I only did it to haveyou know where you stand

by Steven Angel December 3rd 2012, 6:44 pm

Disclaimer. I dont condone abuse towards women this is not the reason i am writing this type of rp line its just something to give Dave that little bit or of a character and a past, again i dont condone abuse towards women and anyone who abuses a woman is a bastard and deserves to die.

Hannah Curtis closed her eyes as her boyfriend's fist headed for her. Hannah felt the sting of the blow to her temple and bit her lip, trying as hard as she could not to cry out. Crying out would only make things worse, Hannah knew this. Another blow impacted with Hannah's skull and she felt her teeth bite through the tender flesh of her lower lip. The familiar taste of blood filled Hannah’s mouth as she sucked on her lip, still not wanting to open her eyes. Hannah knew I was far from finished using her as a punching bag. Another blow, this time an uppercut to her jaw, sent Hannah sprawling onto the floor of the hotel room. Hannah tried to collect herself, tried desperately to curl into a ball, but I wouldn't allow it. I was leaning over Hannah now, my hands wrapped around her throat. I lifted Hannah slightly before shoving her back down, her head hitting the floor hard. I continued doing this a few times but was rudely interrupted by someone knocking at the door. A low growl escaped my throat as I released Hannah and stood up. I kicked out at Hannah before moving over to open the door slightly – just enough to see the person on the other side without them being able to see in.

Dave- What?

I yelled, not caring who it was.

Shane- Whoa, chill, Dave. I was just wondering if you wanted to come to a bar with me or something?

Shane spoke up. I sighed, weighing up my options, before replying.

Dave- Yeah, alright, I could do with a drink. Give me ten minutes, Shane, and I'll meet you in the lobby.

I decided before slamming the door in Shane Riley's face.Hannah had stayed quiet, finally having curled herself into a ball on the floor. Austin walked over and stared down at her for a moment before spitting on her. He laughed as he walked into the bedroom to change. Hannah felt the familiar stinging in her eyes, meaning that tears were threatening to fall. She couldn't let it happen while he was there, couldn't let him see her being weak. A few minutes later, I emerged from the bedroom, dressed in a pair of tight, black jeans and a long sleeved, black shirt. I regarded Hannah with a small amount of disgust before heading for the door of their hotel room.

Dave- I'm going out. Clean yourself up before I get back.

I ordered before leaving the room and slamming the door. As soon as Hannah was sure I had gone, Hannah let out a sob of anguish. It was never meant to be like this, never! Hannah couldn't remember when things had become this bad between us. All Hannah knew was that she couldn't take much more. Hannah slowly uncurled herself and sat up, pulling her knees up to her chest. I wasn't the same person Hannah had fallen in love with almost three years ago. Now, I was some kind of monster. Hannah wanted to believe that I still loved her, assured herself that she'd seen glimpses of the caring person I once was. But, as Hannah sat alone in the hotel room, she knew those glimpses were getting further and further apart. Why couldn't Hannah just tell me she was leaving? Why couldn't she just go and never look back? The answer was simple, as horrible as I was lately, I still had Hannah’s heart. Hannah loved me with every fiber of her being. Wiping the tears from her eyes with the tips of her fingers, Hannah fought to keep herself under control. Hannah had always been told that she was a strong person but this torment was killing her, both emotionally and physically. Hannah didn't want to think about what would have happened if Shane hadn't arrived. And, to think, all this because Hannah had come to Manchester to surprise me. A hollow laugh escaped her lips as Hannah battled to get to her feet. Maybe her friends had been right. Maybe I didn't love her anymore. No, Hannah couldn't believe that, refused to entertain the notion any longer. I loved her, Hannah knew it, even if I didn't show it the way I used to. Walking into the bathroom, Hannah gasped as she spied her reflection in the mirror. Large bruises had already begun to appear on her neck, jaw and around her temple/eye region. Covering this lot up with makeup wouldn't be easy. Blood was still flowing from her lip, though it had lessened since she'd stopped sucking on it. After wetting a washcloth, Hannah tentatively wiped the blood off her chin and lip.

Hannah- Fuck. That's going to need stitches.

Hannah spoke hoarsely, the near strangulation causing her to bless every small amount of air she could now take into her lungs. After cleaning up the blood, changing clothes and covering the bruises on her face and neck as best she could, Hannah wondered what she should do next. Her lip really did need to be stitched but she had no idea where any hospitals could be found, being a stranger to Manchester. Finally, Hannah pulled her mobile from her bag and searched through its phone book to find someone who might be able to help. Taking as deep a breath as she could, Hannah hit the button to make the phone dial the number. The call rang a few times before being answered.

John- John here, talk to me.

John Strong's usual jovial greeting filled her ears.

Hannah- John, its Hannah... I kind of need a little help. Can you come to Dave’s room?

Hannah requested, forcing down a sob of despair.

John- Are you okay? What's happened?

John asked, concern in his voice.

Hannah- I'll explain when you get here. Please, Johns?

Hannah pleaded wincing with everyword

John- Is he there?

John wondered.

Hannah- No, he went out with Cass.

Hannah assured John whilst looking around the room to make sure that she was not mistaken and that I was near by.

John- Alright. See you shortly.

John said his goodbye before ending the call. Hannah dropped her mobile back into her bag and found the keys to her rental before zipping the bag up and hanging it off her shoulder. Hannah moved to the door and looked out the peephole, praying to see John rather than me returning early. A few moments later, John came into view and knocked on the door. Hannah turned the door handle and pulled the door open. John stared down at her for a moment before his eyes turned glassy and vacant. John pushed Hannah back into the room and closed the door before inspecting his friend's injuries. Even though Hannah tried to hide them, JOhn knew what to look for.

John-What the fuck happened this time?

John asked, moving the collar of Hannah's white polo shirt gently so he could see the bruising around her neck.

Hannah- I guess I pissed him off.

Hannah shrugged also trying to wonder the true reason for the attack and trying to make it seem not as bad as what it seems to be with her injures.

John- How?

John pushed but knew that Hannah would do her best to defend me.

Hannah- Um... by turning up here without calling first. I wanted to surprise him.

Hannah admitted before looking at the floor.

John- I'll fucking kill him. I don't care what excuse he thinks he has to hit you, it isn't valid. He should never lay his hands on you, Jess. Never.

John stated strongly. Hannah sighed.

Hannah- Can you avenge my honor later? I think my lip needs stitches and I might have a slight concussion from having my head hit the floor a few times.

Hannah informed him, feeling for the lump that was forming on the back of her head.

John- Yeah, come on, let's get you checked out. I'm driving, though.

John decided as he took her keys from Hannah. Hannah was about to protest but knew it would be futile. If Hannah did have a concussion, it would be safer to have John drive anyway. Hannah followed John out of the hotel room and towards the elevator, a dull headache starting to emanate from the back of her head. Hannah was tired, so tired, of calling on friends to help her after I had hurt her. If it wasn't John while she was visiting me in Manchester or Newcastle, then it was her best friend Gemma at home in Coventry. The drive to the nearest hospital was quiet, neither occupant of the car wanting to be the first to break the silence. Finally, as they pulled into the parking lot, John spoke up.

John- Why do you stay with him? I mean, this keeps happening and yet you don't leave him. I don't understand it, Hannah.

John queried. Hannah's brown eyes sparkled with unshed tears as she replied.

Hannah- I love him and I know, somewhere deep down, he loves me, too.

Hannah said simply without hesitation in her words.

John- Love isn't shared with a fist.

John tried to get Hannah to admit it to herself.

Hannah- Drop it, Johns. I just want to get my lip stitched up so I can go back to the hotel and get some sleep before Dave gets back.

Hannah brushed John’s concern aside.

John- Fine. Whatever you say.

John agreed through clenched teeth, letting Hannah know the discussion wasn't completely over. After getting her lip stitched and being checked for a concussion (she had a mild one), Hannah allowed John to lead her back to the car. Hannah knew John would start asking more questions and she wasn't exactly looking forward to it. Hannah was well aware that he was just trying to look after her, like any good friend would, but Hannah was more worried about how I would react if I found out that she'd talked to John.

John- So... now what?

John asked as he started the car. Hannah sighed.

Hannah- I need a rest. Back to the hotel, mister driver.

Hannah said joking with John but holding her head.

John- Fine, but you're staying in my room tonight.

John decided some time ago while in the hospital but when he spoke Hannah glared at him.

Hannah- I don't need to be babysat, John. I'll be alright.

Hannah assured John. This didn’t fool John. John was well used to her attitude. They'd been friends for years now, having met while me and John were touring the independent wrestling circuit. They'd formed a friendship quickly, often hanging out together while I went out drinking with anyone who invited me. John considered Hannah the closest thing he had to a sister and hated seeing her hurt in any way.

John- Fine, we'll have a movie night then. Pop some popcorn, get some drinks. What do you say?

John tried convincing Hannah.

Hannah- That's the same as you babysitting me and you know it. Besides, I'm too tired to focus on anything right now.

Hannah admitted knowing that John knew this as well.

John- Not even Johnny Depp?

John teased.

Hannah- Aw, well, when you put it that way... throw in Orlando Bloom as well and you'll have a deal.

Hannah gave in.

John- Pirates of the Caribbean it is, then.

John laughed as he headed for the local Blockbuster. Hannah waited in the car while John ran in to get the movie and popcorn. Hannah pulled her mobile from her bag and groaned as she saw she'd missed a call. Hoping it was Gemma, Hannah called her voicemail. The voice that blared through definitely wasn't that of her best friend.

Dave- Hannah, where the hell are you? Call me.

I commanded.

Hannah- Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Hannah mumbled as she ended that call and dialed my number.

Dave- Dave.

I said as I answered the call.

Hannah- Hey, baby, it's me.

Hannah told me, hoping she sounded calm.

Dave- Where the hell are you? I came back to the hotel and you weren't here.

I queried.

Hannah- I'm... um... John and I decided to watch a movie tonight so I drove him to Blockbuster. We'll be back in a little bit, babe. Want me to get you anything?

Hannah bluffed, hiding the fact that she'd been to the hospital with John.

Dave- Just get your ass back here. Tell John that plans have changed. No movie night.

I ordered.

Hannah- I can't do that... I mean, he's renting a movie right now. I haven't seen him in a while so I thought it would be good to catch up with him.

Hannah was trying to reason with me while nervously twirling a strand of her honey blond hair around one finger.

Dave- This isn't negotiable, Hannah. If you're not back here in ten minutes, I'll find you and John and beat the living shit out of him.

I threatened.

Hannah-Alright, alright. See you soon.

Hannah stated before I hung up on her.

Hannah- Asshole.

She mumbled as she threw her mobile back into her bag. Hannah slid over into the driver's seat and started the engine. Hannah could see John at the counter and knew he wouldn't be much longer. Hannah tapped one foot on the floor of the car in anticipation, wishing he'd hurry up. The last thing Hannah wanted was for John to become my next victim. As John left the Blockbuster, Hannah started backing the car out of the parking space. John managed to get in before Hannah drove off, tires squealing as she did. John looked over at Hannah and sighed.

John- He called, didn't he?

John guessed at the speed that Hannah was going.

Hannah- Yeah. Sorry, John, but I can't hang out with you tonight.

Hannah told him.

John- So, you're just going to blow me off and go get beat up some more? Stupid plan there, Hannah.

John replied, hoping Hannah would change her mind.

Hannah- Well it sure beats watching him hurt you.

Hannah reasoned as she took a turn rather quickly.

John-What? As if! He wouldn't try, Hannah. Dave gets his thrills from hitting a girl. As tough as you are, that's the truth and you know it.

John pointed out when Hannah glared at him for calling her a girl.

Hannah- Let's not test your theory, alright? I don't want you getting beat up for helping me.

Hannah said reasoning with John.

John- And what about when he sees the stitches in your lip? What excuse are you going to give him?

John wondered, knowing she had one in mind already.

Hannah- I'll tell him I hit it on one of the cupboards in the kitchen. Please, don't say anything about it to him. I go home in a couple of days and then everything will be fine.

Hannah assured John, although he thought Hannah was trying to convince herself of it more than him.
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Well to say that for me Dave Zombie that Legends of the Fall did not go the way that I had hoped is a understatement.

I am probably the longest serving wrestler in this company that has not won a single title. Look at London Carter was a champion and only been here a few shorts weeks if that.

Yes I want pain and torment to be what my opponent feels and what they suffer and that is what I want to have more then anything but I aint just hungry for blood and victims I am hungry for championships major or minor titles I don’t really care.

Some may wonder why I say this as it has become to be known that I share a body with Steven Angel. Yes, Yes I do I share a body with this man but that don’t mean I feel his pain, that don’t mean I feel his guilt or his pleasure and the same can be said for me, Steven don’t feel anything that happens to me. You see we are one of the same and the big difference is that when I am in charge I takecharge and Steven takes a back seat and when I am not incharge I want to be incontrol and there attacking people leaft right and centre.
I shall not babble on about winning the title and winning Ultimate Glory to head line Warrior games as if a smart person were to actually look deeper into these matches then they would see them for what they are I have seen them for what they are and what they mean to me.

To me the Battle Royal involving every member of the company that is currnently here fighting on all the shows in one match where there are no rules except there are no rules, This match can see anything being used from Barbwire to a cheese grater it really don’t matter what is used at the end of the night the true winner will stand tallest above all others.

You know if my career I have graced one main event and that was for the NLWF title against Nick and Jason and many say that this was and is where the feud for the title between these two actually started.
This is in the past and well at the time was something I never deserved. Back then I was a monster that was stupid dumb and pathetic, I lost matches I should of won and did things only a complete ass would do in completely swinging and missing people for no reason at all.

This time around I will get the taste of Championship gold wether that is the Freedom title at Ultimate Glory finding a tag partner and taking the tag team titles or going right after the world or the NLWF Champion I am taking gold.

People a match that I am in at Ultimate Glory will look at it and see the size of the task at hand with the amount of bodies in the match and the stipulations that are set in place me I don’t. I see loopholes and ways to punish my opponent and well as was proven at Legends of the Fall I don’t mind making holes in a Steel Cage.

James you come out and say that I am a knock off of the one true hardcore Legend? I aint a knock off of anyone and to have my name mentioned in the same breathe would be like a dream. But for me to have my name tainted in the same breathe is not a dream it is a war cry. You see disrespect me I wont talk you to death I will use my hands to kill you.

Damien, your right Steven did take my identity but in the same I took his. We are in the same body sharing one being and able to hear each other’s darkest secrets. Damien you say because my last name is Zombie I have a obsession with Zombies? Is this the same for the famous musician Rob Zombie? Why are you not asking does Jason Hawk have a thing for Hawks? James Shark got a thing for Sharks? Antony King got a thing for kings? No Damien it is a name plain and simple but I got to ask have you got a thing for a man who wears pink wrestling gear and bath robe and a towel who claims to be the savior of the masses or a african america John Cena look alike with your name? Again though you fail to realise that I have never said I sleep in a coffin or feast of the remains of dead animals to survive. No I do not do this I feast as everyone else on human food chicken, chips, salad, pasta to name a few. I will admit I didn’t expect to see the heartfrom you to ask if I have been or want to get with any women. If you have seen my past or actually look at anything that is written about me you will see that my history with women is not great there either quick to leave or they are pissing me off so I put them in there place. Speaking of that you are pissing me off and I will put you in your place come Ultimate Glory. Damien I have thought of a new hobby well speaking about you and that is at Ultimate Glory making you my bitch not just in the title match but also in the Battle Royal as well.

Hardcore, there is something that you need to know and know this well and know this now, What ever damage you do to me, I alone can feel it no one else not you not Steven. And well to have the pain and torment of being alone everyday is pain in it of its self and that is the worst pain then any attack that I have had done to me. Fuck I was burned in a cross by Carmine if I am not mistaken.

Glory is where i make my move and headline Warrior Games, winning the Freedom Championship will just be icing on the cake