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Scene 1- Extreme Champ.

I won my very first title... It's a bit unbelievable. At first, I wasn't sure if I could consider myself a good champion but I'm sure an intelligent one. Most people wouldn't count what I did as actually winning but I took an opportunity that was staring at me in the face. Some people have told me that this is joke title. How is that possible? For a title to be a joke? If it is then why even keep it around? I want to put something into this title. Hopefully, I can do that without only be viewed as a joke. Even as a champion I am also as invisible as before. Not sure if I am ready to take the final step into the spot light because then I know what comes next. Bigger challenges for myself as well as the rest of the roster. I'm not ready for the changes yet but I can't run away forever.

As I look down the long list of people inside that ring I haven't decided which one of them wants this shot more. All of them pawning after it rather greedily and for their own selfish reasons. While inside their minds they have picked out each other pointing fingers that one's intents are evil. Why would we do anything if it were not for ourselves? I see selfishness as our human nature. Nothing wrong with wanting this for ourselves... Still, I can't help but wonder which desire is more strong... Is it Gwen's want for her chance? Of course, I could say that for a number of them... It's hard to decide...

Perhaps my goal should be to take as many as possible down with me. It's obvious to me which people are going to push forward through the rest of us whether we want to admit it or not. Personally, being in denial about something isn't my style. Why waste my energy on trying to turn reality on its head when I can simply accept what is coming to me. There is no point! My time will not be wasted on trying to convince myself that I need a shot at the other title. I'm perfectly content with the goal of restoring this title by proving that I'm the champion for a good reason. I won because I'm smart. I knew the goal of that match. This time the goal is to drag people down. There is no one target because none of them have actually done anything against me nor me to them. Where it stands I am, as they say, sitting pretty.

Most of them are focused on each other to even notice me. I'm sure Gwen's going to be a large target along with Zoey. The rest of them are threats in their own minds, being there but not a main focus quite yet. Not that I'm blind enough to say any of them aren't a challenge. Each one of them are going to be a problem...

Suppose the new Extreme Champ has to prove her marks.

I'm going to be 'proving' things until I leave. We all are. Even Lacey has something to prove still and why should she? It's strange... but it always makes the fight more enjoyable, I think. To also be pushing yourself to a new limit. That is what this serves for me. Something to test just how far i'm will to go in a single moment of time...

Scene 2- Home?

Even with the cool ocean breeze it felt warm. The beach still had groups but it wasn’t as packed as it used to be. It was calming for once. No more dizzying noises or so many people that it was hard to find a spot to ‘set up camp’. Sophia Halter dug her feet down into the sand where it was cooling, the female wished she could somehow sink down into the sand to cool off her hot shoulders. With hands outreached, fingers wiggled while the brunette stretched before her chin propped against her knees. It was quiet when a figure stopped next to Sophia, the figure blocked the sun, and with no word he sat down.

“ Had a feeling I’d find you here.”

Sophia shifted, her eyes trailing over to regard Devin but it was brief.

“... It’s nice here. Quiet.”

He nodded his head, looking out at the water. Finally her eyes went over to watch the wind brush through his brown locks. The sun blinded her slightly but it added a glow around his handsome features.

“It’s become my favorite place to relax.”

A small smile crept on her face and the brunette titled to her head to hide it from him.

“Mine too…”

Dev turned his head, a small smile growing on his face as well.

“So what brings you out here, today? You seem like you were in a bit of a daze, there.”

“I didn’t want to be inside today… People were yelling again. I needed some air. Some quiet. You know how I am…”

“Oh… Yeah, I don’t blame you. If you want to be alone, I can scoot on out of here.”

Sophia straightened up, her hand reached out to grab a hold of his shoulder a little tighter than intended. Immediately, she retracted her hand. This didn't seem to bother him in the least because he didn't flinch or shoot a nasty look in her direction.

“N-no… I don’t want quiet. I’d rather have you here… I like having you here.”

He smiled again completely un- phased by Sophia's grip on his arm seconds ago.

“I like being here.”

Leaning back on his hands, he looked back out at the water. The waves rolled onto the shore silently dragging shells back into the sea and washing foot prints.

“Especially with you..”

A small frown appeared but it came from confusion rather than being upset. Over the last few times they had been together it didn't make sense to why he enjoy her company.

“Why?”

He gave a small shrug of his shoulders as if dismissing the strange sound of her voice.

“Just makes it… Better. I kinda think of it as ‘our’ spot now.”

“Our spot…”

She marveled. This was the exact reason why she loved being at the beach these days. Somehow Devin would always appear to be with her. They would often lay under the stars being lulled by music and it was... wonderful.

“Devin, can I ask you something?”

“Sure. Anything.”

“How do you deal with me?”

Sophia lowered her legs, finally freeing her feet from the sand. The question lingered in the air until she finally continued with some hesitation.

“I mean… It’s not like I’m unaware what is wrong with me… Normally people don’t know how to handle it. You… seem almost unaffected.”

“I know you have your bad days, Sophia. My dad was a psychologist so I’ve heard a lot about how people act and why.”

He turned his head to regard her again. His tone nonchalant.

“I have a cousin who is bi-polar. Much like everything in life, you just have to take the bad with the good. You know how the saying goes; ‘If you can’t handle someone at their worst, you don’t deserve them at their best.’”

She looked away a bit ashamed. His reasoning wasn't incorrect but normally people did not have to deal with a roller coaster problem. Highs were amazing but the lows were almost not worth the small moments of happiness.

”I don’t believe that… There are some things people just shouldn’t have to suffer through.”

“Guess it all depends on how much you care about the person..”

“That’s nonsense… Do you remember last night?”

Sophia’s voice cracked the mood shifted. The memory of the accident last night. Devin had misspoke for just a moment but that was all it ever took with her...

“When I threw a plate at you?! How is that worth it? B-because you care? Does that really make any of me worth it?”

He stared at her, giving her a sincere look. Sophia flinched a bit, a scowl appeared as she turned to face away from him again.

“...Yeah… It does… To me…”

“Have you ever thought about long term? This is never going to end Devin…”

It was a constant struggle of attempting to remove him from her life. It was better for him to leave and it would safe from the amount of pain she could inflict.

“Can I counter that with a question of my own?”

“Sure.”

“What if the shoe was on the other foot. What if it was me?”

Sophia scrunched her eyebrows, nose wrinkled up as she pondered his question. How could she place herself in his position? If she could keep one emotion for more than a few fleeting seconds then perhaps she could realistically answer. Could she then deal with Devin constantly changing from happy, to sad, to angry, to content and everything else? Would she still feel the same about him? It was strange to imagine suddenly losing the warmth she felt with him around-- even if he threw something at her. There was something about Devin that was indescribably comforting.

“I … I don’t think it’d make me change how I feel about you. Or the desire to be around you…”

He gave her a look like ‘see what I mean?’which she glanced down at her hands that were picking at the hem of her shirt.

“Yes I have thought about it. I know it’s not going to end. And I never expect it to change. And that’s okay. Because yes… You are worth it.”

Sophia scooted over and rested her head against his shoulder. For a minute or two they remained silent. Finally a smile on her face. There was something unrealistically special about how strange he made her feel. It both warmed the woman and frightened her. Devin provided something odd to her life a type of balance that refused to wobble even when most people would. Though she hated it, Sophia imagined the feeling he gave her was similar to the way people felt when they spoke of home. A place where you went to be safe and loved; only her home was never a place...

“I’m glad I met you.”

She chuckled at her random comment but Devin never seemed to mind. He let out a small chuckle as well, putting an arm around her shoulder.

“Well, I’m glad I met you too.”

Scene 3- Concern.

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier But I'm holding on for dear life, won't look down, won't open my eyes Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I'm just holding on for tonight Help me, I'm holding on for dear life, won't look down, won't open my eyes Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I'm just holding on for tonight On for tonight

Sophia spread her hands out against the cold carpet, warm palms rubbed through the short fluff. The radio was on humming out a song. Dark, chocolate eyes stared up at the ceiling admiring the small image that had been painted up there. A blurred figured with their limbs gracefully spread as if they were doing ballet. A smile appeared as those eyes slowly closed to block it out. For a moment, Sophia wished should could dance like that or even feel that strange freedom of moving along with the music. Her lips moved, mouthing out the words to the song before a knock hit against the door. The brunette popped up from her spot on the floor before she hurried over to the door. Soph smoothed down her shirt then opened up the door to see Evan...

“Hey, pretty lady.” Acting normal, that wouldn’t work for long. Evan’s dark jacket was matted to his side, a dark spot forming under the clutches of both his arms. He knew Sophia wasn’t stupid, she’d notice, but..play it off, act natural, like it’s not that bad, maybe she’d leave it alone. He hid the pain on his face and he leaned in to peck her cheek. “You alone?”

“Mhm..” Her voice trailed as both eyes closed when his lips touched against her cheek. Sophia ushered him inside before the door was shut and locked. Could never be too careful in this building. For a moment, both of her hands remained on the lock and door knob. She glanced over her shoulder to watch him shuffle forward, a small stumble that he tried to come up by tapping the tip of his boot against the floor. Sophia swallowed, feet dragged behind him before she gently wrapped both arms around his waist. Flat hands pressed to his chest the other to his stomach, “Does this hurt?”

Evan tried his hardest to suppress a cry, letting it only come out as a whimper. He just barely managed to stay on his feet. “No! No. Not at all!” His voice was high pitched from the pain coursing through him, but ignoring it was the best he could do. He clutched at her hands, trying his best to move them away. “Just scared me. Yeah.” He was a horrible liar when it came to Sophia.

“... I don’t believe you.” Sophia mumbled, refusing to move her hands. “You never push me away unless you’re hurt.” There was a subtle crack in her voice as she restrained the urge to grab a hold of his shirt and press her face into him. Slowly, Sophia lowered her hands from Evan’s, assumed, wounded areas. Without another word, the brunette disappeared into the small bathroom to find her first-aid kit.

Evan sighed in relief, the pain lessening almost instantly. He knew there wasn’t much point in fighting her any further on this, he simply removed his bloodied jacket with little struggle. “It’s not THAT bad…” he called out to her. He stumbled into the living room, having left his jacket on the floor. He knew getting his shirt off was going to be difficult, the formerly white cotton turning red up to the breast pocket. “It’s just a scratch!”

Rummaging through the small cabinet proved harder than thought. Somehow everything was stacked oddly. Sophia struggled to remove the first-aid kit at first. Both hands grabbed a hold, feet up against the wooden frame as she tugged. It sprung free causing random things to spill out and the brunette fall backwards smacking the back of her head against the wall. Sophia yelped, body curled up from the abrupt pain. Luckily it faded away after a minute. “Evan,” She walked out from the bathroom still rubbing the back of her head, “I don’t think you know what a scratch is…” Sophia’s mouth fell open when she saw him. Her eyebrows scrunched up with a look of concern.

Evan lowered himself down onto a chair, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. The blood was slightly dried in some places, fresh in others, causing it to stick to his skin and wound. “I do. This is totally a scratch. How’s your head?” He was trying so, so hard to remain calm and more importantly, normal. Once the final button had come undone, he dropped the shirt to the floor...there were bite marks across his chest, and two large gashes on his stomach and rib area.

Sophia’s eyes drifted from wound to wound but they didn’t stop her from kneeling in front of him. Fingers fumbled with the latch before she pulled out the bandages. “My head is fine. Just a little sore.” She hopped up from her location on the floor to rush into the kitchen. Sophia tried to keep her mind off of what could have done that to him… She always did. Normally it would just upset her. Washcloth, washcloth into the hot water and add just a little bit of soap to it. That is the best way to clean a wound. Random facts flashed through her mind. It was as if Soph had put her self on auto-pilot to help him. Evan flinched when the cloth touched against the first spot on his chest. A blank expression took over her features while she dabbed it to each spot washing the blood from Evan’s body.

“Easy, easy!” His pain was evident now, no use hiding it anymore. He’d been hurt worse, much worse, but he never had anyone to worry about him before, and he wasn’t quite sure how to take it. He was happy on one hand, but at the same time he was..he wasn’t sure. He was upset with himself, for upsetting her. “I missed you.” He finally said with a sigh, much more calm. The stinging sensation of the soap and water becoming much easier to deal with the more she did it. Losing a fight with a dog, getting stabbed again… She must be thinking he’s insane, but he already knew he was.

Sophia set the bloody cloth into the top of the kit. It was replaced with small patches of gauze that she placed over his wound then tapped it against his skin. Sophia didn’t respond to him at first, too focused on the current task at hand. It almost too more importance than speaking. Surprisingly, the brunette appeared to know what she was doing but then again how hard was it to put gauze onto someone’s body? Evan was patched up, for now. All the blood hidden away beneath white patches. Sophia’s head fell against his legs, hands limp at her side while tears finally dripped down her cheeks wetting his jeans. The sight of him hurt exhausted her emotionally. All the concern finally weighing her down. Sophia didn’t understand his job or why he had to be injured due to whatever it was.

Evan was hurt, tired, but he knew that she was hurting just as bad, just in a different way. He groaned in pain, but bent over enough to lift Sophia off the floor and pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Shh, shh...don’t cry. Please. Please don’t. Because then I’ll cry, and it’ll be like I was watching Titanic all over again..” He held her close to his chest, his grip seemingly unbreakable. “Lord knows that movie did crazy things to me.”

Sophia assisted him when he pulled her help against him then dropped her head against his shoulder. This had, strangely enough, sapped all of her strength. However, for him, the tears ended but the frown on her beautiful features didn’t faded until he continued speaking. A soft giggle left the female while she wiped away her own tears without leaning up. Being against him was reassuring, having the knowledge that he was breathing and healing up. Soph picked her head up. “I’m going to have to re-treat the wounds later on…” Brown eyes glanced left then right. “Are you hungry?”

Evan laughed, then grimaced in pain. “Me? Hungry? I’m always hungry.” His arms stayed put around her, refusing to let her go. “But I’m pretty cool like this, too.” He was actually being needy, something he didn’t quite know he could be. Hell, his walls always had a habit of coming down around Sophia, but not quite like this. It was much too comfortable, too safe and normal, too right. In his mind, it shouldn’t end. His body wouldn’t let it end, but his stomach...well, the growling gave him away.

“I can warm up left-overs!” This seemed to instantly cheer Sophia up. All the sadness wiped away as if it had never been bothering her. As careful as possible her hands grabbed a hold of the back of the chair to keep her stable, her leg slid backwards, followed by the other one and she smiled down at him. Sophia twisted around hurrying back into the kitchen to open up the fridge. It was mostly empty aside from a small thing of milk and small containers of food. She pulled out one that held a thing of day old lasagna. It was plated and set into the microwave. Softly, Sophia hummed along with the radio, swaying side to side with the rhythm. When her glances fell into the living it was like a bucket of cold water… His bloodied jacket and shirt on the floor. “Evan…? Can you stay here for the night?” If he stayed with her then he’d be safe…

Evan laughed, watching Sophia with tired eyes. His...work had kept him awake the last few days, injured for the last eight hours. Staying would be the best course of action, but he wasn’t sure if he could. He was afraid to stay, afraid that there would be questions. Too many questions. “I.. I don’t want to impose or anything, Sophia. I showed up kinda unannounced.” His yawn made his words come out awkwardly, which brought a smile to his face. “But, your bed is pretty damn comfortable…”

“I like the company and it is very cozy.” Sophia assured him while turning her attention back to the food in the microwave. Plus, the last time he had been injured Evan had fainted… Sophia didn’t like the track record. She was lucky Devin had rushed over that night. The microwave beeped alerting the two it was done warming the food back up. Sophia opened up a drawer to grab a fork then removed the plate and returned to the living room. “Here you go.” She handed it over, “It’s hot.” Soph quickly added.

“It’s not the only hot thing in this room.” Evan said under his breath. He took the plate with a smile, placing it on his lap. He allowed it to cool for a few moments before taking his first bite, then another, and another… He couldn’t help but feel he was eating like a pig. “Y’know, Soph, I’ve been eating nothing but chips and candy since the last time I was here. Pretty crazy, right?” He looked at her with a smile, chewing on more of the lasagna. She really could cook with the best of them, at least in his mind, not that he had much to compare it to.

Sophia had plopped down in front of him picking at the peeling design on her shirt. If it would only peel off fully then it wouldn’t bother her so much… She tilted her head at the sound of her name, eyes looked up, “Why don’t you cook food for yourself? Or eat fast food?” On the corner of his mouth was some sauce. Sophia resisted the urge to reach up and wipe it off. Brown eyes quickly fell to the floor again.

“Work has kept me too busy. Grabbing a bag of chips and a couple bags of Skittles at a gas station is faster than anything else.” He shoved more of the lasagna into his mouth, dropping crumbs onto his pants, some even sticking to his bandages. “Nothing compares to your cooking, anyway. I’m pretty fond of it.” He finished off the plate of food with glee, gently patting his stomach to indicate he was full.

“Well, thank you.” Sophia reached up to take the plate from him. As she passed, her thumb wiped the sauce from the corner of his mouth. “Do you want something to drink?” For some reason Soph wonder if this is what her mother felt like when taking care of her father. Often times they only acted happy when Soph was hidden away inside her room. It seemed to give her mother life and a smile. All the kindness would be gifted to her father easily… Sophia wiped the sauce off the rim of the plate before setting it down into the sink.

Evan rose from the chair, feeling the need to walk a bit after having some real food for the first time in days. “Got any beer?” he asked with a grin. Alcohol was a crutch for him, he knew it, but everyone needed one at times. Between Sophia and a couple cold ones, he could salvage what was left of the horrible week. “I mean, if not…” He thought for a moment, “Pepsi?”

Sophia frowned but not due to a bad mood but trying to remember what form of alcohol she owned. “I don’t have any beer… or pepsi… but,” She reached up to remove a half full bottle of Captain Morgan, “I do have this.” The liquid sloshed when she held it out to Evan so he could decide whether or not he wanted to have any or not.

Evan almost squealed at the sight. He took the bottle and unscrewed the lid with no hesitation. “I love you.” He was looking at the bottle as he said it, but he was quite clearly directing it toward his friend. He put the bottle to his lips and took a swig, and then another as soon as he swallowed. He offered it back to Sophia with a grin, asking if she wanted anything without using any words.

Sophia hesitated recalling her last hangover as if it was earlier that day. Regardless, her hand reached out to take the neck of the bottle. The strong stretch of bitterness hit the brunette’s nostrils but was ignored when she tossed her head back taking a long sip. It burnt running down her throat making a chill follow. Shortly after there was two more sips taken before Sophia handed it back to Evan with a smile.

With one final sip, Evan twisted the cap back onto the bottle then sat it down on the table. The warmth of the rum had his blood heated, his face turning slightly red as if by embarrassment. Between the pain, and the happiness, the alcohol running through him created a balance between the two in some odd way. He took a few steps closer to Sophia, closing the gap between them to almost nothing. “You know, Sophia, I do love a woman who can drink.” He smiled warmly, leaning over ever so slightly. He’d waited weeks for this moment, to finally have the courage, the timing… Before he could go any further, his forehead made contact with hers, a thump forcing them apart.

This caused a soft grunt to leave Sophia’s lips, foot taking a step away from him as she touched her somewhat sore forehead. “Are you okay?” She asked, chuckling, her free hand reached up to touch his forehead with some concern. Evan gave her a short nod and an almost sheepish smile. She reached down to take the bottle from him and place it back onto the shelf. Suddenly the room tilted left and right. Another giggle left her throat as if the shift was entertaining. Sophia moved past Evan to turn to music up a bit louder. The two of them washed away the semi-awkward moment with laughter while they listened to music...