A New Beginning; A New Order
Jan 24, 2013 17:30:37 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2013 17:30:37 GMT -5
FGA - Chapter 1: A New Beginning; A New Order
(Off Camera)
Plymouth, Massachusetts. What a certifiable shit-hole. Had this REALLY been what it came down to? Was it really, truly THAT important? As I walked along in the frigid, nasty cold, one I was not accustomed to in sunny California, I couldn't help but wonder to myself. I had promised a revolution... and in it's wake was left nothing more than ash and a few broken reminders of what could have been. It was mine to control, MINE for the taking... and yet, here we are, in Plymouth, Massachusetts. I re-adjusted my bag over my shoulder, and gripped my rolling luggage case tighter in my gloved hand as a man dressed to the nine's in security gear ushered me towards my destination. I looked him up and down, noting the rotund nature of his stomach and his weight. They picked a winner this one. I could take him down a peg now and out-run the poor bastard in record time. I couldn't help myself.
Blaize: So, you're Plymouth's "finest," here to escort us talent to safety, huh?
He didn't utter a word, but his eyes told me his story. He was probably from a broken home, just doing his job, working to get a paycheck to feed what was left of his family... hell, if he even HAD one. The poor lout more than likely was the last kid to be picked for the dodge ball team in school, and went stag to the prom, IF he even had the dignity to show his face. With a slight in-chuckle, I kept walking, shaking my head. Welcome to Frontier, Aaron; THIS... is what dreams are made of.
~~~
(One Week Earlier - Off Camera)
Rachel: Aaron... it's your decision to make... and I won't stop you. I just- I just think you need to slow it down after what happened at the restaurant that night.
I looked my wife up and down after that comment. It had been a few months back that my mentor, Dylan Scott, and my own brother, my own flesh and blood had tried to get me to come "back to earth." I left my mentor down for the count, and my brother scarred for life. I didn't care for doing it to him, poor, defenseless little Adam... but Dylan deserved every bit of the ass-kicking he received. I shook my head.
Blaize: Rachel... my story is not done yet. I still have more to give, not just for myself, but for you... and for our daughter. Can you believe it... she's going to be three years old this year...
Rachel: And how many of those birthdays did you spend with her, Aaron? One out of three!? She won't even REMEMBER you, Aaron, for Christ's sake... all you're on about now is how you're to change the sport as you know it... how... how you're some kind of SAVIOR, Aaron. You're NOT! The sport has changed YOU... you HAVE lost touch. I need you back here... with Michaela... with me.
More of the same... even from her. I couldn't bear it anymore. She had to realize that what I did, and HOW I did it were of my concern. The only thing she needed to know...
Blaize: As long as you and her are happy, and provided for... that's all I care about, Rachel. There will be time to catch up later. This time... this YEAR... this MOMENT, is mine. I cannot stop now. I cannot BE stopped. This time, you and her... you'll be set for life.
Rachel: Aaron... we're set NOW. Why do you DO this!?
Blaize: I do it because it was what I was BRED to do, damnit! I do it because I want the best for my FAMILY!!! Can't you SEE THAT!?
Rachel: I CAN!!! I just- I don't know if I want to keep losing you like this. Every time. Every "fresh start" somewhere else. On the road, centralized, it doesn't matter. It's tearing me APART, Aaron. Why can't you see THAT!?
I was speechless for once in my life. I stepped closer to her and caressed the right side of her face with my hand. Looked into her bright green eyes and saw that she was being genuine. She was torn apart by all of this... but if I had to choose between that and what I love? I felt my deep blue eyes bore into her very soul as I spoke to her.
Blaize: You're asking me to choose between my family and what I love to do. It's not fair... and right now... asking me this way... I choose what I love to do. You have to understand. You MUST under-
She slapped the taste right out of my mouth, cutting me off in mid-sentence. At first, she was angry... and then she staggered backwards, slumping into the wall. She raised her hands to her face, sobbing now, uncontrollably. She slid down the wall to the tiled floor below, her shoulders heaving with every heavy sob. The tears streamed, but no loud, audible wails came, only gasps of strained sadness. I rubbed my cheek, looking down at her. I'm glad she couldn't see me... I was afraid of the look I was giving my own wife.
Blaize: So be it. I'm leaving in the morning. Tonight... I'm packing my stuff and going to a hotel. I'll make you see it, Rachel... I will... I promise you that. I'd ask you to wait for me... but now, you can do whatever the hell it is YOU want to do.
I turned my back on her and walked away in a frantic scramble to grab my shit and get out of there as fast as I could. It didn't take more than twenty minutes. I was in my car and speeding out of my driveway, not once looking back. She would understand. She HAD to.
~~~
(On Camera)
Blaize: Another pissed off soul shoved in front of yours truly, is it? Some things never change...
The camera flickers to life, Aaron Blaize seen standing in what appears to be a remote hallway somewhere. His jet black hair is shortly buzzed, his beard seen tightly cropped and trimmed fairly neat, framing his face. He is wearing a black tee with metallic silver tribal designs adorning the shoulders, going from chest to shoulder blades on his back. His heavily tattooed arms rest crossed across his midsection, and we can see the beginnings of some faded blue jeans. He smiles into the camera, his silver lip ring seen glistening in the fluorescent lights hanging above him.
Blaize: Before I get to YOU, Akrista O'Hare... allow me to, shed some light on just who I am, and why I decided to come here to "good 'ol" Frontier. As many of you already know, my name is Aaron Blaize... and YES, my reputation DOES precede me. Some of you will vilify me for that, others will, in a vain attempt to gain my acceptance, cheer for my "anti-establishment" attitude and willingness to do whatever it takes to win... to SUCCEED. Let me put this in black and white, right now for all of those within earshot of my voice. I don't NEED any of you, nor do I want the support of liars, cheaters and all-around phonies like you. All you want to do is cheer on your flavor of the month, drive some merchandise sales and be on with it.
Blaize sneers into the camera, his demonic blue eyes seen narrowing, nearly into "snake-like" slits as he continues talking with his "silver tongue."
Blaize: Every time I step into that ring... I don't tell a story, I don't ENTERTAIN you. I fight... plain and simple. I fight, not only for myself, but for those with a voice who are too afraid to stand up and fight. It's a minority, to be sure... but there are those out there who are squandered, pushed aside, told that they would never amount to ANYTHING. I'm here to change that. I will use my ability... and the power of my VOICE to get what I want... to change the game, and to bring JUSTICE back to light. I look around Frontier, and do you know what I see?
Blaize's sneer evaporates into a sinister scowl. He speaks on with venom and malice.
Blaize: Spineless, pandering nothings, fit to rule.
A chuckle lightens Blaize's mood as he smiles sarcastically into the camera.
Blaize: Oh yes, you heard that right. It's a known fact that the strong devour the weak. It's known FACT that yours truly, and Akrista even said it herself, is a sadistic, twisted son of a bitch. Say what you will about my mother... but if you put me down without even checking your FACTS... then we have a problem. That leads me right back to you, Akrista O'Hare. I see you would like to think you did your homework, right? You think that you have me pegged already, and that, with a little bit of attitude and some minor skill, that you will be able to prevail, am I right?
Blaize's smile grows wider as he focuses his icy glare on the camera in front of him.
Blaize: Wrong. There are two types of pissed off people in this world. People with just cause, and people without it. YOU, my dear, have NO cause to be pissed off. You take your lumps and you move on. End of story. You want to label ME a crybaby already? That's fine. Unlike you, CHILD, I can handle my lumps. Have been for so long now that a bitch with some attitude seems like a drop in the bucket. What MADE me pissed off is none of your concern, but know this... what pisses me off NOW... is you.
Blaize scowls once more.
Blaize: You and everyone else in this promotion who feels that they are owed everything and have to pay nothing for it... NOTHING! I will rise from the ashes of a once proud moment, a crowning achievement in my life... and I will grab Frontier by the balls in make it MINE! Oops, here I go, Akrista, talking about my desires. It's just a shame that you may not get to witness my rise. I'm sure you'd love to hang around and hear my evil monologue, but I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. The only thing you'll be hearing is a ringing in your ears, and then, a ringing throughout the arena. You want to choose someone to vent your anger on? You want a punching bag that will lay down and allow you to get your "much needed" revenge? Look elsewhere.
Blaize unfolds his arms, allowing his hands to hang at his sides. He cocks his head slightly to the right as he glares into the camera with a malicious stare.
Blaize: You're nothing more than a rebel carrying a banner that is unfit for someone like you. You intend to damage my intentions with ugly and defiant malevolence... but that is ALSO unfit for you. All you are... is a no-one. If you're thinking that I overstep my bounds because I am new here... then perhaps you're right. Perhaps you WILL strike me down because I am yet "unproven" in the world of Frontier. The sad thing is, Akrista, is that when I looked around, I also saw some familiar faces; faces, that will tell you just what it is I am TRULY capable of. I am not here to gain friends and make nice. I am here to dominate... to take that rocket ship straight to the top, and shove it up everyones ass. If anyone is a speed bump, O'Hare... it's YOU.
Blaize smiles with a sadistic grin into camera.
Blaize: In one, single moment... I will end your quest fro revenge, cease your anger and make it all wash away with darkness and pain. When I defeat you, and extend your phenomenal record to one and four, just stay down... and for GOD'S sake, take your damn lumps like a grown woman. But, most importantly... remember my name... Aaron Blaize.
Blaize smiles wider.
Blaize: For soon... it will be synonymous with the word... "Frontier."
~End
(Off Camera)
Plymouth, Massachusetts. What a certifiable shit-hole. Had this REALLY been what it came down to? Was it really, truly THAT important? As I walked along in the frigid, nasty cold, one I was not accustomed to in sunny California, I couldn't help but wonder to myself. I had promised a revolution... and in it's wake was left nothing more than ash and a few broken reminders of what could have been. It was mine to control, MINE for the taking... and yet, here we are, in Plymouth, Massachusetts. I re-adjusted my bag over my shoulder, and gripped my rolling luggage case tighter in my gloved hand as a man dressed to the nine's in security gear ushered me towards my destination. I looked him up and down, noting the rotund nature of his stomach and his weight. They picked a winner this one. I could take him down a peg now and out-run the poor bastard in record time. I couldn't help myself.
Blaize: So, you're Plymouth's "finest," here to escort us talent to safety, huh?
He didn't utter a word, but his eyes told me his story. He was probably from a broken home, just doing his job, working to get a paycheck to feed what was left of his family... hell, if he even HAD one. The poor lout more than likely was the last kid to be picked for the dodge ball team in school, and went stag to the prom, IF he even had the dignity to show his face. With a slight in-chuckle, I kept walking, shaking my head. Welcome to Frontier, Aaron; THIS... is what dreams are made of.
~~~
(One Week Earlier - Off Camera)
Rachel: Aaron... it's your decision to make... and I won't stop you. I just- I just think you need to slow it down after what happened at the restaurant that night.
I looked my wife up and down after that comment. It had been a few months back that my mentor, Dylan Scott, and my own brother, my own flesh and blood had tried to get me to come "back to earth." I left my mentor down for the count, and my brother scarred for life. I didn't care for doing it to him, poor, defenseless little Adam... but Dylan deserved every bit of the ass-kicking he received. I shook my head.
Blaize: Rachel... my story is not done yet. I still have more to give, not just for myself, but for you... and for our daughter. Can you believe it... she's going to be three years old this year...
Rachel: And how many of those birthdays did you spend with her, Aaron? One out of three!? She won't even REMEMBER you, Aaron, for Christ's sake... all you're on about now is how you're to change the sport as you know it... how... how you're some kind of SAVIOR, Aaron. You're NOT! The sport has changed YOU... you HAVE lost touch. I need you back here... with Michaela... with me.
More of the same... even from her. I couldn't bear it anymore. She had to realize that what I did, and HOW I did it were of my concern. The only thing she needed to know...
Blaize: As long as you and her are happy, and provided for... that's all I care about, Rachel. There will be time to catch up later. This time... this YEAR... this MOMENT, is mine. I cannot stop now. I cannot BE stopped. This time, you and her... you'll be set for life.
Rachel: Aaron... we're set NOW. Why do you DO this!?
Blaize: I do it because it was what I was BRED to do, damnit! I do it because I want the best for my FAMILY!!! Can't you SEE THAT!?
Rachel: I CAN!!! I just- I don't know if I want to keep losing you like this. Every time. Every "fresh start" somewhere else. On the road, centralized, it doesn't matter. It's tearing me APART, Aaron. Why can't you see THAT!?
I was speechless for once in my life. I stepped closer to her and caressed the right side of her face with my hand. Looked into her bright green eyes and saw that she was being genuine. She was torn apart by all of this... but if I had to choose between that and what I love? I felt my deep blue eyes bore into her very soul as I spoke to her.
Blaize: You're asking me to choose between my family and what I love to do. It's not fair... and right now... asking me this way... I choose what I love to do. You have to understand. You MUST under-
She slapped the taste right out of my mouth, cutting me off in mid-sentence. At first, she was angry... and then she staggered backwards, slumping into the wall. She raised her hands to her face, sobbing now, uncontrollably. She slid down the wall to the tiled floor below, her shoulders heaving with every heavy sob. The tears streamed, but no loud, audible wails came, only gasps of strained sadness. I rubbed my cheek, looking down at her. I'm glad she couldn't see me... I was afraid of the look I was giving my own wife.
Blaize: So be it. I'm leaving in the morning. Tonight... I'm packing my stuff and going to a hotel. I'll make you see it, Rachel... I will... I promise you that. I'd ask you to wait for me... but now, you can do whatever the hell it is YOU want to do.
I turned my back on her and walked away in a frantic scramble to grab my shit and get out of there as fast as I could. It didn't take more than twenty minutes. I was in my car and speeding out of my driveway, not once looking back. She would understand. She HAD to.
~~~
(On Camera)
Blaize: Another pissed off soul shoved in front of yours truly, is it? Some things never change...
The camera flickers to life, Aaron Blaize seen standing in what appears to be a remote hallway somewhere. His jet black hair is shortly buzzed, his beard seen tightly cropped and trimmed fairly neat, framing his face. He is wearing a black tee with metallic silver tribal designs adorning the shoulders, going from chest to shoulder blades on his back. His heavily tattooed arms rest crossed across his midsection, and we can see the beginnings of some faded blue jeans. He smiles into the camera, his silver lip ring seen glistening in the fluorescent lights hanging above him.
Blaize: Before I get to YOU, Akrista O'Hare... allow me to, shed some light on just who I am, and why I decided to come here to "good 'ol" Frontier. As many of you already know, my name is Aaron Blaize... and YES, my reputation DOES precede me. Some of you will vilify me for that, others will, in a vain attempt to gain my acceptance, cheer for my "anti-establishment" attitude and willingness to do whatever it takes to win... to SUCCEED. Let me put this in black and white, right now for all of those within earshot of my voice. I don't NEED any of you, nor do I want the support of liars, cheaters and all-around phonies like you. All you want to do is cheer on your flavor of the month, drive some merchandise sales and be on with it.
Blaize sneers into the camera, his demonic blue eyes seen narrowing, nearly into "snake-like" slits as he continues talking with his "silver tongue."
Blaize: Every time I step into that ring... I don't tell a story, I don't ENTERTAIN you. I fight... plain and simple. I fight, not only for myself, but for those with a voice who are too afraid to stand up and fight. It's a minority, to be sure... but there are those out there who are squandered, pushed aside, told that they would never amount to ANYTHING. I'm here to change that. I will use my ability... and the power of my VOICE to get what I want... to change the game, and to bring JUSTICE back to light. I look around Frontier, and do you know what I see?
Blaize's sneer evaporates into a sinister scowl. He speaks on with venom and malice.
Blaize: Spineless, pandering nothings, fit to rule.
A chuckle lightens Blaize's mood as he smiles sarcastically into the camera.
Blaize: Oh yes, you heard that right. It's a known fact that the strong devour the weak. It's known FACT that yours truly, and Akrista even said it herself, is a sadistic, twisted son of a bitch. Say what you will about my mother... but if you put me down without even checking your FACTS... then we have a problem. That leads me right back to you, Akrista O'Hare. I see you would like to think you did your homework, right? You think that you have me pegged already, and that, with a little bit of attitude and some minor skill, that you will be able to prevail, am I right?
Blaize's smile grows wider as he focuses his icy glare on the camera in front of him.
Blaize: Wrong. There are two types of pissed off people in this world. People with just cause, and people without it. YOU, my dear, have NO cause to be pissed off. You take your lumps and you move on. End of story. You want to label ME a crybaby already? That's fine. Unlike you, CHILD, I can handle my lumps. Have been for so long now that a bitch with some attitude seems like a drop in the bucket. What MADE me pissed off is none of your concern, but know this... what pisses me off NOW... is you.
Blaize scowls once more.
Blaize: You and everyone else in this promotion who feels that they are owed everything and have to pay nothing for it... NOTHING! I will rise from the ashes of a once proud moment, a crowning achievement in my life... and I will grab Frontier by the balls in make it MINE! Oops, here I go, Akrista, talking about my desires. It's just a shame that you may not get to witness my rise. I'm sure you'd love to hang around and hear my evil monologue, but I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. The only thing you'll be hearing is a ringing in your ears, and then, a ringing throughout the arena. You want to choose someone to vent your anger on? You want a punching bag that will lay down and allow you to get your "much needed" revenge? Look elsewhere.
Blaize unfolds his arms, allowing his hands to hang at his sides. He cocks his head slightly to the right as he glares into the camera with a malicious stare.
Blaize: You're nothing more than a rebel carrying a banner that is unfit for someone like you. You intend to damage my intentions with ugly and defiant malevolence... but that is ALSO unfit for you. All you are... is a no-one. If you're thinking that I overstep my bounds because I am new here... then perhaps you're right. Perhaps you WILL strike me down because I am yet "unproven" in the world of Frontier. The sad thing is, Akrista, is that when I looked around, I also saw some familiar faces; faces, that will tell you just what it is I am TRULY capable of. I am not here to gain friends and make nice. I am here to dominate... to take that rocket ship straight to the top, and shove it up everyones ass. If anyone is a speed bump, O'Hare... it's YOU.
Blaize smiles with a sadistic grin into camera.
Blaize: In one, single moment... I will end your quest fro revenge, cease your anger and make it all wash away with darkness and pain. When I defeat you, and extend your phenomenal record to one and four, just stay down... and for GOD'S sake, take your damn lumps like a grown woman. But, most importantly... remember my name... Aaron Blaize.
Blaize smiles wider.
Blaize: For soon... it will be synonymous with the word... "Frontier."
~End