Post by Sean "The Havok" Victor on Jul 25, 2009 3:52:27 GMT -5
Real Extreme Wrestling, a long way from NEWWF2 but what would you expect nine years have passed. Nine very long, very emotional years. Nine years, since a man by the name of Sean Victor has stepped foot in a wrestling ring. Nine years, since his wife Madison and his baby girl Adelyn were taken from him. Nine years of solitude finally broke thanks to a phone call from Jaxson Kyzer.
Only days ago, Sean never would have expected himself to be on a flight to London, only days before the Real Extreme Wrestling PPV New Blood Rising. He never would have thought that he would be involved with any wrestling federation of any kind, especially after the sick demented bastard, Rick Caz ended the lives of the two people who meant more to him than anything in this world.
But after staying on the telephone with Jaxson, for what seemed like ages the impossible now seems possible. Sean has come to the understanding, that eventually you have to leave the past behind you. Sean has decided it is time to set his sights on the future. And the future is looking mighty bleak for anybody who gets in his way.
Sean rises to his feet, and grabs his gym bag from the overheard baggage storage. He sits back down in his seat while unzipping the bag. Sean pulls out a sleeveless black t-shirt that reads Evil Newman on it. Sean stares at the t-shirt momentarily before shoving it back in his bag and pulling out a bottle of Tylenol. Sean pops two Tylenol and zips his bag back up.
Sean 'The Havok' Victor: Am I really going through with this?
Voice: You are making the right decision Sean!
Sean 'The Havok' Victor: What? Who the hell said that?
Sean snaps his head to the side noting the man beside him on the flight is dead asleep. He looks around him and it doesn't look like anyone is paying him any attention at all. Sean scratches his head a bit puzzled. He signals for the flight attendant who walks over to him. He notices his name tag says Joyce
Joyce: How can I help you sir?
Sean 'The Havok' Victor: I need some water please.
Joyce: Yes sir! I'll have it right to you.
Joyce walks away leaving Sean to regather his thoughts. He sits in his seat remembering his glory days. His epic clashes with the likes of Uhaul, TheChosenGame, TroJan, Frozen, Devlin Grey, and many other greats. Sean recalls his first championship, the iRWA Hollywood Babylon Championship, and the match he had with Konnan to obtain it.
Voice: Those are some great memories Sean. But you will make more memories I promise you.
Sean 'The Havok' Victor: Who the fuck is that?
Joyce: Excuse me! I um have your water sir.
Sean 'The Havok' Victor: Oh thank you very much ma'am.
Sean then grabs the cup of water from Joyce, and throws the water in his face. Joyce looks rather confused, but she just walks away, and doesn't say a word. Sean is still trying to figure out who is messing with his head. Sean knows some weird stuff has happened in his life, but he's never had anything like this happen. He just attempts to force the voice out of his head, but not to much avail.
Voice: Sean, do not try to fight me. I am here to help you!
Sean 'The Havok' Victor: Who the fuck are you then? Tell me!
Voice: Have you really forgotten me Sean? You've forgotten your old partner? The man who trained you to be the best!
Sean 'The Havok' Victor: Jake? Jake Silver! What the fuck are you doing in my head?
Jake Silver: Sean, you aren't in control of yourself right now. You are still to worried about your past, which I understand. I am here to help you regain control of yourself. I'm here to help you reach the top of Real Extreme Wrestling.
Sean 'The Havok' Victor: Jake? Jake! Oh my god man I have so many question. How are you doing? How is WarLOK? How is...
Sean is cut off by a hand placed firmly on his shoulder. He sort of shakes out of the mini trance he was in, and notice the man seated next to him has his hand on Sean's shoulder. Sean shoots him a not to pleasant look and the guy returns the favor.
Guy: I don't know who the hell you think you are talking to man. You are the only one here. So how about you shut up and let me get back to sleep.
Sean 'The Havok' Victor: How about, if you ever put your hands on me again, I rip your arm off, and shove it down your fucking throat.
Guy: Uh...I'm sorry. I'll just go back to sleep.
Sean 'The Havok' Victor: Good idea! Jake! Jake you there? Jake?
Sean hears nothing this time. He sits in his seat still as confused as ever. He looks out the window and takes in the view for a minute, wondering what exactly he is getting himself into.
Sean 'The Havok' Victor: Dammit!
Only days ago, Sean never would have expected himself to be on a flight to London, only days before the Real Extreme Wrestling PPV New Blood Rising. He never would have thought that he would be involved with any wrestling federation of any kind, especially after the sick demented bastard, Rick Caz ended the lives of the two people who meant more to him than anything in this world.
But after staying on the telephone with Jaxson, for what seemed like ages the impossible now seems possible. Sean has come to the understanding, that eventually you have to leave the past behind you. Sean has decided it is time to set his sights on the future. And the future is looking mighty bleak for anybody who gets in his way.
Sean rises to his feet, and grabs his gym bag from the overheard baggage storage. He sits back down in his seat while unzipping the bag. Sean pulls out a sleeveless black t-shirt that reads Evil Newman on it. Sean stares at the t-shirt momentarily before shoving it back in his bag and pulling out a bottle of Tylenol. Sean pops two Tylenol and zips his bag back up.
Sean 'The Havok' Victor: Am I really going through with this?
Voice: You are making the right decision Sean!
Sean 'The Havok' Victor: What? Who the hell said that?
Sean snaps his head to the side noting the man beside him on the flight is dead asleep. He looks around him and it doesn't look like anyone is paying him any attention at all. Sean scratches his head a bit puzzled. He signals for the flight attendant who walks over to him. He notices his name tag says Joyce
Joyce: How can I help you sir?
Sean 'The Havok' Victor: I need some water please.
Joyce: Yes sir! I'll have it right to you.
Joyce walks away leaving Sean to regather his thoughts. He sits in his seat remembering his glory days. His epic clashes with the likes of Uhaul, TheChosenGame, TroJan, Frozen, Devlin Grey, and many other greats. Sean recalls his first championship, the iRWA Hollywood Babylon Championship, and the match he had with Konnan to obtain it.
Voice: Those are some great memories Sean. But you will make more memories I promise you.
Sean 'The Havok' Victor: Who the fuck is that?
Joyce: Excuse me! I um have your water sir.
Sean 'The Havok' Victor: Oh thank you very much ma'am.
Sean then grabs the cup of water from Joyce, and throws the water in his face. Joyce looks rather confused, but she just walks away, and doesn't say a word. Sean is still trying to figure out who is messing with his head. Sean knows some weird stuff has happened in his life, but he's never had anything like this happen. He just attempts to force the voice out of his head, but not to much avail.
Voice: Sean, do not try to fight me. I am here to help you!
Sean 'The Havok' Victor: Who the fuck are you then? Tell me!
Voice: Have you really forgotten me Sean? You've forgotten your old partner? The man who trained you to be the best!
Sean 'The Havok' Victor: Jake? Jake Silver! What the fuck are you doing in my head?
Jake Silver: Sean, you aren't in control of yourself right now. You are still to worried about your past, which I understand. I am here to help you regain control of yourself. I'm here to help you reach the top of Real Extreme Wrestling.
Sean 'The Havok' Victor: Jake? Jake! Oh my god man I have so many question. How are you doing? How is WarLOK? How is...
Sean is cut off by a hand placed firmly on his shoulder. He sort of shakes out of the mini trance he was in, and notice the man seated next to him has his hand on Sean's shoulder. Sean shoots him a not to pleasant look and the guy returns the favor.
Guy: I don't know who the hell you think you are talking to man. You are the only one here. So how about you shut up and let me get back to sleep.
Sean 'The Havok' Victor: How about, if you ever put your hands on me again, I rip your arm off, and shove it down your fucking throat.
Guy: Uh...I'm sorry. I'll just go back to sleep.
Sean 'The Havok' Victor: Good idea! Jake! Jake you there? Jake?
Sean hears nothing this time. He sits in his seat still as confused as ever. He looks out the window and takes in the view for a minute, wondering what exactly he is getting himself into.
Sean 'The Havok' Victor: Dammit!
