Next.Match: Hell In A Cell Match Record: 00 - 00 - 00 AWC.Acheivements: N/A OOC: This was originally only suppose to be one rp, but I got carried away with it and deicded to extend it. Imagine, I came home after youth group and made this up. Anyway, my decision keeps changing on wether I like it or not. I'm gonna write a part two, but do you think it's good enough for me to keep going with this series?

Running From The Past {Part 1}

N E X T V I C T I M ~ A L L I N H E L L I N A C E L L M A T C H

Everybody always says they should have done this, or they should have done that, but they didn't think of it at the time. They wish they could have just turned back time and said what they had wanted to say, but had never had the guts to. Like if you never had the guts to stand up to that school bulley you know you could have knocked the wind out of. You never got the chance to run for president of your high school because you forgot to turn in the forms, which you know everybody would have voted for you. You never got to knock the knife out of the masked murders hand, right before he stabbed your loved one in the heart with it, who you knew you could have saved. People might be saying this, while blaming themselves, and just wishing, hoping, they would wake up the next morning, it being the same day. Just praying for dear life that they could just have one more chance, and start the day all over again. But the fact is, nobody can turn back time. Nobody has a magical watch that you twist counter clockwise to turn back time. Not even god himself would turn back time. He might have the power but he won't ever do it. Yet, even though this is plain as daylight to you, even though you know it can never be changed, you still wish it could. You wish for the undoable. The past is the past, and it should be left in the past. But every now and again you get those people. Thos people who clinge to their past, and wish every night that they could have redone things. The past holds our most sinful ways, and our most harmful situations, you can't look back. Just look ahead, look into your future, and focous on your present. You mean to do this, yet it never happens. Even thoughs who think they have forgotten get those glimpses of that day running through their mind. There is no way to stop it and there is no way to block it out. How can we block out our past when everything around us wants us to remember it? Take school for example, they have dedicated a whole class subject to the teachings of the past. Everybody is required to learn about the past. Then you have everyday family life. Photo albums, video tapes, all forms of remembering the past. Sometimes its just to much. Sometimes you think of letting go, and never looking back. Never moving forward so, there'd never be a past The day started out to be on the bright side on coast of Australia, the place where Laz had moved to seperate himself from all of his troubles in his hometown of Anahiem, California. So many memories, so many bad memories, that Laz had to move as far away from where it all had started. Austalia sounded good to him, near the beach, and that is exactly where he moved. The day started out sunny, with flowers blooming, birds chirping, the tradional Snow White scene. Everything was joyous and happy as if it had come straight from a fairy tale. This is truly how Laz felt when he first woke up this morning. Everything was extremly perfect in this life right now. Yeah, SEE had closed down some odd days ago, but AWC had risen in its place, and with that new champions were set to arise. Laz had a chance to become the first ever AWC North Atlantic Champion. His name would be written first in the history books as a champion. He had recieved a phone call about three in the morning, since they had diffrent times, and a manager from AWC told him about his match. Laz had a good rest until he awoke once more to this glorious scene. No relfections of his past had ever shown up today or even when he was in Autralia for that matter. This streak came to an end when the phone rang again. Laz was walking on the beach when his phone rang. Laz went out for long walks so he always carried his house phone with him. Laz answered the phone expecting it to be another good call, to add to his 'To Good To Be True' Day. But it was too good to be true L.a.z "Hello? I'm sorry I didn't answer the phone soon enough, I'm actually walking on the beach right now" V.o.i.c.e "Oh, it's quite alright, it's not like you ever had time for me anyways. Anyway, how have you been Erik, I've been watching you in SEE. Pity it closed down though" L.a.z "Uhhh...yeah. I was depressed for awhile but I'm good now. The Atlantic Wreslting Championship is going to be my new home, hopefully for the next couple of monthes or more. By the way, who is this again?" V.o.i.c.e "Oh you know who this is. Deep down in the depths of your bottomless black heart you know who this is. So you got another job Erik? I can see why, you are quite impressive if I do say so myself" L.a.z "I guess that was a compliment so, Thank You, I guess. But before I can answer anymore questions, I'm gonna need to know who I am talking with" V.o.i.c.e "Ahh...I can see it now, Laz comes into the AWC, makes a strong and forceful allie, then lands a spot in a Hell In A Cell Match to become the first ever AWC North Atlantic Champion, am I correct?" L.a.z "Ok, this is getting freaky, how the hell would you know that if you didn't even know I was in AWC? Unless you have some sort of computer or something next to you" V.o.i.c.e "Erik, be real here, you know exactly who this is. You have been waiting all of you life for me to call you, and for me to forgive you. Well guess what, I didn't call so I can say that I forgive you. I have called to remind you, remind you about me" L.a.z "I have been waiting for nobody to call me, I have no idea who the hell you are, and why would I be waiting my whole life for a phone call from somebody I don't know, so he can forgive me about something I didn't know I did?" V.o.i.c.e "Erik, stop playing dumb. You know exactly who this is. You know exactly who you have been waiting to get a call from. You pray for it every night, I know" L.a.z "Uhhh...god?" V.o.i.c.e "No, not god you idiot! Think harder, think far back. Remember all of the things that you have tried to hard to forget and apparently forgotten" The phone is silent for a little while as Laz begins to think. Could it be his mom, no, she had died about a year ago. Could it be his dad, no, he had been in a mental institute for quite some time now. If it was him who was calling he was in some deep shit. But it didn't sound like him, and Laz knew it wasn't him. Could it be his brother, no, it couldn't be. He had died in a car crash when Laz was fourteen. It couldn't be his brother that he had shared a tight bond with, it couldn't be Aaron Rivers...could it? L.a.z "I'm sorry, Mr...Mr...Mr whatever your name is. I have no idea what you are talking about. So I think I'm going to hang up now" V.o.i.c.e "Wait, I know you know who I am. Don't try to deny it Erik. If you keep denying it, I will be forced to through off your mind. We all know what that resolved in" L.a.z "How would you know what happens when my mind is thrown off?" V.o.i.c.e "You should have learned already that I know everything about you Erik. I know everything there is to know about you. I was by your side for your entire infant, childhood, and half of your adolencent life. I was there when you were born" With this being said Laz hangs up the phone and slides it back into his pocket. He expects the phone to ring again but it doesn't. Somewhere off into the distance he can here somebody laughing, somebody who had wanted to do that for a long time, so one who had wanted Laz to feel guilty. The weather had changed and it was a little overcast with a slight wind. In the winds Laz could here little whispers of "No's, Don'ts" and when he heard the very words he had said on that terrible night, he started running back to his house. The wind now blowing fast and hard, the weather reflecting his mood just as before. Laz ran inside his house, closing the sliding back door behind him. He ran into his bathroom, and looked in the mirror to make sure things were real L.a.z "Why must everything be so complecated? Why must everything revolve around my pain, and my suffering? Does the world spin, knowing that my life is a living hell? Does god laugh everytime I feel bad? Just when I think things are getting better, they turn around again. I thought all I had to worry about was my match at Genesis. My hell in a cell match to gain control of that AWC North Atlantic Championship that I deserve. For all I have gone through, and for all of the laughes I have given the world of my pain, I think I deserve something! Crevan, the very man that mocks the way I make my living and the way I live my life. The man that thinks he is insane and the man that has had everybody believing that he has gone through terrible things. You have no idea what terrible things are Crevan! Terrible doesn't even begin to desribe the things that I have been through, yet your life probably doesn't even know what the definition of terrible is. At Genesis, I will be able to show you just what it means to be me. I will be able to show you a little glimpse of the pain I feel wherever I go. The purpose of my life. Why must people always fake this, like it is some kind of joke. You see these people who are crying because they think their life is messed up. Why boo fucking whoo! Poor, poor, you! Did you ever stop and think about the people who are in diffrent situations then you, worse situations then you? Did you ever stop and think about the people who think your life is a paradise. No, you didn't, because your selfish. Crevan over here wants to play off this whole gothic gimmick, this whole gimmick where he lives a life of sorrow and is only on this earth to cause pain. Well Crevan, I have already felt more pain than you could ever inflict upon someone. Have you ever commited a crime Crevan? Have you ever gone to jail? Have you ever done something bad? Have you ever done something so horrifying that you can't even speak about it? Well I have! Now, it's coming back to haunt me... Before Laz can say anymore the silence in his house is disturbed by the ringing of the phone again. He jumps at the sound thinks he knows exactly who it is. He notices the phone in his pocket isn't making any noise or vibrating. He takes it out and realizes that the phone has died so he has to go pick the phone is his living room. He makes his way out of the bathroom and cautiously makes walks over to the phone. He is about halfway there when the phone stops rining. The world seemed to stop at that moment, like in a horror flick. Suddenly the phone starts ringing again. This time Laz walk-runs the rest of the way and picks up the phone to his ear L.a.z "What the hell do you want with me?!" G.i.r.l "Umm...I'm sorry Mr. but I'm calling from a company called The National Wildlife Association. I was wondering if you'd help us by donating some money. We're trying to get some animals off the endangered list by buying a certain piece of land that many endangered animals inhabit" L.a.z "Don't try to play games with me, motherfucker! Who the hell are you? I'm going to call the cops on your ass!" G.i.r.l "I'm sorry, my friends dared me to do it. I'm only twleve, we did it as a prank call. Please don't call the cops we'll never do it again. I promise!" The twelve year old girl starts crying before she hands up the phone. How could Laz have done that, this person has turned him into...into...this. Could somebody possibly know all of his history? It was probably one of his opponents on Genesis who called and was trying to play mind games with him. Laz was new to mind games, usually nobody dares play mind games with him. They had probably looked his file up, or bribed one of Laz's past pychiatrists to tell them his private information. It had to be. Laz walked into his bedroom and locked the door behind him. All that was in Laz's room right now was his bed, his closet off to the left, and the window above his bed. Outside there was now a fierce storm going on, which is how Laz felt. With every shift of his mood seemed to bring another shift in the weather. There was lighting flashes, booming thunder, hard-hitting rain, and pretty soon the power was out. The only lights left were the lights of the outside street lights, to light Laz's house L.a.z "Isn't this how every horror movie, or horror book begins? An innocent victim is having a nice and wonderful day, the weather is nice, their life is nice. But there was that one thing they did that was bad, oh so bad, but they have forgotten about it. Then they come back to their house alone when they get a phone call. The phone call is from a man with a creepy voice, who knows exactly what the bad thing is that they have done, and knows everything about them for that matter. The weather suddenly changes into a storm, and the man on the phone turns out to be in their house. Then of course the innocent victim is murdered. That exactly what my life is, it is complete horror. Many people would be scared out of their wits if my life was made into a horror movie. But there is one slight problem with the story, I don't die. There is no way for me to die. I have even tried to commit suiside but it doesn't work, so I stopped trying and excepted my purpose. I only bring death, and I only bring pain. There is some one in my match at Genesis who I think knows exaclty how I am feeling. Loki, is the one man who I think can relate to me. Suffering, and only bringing suffering to others. Trying to stop it, only to find that it can't be stopped. Like I said before, I can never die out, and nether can Loki. He has tried to leave, he has tried to leave this world of punishment, starting by leaving wrestling, and the SEE. But his fate brought him back here, his fate brought him back to wreslting, in the new federation of AWC. I am a little bit afraid of this match at Genesis. The only reason I am afraid, is because I will be coming face to face with one of the few men who have so many similiar traits as I do. I will be coming face to face with a man who has been through what I have been through, and a man who is somewhat equally matches as me. So is that saying that I will be coming face to face with me? Will the fight of my life be determined at Genesis when I face a man that is so similiar to my intentions, that you could even call him me? Would this be considered man versus man, or would it be considered man versus self, in conflict wise. This fact of Loki and I being very evenly matched, and having the same intentions, shall make this a match to remember. Besides the fact that it is the match to determine the first ever AWC North Atlantic Champion. This match will also go down in history, as the night when Laz and Loki met themselves in the ring" Laz begins to thrash around but there is not much in his room that he can break. Suddenly the street lights go out also and you can only see Laz whenever the lightning flashes. There is a bunch of loud noises and a lot of boom crashes L.a.z "Why must you taunt me with what I have tried so hard to forget!?" The noises continue and the thunder only adds to the noise. Laz begins to scream in anger and in sadness. There was so many things building up inside of him that he just started screaming. He had to let this furstration out somehow. So he let out a variety of loud screams until his lungs started to become soar and his voice became hoarse L.a.z "I must be the spawn of satin for all of these horrible things to happen to me. I realize that my father is wrong and so I try to stab him in the back by switching sides, but he won't let me. I am bound by a force to all the pain, all the suffering, all the sorrow. I am bound for all eternity, until I become old and gray. I am destined to stain my hands with blood" The noises stop, the screaming stops, and the boom of the thunder stops. The sky is clear and there is no sign that there was ever a storm just a few seconds before. The weather has not failed again, as it now relfects Laz's mood of blankness. There seems to be nothing going on in his head as he just lies on his bed and looks up at the ceiling. The sky is dark but there is nothing but the moon in the light. You can now see Laz from the light from the moon that is shinning in his bedroom window L.a.z "Could it be true that the spirits of our past walk among us? Could it be true that everyone has a guardian angel? If it is, then where is my angel and why hasn't he guarded my soul from the sin and corruption that it holds? Why hasn't he done anything for me? Now he has failed to warn me about this sudden blast from the past. Could it also be true, that my brother, who was reported dead, is still alive? Could it be true that his ghost has come back to haunt me for the terrible things I have done to him? Has he come to disgrace my career in wreslting by starting at this chance to become the first AWC North Atlantic Championship? I guess only time will tell, as I lie here hiding in my bedroom, a place where no evil came harm me. A place that is guarded by the deep black guardians that have seemed to replaced my guardian angels. No, I have no guardian angel. Instead, I have five mean holding long swords and wearing black hooded robes, to protect me. Beneath the robes is a horrible sight that even the dark lord himself can not withstand to look at. With one touch of their hands, you fall victim to me, and these beings are what are going to watch over me durning the match. These beings are what is going to make sure I have the upperhand on Crevan, Loki, Erin Arista, and Braedon Othello Adelle. Even though there are females in this match, they will not be treated as females. They will be treated like the pitiful creatures that were meant to be put to sleep. In the time that I was screaming and trying to vent on my recent happenings, there was a little voice inside my head, telling me something big was about to happen and I would need to accept these hooded beings to get through it. I suspect it might have been one of these beings Im not sure. The big thing that is going to happen might be that I am going to win the AWC North Atlantic Championship, maybe it is that I will lose and recieve a wakeup call to quit wrestling. It could possibly be that I need to be in a division higher, or possible a division lower, if you can get any lower than this. But whatever it may be, I must get through Genesis first. I know, that wether I win or wether I lose, everybodys blood will be on my hands Laz falls into a deep sleep as the sky is now lite with star, reflecting Laz's mood of being happy. Even though Laz might seem joyous on the outside, deep down inside of him, he knows there is more bad things to come, it always happens. There is one more sound before the scene fades, but Laz is sleeping to hard that he can't hear it "RING RING"