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A Busy Time, Pain, Hate and Regret Breeze’s
Room in Hotel 11.37am
28th May Wednesday Morning
Breeze
wakes up in a pensive mood, not long until the pay per view and he was excited
already, he wanted to use the ring today,
for training purpose so he got dressed and drove over to the HWA site. Breeze
knew the ring manager Michael Crawford was not in today, so he decided to
phone Michael’s cell phone to see who was looking after the training area
today. Breeze had forgot to bring his cell phone so he went looking for Sett
to use his office phone. Or at least to ask. He knocked on Sett’s door but
there was no answer. Breeze had no choice but to use the arena phone
so he went in search for it. Breeze found it difficult to find, because he not
used to the arena. Breeze needed to use the ring so he continued to walk down
the white walled corridor, he turned round the corridor and surprisingly saw
Fudge, on the phone, he was about to walk the other way but Fudge's eyes
locked on him, he didn't want a confrontation but it couldn't be helped, he
wasn't going to let Fudge think he was afraid of him Fudge
stares at Breeze oblivious to the fact that the person is still on the phone,
but soon regains his senses Fudge:
Yeah, okay, goodbye then Breeze
continues to walk up the corridor, as he walks up to the phone Fudge walks
away from it in the opposite direction. Their eyes do not lock as they pass.
Both very aware of the delicate situation they are in. Once Breeze was about a
meter in front of Fudge, back-to-back, he tried not to say anything but the
temptation was too strong Breeze:
I see it wasn't Lauren then, no way would you have ended the phone call like
that. I am glad she saw her senses but it took her a long time to do so.
Years, man is she stupid; she always was a dumb slut Fudge:
What did you say, bitch? Breeze:
I think you heard Fudge:
Oh I heard you. How about you step over here and say it to my face,
asshole... Breeze
walks up to Fudges face Breeze:
Go on hit me then, Lauren was a bitch just like you are Fudge
raises a fist then grins at Breeze, ever cocky as usual Fudge:
I ain’t losing my World Title match over some no good punk, who, needs to be
put in his fucking place Fudge
snorts in contempt then turns and walks away Breeze:
You're gonna lose Fudge, at Redemption and against me when we finally meet Fudge
turns rapidly and grabs a hold of Breezes shirt throwing him against the wall.
Fudge then raises a fist a swings hard connecting with the wall inches
beside Breezes head, causing an incredible crack to form Breeze:
Hit Me! Fudge’s
face creases with anger Breeze:
HIT ME YOU BITCH! Fudge:
You ain’t worth it... Breeze:
Is that just an excuse, I think so Fudge Fudge:
Breeze... I don’t need excuses to beat on the likes of you. When you and I
finally meet I will be kicking your ass enough. I ain’t blowing my chance
over a few comments, I ain’t like you! Breeze:
You're exactly like me, you hate me just as much as I hate you, you know
you're exactly like me, that's why you're so afraid, You see, you know that I
know you, I know you better than anyone, I know the way you're mind works and
I know every move you will try to do before you even hit it! Fudge:
You only think you know me. You
used to know me, I used to know you. The old Breeze respected me and knew he
shouldn’t even try stepping in my fucking face! Breeze:
If that is the case the old Breeze was a coward. I prefer the new Breeze and
if you had any sense you would as well Fudge:
I do. This Breeze is gonna be the
one whose ass I actually get to kick... Breeze:
Did you want to kick the old Breeze's ass? Fudge:
Like I said... The old Breeze was my friend... He respected me... This Breeze
is a self-indulged jackass who’s asking for me. to kick his ass! Breeze:
Respect (Breeze laughs a shrill laugh) Respect means nothing to me. What have
you been doing since, wheedling your way back to the top, it took you long
enough, and you're still not champ, if anyone's a jackass. It's you Fudge
looks ready to kick Breezes ass Fudge:
Breeze. When you beat me... I'll listen Breeze:
Me beating you will be the best thing I ever do, and seeing you bleed,
bleeding from your skull will be so great for me I may faint with happiness Fudge:
IF you beat me. Your whole existence will change. If you can beat me you'll
gain the knowledge that you beat the best but Breeze... IF is the operative
word! Breeze:
You think you can threaten me by leaving, you will not leave when you want,
you will leave when I say you can. I will block your path and if you attempt
to move me then your match will be put off, you will not leave me, not yet,
not again Fudge:
You left me Breeze... You left me. Breeze:
I may have left you, but it was because of you that my elbow was fractured in
three places, it was because of you.. You were no were to be found while I was
getting my ass kicked. Not once in all the time I've been away have I had a
phone call, no. Did you even visit me in hospital, no? Did you even care what
happened to Breeze, No? You think you can just come up to me and wish me good
luck, no! Will I forgive you, No! Will I punish you, Yes! You will leave the
HWA with an injury just as I did and I will inflict that injury upon your
body! Fudge
laughs at Breeze Fudge:
You could have called me. You elbow wasn’t that bad Breeze... Stop whining!
My knee has been torn apart. Ripped Up... Dislocated... Broken...
Fractured... Everything and I STILL WRESTLE!
I don’t take time out unless I am given in. And even then I don’t
like it! Breeze:
I had no choice, it wasn't my decision, and why should I have called you. You
know what you may as well shut up about the past; it’s the future that
counts. And you're future ain’t looking very good at the moment Fudge:
Breeze... You want my career? Is
that it? You wanna be me and you know while I’m around you cant even live up
to my hype... IS IT my career you want? Breeze:
I don't want your career, you're career is yours you can keep it. What I want
is you lying at my feet. What I want is for you to hit me now. Go on Fudge,
the best, the very best would not find it a problem hitting me, considering
beating me would be such an easy task Fudge:
I know I’m the best... I also know what hitting you costs me... I know that
you want to cost me what I want the most and I know your games Breeze. You
wanna play... YOU hit ME. COME ON! Breeze:
I'm not gonna hit you, no matter what you say. I would love to but anyone
could walk past now, including Sett, I ain’t risking it for you Fudge, as
much as I want to Fudge:
Come on Breeze. What are the odds that anybody will walk out?
Seriously... Fudge
cockily smiles at Breeze Breeze's
face is twisted in indecision, he lowers his head and grits his teeth, he hits
a solid kick to the door behind Fudge, at about Fudge's chest level. Fudge:
Hahaha... You missed... Fudge
continues to play his usual "HIT ME" trick Breeze:
(Between clenched teeth) I missed deliberately, enjoy this Fudge, while you
can. You haven't had much enjoyment in your life with your father hitting you
all the time and then the loss of Michael Diamond and Lauren. I feel sorry for
you, there is nothing to live for. I strongly advise you to go to the car park
and to stand in front of a truck. I think you'll be better off dead Fudge
dives at Breeze and pins him to the wall by his throat, chocking Breeze Breeze:
Let go of me before I get you off myself Fudge:
I'd love to see you even try Breeze:
I'd love to try Fudge:
Go ahead... I wont tell... Breeze:
Stop this Fudge, I don't want to lose my match at Redemption, stop it, I'm not
going to hit you yet Fudge
grins and then releases his grip of Breeze Fudge:
I know... But irritation is the greatest form of revenge... I know this has to
be eating you up... I can wait... Breeze:
You're right Fudge this is eating me up, this is painful just like it must
have been giving up someone you still loved, god, do you realize you've ruined
both your lives. You and Lauren will never be able to have a real relationship
with anyone else because you will never get over each other. The situations so
tragic, I find it amusing Breeze laughs at Fudge Fudge:
How about I kick your ass right now... Fuck Redemption... I don’t even want
that match if it means I can kick your ass RIGHT NOW Breeze
grins Breeze:
I don't think I will give you the satisfaction, you may as well learn to be
patient, because I can refuse to sign a contract for our match as long as I
want Fudge:
Fine by me... The further away from the ring it is. The less rules there are! Breeze:
You're right, it would be better. I would have it on concrete in the middle of
a ring of fire with the floor full of razor sharp pins if I could Fudges
eyes roll in ecstasy. Fudge:
That is what my dreams are made of kicking your ass in a ring of fire Breeze:
I feel very much the same; I would follow you through the gates of hell to
have that match Fudge:
And I'd throw you into the molten pits... I hate you, Breeze.
And I can’t wait for us to fight.... I’m going to love it! Breeze:
Hate is a strong word, and I hope you mean it. When I thought up my motto:
Feel My Hate. I was looking straight into your eyes when I thought of it, my
hatred for you goes way beyond what you can imagine. Fudge:
My imagination goes far beyond what you can comprehend.... Breeze:
You think that your imagination goes that far. Impossible! Fudge:
When you’re Fudge... NOTHING is Impossible! Breeze:
We shall see, Stephen, we shall see Fudges
face grew red in anger Fudge:
Don’t… Call... Me... That! Breeze
laughs: What's wrong
Stephen, do tell? Fudge:
DONT CALL ME THAT! Breeze:
Why not, you can't hide behind Fudge all your life, you are Stephen, to me you
are Stephen and it is not only Fudge that will fall it will be Stephen as
well! It’s not only Stephen who is emotionally fucked up its Fudge as well Fudge:
Breeze... Names mean nothing... Me kicking your ass... IS... EVERYTHING! Breeze:
Names may not mean something, but Fudge and Stephen are different people and
you get angry not because I am calling you Stephen but because I am talking to
Stephen Fudge:
I am not Stephen... Fudge
steps into Breezes face Fudge:
I am Fudge... I am your worst nightmare... Breeze:
You know you are not my worst nightmare, my worst nightmare is seeing you
become the champion of the HWA Fudge:
Prepare to live it... Come Sunday I will be the World Champion Breeze:
I have every confidence in Morgoth and TCO's ability to stop you from reaching
that goal you so badly crave! Fudge:
Confidence means shit... They know they can’t stop me Breeze:
They may not be able to stop you, but I can! Fudge:
I dare you to try. Breeze
laughs at Fudge then walks away leaving Fudge punching his fist against the
wall in frustration Breeze
walks back to his room feeling frustrated and still having not made the phone
call he went to the phone for in the first place. Breeze is furious, how dare
Fudge treat him like that, he will pay, by god will he pay. Breeze walks back
to his locker room but on his way he meets the ring manager Mike Wilkinson,
the very person he went to the phone to call Breeze:
I thought you were away today Mike:
No, my wife has recovered Breeze:
Good, I was about to call you to ask who was taking over the training area but
now you’re here it doesn’t matter Breeze:
Hey Mike is there any amateur wrestlers to fight at the moment, I want to
practice my strength and the like, I want to get a feel of the ring, I will be
using it from now on. Plus I always like to help out the amateurs. Mike:
Okay I'll have one waiting for you, be there in 10 minutes Breeze:
Thanks Mike, see you then Mike:
Okay Breeze
walks back into his dressing room and starts getting changed. He changes into
his wrestling gear, he wears a pair of baggy black pants. Black trainers. A
black top with "Fudge U Fudge" on it and a white bandana. He takes a
long drink of water. Breeze:
God, it's good to be back Breeze
walks to the training ring area; he walks into the large room and finds it
empty. Mike is stood near the ring and Fudge is stood in the ring. Breeze
stares at Fudge. Fudge looks momentarily shocked then turns away. He turns to
walk away. Breeze:
What’s going on Mike? Mike:
Fudge was waiting at the door when I got here; he said he wanted an amateur
wrestler here when he got here. I just found out there are no new recruits in
today but Fudge wouldn’t have none of it he even threatened to fight me. Man
is he pissed. Fudge:
Mike, come over here Mike
obediently walks over to Fudge Fudge
talks to Mike quietly, so quietly that Breeze cannot hear what they are
saying. Fudge goes over to his gym bag and hands Mike something. Mike:
You going to fight Fudge then, I know the situation you both are in Breeze:
Fuck That! Fudge:
What's the matter Breeze, scared? Breeze:
I ain't risking my match for you Fudge:
It's all right the room will be locked with a padlock. I've told Mike our
situation; he's agreed to help us out. Mike
holds up a $100 note Mike
then goes to the large double door and shuts it; he locks the padlock onto it
and then sits down next to it. Breeze
grins at Fudge and Fudge grins back Fudge:
Come on... Breeze
looks under the ring and pulls out a chair, he throws it into the ring. He
then follows that up with a wooden stick, a fire extinguisher and his
favourite weapon, the sledgehammer Fudge:
This is gonna be fun, I take it Fudge
mocks the weaponry Breeze
slides into the ring where Fudge is waiting for him Breeze
steps up to Fudge's face Breeze:
So it begins Fudge:
It wont be long before it ends Breeze:
We'll see With
that remark the match kicks off. Or the fight kicks off to be more accurate Breeze
goes for a high kick but Fudge blocks it, Fudge then goes for a sweep but
Breeze jumps over it Breeze
grins at Fudge and Fudges answering grin is vicious Breeze
runs at Fudge and tries for a right hook, it catches Fudge in the lip as Fudge
retaliates with a kick to Breeze’s face. They both fall and get to their
feet quickly. Breeze
and Fudge quickly move back to standing positions. Fudge’s lip is cut and
Breeze’s nose is flowing with a steady stream of crimson blood Fudge:
You’re bleeding Breeze:
So are you Fudge
tries to spit his blood over Breeze but Breeze swiftly dodges it Breeze
and Fudge then run into each other with a clothesline hell bent on destroying
each other Mike:
That's gotta hurt Fudge
responds with a quick roll to his feet and a flying elbow. Breeze stands up,
Fudge goes for a cross body but Breeze catches him and hits a rib breaker on
him. Breeze picks up Fudge and goes for the high knee but Fudge moves out of
the way and as Breeze flies off the ropes he is unable to stop as he runs
straight into a straight kick to the chest from Fudge. Fudge
picks up Breeze and tries a hurricanrana but Breeze catches him and flips him
onto his shoulders and goes for the Death Valley Driver, Fudge flips off of
Breeze's shoulders and hits a super kick. Breeze falls down and Fudge climbs
the top rope and goes for the Fudge Splash. Fudge misses as Breeze quickly
rolls out of the way and gets to his feet. Breeze grins and then hits his
Twist of Hate Super kick. Fudge falls to the floor. Breeze grabs the chair and
places it on top of Fudge. He climbs to the top and goes for the Angel's
Descent Swan dive Head butt. Fudge holds the chair up and Breeze hits the
chair. Fudge rolls onto his feet and climbs to the top rope. He then flies off
with the Fudge Splash and hits it. Mike
cringes away at the impact between the two bodies Breeze
looks hurt. Fudge covers him and counts with his own hand. Breeze kicks out at
2. Fudge grins. Fudge
picks Breeze up and then hits a Yakuza Kick, Breeze staggers back and then
suddenly runs at Fudge with the Lightening Strikes Gore but Fudge moves.
Breeze recovers quicker than Fudge expected and kicks Fudge in the groin.
Breeze then delivers the F8 to Fudge. He tries to show his power and his skill
by counting Fudge out. But Fudge kicks out at 2. Mike:
That was close Fudge
rolls to his feet and Breeze is right on him.
Breeze grabs a hold of Fudge and lifts him up in a double handed
choke-lift but Fudge, quick as a cat, flips over Breezes head and runs at the
ropes he jumps, bounces of the middle rope and springs backwards, as he does
Breeze catches him and falls backwards, like a fall-away slam almost.
Fudge flips through it and lands on his feet and as Breeze gets to his
feet Fudge swings for a stiff right kick, but Breeze ducks and snatches Fudge
up into a Death Valley Driver position, from there he swings Fudge over his
head and as he is coming down for an F5 type maneuver, Breeze falls back
nailing a brain buster and almost destroying his neck. Breeze then rolls to
his feet. He stares down at Fudge's broken body Mike:
Damn, I hope he’s alright Breeze:
Ready for Game Over Fudge:
Are you? Fudge
sweeps Breeze's legs and tried to jump up for Fudge U but Breeze blocks it
with his elbow. He screams in pain as his previously injured elbow gets a bad
hit. Mike
gasps: No! Fudge
looks slightly regretful for a moment then covers it with a not very
convincing laugh at Breeze and goes for a martial arts kick. Breeze ducks,
runs off the ropes and hits the Lightning Strikes Gore from behind to the knee
of Fudge. Fudge’s
weak knee takes a hard knock Breeze
grabs the fire extinguisher and squeezes it; the gas contained opens up in
front of Fudge and half the ring. When
the smoke is cleared Fudge is stood behind Breeze with the chair, he is
limping He
has the chair in his hands and swings the chair full force in the face of
Breeze, busting his forehead open. Fudge
goes up top and goes for the Fudge Splash. Breeze barely rolls out of the way.
Fudge is down. Breeze recovers and once Fudge is up Breeze hits a toe kick and
then proceeds to hit an amazing Game Over on Fudge. They both collapse.
Neither knowing which one could have had the three. Breeze with the Game Over
or Fudge with the chair shot. Mike:
I gotta stop this soon Breeze
staggers up and grabs the sledgehammer he runs at Fudge but Fudge hits a
scissored sweep and Breeze falls onto the ropes. Fudge hits the Speed Barrier,
Breeze falls back into the sweep with the left leg and then the Fudge U right
kick to his face, as Fudge rises his knee hurts and he drops to the canvas in
immense pain. Fudge:
Damn Mike:
Stop this now Breeze
is out on the floor. Fudge rises and grabs the sledgehammer; he tries to smash
in Breeze's face in with it. Breeze shouts “No” and Fudge stops for a
second. Breeze kicks Fudge in the groin and then picks up the sledgehammer
Fudge has dropped, he then smashes the sledgehammer into Fudge's face, ripping
Fudge's flesh open. Breeze drops down to Fudge's face and whispers something
in his ears. Fudge tries to grab out to Breeze buts Breeze stands on Fudge's
hand. Mike:
Not that, please Breeze Breeze
turns to Mike Breeze:
Stay out of this! Fudge’s
face twists in unspeakable agony Breeze:
I will win Stephen! I will Fudge:
NO YOU WON’T! Fudge
grabs the chair with the other hand and shoves it into Breeze's gut. He then
rises and smashes Breeze once again on the head, Breeze falls to the floor.
Breeze’s forehead is dripping with blood. Fudge goes up top once more but
Breeze hits the ropes staggers and falls onto the ropes leaving Fudge to fall
onto the turnbuckle. Breeze sets Fudge up and then delivers the Death Valley
Driver. Fudge goes down hard. Breeze then picks up the wooden stick and
smashes it over Fudge's head. Mike:
I’m gonna stop this now Breeze
picks up Fudge and hits him with multiple right hooks but Fudge punches back
leading into another brawl. There
is a sudden knock on the door Mike
stops his journey to the ring and runs quickly to the door Mike:
What? A
familiar voice: It's me let
me in Mike:
Stop Fudge, Breeze, Sett's at the door I can only contain him so much longer,
get out of here. They
roll away from each other. Fudge:
This isn't over Breeze Breeze:
You're damn right Fudge Breeze:
Where can I get out of here Mike? There
is a backdoor in the weights room go through there. Mike:
Fudge, you can hide in the weapons room until Sett leaves, the back exit is
hard to get to, so two won’t make it. Of course there are other reasons Breeze
runs to the weights room as Fudge runs to the weapons room to wait until Sett
leaves, they take one last look at each other then leave to their destination.
Mike
opens the door for Sett Sett:
Why was the door locked? Mike:
I was just testing the key Sett
looks suspicious but ignores it Sett:
I heard Breeze went here Mike:
He did, he left a long time go Sett's
suspicion starts to fade Sett:
Okay Sett:
Well If you see Fudge or
Breeze tell them to stay away from each other, they know what will happen if
they don't Mike
nods A
cough comes from the weapons area Sett
goes leaves the room but stops Sett:
What was that? Mike
coughs Mike:
Oh nothing much, just a cough Sett:
Okay Sett
then leaves Mike
helps Fudge out of the room and then takes him out of the training area Breeze
walks back to his locker room, he gets changed into his own clothes, he gets
his nose to stop bleeding but his forehead still trickles with blood and his
elbow still feels quite sore. Breeze collects his stuff and then leaves for
the parking lot. He sees Sett as he walks by down the corridors. He’s
talking on his cell phone Sett:
He has to be here somewhere, three people have seen him since I got here.
Someone has attacked Fudge, I saw him and Mike, the ring manager leaving in an
ambulance, it seems someone attacked Fudge, from behind. Fudge claims he
crawled to the nearest door, which was the training ring door, he claims he
was attacked on his way there. I’ve heard rumors Breeze was heading in that
direction. But Fudge insists he saw a glimmer of the man and that he was too
small to be Breeze. The man supposedly had a bat with him, explaining
Fudge’s injuries sustained to the head. Sett
nods as the person on the phone talks further to him Sett:
I know there are a lot of supposedly’s here but I have no proof he was lying
Sett
continues to talk Sett:
Yeah okay, talk to you soon then. Bye Sett
turns to the vending machine as Breeze hurries down the hall past Sett. His
head is dripping leaving some small pools of blood. Breeze quickly enters his
Ferrari Modena and drives off. A moment later Sett enters the car park,
seemingly to follow Breeze’s pool of blood. Sett grins but says nothing. As
he walks away though Sett smiles again Sett: Let them have their fun St.
Michaels Hospital, City Center 4.19pm
Wednesday 28th May Daytime Breeze
drives to the nearby hospital called St. Michaels. He walks in and gets
immediate attention. He is taken up to a room to get his head stitched up by a
Dr. Maloney, his private doctor that the HWA had hired for him, for them
actually, Breeze and Fudge. Dr.
Maloney: So who did this to
you Breeze:
Fudge Dr.
Maloney chuckles Dr.
Maloney: Playing again, then
Breeze:
No Dr.
Maloney: You mean he meant
to do this Dr.
Maloney seemed profoundly shocked at the idea Breeze:
Yes, our friendship is over now Dr.
Maloney: Well, I’m not
going to say anything, except that I thought you would have been best friends
forever Breeze:
S*** happens Dr.
Maloney: Indeed it us After
the doc had finished stitching Breeze up, Breeze paid his dues and walked out
of the room Breeze
stops in stunned disbelief as Fudge is standing with stitches in his head and
flirting outrageously with the young female doctor who was treating him Breeze:
You! Fudge:
YOU! Fudge:
I was wondering who was clogging up my doctor’s time Breeze:
Yours, no, he’s my doctor Mike
(who is stood next to Fudge) sighs Mike:
Come on now, enough is enough. I’m sure you wouldn’t fight openly in the
halls of a hospital Breeze
grins: You want to bet on
that? Fudge
also grins Breeze
runs at Fudge and they both collide against each other, scrambling and kneeing
each other in the ribs and back. Security runs down the corridor and finally
requests backup after having no chance of breaking up the men. An old woman is
watching on and enjoying herself immensely encouraging the onslaught of
attacks. In the space of two minutes the backup arrives and Breeze and Fudge
are both put in handcuffs? They are put into separate police cars. In
the car, Breeze talks to the officer in the drivers seat in front of him Driver:
So, it’s really true then? Breeze:
What’s that? Driver:
That you and Fudge have fell out Breeze:
Yeah it is Driver:
Gosh, that’s a shame Breeze
wonders if someone that uses the word gosh should be allowed in the police
force but keeps the question to himself Driver:
I watch wrestling a lot Breeze:
Yeah? Driver:
Yeah, I happen to be good at guessing the main events for HWA pay per views Breeze:
Interesting Driver:
Yeah, everyone says that Breeze:
I’m sure they probably want to say something else (Breeze mutters under his
breath) Driver:
Pardon? Breeze:
I said, isn’t Morgoth something else? Driver:
Yeah he is, that’s who my money is on at Redemption Breeze
listens to the driver’s ramblings for the remaining 10 minutes until they
feeling reach the police station. Breeze sighs in relief as he is took out of
the car and away from the rambling police officer. In
the station Breeze has no explanation why he did it, and neither has Fudge who
was stood next to him at the desk. They were both about to be let off with a
caution and a fine but then Breeze and Fudge jump at each other and try and
kick, because they’re hands are sealed with steel. Breeze gets a night in
the cell for his outburst. Breeze didn't know where Fudge went, but he wasn't
in any cell near him because he was shouting his name for half the night.
Breeze was allowed out in the morning with a caution and a heavy fine that
made him wince. An unnecessary amount as well, Breeze thought, but he kept his
opinion to himself inside the police station. He
got a taxi back to the hospital car park and then drove home. All the time
wondering where Fudge was and wondering even more importantly when was the
next time they would meet. Because that was what Breeze was really looking
forward to. Breeze entered the hotel with a splitting headache and a nagging
pain in his elbow. His elbow would recover just as good as before but this
time it would not be more susceptible or injury prone than any other part of
his body. Breeze walked into the elevator and the same young man was there
that Breeze had previously seen in the past few days. The
Hotel 9.47am
Thursday 29th May Early Morning Breeze:
What is your name kid? 2nd
floor Young
Man: Alan Breeze:
Okay Alan:
So what happened to you? 3rd
floor Breeze:
Not much, just a little scramble with someone Alan:
Fudge? Breeze:
Don’t be nosy. The
lift stops and opens but after one look at the stern face of Breeze the people
decide against going into the elevator. Alan:
I bet it was Fudge 4th
Floor Breeze:
I’m not telling Alan:
I hope it was, or maybe not because I would have missed it 5th
Floor Breeze:
Don’t worry you’ll see it happen alright Alan:
When? Breeze:
In due time 6th
Floor Breeze:
This is my floor, kid see you later Alan Alan:
My stop was number 3 so I’ll go there now, bye Breeze
chuckles softly as the lift door closes Breeze
walks into his room, into his own solitude, forgetting the rest of the world,
the rest of the world except those in the HWA. Time
passes as Breeze sits in his hotel suite, he is very restless. His head is
hurting and he’s feeling very lightheaded. Breeze decides that a bit of
fresh air may be in order so he gets up and leaves the room. He uses the
elevator to drop to the ground floor of the hotel and walked out. He left the
hotel in his Ferrari 360 Modena and drove down to Haven Park. A large green
park, a place of peace and tranquility, a place Breeze had visited several
times already since his return to the Hardcore Wrestling Alliance. It was a
great place, the only people there were old people walking their dogs or old
people sitting down on the many benches. Breeze chose to sit near the entrance
of the park near a large fountain. He stood up and started walking towards the
fountain. Haven
Park – Near Fountain 2.45pm
Thursday 29th May Early Daytime
The
car stops Passenger:
Okay, there’s his car, let me out. I’ll be back soon, just wait here until
I do Driver:
Yes sir Passenger
shouts: Breeze Breeze
turns around to look at the man that shouted him, he groans inwardly Breeze
puts on a nice face for the president of the HWA, for Sett
Sett:
Hello, kid. Nice place this isn’t it? Breeze
sighs: Yeah it is Sett:
Why you out here? Breeze:
I like it, it helps clear my head Sett:
Yeah, it’s somehow peaceful here Breeze:
So why did you come over to me, I'm sure it wasn't to talk about the scenery Sett:
No, the scenery's great, I suppose, but I came to ask about those stitches on
your forehead. I doubt you fell
down the stairs. Breeze:
I walked into a door actually, why you asking. My personal life is exactly
that. Personal Sett:
Yes, I'm all for that. But last
time I walked into a door, it didn't give me stitches to my forehead. Breeze:
I walked into it hard, okay. Why such an interest? Sett:
Listen, Breeze, you don't have to play these games with me.
You were fighting with someone. I've
been in the fighting game a long time, and those stitches are exactly
where...say...a weapon would most likely hit.
It was Fudge, wasn't it? Breeze
struggles with it for a moment Breeze:
Why, what would happen if it was? Sett
smiles. Sett:
I think you know. Breeze:
Well it wasn't him Breeze:
I mean, it wasn't anybody. It was a door, for god's sake! Sett
shakes his head and smirks. Sett:
Yes, that door can be a hell of a fighter sometimes. Breeze
looks at Sett in disgust Breeze:
Look, Sett. I don’t have a problem with you at the moment Sett:
At the moment? Breeze:
Continue this and we might Sett
smiles Sett:
So, did Fudge do this to you, then? Breeze:
Why ask if it was Fudge? Sett:
I told you both if you two fought, I would strip your matches.
I'm just trying to find out if I really have to go through with it or
not Breeze:
No, you don't. We never fought. If Fudge and me were in a ring together do you
honestly think one of us would have come out conscious. I doubt it, whoever is
the best would have left and the weakest would have been knocked out. Sett:
But what if you were...say...interrupted? Sett
eyes Breeze. Breeze
splutters Breeze:
What, who could possibly interrupted us that would have had so much of an
impact on us that we would have stopped. If someone did interrupt us, what's
to stop us beating him or her up, Fudge and me would attack anyone to keep his
or her mouth shut. I mean neither of would have lost our match over some
telltale. Sett
smiles again. Sett:
Maybe if the person who would have interrupted you was the one person who
could make you lose your match. Breeze
looks shrewdly at Sett Sett:
Didn't see, perhaps, but heard and calculated enough to come to a reasonable
conclusion. Breeze:
You need proof Sett:
Oh, I do? Since when?
I thought that the President's word was proof enough. Breeze
face turns red with anger Breeze:
The president’s word is not enough for me. Are you saying that you can just
cancel out my match and Fudge's because you may have suspected it? Are you
mad? Sett:
Am I mad? Far from it.
I think YOU might be mad, though, for fighting with Fudge behind my
back! Breeze:
We didn't fight, I’ve already told you. If I had anything to say or do I
would do it to your face Sett:
I'm sure you would, unless something, perhaps maybe your match at Redemption,
was on the line. Breeze:
Are you accusing me of lying to you? Sett:
If I am? Breeze
clenches his fists and is about to do something but decides against it Breeze:
You're treading on thin ice Sett:
Who's treading, Breeze? Me or
you? Breeze
steps up to Sett's face: You tell me! Sett
smiles. Sett:
I just may be about to. Breeze
clenches his fists but with some noticeable restrain showing on his face stops
himself from going too far with the only man in the HWA with the power to
threaten Breeze. Sett:
Don't wanna hit me, Breeze? Breeze
lowers his head muttering Sett
shakes his head. Sett:
Poor guy. All that
aggression and nowhere to go with it. Sett
thinks a moment. Sett:
I can relate, though. Breeze:
And what is that you can relate to? Sett
shrugs. Sett:
You and I are a lot alike. Of
course, you act more like a younger version of me.
All this pent-up frustration and you can't take it out on anyone. Breeze:
I am nothing like you and if I ever do become anything like you, I will
despise myself Sett
grins. Sett:
So much hate, so much loathing. Do
you dislike me that much, Breeze? Or
is it because you know I am so much like you, and you really despise yourself?
Breeze
looks straight into Sett's eyes Sett
returns the stare. Breeze:
I despise you, not myself Sett:
Ah, the sweet sound of denial. Breeze:
There will be a sweet sound of something else soon Sett:
That sound being what, Breeze? Breeze
grins: I think you know
(Mimicking Sett's words from before) Sett
takes a step back and extends his hands out to each side. Sett:
If it's a fight you're looking for, buddy, we can do that. Breeze:
And if I even raised my hand towards you then you would be not only sending me
away from Redemption, but quite possible from the HWA altogether, right? Sett
shakes his head. Sett:
Oh come on, this isn't any other business, this is WRESTLING, the wrestlers
beat up their bosses ALL the time. Breeze:
Oh, cut the crap, we both know the reality of the situation. You can't stand
the fact that I might have possibly have denied your authority, and broken
your rules. You want me to hit you because you want me out of the way. It aint
gonna happen Mister Evans (Breeze says Mister Evans with a certain distaste) Sett
flashes a smile. Sett:
Of course you can think you can get inside my head and tell me my every
thought. You like to play those
kinda games. Truth is, kid,
that's not the case at all. You
wanna deny my authority and fight Fudge? I'll let it go, boys will be boys, too bad that's all these
boys will ever be...boys. Breeze
grins Sett:
So I guess you didn't really deny my authority after all, didja?
Not so much a rebel as you thought you were. Breeze:
You think I'm a boy, just because you've managed to wheed your way into
authority, don't think you can call the veterans amateurs, I've been in at
least as many fights have you, the very least and that's if you're lucky. I
didn't say I was a rebel, what I do in my own time is my business. It aint
Fudges, it aint anyone’s, it aint even yours! Sett:
I can't really argue with that, I guess.
But I'm about sick of you getting all up in my face like that, kid.
I'm not gonna kiss you, sorry. Sett
smirks. Breeze:
About the only thing you've kissed recently is Neil's ass to get where you
are. And stop calling me boy, BOY! Sett
laughs. Sett:
I didn't kiss any ass to get here, I paid my dues in blood, sweat and tears.
And I'll call you whatever I want, Breeze.
What-EVER I want. Breeze:
I swear to God, if you weren't the president, I would have kicked your ass ten
times over by now. You think you were good. You may have been but you were
never as good as I am and you never will be! Sett
chuckles. Sett:
Sure kid, believe what you want. And
I've told you already, if you wanna kick my ass, you're welcome to try. Breeze:
Power changes hands very quickly boy, you better watch yourself. You could be
turning round to my reign any time soon. Sett:
And if that were to happen, the positions would just be switched, with me in
your face, and believe me, BOY, I wouldn't be afraid to hit YOU. Breeze's
face is twisted in agony of indecision. He tries to walk away Sett:
Leaving so soon? We were just starting to have fun, too. Breeze
can't resist it Breeze:
Why have you left the HWA roster, are you getting too old to fight, what
happened to the bad ass Sett, I've seen many president/wrestlers before, why
aren't you wrestling Sett, lost it? Sett:
I haven't lost anything, kiddo. I'm
just giving the younger guys like you a chance, with me around, you'd never
get anywhere. Breeze
splutters: You sure you
wouldn't take a night off for a one off match, with me! Sett:
Nah, I've got more important matters. Breeze
laughs at Sett, obviously irritating him Sett's
eye twitches in slight irritation. Breeze
laughs even louder now Sett
regains composure and smiles. Sett:
Oh, don't worry, it was only a slight anger.
Kids like you don't make me so mad these days, I left my immaturity
behind a long time ago. Breeze:
Old men like you probably find it hard to get excited, about anything Sett
laughs a little. Sett:
And young men like you probably find it hard to get anyone else to get
excited...about anything. Breeze:
You think you're some big shot, truth is your just a nobody trying to fill in
shoes that are too big for you, you best get away from me before I do
something about you Sett:
Big words from such a little boy. What
are you gonna do to me? Sett
shoves Breeze. Breeze
gives Sett a right hook sending him stumbling back holding his cut lip Sett
looks up at Breeze, wipes the blood off his lip and smiles widely. Sett:
Cute. Sett
cracks his neck, then lunges at Breeze with a spinning back-fist to the side
of Breeze's face. Breeze
retaliates with a head butt to Sett, setting him back a few steps Sett
immediately afterward returns back with a front kick to Breeze's chest,
knocking him backwards and winding him. Breeze
rams his elbow into Sett's gut also winding him Sett
looks at Breeze, breathing heavily. Sett:
You little punk. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just fire you right
here and now. Breeze
also winded gasps for air Breeze:
Why would you want to fire me now? You fire me now if you want. I might be
happy knowing that I got fired because
the president was scared of me Sett:
Hah...cute trick. I guess that would give you enough peace of mind, believing
that shit. Fine, then, kid, you
can stay. I ain't the type of guy
to fire someone just because they got their ass kicked by me anyway. Breeze
laughs Breeze:
You're a coward Sett and you always will be Sett:
Think what you want, Breeze. You
don't know the first thing about me, kid.
You could only do that if you've been through HALF the shit I have Breeze:
You underestimate me boy and some day that may come back to haunt you Sett:
I never regret anything I do, Breeze, and this is no exception. Breeze:
You will regret this Sett Sett
merely grins and shakes his head. Sett:
Only one-way to find out, Breeze. Only
one way to find out. Breeze
is about to speak but falls onto one knee holding his head Sett
takes a step back and surveys the act Looking a little concerned. Sett:
You okay? Breeze
staggers up and looks at Sett, as soon as Breeze looks at Sett, all traces of
emotion were gone and Sett’s face shows signs of amusement Breeze:
What would you care, if you even try to help me I'll punch you Sett:
Oh don't worry, I wouldn't dream of it. Breeze:
I feel the same, I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire Sett:
Thanks, that's very reassuring. Breeze:
Shut up, you ass Sett
laughs. Sett:
You're not in much of a position there to be insulting me, kid, what with your
poor wittle head. Sett
says the last three words in a mocking tone. Breeze:
Hit me, I want you to, this may be your only chance to, so you may as well. I
welcome it! Sett
laughs. Sett:
We don't always get what we want, kiddo. Breeze:
So why did have you been looking for me all day, if you're not going to fire
me Sett
grins. Sett:
Oh, you know, just for some fun. Worry
you a little. Let you know who's
in charge. And, judging from your
actions and reactions, I think I've succeeded. Breeze
lunges for Sett but because of Breeze's concuss situation Sett easily
sidesteps Breeze sending Breeze falling down the short cut grass Sett
kneels down and gets right in Breeze's face. Sett:
Listen, Breeze, all games aside. You
will never know me, you will never BEST me, until you've walked a mile in my
shoes, until you've seen half the things I've seen, unless you've done half
the things I've done, unless you've survived HALF the things I've survived.
Even then, it would still be too difficult for you.
Understand that, Breeze, and think about it before you consider getting
in my face again. Sett
gets up. Breeze
struggles to his knees gripping onto Sett's pants Breeze
drags himself up until he has just on hand on Sett's shirt to keep himself
upright Breeze:
You listen here you self-obsessed piece of c... Breeze
rolls his eyes backwards and collapses to the ground Sett
shakes his head at Breeze. Sett
reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone.
He dials a number. Sett:
Yeah, this guy fainted here at the park.
See if you can't get him fixed up properly.
Thanks. Bye. Sett
closes his cell phone and walks off. Breeze
opens his eyes for an instance and sees the back of Sett, he reaches his arm
out once last time before his eyes roll backwards once again, Breeze then goes
back to the blankness, it may have only been the reaction to falling but it
looks almost as if Breeze is sneering. Kenton
Private Hospital, Outskirts of Inner City 7.18pm
Thursday 29th May Evening Breeze
wakes up, he doesn’t know how many hours he’s been knocked out, all he
knows is that he’s in a large bed. Breeze can see the back of a doctor. His
instincts tell him that this should be a hospital, but it doesn’t smell like
one and the bed he’s lying in definitely doesn’t feel like a hospital one.
Breeze:
Where.. Where am I? Doctor:
Sleep now Breeze
was about to speak but he felt a willingness to listen to the doctor and dozed
back off. Breeze
woke up yet again and the doctor was sat on a brown leather chair next to him Breeze:
Where am I? Doctor:
You’re at a private hospital Breeze:
Huh? Doctor:
It seems you fainted at the park Breeze:
How did I get here? Doctor:
Mr. Evans arranged it Breeze
sounded started: Are you sure it was him? Doctor:
Yes Breeze:
Why? Doctor:
I don’t know and I would have found it imprudent to ask Breeze:
Is this expensive? Doctor:
Very expensive, Ryan has took care of it. I had to give you something to help
your blood regenerate itself, you lost a lot of blood when you got your head
opened up. That is why you fainted, you had enough blood normally but when you
got mad and you’re blood pressure was raised then it was too much for you
and you’re body had to stop you from tensing yourself up, the only way it
could do this was by extracting all the blood from your head to your heart and
once that happened you fainted. It’s not all that uncommon Breeze:
Thanks for the analysis. When can I leave? Doctor:
Anytime you want Breeze:
Will I be okay to wrestle? Doctor:
Yes, the medication to speed up your blood is very rare and expensive but Ryan
made sure you had it. He paid a great amount so you will be ready to fight at
Redemption Breeze:
Really? Doctor:
Yes, the medication can only be given to those with a strong heart, Ryan
convinced me to give it you Breeze:
Where is my car? Doctor:
Outside Breeze:
How did it get there? Doctor:
Ryan had someone drive it over. Breeze:
How, I have my keys on me The
doctor coughs Breeze
looks under the thick quilt over him. He then blushes furiously Doctor:
I will have your clothes brought into you now, then someone will come and give
you directions to get back to the city Breeze:
Thank you Doctor:
It is Ryan you should be thanking, you owe him a great deal Breeze
grunts Breeze:
I don’t know him anything, I hated him and I still do Doctor:
Are you sure? Breeze:
Of course I am, he’s a jackass and that won’t change Breeze
didn’t sound very convincing After
waiting for around 3 minutes Breeze was given his clothes. He got dressed and
then was given his directions. He was given some pills to be sure he recovered
from his seizure and then went on his way back to his hotel room. It was late
when Breeze left the private hospital but Breeze enjoyed the cool night air as
he let the window down on his Ferrari 360 Modena as he drove back to his
temporary living arrangements. Breeze was back at his hotel 30 minutes later.
He used the elevator to get back to his suite and was relieved to step through
the door. He still felt a little light-headed and he didn’t like the
feeling, he wanted his solid practicality back. Breeze got undressed, went to
the bathroom to brush his teeth then went back to his bed; oddly enough he was
exhausted although he had spent hours asleep at the hospital. Breeze
thought about a lot of things while he was looking at the starry sky from his
large comfortable bed. Today had been a long day, some of it good, some it
bad, but nonetheless it was a day to remember. He thought about Fudge and Sett.
He always thought Sett was a jackass but maybe he wasn’t. Breeze didn’t
want to think about it so he drifted into a soundless slumber, leaving all his
problems behind, for a few hours at least. The
Hotel 11.57am
Friday 30th May Almost Noon
Breeze
had a restless night, the same question playing over and over in his mind,
“Why did Sett help me” He
struggles with it an then finally realized if he was going to get an answer he
was going to have to get the information straight from the horses mouth.
Breeze didn’t want to talk to Sett but his curiosity was too great. Breeze
phoned the HWA headquarters Sett’s
Receptionist: Yes, hello,
HWA office, how may I help you? Breeze:
Yes, hi, its James Breeze here I was wondering if I could speak to Sett
please? Sett’s
Receptionist: Totally out of
the question, it takes days to get to speak to Mr Evans Breeze:
I only want to speak to him via the phone Sett’s
Receptionist: I know that Breeze:
Oh come on now, it doesn’t take days just to speak to him Sett’s
Receptionist: I assure you
Mr Breeze is does Breeze:
Okay then, well I’m sure I’ll him around Breeze
falls back onto the bed He
is about to drift off into sleep again but the loud phone ring startles him
and he opens his eyes. He picks up the phone Hotel
Receptionist: There’s a
call for you Mr. Breeze, from the HWA, shall I put them through? Breeze:
Yes Sett’s
Receptionist: Hell again Mr.
Breeze, it seems I was mistaken Breeze:
Sorry, I didn’t hear you Sett’s
Receptionist: It seems I was
mistaken Mr Breeze Breeze
stifles a laugh Breeze:
Okay, so what were you wrong about Sett’s
Receptionist: I seem to be
wrong, Mr. Evans requests your immediate attention, he asks me to tell you to
come into the HWA Breeze:
I have to go in today anyway, I’ll just go in a bit early, tell Sett I’ll
be at his office in half an hour Breeze
gets dressed and then takes the elevator to ground floor gets into his Ferrari
360 Modena and drives over the HWA headquarters, yet again. Breeze
parks up in the parking lot and then walks over to the lobby and up to the
expensive suites of the administrative side of the HWA. He walks up to Sett
office and knocks on. Sett’s
Receptionist: Come in, come
in Breeze
opens the door and finds a small room with another door behind it Sett’s
Receptionist: Yes? Breeze:
I am James Breeze Sett’s
Receptionist: Mr. Evans has
been waiting for you Breeze:
Thanks Sett’s
Receptionist: You may go in Breeze
takes a deep breath then walks into the room Sett
is talking with someone as he enters. That person being a small fat man with
balding hair and a black goatee. Sett looks at Breeze. Sett:
You may go now, Bert Bert:
B.. But Sett
gives him a cold stare and then repeats himself Bert:
Yes sir, sorry sir Sett’s
expression is one of faint amusement as Bert stumbles out of the room Sett
gaze then turns to Breeze’s grim face Sett:
Hello Breeze Breeze:
Why did you send me to a private hospital? Sett:
Because you obviously needed some special treatment.
I'm not about to let a wrestler go without, especially when he's so
much like me. Breeze:
I've already told you I'm nothing like you Sett:
You would hate to be, so you make yourself believe you're not. Breeze:
I didn't need special treatment anyway, I was doing fine Sett:
Whatever. If I hadn't gotten you that treatment, you probably wouldn't be here
now telling me you didn't need it. Breeze:
I'm not here because I want to give you gratitude, a small part of me was just
a bit curious Sett:
Well there's your answer. Breeze:
My answer to what? Sett:
To your curiosity. Breeze:
Well, don't think I'm grateful, I'm not, just like I'm not anything like you.
Don't ever help me again. I wouldn't ask you for an your spit if I was burning
to death, so next time I faint don't even think about trying to help me again.
Anyway that hospital probably did worse damage to me than a general hospital
would have. Someone would have found me sooner or later anyway Sett:
Yeah, yeah, excuses, excuses. Sett:
"The hospital did worse damage, someone would have found me, blah
blah" I'm not saying you should be grateful, I'm at least saying you can
acknowledge that I saved you...and then shut up. Breeze:
Don't try and mock me. I'm not going to even acknowledge the fact that you
tried to help me; you wasted your own money. You can't buy my respect Sett and
you can't earn it either. You throw your power around too much and I genuinly
despise you Sett:
Whatever. Go on then.
Despise me. See if it
affects me in any way. I still
want you to shut up, though. Breeze:
Fine, I will Sett:
Good. Thank you.
Now that you're following orders again... Breeze:
What. I aint following your orders. I'm... Sett:
Listen kid, I've had quite enough of your blatant rebellion.
Where has it gotten you so far? Nowhere.
Breeze:
I least I'm not a sheep following your orders blindly and doing what everyone
else is Sett:
Well I suppose it does make the workplace a bit more interesting.
But it hasn't gotten you anywhere.
So wh Breeze:
What do you want from me Sett! Sett:
Just an explanation. Sett:
Why are you so bitter towards...everyone? Breeze:
Because.. I'm not, okay, I'm not Sett:
You sure act like it. Breeze:
I don't act like anything Sett:
Allow me to quote you from earlier. "I
genuinly despise you, Sett." If
you're really not so bitter, then why say that? Breeze:
I.. I don't want to talk about it Sett
shrugs. Sett:
Alright, I respect that then. Breeze:
Please, don't be nice to me. I don't want to become friends, I don't want to
become close with you, you or anyone Sett:
I'm sorry, but...I can't just ignore it.
I feel like I gotta...I dunno, I gotta do something. Breeze:
About what! It wasn't your fault I fainted, it was mine Sett:
It was my fault. I was the one who pissed you off so much.
And you know that wasn't just you getting mad, it was me pushing you to
it. Breeze:
Yeah you're right, it was you fault, I forgive you, there! Now leave me alone.
Breeze turns to leave Sett:
But... Breeze, hold up. Breeze
continues to walk away Sett
stands up. Sett:
Breeze, is there anything I can do...? Breeze:
What do you mean, about what? Sett:
Whatever it is. Breeze:
It's nothing, what are you talking about Sett:
I think you know. Breeze:
No, I don't unless you do, do you know something about me that I don't Ryan, I
mean Mr Evans? Sett:
No, but I know that you're denying yourself knowledge of something. That's
all that I know. Breeze:
You don't know anything, please drop it, drop it all don't talk to me unless
you have something nasty to say, you're nicey nicey attitude knocks me sick Sett:
You want me to say something nasty? What's
the point in that? I'm not
dropping it, Breeze. Something's
troubling you. Breeze:
Drop it because I'm asking you to, if you care as much about me as you are
showing now don't press the issue Sett:
I'm only pressing because I care about you, Breeze.
But fine. I'll drop it. Breeze:
What are you talking about, why do you care about me, why should you Sett
shrugs. Sett:
Don't ask me, I just do. Breeze:
You want me to tell you my problem, how can I trust you with that when you
won't even tell me why you care about me so much Sett:
Breeze, I just see something in you, that's all.
Maybe it's something that reminds me of myself, maybe it's just
something, but whatever it is, it makes me worry about you. Breeze:
There's no need to, forget about me I can take care of myself I don't need a
babysitter Sett:
I wasn't trying to be a babysitter. I
was trying to be a friend. Breeze:
You're not my friend, I don't want to be yours Sett:
You can't always choose your friends, Breeze. Breeze:
No, but I can choose my enemies Sett:
Then I hope you make the right choice. Breeze:
You're making this much more difficult for me Sett:
I'm only doing my job. Breeze:
No you're not, you're job doesn't require you from trying to help me by
preventing me fighting with Fudge, then chasing me up all day then paying for
treatment and then taking all my abuse on the chin and still trying to help
me. Sett:
Maybe my job as president doesn't, but my job as a person does. Breeze:
Morals, from you. I thought you were made of ice. I thought the only emotions
you held were hate and a thirst for power Sett
smirks. Sett:
Ice shatters. And maybe, Breeze, maybe you were wrong. Breeze:
I doubt it Sett:
Believe what you want. Breeze:
I will, and by the way I think you're the worst president ever, you were a
poor excuse for a wrestler and never seeing your face or your ugly smirk ever
again would be too soon Sett:
Thanks, Breeze, I appreciate it. Sett
smirks. Breeze:
Stop it, I hate you, why can't you just hate me Sett
shrugs. Sett:
Because you've never given me a reason to. Breeze's
eyes soften and for an instance are filled with compassion. Sett's face
brightens but then Breeze remembers something, something that Sett doesn't
know and he lowers his head, when his head rises up his eyes are filled with
that same wildness and Sett can see it, his face loses all hope, Breeze's
anger returns, stronger than ever Breeze:
You haven't got a reason to hate me, try this. What about when Heather died? I
was watching and I was glad, I was happy when I saw her neck snap, I praise
Danny Starr for that one act that ruined your life and took away hers.
Remember it well, Evans. Don't try and wash away you're guilt for not being
there with her by trying to help others. It won't work. Breeze's
grins almost splits his face Much
to Breeze's dismay, Sett laughs. Sett:
Breeze, Breeze, did you really think that would work? Sett
puts on a brave face but there is a tear in his left eye, Breeze doesn't pick
up on it Breeze:
So you don't hate me then? Sett:
Still can't say that I do. Breeze
grins Setts
hands start to tremble uncontrolablly but then with all his will power and
effort he keeps up the smirk and the obvious effort to stop himself from
jumping on Breeze Breeze:
Are you sure about that? After
much hesitation, Sett answers. Sett:
Yes. Breeze:
Okay then, I have to leave you with your paperwork now or for you to break
down and cry. I have more important things to do than hear you show me your
undying love for me. Sett
shakes his head. Sett:
Okay...bye Breeze:
I'll leave you with this one thought, I will be hoping you are caught in
flames sat in that leather chair with this desk in front of you, screaming. I
will be hoping I will be there to see the mighty Sett crumble into ashes. That
is the stuff my dreams are made of. Sett:
Nice to know. Too bad even if
that did happen, it wouldn't kill me. Breeze
gives Sett a dirty look then leaves the office. Breeze walks through the halls
and back to his locker room. His face arrogant the whole way there. Once
inside the locker room though his face drops and his eyes fill up. He just
falls onto his black sofa and bangs his fists to his head, his guilt almost
completely overwhelming him. FADE
TO BLACK
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