Roleplay Title: Second Chances                                            Record: 02-02-00 AWC Achievements: AWC Tag Team Champions [w/ Chris Walker] OOC: Trying a new style for rping so on the OOC Board tell me if you like the old one or this one Green. Green is the color that is cast upon the face of Laz as he watches, yet again, Celester Giovanne capture victory over Breadon Othello Adelle. Green is the color of jealousy, green was the color of envy. Laz was jealous, and Laz was envious of Celeste. Her very first match she had done what he himself could not do the night of Genesis. It just seemed so easy for her to do, with a simple pack she was able to score victory. Laz had wrestled his hardest in that match and yet it was still not enough. Even though Laz had not been pinned, it was still a lose that he could not stand. What had he done wrong? What was it that he did diffrently that made him so vulnerable to defeat from Breadon. He rewound the video tape again and again trying to figure out what she had done, that she didn't. He had confusion and anger in his eyes reflecting upon the television as he pushed himself to look harder, as he pushed himself to find that spark. His brain began to ache and his eyes began to water as his kept his gaze upon the television, rewinding and rewinding the match. What could it be? Laz was getting frantic and his watering eyes switched back and fowarth upon the screen. What was it? Laz's head began to ache even more with that thought of confusion and the electronic waves he had been enduring ever since his victory over Chris Brooks. He kept searching, and searching, and searching and there it was right in front of him the whole time. It had been there the whole time but Laz had never bothered to open his eyes and see it. There, in Celeste's eyes, it was flaring. The very thing the won her the match had been flaring out of control the whole match. Your eyes are the window's to your soul, and Celeste's soul was on fire with determination and a strong desire to probe herself to the world. That was it. That had to be it. If that wasn't the key to unlocking the defeat of Breadon then Laz didn't know what was. A smiled finally crossed his face. The same smile when he had won the tag titles, the same smile when he had won the SEE Zero-Ex Championship, the same smile when he had watched his arch enemy in PWC, Flier, burn at the stake. This was the evil smile of victory, and Laz could smell it in the air. The key having another title around his waist was determination. Laz has to have more determination, and he had to have a cornicopia of it. This was a no concept for Laz, he had always thought that if you were better you would win, if you sucked then you would lose. Laz was secretly astounded to find out that there was much more to competition than just winning or losing. You had flare with determination. Laz was getting a second chance to step into the ring with Breadon, if he defeated Spencer Chambers. Laz was getting a second chance to become the AWC North Atlantic Champion. This time Laz would come back with determination, and a hell of a lot of it As quickly as his smile had appeared, droplets of water stream down his face. What was this? Was he crying? Were these salty drops of water coming from his eyes tears? They were, and Laz had no idea what this meant. He had rarely ever experienced crying before, and now it was suddenly upon him. Laz didn't understand it at all. He had no reason to cry, yet he had started without even knowing it. Laz was sitting there in his chair, the video on pauses, and tears coming down his face. An unknown force and triggered his emotions and Laz had no way to stop it. Was it a busted tear duct or was there a reason for this? The tears suddenly turn into red droplets. He whips his eyes and a red liquid is imprinted upon his hand. He smelt it, he liked it, it was blood. Was it possible for Laz to cry blood? It was now. Laz got up from his leather chair and pressed the button on the television, turning it off. "The time is now for me to make my return back into the North Atlantic division. The time is now for me to finally claim the championship as my own. I might hold one half of the tag team titles, but it alone does not quench my thirst. It alone does not satisfy my hunger for gold. Blitz is the time to show Braedon, to show the world, that my era is upon them. Do you feel it? Do you feel that sharp feeling in the pit of your stomach? It's fear, and that fear is directed towards me. Some of you ignorant people actually know what is to become of this championship. Most of you actually believe me when I say the title will fall into my grasp into my grasp. It is right of you to believe me, but you do not believe what you do not see. What you didn't see is me walking me walking out of the Genesis arena with the North Atlantic Championship around my waist. What you didn't see is me holding what is rightfully mine. What you did see is Braedon Othello Adelle holding my beauty up high. What you did see is Breadon pinning Craven to gain the championship that I should have won. I admit Breadon can get the best of certain people, but not me. Breadon was unable to release her so called 'talent' upon my soul in that match. She was unable to beat her best competition in that match, me. I do believe that Breadon barely even touched me because she knew that the belt was mine. She knew that the fate of that championship was to become mine. Breadon wanted to stop it, and stop it she did. Breadon was able to stop me from fufilling my destiny as the North Atlantic Champion. Breadon was even able to take it as her own, and how do you think she pulled all of this off? How do you think she was able to fool me?...By defeating some one else" Laz looks around the room as he gives the people watching some time to reflect upon his previous statement. What Laz embarresingly failed to realize is that you didn't have to defeat one person like he had planned to. He had planned to take the title by only pinning Breadon, which he couldn't pull off anyway. He hides the fact that he was to distracted by Loki to do anything with Breadon "You see, five people were cast into this match. Breadon Othello Adelle, Erin Arista, Loki, Craven, and myself were all given a chance to become the first ever AWC North Atlantic Champion. Knowing that four out of the five would fail, I set my sights on taking the gold. Many people thought I didn't belong in a first ever title shot, and many people thought I wasn't near good enough to compete with some of the people I was competing with. Desperate to show them they were wrong, I focoused on only pinning Braedon, who was the only tougher in the match. Braedon, on the other hand would take victory over anybody, and that she did. Breadon pinned Craven when I myself was not looking, ending my chance of picking up a trophey that would prove my existance in AWC" Laz turns on the television again, not knowing why he turned it off in the first place. There frozen on the screen is Breadon Othello Adelle being pinned by Celeste Giovanni. Before Laz had been jealous of Celeste, on how she was able to defeat Breadon. Now, the only thing Laz feels towards Celeste is thankfulness. Thankfulness because without knowing it, Celeste has shown Laz the way to having the AWC North Atlantic Championship around his waits "It seems that I have been speaking to much of Breadon, when the person I should really be about right now is Spencer Chambers. I have been speaking of the second chance that I have been given, when the second chance really doesn't start with Breadon. My second chance, starts with the essence of Spencer Chambers. What is Spencer all about? What are his morlas? What are his beliefs? My second chance stands alone of the fact if I will be able to defeat Spencer or not. If I defeat Spencer, then I become the number one contender for the North Atlantic Championship. If I don't defeat Spencer, then atleast I will still have my Tag title to fall back on. Let's not forget what I said before though. The AWC tag titles are not enough to cure my itch. I wonder if the North Atlantic Championship around my waist will even be enough to satisfy me. I am a very hungry man, and a hungry man needs to be fed, or he gets angry. I am hungry for gold, I need to have gold, or I become angry. Will me defeating Spencer cure my itch?" For once Laz actually looks serious and for once Laz actually looks like he might pull this thing off. The camera looks into the eyes of Laz and sees the pure determination rising. But will that be enough? "Spencer, it is redundant to wander your mind to try and figure out this mystery, to try and figure out this mystery of why you werer put in this match with me. The endless thoughts running through your head are probably something like, what is this chump thinking by facing me. Well Spencer, believe it or not, I think the same thing about you. Can you think of one reason why I think so little of you Spencer? You must not remember from the head trauma you endured that night. It was I who won the Battle Royal if you remember correctly. It was I who won the Battle Royal that you competed in. Nobody was able to touch me Spencer, nobody was able to elimate me, while you on the other hand were eliminated third. It's pathetic really, how can anybody that has the capability of being eliminated third in a Battle Royal, be able to become the North Atlantic number one contender. It makes absoloutly no sense. You are just another obstacle on my way to becoming the North Atlantic Champion, another obstacle that I will quickly overcome. This Friday, you will be locked in the confines of defeat. Your glory will be stabbed by the pitchforks of depression, and you will slowly slip into the abyss of grief. Grief that you have lost yet another match in your o' so glorious career in AWC. Grief that you threw away the chance at becoming the next North Atlantic Champion. Grief that you lost to an individual like me" Laz laughes although I doesn't really know the extint of the comment that he just made. In one way he could be dissing himself, in another way he could be disrespecting Spencer, or he could be doing both. Laz meant it by disrespecting Spencer though, and so that is why he laughes. "As I stand in this locker room I must ask myself what is it that I am thankful for? Since Thanksgiving is tomorrow for people in the United States, I thought I should add something that has to to with be thankful. I am thankful for second chances. Without second chances, most people would never go anywhere. It's only human to make mistakes, and that is what people do. Without second chances people would never have another chance to fix what went wrong. I would never have a chance to get that belt where it belongs. I admit I made a mistake at Genesis and it cost me big time, but now I have been given a chance to fix the mistake. Without second chances, there would be no learning from mistakes. That is what I am doing right now, and that is what I am thankful for. Braedon, you should be thankful that you have that title.." Laz picks up a knife out of his duffel bag and cuts his arm a little. Blood runs down his arm and Laz dips one of his fingers in it. He writes the name Spencer, and then Braedon under it. The wall is now stained with two peoples names written on it "Because you won't have it for much longer"