home late from work today. He breath stunk of alcohol."
He looked up to see the reaction off Mary. Satisfied, he continued.
"6th of May. I've just been corned by him. He swore about how I didn't cry at his mothers funeral. I told him what I felt, and he got angry. He threw punches and kicked me hard. He then left to go the pub. I retired to bed crying. 17th of May..."
"Stop.
Mary sat in her chair, trembling as the memories fled back.
"Ok then, Sister, I'll get to the good bit then, shall I? Right, let's see...aha...my favorite bit. August, 21st. Dear Diary, I've just done something very wrong and very bad. Lets just say Craig is no more..."
Paul paused, a sick smile on his face.
"Explain to me all these finger prints. All these red one's..."
He points at the finger prints, still smiling.
"Now, there's two things we can do here. I can keep this book and use it against you for my own needs or..."
He shut the book and placed it in the table and pushed it towards Mary.
"You have your book and allow me to leave this place for good."
Mary's hand rushed for the book and clutched onto it. In a swift movement it had left the table and was shoved tightly on her chest. She turned at Paul Charles with a look of pure hatred.
"I don't want to see you again, you understand?
Paul smiled and leaned back on his chair.
"You have my word for it."
He had won.
-**-
"Dane Christian, David Williams, time is up. This it.
The big match is finally here."
The present day Possessed Child stands in his usual grave-yard spot, The X-Breed title around his waist. Sat underneath a tall, dark oak tree in the darkness of the night. Old, fading rocks surround him in looming rows. The Child looks to the floor as he continues to talk.
"We have spoken about this match for weeks, we have fought about this belt for months. We've been in triple threats, we've been in single matches, we've been in X in the Air, we've even been to Hell and back. For what?
My title, thats what."
He takes a moment to breath, his anger building in his voice.
"We know what it's like to work our way to the top. We know what its like to go un heard of everyone who supports the WFWF. We know we're all worthy. But what I know, and you two don't is that in this match, this is triple-threat ruling. You two go forming tag teams and the like. What you two don't realize is that there will come a time in that match were you both will look each other in the eyes and then I assure at least one, one person out of the both of you will think. 'Is he worth it? Is he really worth my future?' And one of you will turn on his other. He will turn and he will beat you down so bad your chance would've passed and on live pay-per-view your life will crumble. But whose it going to be?
Could it be David Williams? The devil turned angel? Oh, you may have the crowd cheering for you now, Williams, but rest assured I won't change my ways. I remember when you were just a fresh-faced punk. We debuted on the same show. I was against The High Horror, then the f*cking badass of all the House Show. I was Main Eventing it on my debut. Where were you on the card? You were against some pissed up drunk called Arsi. See, Williams. I was better than you before we even started. You try to hurt me by comparing me to other people. I'm like some punk called Jake Slash? Hey, Williams, take a closer look. I'm a champion, Slash is nothing. Just like you. You may think your clever having the crowd on your side, but their not going to be in the ring with you Williams. Its just going to be, you and Christian. So there's your little plan rumbled.
Dane Christian. Dane, Dane, Dane, Dane. Let me take you on a trip through time, Dane. Back to your debut match. The famous X-Breed tournament. You were thrown right into that, weren't you? First match in and you went out of that quick, didn't you? Who knocked you out, Dane? Me, thats who. I was your first match, and your first lost. Pretty bad, hey? Ok, you got your revenge. You got your revenge in that triple threat match. I would've accepted that, but you had to take it further, didn't you? You took my gold and threw it on my fallen body. Dane, I don't like being shown up like that, and on Flo-De-Se I had my revenge, like you did. But Dane, I did exactly what you did and took it that one step further. Follower's attack on you was brutal, I admit, but I enjoyed every minute of it. And oh boy, am I going to enjoy beating you down till your nothing but a crippled body...
So, Chrisitan, Williams, prepare yourselves. They say a chance like this can define a wrestlers career.
Unfortunately, I'm going to be the one that destroys the both of yours. Veni, Vidi, Vici.
I came, I saw, I conquered."
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OOC: Not my best, but I felt it was good enough. So yeah, good luck to Dane and David and so forth.
Com's and crit' appreciated
.