OOC: I enjoyed this rp so much. Guest appearances are with permission, and I was also given permission to do what I did with them, damn it! Click the links at the bottom of each page, as the rp progresses. Did a little something different with the CD as well as the shoot. Its going to lead some pretty cool stuff in my mind.

One Night Stand with Fate

No one should go without a birthday wish. Happy Birthday mate.

I do not like doing this, but have had too much going on.  I am definitely not going to hastily type up something I won't like, especially on my birthday.  So I have no choice but to use the PPV roleplay.  I know I'll lose yet again, but it is what it is.

To Olek:  If Jay is drawn to be in a title match, can you please give that opportunity to someone else?  It can be played off as Jay wants to see someone younger have a chance to win gold that hasn't won any yet.

Also link to Cold Blooded Roleplay here, even though it isn't necessary, being I was the last one to post for the PPV...

SCW Cold Blooded Jay Gold RP

Given the hectic time crunch I've been under due to the ever-changing circumstances with work in these times, I'm opting to use my last RP for this thing. I've been made aware of the potential consequences of this, considering my last RP was a joint effort that I'm using for both members of my tag team, but at this point my options are a bit limited so I'm going this route. My last RP is reposted below to make it easier to track down.








February 27, 2020

SCW had started back up in the wake of trios, and no sign of Las Bandidas de Gata Negra hadn't slowed anything down.

As the show had gone down in Raleigh the previous night, Valeria and Maria had been watching from a hotel room in Pittsburgh. The Steel City didn't really have any significance to them right now; just a stopping point on their way to their next target, which had shifted a bit since their last heist. The idea was to stay on top of SCW affairs so that when they ultimately returned, they'd be ready to hit the ground running once more. Most of the show hadn't really been too interesting to them outside of the company's standard fare, but Valeria couldn't help but show a bit of concern for Scarlet's defeat now that she was back in action. There was also the interesting mess that was the match between Kandis and Tommy and the pairing of Regan and Selena that just had the two women shaking their heads, even causing Maria to mutter a few things under her breath in her native tongue that would never fly had there been a camera right in front of them at this very moment. The idea of Frozen Hell getting a tag title opportunity so soon after just forming left a sour taste in their mouths for sure, even if Valeria could play devil's advocate over the fact that with the two of them on hiatus they were probably lacking in teams.

Vencejo: So, when do we return to the ring and turn all of this upside-down?

Garcia: Originally, I didn't think this would go for more than another week if all went well. After what we learned, though? Probably for the best if we continue to stay off the airwaves until we have a better idea of what's going on and how we dismantle it.

Maria wasn't going to lie about missing the thrill of the ring now that she's had quite the taste of the wrestling life, but she knew Valeria was being wise about this. Just a few days ago, they had been in New York stealing a few gifts from a wealthy man who was clearly in the good graces of their true endgame, as a means of trying to quietly undercut some of his connections to both weaken Ivan's global power and potentially distract him to aid in their final attack. During this, they had also stolen a letter that outlined the possibility of the wealthy Norwegian looking to invest in SCW via one of his proxy connections. Maybe it was just a failsafe in case the investment didn't pan out like he was hoping, as a means of keeping himself from really taking the hit in the long run, but the letter's mention of someone in SCW having caught his eye set off all sorts of alarms in Valeria's head. She was trying to ignore the very likely possibility that the man had finally tracked her down because of her being a very public face now, but she knew Ivan better than most and the fears could very much be well-founded.

They had to know for sure.

They had arranged for a little meeting while they were in Pittsburgh, feeling that if they got what they needed then the city would serve as a valuable pivot point for their next move. After all, it was closer to the state of Minnesota than New York had been, putting then that tiny bit forward towards infiltrating Ivan's home in America, and the drive was actually a bit shorter to Toronto from here should they need to start heading towards where SCW's headquarters were to trey and cut off anything regarding this SCW investment if there was a need to do so. They had originally planned to hit a few more of Ivan's connections along the east coast of the country to try and spread his focus before working their way in his direction, but catching wind of his latest plan and short-circuiting it early could prove invaluable. As they headed out on this night to meet up with someone, Valeria had laid this out to Maria, but the master thief naturally had her concerns.

Vencejo: I know the SCW gambit is a big deal, but don't you think trying to cut that off is risky? It feels like the kind of move that would expose us prematurely and give him a chance to either track us or prepare for when we ultimately strike him.

Garcia: If you'd like to consider our informant as a perfect example, then you'll realize that despite the power and fear tactics he wields, Ivan is still not without his enemies. One thing I safely remember from our past is that he made a major deal up in Canada once that took a bad turn due to some unforeseen circumstances, and he's not exactly a welcome face around those parts anymore because of it. One would think it might've blown over after all these years, but if he's trying to go through someone else to invest in SCW, which is based in Canada, then that's a pretty clear sign he's still not a name that wants to be recognized in the Great White North.

Vencejo: So you're thinking that if we sabotage this, he'd draw the conclusion that one of his enemies up there caught wind of it and did the job instead?

Garcia: If we play our cards right, that's exactly what we'd want him believing.

Maria seemed satisfied as the two made their way into a seedy little bar that was quite out of the way even for a city like this, but Valeria had her doubts despite the confidence she radiated in her answer to her partner. While her assumption certainly wasn't a lie and she thoroughly believed it to be likely, there was a lingering concern that part of why Ivan would use a proxy for this deal had just as much to do as trying to avoid public recognition that would give away any indication that he may be one step closer to sinking his claws back into her. Considering who she was talking about, anything was a viable option that had to be kept in mind, which was one of the reasons why Ivan had been quite the pain to take down by anybody attempting to do so. Deep down, Valeria hoped that tonight she'd be able to nail down a few of those options to prepare accordingly, which is why she and Maria took a seat at a table in a dimly lit corner of the bar, right across from a man in a trenchcoat who certainly looked like he belonged in a place like this for reasons that are probably better off not being public knowledge.

???: The eagle dies by night.

Garcia: And the coyote calls in the morning.

The figure chuckles to himself before reaching out to shake hands with both ladies. Neither one really wanted to bother trying to make sense of the nonsensical phrases, but if this guy needed a way to make sure his information was only passed on to those looking for it, he needed something to confirm he had the right client.

???: It's good to see you ladies again.

Garcia: You too Rattlesnake.

The man relaxed a little bit at the acknowledgment before motioning for a round to be brought over to their table, so as not to come off as any more suspicious that they may already have seemed. Obviously Rattlesnake was a code name and neither Valeria or Maria knew his real name, but the fact of the matter was the guy was good at his job. He was an information dealer, being inexplicably good at infiltrating even the tightest of inner circles to get information that would not be so easily accessible and then selling it to anyone looking to use it for their own ends. Being somewhat of a master of disguise made it virtually impossible to ever truly trace things back to him, and as long as he made his money he didn't care about the consequences his actions brought about. In that regard, he certainly lived up to his code name in every sense of the word.

Vencejo: Thank you for the intel on that mansion in New York.

Rattlesnake: Ey, that was standard information ladies. But it held value to you, so I was happy to comply. I assume things went well, which makes me curious as to the nature of requesting another meeting.

Garcia: There was something we found in that house that raised a few concerns about our main target. We were hoping you might be able to shed a little light on Ivan's plans so we know what our next move is.

Rattlesnake just chuckled to himself, which doubled as a perfect mask for when their beers were brought over. He took a drink as they were left alone again, motioning for the ladies to indulge as well as it was his treat to help make the mood seem a little less tense. The fact that Rattlesnake had managed to infiltrate the inner circle of Ivan Telebor was a true testament to his impressive abilities and disregard for consequences or any fear of what may happen if he were found out.

Rattlesnake: Something pertaining to those 'gifts' I told you Ivan passed along to the guy to make sure he was handsomely rewarded for his loyalty while keeping quiet about their dealings?

Garcia: Not quite.

Valeria nodded to her partner, and Maria pulled the letter from her coat pocket and slid it over for Rattlesnake to examine. Maria thought it would be best to hang on to it because Valeria seemed to zone out in a way that concerned her whenever she so much as read a word off that piece of paper, and Valeria was silently thankful for it. She was starting to get tired of stressing about smaller details of what they were doing, but in her defense she honestly believed she was more emotionally prepared to tackle this than she truly was.

Rattlesnake: Interesting... he spoke of this in confidence to those he trusts recently, including yours truly which is always a mistake, but I did not think he was boldly outsourcing this information to potential connections he has in the stock market yet. He must really be certain he's going to get what he wants out of this.

Vencejo: What exactly IS he after, though?

Rattlesnake slides the letter back to the ladies before gulping down more of his beer, almost like he's pausing to ponder the best way to put this.

Rattlesnake: Basically, he knows SCW is seen as one of the biggest and most profitable wrestling companies in the world right now, or businesses in general for that matter. He's hit a bit of a snag in past years over a mishap with one of his main financial lines back in his homeland, and it's starting to catch up to him. He originally was going to just ignore the place and try to wave himself into some other profitable venture around here, since he's still not exactly in the good graces of our neighbor to the north after a debacle some time back, but I guess someone in particular caught his eye there and he felt it was worth finding a way around all his enemies up there.

Garcia: Any idea who it is that caught his eye?

Valeria phrased that question a little more desperately than she would have liked, which was a rare moment of emotion creeping through and potentially messing up her carefully laid plans, but while Rattlesnake certainly looked intrigued by her investment into this he seemed more amused than anything else as he finished off his beer, motioning for Valeria to indulge a little more as she seemed like she needed it.

Rattlesnake: Sadly, I can't share that. Ivan's been pretty tight lipped about this person even to his closest and most trusted confidants. All I know is it's somebody on that roster. Some of the guys have been throwing out wild theories that it's some lady Ivan might be interested in, but his heart's been more ice cold than normal since he lost someone he used to call his 'little diamond in the rough' some time back.

At the sound of that, Valeria's eyes went wide and she practically shotgunned the rest of her drink, surprising Maria as she'd never seen Valeria ever openly chug an alcoholic beverage without any regard before. Rattlesnake certainly seemed to be growing more invested in her reaction to this, but before he had a chance to pry, Maria interjected, knowing what the next step was with what had been shared with them.

Vencejo: If Ivan's staying out of Canada because he's not welcome there, then how's he planning to get a piece of the SCW pie?

Rattlesnake: Ah, I take it this is the part where we discuss your next victim? I was nice enough to give you a few freebies out of respect for someone trying to undercut this bastard, but if we're going to continue any further I'm going to need me fee.

Maria just rolled her eyes at this and slid an envelope stuffed with bills across the table, to which Rattlesnake quickly moved it beneath the table and counted it out to confirm he wasn't being shorted. Tucking it away in his coat, he nodded and pulled out a small index card and a pen before jotting down all the necessary information.

Rattlesnake: Your connection here is an investor who works in Toronto. The guy's pretty unremarkable at first glance and doesn't have a great track record with the small firm he works for, but it's all a front so he can pocket a little bit extra for himself or dabble in under-the-table dealings with shadier folks. Ivan's his biggest client in that regard, and if anyone can somehow find a way to get him a slice of that place, it'd be this guy. Here's his address... pretty small apartment he shares with a ton of other tenants, but it helps to keep people from looking into him along with the whole 'down-on-his-luck' image he presents in public.

He slides the card and all it's information over, and Maria pockets it before finishing up her drink. Valeria slowly seems to have snapped out of her thoughts as the two stand up and prepare to depart.

Vencejo: It was nice doing business with you Rattlesnake. We'll keep in touch.

Rattlesnake: Actually, could you ladies hold on for just a moment?

Just as they're about to turn and leave, they slowly return to facing Rattlesnake as he stands up and moves close to Valeria to whisper something in her ear that sends a shiver down her spine.

Rattlesnake: I think you think you're the one he's after. I can't say for sure, but I'll be nice and try to find out for you. I don't think I'd need to say this if you are who I think you are, but tread lightly if that is the case.

Valeria nods and the two women leave, Rattlesnake eyeing them carefully. Maria would question Valeria on this later and hear this statement reiterated, which only added to her own worries, but Rattlesnake simply hated the idea of losing out on some very valuable long term clients to his info dealings.

Of course, if Ivan found out who he was and decided to use his services instead of outright killing him... well, his code name wasn't just to disguise his identity, after all.

Anyone able to take a match, let me know. I'll pass along matches as I check this.

Latest one, playing a lot of catch up here and the next few rps

OWEN #64

A new chapter in this story. Tons of new players. Lots of fun to write.

Fatal Fortunes 2020

Supreme Championship Wrestling is officially in the darkest timeline... Bree Lancaster became the World Heavyweight Champion. Blake knew the day was coming. Bree is immensely talented. Driven to high heaven. Nothing was going to stop Bree from becoming champion, or fate was going to play a hand in the outcome (#thankyousyren), in any event, Syren's inference wasn't going to be in the history books. The end result was all that mattered. The Empire of Bree was christened at Cold Blooded. The question on some people's minds would eventually linger to how Blake Mason was going to react/respond to him existing in a company where his ex wife is a World Champion.


He didn't have one. Yet.


Moments after his match with the Big Ass, Jackass Connection he was more focused on processing that loss. Wasn't fun. He knew him and Kelsia were up against the odds, more established tag team. Their connection wound up being the difference. But still Blake felt more could have been done. They should have been better prepared to overcome the mountain they had only one shot to overcome. Kelsai didn't take the loss well. He concluded that Kelsai was mad at him. Wouldn't be the first time. She wasn't thrilled he used his contract to circumvent the Trios process, all because he didn't want to wrestle his ex-wife.


So Blake did the only thing he could do, leave Kelsai alone. There was nothing left to do.


Not bothering to stick around for the remainder of the pay per view, while he was in the backseat of the rental car; he pulled out his phone. He pulled up Kelcey's number. Figuring she was likely busy all things considered... he went into his messages. He shot Kelcey the text... “I am heading back home in the morning. Forget commercial. Fly back with me on my jet.” Blake put the phone away not expecting an immediate response from Kelcey. He wished to sit in silence on the rest of the ride to the hotel...



Blake woke up early the next morning. He was out of the hotel by 10 am. On his way to the airport he checked his phone. Pleased that Kelcey agreed to fly back with him he felt a lot better. Part of him wanted to briefly check in on Kelsai. He pushes away the thought, Blake had full confidence Victor would keep him updated. On the jet, Blake sat by the window. He kept himself distracted by reading Fortune Magazine. He looked up to notice Jaxson Sullivan standing by the door. His attention returned to the magazine.


“She's here, Mr. Mason.” he could hear Jaxson plainly state.



To his satisfaction Kelcey walked over to where he is sitting, taking a seat across from him, she gives the inside of the jet a once over taking everything all in.


“It's been awhile.” she remarks.


Blake nods. “Definitely has. Congratulations by the way. Alistaire, Owen, Peyton cleaned house. Especially Peyton. Adrenaline Champion. Engaged to a good man. You must be proud of all of them.”



Kelcey smiles. “I am. Don't thank me. Peyton, Alistaire and Owen put the work in. Aaron as well. I'm around if they need me. That's all.”



Blake half smirks. “How do you keep doing that?”



Kelcey tilts her head to the side. “Do what?”



“Stay humble.” Blake says.



Kelcey smiles. “You don't need to flatter me.”



“Flattery is a waste, we are long past that stage. Just calling how I see it.” Not breaking eye contact with Kelcey, Blake smiles. His attention would be diverted when Jaxson taps Blake on the shoulder. Blake looks up at his bodyguard.


“We're about to take off. I'll give you two some privacy.”



Jax nods at Blake first, then Kelcey, then he heads off to another part of the jet to leave his boss and Kelcey largely undisturbed. Blake fastens himself in. So does Kelcey. In a matter of moments the jet took off. It would be a matter of time before New Orleans would be left in the dust for the foreseeable future.


Time passed. For the most part there was silence between Blake and Kelcey. Not that Blake didn't want to speak to the woman he shares more than a complicated history with, he couldn't bring himself to talk. He would glance at Kelcey every now and then between reading Fortune and browsing his phone. The Kindle app came in handy during long jet rides. The trip from New Orleans to California was destined to last hours. Having reading material came in handy. Normally after an exciting night of wrestling Blake was tired. He didn't get much sleep the night previous. Staring at a screen didn't help matters. Blake drifted off into nothingness.


Not knowing how much time had elapsed Blake woke up. The first thing he saw was Kelcey. That comforted him. Letting out a yawn, he asked. “How long was I out?”


“Thirty minutes I believe.” Kelcey replied.


“Well... that's eventual.” Blake sighs. “Is there anything I can do for you? A glass of water? I have plenty of food.”


Kelcey shakes her head. “No right now. Thanks for the offer. There is something you can do for me.”


“Shoot.”


“Talk to me.”


“Alright.” Blake clears his throat. “Fatal Fortunes is coming up. Got to get Peyton ready for that, right? I assure you Kelcey, if Fortune does dictate I challenge Peyton for the Adrenaline Championship I will fight fair, no cheating like I did with Alistaire. I will give Peyton the match she deserves, promise.”


“I appreciate that Blake, that's not what I meant.” Kelcey leans forward. “Tell me what's really on your mind, you've been offly quiet.”



“Your presence calms me, Kelcey. Trust me, I need it right now. We don't need to have an hours long conversation about whatever. Can't we enjoy each others company like the good ole days.” Blake flashes his million dollar smile.


Kelcey wasn't moved. “Nice try. You can tell me anything.”



“Not true-” Blake breaks eye contact looking off to the side for a brief moment. “-- certain words when spoken can't be taken back. Every action, taken, every word spoken comes with a price. And I am trying to the best of my ability to minimize those consequences. I disagree Kelcey, I can't tell you anything; but if you want to know what is on my mind right now...” Blake sighs. “I think I hate my ex-wife.”



Kelcey's eyes widen at the revelation.



Blake then launches into what happened on April 11st. Him and Bree's respective private jets were delayed due to unforeseen circumstances. They were stuck with nowhere to go, Blake at first tried his best to be polite, Bree was hostile the entire time. He did acknowledge he lost his cool, telling Bree that Dom was a nice substitute, if he was available she would not hesitate to show up on his doorstep. Things did get ugly he acknowledged, not his proudest moment.


Blake takes a moment to catch his breath. “All I could think about on the ride back was do I hate Bree? An odd thing to say, I am the one who gave up on the marriage, it has been two years. I swear she has gotten worse. More narcissistic. More entitled. More over the top, didn't think it was possible. Always knew she was emotional, there are times I ask myself, what did I see in her in the first place? Why show Bree kindness when she clearly beyond a shadow of a doubt hates me? Bree doesn't deserve my kindness! She is masquerading as the godmother to your son. What type of human being does that?!”



“A petty one.” Kelcey chimes in. “No surprise considering the company she keeps.”



“We I am consumed by hate, I'm a monster. I don't want to hate Bree. She is a decent human being. The pettiness. Allowing the weight of her own ego to drag her down. The narcissism.” Blake chuckles. “It's funny in a way. She said to me, maybe Taylor doesn't mind not being the center of my attention... isn't that what a narcissist wants? For the world to revolve around them.”


Blake pauses. He didn't need Kelcey to respond to know the answer his statement. “I remember the first time she walked out on me. I was consumed with becoming the World Champion. I didn't pay Bree as much attention as she wanted. Didn't value her input. When we got back together I poured my entire heart and soul into getting her back. Made her the center of my world once again. Everyone else I dated didn't need my world the revolve around them like Bree did. I was guilty for feeding her narcissism, I enabled it. As sad as it is to say, Bree will always be my biggest disappointment.”



Blake looks down at the table separating him and Kelcey, He unloaded a lot on her plate. That wasn't his intent. “I'm sorry. I sho--”


Kelcey rest her hand on his. That stops Blake from completing his sentence. “No need to be sorry.”



“The last thing you need to hear is me rambling on about my ex.”



“You are not the only one dealing with the fallout of a marriage.” Kelcey reminded him.



It was Kelcey's turn to share her run in with the ex. She recounted to Blake how she had a run in with Chris at the coffee shop. His entire body tensed up as she told the story. She told him how the chance meeting quickly devolved into the usual banter between them about Chris holding true to his belief he had done the right thing, Kelcey wanting her son, Chris escalating things to the point where Kelcey slapped the shit out of him. Blake's blood pressure rose the more Kelcey told him the story. He imagined if he was there how things would have gone. Blake didn't want his mind to go there. What helped was seeing the wave of emotion written on Kelcey's face. Blake got out of his seat, he sat down right next to her. Wrapped his arm around her shoulder, Blake said as comforting as he could.


“Kelcey, it's going to be ok. I have all the faith in the world you are going to make this right. There is nothing I want more for you than to snatch custody of your son away from Chris. Him and Sienna are both unstable. Anyone with a lick of common sense can see that. Continue the fight. I'll be here to listen. Promise.”


“Thank you.” Kelcey leans her head into Blake's chest. “Are you going to be ok?”



“Don't hold back, even when it comes to him.” Blake affirms. “Chris isn't my favorite person; obviously, you could have had that same confrontation with Sean Lions, Brian Dobsin, the kid from South Park. Whoever. I am always going to be protective when it comes to you. It's tough. I want to help you to get your son back. You deserve that. I can only involve myself so much. Anything involving Chris is falling into a rabbit hole. Don't know how I'll react. But rest assured, you can talk to me. That's what friends are for right, being there for better or worse.”


Blake spent more time than he should have comforting Kelcey. He wasn't feeling, in the moment he felt she needed him, so he buried what he was feeling, focused on ensuring that Kelcey returned to the calm state of being he appreciates so much. Jaxson walks into view. He signals for Blake to come join him. Blake shakes him off, letting him know now is not the time. Doing as he boss says, Jaxson walks away, leaving Blake alone with Kelcey...


--


For three days all Blake Mason focused on was spending time with Taylor Chase, her son Sebastian and his daughter Kayla. He wanted to put Cold Blooded behind him. There were moments in the day where his bonding session with Kelcey would creep into his consciousness. By and large he knew what was important to him, a life with Taylor Chase. Not that she didn't appreciate him being home all the time. Being a wrestler like he is, she urged him to get back to work. On the third day of him being home, Blake called up Jaxson, he asked the big man to meet him at Gold's Gym. Paying off the owner to ensure him and Jaxson were the only ones permitted to work out. Money talks. Always has. Always will. He got his way. Blake, wearing black boxer shorts and a white wife beater shirt and gloves to protect his hands, unleashed unchanneled aggression on the heavy bag in front of him. Rights and lefts.  A right hook here and a left hook there to pepper in. He treated the bag like it tried to burn down one of his homes. Silently, Jaxson stood off to the side observing his boss make up for a few days of relaxing. 


“Want to talk about it, Mr. Mason?” Jaxson calmly asked. 



Blake heard what his bodyguard asked. In the zone, he opted not to respond. All he cares about is building up a sweet. He was quite successful at it. 


Jaxson tries to get Blake's attention again, “Ms. Wallace was right about one thing, it is not healthy to bottle your emotions in. I've seen it all the time with clients. The sooner we address this now, the better.”


Blake stops killing the heavy bag. He glances at Jaxson for a moment. Swiftly, he returns his focus to the bag. Clearing the sweet from his forehead, Blake goes back on the offense. He gets a couple solid shots in. His follow up was blocked when Jaxson, without noticing, grabbed Blake's arm. He shifts his attention to his bodyguard, glaring at him. “Let go!” Blake scrowls. 


Unflinching, Jaxson states. “I am not going to pretend to know the in depth history between you and Ms. Wallace. But it's quite clear that you are one step closer to having an emotional affair.”


Jaxson releases his boss's arm. Blake has an expression of bewilderment on his face. “We're friends. What did you want me to do, tell Kelcey not to confide in me?”



“I was under the assumption the plan was to keep your distance. Inviting Ms. Wallace on your private jet defeats the purpose.” Jaxson plainly stated. 




“I am not paying you to get inside my head, Jax!” Blake reminded his bodyguard. “Emotional affair is an invention of an insecure person who couldn't stand their lover having a relationship with their ex. It's pseudo silence that's one thousand percent hog wash. If you expect me to pretend Kelcey does not exist sorry Jax, that is not the real world.” 


“You are walking a dangerous tightrope; what happens if Mr. Cannon crosses a line you deem not appropriate? Are you going to be Kelcey's avenging angel? How will that affect your relationship with Taylor?” 


Blake rubs the temple to his forehead. “The gym is free to both of us, Jaxson. Didn't you bring some workout clothes?”


Jaxson shakes his head. 


Blake continues. “Go to my locker in the back, get my black card, go to a store, buy some clothes.” 


Jaxson tilts his head to the side. “By the time I come back you'll be done.”


Blake smiles. “Smart man. Look Jax, the gym is a temple, we don't discuss personal issues here. Even if you are right, which you're NOT about an alleged emotional affair; which I still maintain does NOT exist, the objective to working out is working out. This is not a therapist office.” 


Jaxson nods. “Alright. I'll let you be.” 



Blake turns around to focus on the heavy bag again. “Thank you.” 



He returns to his intensive workout not wanting to give a second thought to an emotional affair. Ha.        


==

< PROMO TIME>

The scene opens inside of a dimly lit boardroom. Blake Mason, wearing a grey three piece suit, white shirt, with a red tie, is sitting at the head of the table. Jaxson Sullivan, stands proudly to Blake’s right. To the right of Blake is a bottle of wine. He picks the wine bottle up and pours the contents in a glass that is to the left of him. Resting the wine bottle in its original spot, Blake leans back into the leather reclining office chair. 


“Welcome one and all to the Blake... Mason... Experience.” 

“The one question everyone has been blowing up my Twitter mentions with, other than why am I not going to take part in the Taking Hold of the Flame festivities, the thought on everyone's mind for some reason,  how do I feel about my ex-wife becoming the SCW World Heavyweight Champion. I have a simple answer for each and every single one of you. Sit back. Get your popcorn ready. In this world wide exclusive I am going to tell everyone how I REALLY feel about the main event of Cold Blooded.”


Blake waits a good five seconds to build up the anticipation. Taking a deep breath he relays his thoughts to the viewing public. “No comment.”  



He grabs his wine glass. Takes a sip from it. Returning the glass back to the table he resumes speaking.  “What I would love to talk about is my quote an unquote epic return. I am not going to hide from the fact I am 0-2 in my pay per view matches since returning. Some people would tell me I am being too damn hard on myself, that Alistaire Allocco, Tommy Valentine and Kandis are world class athletes, that I should feel no shame losing to them. I agree, they are world class performers. I am a guy who spent a calendar year on the shelf coming back to compete against men and women who have been doing this at a high level the entire time I was at home watching them make an impact. If I subscribed to that opinion I am being too hard on myself, that would be wrong.  I am NO POSITION whatsoever to be give myself a break.”


Blake shakes his head. “I can’t hang on that excuse, not after my last run. I went from being a whisker away from becoming the #1 contender to the World Championship to devolve into everyone else's punching bag. If I knew falling short in two consecutive pay per view matches was in my future I would not have come back. I didn’t return to relive the same ole Blake Mason story, doing well when the lights aren’t the brightest, crashing under the heat when the moment counts most. That is the narrative I play in my head each and every single day. Doesn’t matter how good I am. It doesn’t matter the few brass rings I did snatch, ask yourself an honest question. When you think of William Blake Mason what is the first thought that pops in your head? Is a successful professional wrestler the first among them?”


Blake gives the viewing public more than enough time to ponder what he just said. 


“The answer is unequivocally no. You remember me for my infamous moments. Running down people. Piledriving kids. You likely gravitate to my more than scandalous love life.  Maybe, you remember me becoming the Adrenaline Champion... the only singles championship I won in SCW by the way was a lifetime ago. You might also remember my lone  tag title reign. Right now I can hear someone yelling at me that it doesn’t matter how the fans view me. Not about the fans honestly. This is how I view myself. Losing to Alistaire. Losing to Kandis and Tommy is a big f**king deal. I am replaying the same narrative I established from the day I stepped foot in this company. And it bothers me more than you’ll ever understand. I play it cool. Act like none of this bothers me. But it does bother the hell out of me. I force myself to hold on to a level of perspective to avoid from completely going off the deep end. Thus far I have established a pattern, one I am familiar with. Chalking my recent experiences as ring rust is NOT a reasonable excuse in my eyes. If I was better prepared, me and Kelsai should be defending the tag titles at least once. If I wasn’t more focused on proving a point, I would have had a better chance at beating Alistaire. Some competitors might look at my recent setbacks as fuel to inspire them for a comeback story for the ages, I am better than this. My story should not be one where I need to make a comeback after a rough start. I should be coming out the gate swinging. So much for the best laid plans.”  


Blake takes another sip from his wine glass. “And that brings me to the most unpredictable time of the year, Fatal Fortunes. The two weeks out of the year where Supreme Championship Wrestling decides to throw caution to the wind, completely randomize the show lineup, we won’t know who we are facing until the ring announcer lets the world know who is wrestling who, what stipulation follows, what condition is applicable. The only thing certain is every championship will be defended at least once, we can guarantee one thing, I won’t face Bree for the United States and the World Championship. But I could face Peyton Rice. Regan Street. Or get another chance to take the tag team titles from the Jackass, Big Ass Connection. Maybe Kelsai or someone else will be my partner, who knows. As enticing as getting a championship match looks on paper, that is not my main objective. Nope. The only thing within my control is the goal I set. Ladies and gentlemen, as boring as this might sound to each and every single one of you. My goal, no matter what situation fate blesses me with is to win.”


“I Need To Win.”

Blake hammers home his point by slamming his hand on the table. 


“I wish I could be one of those I am wrestling for the purity of competition types. That would be a less stressful existence. To know no matter what happens, their needs are met cause yay, competition. I wasn’t brought up that way. My dad brought me up to win, to take names, to bring whoever is in front of me to their knees. I haven’t been the most consistent at bringing my competition to their knees, the competitive drive within me is still the same. I don’t need to win to receive the more lucrative end of the winners purse, I will admit, possibly becoming the number one contender to a championship would be nice. What match I find myself in is beyond my control. As well as any possible stipulations or prizes. I can only operate on how things have been for me since I came back. A bust. A failure. A disappointment. There is still time to right the ship. A victory, no matter who it is against will set me up for the future. I am not satisfied with a good performance, winning is all, that, matters.”  


“Well, I wasn’t expecting to go off on that tangent--” Blake smirks. “-- no sense holding back. I am not the veteran who is content just to be here. I am not the guy who is content allowing the new generation to do their thing without resistance. I am going to do my best to be the roadblock preventing anyone from getting what they want. If I need to kill anyones aspirations, friend or foe, to get the win I seek, so be it. Welcome, to the Blake Mason Experience, as always--” Blake takes one more sip of wine. He tips his wine glass. Licking his lips Blake caps off the promo by saying. “-- thanks for coming.” 


-- STATIC --

Nervous as hell with this, but promised myself that when I decide to give Cookie a real shot  as an active character, I would go all out. Really enjoyed writing this RP, the first of many I hope. 

Enjoy.

Cookie & her FANTABULOUS Adventure within the KABLAMVERSE!!