"Everyone needs to know something about me." - Sean Fuller
That is
all Celeste finds when she wakes and stretches. A one-line note written
and left on her bedside table. She grabs a folded robe from the bottom of
the same table and slides into it. She does not seem too concerned about
the note though.
She is
one of the few who never sweat Sean Fuller.
"I do not
expect these words to surprise my wife. Why do you think I chose her?
She understands and knows be better than anyone. These cravings, these
urges that I have. They need to be sated and I think it is time the whole
world-"
A door
opens, wherever Sean has hidden himself off, letting in a bit of light.
The door slams shut, blacking out the room once more. Sounds of a scuffle
between Sean and whoever entered the room take place.
"I am my
husband's keeper" - Celeste Cooper-Fuller
The light
in the room turns on, revealing turned over furniture, broken lamps, and of
course that single line dangling.
.:: One-Hour Later ::.
Sean is
brought to a warehouse and shoved down onto a rickety wooden chair before the
bag over his head is ripped off. Sean shakes his head, stretching his eyes
as they adjust to the light trampling to and through them.
"I take
it you do not know what a good beside-"
One of
the individuals deliver a stiff right across the jaw of Sean Fuller, who just
stretches it and spits off to the side.
"Tell me
something, do you like to just give it or do you like to take it as-"
The same
person delivers another stiff right across Sean's jaw once again, who just
reacts the same way.
"I've had
better."
The
person falls to his knees and passes out, Celeste on the other side; revealing
herself to Sean, who just laughs as he rolls his head around in a circle.
"You have
not been completely honest with me, honey."
"So if
this is how you react when I leave you a note, how would you have reacted if I
didn't?"
Celeste
just smiles, staring at her husband.
"Well,
mental note then, always leave a note."
Celeste
walks over and straddles her husband's lap, placing her hands around his neck as
she stares him directly in his eyes.
"There is
one thing, above all else, that we have in common, Sean. Do you remember
what that is or do I need to remind you?"
"You
remind me so well."
Pushing
herself off of Sean, Celeste lets out a sigh. She turns her back to Sean.
"We lie
to everyone about everything, but never to each other."
Sean
shrugs.
"I did
leave a note."
"Communication, Sean. Your note was vague and was pretty poor delivering
the complete and thorough truth to the one person you swore to be nothing but
true to. I love you, Sean, but I have my lines that are not to be
crossed."
"I don't
see what the big deal is. You know I am trying to be a better person, a
more honest and true person in every aspect of my-"
Celeste
turns around, slowly shaking her head from one-side to the other, but still
keeping her smile as she once again looks at Sean.
"There
are some things that belong locked away and kept between a husband and a wife,
but then again this is just one of the main reasons you have and need me as part
of your life."
"You got
me there, I can be pretty impetuous."
"I agree,
now, I take it your 'nature' is trying to bubble up to the surface?"
Sean nods
his head.
"That is
why I brought that idiot deliver you to me, knowing you would probably let him
get the better of you because of some penance tour. I assume that is also
why you have 'come up short' in your matches as well, because you do not feel
you deserve to win because what you have become?"
Once
again, Sean nods his head.
"You
deserve victory and even if you do not, do you not want to make me a proud
spouse? Just imagine how I would feel to see that smile on your face as
you walk backstage after acquiring a victory inside of the ring?"
Sean
lowers his head, but Celeste leans in and lifts it back up with her index finger
just under his chin.
"You are
who you are and more importantly you are the man that I love. What you
have done has made you into the man I always want to call my husband. Now,
are you going to get over yourself or are we going to have to take a sharp turn
and redirect to the hard-"
Sensing
the grin Sean is about to have, Celeste turns her head away and lets out a sigh
before continuing. Sean does not grin.
"Actually, I already know the answer... you masochist."
Celeste
turns to walk away, but stops and turns her head back to look at Sean over her
shoulder.
"Then
again, if you knew the hard-way, I doubt you would be so eager and ready to
agree, but the choice is yours, babe."
Sean
pushes himself up to his feet and kicks the chair out from behind him. He
drops to his knees and holds out his arms, leaning his head back with his eyes
closed. Celeste just leaves and the sounds of chains rattling perk Sean
back to his feet.
"Celeste?"
He calls
out, but does not get a response. Sean goes to check the door, only to
find he has been locked inside of this completely vacant and empty warehouse.
Sean just lets out a laugh.
"Solitary... clever."
.:: That Night ::.
Sean is
on his knees in the middle of the vacated, completely empty warehouse with his
eyes closed and his hands resting on his thighs. He does not even flinch
when he hears the rattling of chains as he did when Celeste left.
"You
'look' content."
No
response from Sean as Celeste re-enters the facility and approaches her husband,
walking around to stand front-to-front with him.
"No lies,
honey. I know you were bouncing your body off of anything you could,
because you could not stand being alone with your own thoughts."
Sean
takes a deep breath in and then releases it, keeping his eyes closed.
"You
forced me to embrace those thoughts and remember the true reason that I chose
you."
Folding
one arm over the other, Celeste tilts her head to one-side.
"What I
have become is always something that I have had a hard-time with. You know
this better than anyone else does. Since day-one, you have done nothing
but accept me and look for ways to help me; whether I am aware or not."
Sean
opens his eyes, finally; he lets out a sigh.
"That
only made it worse at first too. Here I was, a monster in my own head...
wondering when my date with the Grim Reaper was going to come due and instead
you come into my life, who was just as much a wreck, but you handled it and
pulled us both up and got us out. I'm not saying I am in the clear now,
but I am going to try. I think the world is ready to see what happens when
you embrace and accept the monster within."
"You do
need more work, but don't we all? I know if I breakdown then you will be
there for me to curl up next to and soak your clothes with my tears."
Sean
laughs.
"Ha, you
cry? I've only ever seen you make others-"
"I am a
good liar to the point you could even mistake it for being in control of my
emotions, but are you ready to do this CWF thing the right way, honey?"
Sean
climbs to his feet and nods to Celeste.
.:: The Next Afternoon ::.
Sean
cracks his knuckles, following up with a good neck crack before turning to the
camera pointed at him. He has a smile on his face as he stands there in a
red sleeveless shirt and a pair of blue jeans.
"Care to
take a walk with me, Mister Jones?"
Sean
brushes the side of his nose with his left-thumb.
"One,
loss, two loss, but now it is time to set the record straight.
Unfortunately you are the name that was drawn out of the proverbial hat."
He
shrugs, then leans in tilting his head to one side.
"Trust me
or not, but it is unfortunate for you."
Sean
leans back, still smiling.
"Fortunate for me though because I really have been needing someone to let out
some frustrations on while taking that next step up the ladder and earning yet
another title shot because that is one thing about me that everyone here will
come to realize. Championships tend to have a way to gravitate and
surround me no matter where I plant my feet and decide to step between the
ropes. So, I hope you were not looking me and thinking things were going
to be easy for you because in my last two matches I did not get the 'W'."
Pausing
momentary and shaking his lowered head side-to-side.
"There is
only one constant in all of this, boy. Every single day I only become more
dangerous to every single individual on the roster. From Amy Jo to Zolton.
Every single day, every single week, month, year, and so on; the only constant
is my appetite for hurting people never seems to go away. Whether I am
hurting myself or someone else, it is that one constant. I'm a mess, boy.
That is what you are stepping inside of the ring with though; someone who
understands and knows that everyday I need to figure out how to take that mess
and channel it into the next championship."
Sean
slides his hands into the side-pockets of his jeans.
"This is
where you come in, boy... and don't get me wrong... I know you are not just
going to stand there and let me pound on you. I don't even want you to if
that WAS an option because your fight, your struggle... it helps. When you
are on your knees, blood running down your face, and that sliver of hope still
there screaming at you not to give up because there is still a chance... that is
what helps. When your bones are popping, your muscles are tearing, and
your brain is telling you to submit and try again later, that little sliver will
be there that you will listen to. I would never want to take that sliver
away from you or anybody, but it is going to be damaged."
He pauses
momentarily and runs his hands over his face and back through his hair.
Sean rests his hands on his sides.
"I want
to take you beyond your limits and have you questioning everything about
yourself and everything you have ever done in your entire life, but you will
still have sliver of hope to hold onto and keep you soldiering on to the next
week. Sorry to say, boy, but realizations have come out and once again it
is time for the truth to set one more person free. So bring your best,
bring your everything, and most importantly bury down deep those thoughts that
try to creep out about what could and will happen when I have my way. This
will not be your last match though, so you can take solace in that, boy.
You simply will be struck with the truth that you have not been challenged as I
am about to challenge you because now is the time to hurt others for the right
reasons. Now is the time to pull back the curtain and unleash the truth
that from this moment on things only get worse for each person who gets in my
way"
Sean
takes a step back, making room for Celeste, who stands in front of her husband
with a smile to match his.
"Mister
Duce Jones, you will be the first testimony here in CWF. You will be able
to spread the word to everyone you come across about what it means to step
inside of the ring against an un-caged and hyper-focused Sean Fuller. So
in a way you are lucky, but the road is bloody and it is going to hurt
immensely. None of what happens is your fault, we want you to know that,
but we also want you to know it is your problem. Mister Duce Jones, Sean
Fuller will respectfully dismantle your body and your mind. He will take
great pleasure in doing so and the best part is, you might just have the
opportunity to hear the fans sitting around the ring cheering on the brutality
and egging Sean Fuller on because at the end of the day the fans appreciate when
a wrestler is being honest with who they are in this business. The truth
shall change you, Mister Duce Jones and open your eyes to a whole new world
order of violence and utter decimation."
Sean and
Celeste turn away from the camera and leave as the feed fades out on them.