Post by Jessica | Rémiel on Mar 10, 2018 0:38:41 GMT -5
// Collaboration credit goes to MARTIN KARLOFF. Enjoy! //
REMI FONTAINE
Chapter 1-4: Hit ‘Em Where It Hurts!
West Coast Genesis HYPE 010 Vs. Jack Wilde
Third Person View!
“There’s a memory… of how we used to be…
That I can see through the flames…”
That song. It’s been stuck in his head ever since he heard it Sunday night. No matter how many times he tries to shake it off, it doesn’t go away. The vocals only get louder.
Remi Fontaine stares at the practice ring within a training facility in Santa Rosa, California. In his mind, he visualizes a steel cage around the ring and he thinks back to the Cage Match involving his Aunt Xaria and Johnny Maverick on the Paris Dissension.
So much violence.
So much gore.
“I am hypnotized as I fantasize,
Forgetting lies and pain.”
“...that’s not the Xaria I know.” He shakes his head slowly. “Not the Xaria I grew up watching in Paris, Mont-Saint Michel, Rome, and Venice. Not the Xaria I learned was my family four years ago. Where did she go? W-what happened to her…?”
He doesn’t understand. He can’t begin to comprehend the fury she unleashed. The darkness, the viciousness, and the freezing coldness… Nothing of this makes any sense to him. He looks down at himself, suited up in his ring attire before he begins to approach the ring. He turns around and that’s when the young man realizes there’s a camera recording nearby.
“A camera? This isn’t a promo. I know I’m set to face Jack Wilde tomorrow night, but...”
“Relax, Remiel. Act as if it weren’t even here.” Daniel says as he emerges from the shadows. It’s the first time Remi has seen Daniel without a suit on, instead wearing a black polo shirt and khakis. He’s still leaning on a walking stick. He’d been listening the whole time. Remi would have to remember one day how he keeps pulling that Ninja act at nearly seven feet tall and on bum knees. If Remiel were to look behind him he’d notice that Martin had also appeared and was in the ring in basketball shorts, a t-shirt, and sneakers. When he does look behind him, he jumps a little and moves back defensively.
“Whoa!”
“Step in the ring with Martin and lock up with him,” Daniel says.
“But I can’t…
Go…
Back. . .”
Remi swallows uneasily. It’s not the first time he’s sparred with his uncle. In fact, he was placed in a handicap scenario against him and Xaria back in late-December before the move to Santa Monica. Suffice to say, it was one of the most painful sparring sessions of his life. He doesn’t hesitate too long as he jumps onto the ring apron and climbs into the ring through the ropes. Being smaller in every way, Remi hesitates to lock up with Martin, but he does so and looks to try and contest him in strength.
This will not end well.
Martin easily overtakes Remi and scoop slams him hard onto his back. The loud slam echoes throughout the mostly empty room.
“To answer your questions about your Aunt… firstly I will inform you that Johnathan has a way of pulling that sort of thing out of people. Get up. Lock up again.” Daniel says with a hand gesture directed to Remi.
Remi winces, still adjusting to the pain reception, and he blinks for a moment. He gets to his feet and locks up with Martin again, gritting his teeth. “I seriously doubt this is all Johnny’s fault. Come on, the guy just wants to move on…” Remi mutters a little.
“Well, there is… a bit more to it than that. Slam him harder and tell him, Martin.” Daniel says. At Daniel’s urging Martin scoop slams Remi once more and indeed it is much harder than the first time. The young man visibly cringes and simply lays there for a minute.
“I discovered... Xaria had been skipping her medication. The situation has been rectified.” Martin says, standing over the downed Remi.
“...wait, what?” This captures Remi’s attention in a way that forces him to get on his feet faster than usual. “Why would she stop taking her medication? That’s unhealthy. Her Schizophrenia…”
He knows and understands the mental health condition. He’s done research on it over the course of time. You can see the wheels in his head turning and he looks to Daniel. “She intentionally skipped her medication to allow her dark urges to take over. She must have thought being in control would have only slowed her down. But that’s… that’s dangerous.”
Was her hatred for Johnny Maverick so strong that she had to stop taking Seroquel? Remi shakes his head and frowns. “Dad was right… she needed help.”
“Obviously if we knew she had been skipping her medication things would have gone very differently that night.” Daniel insists. He sounded sincere. Martin nods. Remiel knows Martin wouldn’t have let that happen if he knew. Martin ties up with Remi once more and slams him to the mat even harder.
“Ow!” Remi grimaces and shakes his head.
“You’d better be up fast, Remiel. There are people who don’t like you as much as Martin does that want to slam you much harder than that.” Daniel says.
Gritting his teeth, Remi gets back to his feet and locks up with his uncle again. He seems to go for another contest of strength before he feigns out of his grasp and sends a harsh kick to his chest.
“I’m not a power wrestler.”
He delivers another kick, this time to the abdomen, and he exhales sharply.
“Speed. It’s all about speed. I can deal with Wilde just fine. I’ve got this.” There’s a touch of cockiness to his voice, but at the same time, he’s not entirely sure.
“Martin,” Daniel says. Martin responds by leveling Remi with a MASSIVE lariat. Remi lets out a pained groan and hisses through his teeth.
“You’ve incorrectly assumed the point of today's lesson, Remiel. Martin is going to beat you and you are going to keep getting back up. The longer you stay down each time the more he is going to hurt you.” Daniel says. He nods to Martin who remains at the ready for Remi to stand.
“You’ve gotta be kidding…” Remi shakes his head and gets back to his feet not a moment later. He takes a deep breath and moves for another kick, but his right leg is caught and his eyes widen. “Shit--”
‘Shit’ was right as Martin catches his foot, slams it down, and nails him with another lariat.
“I mean, or you could just stay down. Like I can tell you want to. You’re so eager to just give up these days. Just say the word and give up and I’ll find another young star to make the biggest name in this company and then the world. All you have to do is look me in the eyes and tell me you give up.” Daniel says, leaning on his cane.
The young man releases a sharp exhale as his hits the mat yet again, his body tensing from the impact. He looks up towards his uncle before he pushes himself back up after a moment. He breathes deeply, raises his hands, and moves into a ready stance. Daniel’s words burn into the back of his mind and he narrows his eyes.
“Give up against some kid who’s been quiet? No way! I’m not going to give up!” He clenches his fists and exhales slowly. “I can’t lose again… I won’t lose again…”
“Biggest mistake. You continue to make it your goal to ‘not lose’. Your goal should be to win. I know that sounds like semantics but there is an important distinction to be made there. Martin, do something terrible.” Daniel says.
Martin locks up with Remi and pulls him onto his shoulders and quickly drops down to nail Remi with the ‘Ritual Disembowelment’ Fireman's Carry jumping gutbuster.
Remi yells out in pain, the sound traveling through the empty training facility. He collapses onto the match after such ferocity and doubles over, clutching his ribs and his sides. He breathes in through his nose and struggles not to cough as he shakes his head. “Fuck! Ugh…”
“Language, Remiel. This is a place of Worship.” Daniel says.
“...tch…” He was not prepared for this. He was not prepared for this and yet he pressed his hands down onto the mat and forced himself to get up. He hisses through his teeth and straightens himself, moving back into a defensive stance once again. “Come on… is that it?”
“Of course it isn’t, and any further attempts to ‘say something cool’ are going to be met with further violence at your next lesson….but as it stands? This lesson is nearly over. Look over here for a moment.” Daniel says, snapping his fingers. Remi does so. “Shouldn’t have done that,” Daniel adds. Remi’s eyes widen and he turns back to Martin to find the man’s hand in his mouth, locking in a Mandible Claw.
Instinctively, Remi seizes Martin’s wrist and tries to pull his hand out from his mouth. He feels the immense pressure on the nerve and he can’t react with a bite. He groans and visibly shakes, throwing knees against Martin’s abdomen, anything to try and break the hold. “!!”.
“Please understand you needed to be taught this lesson, Remiel. This is for your own good. All beautiful flowers must be planted into the ground before they can grow,” Daniel says. He nods to Martin who takes Remi to the mat with an STO, nailing him with The Amityville Horror.
“If it wasn’t just made abundantly clear to you, this time you may stay down,” Daniel adds.
His uncle’s finishing move is vicious. Remi’s never experienced it until now. He can see why his aunt never wanted her husband to do this to him. The excruciating pain that travels throughout his body flatlines him on the mat. The young man lays there, his blue eyes staring up at the ceiling for a second before they lull shut.
Jack Wilde,
You must understand. This isn’t a game to me. I’m not here to wrestle “just for fun”.
I’m a second-generation wrestler trained by Xaria Karloff and Tyberius King, represented by Daniel Daemon to become someone greater.
I need to represent West Coast Genesis and create my own legacy with my own name. You are the beginning of an example I need to make in this company. I need to evolve. I need to win. I need to prove to myself that I have what it takes to become one of the best in the modern industry of wrestling.
This is my future, Jack. This is what I want more than anything else in the world. You don’t have the heart that I do. You don’t belong here.
Go home and be a father to your daughter.
Signed,
Rémiel Alessandro Fontaine