“Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's beautiful.”
― Milan Kundera
The "disc error" text disappears from the screen and we skip forward through the footage. Rain is softly falling into a closed off ally-way. Only the rims of the ally are shielded as gutters overhang from the roof’s end. The sun is absent in the sky and a solitary wall lamp displays a small spherical aura around its dirty glass case. Below, and a little to the left, of the lamp is an aged metallic door. It pushes open as
Chris K.O. walks out into the enclosed space. The door, like a magnet, returns to the door frame and closes shut.
Chris remains underneath the overage as he swipes his nose with a thumb. He examines the strength of the downpour before he steps out and allows himself to greet the rain. Soft thuds can be heard as several drops patter down on his signature leather jacket. He uses the aid of the rain to dishevel his hair into a messy art. A good thirty seconds in the makeshift shower is enough for him. He escapes back under the overage and lets his back slide down against the outside wall until he is in a sitting position. One knee is bent while the other extends out, leaving the grip of his boot to get a good wash.
Chris’ voice from the skybox begins to dub over the footage.
Chris: We are now past Meltdown 72. As everyone knows, Ty and I lost in the main event to Celeste and Kurtesy. Ty gave up the pin fall. I was not exactly pleased with the outcome. I would of rather taken the pin than have Ty take it. Losses like those cause him to pull back from his current situation and re-examine himself; to get a grip on his foundations. I guess beggars can’t be choosers, but in a situation like this, everything has to go near perfect.
Ian has since contacted me and told me that everything is going great. He said that everything should be complete by Kingdom Come. Ah, Kingdom Come. That is what brings us here to this damp ally. The final road stop until the big one. The event that will change everything.
After the events on Meltdown, Ty felt it necessary for the Apostles of Chaos to travel as a single unit from here on out. Call it a strength-building tool or whatever you want, but I see it as one thing; fear. Ty opened up the bag of the current situation and dropped two cherry bombs into the mix and shook it up. Alex Bowen and James King. Both men are the two new additions to team Chaos. I am sure that Ty does not regret it, but I think he wished that he had thought of it sooner. It’s the kind of decision that gives further proof to Ty’s total lack of focus on anything, but the World Heavyweight Title.
Now, I found myself alone, outside in the rain and under an overage. A team Chaos meeting had just expired and I was looking to fill a forgotten need. Adrenaline had been carrying me the last several weeks, but now it was time to call on an old friend.
Chris reaches into a chest pocket on his jacket and pulls out a small carton. He flips it open with a flick of his thumb and extracts a cigarette. A lighter is quick to follow as Chris burrows into his jeans pocket and lights a gracious spark. It takes a few seconds, but the cigarette glows beautifully from the aid. A small clink sounds as the lighter is closed shut and put away.
A soft material finds its way to the crease in Chris’ lips. It feels like a sponge or a soft piece of bread, but a soothing huff lets Chris know that is more than that. His mouth dismisses his hand as the cigarette hangs out from his puffy lips on its own. Chris eyes are closed as the sound of rain drops hitting the concrete fill the air.
Tobacco for my tongue, a pitter-patter of rain for my ears, and the future destruction of Ty for my mind. What more could a guy ask for?
Suddenly, his peaceful bubble is popped when the sound of the metallic door intrudes his thoughts. One eye opens as he examines the visitor. S.H.I.T.? Alhazred? Bowen? King? Ty? No.
Serafina has found herself outside with Chris, alone. The door shuts behind her as Chris keeps his one eye fixated on her. She softly walks over to his area and lets her back slide down the wall as well. Long gone are the silly robes that he has become used to associating with her. She is sporting a pair of dark-faded jeans and a black logo-less hooded sweatshirt. She nods silently at Chris’ cigarette.
Chris smoothly pops out the carton and allows Serafina to steal a stick. He swiftly lights her bud and re-hides the lighter. Chris examines her smoking method. There is something odd about how she handles the cigarette. It is not the same way that he relishes his. In all honesty, Chris’ smoking habit is perpetuated by an addiction, but Serafina smokes as if she truly needs each huff. Not in an addiction sort of way, but in a serene way that is nearly indescribable.
He decides not to disturb her personal space anymore and returns to having two eyes closed, but is quickly met with an angelic sound.
Serafina: So, Bowen and King?
Chris: Yep.
Chris says nonchalantly with his eyes remaining closed.
Serafina: Good or bad?
Chris: Increasing the numbers of those who support Ty? Always good.
Serafina gives a small laugh that gives Chris a mixed signal.
Chris: I mean, I am sure that Bowen thinks that he is doing Ty a favor by joining up with us, but in the end he will just be another one of Ty’s tool. Just like S.H.I.T. and Alhazred.
Only the rain and the occasional huff and puff fill the airwaves between words.
Serafina: And what about King?
Chris: What about him?
Serafina: You said Bowen is a tool. Is James too?
Chris: Yes, but I think his role is more significant. I think Ty wants to motivate me by using James. Maybe even make me jealous.
Serafina: And why would you be jealous?
Chris: I don’t know.
Chris takes a huff and exhales smoke through the aperture in his lips.
Serafina: Well, I don’t think you have anything to be jealous about.
Was that a compliment? Or is she just playing some mind game. Before Chris can follow up on the comment, Serafina interjects.
Serafina: Do you think that you can beat Big Dave?
Big Dave is a big step-up from those that I normally fight. Ty had revealed earlier in the week that I would be facing WZCW’s first Triple Crown Champion. I can’t determine whether not Ty is sizing me up or if he is genuinely preparing for me to be a strong ally in his future. Neither scenario really matters at this point in my plan, but sometimes I desire to just pick apart his mind.
Chris notices that Serafina is watching him and it pulls him out of his thoughts.
Chris: Hopefully.
Chris takes a drag from his faithful stick.
Chris: It would make Ty happy, right?
Serafina: Would it make you happy?
Chris turns towards Serafina with a shocked expression.
What is this heresy? Did Ty set her up to this? Am I being played or is she actually opening up to me?
Chris: Why does it matter?
Serafina: It matters to me. I like to see you triumph.
Chris can’t believe what he is seeing as he sees Serafina, Ty’s Mistress of Chaos, blushing. This is it, the first time that Chris has fully taken in how beautiful Serafina is. Her now red cheeks shine below her beautiful slate-green eyes. Her pale complexion allows those features to glow as strands of jet black hair cover her face. Suddenly, her beauty is divided by a salty stream. A tear rolls down her cheek.
She pulls her cigarette to her mouth as she stands and steps out into the rain, hoping that Chris didn’t notice her tear and that it could blend in with the falling water. She flicks her soggy cigarette into the ground as she stubbornly faces away from Chris, but her direction is soon turned as she meets Chris in the middle of the ally way and in the rain. Chris, now cigarette-less, stares into Serafina, as she does the same to him.
The rain begins to weigh down their garments and hair. Years of torment and hurt rebound between the two damaged souls as fantastical chemistry begins to thread together. Like a cheesy movie, in the rain, after a long moment of silence, Serafina pulls Chris’ face in and plants a kiss on his lips. The moment is surreal.
And she is gone, pulled away and heading towards the metallic door. Chris turns his head and watches her as she disappears into the building. Soaked from head to toe, his mind becomes a field of chaos.
I am torn. Is this a trick by Ty or something deeper? Are all of the pieces truly falling into place? Ian and now Serafina? I thought she adored him, but has that love grown cold? Bliss is on my lips and I want more. Am I so reckless that I would just rush in after her and possibly destroy the plan that Ian and I had built so carefully?
Even the main plot escapes me, because now I can only think of one thing; beating Big Dave. Not because it gets me closer to destroying Ty, not because it will somehow springboard me into the main event scene, but because it matters to her. It matters to her because she wants to see me succeed; because she cannot bear to see me lose. Suddenly, I am a toddler and she is my crush. She doesn’t know a lick about my plan, but all I know is that I must beat Big Dave. I must win… for her.