Post by Craven on Oct 3, 2015 22:58:17 GMT -6
Standing in the main control center for Pleasure Dome Security, Warrick Craven stares at all the screens. As he scans the lot of them, Merlyn “Rocket” Harper walks into the room, setting his radio down on the desk next to Craven.
Craven: Is Fraser back yet?
Rocket shakes his head, looking both apologetic
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: No, Dub…
Craven shakes his head, leaning against the wall, his eyes squeezed shut. Fraser Freeman had spent the last week mostly off-site leaving everything to others in the wake of what all had happened at the Raising Hell UWA Pay-Per-View show.
Craven: Damn…
Rocket sighs heavily, looking actually worried for once.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: Is he coming back?
Craven opens his eyes.
Craven: Technically he’s not gone…
Rocket nods slowly.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: But… he’s not here…
Craven shakes his head for a second.
Craven: No, but in his current frame of mind, that might not be a bad thing either.
Rocket frowns in confusion.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: Why’s that?
Craven goes silent for a second, considering his words carefully. How much did he really need to go into this? How much did Rocket already know anyway? he pauses and then nods slowly.
Craven: I have no idea what he would do to somebody that so much as looked at one of the girls in a way Fraser didn’t think was appropriate right now. The guy might not be doing anything at all, might just be playing and it’s totally possible Fraser would drag the guy out into the alley and treat him like he was Cole Hunter.
Rocket’s eyes go wide in alarm.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: Shit!
Craven nods knowingly.
Craven: Exactly, Fraser is…
Trailing off, Craven looks down from the screens to the floor.
Craven: Fraser is probably too drunk to see anybody but Cole Hunter no matter who tries to so much as speak to him and when he sees Cole, Artemis…
Rocket nods knowingly.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: Or Jade?
Craven’s eyes close.
Craven: I have no idea what he’s going through with that…
Rocket nods, staring into the distance.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: If Cindy did that to me…
Craven opens his eyes, nodding his agreement.
Craven: I don’t know what I would do if Sky did that to me either. I can’t imagine how it would feel to have a daughter like Ember, much less what it would be like to have her get kidnapped by the woman I wanted to make her stepmother.
Rocket whistles, shaking his head.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: God…
He shakes his head in shock.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: I can’t imagine having kids period yet…
Craven chuckles.
Craven: You’re still…
He trails off but Rocket nods to him.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: It’s ok, you’re right, I am.
Craven nods, patting Rocket on the back.
Craven: We’re gonna need to watch Brittany close…
Rocket nods.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: Cindy said she’s… freaking…
Craven nods.
Craven: We’ll have to take them shopping this week to try and…
Rocket frowns.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: You think it’ll help?
Craven shrugs.
Craven: Can’t hurt, I spose.
Rocket nods.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: Yeah…
Craven picks up his radio and nods.
Craven: You got the room?
Rocket nods.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: Yeah, you can go watch the door.
Craven nods gratefully.
Craven: Thanks, Rocket.
Rocket sits down at the chair.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: Love you, Dub.
Craven smiles.
Craven: Love you too, Merl.
Ten minutes later, Craven walks down to his car and opens the driver’s side door. he gets in, closes the door and quickly grabs his pill box. He opens the first thing he comes to and pops one, setting the box back down out of sight. As he leans back against the seat, eyes closed, waiting for the pill to kick in, he grabs his voice recorder and hits the record button.
Craven: Hi, Amy…
He trails off for a second, swallowing hard.
Craven: Skylar’s fine, she’s still sort of rehabbing her leg from her injury last year. She says “hi.” back to you. We’ve moved in together and you know, doing well there.
He looks up, eyes opening.
Craven: Fraser…
He shakes his head sadly.
Craven: Is not taking things well, not that I blame him. His girlfriend helped kidnap his daughter and…
He watches as two college kids go walking towards the door.
Craven: His bike...
The two college kids hurry inside looking almost too eager.
Craven: It’s not good, Amy, it’s not good. Between the Children of Nephilim and Sin, Inc., the Sin City Knights are not exactly doing wonderfully. I don’t really know how we’re gonna do things going forward because I know it’s not over with either of them. Michael Rivers, Danika Bayne, Cole Hunter, Artemis…
He shrugs, watching a greasy Lester Diamond-type walking nervously towards the door.
Craven: None of them are known for stopping at…
He pauses the recorder and raises his radio.
Craven: Rocket, watch the greasy fucker walking in. He’s got that “trying to steal the girls” look to him.
Rocket’s voice comes back.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: You got it, Dub.
Craven nods and starts the recorder again.
Craven: I look forward to this match, Amy, because I know you won’t try and do anything nasty or underhanded or go too far with anything. You’ll try and kick my head off but that’s fair game, especially with a competitor like you know for those kicks. I haven’t had much luck with that in the last few months so, it’s kinda nice to get to have a night where i don’t need to worry about anybody trying to kill me or my friends or my family. You’re a far better competitor than you give yourself credit for and you’re damn sure better than most others give you credit for.
He pauses, staring out the front of the car.
Craven: I know it doesn’t mean much coming from a guy that hasn’t had a match in God knows how long and hasn’t been in the sport for all that long but, I respect the hell out of you, Amy, and I’m proud to be in a match with you. You’re what everybody should aspire to be when they get into this sport. You’re a great Championship-level competitor, you only care about the competition, you’re a genuinely good person and you go out of your way to be nice to people and help people out if you can.
He nods slowly.
Craven: I can only hope that when I’ve been in this sport as long as you that I’m half the person you are. Thanks for asking and I hope we tear the house down.
Craven: Is Fraser back yet?
Rocket shakes his head, looking both apologetic
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: No, Dub…
Craven shakes his head, leaning against the wall, his eyes squeezed shut. Fraser Freeman had spent the last week mostly off-site leaving everything to others in the wake of what all had happened at the Raising Hell UWA Pay-Per-View show.
Craven: Damn…
Rocket sighs heavily, looking actually worried for once.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: Is he coming back?
Craven opens his eyes.
Craven: Technically he’s not gone…
Rocket nods slowly.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: But… he’s not here…
Craven shakes his head for a second.
Craven: No, but in his current frame of mind, that might not be a bad thing either.
Rocket frowns in confusion.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: Why’s that?
Craven goes silent for a second, considering his words carefully. How much did he really need to go into this? How much did Rocket already know anyway? he pauses and then nods slowly.
Craven: I have no idea what he would do to somebody that so much as looked at one of the girls in a way Fraser didn’t think was appropriate right now. The guy might not be doing anything at all, might just be playing and it’s totally possible Fraser would drag the guy out into the alley and treat him like he was Cole Hunter.
Rocket’s eyes go wide in alarm.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: Shit!
Craven nods knowingly.
Craven: Exactly, Fraser is…
Trailing off, Craven looks down from the screens to the floor.
Craven: Fraser is probably too drunk to see anybody but Cole Hunter no matter who tries to so much as speak to him and when he sees Cole, Artemis…
Rocket nods knowingly.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: Or Jade?
Craven’s eyes close.
Craven: I have no idea what he’s going through with that…
Rocket nods, staring into the distance.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: If Cindy did that to me…
Craven opens his eyes, nodding his agreement.
Craven: I don’t know what I would do if Sky did that to me either. I can’t imagine how it would feel to have a daughter like Ember, much less what it would be like to have her get kidnapped by the woman I wanted to make her stepmother.
Rocket whistles, shaking his head.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: God…
He shakes his head in shock.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: I can’t imagine having kids period yet…
Craven chuckles.
Craven: You’re still…
He trails off but Rocket nods to him.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: It’s ok, you’re right, I am.
Craven nods, patting Rocket on the back.
Craven: We’re gonna need to watch Brittany close…
Rocket nods.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: Cindy said she’s… freaking…
Craven nods.
Craven: We’ll have to take them shopping this week to try and…
Rocket frowns.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: You think it’ll help?
Craven shrugs.
Craven: Can’t hurt, I spose.
Rocket nods.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: Yeah…
Craven picks up his radio and nods.
Craven: You got the room?
Rocket nods.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: Yeah, you can go watch the door.
Craven nods gratefully.
Craven: Thanks, Rocket.
Rocket sits down at the chair.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: Love you, Dub.
Craven smiles.
Craven: Love you too, Merl.
Ten minutes later, Craven walks down to his car and opens the driver’s side door. he gets in, closes the door and quickly grabs his pill box. He opens the first thing he comes to and pops one, setting the box back down out of sight. As he leans back against the seat, eyes closed, waiting for the pill to kick in, he grabs his voice recorder and hits the record button.
Craven: Hi, Amy…
He trails off for a second, swallowing hard.
Craven: Skylar’s fine, she’s still sort of rehabbing her leg from her injury last year. She says “hi.” back to you. We’ve moved in together and you know, doing well there.
He looks up, eyes opening.
Craven: Fraser…
He shakes his head sadly.
Craven: Is not taking things well, not that I blame him. His girlfriend helped kidnap his daughter and…
He watches as two college kids go walking towards the door.
Craven: His bike...
The two college kids hurry inside looking almost too eager.
Craven: It’s not good, Amy, it’s not good. Between the Children of Nephilim and Sin, Inc., the Sin City Knights are not exactly doing wonderfully. I don’t really know how we’re gonna do things going forward because I know it’s not over with either of them. Michael Rivers, Danika Bayne, Cole Hunter, Artemis…
He shrugs, watching a greasy Lester Diamond-type walking nervously towards the door.
Craven: None of them are known for stopping at…
He pauses the recorder and raises his radio.
Craven: Rocket, watch the greasy fucker walking in. He’s got that “trying to steal the girls” look to him.
Rocket’s voice comes back.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: You got it, Dub.
Craven nods and starts the recorder again.
Craven: I look forward to this match, Amy, because I know you won’t try and do anything nasty or underhanded or go too far with anything. You’ll try and kick my head off but that’s fair game, especially with a competitor like you know for those kicks. I haven’t had much luck with that in the last few months so, it’s kinda nice to get to have a night where i don’t need to worry about anybody trying to kill me or my friends or my family. You’re a far better competitor than you give yourself credit for and you’re damn sure better than most others give you credit for.
He pauses, staring out the front of the car.
Craven: I know it doesn’t mean much coming from a guy that hasn’t had a match in God knows how long and hasn’t been in the sport for all that long but, I respect the hell out of you, Amy, and I’m proud to be in a match with you. You’re what everybody should aspire to be when they get into this sport. You’re a great Championship-level competitor, you only care about the competition, you’re a genuinely good person and you go out of your way to be nice to people and help people out if you can.
He nods slowly.
Craven: I can only hope that when I’ve been in this sport as long as you that I’m half the person you are. Thanks for asking and I hope we tear the house down.
