Post by fraserfreeman on Apr 16, 2014 19:37:40 GMT -6
There is a man seen sitting in a 2013 Black Range Rover Sport.
The man is dressed in a plain black hooded top and blue jeans that have a few tears in and have very definitely seen better days. His long blonde hair can be seen flowing out the sides of a blue beanie hat, his hands in black leather gloves that are seen gripping the steering wheel and a pair of Adidas trainers. The Range rover is parked in the underground car park of the Elara Hilton Grand hotel Las Vegas. The man sat behind the wheel is non other than Double F Fraser Freeman. He is sat tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the drum beat of Everlong by the Foo Fighters which is playing on the stereo. Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap, there is fast loud tapping on the window of the back door, Freeman hits the electric door unlock button and the door swings open. Climbing into the back seat is a very out of breath Jade who looks like she just sprinted the 100m's. Flailing her arms around not yet having got her breath back Jade Attempts to speak.
Jade: I.... I..... I..... He..... He.... He.......
Freeman: Calm down, take deeeeeep slow breaths then drink this water.
Freeman hands Jade a bottle of water from under his seat, which she accepts graciously. After a minute of slow deep breaths and slowly sipping at the water Jade has calmed down.
Jade: That bastard, he threw me across the room and then when I told him I wasn’t that kind of girl, I didn’t do the rough stuff he did this.
Jade takes off her sunglasses to reveal a big red swelling under her right eye. A mark that is almost certainly going to leave her with a black eye in the morning. You can see the anger begin to pulse through Freeman’s face as scowls and his bottom lip begins to shake.
Jade: I managed to wriggle free then I ran straight down here to you. But my bag and phone are still in there.
Freeman angrily forces open the driver door and quickly springs out of the vehicle, purposefully striding towards the back of the vehicle. Freeman opens up the boot and pulls out a baseball bat which he slides down the sleeve of his hooded jacket in order to conceal it. Freeman walks to Jades door and pulls it open.
Freeman: Room number.
Jade: Come on Frase put the Bat back, don’t let dis shit get to crazy huni.
Freeman: Roooom Number!
Jade can clearly see trying to talk Freeman down is not going to get her anywhere. She sighs and does as demanded.
Jade: 47
Freeman: good lass now come on follow me.
Freeman makes a beeline for the elevator that takes you into the hotel levels, with Jade following behind slowly. He holds the lift for Jade who has someone been left behind.
Freeman: come on slow coach we have business to attend to.
The pair arrive on the correct floor and purposefully make there way through the corridors until they reach there destination, room 47. Freeman leans into Jade and begins speaking quietly in her ear.
Freeman: now when shit goes down in here follow in behind me and get your things, and take them sunglasses back off I want this lousy cretin to see what happens when you do that to one of my girls.
Jade nods in agreement and Freeman then knocks loudly on the door.
Freeman: Room service.
Fraser lets the baseball bat drop from his sleeve and ready s himself for the door opening, the door swings open and stood in front of Freeman is a man who looks like your run of the mill door to door salesman (picture actor Chris Elliot) wearing a white vest and wearing a pair of hideous multicoloured cotton boxers.
Man: I didn’t or.....
Freeman pounces through the doorway placing the bat sideways on the throat of the man, running him into the room and up against the wall at the back.
Freeman: Thats right you prick, you picked the wrong bloody girl to mess with.
Freeman drops the bat to the floor placing his hand on the throat of the man chocking him up against the wall instead. With his free arm he waves jade in, who closes the door behind her and approaches the two.
Freeman: you see that you scum-bag (pointing to Jades eye with his freehand) I want you to take a good hard long fucking luck, because you see your about to see what happens when you do that to a girl that is under the protection of Fraser Freeman.
Freeman throws a hard right at the man breaking his nose and sending him sliding down the wall with blood beginning to pour out of his nose down his face. Freeman then begins to lace into the man with left roundhouse kick right roundhouse kick left roundhouse kick 10 times. He leans down and picks up the baseball bat, however Jade who has now gathered her things quickly steps in his way.
Jade: Frase no, he has had enough no more please.
Freeman: he hurt you he MUST pay.
Jade: Frase please just stop your no good to me doing life for murder.
Freeman has a look of reluctant agreement on his face as he slides the baseball bat back up his sleeve and jade steps out of the way heading towards the door. Freeman steps back to the man and leans down to speak.
Freeman: Remember this and tell all your scum-bag friends which a cretin like you no doubt has, the girls at the Pleasure Dome are under my protection, you fuck with them and I find you, next time you will not be so lucky, do you understand me.
The man groans but does not speak and stirs a little. Freeman slaps the man hard across the face.
Freeman: DO YOU UNDERSTAND!
The man sobs a little clutching his ribs which are no doubt broken in many places and try s to forcer out words.
Man: ye.... ye..... yes I un...... un..... understand.
Freeman: good.
For good measure Freeman hits the man with a kick to the nuts sending him flying sideways to the floor.
Freeman: Because next time I wont be kicking your nuts I will be chopping them clean off with a pair of rusty bolt cutters.
Freeman turns and heads for the door which Jade is now holding open waiting for him, the pair go down the corridor and re-enter the lift.
Jade: Thank you again Frase
Jade leans into Freeman and kisses him on the cheek
Jade: Cliché I know but you are my knight in shining armour, how many times is that now sweet 11/12.
Freeman: Ha more like 30, your always getting that fine arse of yours into trouble Jade.
Jade: I know youda dun it for any of da girls but thank you all the same.
Ding the lift opens as the two exit the lift and head back to the Range Rover. On the walk back what jade said in the lift is racing through his mind, see it was only partially true. Yes he would help all the girls, but Jade is special to Freeman, she has worked at the club for 2 years now and he has grown accustom to bailing her out of sticky situations. The two have talked many times over them two years and Jade is the closest thing Freeman has to a confidant, he can tell her almost anything. Dilemma he has is her lifestyle, whilst he has always been the kind to shun people for judging a person based on there line of work it really is a touchy subject for him, he doesn’t know if he can ever really tell her he likes her that way because he could not be with someone in that line of work, something by default he has already told Jade before. The two climb into his range rover and drive out of the car park and onto the main road.
Freeman: look Jade I think it is best that you spend the night at my house and I can keep an eye on you, don’t worry I will be sleeping on the couch.
Jade: Ok sweetie but you know you could always join me in the be....
Freeman: Come on Jade you know my stance on intimate relationships with the girls!
Jade sighs and sulks a little, see she herself has had a massive crush on Freeman for sometime now and she knows that deep down he feels the same way. Sure he looks after the other girls extremely well also but, Jade is the only one he gives extra special attention to, if she needs anything sorting he is always there to help and if he doesn’t have the time he always makes sure to find someone who does who can do it for her.
After a 10 minutes of awkward silence the Range Rover pulls up at a bungalow on the outskirts of central Las Vegas. It is not the best building to look at, and it is definitely looking a bit worn down and out of shape.
Freeman: Well here we are home sweet home.
Freeman exists the vehicle but Jade doesn’t follow she knows full well that being the gentleman he is Fraser will get the door for her which surprise surprise he does. The pair enter the bungalow and make there way through the entrance hall to the living room. It isn’t the biggest or most fancy home that’s for sure, it is comprised of entrance hall, large living room, a kitchen diner and 1 large bedroom with en suit bathroom. The appliances and furniture are not the newest, they certain have some degree of age to them, however the place is immaculately clean, not a speck of dust anywhere. The pair take there shoes off in the hall before entering the living room, Jade has been lectured on this many times before as Freeman is always going on about 'a clean and tidy home, leads to a clean and tidy mind.
Once in the living room Freeman sits down on the time weathered brown leather couch. There is not much furniture in the room very minimalistic. Meanwhile Jade comes behind the couch and leans over giving freeman a big hug and kiss on the cheek. Still holding onto the hug Jade speaks.
Jade: Well thank you so much hunni, I think I will get me some sleep.
Freeman: ok sweet cheeks, sleep well I have some scouting to do for my debut in UWA this weekend.
Jade: Oh yeah your returning to the ring ain’t you, I bet your mega excited huh?
Freeman: Oh you know it.
Jade stands up and makes her way to the bedroom which is joined to the living room and closes the door behind her. Right time to get to work thinks Freeman, He leans forward opening the laptop that is situated on the wooden coffee table in front of him. After the computer has loaded up he searches the net for promos done by any of his opponents for his debut match at spring slaughter. He finds one from Stalker night and hits play.
Some time later, the promo has stopped playing and Freeman is visibly angry, see he feels wrongly attacked, Stalker Knight said some damaging things about his character that couldn’t be further from the truth. In his head he is thinking oh so this guy wants to go to war eh, well a full scale war he shall get. He closes the laptop and places in under the table. Freeman walks to the book shelf in the opposite corner of the room and picks up his video camera and tripod, he pulls the table back to give more room in front of the couch and sets up the tripod. He hits the record button and proceeds to sit on the couch.
The time has come for me to break my relative silence here in UWA. Till this point no one has heard from the real me, nobody has heard my real mission statement and as Stalker Knight made plain for all to see, till this point it would appear that I have became known as nothing more than the mindless, brainless lackey of the Silver Baron. It's reality check time Stalker, see you my friend have made a critical error in calling into question my moral and ethical reasons for what I do, your assumptions are so ludicrously inaccurate that you have just signed your own career death warrant. You have gone to war with the wrong Knight my friend.
The passion and commit meant that Freeman possesses deep inside to succeed and make good on his word, is clearly evident in every single word he delivers. He is a passionate and intense man who will strive to follow through on his threats and if he cant he will rest well knowing he gave every drop of energy he possesses to attempt to do so.
Ask yourself this, why do you think it is a man with the in ring talent and ability I possess has spent the last 5 years as a head of security for a gentlemen’s club? Why when I have been fit and well and able to compete at any point have I chosen not to do so? Because my friend the work I do that the pleasure dome is definitely not one for monetary gain, I don’t not need nor particularly want the financial gain involved with the job. No see my work at the pleasure dome is simply one of a noble cause! See I am the Protector, I am the man who entered the seedy underbelly of the adult industry with one goal in mind, protecting the girls from those who wish to cause them harm. See in this industry the girls get sucked into it for varying different reasons, many doing it simply because they do not have any other viable way of making the money required in order to survive. When I suffered my shoulder injury 5 years ago I met a girl who worked in the industry, she was kind to me and no Stalker not in that way, she saw a man that had was hurt and down on his luck. She saw a man who had recently been told by doctors that his career may well be over through injury, a man who could not handle this news because wrestling was the one thing he had, wrestling was his life. So this man buried his head in the sand and sat around drinking and getting more depressed about the situation he was in. This marvellous young lady despite the terrible conditions in which she lived and the trials and tribulations she endured because of her line of work reached out to this man in his time of need out of the goodness of her heart. This man was me and she dragged me out of the stupor I found myself in. But the....
Freeman can be shown struggling with his words at this point, he is clearly very upset and the anger with in him is boiling up to breaking point. Freeman clears his throat and refocuses himself.
But then, tragedy struck, see one of her clients for whatever reason got violent and after a struggle beat her to with in an inch of death, after battling away for weeks in a coma, the fight drained out of her body and she passed away. Her life was taken by a low life scum bag cretin, who got away with it and was never found.
A strong look of anger is etched upon the face of Fraser Freeman, this look is one that states to its viewer plainly that if he ever finds the individual responsible there will be hell to pay. He gathers himself calming down a little before continuing.
At this point in my life my whole outlook on life changed forever, my passion for wrestling took a back seat and I vowed to myself that I would dedicate my immediate life to protecting women like Claire who could not protect themselves from the evils that comes from the style of life they must lead to make a living. I headed to one of the local adult entertainment establishments and persuaded them to hire me as head of security. Since then I dedicated my time and energy to ensuring the safety of the girls of the Pleasure Dome Gentleman’s club, Las Vegas, Nevada. But deep down inside of me that passion, that desire to step back into the squared circle and do what I love more than anything, never left me, it was always there at the back of my head niggling away. Then things changed 6 months ago. The Pleasure Dome was bought by The Silver Baron Vega Knight, a man who 5 years previously, I had came across on the independent wrestling circuit as a fresh young pro. A man who's skill and ability in the ring I remembered well, yet for one reason or another he never realised his potential in the time since. It was at that point I began to get the itch to return to the business, as each day went by being around a fellow wrestler made me want it again, then one day I approached Vega about the possibility of us going back to the business as a tag team. After weeks of discussions we agreed that it would be the right move for us, we would return to the wrestling world and after scouting around for the best up and coming promotion we decided to join the UWA. Low and behold just a few short weeks later here we are, our arrival imminent, prepared to make an impact and the victim of our arrival will be the Kenyon sisters and Dark Camelot, but the most important victim of all will be the psychotic patriarch of Dark Camelot, Stalker Knight.
There is a steely look in the eyes of Freeman, he is staring down the lens of the camera like a man possessed by the desire to inflict damage upon the man that wrongfully attacked his character and way of life. But that look turns to a raised smile before he begins speaking with that grin still etched upon his face.
Stalker I would like to thank you, yes you heard me right, I want to thank you. See your scathing attack on me, your complete lack of knowledge on me as a person has cemented my drive and determination and stoked the fire within me to succeed. See when you took it upon yourself to make me out as a voiceless sheep blindly following his boss into battle, you couldn’t have been more wrong and now you are are front line and centre to find out exactly how wrong you were. You fired the warning shot Stalker, but I don’t think you were ready for the war that shot sparked. See Stalker I know all to well where I stand with Vega, I am far from his lackey how does all of his dirty work who he could throw to the curb at any time. No see im the guy that he knows can take his wrestling career to the next level and I likewise with him. There is no doubt about it we are opposite sides of the scale, we have different end goals but, cast aside our differences and we both know all too well that we can climb all the way to the top rung of the food chain in UWA and in the mean time I can keep a close eye on him and make sure he doesn’t do anything that could harm any of his girls. See its a win win situation, I still get to be the protector of the girls of the pleasure dome and I get to seek out the wrestling legacy I have dreamed of since I was a little boy.
Moving on Stalker you are one hell of a hypocrite aren’t you? I mean you called into question my mentality and my moral stance on things. Have you taken a look in the mirror lately? Have you looked at the lives that your precious little girls lead? It cannot be one that is overly pleasant can it! I mean you are psychotic and over-protective beyond sanity, I mean just look at you, your little girl wants to wrestle and you instantly follow her half way across the country just so you can keep her protected. That my friend is not protection that is control, you are nothing more than a psychotic control freak and lets face it the real person your little girl needs protecting from is you! She needs to be able to lead her own life on her own merits, rather than having her lunatic farther get involved with every single thing she wants to do! Its not healthy Stalker, its not healthy one damn bit!
Now at this point I am sure everyone is intrigued as to why I have failed to even mentioned my other opponents in Sundays contest. It is quite simple you see, Stalker Knight made this personal, he started a war that he seemed to think would end with me rolling over and joining him in his quest and boy o fu****g boy did he bite off a whole lot more than he can chew. See this Sunday marks the dawning of a new era in UWA, it marks the beginning of the era of the Protector. A man who will give his body, he will give his blood, sweat and tears to protect the fans of the wrestling industry from parasitic psychopaths like Stalker Knight and his band of merry sheep blindly following there patriarch into wars they can not even dream of winning. Stalker Knight at Spring Slaughter I will make an example of you and please remember you asked for this. You started this when insulted my honour and you insulted my moral stance on life and for that very reason this Sunday I have eyes for you and only you in this match up. Now don’t get me wrong if I have to go through the Kenyon sisters, or even stalkers precious little girl to do this you get bet your arse that I will. You see this Sunday I will not stop till I am stood over a bloody battered and broken shell of an old man who calls himself Stalker. This Sunday at Spring Slaughter I will have massacre on my mind, this Sunday my eyes will be trained on the psychotic leader of the Knights of Dark Camelot and most importantly make no mistake about it, This Sunday night the Stalker will become the motherf***ing STALKED!
A massive smirk lights up the face of Fraser freeman, make no mistake about it, this is the smirk who has purely destructive ideas in mind, the pure intensity he intends to bring to the ring on Sunday night is clearly evident in his body language. Freeman stands up and walks over to the camera tilting it up to face level and raising his left arm in the air with a look of pure grit and determination etched upon his face. He shoots a wink down the camera, this wink is as if to say prepare yourself for the war you asked for to Stalker Knight. Freeman reaches his hand round the back of the camera and turns it off as the scene fades out to black.
Jade walks into the room rubbing her eyes half asleep, looking as if she has been dragged from her slumber.
Jade: Frase is everything ok I heard loud voices and shouting?
Freeman: Everything is fine babe, it is nothing you need to worry about.
Jade: But why were you shouting?
Freeman: Oh this psychotic loon in UWA just started a war with me I am almost 100% certain he wasn't expecting to happen, you see sweetie this cretin seems to think that I am nothing more than Baron's henchman, he seems to think that I am a morally flawed man who has no consideration for the involvement I have in the adult industry.
Jade smirks and chuckles a bit, knowing all too well that Freeman is a very passionate man that when pushed into a corner wont just come out firing, he will come out in a motherfucking army tank destroying those who hit the ignition switch.
Jade: Uh oh, looks like he awoken the monster and we both know that cant possibly end well for him!
A wide almost sadistic grin comes across the face of Freeman. He breaks out into a definitely sadistic chuckle as he begins to picture the full scale attack he is going to bring to stalker knight and anyone who gets in his way at this Sundays Pay Per View.
Freeman: Indeed sweetie, indeed all hell is about to break lose and god help anyone who gets caught in the crossfire. Sorry for waking you up, just you know how I get when I get fired up. Now why don’t you go get some more sleep.
Jade shoots Freeman a nod that lets Freeman know she understands, before turning and heading back to the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Freeman turns and goes back to the couch sinking down onto it and letting out a big smirk as he thinks about the impact he plans on making upon his arrival in UWA.
****Fin****
