Post by Alex Cain on Dec 29, 2012 12:25:52 GMT -5
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Experience: Started fedding in about 1999 through till about 2003, then a brief hiatus of 6 years and got back into it in 2009 through till about 2011/2012.
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Superstar Information
Wrestler's Name:Alex Cain
Wrestler's Nickname:Cain
Billed From:London
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Age:30
Height:6’4
Weight:280lbs
Face/Heel Status:Face
Theme Music:Burn it Down – Linkin Park
Gimmick (Tell us a little bit about your character):Alex Cain is simply an ordinary man in an extraordinary world full of larger than life characters. A former SAS member he is a skilled fighter and doesn’t suffer fools gladly. His character will become more apparent as time goes by.
Pic Base (The actual picture is optional, but it is required to include the persons name):David Boreanaz.
Physical Description:Tall and well defined but not a roid head.
Detailed Appearance (out of the ring): Short black spiked messy hair, long black trenchcoat, white vest top combat trousers and black biker boots. Tattood right sleeve, SAS badge on left shoulder.
Detailed Appearance (In the ring):Same as above minus the trenchcoat
Personality:Cain is an intelligent, kind man but he has some darkness in his life that he struggles with.
Brief Bio: Alex Cain is a veteran of some 12 years, he was the star of his former fed, but following the traumatic loss of his young son in a botched kidnap blackmail plot he resigned and withdrew from the public eye.
Now, 2 years later he is looking for a way back. A way to redeem himself and a chance to pay tribute to his late son.
Style (Hardcore, Brawler, etc.):Brawler with some technical ability
Entrance (write it in detail because it will be copied and pasted into our shows when your character enters the ring.): =/=The arena goes dark . "Burn it Down" by Linkin Park hits over the speakers.
Cain walks out onto the stage slowly, and stands at the top of the entrance ramp, he turns to one side of the arena and raises his fist in the air, he then turns to the other side of the arena and raises his fist. The crowd erupt into cheers. He walks down the ramp to the ring as blue and red pyros erupt all along the stage, reaching the edge of the ramp and setting off a crescendo of flames down the ramp that surrounds Cain as he gets to the bottom of the ramp.
He walks up the steps goes over the top rope and into the ring, he raises his hand to the crowd and the proceeds to go to each corner of the ring, climb the turnbuckle and raise his fist to the crowd, who erupt into more cheers as Hendrix continues to play through the sound system. He climbs down the last turnbuckle and paces the middle of the ring, in preparation for the match ahead.=/=
Finishing Moves:
The Annihilator – Double underhook sit down powerbomb
The Mark of Cain – Crossface Neck Crank
Signature Moves:Chokeslam
Basic Moveset: Float over DDT
Sharpshooter
Spinebuster
Forearm smash
Northern Lights Suplex
Running Powerbomb
Shortarm clothesline
Tilt a Whirl Slam
Reverse STO
Sample RP (Required):
He hung up the phone and put it down on the passenger seat, a short enough conversation with Alex Kowalski, as short as he could make it anyway. What’s so difficult to understand that I want to be left alone at the moment; I couldn’t care less about his match with Jarvis. I’ve got bigger things to worry about right now, better things to focus on. Namely Christopher Andrews and how I am going to ruin his life forever. The impending match promised to be the culmination of weeks of bad blood between the two men, but Alex Cain was in no mood to mess about, Chris Andrews was his enemy going in to this battle, and in this particular war, he was taking no prisoners.
“Well here we are again old friend” he said, looking at himself in the rear view mirror. “Nearly in Houston for what promises to be the biggest night of Chris Andrews life, not necessarily the best night, but he can’t have it all his own way after all. Be good to get there nice and early, give myself a few days to find somewhere quiet to stay, away from all the prying eyes. I couldn’t be doing with all the attention anymore, the media hype and the fans who want to take you for every drop of blood you can squeeze out of your body, I have no time for it and no inclination to be involved in it.”
He stopped at a set of traffic lights and looked in the mirror again, his reflection staring back at him was different now, a strangers face almost, but it was fierce and angry, focused on what lay ahead, the impending glory or disaster, only time would tell which.
“I think I’ve managed to get under his skin a little, well perhaps not got under his skin, more got in his face, it filled me with delight to see that he had hired his own security team. What did you think?” He looked in the mirror, the fierce face nodded back to him in agreement. “Good glad we agree, you know why it’s good? Because it proves that he has to take me seriously now, before this it was all a big joke to him, all a game, old man Cain trying to win the gold. Well it’s not about that this time, the belt is a bonus, a neat little bonus, but that’s all it is. The real goal here is to end Chris Andrews’s career.”
Alex Cain had gone through an immense change recently, the once amiable man, who would stop to help anyone and was beloved by almost everyone, had turned a corner in his life. As far as he was concerned now, he was a man alone, nothing to lose, and that had changed him, it had detached him from the reality of the world he was in, like he was an outsider looking in, consequences? They were for other people to worry about.
“I did enjoy destroying that car of his, getting it out of the impound wasn’t easy, but once it was all fixed up it looked quite lovely I must say. Seems a terrible waste really to do such a thing to a beautiful car like that, but then it was Andrews’s car so I won’t lose any sleep over it. But the cherry on the cake was the piano. I have to admit, that was brilliant on your part, I would never have come up with that, and to fill the box with ethanol, genius! I bow down to you sir.” Alex dips his head, when he rises and looks in the mirror; the face is smiling back at him, accepting the praise being thrust upon him. Cain turns away from the mirror and back to the road, he scans the area looking for somewhere to stop, maybe even somewhere quiet to lay his head for the night. The rain was beating down on the car, but it was a humid 33° outside, not exactly the nicest weather. The air con in his Rolls Royce had been running at almost its highest level for some time now, and the air inside the car was starting to become fairly dry.
“Still, these incidents are simply minor victories in a bigger war. Winning these battles is not enough, Andrews must be put down like the diseased dog that he is. When I step into that ring with him, nothing else can be on my mind, not the title, not Angelica, not Elisha, Elijah or Omega. Not......Amber.” Cain’s head dips slightly and he closes his eyes for a fleeting moment, before shaking his head, clearing the thought from his mind, but the focused look on his face has been replaced by one of anger. “Fuck......I need a god damned drink.”
Patrick Donoghy stood behind his bar in Houston, a quiet night again, wouldn’t stay this way for long, CWF was coming to town next week, biggest event of their year he had heard. Would go on for days, people coming from all over the place to be a part of it. Patrick wasn’t a wrestling fan himself, preferring Tennis and Football as his sports of choice. He also found wrestling a little bit OTT for his tastes; still, paying customers wouldn’t be turned away. Business had hardly been brilliant recently but it was a recession, people weren’t coming out as much, pubs and bars were shutting down all the time, Patrick hoped WrestleFest would tide things over for a few months at least. A couple of his regulars had suggested he repackage the bar, give it an Irish theme, but Patrick simply scoffed at the idea, Irish he may be but he had long since left that part of his life behind, and he had no desire to embrace it again.
He drove around for a few minutes, scanning the local area looking for a place to go, somewhere to drink but not be crowded in by people. He just wanted to sit and have a few drinks and be left alone with his thoughts, but everywhere seemed to be full of people, perhaps escaping from the pounding rain that had just started, but it was also clocking off time, and a lot of the people were coming out from work and going in for a few quick drinks to top off their working day.
“Nothing like the 9-5 to make you need a beer at this time of the day eh? Damn this place, too many people. I mean shit, I’m driving around in a Rolls Royce, I’m not exactly keeping a low profile at the moment, as soon as I step out of this car one of those yuppie mother fuckers would recognise me and that will be it, and I’m in no mood to get dragged into the cells tonight cos some dick named Sebastian thinks he can impress his girlfriend by taking a shot at me. A quiet drink, is that too much to ask for?” He looks in the mirror again the face shakes his head back at him. “You know since our little chat last week, we’ve been getting on pretty well, you’re not too bad. Told you we weren’t so different after all. Now what’s down here?”
He turns the car into a quieter looking street, moving away from the busy main area of the city and into the more suburban parts. A few blocks down he turns again, the streets here are darker, the street lighting is working but not as well as it should be, and there are more than a few abandoned cars, this seems to be an area that is empty for a reason.
“Now then, this looks like it has potential, not too many people about, streets are quiet, and down there I see a sign, a sign for a drinking establishment of some kind I believe. How nice, I think ill like it here.” He pulls his car up on the street outside the bar and climbs out. The Rolls Royce looking distinctly out of place in an area where graffiti decorates the walls of the empty shopping units and where little is blowing about and being drenched by the pounding rain. Cain walks towards the bar and opens the door, peering inside. The few people in there appear to be bar flies, and the landlord is leaning against his bar looking at a small TV in the corner of the room. I swear if I didn’t know any better I'd think I just walked into Moe’s Tavern.
Cain walks over to the bar and pulls out a stool, sitting himself down, the landlord who hadn’t heard him come in, quickly spins around to greet this strange new customer. A couple of the barflies look across, but don’t really take their eye off the TV.
“What can I get you friend?”
The game was going well until the 7th innings, suddenly from being 4-1 up Baltimore had gained 5 runs in the 7th and 8th. The Rangers were reeling now and looked set to succumb to the late flurry from their opponents, Patrick shook his head, he’d lived in Texas for a long time now, and despite not being a big baseball fan, he always liked to follow the local teams, after all he had to keep his finger on the pulse, that was part of being a good landlord.
40 odd years it had been actually since Patrick had come over to the states from the emerald isle, some said he was running away, he’d like to think he was simply moving on. Putting a part of his life that he wanted to forget behind him and moving forward.
Patrick had grown up in Youghal just outside of Cork, on a small farm with his father, a domineering man who was widowed shortly after Patrick was born, after his wife suffered complications from Patrick’s birth. Patricks father reared sheep and from a young age Patrick was used for all the most menial tasks, his father resented the fact that his wife had died and blamed Patrick for it.
It was when he was 9 years old that his father began to get violent, he had caught Patrick in town rather than at home doing his chores and the beating Patrick suffered because of this was nothing short of horrific. From that point on Patrick became almost a prisoner in his own home, he was hauled out of school and made to work full time on the farm. And every time he stepped out of line, or did something wrong, his father would beat him. Things carried on like that until Patrick packed up and left Ireland without looking back.
And now here he was, pouring out the third glass of whisky for possibly the biggest man Patrick had ever seen in his bar. The man had said nothing since arriving, simply pointing at the bottle of whisky and slamming a bunch of bills on the bar, clearly he was intending on a long night, Patrick didn’t care, any business was good business at the moment.
Alex placed the small glass back down on the bar and glanced back up at the TV, the landlord had turned away to get the bottle of whisky, should just leave the fucking thing here on the bar, Alex thought. The bar was slightly shabby looking, money had obviously been spent on it some time ago, but investment seemed to have stopped then, Alex looked around, the walls were dingy and the lighting didn’t help, but if nothing else, it suited his mood right now. The landlord turned around and began pouring the whisky into the glass again. Once it was finished pouring Alex picked up the glass and downed it, holding on to the bottle so the barman couldn’t take it away, he began pouring what would become his sixth straight glass.
The TV suddenly grabbed Alex’s full attention, an advert for WrestleFest started playing, a brief background on the matches that were occurring, familiar faces flashing up on the screen as each match was given a quick run down, then Angel appeared on the screen and Alex closed his eyes turning away from it. His heart sank just seeing her face now, all the feelings were still there as expected, but along with that came the despair of knowing that she wanted nothing more to do with him. Her reasoning was logical as far as Alex was concerned and he did understand why she did it, but he couldn’t help but feel that this was simply an easy way out for her. He had thought the two of them were happy, he was anyway, but after Golden Intentions everything had changed.
Alex pounded another whiskey and poured another one, his head was starting to get a bit light now but that was a good thing, he didn’t want to think anymore, drink to forget isn’t that right? So far though it wasn’t working. His mind was in overdrive at the moment, going over all the possible scenarios and ramifications of what could occur at WrestleFest. For the first time in a long time, Alex was allowing his rage to rule his head, normally he would reason with himself and come to a reasonably logical conclusion, but now all he could think about was tearing Andrews apart. For whatever reason, Alex believed that beating Chris next week would make him feel better. He was past caring about what Andrews would have to say about him, something about him being old and then a few jabs about Angel no doubt, all standard stuff, nothing original, just like his films, but Alex couldn’t care less now, Chris’ thoughts about Alex were irrelevant to everyone except Chris, lucky very few people give a rats ass what he has to say these days. Most people would sooner he shut up than listen to him perform another song that only he finds funny. Seems to me that Angelica was obviously the talent in that duo, in and out of the ring.
As he sat looking at nothing in particular, his vision now beginning to blur slightly after polishing off the first bottle of whiskey he was now halfway through the second one, the door to the bar opened and a woman strode in, her hair dark and long with highlights, slim and toned, Alex had to double take, this woman was the image of Amber, and for a moment, just a brief moment he believed it was her.
Patrick turned immediately to the door, for a start it had been a while since a woman had walked into the bar, let alone a woman that looked as good as this. She walked over to the bar and put her bag down; Patrick walked straight over to her and asked her if he could help. She was sopping wet from the rain still beating down outside, she looked at him pleadingly, she didn’t have any money, but she just wanted a drink to warm herself up a bit before she had to head off home. Patrick was about to tell her that he could give her one drink, but business being what it was he couldn’t do any more than that, when the large man with the whiskey said his first words since entering the bar.
“I'll pay for her drinks” Alex said, as he pulled the stool next to him the woman smiled at him and sat down. The barman pulled a glass out and placed it in front of her, Alex picked up the bottle of whiskey and presented it to her, she nodded acceptingly and he began to pour it into the newly placed glass.
“So what’s your name?” He asked as he began pouring himself another glass, she took a sip of her drink and stroked the wet hair off of her face smiling at him once again. “Oh my name isn’t really important, what about you Soldier, you got a name?” She said, leaning her elbow on the bar and resting her head in her hand. “My name? It’s even less important than yours.” She smiled and nodded, “probably better this way, well anyway, thanks for the drink soldier, I needed it. Looks like you needed a drink too.” She said pointing at the empty bottle sat next to Cain on the bar, he looked at it and nodded “it’s been a rough few weeks to say the least.”
The young lady sat with Cain, telling him the problems she was having, how her boyfriend had kicked her out of their apartment because he found a man’s phone number in her pocket. “Be honest now princess, why did you have a man’s phone number in your pocket?” She shook her head, “It was about a job, I was in a restaurant and the guy that owned it offered me a position as a waitress, I haven’t had a job for a while, he told me to ring him tomorrow about it. Anyway when I got home Brandon went to get a packet of ciggies out of the pocket of my coat and he found the piece of paper in there. He has a bit of a short fuse, and went a bit crazy, so I couldn’t hang around. Problem is its pissing it down outside and I was in such a hurry to get out I didn’t bring my coat. Anyway I was just walking, wasn’t really paying attention and I got a bit lost. Ended up here somehow, soaked and broke.” She finished off her drink and placed the glass gently down on the bar, Cain immediately began refilling it. “Hey, you trying to get me drunk here soldier?” She winked at Cain as he finished pouring. “Why not? No point in me being the only drunk person in this bar, and it sounds to me like you aren’t in a hurry to be anywhere.”
Alex and the lady sat chatting for a while, he was pleased for the company really, despite wanting to be on his own before, he was now ready to talk. It also helped that he was a little bit drunk at this point, her presence had calmed him slightly, recently being drunk had simply enhanced and exaggerated the anger building within him, and before this woman walked into the bar, he was getting to that point. But now he was relaxed, with this strange woman who looked remarkably like Amber. For the first time in a while, his mind was taken off of Chris Andrews.
The large guy and the hot woman were sat at the end of the bar chatting and flirting, drink after drink being poured out, Patrick would normally have been keeping a close eye on the number of drinks being poured out, not wanting to lose out on money, but the guy had handed over more than enough money to cover more drink than was humanly possible to drink in one night. Patrick strolled around the pub, there was just one or two of his regulars left, and he doubted any more people would turn up in the couple of hours left of him being open, so he started tidying up the chairs. He looked over to the bar, the young woman was now talking to the big guy, very close to his face, twirling her hair and stroking him gently on the arm. “Lucky bastard” he said quietly under his breath and shook his head in disbelief at the good fortune of some people.
Patrick stood for a time watching this new couple, remembering when he first came to the states, the women loved his Irish accent, he wasn’t the best looking guy, but he was by no means ugly, but his casual charm and that accent had women falling at his feet. It had been a while since he had that effect on women, but he didn’t really mind, he’d never married, but then he had never been lonely, not truly lonely anyway. Still he couldn’t help but smile as he watched a budding new relationship blossoming.
The barman came over and mentioned quietly that the bar was now closing, Cain nodded at him drunkenly and grabbed his new friend by the hand, helping her off her stool, she stumbled slightly but grabbed a hold of him to stabilise herself. Cain walked towards the door, his head hazy and pounding, the alcohol streaming around his system was getting the better of him. His friend giggled
“Where we going soldier? She said slurring her words. Cain pointed to the door “My....car” he pushed the door open and stumbled into the street, the rain had stopped and the night was cool, the air hit him and his head felt like it was going to explode. He groaned and grabbed at the wall to stop himself falling over. “Where’s the car?” She said, Cain squinted looking around, trying his hardest to focus, he made out a blurry outline of a vehicle just a few feet away and recognised it as his Rolls Royce, he pointed and staggered over to it, the young lady following him, she saw the car and her eyes lit up. “That’s YOUR car?” she screeched. Cain nodded fumbling for his keys, he unlocked the car and opened the door, the lady pushed the door closed and turned Cain around, pushing him up against the car. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, she pulled back briefly “You are full of surprises mister, got any more surprises for me?” she gave him a cheeky wink and moved her hand down his torso to his crotch, squeezing gently.
What the hell am I doing? I’ve only just met this woman, I don’t do things like this, what about Amber? Shit, she dumped me, I’m a free man, I can do whatever the hell I want, her loss is my gain.
Cain flipped her around and lifted her up onto the hood of the car, his hands running over her body, he fumbled briefly with her bra, unclasping it, she quickly slipped it off under her top and threw it onto the roof of the car. Cain’s hands delved under the top, cupping her breasts, she kissed him deeply, moaning softly in his ear, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans; meanwhile Cain slides his hand up her leg, tugging her panties down to her ankles.
Patrick switched off the TV and had one last look around, making sure everything was in its place, the light from the jukebox in the corner of the room was on, he shook his head, “Always forget that fucking thing, dunno why I even turn it on, no one ever uses it.” He strolled over and pulled the plug out of the socket tucking the lead neatly behind the jukebox. He walked over to the front door and picked up the rubbish bag he had left there, hoisting it up over his shoulder, he flicked off the lights and opened the door, stepping outside, he locked the door behind him and walked a few yards down the road the dump the trash. A few guys were stood outside a late night convenience shop having a smoke; other than that the roads were completely empty, no cars or any other people anywhere. He swung the bag over his head and chucked it into the bin. Patrick wiped his hands, there was nothing on them, but it was a force of habit, as he turned away from the bin something caught his eye, a hand, sticking out from behind one of the trash cans.
“What the.....?” Patrick walked over to it and gingerly walked around the trash can. “Jesus!!” It was the large man from the bar, Patrick crouched down next to him, he slapped him gently on the face, but no response, Patrick leant down closer to the man’s face and listened.
“Christ, he isn’t breathing!!” He jumped up quickly, looking over at the guys outside the shop. “Hey!!! Hey!!! Call an ambulance, this guy isn’t breathing. Call a fucking ambulance!!!”
Experience: Started fedding in about 1999 through till about 2003, then a brief hiatus of 6 years and got back into it in 2009 through till about 2011/2012.
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Superstar Information
Wrestler's Name:Alex Cain
Wrestler's Nickname:Cain
Billed From:London
Manager/Valet:
Age:30
Height:6’4
Weight:280lbs
Face/Heel Status:Face
Theme Music:Burn it Down – Linkin Park
Gimmick (Tell us a little bit about your character):Alex Cain is simply an ordinary man in an extraordinary world full of larger than life characters. A former SAS member he is a skilled fighter and doesn’t suffer fools gladly. His character will become more apparent as time goes by.
Pic Base (The actual picture is optional, but it is required to include the persons name):David Boreanaz.
Physical Description:Tall and well defined but not a roid head.
Detailed Appearance (out of the ring): Short black spiked messy hair, long black trenchcoat, white vest top combat trousers and black biker boots. Tattood right sleeve, SAS badge on left shoulder.
Detailed Appearance (In the ring):Same as above minus the trenchcoat
Personality:Cain is an intelligent, kind man but he has some darkness in his life that he struggles with.
Brief Bio: Alex Cain is a veteran of some 12 years, he was the star of his former fed, but following the traumatic loss of his young son in a botched kidnap blackmail plot he resigned and withdrew from the public eye.
Now, 2 years later he is looking for a way back. A way to redeem himself and a chance to pay tribute to his late son.
Style (Hardcore, Brawler, etc.):Brawler with some technical ability
Entrance (write it in detail because it will be copied and pasted into our shows when your character enters the ring.): =/=The arena goes dark . "Burn it Down" by Linkin Park hits over the speakers.
Cain walks out onto the stage slowly, and stands at the top of the entrance ramp, he turns to one side of the arena and raises his fist in the air, he then turns to the other side of the arena and raises his fist. The crowd erupt into cheers. He walks down the ramp to the ring as blue and red pyros erupt all along the stage, reaching the edge of the ramp and setting off a crescendo of flames down the ramp that surrounds Cain as he gets to the bottom of the ramp.
He walks up the steps goes over the top rope and into the ring, he raises his hand to the crowd and the proceeds to go to each corner of the ring, climb the turnbuckle and raise his fist to the crowd, who erupt into more cheers as Hendrix continues to play through the sound system. He climbs down the last turnbuckle and paces the middle of the ring, in preparation for the match ahead.=/=
Finishing Moves:
The Annihilator – Double underhook sit down powerbomb
The Mark of Cain – Crossface Neck Crank
Signature Moves:Chokeslam
Basic Moveset: Float over DDT
Sharpshooter
Spinebuster
Forearm smash
Northern Lights Suplex
Running Powerbomb
Shortarm clothesline
Tilt a Whirl Slam
Reverse STO
Sample RP (Required):
He hung up the phone and put it down on the passenger seat, a short enough conversation with Alex Kowalski, as short as he could make it anyway. What’s so difficult to understand that I want to be left alone at the moment; I couldn’t care less about his match with Jarvis. I’ve got bigger things to worry about right now, better things to focus on. Namely Christopher Andrews and how I am going to ruin his life forever. The impending match promised to be the culmination of weeks of bad blood between the two men, but Alex Cain was in no mood to mess about, Chris Andrews was his enemy going in to this battle, and in this particular war, he was taking no prisoners.
“Well here we are again old friend” he said, looking at himself in the rear view mirror. “Nearly in Houston for what promises to be the biggest night of Chris Andrews life, not necessarily the best night, but he can’t have it all his own way after all. Be good to get there nice and early, give myself a few days to find somewhere quiet to stay, away from all the prying eyes. I couldn’t be doing with all the attention anymore, the media hype and the fans who want to take you for every drop of blood you can squeeze out of your body, I have no time for it and no inclination to be involved in it.”
He stopped at a set of traffic lights and looked in the mirror again, his reflection staring back at him was different now, a strangers face almost, but it was fierce and angry, focused on what lay ahead, the impending glory or disaster, only time would tell which.
“I think I’ve managed to get under his skin a little, well perhaps not got under his skin, more got in his face, it filled me with delight to see that he had hired his own security team. What did you think?” He looked in the mirror, the fierce face nodded back to him in agreement. “Good glad we agree, you know why it’s good? Because it proves that he has to take me seriously now, before this it was all a big joke to him, all a game, old man Cain trying to win the gold. Well it’s not about that this time, the belt is a bonus, a neat little bonus, but that’s all it is. The real goal here is to end Chris Andrews’s career.”
Alex Cain had gone through an immense change recently, the once amiable man, who would stop to help anyone and was beloved by almost everyone, had turned a corner in his life. As far as he was concerned now, he was a man alone, nothing to lose, and that had changed him, it had detached him from the reality of the world he was in, like he was an outsider looking in, consequences? They were for other people to worry about.
“I did enjoy destroying that car of his, getting it out of the impound wasn’t easy, but once it was all fixed up it looked quite lovely I must say. Seems a terrible waste really to do such a thing to a beautiful car like that, but then it was Andrews’s car so I won’t lose any sleep over it. But the cherry on the cake was the piano. I have to admit, that was brilliant on your part, I would never have come up with that, and to fill the box with ethanol, genius! I bow down to you sir.” Alex dips his head, when he rises and looks in the mirror; the face is smiling back at him, accepting the praise being thrust upon him. Cain turns away from the mirror and back to the road, he scans the area looking for somewhere to stop, maybe even somewhere quiet to lay his head for the night. The rain was beating down on the car, but it was a humid 33° outside, not exactly the nicest weather. The air con in his Rolls Royce had been running at almost its highest level for some time now, and the air inside the car was starting to become fairly dry.
“Still, these incidents are simply minor victories in a bigger war. Winning these battles is not enough, Andrews must be put down like the diseased dog that he is. When I step into that ring with him, nothing else can be on my mind, not the title, not Angelica, not Elisha, Elijah or Omega. Not......Amber.” Cain’s head dips slightly and he closes his eyes for a fleeting moment, before shaking his head, clearing the thought from his mind, but the focused look on his face has been replaced by one of anger. “Fuck......I need a god damned drink.”
Patrick Donoghy stood behind his bar in Houston, a quiet night again, wouldn’t stay this way for long, CWF was coming to town next week, biggest event of their year he had heard. Would go on for days, people coming from all over the place to be a part of it. Patrick wasn’t a wrestling fan himself, preferring Tennis and Football as his sports of choice. He also found wrestling a little bit OTT for his tastes; still, paying customers wouldn’t be turned away. Business had hardly been brilliant recently but it was a recession, people weren’t coming out as much, pubs and bars were shutting down all the time, Patrick hoped WrestleFest would tide things over for a few months at least. A couple of his regulars had suggested he repackage the bar, give it an Irish theme, but Patrick simply scoffed at the idea, Irish he may be but he had long since left that part of his life behind, and he had no desire to embrace it again.
He drove around for a few minutes, scanning the local area looking for a place to go, somewhere to drink but not be crowded in by people. He just wanted to sit and have a few drinks and be left alone with his thoughts, but everywhere seemed to be full of people, perhaps escaping from the pounding rain that had just started, but it was also clocking off time, and a lot of the people were coming out from work and going in for a few quick drinks to top off their working day.
“Nothing like the 9-5 to make you need a beer at this time of the day eh? Damn this place, too many people. I mean shit, I’m driving around in a Rolls Royce, I’m not exactly keeping a low profile at the moment, as soon as I step out of this car one of those yuppie mother fuckers would recognise me and that will be it, and I’m in no mood to get dragged into the cells tonight cos some dick named Sebastian thinks he can impress his girlfriend by taking a shot at me. A quiet drink, is that too much to ask for?” He looks in the mirror again the face shakes his head back at him. “You know since our little chat last week, we’ve been getting on pretty well, you’re not too bad. Told you we weren’t so different after all. Now what’s down here?”
He turns the car into a quieter looking street, moving away from the busy main area of the city and into the more suburban parts. A few blocks down he turns again, the streets here are darker, the street lighting is working but not as well as it should be, and there are more than a few abandoned cars, this seems to be an area that is empty for a reason.
“Now then, this looks like it has potential, not too many people about, streets are quiet, and down there I see a sign, a sign for a drinking establishment of some kind I believe. How nice, I think ill like it here.” He pulls his car up on the street outside the bar and climbs out. The Rolls Royce looking distinctly out of place in an area where graffiti decorates the walls of the empty shopping units and where little is blowing about and being drenched by the pounding rain. Cain walks towards the bar and opens the door, peering inside. The few people in there appear to be bar flies, and the landlord is leaning against his bar looking at a small TV in the corner of the room. I swear if I didn’t know any better I'd think I just walked into Moe’s Tavern.
Cain walks over to the bar and pulls out a stool, sitting himself down, the landlord who hadn’t heard him come in, quickly spins around to greet this strange new customer. A couple of the barflies look across, but don’t really take their eye off the TV.
“What can I get you friend?”
The game was going well until the 7th innings, suddenly from being 4-1 up Baltimore had gained 5 runs in the 7th and 8th. The Rangers were reeling now and looked set to succumb to the late flurry from their opponents, Patrick shook his head, he’d lived in Texas for a long time now, and despite not being a big baseball fan, he always liked to follow the local teams, after all he had to keep his finger on the pulse, that was part of being a good landlord.
40 odd years it had been actually since Patrick had come over to the states from the emerald isle, some said he was running away, he’d like to think he was simply moving on. Putting a part of his life that he wanted to forget behind him and moving forward.
Patrick had grown up in Youghal just outside of Cork, on a small farm with his father, a domineering man who was widowed shortly after Patrick was born, after his wife suffered complications from Patrick’s birth. Patricks father reared sheep and from a young age Patrick was used for all the most menial tasks, his father resented the fact that his wife had died and blamed Patrick for it.
It was when he was 9 years old that his father began to get violent, he had caught Patrick in town rather than at home doing his chores and the beating Patrick suffered because of this was nothing short of horrific. From that point on Patrick became almost a prisoner in his own home, he was hauled out of school and made to work full time on the farm. And every time he stepped out of line, or did something wrong, his father would beat him. Things carried on like that until Patrick packed up and left Ireland without looking back.
And now here he was, pouring out the third glass of whisky for possibly the biggest man Patrick had ever seen in his bar. The man had said nothing since arriving, simply pointing at the bottle of whisky and slamming a bunch of bills on the bar, clearly he was intending on a long night, Patrick didn’t care, any business was good business at the moment.
Alex placed the small glass back down on the bar and glanced back up at the TV, the landlord had turned away to get the bottle of whisky, should just leave the fucking thing here on the bar, Alex thought. The bar was slightly shabby looking, money had obviously been spent on it some time ago, but investment seemed to have stopped then, Alex looked around, the walls were dingy and the lighting didn’t help, but if nothing else, it suited his mood right now. The landlord turned around and began pouring the whisky into the glass again. Once it was finished pouring Alex picked up the glass and downed it, holding on to the bottle so the barman couldn’t take it away, he began pouring what would become his sixth straight glass.
The TV suddenly grabbed Alex’s full attention, an advert for WrestleFest started playing, a brief background on the matches that were occurring, familiar faces flashing up on the screen as each match was given a quick run down, then Angel appeared on the screen and Alex closed his eyes turning away from it. His heart sank just seeing her face now, all the feelings were still there as expected, but along with that came the despair of knowing that she wanted nothing more to do with him. Her reasoning was logical as far as Alex was concerned and he did understand why she did it, but he couldn’t help but feel that this was simply an easy way out for her. He had thought the two of them were happy, he was anyway, but after Golden Intentions everything had changed.
Alex pounded another whiskey and poured another one, his head was starting to get a bit light now but that was a good thing, he didn’t want to think anymore, drink to forget isn’t that right? So far though it wasn’t working. His mind was in overdrive at the moment, going over all the possible scenarios and ramifications of what could occur at WrestleFest. For the first time in a long time, Alex was allowing his rage to rule his head, normally he would reason with himself and come to a reasonably logical conclusion, but now all he could think about was tearing Andrews apart. For whatever reason, Alex believed that beating Chris next week would make him feel better. He was past caring about what Andrews would have to say about him, something about him being old and then a few jabs about Angel no doubt, all standard stuff, nothing original, just like his films, but Alex couldn’t care less now, Chris’ thoughts about Alex were irrelevant to everyone except Chris, lucky very few people give a rats ass what he has to say these days. Most people would sooner he shut up than listen to him perform another song that only he finds funny. Seems to me that Angelica was obviously the talent in that duo, in and out of the ring.
As he sat looking at nothing in particular, his vision now beginning to blur slightly after polishing off the first bottle of whiskey he was now halfway through the second one, the door to the bar opened and a woman strode in, her hair dark and long with highlights, slim and toned, Alex had to double take, this woman was the image of Amber, and for a moment, just a brief moment he believed it was her.
Patrick turned immediately to the door, for a start it had been a while since a woman had walked into the bar, let alone a woman that looked as good as this. She walked over to the bar and put her bag down; Patrick walked straight over to her and asked her if he could help. She was sopping wet from the rain still beating down outside, she looked at him pleadingly, she didn’t have any money, but she just wanted a drink to warm herself up a bit before she had to head off home. Patrick was about to tell her that he could give her one drink, but business being what it was he couldn’t do any more than that, when the large man with the whiskey said his first words since entering the bar.
“I'll pay for her drinks” Alex said, as he pulled the stool next to him the woman smiled at him and sat down. The barman pulled a glass out and placed it in front of her, Alex picked up the bottle of whiskey and presented it to her, she nodded acceptingly and he began to pour it into the newly placed glass.
“So what’s your name?” He asked as he began pouring himself another glass, she took a sip of her drink and stroked the wet hair off of her face smiling at him once again. “Oh my name isn’t really important, what about you Soldier, you got a name?” She said, leaning her elbow on the bar and resting her head in her hand. “My name? It’s even less important than yours.” She smiled and nodded, “probably better this way, well anyway, thanks for the drink soldier, I needed it. Looks like you needed a drink too.” She said pointing at the empty bottle sat next to Cain on the bar, he looked at it and nodded “it’s been a rough few weeks to say the least.”
The young lady sat with Cain, telling him the problems she was having, how her boyfriend had kicked her out of their apartment because he found a man’s phone number in her pocket. “Be honest now princess, why did you have a man’s phone number in your pocket?” She shook her head, “It was about a job, I was in a restaurant and the guy that owned it offered me a position as a waitress, I haven’t had a job for a while, he told me to ring him tomorrow about it. Anyway when I got home Brandon went to get a packet of ciggies out of the pocket of my coat and he found the piece of paper in there. He has a bit of a short fuse, and went a bit crazy, so I couldn’t hang around. Problem is its pissing it down outside and I was in such a hurry to get out I didn’t bring my coat. Anyway I was just walking, wasn’t really paying attention and I got a bit lost. Ended up here somehow, soaked and broke.” She finished off her drink and placed the glass gently down on the bar, Cain immediately began refilling it. “Hey, you trying to get me drunk here soldier?” She winked at Cain as he finished pouring. “Why not? No point in me being the only drunk person in this bar, and it sounds to me like you aren’t in a hurry to be anywhere.”
Alex and the lady sat chatting for a while, he was pleased for the company really, despite wanting to be on his own before, he was now ready to talk. It also helped that he was a little bit drunk at this point, her presence had calmed him slightly, recently being drunk had simply enhanced and exaggerated the anger building within him, and before this woman walked into the bar, he was getting to that point. But now he was relaxed, with this strange woman who looked remarkably like Amber. For the first time in a while, his mind was taken off of Chris Andrews.
The large guy and the hot woman were sat at the end of the bar chatting and flirting, drink after drink being poured out, Patrick would normally have been keeping a close eye on the number of drinks being poured out, not wanting to lose out on money, but the guy had handed over more than enough money to cover more drink than was humanly possible to drink in one night. Patrick strolled around the pub, there was just one or two of his regulars left, and he doubted any more people would turn up in the couple of hours left of him being open, so he started tidying up the chairs. He looked over to the bar, the young woman was now talking to the big guy, very close to his face, twirling her hair and stroking him gently on the arm. “Lucky bastard” he said quietly under his breath and shook his head in disbelief at the good fortune of some people.
Patrick stood for a time watching this new couple, remembering when he first came to the states, the women loved his Irish accent, he wasn’t the best looking guy, but he was by no means ugly, but his casual charm and that accent had women falling at his feet. It had been a while since he had that effect on women, but he didn’t really mind, he’d never married, but then he had never been lonely, not truly lonely anyway. Still he couldn’t help but smile as he watched a budding new relationship blossoming.
The barman came over and mentioned quietly that the bar was now closing, Cain nodded at him drunkenly and grabbed his new friend by the hand, helping her off her stool, she stumbled slightly but grabbed a hold of him to stabilise herself. Cain walked towards the door, his head hazy and pounding, the alcohol streaming around his system was getting the better of him. His friend giggled
“Where we going soldier? She said slurring her words. Cain pointed to the door “My....car” he pushed the door open and stumbled into the street, the rain had stopped and the night was cool, the air hit him and his head felt like it was going to explode. He groaned and grabbed at the wall to stop himself falling over. “Where’s the car?” She said, Cain squinted looking around, trying his hardest to focus, he made out a blurry outline of a vehicle just a few feet away and recognised it as his Rolls Royce, he pointed and staggered over to it, the young lady following him, she saw the car and her eyes lit up. “That’s YOUR car?” she screeched. Cain nodded fumbling for his keys, he unlocked the car and opened the door, the lady pushed the door closed and turned Cain around, pushing him up against the car. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, she pulled back briefly “You are full of surprises mister, got any more surprises for me?” she gave him a cheeky wink and moved her hand down his torso to his crotch, squeezing gently.
What the hell am I doing? I’ve only just met this woman, I don’t do things like this, what about Amber? Shit, she dumped me, I’m a free man, I can do whatever the hell I want, her loss is my gain.
Cain flipped her around and lifted her up onto the hood of the car, his hands running over her body, he fumbled briefly with her bra, unclasping it, she quickly slipped it off under her top and threw it onto the roof of the car. Cain’s hands delved under the top, cupping her breasts, she kissed him deeply, moaning softly in his ear, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans; meanwhile Cain slides his hand up her leg, tugging her panties down to her ankles.
Patrick switched off the TV and had one last look around, making sure everything was in its place, the light from the jukebox in the corner of the room was on, he shook his head, “Always forget that fucking thing, dunno why I even turn it on, no one ever uses it.” He strolled over and pulled the plug out of the socket tucking the lead neatly behind the jukebox. He walked over to the front door and picked up the rubbish bag he had left there, hoisting it up over his shoulder, he flicked off the lights and opened the door, stepping outside, he locked the door behind him and walked a few yards down the road the dump the trash. A few guys were stood outside a late night convenience shop having a smoke; other than that the roads were completely empty, no cars or any other people anywhere. He swung the bag over his head and chucked it into the bin. Patrick wiped his hands, there was nothing on them, but it was a force of habit, as he turned away from the bin something caught his eye, a hand, sticking out from behind one of the trash cans.
“What the.....?” Patrick walked over to it and gingerly walked around the trash can. “Jesus!!” It was the large man from the bar, Patrick crouched down next to him, he slapped him gently on the face, but no response, Patrick leant down closer to the man’s face and listened.
“Christ, he isn’t breathing!!” He jumped up quickly, looking over at the guys outside the shop. “Hey!!! Hey!!! Call an ambulance, this guy isn’t breathing. Call a fucking ambulance!!!”
