Anton Chase vs Ravenna

[PWXonline]

Singles Match
Anton Chase vs Ravenna

Deadline: 4-15-14 at Midnight CST


Story: The past few weeks have been quite impressive for both Ravenna and Anton Chase in their own rights. Anton Chase has been focused on winning the Hybrid title while Ravenna has been focused on Rhonin, if that's really his name, and the condition he seems to be in. If that wasn't enough, Ravenna has a Next Generation Championship match at the upcoming Initiative PPV. That match, ironically, will have Rhonin in it as well. This week, Ravenna and Chase meet in the ring. With both looking focused on particular things, can either one of them keep their distractions to the side and focus on the match at hand? Which one of these, if either, will walk away victorious?

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[The scene opens up in the hotel room of Anton Chase, where "The Wrestling God" is sitting on the couch, dressed in some blue jeans, and a "Eat, Sleep, Suplex, Repeat" black t-shirt. Anton has a disdain look upon his face]

Anton Chase: As you can see I've been in a horrid mood since last week, since last week on ADR74 where I was unexpectedly facing some guy called Matthew Prince, a guy who got lucky and beat me. Now Matthew Prince has a shot at the Hybrid championship, a shot that belongs to me, not because of my reputation, or any kind of "pull" I may or may not have around PWX, but for the simple fact that TJ Codair announced to the world that if I defeated him on ADR73 in a none-title match, then he would give me a title match, that I did. I won that match at ADR73, and was fully expecting my title shot the following week on ADR74, but no. For some reason PWX like's to put me in matches with newcomers, and Matt Prince, simply got lucky. It won't happen again, Matt Prince this week you have my shot at the Hybrid title, and if by some miracle you win, believe that I'll be gunning for you. And if TJ retains, well TJ, you owe me a title match.

[Anton cracks his knuckles]

Anton Chase: Now that I have that out of the way, I can focus on my next opponent, you see my next opponent I've never met her, in fact I don't think I've seen a single match that Ravenna has wrestled in, but honey, don't think for one second that by the time I enter the ring, that I won't have you scouted. Because I will. You see Ravenna I know that you're thinking right now that you have an advantage over me, that I'm still fuming about my loss last week, but you don't. Because I have put that loss in the back of my head and forgotten about it and all I see in front of me is you, Ravenna. I know that you think that you're going to use you're speed, and aerial ability.

[Anton leans forward, showing his muscles while resting his arms on his knees]

Anton Chase: Ravenna you're speed and aerial ability aren't going to do jack, I'm going to through you around like a ragdoll, and enjoy it. I'm going to physically and mentally mind fuck you in this match, a match that you're not ready for.

[Anton leans back and relaxes]

Anton Chase: People will be saying that this match is uneven, it's not fair, that Ravenna shouldn't even be in the ring with Anton Chase, but I think I have an idea of you, I think you're going to come out all guns blazing, Ravenna. Because you have fight, and guts, that I like. But don't bank all you're hopes on that honey, because you're looking at a wrestling god, who's about to show you what it's truly like being in a ring with a real talent.

[Anton looks into the camera]

Anton Chase: I know Ravenna that you're chasing the Next Gen championship, while I have bigger and better things to concern myself with, you have your issues with Rhonin and I have mine. This has got nothing personal, but I'm not leaving ADR75 with a loss under my belt, not again. Last week was a fluke, now I am targets on you and unfortunately for you, this week, is not going to be a bed of roses for you. In fact the only thing you'll be seeing is me and my boots on you're throat.

[Anton pauses]

Anton Chase: I put last week behind me and nothing is going to stop me from getting what I want, what I deserve. Ravenna this is just bad timing for you, but I mean business, the minute I step in the ring, game time. My "A" game will be on form and you'll have no chance, believe it. Believe my words that I am saying right now because when it happens and I leave ADR75 with a "W" I don't want to hear that you weren't prepared for it. Ravenna, you may think right now that I'm going to show up and half-assed it because you're a women. I won't, I will give you everything I have, then I will go on and hunt down the Hybrid champion, whoever that maybe.

[Anton smirks]

Anton Chase: So Ravenna, I won't be surprised of my opponents talent's like I was last week, I won't be half-assing it at all, I will show up in full force and kick your ass from pillar to post, see you soon Ravenna.

[The scene fades to black]

[Roxxie Roberts]

April 12 , 2014.

I trail my fingers gently across the window pane, drawing a clear line between the parted water from the rain. The grass below my feet is soggy a tainted shade of green, withered and broken. I raise my head slowly, cloaked in a dark hood surrounded by my infamous black leather jacket. A water drop meets my forehead once again and slides down the tip of my nose and falls between my feet.

"If only you knew..."

I whisper intently to the window, shallow under my breath as a small heat cloud escapes my lips and meets the window. Raising my finger from the window pain, I place it gently against the fogged glass and draw a sad face.

"And it's peaceful in the deep
Cathedral where you cannot breathe
No need to pray, no need to speak
Now I am under all

And it's breaking over me
A thousand miles down to the sea bed
Found the place to rest my head
Never let me go
Never let me go
Never let me go
Never let me go"

Closing my eyes for a moment, drowning my mind in to the lyrics... my iPhone warm in my jacket pocket as it blares this song enthusiastically into the buds in my ears. I open my eyes once more to the dimly lit room. A shattered lamp on the floor with shards of a light bulb spread around it. A single king sized mattress on the far end of the room had been toppled over and severely thrashed at with a sharp blade.

"And the arms of the ocean are carrying me
And all this devotion was rushing out of me
In the crushes of heaven for a sinner like me
But the arms of the ocean delivered me

Though the pressure's hard to take
It's the only way I can escape
It seems a heavy choice to make
And now I am under all"

The red aura of the room sparked with rage as the sheets are torn in two, a bedside table meeting the doom from the rubber sole of a boot, and the dresser behind flipped over like a card. A snarl is heard through the cracks in the window frame. Standing still, soaking in the rain, as I watch the turmoil in front of me unleash it's wrath.

"And it's over
And I'm going under
But I'm not giving up
I'm just giving in

I'm slipping underneath
So cold and so sweet"

The corner of my mouth curves in to a sinister smile, my hands withdrawn to my pockets as the moonlight shimmers brightly over the city. Wind blowing amongst the branches in the tree's. Holes now penetrating the wall, with small stains of red. The man grips the frame of the door and bends over facing the floor, breathing heavy. He rolls his shoulders back in frustration and regains his posture tilting his head to the left where something flat glitters with a shimmer of light. Walking over caustiously to right of the room... he bends over and picks up a simple and elegant 4"x6" frame with sparkled crystal surrounding the picture of a mocha coloured girl approximately the age of nineteen... and a man approximately the age of twenty-seven.

"And the arms of the ocean so sweet and so cold
And all this devotion I never knew at all
In the crushes of heaven for a sinner released
And the arms of the ocean delivered me
Never let me go
Never let me go
Never let me go
Never let me go
Deliver me"

The confusion in the man's eyes boil to a murderous red as he throws the picture frame towards the window, breaking the glass and tumbling to the soaked grass. The man leaves the bedroom still angered and uncontrolled and escapes from the front door and down the street into the cold wet night. My eyes trail from him to the broken frame and now wet picture before my feet, bending down I gently brush the glass from the surface and bring the picture up to view.

"Oh Joey... it won't be long now.."

I slide my thumb across the image on the picture before I tilt my head back and look up to the night sky.

"I know this is hard to believe now... and even when it all comes back... but I am truly sorry; it was all I could do... the only way.."

Carefully sliding the picture into the inner right side pocket, I turn and head off in the opposite direction down the water covered street and engulf in to the darkness ahead.

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Blog entry #46

I know my readers have been aching for the return of my ramblings... six years is entirely too long to go without reaching out to the people who loved me most, or love to despise me! It has been a long road going from where I used to be, travelling along a path that I was forced upon, then rising out of the ashes and in to the person who I am now. If there is one thing I am sure of from my six year hiatus is the fact that wrestling in Pro Wrestling X, was single handily the best decision I made... Not because Pro Wrestling X was a federation I needed to be a part of.

Being in the ring again is what did it.

I never thought I could stand in that four sided pinnacle of pain ever again, after the tragedies that had befallen me, the heart ache I barely lived through... but yet, it has been the one thing to mend my scars, and heal my wounds, the one thing that brought the light of the dark and the happiness from the despair. And all in the meanwhile, I found the one thing that I thought I would never see again... the one thing that had mattered to me most beside my own flesh and blood. This path I follow, although a rough one, will one day have a smooth finish and two people will step out of the ring on top of the world, two people who will be known to have conquered PWX.

Anton Chase, do you know what is like to take a federation by the reigns and ride it in to the sunset... to own it... saddle it, train it, work it in to the palm of your hand... and control it. To take something that is wild and tame it? No? Well I do... I did that once, or maybe even twice.. (smile). I have never owned a championship... not like you have, the three measly weeks you had held on to one that is; after it was taken from you, to the very person who took it from to begin with.

Did I irritate an old wound Anton, the wound that you have had to open countless of times? David Wilson is his name? Yes, that is it... the man who you have face countless of time since the beginning of your career here in the PWX. Your second match if I do say so, you won! You were the first one to draw blood, but the second time you weren't so lucky. The second time when facing Jessica Harmony for the Hybrid Championship with David Wilson... you lost, and just after beating the champion herself..David Wilson scooped in right under your confused brow and stole what was rightful yours, away from you.

As I was reading your profile, you eventually took it from him... and the fact that you had faced him ten times still amazes me... is it because you asked to be in a constant back and forth battle that never drew a conclusion or is it because the owner believed you to always be low-mid talent. You would never achieve greatness, you would never battle for things higher than your head, like the World Championship. Maybe instead of fighting me, you should be challenging David Wilson for an eleventh time and finally put an end to the battle... finally get the best six out of five instead of the equal credibility of five to five.

Yes, I did my homework... and yes I will confirm that I am giving you a history lesson of the day in the life of Anton Chase. Your whole twenty-eight matches in your nine month stay here in the PWX and all you have to say about it is a three week reign as Hybrid Championship... and record of fifteen wins, twelve loses, and one draw. One of the saddest things I have seen as I watched your tiring career here is that in all those matches, in all of those weeks you never rose to a main event match. You would think you would have had the chance to square off in the ring... taking the crowd for it all in the main event... a wrestler with such caliber that you would end the show with your success.

Or maybe that is just in your dreams Anton.

Because you will never see the main event, you will never achieve main event status and never get a chance to be THE PWX Champion... As much as I was rooting for you over the course of the last few days watching your video's... as the matches went on I just grew even more sad... for your existence on the PWX Roster. You had a good run, you beat the likes of John Pariah, Troy Stone, Ryan Kidd, Jason Aries....but also you got your ass kicked from people like Jordan Caliban, and TJ Codair... and let's add another name to that... mine!!!

At least I have faced in the ring against some of the federations once sought after main eventers... like Brian Hollywood, despite how much I despise the asshole, he was one a PWX World Heavy Weight Champion... and guess what happened... He and his little right hand piece of trash Tiami Tyler lost to likes of Joey and I! You will be my fifth match here, and I have already hit it bigger than you have despite my lack of championship.

Don't get me wrong doll, I have respect for you... You can walk in to the ring one week and be a wrecking machine, but the next week be off of your game. You fought your way through from July until now and you did one heck of a job for yourself. But being a bi-polar talented wrestler it won't work in your favour. And when it comes to facing me, you will be walking in to the ring confident and cocky and walking out sad and misinformed. I may be a female, I may have an over inflated head full of hot air at times, but I never overestimate my skill. My skill is what brings me to where I need to be, it was keeps my opponents below the belt and myself higher up the wrestling chain. I may have never held a championship but it was never because I was never qualified... it was because I didn't need it, because being labelled as something was not what I wanted.. I wanted to be the best without a piece of leather. And I can prove that time and time again.

The Next Generation Championship is just a fake diamond in the rough and I could care less about it, much like you Anton.. You want a championship... maybe you should be gunning something more along your lines... Like the former Women's Division... because nobody will take it from you, nobody will challenge you for it.. because it is defunct, just like your wrestling career is going to be. A wrestler god is a farfetched reach for you my dear, because if you were you would be nearly undefeated, you would have held the World Championship at least once, and you wouldn't be facing newbie's...

Go ahead and try to prove me wrong Chase... I dare you!!

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April 14th, 2014.

"You know he will never forgive you for this..."

"Yes he will, because he loves me... he always has and always will, despite all of this.."

I inhale sharply, looking down to the box of old files, pictures... memories. I lower my hand to the lid of the brown box, and brush dust ever so carefully across its canvas.

"He may forgive you for your methods... but not the lies.."

Holding my breath, there was a part of me that knew that was true. How much can one handle of deceit before their trust is no longer salvageable?

"He has too..."

"No he doesn't, he has always been a man for himself... don't you remember that one night before it all happened... when he took you out... and Sto..."

"DON'T SAY HIS NAME...!!"

Smashing my fist in to the wall, as my voice shook my body. Anger boiled through my veins and fear trembled my limbs. Breathing in quickly, my heart pounding in to my ears, then falling back to my gut. I close my eyes and take a slow deep breath calming myself.

"Despite his career, he has always chose me, and our son..."

Turning myself, laying my back flat against the wall, colour washed from my face slightly as I slide down to the floor. Looking over to the box on my right, I kick the lid off the box and look inside.

"Your answers aren't in the box..."

"What do you know?" I said peering up at the ceiling and closing my eyes.

"Your answers are within you, you need to figure it out.."

Shaking my head, there had to be something that could help. Lowering my head, my hand searches the box... pulling out pictures of Cameron... pictures of "us," happy... a long time ago. It seemed like yesterday, but the faded colour said it all... six years doesn't seem like that long ago.

"Stop torturing yourself... "

Brushing the words past my shoulder, my fingers grasp on a small piece of paper and a small medical band. Pulling it out, my eyes scan the paper, heart filling with desperation and sadness. Brushing my fingers off the print on the yellow tinged paper... the date playing a particular part in my mind.

September 9th, 2009.

"I will find you... I promise..."

I get up from the floor, carrying the small bracelet and piece of parchment with me leaving a five foot five inch figure standing in the dark corner.