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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2014 16:38:37 GMT -6
●OUT OF CHARACTER● Yeah just a little something to get a feeling 
●SONG OF THE MOMENT● Riptide by Vance Joy
●System ERROR or another WTF moment●
by Shawna Martinez
●Life was by no means fair, often enough it would not hand you what you desired. But then again it would never leave you with less than you needed, even if it was not always that good viewable. Shawna knew that. Shawna had felt that more than once. Yet she had never lost faith in life itself, just managed to get rid of several people and habits. And why? How did it ever become necessary to change her personality, that was the big question. And as hard as it may seemed, all changed when meeting Frank Washington. He had his failures, she had her failures. Yet together they seemed to be unbeatable.- able to releigh on each other. And even though they would seperate between their relationship and business, they shared a tight bond. If you had something that worked there was no need to be clingy and all over, seriously. He had not often taken the time to share his past with her, on the other hand she was rather reserved when it came to the previous life of Shawna Martinez. When she got called away this week, not being able to compete at Unstoppable.- she had a bad feeling. Like a heavy stone resting on her chest, she did not wanna leave him alone. Not that he would have needed her company, but things were indeed not going all too well. With Robert Garland digging in the dirt, opening wounds that should have been closed ages ago. But that was the business right? There was always that one person that would put salt in a deep wound, calling for the demons resting in the past. Things would happen while they could and no matter how dark the horizont might looked at this very moment, there was always light. He was her light. She could easily be his.●
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She had only been gone for what? Three days, if at all. And everything seemed different when returning to the States, coming home. While she was kinda surprised about the change of her upcoming Womens Title Match, this for sure was not the first thing on her mind. Frank. Washington. Her boyfriend. It still felt weird to call someone that, after spending many years on your own. Running from a posessive family, that did not agree with your way of living. She would not say those words out loud, but he was her family now. The only person she would turn to, the one she could trust. So why making the effort to fly to Italy for some family emergency. Shawna herself could not answer that, yet blood probably was thicker than water. No matter how much you hated it, facts remain facts. You can run a lifetime and yet never get away from that, that was family. The pest to them and worse if that is possible. Either way when seeing the ungoing battle of her man and that demon of his past she could sense the atmosphere without being part of it. Things were already getting ugly and that was far from the worst, she was certain of that. So when her plane touched ground she was rushing out, trying to be quick when picking up her lugagge. A thousand thoughts rushing through her mind, mostly leading back to him. How did he feel? How deep was Garland cutting him? Getting underneath his skin, shaking up his balance so to say. Questions she would have to direct at him, if finding the right words. When she was already on her way out, one of the Airport Crew was stopping her. Going as far as holding onto her arm, not a good idea.
Airport Staff: ''Lady we would like to check through your lugagge... .''
Shawna Martinez: ''What?''
Airport Staff: ''You come from oversea, we are supposed to check what's in... .''
Shawna Martinez: ''You trying to fuck with me right? Is this country really that paranoid? If i wanted to bomb your asses away i would have done it and if i had drugs in my bag I woul dhave taken them by now... that is just pathetic... .''
Not a clever move, cause after that little outburst several more people would walk up to her leading her to one of the offices. There some strange looking dude would ask several questions while others would go through her stuff. Something Shawna did not appreciate at all, but for the best of it she was going quiet. The girl had a dangerous sort of temper, yet she was better than that. Especially when knowing that Frank was waiting outside, ready to pick her up. The unholy scenario went on for another fifteen minutes, before they would release her. But not without some stupid warning, babbling about national safety and what not. Shawna was mumbling something in Italian, before finally making her Exit. With fast steps she wanted to make her way towards Frank, whom was leaning against some glassdoor near the exit area, which did lead to the parking lot. A little smile appeared on her face, which was the effect her mostly had on her. But just like before, things were getting in the way. This time several mSw fans would get in the way, wanting to take pictures. A sigh escaped her mouth, but then the professional in her would win. She had chosen this life, she would get the job done.
Shawna Martinez: ''Sure. Take your pictures... I am just in some sort of a hurry folks.''
Her fans were sweet, well most of them. After all of them having their chance with her, they would just walk on.- so she could finally walk on. A moment later she had reached him, being able to look into his dark eyes. Frank would give her a gentle smile, but something seemed odd about this. After sharing a hug and a few kisses Shawna stepped back, taking a closer look at his face. There were dark shadows underneath his eyes, like he had not slept rather well the past few days. Which probably was the case, after all a lot of things were going on. Personal things. He would take her bag, before grabbing her hand.- leaving the aiport.
Frank Washington: ''Glad to have you back.''
Shawna Martinez: ''I am glad to be back home, Italy is so different. Only bright side, the food is way better... .''
Frank Washington: ''I bet. I assume you seen the last show... .''
Shawna Martinez: ''Yeah. Not sure if I understand all of it though, I mean it seems like I do not know all I should honey.''
He would stop right before their car, looking at her in a rather intensive way. Frank was hardly ever troubled, not like that. He was a normal guy, often enough joking. Making her laugh so hard that she had to cry. That was the main reason she fell in love with him, but that man did literally not exist in that very moment. Without a verbal response Frank would open the trunk, putting her stuff inside. His blonde bombshell stood there, not sure how to handle the situation. It was not the behaviour she was used to, which made her feel uneasy. But then again what did she expect? She was not the most emotional person, but when it came to him she had a different view of things. Her hand was finding his once again, squeezing it lightly.
Shawna Martinez: ''You know that i hate being in the dark, so no matter how clichè that sounds to you.- I wanna be involved. Let's find a place to eat and you can tell me what you wanna tell me, not going to force you. But you are not alone in this Frank, it is your war.- well someone made it your war. But i am always right behind you, your second commander if you want so. Common.''
This time she would not wait for his answer, instead she took her seat in the passenger's seat.- waiting for him to join her.
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Post by Frank Washington on Apr 26, 2014 2:32:20 GMT -6
Later on we can see Frank Washington and Shawna Martinez sitting at table inside an Italian restaurant waiting for their food. Frank had remained mostly silent during the car ride with his rivalry with Robert Garland weighing heavily on his mind, especially after Unstoppable several nights prior. The demons of his past were finally getting to him as he can be seen looking away towards the ground, not unlike a man awaiting his turn at the gallows to meet his maker. Gone was his usual confidence in its place creeping doubt took hold almost as if he was questioning himself. Did he really turn his life around or was he really just lying to himself this whole time? Is he really the person he says he is or will his past define him? Such is the inner turmoil of a man at war with himself.
Finally Shawna decided to break the silence not used to seeing Frank in this condition.
Shawna Martinez: So I saw what happened on Unstoppable between you and Garland. What does he mean? I’m trying to make sense of all of this and I can only do so much while being left in the dark.
Frank looked back across the table from Shawna as she wore a look of concern.
Shawna Martinez: If you don’t want to talk about it that’s fine but it might help to let some of it out.
Frank lets out a heavy sigh running his hands through his hair trying to regain his composure. He knew he couldn’t run from his past any longer, not after Garland aired their dirty laundry for the world to see. Finally he broke his silence, shaking his head.
Frank Washington: I don’t know where to begin.
He pauses momentarily as his mind races of events passed long ago.
Frank Washington: I got to be honest, everything Garland said several nights ago… was true. It all started back in 2010 in New York. His tag team partner for a match skipped out of town and left him with his back against the wall so he gave me a call seeing if I’d be willing to make an appearance to help him out. We worked together before; we were even friends at one point as hard as that is to believe so I told him I would. So we won the match… and then I attacked him.
Frank takes a drink from the glass of water sitting at the table as Shawna listens on intently.
Frank Washington: If I knew the bad blood between myself and Garland would run this deep I would’ve stayed home. I would’ve offered him my condolences and wished him well in his handicap match. To think the moment that got me back into this business would cause so much harm...
He shook his head as a sense of regret was very clear on his face.
Frank Washington: Before that fateful day I was out of wrestling for two years. Had a business venture in wrestling before then and after a year it went belly up, I had to close up shop to prevent myself from taking a greater hit financially. Thankfully I was always smart with the money I made in wrestling and the various appearances I made so I wasn’t exactly in the poor house. But I was burned out, I needed time away, I even seriously considered retirement at one point to take up a desk job in the Silicon Valley. I can’t explain it but when I got that phone call it’s like everything changed, I saw doors opening left and right… I saw an opportunity to break fresh ground into wrestling once again. It was like I never left… I never realized how much I truly missed it until I walked down that aisle again inside a packed arena.
A wry smile forms on his face as he nodded a few times to himself.
Frank Washington: I let my greed get the better of me. I walked this path once before; cutting everyone down in my path in my pursuit to be one of the best damn professional wrestlers to ever lace up a pair of boots – but I never took it to this extreme. You know what they say about falling back into your old bad habits? It got personal Shawna; we kept raising the stakes as the months went by. It spilled into public even; we both got arrested for fighting in a Wal-Mart before a PPV.
Frank goes to take another drink from his glass of water to take a moment’s pause.
TBC by Shawna
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2014 7:46:51 GMT -6
●OUT OF CHARACTER● Hope you can work with that Kyle, did not make it upper long
●SONG OF THE MOMENT● Howl by Florence and the Machine
●System ERROR or another WTF moment●
by Shawna Martinez
●Hmm. It was safe to say that she had planned a different welcome back dinner, but then again hardly anything ever worked out the way it was planned. Which was one of the main reasons why she was prepared for the worst and happy about the least. On her way back inside the plane Shawna already went through all different scenarios, this was only one of them. While spending some days in Italy, she had been worried. Being on the phone daily, she felt that something inside of Frank was building up. Something that bothered him more than he was able to express with words, but she knew it. Why? Not only cause they were a couple, more like she had been there often enough. Doubting whatever decisions she had made to get to that point in her life, cursing herself back and forth. He had done bad things, so had she. He overstepped moral lines, she had forgotten about them. The fact of the matter was, she knew he had a past. She knew bits and pieces about his career, but what she did not realize till that very moment were two things. Frank Washington was a true Warrior. And above that, Frank Washington was a better man than he thought.●
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For several moments, neither of them said as much as a word. Not cause there was nothing to say, there were too many things. Shawna was looking at him with her huge blue eyes, trying to pick her words. He maybe had expected her to be shocked or disgusted, but when he looked back at her.- nothing like that was shown to him. There sat the same young blonde woman, the one he fell in love with. The one that had her secrets, just as much as he did. But on top of all that, she was giving him a gentle smile. The subject was delicate and he probably would have been cut off by such a reaction, if it wasn't coming from her. As there was nothing but hate or pity in that look.
Shawna Martinez: ''A Wal- Mart Brawl? Seriously?''
He spared them both of a verbal response, instead nodded his head did sip from his drink. It took no longer than that till he heard the soprano like laughter from across the table, she was highly amused.
Shawna Martinez: ''If it wasn't for you thinking your soul is in danger, that would be one hell of a story... .''
It took a few more moments before she had herself under control, cause the last thing she wanted.- was giving him the wrong signals. She took all of this very serious, but picturing that in her mind, was simply hilarious.
Frank Washington: ''Glad I can amuse you Shawna... .''
Shawna Martinez: ''Oh darling, if you only knew. But we are drifting off, i assume you told me that not only cause I asked. But it seemed necessary for you to get it out. Robert Garland, right? To my own shame I have to say, I did not pay all too much attention to the guy.- till last Unstoppable. But you do realize that this never happened out of not being interested, it was like a silent deal you and me had. Business is Business. Life is Life. But somehow i think that those lines do not exist anymore, which is not the worst thing that can happen. You have probably not realized it till now Frank, but you need me.''
Frank Washington: ''But you know I do.''
Once again she would lightly giggle, when the waitress was bringing food at their table. Not that either of them was really hungry, but that was what you did when going into a restaurant. Right.
Shawna Martinez: ''You did not get my point. We have a solid base when it comes to our private life, but it seems like our career is shaking up lightly. Not by our hands, but some people have the tendency to dig very deep. Call it blind fate or call it part of my charme, but I do believe in you. For many years people have tried to tell me what I was doing wrong, lectured me about my behaviour. Seriously if you think you have any idea about cruelity, we only just get started here. I have been breaking people, messed with their heads. Even set their lockerrooms on fire, but that is another story for another day. What I try to say is this, you have done awful things. And what? We all have and yet I can assure you nothing is ever as bad that it can't be forgiven. But when i look at the dynamics of you and Garland, this is not going to happen anytime soon.''
She took a small pause, only to let her words sink. Frank was clever and on a normal day he confident and yeah even full of humour, but this was no normal day. His look was still off, concerned and broken.
Shawna Martinez: ''And why? Cause that is the human nature, when we get hurt by someone.- we do not just get over. We go about it back and forth, till either does give in. But you said it yourself Frank, he has done awful things aswell. But did i see you running down to the ring and babble about it, not really. Which shows me and i say that without being biased, that you are the better man. At a certain you gotta move on, live your life. I do not see Robert doing that, for whatever reason he is still holding on to the past. Maybe life was better then, maybe he does not even want it to be better. Cause that is the funny thing about holding a grudge, some people like it. Cause as soon as they forgive, they can never pick it up again.''
Shawna was reaching over the table, where his hand was resting. In her typical manner she was locking her fingers with his, squeezing only very gentle. Her voice was not more than a whisper when she spoke again, loud enough though for him to hear her.
Shawna Martinez: ''I know what you just told me is not covering the whole story, and in a moment i let you go on. But first there is something burning inside my chest, which has been there ever since Unstoppable went on air. I am not sure if you ever heard of it, but I think it is rather fitting in your case. It is not our past that does define us, it is our way of living the future. And that is how i see it. If you wouldn't have done all those things, you wouldn't be the man you are today. I know on a professional level that does not help you much, as the guy is literally fucking with your reputation. But then again who cares about having a clean reputation? I advice you with this, when the demons come back at your door.- invite them in. And when you have them as close as they can get, slay them. That is the only chance you got and I hate being the person that brings that to you, but Robert Garland is nothing more than a demon of the past.''
While her words were not all that friendly, her face was. That was Shawna Martinez. The unknown Variable in this ungoing battle. So far she would not let go of his hand, while both their food was going cold. She wanted to break through his shell of feeling bad about what was going, letting out what ever was necessary. This was his war, past or future.
tbc by FRANK WASHINGTON
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Post by Frank Washington on Apr 30, 2014 2:28:31 GMT -6
“If you wouldn't have done all those things, you wouldn't be the man you are today.”
Those words rang inside his head like the toll of a bell over and over again. Frank knew Shawna was trying to help yet those words haunted him more than she realized. It was a part of his past he’s certainly not proud of, actions he wish he could take back a thousand times over. The bad blood ran much thicker than a Wal-Mart brawl or turning your back on someone after a tag team match has finished leaving him to the wolves so to speak. Frank looks down almost looking as if he was hit by a diesel truck as a cynical smile slowly forms on his face.
Frank Washington: You’ve only scratched the surface…
He doesn’t look up at all as he speaks, not even glancing up to catch Shawna’s reactions. Regret and shame was written all over his face as he continued.
Frank Washington: At that PPV he cost me my championship, a belt I elevated straight back to the top with all the challengers I repelled. He choked the very life out of me and denied me the chance to continue my reign. So I waited for the match to end – I bided my time on the outside until he too ultimately failed. I knocked him out with a rag full of chloroform; in essence I kidnapped him Shawna. Tied him up to a chair and left him in a basement after I tormented him further.
Frank pauses and he looks down at his free hand for a few moments trembling. It’s almost as if he was in a flashback as he remembered the event vividly, almost as if he saw his hand covered in the blood spilled in this rivalry both figuratively and literally.
Frank Washington: I went so far as to use his own mother’s death years prior just to get into his head. I made him doubt himself; I shook him to his very core and for what? For what?!
He raised his voice a little as he gripped his free hand tightly into a fist staring at it. If one could catch a reflection off his glass of water one could see a very grim and dark expression in his eyes as emotions he had held in for years finally came through the surface.
Frank Washington: Because he cost me at the time what mattered most to me? Because he managed to get the ultimate “one up” over me even if we both lost the match? It tore me apart Shawna.
His last statement was peppered in a very bitter tone as he sneered.
Frank Washington: I kidnapped him over a damn championship loss! Maybe it was my damn obsession to be the very best, maybe I let me sense of ambition cloud my judgment and reasoning but I didn’t want to get mad – I wanted to get even and I didn’t give a damn what the cost was! Back then if I could’ve sold my very soul to the devil himself to obtain the very accolades, the fame and riches my heart desired I wouldn’t have even blinked. I would’ve looked the devil in the eye and asked him where do I sign? That’s how badly I wanted to be the best, I didn’t care who I cut down and threw under the bus; as long as I looked out for Number One and my own bottom line, my own career I was content.
He was never seen again in New York working for that promotion. I know he managed to find his own way out; he had to since a few years later he ended up in prison.
His expression softened as he released a heavy sigh worried that he might’ve just blown it with Shawna on top of everything else going wrong lately. He’ll take a sip of his water before finally looking up looking like a war weary veteran from a long war.
Frank Washington: I ruined his life, Shawna. He was never the same after that moment; I drove him to the very pits of despair all to further pursue my very selfish ambitions.
TBC by Shawna
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2014 8:31:13 GMT -6
●OUT OF CHARACTER● There you go
●SONG OF THE MOMENT● Get Home by Bastille
●System ERROR or How the World will end in darkness●
by Shawna Martinez
●An unknown feeling was spreading inside her, something she had felt ever before. At least not towards Frank Washington, which was the only reason that she could not recognize it straight away. Pity. Not for his current situation, cause life was like that. More about all those times where he carried this so called burden, alone. He was not someone that would just openly speak about his demons, so in many ways she felt honoured. Their relationship meant something, to both of them. Plus instead of giving Robert Garland the chance to throw informations towards her, Frank was man enough to do that himself. No matter how much more there was left to tell, she was ready. If not her, who then? Deep inside her heart she knew that nothing could part them, unless Death itself would crawl up their bodies. The only problem was, she knew all that.- but did he too? Currently he seemed beaten, broken and somehow far gone. While she would have held him up as this perfect creature for the past months, she was now willing to overthink that. He had his flaws, they both did. Locked. Hidden in the shadows. Till someone asked the right questions.●
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What to say? What to do? Getting up and leaving, never looking back. No. That was not going to happen, she was not that person. He willingly let her see that side that he considered his past, letting his demons come out to play. For whatever reason Shawna did admire that, more than he probably did realize. Not that she enjoyed hearing it, or got a kick out of it.- but the truth was supposed to hurt. At points. For the past minutes she had not even noticed the people around them, the whole world had darkened up. Her full attention was set on him, like mostly. When he ended his talking, there was silence between them. His dark eyes looking for the slightest bit of response, looking at that pretty face he knew so well. But nothing happened. Or better said there was no chance for a response, as some waiter appeared at their table. Shawna was the first one to give some attention, while her fingers were still locked with Frank's.
Shawna Martinez: ''Yeah?''
Waiter: ''I wondered if I can bring you anything else... drinks maybe... .''
Frank Washington: ''No we are good.''
His voice was different. Dark and at the same time very thin, like he had troubles finding the right words. Before the waiter could turn around though, Shawna held onto his arm.
Shawna Martinez: ''What he meant to say was, bring us a bottle of Amaretto and two shot glasses... .''
The waiter would nod before removing his presence from their table, leaving Frank to look at her somehow puzzled. Shawna was quick to shoot him a smile, rubbing his hand for a moment.
Frank Washington: ''I thought you do not drink... .''
Shawna Martinez: ''Correction, I do not drink often. Neither do you. But a talk like that is nothing you have over a glass of water, darling. If my father taught me one thing, you do things with style.''
One more time she was interrupted as the man returned, putting the required things on the table. Shawna was quick to fill the glasses, putting one in front of Frank. He looked at it, before looking back at her. For whatever it was worth, they would empty both their shots. It was a wonderful mixture of sweetness and needed burning aftertaste. Much to his surprise Shawna filled up again, but not touching it just yet. Instead she would lean back on her stool, looking at him in an intensive manner.
Shawna Martinez: ''While i do understand that you do not wanna be that person, I do not get what makes you feel that way. On a professional base of course, cause you can try to throw me under a bus.- we will see who wins that one. Nah. That was bad of me to say, I am sorry.- you do realize that all I ever wanted was for you to be alright. I am your support, no matter what decision you make. But first you gotta realize something Frank... .''
For a moment she would pause, leaning forward right across the table. Her warm breath was hitting his face, inviting and well known.
Shawna Martinez: ''... you do not need the devil to get what you want. It is actually that way, the devil does not help those that can overpower you. I know you might not understand what i try to say, but you will. You have fucked up Garland's life? How? Cause you have made his career difficult? Cause you have challenged him on every level possible? How is that a bad thing? Of course you have done bad things, lets say disgusting things.- but that was not the end of his so called career.''
Frank Washington: ''I ruined his life... .''
Shawna Martinez: ''Shit you did. You complicated things, but as you said he did end up in prision.- i doubt you were the one putting him there. Do not get me wrong, I have learnt from the best when it comes to fucking up things. My father. Then my mentor. I see what you trying to do, you wanna cripple yourself about something that is in the past. Maybe i got some sort of a Messiah Complex, but this is not going to happen Frank. Not while I am at your side. I do take you serious, so your problems are mine. That is what a relationship is about, no burden can ever be too heavy for two to carry. And then i got some more news for you... .''
She would raise her glass towards him, waiting for him to do the same.- which he did. This time the burning effect did not set in, instead it was just a warm feeling spreading inside her body. At points you did not drink to get drunk, this was one of those moments. It was just that little push he probably needed to get it out of his system.
Shawna Martinez: ''... there is nothing wrong with always wanting to be the best... .''
Frank Washington: ''But how can that be the most important thing... .''
Shawna Martinez: ''Okay stop it, seriously. You did not kill the man, you just took a shit in his cereal's really. It is not like you went to heaven and kidnapped an angel, cutting off his precious wings. Seriously. It is not like you have taken someone innocent and ruined the person for a lifetime. For what i hear out of your story he has done horrible things too, he has fucked up just as much. So why don't we go there? Why not pointing fingers at Robert Garland and ask what he did? Did he mention that? Cause last time i checked it takes two sides to have war, he is guilty as much as you are. But with one difference my darling, you moved on. You learnt your so called lesson. And on top of that, you are not that person anymore. I do not know how much it means to you, but I have seen the depths of hell.- and your face i have never seen there.''
There it was again, this talk about hell. Shawna had been brought up in a religious way, yet she never was too much of a fan when it came to the church and its politics. Her face was perfectly still when she looked at him, sure there was still more to come. Frank had been fighting back and forth, trying to forget about this aspect of his personality. Yet for Shawna's taste he was still too calm, which told her this was not the end. WHile he was a laid back person in general, there was another person inside of him. A flavour of his personality that yet was locked. But for how much longer?
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Post by Frank Washington on May 5, 2014 4:32:51 GMT -6
He smiles in a cynical manner as he shook his head. Frank couldn’t Shawna hasn’t gotten up and walked away. He was confessing to all the pain and suffering he inflicted on a man he at one time called his friend and it was being compared to “taking a shit in his cereal”. If he wasn’t so stricken with grief he’d probably be laughing at that remark. His smile fades quickly however as he looks down at the table once more.
Frank Washington: Do you think he’d honestly be in prison if it weren’t for me? It’s because of me he hit rock bottom and burned his dojo to the ground. I got too deep inside his mind Shawna… I went too far.
Frank remains silent for a few moments as he releases a heavy sigh. Just thinking about the Walton Correctional Facility made him sick to his stomach. The place was steaming of corruption, everyone from the Warden to the janitor were all crooked in one form or another; you’d be hard pressed to find an honest soul under the payroll. In 2012 he was sitting comfortably in retirement when he got that fateful call that not only brought him back to professional wrestling but closer to his rival than he’d ever been. As the events kept racing through his mind he clutches his stomach with his free arm wincing as if he was ready to lose lunch before he even had it.
Shawna Martinez: Is everything ok? You don’t look so well.
You could see the concern written in her face as clear as day however Frank was too absorbed in his own thoughts to even look up. It’s as if his inner demons delivered a sucker punch to his stomach as he struggles to not throw up on the spot. Finally Frank manages to regain enough of his composure to keep his fluids inside his stomach and not the dining table.
Frank Washington: Am I ok? You torture a man in a prison cell and you tell me if you’re ok.
He sneered almost as if he was poking fun at his own misery as his voice seemed to be dripping in anger and self-contempt.
Frank Washington: Several years later I got a call from Louisiana from Walt Wisdom. He ran the Walton Correctional Facility and he was looking for a man with my “qualifications” to work as a member of prison security. Told him I wasn’t interested, I wasn’t looking to get in that line of work. But he insisted, he kept calling my phone and sending me text messages claiming he had an offer I couldn’t refuse. So I decided to humor him like one might a telemarketer before blaring an air horn into the speaker, that’s when everything changed Shawna. He told me was very familiar with my line of work and that he had an inmate by the name of Robert Garland. Turns out he was under a “work release” program that allowed him to continue working wrestling events to earn a little extra money for the prison so long as he was escorted by two prison security guards at all times and I’d be the perfect man for the job. I should’ve hung up on him there, hell I should’ve reported him to the federal authorities for the gross abuse of power he wielded in that prison system… but I took the job.
He cringes as he begins to feel nauseated again as he quickly reaches for the glass of water. The water did little to calm his stomach as he took several big gulps from the glass. Guilt was a powerful emotion, strong enough to cause otherwise healthy people considerable discomfort. There was no hiding the amount of guilt that one could see in his eyes and his face; he might as well have committed war crimes from the expression he wore.
Frank Washington: And I “motivated” him Shawna, I “motivated” him to my heart’s content. From that point on I went with him to every single event, every single match. On a mere whim I could pull out a remote to send the electric dog collar around his neck sizzling faster that a bug lantern in the middle of July. I used it repeatedly… over and over again. Whenever I thought he wasn’t quite doing well enough, appeared to be getting aggressive with me or one of the officers… or if just fucking felt like it… I shocked the hell out of him. He’d be in solitary confinement and I’d shock him with the collar just because I could. He couldn’t do a damn thing about it and ole’ “Boss Warden” openly encouraged it when I met with him in his office. He wanted to turn him into a broken, bitter, angry animal hell bent on destruction… to strip the very humanity away from him all in the name of the almighty dollar. When Badger was winning he was making him a lot of money, and when he became a champion all the perks were going straight to the wallet of Walton Wisdom. I tortured him just to get inside his head even more, like I was punishing him repeatedly for a match that happened years ago and the fact that I was on the outside made me feel invincible.
He grits his teeth as he slams his fist on the table out of frustration.
Frank Washington: Don’t you see?! Everything he’s said about me was true! I was a very evil man, warped by my own greed and envy until I didn’t even recognize myself in the mirror anymore.
His fist relaxes a little as he closes his eyes in deep reflection.
Frank Washington: Maybe I still am Shawna. Maybe I’ve been lying to myself these past few years trying to escape my past. I hoped I’d never have to face these demons… I hoped that they’d quietly drift away but the harsh reality is that we all pay the price for our sins in the end. This isn’t going to end until one of us is carried out of the arena in a body bag because if we do go through with this match it’s going to be an all-out war. As much as I don’t want to reopen those wounds from long ago, for either of us… I have no choice but to defend myself.
He looks up at Shawna, opening his eyes with a great look of concern.
Frank Washington: Even if I said no and walked away from MSW immediately he wouldn’t stop until he gets what he wants. He’d go after someone else to prove his point like Alex Smith… or you. The man has fought in enough hardcore environments to make hardened criminals shit their pants… he shows absolutely no mercy. I had no choice but to agree to the match…
TBC By Shawna
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2014 15:22:07 GMT -6
●OUT OF CHARACTER● AS I MENTIONED VIA SKYPE LOST THE FIRST VERSION, GRR. THIS ONE IS SHORTER SORRY
●SONG OF THE MOMENT● FUCK YOU by CEE LO GREEN
●system.ERROR●
by Shawna Martinez
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She looked at him. Which was something she did all too often, creepy thing to mention.- even when he slept. Whenever her eyes would look at him, she realized they were so different. But somehow they were exactly what the other person did need. Like two damaged souls finding together, bonding. She had bottled up her past, never finding the right moment to mention what was the mystery behind the woman. But with him opening up like that, she finally found the confidence to do exactly that. Looking at their still locked fingers, she was certain this was the right move.
Shawna Martinez: ''You know I love you right?''
Frank Washington: ''I love you too... .''
Shawna Martinez: ''Then we can be honest with each other, no matter what comes. Cause i feel lightly uneasy with the situation, not the way you do but still. I am in no way scared of Robert Garland, just to make that sure. Not cause i doubt his hate or hardcore abilities, not that. But I have seen man and how desperate they get when they hold on to grief. So do not worry about that babe, cause there is something else that is way more important right now. You. And the hate you place on yourself, which is not completly wrong.- but not a hundret percent right either. I will tell you something I should have done ages ago and maybe in the end you will be the one turning away. Leaving me behind, taking notice of who I really am.''
She was taking a little break, only to collect her words carefully. Like always, she was never speaking without having a reason.
Shawna Martinez: ''You do realize that I never speak about my family, not even when you ask. It is like i am an orphan and no one ever was there to shelter me. Do not get me wrong, my life is good. Now. But it was not always that way. My mother died when i was still very young, mostly cause my father shoot her right in the head while i was standing right next to him... .''
Bummer. The look on his face was hard to read. Concern. Shock. Maybe even some pity, but she did not have time to concentrate on that. Not now.
Frank Washington: ''I did not know, was that why you went home.. .''
Shawna Martinez: ''Exactly. And i never planned on telling, but desperate times and such. He is very sick, wished to see me.- handing over the so called family business. I wouldn't be here of course when i would agree, instead i was spitting in his face. I have been running from him before, this time the difference is that he can't chase me. When people speak about Mafia, they really have no idea. It is just cliche filled and what you see in the movies, i tell you that. If you grow up in a MOB it is nothing like that, it can't be. He killed her for even thinking she could have any right to decide things, wanting to take me away. His only child. His only hope. Being the Don of a very large group of people, i was born to become his right hand. So you can say that she died for me, cause of me. I do not know how i could stay sane with that on my mind, but somehow i managed to get through this. Well sane is a funny word don't you think. I grew up being a killer, learning how to torture people. And that is what I did Frank, much to my shame i gotta admit.- there was a time when i liked it. Felt strong. Felt like nothing could hurt me. I erased man, took them away from their families. So Robert Garland and his sad life does not shock me all too much. What does shock me though is that you do not take one moment to really look back.''
He would look at her confused once again, what was she on about. He was in the middle of laying it all in front of her, trying to get it all together.
Shawna Martinez: ''You are horrible at seeing yourself, seriously. Whenever i look at you i see a man, someone that can live up to his reputation. No one does care about your past, no one but you. And of course Garland who seems to keep locked in that cage, not your fault though. I do not take your self hate away, i am just going to mix it with something. Love. Devotion. Trust. Cause that is what I feel when i look at you, and you seem to feel the way. Maybe we are fucked up, maybe we are damned. But then again who is there to tell you about it? Did anyone say to Robert Garland, Hey fellah go and ruin the life of Washington? Give him back whatever shit he has put on you. I doubt it. So that means he is not better, maybe even worse.''
Frank Washington: ''He is in no way like me... .''
Shawna Martinez: ''True. He is below you in every way possible. If he was a good man, he would realize you have changed. He would understand that life has done its duty on you, that you suffer on a daily base. But that is not going to happen, cause he is a man of grief. And to just tell you my opinion, life is not filled with rainbow pooping horses and a pot of gold at the end of the.. well whatever. I give you three things you should always remember Frank, no matter what happens. Number one, I will always be honest with you. Number two, I love you no matter if good or bad. And Number three is pretty easy, there are things you cant avoid. Garland maybe brought out the worst in you, but you gotta have faith that there are people that can bring out the best. I would consider myself as one of those people Frank. If that means i gotta kick your ass here and now, I will do it.''
She would gently smile at him, for the first time leting go of his hand. He saw that there was some water in her eyes, mostly from remembering those things that she thought forgotten for so long. She was not made of stone, but then again he knew that. When Shawna raised her voice again, it was sounding so different. Rough and serious.
Shawna Martinez: ''You have not mentioned with one word what he has done to you in return, maybe cause you are too busy thinking you are the worst person in the world. In your heart you know that is not true and even he knows that. He will put whatever dirt on you, cause he has to. Maybe you do not believe in things like karma but I do, and how it will always fuck you over in the end. This match was planned by destiny itself, which means no matter how much you try to see yourself as the Bad Guy.- you are not. You are a man that made mistakes, yet you are an honest man. I am a woman that has been a deathbringer, but I am still able to look in the mirror. Why? Cause i did accept that we are not born complete, it is our mistakes that do define us. If i have to repeat myself a hundret times, that is fine with me Frank. You are my man, but I am also known for not keeping up with bullshit. If i would have found you guilty, I would have told you. If this is war, you gotta face your foes. And if you are scared of losing your way again, be aware that i will always push you back on track. Always.''
Her face was still serious, but her body had softened up again. She was trying to make him understand something, that was all too obvious yet he could not see. At points you had to do, what you had to do. Robert Garland knew that, so Frank had to realize it too. The devil was never sleeping and he knew that the moment she opened the box of pandora, revealing her well hidden secret. She had tortured. She had sinned. And at the end of the day she had killed, more than once.
TBC by Frank Washington
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Post by Frank Washington on May 5, 2014 18:57:18 GMT -6
He sat there for a moment not knowing quite what to think. It’s true that most people have done things they’ve regretted but he found the mob stuff a little hard to believe at first. Maybe she was just trying to make him feel better, that no matter how bad he was people lived with worse… but he also knew Shawna wasn’t one for long tales. Then again there have been long been stories and rumors of professional athletes having criminal affiliations for years and several of them more or less confirmed with the murder charges and subsequent gang affiliation of Aaron Hernandez and professional wrestler MVP was a part of a street gang before serving a 9 and a half year prison sentence. Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction and misery loves company and to suddenly push her away after revealing his own misdeeds would be beyond hypocritical.
After a few moments of silence the waiter returns with the bottle of Amaretto and two shot glasses.
Waiter: Can I get you two anything else?
Frank Washington: No, we’re fine for now until the meal arrives. Thank you.
The Waiter walks away as Frank unscrews the cap on the Amaretto and pours it into the two shot glasses, sliding one over to Shawna. He stares at his own shot glass reflectively as he sighs.
Frank Washington: Robert Garland is no saint himself, in large part because of me. We spilled each other’s blood throughout the years as our paths appeared to be intertwined. At one time he was a beloved hero by the fans for his tenacity and heart, he was a Hardcore Icon but I took that away from him. The Robert Garland that stepped foot in Missouri isn’t the same man that stepped foot in New York all those years ago, I’m the reason he’s the man he is today. Maybe it’s because of the months we’ve spent together and time traveling on the road together but you hold me in too high of regard. There’s no excuse for my actions; all I can give was my misguided reasoning at the time.
He manages a weak smile as he looks across the table.
Frank Washington: Still… I appreciate the support. I’d be a hypocrite to disown you for your past after divulging mine. I’m sorry that you had to witness the death of your own mother and live the life you did growing up, nobody has a choice of what they’re born into but you don’t have to let that define you. You’ve stepped away from that life and as long as the FBI doesn’t investigate me for being associated with you I don’t think we’ll have any problems.
Frank chuckled trying to lighten the mood however his laughter was short lived; it didn’t change the gravity of the situation. His gaze was both serious and that of concern having heard of Shawna’s past.
Frank Washington: You got out of that situation; you’re no longer bound to it. Your past may very well catch up to you in due time but you have to live for today.
Frank reaches over for the glass of water over the shot of alcohol looking to finish the water first as he raises his glass to his lips. After taking the last few drinks he could from the glass he set it back on the table
Frank Washington: But you were right about one thing Shawna, I can’t run from it anymore. For better or worse I have to confront it head on. I only ask that you don’t get involved, I don’t care if he decides to wrap barbed wire around my neck and drags me up that ramp or whatever else happens to run through his sick and twisted mind. This isn’t your war to fight and I don’t want to see anyone else get dragged into this than needed. I’ll deal with Travis Rech if he gets involved; he’s just as guilty if you ask me manipulating Garland behind the scenes. He strokes that anger and hostility because he sees money in our fight, even if he is a good friend of his he became very, very rich because of him. Just promise me you won’t get involved, that’s all I ask.TBC by Shawna
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2014 13:56:24 GMT -6
●OUT OF CHARACTER● Here is the reply well things are getting rather interesting
●SONG OF THE MOMENT● Wipe the Tears by Machinehead
●system.ERROR●
by Shawna Martinez
●In just one night your whole life could change, ask Frank Washington about it. When his girlfriend would finally open up about her past, it did sound so un- realistic that he had to swallow most of his questions. But then again he knew her better than any other man, so no matter what she told him.- it was true. The girl was not known for making up stuff, especially not when it came to such important things. It was one of her best features, or some would say a weakness. At points being a honest person did not serve you well, people did not want to hear the truth. In the world we lived in, they rather wanted things to be sugarcoated.- it was necessary. Why? So they felt safe. So nothing could ever happen to their fluffy and pure bubble, well too bad. Peace did not come to those that deserved it, it only appeared available to those that had the will to fight for it. But this odd couple was far away from that, it was time to enter tha battle. Each their own and yet it was all the same. The story was always the same, betrayal, hurt feelings and epic egos. Both had to turn away from hate to make sure things worked out. Easy. Well maybe.●
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They both were awful when it came to drinking, lame even. Neither of them could survive a real night out, so it was just fitting that they disliked the party life. But tonight was something different, the Amaretto did still burn. It was still too sweet, but they would more than likeley empty the bottle either way. It was Shawna's turn to speak up again, but for not she was too consumed by the aftertase of the liquor and his pleading voice. She had never heard anything like that from him, as he was well aware of her being able to stand her ground. So the worry in his head maybe was something to take serious, if she only could. Her blue eyes were focused on him, trying to look behind this look. Willing to pay up for his thoughts.
Shawna Martinez: ''You know Frank, I really wish it was that easy... .''
Frank Washington: ''We both do Shawna... .''
Shawna Martinez: ''No. You got me wrong love, or at least i think so. The moment he appeared to throw all that shit at you, i became involved. Cause this is not only a career thing, it has to do with our personal life too. He stayed away from the subject, but i expect it to come. You do realize that this match can very well just be the beginning, i have a weird feeling about it. Just look at it this way, you win. He will not be satisfied with it, he will find words for you again. Like how you screwed him out of the win, he seems like that kind of person... .''
He looked at her, for a moment nodding his head. She had a point there, when someone was hating you this much.- they would not accept a loss. Especially not when it was personal like that, the question was what other choice did he have? Lose on purpose, not going to happen. He was Frank Washington and this was mSw in the end.
Frank Washington: ''What you expect me to do then Shawna. I can't just let it go down, you said it yourself. It is time to forget about the hate, and defend myself.''
Shawna Martinez: ''And i meant exactly that, there are still two other options. He wins. He will be on a high, and still try to make your life a miserable hell. Trying to destroy every good thing you have, including your private life. Why? Cause people like Robert Garland are hardly satisfied, he will still envy you for the past good years you had. So in that way nothing will really change, apart from him thinking that he owns your ass. Which leads us to the third option babe, which is the one i see least happening. Either of you wins and you shake hands. Putting this fued to the grave, moving on as grown man. Do not get me wrong, i would love to see that.- but this is Wrestling. It is not Tennis or Football, where you kick your opponent and afterwards have a beer together. Often enough people can't stand the sight of each other, so you comparing this to a war was not all that wrong. So what does that leave you with?''
Shawna was taking a break, filling both their glasses again. She was smart, he was quite aware of that. But so far they never did take the time to analyze each others matches, or speak about the ungoing business.
Shawna Martinez: ''When i look at you, i know you can take him. Not cause i am biased, simply cause i know what you are capable of. Plus you are like the trapped animal currently, ready to jump at any time. It does not matter if he brings his manager, cause if you have to.- you will take him down to hell with you. But this is where I come in, or where i probably come in. I do not want you to be so far gone that something inside you cracks open, losing that sanity. You are worried for me, which is more than just sweet. I would be saying the same if it was for you, cause that is what you do when you love someone. You ask me to stay away fro your match, cause you are scared i get hurt. Or that i am maybe dragged between Garland and you, which is something i would see him doing. But that would leave you with the problem called Travis Rech, someone that can be as dangerous as toxic. And while you would not wanna go down that way, i will not say the same for Garland.''
Frank Washington: ''I could not concentrate if you were out there Shawna, or if i had to fear for you... .''
Shawna Martinez: ''You do realize that you can not control everything right? Even if i stayed away he could think of something, we both know it. But that is not my point, it will always be your decision. Don't you t hink there were hundret of times when i wanted to ask you to walk to that ring with me? Not cause i need protection, simply cause i love performaning in front of you. So i do not say take me down there with you, but I am up for it. If you want the numbers game to die, i will be your right hand. I will keep my eyes open making sure that Mister Rech stays in line, it is the least i can do. It has nothing to do with my past darling, but you have seen me in the ring. You have seen me in the gym, if anyone can give you the right nudge to focus.- it is me. But i am not someone that forces myself on you, i am just letting you see the options.''
Her tone was easy, but the message she delivered was not. Shawna was willing to put herself in danger, the kind of danger he saw.- but she did not. Robert Garland was somewhere really dark, not like he wanted to leave that place. She did not have any doubt that he would break her if it was necessary, but then again she was not scared. She knew how to treat such creatures, with cruelity and violence. If it was for Frank she was not stopping at anything, so if anyone had thought that an angry man meant danger.- try to figure an upset femal.
tbc by FRANK WASHINGTON
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