Ch. 07.: It's Your Heritage..

[𝔇𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱.]

OOC:- Apologies to Clyde, bro I'm sorry I couldn't give you a proper fight, had a shit ton of stuff taking place this week, however maybe down the road we'll have another match or something, but yea with that being said here's my piece for Danger, not really proud of this piece at all so yea..

- AD/Gabe

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Cerulean Star Enterprises
Presents..

A Cerulean Star Production..

Ch. 07..

"It's Your Heritage"
Ch. 07.
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Our scene opens up inside one of the medical facilities known only as Serenity Health Solutions, known for providing therapy to the wealthy and to known celebrities around the world. As our scene opens up we can see our hero, yes, the current EPW Rise Up Champion, the very man who has been claiming he retired the recently retired “Canadian Dragon” Easton Alexander and took on the mantle of becoming the newly crowned Anarchy Champion even though it was unofficial.

Yes that man, the antagonist to your hero, if you hadn’t guessed it by now he’s the one and only ALEXANDER DONOVAN HALEY DAVENPORT THE THIRD, yes that asshole sitting among a few other individuals inside what looks to be a small lobby area..

As the wooden door opened up and out walked a young female not too older than Alexander himself. She could be seen wearing a business shirt and business slacks as she stood by the door.

“Alexander, Alexander Davenport?”

As he hears his name heard, Alexander looks up from the magazine he had been reading and walks over to where the young female is standing.

“Come on in Alexander..”

The female voice could be heard saying as she called out Alexander’s name as she welcomed him before escorting him to the back area.

“About time..”

“Umm.. ok. You can follow me ok.”

As she says that she leads Alexander to where the good doc can be seen awaiting his arrival.

“C’mon inside Alexander.”

The physiatrist says welcoming the young hipster into her office, as Alexander enters the office, he takes a seat on a black sofa, before laying down. As Alexander does, he can be seen getting comfortable.

“Alexander, I'd like you to close your eyes for today’s session ok kiddo..”

“Fine, you know it isn’t easy being me, right?”

“Well Alexander, whoever said it was?”

The physiatrist asked the young hipster, knowing exactly what he’d say when she asked him, as she does she leans forward with her notepad in hand.

“Well.. everybody assumes that my life is just all peaches and cream. Like seriously just because I am wealthy, I should have everything figured out. They think that fortune brings happiness and it’s just not like that you know..”

“Well there’s a lot of people who’d love to be in the position you’re in, kiddo..”

“Umm no… and if they only knew, these halfwits constantly throw my family name in my face, they question my legacy, they question my very being, and they assume I’ve had every single opportunity handed to me.”

“Well, you have Alex..”

“Your point..”

“Well Alex, I don’t understand the hate, you’ve gone as far as completely abolishing your family’s name, a name that’s brought you more opportunities then most get in a lifetime. It allowed you to get a great education something your dear grades wouldn’t have allowed for.."

“Your point?”

“Well kiddo, it’s brought you into organizations that someone of your youth and inexperience would never have even been given an opportunity at, face it, your family’s name paved the way for you to sign with that disgusting company called Elevate Pro Wrestling formerly Outcast Championship Wrestling."

The physiatrist said as she reached forward, grabbing a glass of water from a nearby table. As she does she takes a sip from the glass, leaving behind a lip print from her lipstick.

“Rather you like it or not kiddo, your family’s name is your legacy.”

Alexander chuckles at what he just heard his therapist state..

“Correction, that’s my fathers not mine.”

As Davenport says that he sits up from where he had been laying comfortably and sees his physiatrist writing in her little notebook.

“Really?”

“Yes, Alexander, everything we talk about must be written down, you know that already from our 1st session we had with one another when you were 16 years old..”

“Yea.. yea.. Don’t remind me..”

“Listen Alex, you hold so much hatred for your name it isn’t funny and why I don’t know it’s a name that comes with respect kiddo.”

“Yes.. yes.. I know Aunt Christina, I know it does..”

Alexander says responding to his physiatrist in a non professional way as he addressed her by that of her first name Christina. As Alexander addresses her by that of her first name, she leans forward a bit more, sitting on the edge of her chair, her eyeglasses tilted forward as she addresses her young nephew.

“Alexander.. I’m going to ask you once again why you hold your name with such disdain?”

Alexander’s aunt says once again, asking him the same question she asked him moments before, this time a little hint of impatience can be heard in her voice as she asks him the question once again.

“Fine, fine you want the truth?”

“Yes Alex I do..”

“It's.. it's because they want me to live up to their expectations, they want me to live up to their standards. But I don’t want to, I’ve got my own goals, my own dreams I want to accomplish and being the heir to Cerulean Star Enterprises isn’t one of them right now..”

“You listen to me kiddo, they only want and wish for you to have the very best. They want you to have a great education, not wasting it away in some sport..”

As she says that she leans back in her chair, before looking up at the clock on the wall as she does she smiles.

“Well.. kiddo our time is up.”

Christina says in a cold demeanor, before getting up and escorting her young nephew out of her office. As she does she walks Alexander back out to the waiting area as the scene slowly come’s an a finish.

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A few hours past since his meeting with the family therapist as our scene opens we see Alexander conducting what appears to be a promo for his up and coming match against his latest opponent Clyde Newton in that of the comfort of his porsche 911, a video recorder can be seen on recording this week's promo..

“So.. what will Brit bring upon me and her sister Jolie next, I mean if it isn’t one thing it’s something else. First she places me against Alexandra Calaway aka Crybaby Calaway and they institute a clause for a no rematch so I don’t get to get my redemption against that crybaby for my championship title that was the Fight 4 championship title.

Oh and lets not forget Calaway, like her piece of shit boy toy yes, I say boy toy because ugh that’s exactly what it was, Ally’s what 40 something, she’s ugh an old hag right? So then she finds out exactly how he is when she gets the same damn treatment Brit had gotten..

Anyways enough about that cunt as I then beat that clown Jestyr Seryous for the Rise Up the very championship I hold now only to be forced again by Brit to take on another champion, that champion being the EPW Anarchy Champion Easton Alexander.

I took the man on and I beat him fair and square and when I did he left his championship behind for yours truly making me the ONLY DOUBLE CHAMPION in EPW history even though they don’t want to acknowledge it, that’s exactly what it is..

Oh and let’s not forget when I did beat Easton, I also retired the man which they also don’t want to acknowledge, but officially he retired after facing me. I took him to his limits and made him realize he couldn’t do what I do day in and day out no more..

So now.. Now Brit after I beat another champion of hers she does what again? That’s right, she gives me yet another champion to face off against, this time it’s her world champion Clyde Winston.

Mr. Winston, you’ve had quite the career like yours truly, however unlike any of your other opponents I am nothing like them, sure, sure you may have faced off against men of wealth in the past, but you’ve never faced off against one like yours truly.

Come our match on this Wednesday night Danger, the two of us shall face off against one another with nothing on the line except bragging rights and literally just that, no championships to be lost, no retirements unless you plan on retiring after our match..”

Davenport chuckles at the very thought of Winston after their match announcing he’s retiring.

“So again, wow the thought of that is just something isn’t it? I mean think of that, another champion retires after facing off against me, then again I doubt that will be the case this time around Clyde isn’t like any of the others I’ve faced off against in the past and I say that because Clyde isn’t some crybaby..

He’s not some guy who up and retires after being beaten fair and square, oh no, he’s a different breed of athlete and that’s a fact I can’t deny he didn’t get to where he’s gotten by taking shortcuts oh no, much like me he’s a fighter, he’s beaten those placed in front of him and made a name for himself much like I have in such a short time..

However, like Clyde I too am nothing he’s faced off against, it’s been said I got one of the biggest mouths in the game and that I’ve had everything given to me, however we all know that isn’t the case, though I will admit I do have one of the biggest mouths in the game, the only difference between me and the others is this, I can actually back my mouth up.

Come Wednesday night Clyde will come to see that as well and then.. Then maybe Brit will finally accept the fact that I am the Highlight of the Night, the very individual these poors come to boo and cheer, why because they know without me they’d have nothing to go for or go against in a sport drowned out by losers like the rest of them.. Something I truly am not and it’s been proven each and every time I’ve stepped foot inside that squire circle and it’ll be that way again..

Until then Clyde, we’ll just have to wait, but do know one thing, I’m coming in and making a point and that point is this my friend I am not going anywhere anytime soon and that’s a damn promise..”

As Davenport says that he hits the side of his camcorder and the video feed slowly comes an end.