Penance #8 Blade LaVigne vs. Valerie Melamid

[Austin Starr]

Blade LaVigne [4/2/0 - 3 VP] vs. Valerie Melamid [5/0/0 - 16 VP]

***US Title***

[Blade LaVigne]

A Blade LaVigne RP

Prologue

Love, Respect, Honor, Peace, Leadership, everything Blade LaVigne wants to show he can give and do it better than any other person. It has been a dream of Blade's ever since he was a little boy. Watching wrestling with his brothers on the living room couch. Lights off and the mood is just right. You see their grandfather had a copy of Wrestle mania Three. When they witness things like Wrestle mania 3 when Hulk Hogan slammed Andre, it was like nothing before. And every time a new world champion would be crowned. To see their faces and how the fans cheered and loved it all up. Blade has many great memories with the WWE, his father brought him and his brothers to RAW and it was a live event it was on his birthday that day. Triple H beat The Rock to win the intercontinental championship. It was a ladder match and Blade had a huge smile on his face. He has never witness anything so exciting. Blade his whole life was put down and told he could never fulfill that dream. He wanted to be loved like the wrestlers with championship belts. He wants to feel what they felt holding the gold and being the top dog in the back and on the roster. He wanted to become a champion not just for the fame but because it has been a dream, a childhood dream. In SCW he won the old United State championship but at the time the US title was the third best title. He lost it within three weeks. Now the US title is the only title in SCW and it means the world to him.

He wants it so much, and he will not stop fighting until he wins it. He had many chances, many times the title was at his reach but he failed to grab it and it faded from his finger tips. This week on Penance Blade LaVigne must go one on one with the person who two weeks ago beat Blade and became the newest, well was handed the championship by Ken. Valerie Melamid. Valerie gave Blade a run for his money and she is now five wins and zero losses. She is a talent young wrestler and now the SCW United States champion. This is round two and now she has something Blade wants, she has the thing that is always on Blade's mind. Day in, Day out that championship is the topic of the day. It is time to make that dream a reality because this could be Blade's last shot at this title for a very very long time.

One More Chance

The scene opens up outside of the Penance arena. A big line of fans are battling to get inside. Waving their tickets infront of the entrance desk and rushing in to get their sits in time.It is a great day out, the sun is high and there is no winds. It is a few hours before show time and out of nowhere a black limo drives up and goes into the back arena. It stops mid way through and we see SCW crew members stop what they are going and face the limo. The limo drivers gets out of the drivers sit and runs around to the back door of the limo. The Driver ups the door and stands there with his hand out. A hand pops out of the door and slams a 100 dollar bill into the hands of the limo driver. The limo drive smiles in joy and runs back to the drivers sit of the car. A foot stops out of the limo and slowly a man makes his way fully out of the limo and shuts the door behind him. The man is dressed in black dress pants and a black over coat with a white under shirt.

We have some idea on who the man is but we do not want to guess because the man is wearing black shades which cover his eyes. The man cocks a grin and brings a hand up to the shades and pulls them off with one arm movement. His grin increases as now we can see that the man is non other than The Future Blade LaVigne. LaVigne takes a couple of steps as from behind the limo drives off. Blade puts the shades into his pants pocket and walks into the arena. At this time Blade is inside the backstage area. He walks down this long hall way, he passes more crew, a couple of referees. LaVigne makes it to a door and on the door we see a label. The label reads "The Future." Blade opens the door and him and the following cameraman walks into the large room. The door is shut by the cameraman. Now inside Blade LaVigne's lockeroom. Blade digs inside of his pocket, pulls out his shades and throws them onto the kitchen table. We see a leather couch which lays in the middle of the room and we see a flat screen television hanging on the wall. Blade walks over the the leather couch and falls back onto it. LaVigne lends his head back and looks into the Sin City Wrestling camera. Blade LaVigne begins to speak.

Blade LaVigne: I feel great, I really do...you see last week I beat Jack Orton and I proved my talent. After that match I went to the office of my boss and I told him I was going to cash in my VIP points and I wanted a match with Valerie Melamid for her United States championship. It was set up and now tonight I get that shot, the chance to prove myself to the whole SCW roster that I can make my childhood dream and turn it into reality. I have seen that championship gold fade from my fingers many times before, that will not happen this week. Losing is not an option tonight against Valerie.

My whole career here in Sin City Wrestling has been like a roller coaster. Up and downs left and right. Too many downs to count though and less ups than I attended. You see winning the top title here has been journey I started way back in 2009. And there is a good chance my journey will stop and I will be at the end of that dark tunnel. I will see the light and I will capitalize. I am physically, mentally ready for this match. I am so focused it is not even funny. I might had failed to beat Valerie two weeks ago but this time she has what I want and she has a big red target on her back. Valerie, you and I are completely different. You fight for yourself and I fight for pride, respect and honour. You are undefeated, you hold the belt, you are the one under pressure and when the time comes whole of that pressure will fall and crash leaving you on the ground and me winning the top title here in SCW for the first time. I always been the under dog and that is fine and all. People expect me to knock the top guy off his thorn. I been the guy who always fought up hill. It is time for me to take my rightful place here in this company. No longer will I be number two or the second best. It is my time to step up and become the new United States champion.

Blade lends forward and lets his arms lay on his knees. Blade looks straight into the camera. LaVigne looks more serious than ever as he speaks.

Blade LaVigne:I plan on doing the unthinkable. I am four and two when it comes to my win and loss record. I will make that five and two by beating Valerie tonight. You see Valerie, you beat me and I respect you for that. But I will win tonight because I have the fans cheering for me and I willing to do what ever it takes Valerie. Whatever it takes. SCW is changing forever and what it needs is a leader, a man who wants to see it succeed. I can be that man. Valerie, you are undefeated like I once said. You control the whole SCW and you are where I want to be when it comes to our careers. The title, love from the fans and you will be remembered as one of the best to ever step in a SCW ring. But I ask you to hand the crown over. I wish it worked that way but it does not. If you want to become anything here in Sin City, you must work your ass off. You must do things that no one expects. You must have potential, you must be talented and you must show promise.

I have all three. You must have heart and you must be willing to put your body on the line when it comes to big matches like this. I am willing and I do have the heart. You See Pain is inevitable, Suffering is optional and in this match I want to suffer as much as I can. However, The pain that my opponents will feel, will be inevitable when I am declared as the winner. A promise is strong and a promise can not be broken. I will walk into that Penance ring and I will fight like I never fought before.This is a promise I am making, because promises end up being much stronger than simple desires. I will walk into Penance like a flawless veteran. I will enter the ring, and will not leave until my name is announced as the winner. I will bite, scratch, claw, and amaze, I will do whatever to win. I may bleed, sweat...Anything can happen but I promise you at the end of the night I will be remembered....and hopefully the new United States champion.

Valerie, I wish you the best of luck and let the better superstar win.

The scene ends with Blade lends back, his serious face turns back to the cocky grin. The SCW Logo comes flying across the screen as the camera fades to black.

Notes: Good luck. I worked on this all day and I thought it I did a good job. Valerie, this should be fun. Can not wait to read your rp. Hopefully I can win my first title since AK brought it back.

Word Count: 1685 I believe.

[TerminusEst13]

The term “get back into the kitchen” has grown a negative connotation; the idea that a woman’s place is “in the kitchen” has been the subject of much fury over the past decades due to the rise of gender equality.
Valerie always felt at home in the kitchen, though. It was simply her favorite place to be, when she wasn’t training. At the store, she loved standing around and picking up things that looked delicious and fresh, and simply imagining the possibilities once she got home. Once she started cooking, however, then things got even better.
There was a meticulous science to it all, a chemistry with formulas that could wildly alter. She could cook the same thing days upon days in a row and yet still have it end up tasting entirely differently each time. Every dish was a new adventure—she could make whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. It could be spicy, savory, sweet, or sultry; boiled, steamed, broiled, baked or flambéd; served raw, medium rare, a la mode, on ice or on fire.
There were so many choices of food, endless tastes and flavors that she could mix together. It was a chemistry like none other, with the final result being a delicacy that she could eat right after it was finished; she could savor all of the hard work and all of the effort that she put into it and making it a reality.
Every recipe was a dream, and every bit of work in the kitchen was to make that dream a reality.

“Have you ever baked a cake before, Blade?”
The question was innocuous. Valerie was, once again, in her maid uniform rather than her wrestling attire.
She gestured at the table in front of her, with numerous sorts of utensils and ingredients laying atop it—there were decorators, mixes, flours, sugars, milks, eggs, food colorings, and various other things strewn about presumably for making cake.
“I think it would do you good, Blade. You’re clearly a rich guy, who lives a good life in the upper-class lane. It’d be good to help clear your head a bit.”
Valerie grinned widely and then clasped her hands together. “Plus, you know, it’s cake. I know you like cake, ‘cause everyone likes cake. In Russia, it’s actually against the law to dislike cake.”

Valerie pointed down at the different bowls and pans that lay before her, a multitude of options gracing the view.
“First off, though, you need your pan. The best pan to use is, obviously, a baking pan.” She grabbed a metallic rectangle with a wide lip along the edges, forming a deep dish. “This is where all the action goes down. You can consider it a makeshift arena—this is where all your hopes and skills are going to go in and be put to the test.”
Valerie lays the dish down and picks up a stick of butter, starting to rub it around in the pan. “First, though, you need to prepare. Nothing’s going to go well if you don’t start with preparations, and even the greatest practitioner in the world is going to burn things if he or she doesn’t ready it up first.”
She lifts up the stick of butter and waves it at the camera. “The thing about readying, though, is that you need to be GENTLE about it. You can’t try to force things to happen faster than they can. Lay things on too thick, and you get a terrible mess because it’s just not going to go well. Ignore the importance of it and don’t do enough, and nothing comes out but a big useless rock good for nothing except bludgeoning people with.”

She pushes the pan aside, reaching over and picking up another pan, this one already filled with ingredients mixed together. A couple lines lay across the top in decoration, though trying to see what they represented at this angle was almost impossible.
“After that, though, then you’re ready to start up your cake. This is where things really come into action—it’s time to make your dream a reality!”
She lays the pan on the table and buries her hands into the ingredients, starting to knead them all together and mixing them by hand.
“A lot of people say they have a natural talent for baking like this, but it’s really just a question of ‘feeling’. You can’t just try to follow rituals and recipes solemnly, and you certainly can’t put your trust in your own abilities alone. You have to have a feeling for it. You have to reach into this gunky and disgusting muck and turn it into something beautiful and delicious. It may be regarded as a failure at first glance, but all it needs is just a little work with some baking and then it turns out wonderful. Only in intentionally creating something repulsive can you then result in a delicious cake.”
It took a few minutes of Valerie grunting in silence as she kneaded into the batter furiously, but then she finally had something to her satisfaction. She pulled her hands away with a ‘whew!’ and lifted up the resulting mixture.
It certainly looked like batter. Slimy, drippy, gooey, the usual adjectives that identified it as more of a snotty whitish mixture than a future batch of food.
“Goodness. This certainly looks bad, doesn’t it?”
She shakes her head slowly. “It almost looks like I could just throw this away and call it a loss. It looks like a failure, and that I’ll just have to do better next time. I’ll just have to work harder, and promise myself it’ll be different next time.”
“But the thing about this, though, is that it just needs one more step. I need to know that, despite how it doesn’t look the least bit pretty, it’s not the end. In fact, that’s the entire point of it! I’m not trying to make this look pretty, or to get acclaim for a glorious cake, or to make people who like me happy with this—I’m just trying to make a delicious cake that I can enjoy eating. So, all that’s left is simply to put it into the oven.”

Valerie promptly did so; it took just sliding open the oven door, sliding the pan in, and sliding the knob over to the appropriate heat. Upon finishing it, she went over to the sink and washed off her hands. While the water started cleansing the dough and other chemicals from her, she started shaking her head with a sigh.
“Blade, Blade, Blade. You just don’t learn, do you? If you keep this up, I’m not sure you’re ever going to learn.”
Valerie pulled her hands away and started drying her hands off.
“What is it with you, Blade? I guess some people could talk about how persistent you are, but I’m getting another vibe from you. I’m getting the vibe of a desperate man, a man absolutely obsessed with a single goal and ignoring everything else.”
“There’s something to say for being driven, but it’s all too easy to take that so far. It’s pretty obvious that you’re near the point of addiction—you want another fix of glory and fame, and want the power that being a ‘champion’ can provide. You’re like a kid who just wants his precious toy and is upset that he’s not getting it fast enough. You said you want to see the light, but you intentionally leave yourself in the dark, hunting down just something material. All you want is a single possession, a possession which isn’t going to mean anything in a couple weeks anyway, if Ken and Austin go through with their announcements. What use is a title to a closed federation, aside from just showing it off to people and saying what once was?”
Valerie tosses the towel to the side and looks directly at the camera.
“Isn’t it time you started worrying about something else? What has your time here has taught you, if anything? Have you learned anything at all from your matches, from your opponents, or from peoples’ reactions to you?”
“Of course you haven’t. Because of that, you’ve hit a wall. It’s the same wall you’ve hit over and over—you’re so close to getting the championship, but you just can’t pass it.”
Valerie points a thumb at herself. “I’m the wall this time. I’m not broad, I’m not tall, I’m not muscular, and I’m certainly not heavy. But I’m still your wall, and I’m still immobile and set in place. Bring me down, and I’ll just get back up. Punch me, and I’ll just bend with it. Try to pin me, and I’ll throw you off and then fling you down harder. You can throw whatever dirty tricks you want at me, and I’ll just brush them aside. You can come at me fair, and I’ll just punch you harder, knock you out like you’re just a punching bag. Hammer your head on this wall over and over, and the only thing that’s going to crack is your skull. Not me, not my streak, and certainly not this belt.”
“What am I fighting for? Nothing except myself, but it’s still a better reason than for you to be fighting. I want enlightenment and enjoyment, and you simply want a possession. I take my loss and roll with it, while you sit in the corner and mope, then talk next week about how it’s your destiny and that you simply need to do better next time.”

Valerie frowned deeply, scowling at the camera.
“Losing doesn’t work that way, Blade. Losing doesn’t work that way at all. I stand here, and I stand here having learned from my losses. I’m an immobile wall, constructed not of victories but of what I’ve learned from my losses—not just from my loss in SCW but also from my losses seven years ago. It doesn’t come just from training and self-confidence and heart, but also from what you learn. I’ve learned a lot in my life, from all walks of life and facets of life, all from what I’ve done wrong and what I lost. What about you?”
Silence. She let that question hang in the air.
“There’s only one way this is going to end, Blade. You can talk all you want about your promises and desires, but it’s simply a fact: You don’t have the skills to beat me, and you won’t ever have the skills to beat me. No amount of promising yourself that you can finally reach your destiny is going to change that you simply can’t match me. You’re fighting a losing battle, Blade, and you’re staking your entire future and destiny on what you just aren’t going to get.”
“What’s going to be your reaction when you don’t get it? What’s going to be your fans’ reactions when you don’t get it? If you stake all of your dreams and happiness on a single object, then you quickly find yourself whittling away once you start faltering. You keep taking your losses and throwing them all away.”

The oven started beeping.

“Oh, but don’t worry.”
Valerie’s expression quickly changed to a pleasant smile as she reached over and pulled the oven door open, the cake quickly following suit.
“I just baked you a consolation prize. I’ll let you eat cake.”
She drops the cake onto the table and waves before skipping off.

The view shifts over to the cake, looking it over—a traditional four-sided cake, though with patterns on the edge reminiscent of Second Chance Wrestling’s mat and ring ropes.
There was, however, a single especially notable decoration.
The entire mat had a wall laying atop it.
A single, sturdy, unbroken wall.


((Word count is just under 2000 again. G'luck, Blade))