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Post by A.K. on May 2, 2010 15:52:03 GMT -8
Austin Starr [1/0/0 - 5VP] vs. Chris Savage [1/1/0 - 11VP]
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Post by Austin Starr on May 9, 2010 12:18:22 GMT -8
"There was never a genius without a tincture of madness."
-- Aristotle Everywhere I go; everywhere I turn and look, leads to me being tormented by that same laughter. No matter what I do, I am unable to get her and that porcelain mask out of my head. It haunts my dreams and nearly every waking moment. From the moment so long ago where I first witnessed her first hand, she had an effect on me that I didn’t quite understand at the time. Back then I viewed her as a threat, and I did the only thing that I knew had to best. I devised a calculated and well planned strategy that slowly led to our eventual confrontation where I forcibly removed the threat from my life. Once that was finished, the rest of the pieces of the puzzle fell into place and the rest seemed easy—or so I thought. The day that she re-entered the picture and sought me out brought me right back to the same place where I started off from. I wasn’t thorough enough the first time; I had to clean up my mess. But alas, it wasn’t going to be so easy for me. Circumstances had changed drastically this time, this time she wasn’t going to be as easy to get too. For the past several weeks I have tried and tried again, but still all I get in return is faceless taunts, unseen laughter. Why do you avoid me so much? Yet again, how are you able to affect me in the way that you have? At first I didn’t know the answer—but now, now I finally believe the truth has dawned on me…--- RING [/i][/u][/center] RING [/i][/u][/center] RING [/i][/u][/center] ***What is that noise? What time is it? The incessant ringing continues until I open my eyes groggily and I see my cell phone going off loudly on the night stand next to my bed. Looking at the caller ID, I see that it’s Christopher calling me. God why I haven’t I fired this guy yet? At first I contemplate ignoring the call and just letting it go to voicemail, but that wouldn’t do any good. Christopher always did have a profane ability to call again and again until he got what he was trying to say heard. Sometimes it was a useful skill, but honestly right now I just find it to be trite and annoying. Looking around I can see that I’m in my bedroom in my estate in Tacoma. Since my suspension I’ve had a lot of idle time on my hands, a lot of time to ponder things. Of course, this is when I wasn’t still making an appearance on the webcast—because try as that snake may, she will not be able to avoid me forever. Getting out of bed now, I hear the phone still ringing as I walk over to the mirror and flip on a light switch nearby on the wall. As light illuminates the room I get a closer look at myself in the mirror—god I need a shave and a haircut. Looking around I see clothes strewn about and the phone continues to ring on the table. I minus well get this call, just to shut him up—walking over to the night stand I grab my phone and flip it open to answer.***Austin Starr:[/color] What is it Christopher? Christopher: Hey man, I don’t know what your deal has been lately—but you really need to get your head out of your ass for a minute and listen to this. ***I pondered hanging up on him, but his next words caught my immediate attention.***Christopher: I know you’ve been a little upset with me lately man, but I know how to make it up to you. I’ve been speaking with AK’s attorneys and I found a little loop hole that can get you allowed back into the Vice Pit next week. Austin Starr:[/color] I’m listening Christopher: You’ve been allowed back into the Vice Pit next week, this coming Monday night you are going to be having a match against Chris Savage. Austin Starr:[/color] Who? Christopher: Chris Savage….he’s the guy who ran like a dog with his tail between his legs last week when you made your special little appearance on the show. Austin Starr:[/color] Is that so? Christopher: This is your chance to finally get in and take care of business once and for all. Austin Starr:[/color] Thank you Christopher, you’ve been more than helpful—I’ll be in touch. Christopher: Wait a sec- CLICK [/i][/u][/center] ***Perhaps this day wasn’t going to be as bad as I had originally thought. Looking down at my hand, I can see my phone going off once more with Christopher calling me back. God you’re like a nagging wife, I swear. Not really feeling like talking to him anymore, I open the back piece of my phone and remove the battery—instantly all is quiet once again and I toss it all back onto the bed. After cracking my neck I walk back over to the mirror and stare at my reflection once more. ***--- So this Monday night the doors will be open and I will be allowed in—to compete nonetheless against Chris Savage. Did I miss something? Last time I checked this wasn’t the Wonder Years Chris my friend; are you lost? Did you get confused perhaps? I’ve had an eye on you since the moment you first walked into the Vice Pit. I’ve heard the big talk and I’ve seen what you think you are capable of doing. I’ve seen your naïve sense of self entitlement Chris, men like you are a dime a dozen. You come and you go like a revolving door, but none of you fail to have the resolve to truly make a difference or let alone any kind of real impact. Look at what you’ve done so far during the time you’ve been here—you tried and failed to win the championship belt on the first show, the week after that you get another opportunity to face Ken one and one and you blew that too. You’ve had two chances to make a difference Chris and you have failed miserably each time. And don’t honestly think for a second that crippling that never-was Johnny Freeman is going to change anything. Because honestly, he should have stopped trying to compete a long time ago, he is a shell of the man he used to be. You simply swooped in like a vulture picking scraps and finished off the damage that time had already naturally inflicted. So where does that honestly leave you Chris? What have you done that even warrants a fraction of my attention? Why should I even care about having to face you in the ring Chris? Please tell me that my friend; I truly am dying to know. --- ***The time that I’ve had on my hands during my suspension hasn’t been all spent simply pondering my own thoughts. I have finally decided that I need to face one of the demons that has been tormenting me. Ever since the daughter that I never knew existed was mentioned I have wanted to see for myself if it was true. I even went as far as pulling some strings I had to find out where she was. But I’ve been too terrified to actually follow through with it—perhaps I was afraid of what I would find…perhaps I wasn’t ready to face the possibilities that it could turn into. All that mattered now though is that I was done being cowardly—it was time to act. I look over at a safe that is on the wall and I go over to it and open it with a shaky hand. Amidst a few stacks of money and what looks like savings bonds, I see the familiar yellow envelope that I was able to get sent to me containing the information that I had been dreading. Removing the binding slowly I open it up and look inside—the only thing that I find in there is one sheet of paper from the MapQuest directions page with an address somewhere in Seattle, Washingrton. Not too far at all, it’s still early so I should be able to beat traffic. Making my way to the door first, I look down at the sweat bottoms and dark colored shirt I’m wearing; for a moment I ponder getting more dressed, but it passes as I open my bedroom door and make my way downstairs and out of my house. I inhale deeply and grin as I look at the rare beautiful day that today has turned out to be. Ah perhaps things are starting to look up, now going over to the parked Infiniti G37 I open the door and get inside. Picking the keys up off the passenger seat I start the car and begin to make the trip up to Seattle to potentially face my destiny.***--- Do you want to know what I honestly find the most baffling about you Chris? The fact that you actually seem to genuinely believe the nonsense that you spew each time you show your face. Honestly Chris, how loose of a view do you have on reality? This isn’t The Real World, or Jersey Shore where you can simply talk a big game—think and believe that you are the greatest thing around and not have to worry about delivering. How generic are you Chris? God how translucent can somebody really be? When you’re at home with your fellow pimply faced band of wannabe hoop star losers Chris, does all of this make them idolize you? Is that why you do it Chris—is that why you continually portray this façade of somebody who is tougher then he really is? Question is Chris—what are you going to do on Penance when I call your bluff? What are you going to do when I dare you to do your worst Chris?--- ***Thirty minutes have gone by, this trip went a lot quicker than I thought—traffic was relatively light and the directions were surprisingly clear and concise. I look around at the residential area that I am in now, and I feel a bit of relief at the fact that if this small child that could be my daughter really is here—then at least she is in a nice neighborhood. I pull my car up into the driveway of a newer looking house and I get out. After locking the alarm I feel a sense of cold dread slowly creeping up my body. Ok pull yourself together man, this is something that you have been putting off for entirely too long and it needs to be taken care of right now. No more procrastinating, no more being afraid. Despite trying to reassure myself with the little pep talk, I still found my hand to be shaking when I reached up and knocked on the door three times. After waiting for a few moments I hear a deadbolt unlocking and a door opens up with an older looking woman answering.***Woman: Can I help you sir? Austin Starr:[/color] Hello, this might seem like an odd thing to have a complete stranger tell you—but do you and your husband have any children. ***The woman looks as if she’s going to close the door on me for a moment, but then she appears to have a change of heart as she opens it wider again.***Woman: Oh no, all of mine and my husband’s children grew up and moved out. We adopted a little girl though, seven years ago this month to be exact. Austin Starr:[/color] Ma’am as weird as this may sound—that is actually why I am here today on your doorstep. May I come in for a moment so I can explain further? Woman: Um, I guess so. ***She opens the door for me so I can come in. I follow her through a very nice looking home into a dining room area where she motions for me to sit down at a table.***Woman: Would you like some coffee? Austin Starr:[/color] Coffee would be great thank you. ***Honestly for all I knew, this woman probably thought I was a stark raving lunatic. It wouldn’t be surprising if she’s in there calling the cops right now. To tell you the truth though I don’t entirely blame her, coming here like this out of the blue—under these pretenses honestly is a little crazy. But I don’t care, I need to know. I then see this woman return from the kitchen carrying a serving tray two steaming cups of coffee.***Woman: I didn’t know if you liked cream or sugar or anything. Austin Starr:[/color] Black is fine ma’am, may I first ask your name? Woman: Oh it’s Virginia, and yours? Austin Starr:[/color] My name is Austin, now let me go ahead and explain why exactly I’m here. You said earlier that you adopted a little seven years ago, would you please tell me more about that? Virginia: I’m not saying anything else, until you tell me why you wanna know? Austin Starr:[/color] Ma’am I believe the little girl you adopted, Savannah, is actually my daughter. ***I can see the doubt immediately forming on Virginia’s face as I continue.***Austin Starr:[/color] I assure you I am for real, I know the story—how her mother was on the streets, pulled into a bad world with drugs and bad people; beaten horribly when she refused just because she wanted to protect the life of the child in her womb. One day she ran away and those same bad people she was with found her and murdered her in cold blood, I know they were able to save Savanna at the hospital but her mother was already gone. ***I feel the tears starting to well in my eyes as I stop and struggle to say this next part***Austin Starr:[/color] Ma’am the reason that I know all of this is because I could have prevented all of it. Her mother Ariana came to my doorstep and told me she was pregnant—she begged me to let her in, she told me she loved me and wanted us to be together; but I didn’t listen. I sat behind my door listening to her repeated pleas for me to see her, but I turned her away. It’s my fault ma’am that Savanna has been deprived all of these years of a real family to love and care for her—it’s my fault she doesn’t have a mother and father to call her own. But I want to make things right now, I wa- ***In a mere seconds, Virginia’s face went from doubt to stunned shock to a look of scorned anger.***Virginia: You listen to me you monster, Savanna has a mother and father who love her dearly. Savanna has a home, friends, and a life here—I’m not going to let a man as cold hearted and unfeeling as you come in here and try to ruin that. If what you say is true, you had your chance –you could have let that poor girl into your life. But you didn’t; as god as my witness Austin I will never let you or your black heart anywhere near Savanna. Get out, get out of my house right now before I call the cops. Austin Starr:[/color] As you wish ma’am, but please take my business card—if you ever can find it in your heart to reconsider…please call me….anytime. Virginia: Get out this instant, I mean it! ***I reach into my back pocket and take out one of my business cards and place it on the table. I now see Virginia getting up and making her way over to the telephone. She looks at me with one hand on the receiver and I know she means business now as I turn and let myself out of her house and get back into my car. As soon as the door shuts, I am unable to hold back the tears anymore and I begin to sob quietly to myself. Honestly I should have expected something like this to happen, what I did was wrong, cold hearted of me; perhaps I don’t deserve to be any part of Savanna’s life. Maybe Ariana was my one chance in life to be happy, and since I turned my back on her—perhaps I have condemned myself to spend the rest of my life living this lucid and mundane existence that seemed like heaven for the longest time; but now it’s just….the opposite. Sighing deeply to myself, I put the keys into the ignition; start my car, back out and leave back for Tacoma.***--- With all of the things that have transpired today Chris Savage, you my friend are whom I feel most sorry for. I have basically been proven to be nothing more than a sadistic, black hearted evil man with essentially nothing left to lose in life. How are you going to handle that Chris? How are you going to handle the fact that I see you as nothing more than a proverbial sacrificial lamb—a mere pawn if you will who I intend to make an example out of. Once you’re removed off the board Chris, that will once again free me up to focus on the bigger picture at hand…that porcelain mask…--- OOC NOTES
Final Word Count: Just shy of 3000 (like 2975 I think)
Notes: Good luck Cody |
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