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Chain Reaction #3: Battle Royal

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Last Chance at the Emerald City Championship:

2 rp limit per handler, no rebuttal posts.

Mary Lynn Mayweather vs. Stephen Waltz vs. Scott Douglas vs. Dusty Rodgers
 

BWade

Grandma Took Me Home
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No Place Like Home, Part VI (Make It A Double)

The International Wrestling Federation’s latest episode of Chain Reaction had gone off, nearly, without a hitch and seemed to picking up steam in both ticket sales and ratings alike. A very small few had left the Moss Bay Event Center that night displeased. Scott Douglas was, in fact, one of the few.

“Son of a *****!” a disgruntled Scott scoffed to himself as he barreled out the back door of the event center. “Damn it man.”

Scott’s leather jacket blew back behind him like a cape of sorts as he walked against the wind on a frigid Seattle night. His fleeing jacket lending no warmth or shelter from the harsh night air except the small amount of wind it cut from his shoulders and tattooed arms. A gray sweat shirt underneath provided as much defense as it could, while the mutilated denim covering his lower extremities had given way years ago. His bag slung haphazardly over his shoulder Scott marches toward the bus stop smoking a cigarette and beating himself up.

“Lost to a god damn gym rat.”

As Scott treks down the side walk letting his anger get the best of him his cell phone buzzes in the pocket of his aforementioned jacket. The alert sound and subsequent sequence of vibrations signifying a text message sends him searching for this small device. The message stops him in his tracks.

[SUB]
Last Chance for Emerald Dreams; Over The Top Rope Battle Royal:
MLM/Scott D/Stephen W/Dusty R​
[/SUB]

“Holy **** …” Scott exclaims in amazement as he stares at the screen of the phone.

As he lets the message set in and attempts to let the anger and frustration from the nights defeat leave him the screen changes in an instant.

[SUB]Incoming Call from Courtney
206-555-3812[/SUB]​

Scott lets out the sigh to end all sighs as the phone rings on; playing Green River’s lost hit “Baby Takes.” He lets it go until the last possible second and hesitantly answers as he continues his walk down to the bus stop.

[SUB]Scott: Hello?

Courtney: Hey babe! I just got off cut so I didn’t see the show. How’d you do!?

Scott: Not so well.

Courtney: Awww, babe! I’m sorry. Wish there was something I could do to make it better.

Scott: Since you mention it. We probably need to talk.

Courtney: Umm, ok. ‘Bout what?

Scott: You still at work?

Courtney: Yeah …

Scott: You headed home or you going to get a drink?

Courtney: Well, I was going to get a drink but depends now …

Scott: Alright, well just stay there and I’ll come up.

Courtney: Ok… I love you.

Scott: … ah, alright.[/SUB]

Scott clicks the red end button on his phone and drops it back in his pocket just in time to step up on the city bus. He takes a seat along the aisle about mid-way and tries to decompress from the nights poor performance. His relaxation lulls him into a light slumber which he only snaps out of as the well worn bus screeches to a less than subtle halt at his stop. Scott exits the bus and foots it the two blocks back to the small bar known simply as “The Whiskey Bay.” Courtney had only worked there a few months as she tended to jump around from job to job fairly often. Scott entered through the front door and scanned the place for his lady (bad) luck and found her sitting at the end of the bar. He headed over toward her and took a seat.

“Jack, rocks ...” Scott says; motioning to the bartender.

“Hey, babe!” Courtney springs to life, “I’m sorry tonight didn’t go like you planned. You’ll get ‘em next time.”
Courtney turns back to her drink as the bartender sets Scott’s down in front of him.

“Put it on her tab.” Scott tells the bartender.

Courtney turns to Scott abruptly, “Babe, I thought you were gonna buy.”

Scott can barely pulled his drink back from his lips before he responds, “with what Court’? Pay out ain’t **** when you lose!”

Courtney had grown complacent with Scott’s little nest egg he had stock piled during his time in Mexico. In the grand scheme of things it really wasn’t much but it kept them both quite intoxicated over the past two weeks since his return home. The reality of his true finical situation started to set it. It wasn’t good and without a successful run in IWF he’s be out of peso’s before New Years.

“Look, since I’ve been home … we have had a lot of fun.” Scott tells Courtney. “And I’m not blaming you but I’ve really neglected my training. While Kerry, whatever the hell his name is, was in the gym sucking up to his master or sensei or whatever … I was out boozing and tearing up the town with you.”

Scott pauses to take a sip of his drink. Courtney’s lip starts to quiver and her eyes well up like she is preparing to unleash the water works.

“Are you saying we shouldn’t see each other anymore?” Courtney stammers out.

Scott places his glass back on the bar and though she had just stated his actual intentions; seeing the one time love of his life in such a fragile state brought all the old feelings rushing back again. In an instant his intention h
ad changed. He had come here to break off a relationship he never meant to rekindle yet now he feels powerless to do so.

“No, no … Court’, look at me.” He pauses. “Look at me … That is not what I’m trying to say. I’m just saying that I can’t be out living it up with you constantly. I need to get back to the gym. Keep up my regimen. Stay on top of my business… or else I’m gonna be out on my ass. That loss tonight almost cost me a shot at the title! Luckily I get another shot.”

“So what’s this mean for us?” Courtney asks, flashing her best puppy dog eyes at Scott.

“It just means I’ve got to get my head in the game… and we may see a little less of each other but that’s all. I’m not putting any blame on you but come on Court’ you know how we get …” Scott reasoned.

She did know. She had the arrest record and restitution fines to prove it. She didn’t quite get it though. In they’re younger years she and Scott would get loaded on the way to the show and trash the community center locker room after; win or lose. But she knew at some point she and Scott both had to grow up. She just never thought that time would be now, or any time soon for that matter.

“If you want to do this together Court’ I’d love to have you in my …” Scott is interrupted by Courtney’s phone ringing.

“Hello?” she answers and launches into conversation with what can only be assumed is one of her bar hopping, twenty something peers.

Scott turns back to his drink and downs the remainder. The bartender approaches like a lion stalking his prey. “Another?” he asks.

Scott looks toward Courtney yakking away on the phone about some club or bar she’s already committed both of their attendance to and Scott realizes not a word he has said has affected her in the least.

This is where decisions are made. In this moment it is; stay or go.

The choice made here tonight will directly affect his life and his career in professional wrestling.

“Yeah, make it a double.”
 

BWade

Grandma Took Me Home
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No Place Like Home, Part VII (A Helping Hand)

Scott awoke to the savory scent of frying bacon wafting threw the small apartment and the late morning sun beaming threw the thin faded red curtains. He found himself in Courtney’s bed and as usual unsure of the trip that led to it. He rolled out of the low set bed slightly off balance and headed to the adjacent bathroom.

"Scotty, you up babe?" Courtney called from the kitchen.

Scott hadn't heard her over the roar of the shower he was preparing to step into. He stared in the mirror at his rapidly, albeit prematurely, aging face as the shower water slowly warmed to a desirable temperature. He shook his head in disapproval of his continued actions and turned back to check the water.

"I'm cooking breakfast!" She called out yet again to no avail.

The recently reunited couple had gone bar hopping, again, the night before after Scott attempted to reason with Courtney at The Whiskey Bar shortly after her shift. Scott was feeling the repercussions of a reluctant good time. Courtney, on the other hand, seemed to have waked as if she'd had a quiet night and turned in early.

"Scotty, come eat before it gets cold." Courtney called out yet again.

"Coming!” Scott finally responds stepping out of the shower after a quick wash.

With no more than a towel and a myriad of random tattoos covering his bare body; Scott joined Courtney at small kitchen table to eat her most recent of culinary offerings. The table displayed a sizeable meal of eggs, sausage, hash browns, silver dollar pancakes, and of course the bacon.

"Thanks for cooking Court'" Scott utters in a gruff hung over voice. He reaches for the plate of bacon that served as his alarm clock and breaks potentially bad news to his bedmate. "I'm going to have to eat and run though. I need to swing by my parents and get some clothes before I head to the gym."

"And that's why you should just move in with me babe. Everything would already be here" Courtney responded "... and take your time because I already took care of it."

"What do you mean?" Scott questioned.

"I got up early. Ran over to your parents, and got your work out stuff." Courtney responded with bit of a chuckle. "I don't think your mother was expecting to ever see me again, but ... I took her and your father some coffee and some fresh donuts and I think it went well. Makes me wonder though... Have you not told them we are back together?"

She knew the answer to her question. Scott stalls momentarily cramming more hashbrowns smothered in Heinz 57 and toast soaked in egg yoke in his mouth to buy time. Courtney, well aware of his tactics, waited patiently with a smile the size of Scott’s first territory.

"Well I wasn't sure if we were ... back together, so to speak. So I was just kind of feeling things out" he finally responds still chewing.

Courtney, taken back, " … oh yeah? You were feeling things out alright Mr. Douglas. You WERE going to break up with me last night, weren't you?"

Scott quickly goes on the defensive, "No, no ... I wasn't."

"Oh yeah that's right, because we weren't actually together. We were just feeling it out. Courtney snaps back with a healthy dose of sarcasm and attitude to boot. "But it's ok. You’re not going to get rid of me quite that easy mister. I heard you last night and I get it. I really do and I want to help rather then hinder."

Scott was genuinely surprised and his reaction showed it.

"Well, I appreciate that Court. And as for my parents, I just thought it was easier not to say anything to them just yet. They see me as a responsible adult now for some reason and when they see us together..." Scott pauses, almost in fear of the reaction he may illicit. "They see those two irresponsible kids that used get in trouble and raise hell constantly. Not two kids that have grown."

Courtney takes a sip of her orange juice, "I'm not worried about them. Your mother has always loved me... Just not with you" laughing, "I'm more worried about your career and I want to help."

Scott nods his head and he finishes chewing, "I appreciate that babe. You’re already helping. I'm going to get dressed real quick. Great breakfast by the way."

Scott heads back toward the bed room grabbing his gym bag on the way.

"I'm glad you’re receptive to my help Scotty; because I have some ideas on some other ways I can be of assistance." Courtney tells Scott from across the apartment as she picks up the dirty dishes from the table.

Scott, not truly paying attention, responds, " … oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Matter of fact I think it’s a really good idea." She yells back.

"I bet it is." Scott responds.

"Oh yeah, believe you me. It’s a good one." Courtney laughs to her self as she piles the dishes in the sink and cleans up the kitchen.

Scott ties his shoes to complete his preparation for what is now left of the day and moves back toward the kitchen. "Ok, babe I got to get going." Scott tells Courtney as he leans in to give her a kiss.

Courtney smiles and asks, "Don't you want to hear my idea?" realizing he hasn't been paying her any attention as expected.

"What? Oh yeah, what is it?" Scott corrects.

"I'm going to be your new valet!" Courtney announced with excitement. "Good idea, huh?"

"Well, I don't know Court'." Scott reluctantly tells her. “It can get dangerous out there. People get hurt.”

Courtney is insulted by his lack of confidence yet endeared by his concern. “I’m a big girl Scotty. I think I can handle myself.”

“Look, we’ll talk about this later. I really have to go.” Scott cuts her short.

Courtney, getting frustrated, tells Scott as he walks toward the door; “There is nothing to discuss. You asked for my help and now you’ve got it. I’ll be there for Chains Axis three.”

“Court’ its, Chain Reaction … and I said we’d talk later. I got to go.” Scott told her with force.

“Whatever!” Courtney screams at the backside of the door Scott slams shut.
 

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