Below is a the character information for Pat Dwyer, and also a three roleplay series I did in my time at Core Wrestling. All offers can be posted below, and to get into contact with me either PM me on these boards, email me at pat_16_dwyer@hotmail.com or contact me on AIM- xxdistinctxx....thanks for your time.
-Pat
Pat Dwyer
Real Name: Patrick Thomas Dwyer
Nick Name: 'Destruction'
Birthdate: August 29th 1979
Hometown: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Height: 5'11
Weight: 235lbs
Sex: Male
Status: Heel
Entrance Music: 'Lip Gloss and Black'by Atreyu
Medical Records
Natural hair color: Blonde (Currently Brown)
Natural Eye Color: Blue
Blood Type: AB+
Body Fat Percentage: 4%
Latest Illness: Pneumonia
Latest Injury: Broken Collar Bone
Information
Wrestling Style: Mixed Martial Arts
Favorite Workout: Cardio or Mat Wrestling
Striking Moves: Spinning Elbow Smash, Haymaker, Jab, Uppercut, Hook Punch, Roundhouse Kick, Leg Sweep, Drop Kick to Knee
Grapple Moves: Snap Suplex, German Suplex(sometimes multiple), Belly-to-Belly Suplex, Single Arm DDT, Half Nelson Suplex, Front Russian Leg Sweep, Spinebuster, Leg Takedown, Capture Suplex
Submission Moves: Single Leg Crab, Arm Bar, Texas Cloverleaf, Single Leg Lock, Inverted STF, Mounted Punches, Rear Naked Choke, Bow and Arrow
High Risk Maneuvers: (Rarely does these) Axe Handle Smash, Elbow Drop, Diving Shoulder Tackle, Guillotine Leg Drop
Setup Move: Last Scoop (Powerslam/Reverse DDT Combination)
Finisher: Rocky Road (Powerbomb to Face Smash)
Career History
Other Federations: XCWF, RaGE, NBW, VTW, CHZ, EWF
Other Federations Championships: VTW World Champion, XCWF Extreme Champion x 3, XCWF Junior Heavyweight Champion, Core Tag Team Champion,
History
On August 29th 1979, a new child was born to the world, in Toronto Ontario Canada. No one on earth ever could've imagined what this child would accomplish throughout his life, but throughout time and patience, he had accomplished a fair bit more then ever expected by anyone. It'd take years for all of the talent to be discovered, however within time he was famous worldwide!
This newborn son dating back on August 29th 1979 was Patrick Thomas Dwyer, a legend unknown to the world at the time, but during his days of growth and development, as said before, would soon be a legend in the minds of all. Growing up in Toronto, of course he had lived the life of every young Canadian boy, enrolling in hockey at a young age, playing it all the way up through high school, even into the beer leagues afterwards.
After he had completed high school however, beer league hockey wasn't the only thing that he had going for him. He'd been attending school at Sir Sanford Fleming College, located in Peterborough Ontario. Gaining himself a degree in journalism, he had found other interests while he was in college. Not partying or anything similar to there interests, but he ran into someone that would help change his career path forever. This somebody was named Chris Coe, whom had a huge effect on the life of Pat Dwyer throughout his beginning of the new life.
Chris had steered Pat into a new path; one that had intrigued him as he watched it on television during his childhood, that new path would be to becoming a wrestler! His newfound friend had met a few guys in college that had connections to a wrestling school based out of Toronto, and they both figured they'd try it out, see how it goes. Might as well take the opportunity while it's given to them, and it was only wrestling, couldn't be too hard, right?
After the first week Chris had already given up on wrestling, but encouraged Pat to continue on trying his best to succeed. It didn't take much to convince Dwyer to continue his quest to training to be a wrestler however, he didn't need encouragement, and already he was striving to mold himself into an all-around good wrestler.
With the need of committing himself to wrestling even further, he had to either drop school or hockey, and with no education he found himself useless, so he had to stop playing hockey. One of the most disappointing times of his life, but to this day he'll occasionally play when given an opportunity.
Once out of college, deciding a degree in Journalism wasn't for him, Dwyer decided continuing to wrestle in small independent promotions in lower parts of Canada, just try to get all the experience he could rack up, while conditioning and getting himself ready towards the big time.
It wasn't until 1999, at the age of 19, just later in that year, that Dwyer would finally have the thing that'd help mold him as a wrestler. Chris Coe, his best friend that's already been introduced, was going through to be a lawyer, and decided that he'd be willing to help Dwyer negotiate, and find a good place to train. With this, Dwyer
By the age of 22, he had found his first home in wrestling, EWF, wrestling under the alias of 'The Destroyer'. It wasn't anything special, but it was a step up, televised matches, some decent competition, things were starting to get going in this young mans career. With a few months of wrestling there, and nothing beginning to prosper, he'd decided it was time to move somewhere he could possibly make something of himself.
With his career started off but not blooming, he'd seen a group that may just help him! That group was named the Canadian Elite, full of young talents like himself, they were an inter-federation stable, an alliance made up of wrestlers from all over Canada. Instead staying in separate federations like the plan had started off, they all collaborated into one, introducing Pat Dwyer to the dominate and well known Xtreme Championship Wrestling Federation (XCWF). Soon after this collaboration however, the Canadian Elite disbanded, forcing most of the stars to leave XCWF, leaving few such as Dwyer, Shannon York, Royce Manthers and Mark Blaze.
In this federation still known as The Destroyer, Pat Dwyer had become an upcoming superstar, throughout the year and a half of being there; he had accomplished quite a bit next to the beginning of his career. Within the first stint there he had completed getting himself his first singles title, the XCWF Junior Heavyweight Championship, which he had competed many times over this time period with Mike Dupnik over it.
The second time he had battled in the XCWF, after a shoulder injury, he had risen straight up to the top after a great comeback. With capturing a few wins, he managed to win the XCWF Extreme Title on three different occasions, being one of the most numerous timed Extreme Champion.
Not only was the XCWF stint of Pat Dwyer involving title experience, but he also had another experience, a midlife crisis, one that would almost put him in the gutter. The flashbacks of his lifetime had him in nothing but a trance, changing him from the cut superstar look to the slob of an ice cream man. The fans loved this transformation however, the ever so beloved superstar handing out ice cream to them all, but they didn't understand the insanity behind it.
He had sorted things out after the closure of XCWF, taking the time off between then and his next adventure in wrestling. First having him begin to help run the extension to XCWF, No Boundaries Wrestling, helping out in the office helped him regain his mental state. No longer troubled by his midlife crisis, successfully getting through it all through the help of his girl Kristen, and other friends involved in the XCWF system, not needing any professional help, just the help of others that loved him
After recovering from all of this, he decided that running a federation just wasn't anything of his tastes, and the fact that his physical state wasn't quite as highly recognized as before, he must re-involve himself with the wrestling industry. Merging himself into the federation he had built, getting back into physical condition was no problem with the support of his loving family, and also his best friend Chris, whose never left his side during his whole career.
Winning the World Championship in NBW was the biggest event in his career, setting him up for a great time in the wrestling business. This was what he had always worked for, and now after many years of wrestling hard, he had finally excelled to the top. When Version Two Wrestling was created, and the Entertainment Company known as RaGE emerged, they were a driving force in wrestling. Dwyer had continued to be world champion, having a dispute with Shawn Kain, a situation where both of whom were well respected and respected one another, but in this case could not help but to see their could only be one dominant champion!
Since the closure of RaGE, Pat Dwyer hadn't even considered stepping into the wrestling circle, this was before he was introduced to Core Wrestling. He had a short stint there of maybe 3 months, but during that team he and arch nemesis Chris Collins teamed up to become the Tag Team Championships, and successfully being undefeated in the federation until he chose to leave, and continue his verge to nbW.
While in nbW, Pat Dwyer had been a changed man. He went from the man that pleased the fans to the jerk that turned on them!
no brand Wrestling Match History
Pat Dwyer vs Blake Gray [Infamy:03/05/05- Loss]
Pat Dwyer vs Erick Davies [Infamy: 3/12/05- Win]
Pat Dwyer vs Blake Gray [Relentless: 3/20/05- Win]
Pat Dwyer vs Rejection [Infamy: 3/26/04- No Contest]
Pat Dwyer vs Mat Walton [Infamy: 4/2/05- Win]
Pat Dwyer vs Rejection [Infamy: 4/9/05- Win]
Pat Dwyer vs Rejection vs Mat Walton [Domination: 4/24/05- Loss]
Pat Dwyer Quotes
"Ahem! Pat Dwyer commands your attention!"
Sample Roleplay:
'The Disappearance: Chapter 1'
Things were tough on the road, though nothing in the wrestling industry had ever came easy to anyone. Dwyer, just like the rest of the Core roster, was experiencing some tough times. He'd just signed weeks ago and already the amount of time and commitment necessary was taking the toll on his body, but he would never admit that to anyone. It was visible, but when asked, he'd deny it, saying he felt fine.
But when each week would come to an end, he couldn't wait to get the opportunity to rush home. Especially this time, not being home in the past two weeks, and hoping to patch things up with Kristen, getting home was looking greater every moment he thought of it. Two weeks of pain, not talking to her, and having them both on the nerves of one another wasn't how he liked to spend his time away, and now, hopefully things could be resolved and continue how they've always been. At least, that's what he had hoped…
As he continues down the hallway, fumbling in his pockets for his keys, he notices the decorative format that has changed since his last return home. The edges of the ceiling has dangling red icicle lights, and on his front door, condo 526, and a giant green wreathe, completed with a red bow. It'd been a while obviously since he'd seen his home, and was somewhat disappointed that he's missed out already on the Christmas festivities.
He slides his card key along the censor, and the room door automatically draws open. All is dark, but faintly through the glass door, which leads to his living room, a brightly glowing Christmas tree, lit up with a combination of red/green lights, a marvelous wonder to look at. His house has all been taken over in Christmas spirit, that he sadly missed out on helping to decorate.
The emptiness in the place he calls home however has made him feel somewhat uneasy, as he looks around, walking through the kitchen, and noticing there isn't a soul to be found within his household. Puzzled by this, since Kristen usually doesn't take off anywhere. When continuing to browse around the kitchen, something catches his eye, hanging from the fridge door.
A white envelope taped onto the fridge door, with PAT written in pen, at a well-distinguished size. Immediately he becomes curious of the contents, and rips it open without a second thought.
'A note from Kristen?' He wonders to himself.
Unfolding the letter, it reveals a page full of small but concise print, all hand written in blue, hardly readable since the only light source was that of the Christmas tree a room over. Dwyer, anxious to read what the letter may reveal to him, walks over to the nearby kitchen table, clearing some space for him to place the letter and comfortably read.
He fixates his eyes down on the letter, surprised at the amount of writing there is. Then, once getting into it starts to recite it to himself.
Pat,
Now I know you haven't been home for weeks, and you're probably disappointed at not seeing me when you walked in the door. I'd wanted to talk our troubles out in person the night that you walked out, but by the time you came back you had to leave, and having you leave in the middle of such a vital conversation could hurt things more then help them. My plan was to wait until you returned, had cooled off, because I know we have a great understand with one another.
But, there then came a problem. Usually I wouldn't resort to it, but that night I was so upset I was unable to be alone, sitting there by myself trying to sleep was nothing more then a struggle, so I did the only thing a young woman knew to do, I called my mother for advice. Now you know how it is with all girls and their relationships with mothers, they nothing but 100% trust for them. That's what I thought at least, but things didn't work out how I'd hoped.
However, despite my hopes of my mother being understanding, and trying her best to help me out while I'm in need, she and my father both reacted in a way that was very unexpected, in a way. They'd immediately went into action, calling me back after discussing the problems I presented to my mother. My father was the one on the phone when I answered it, the first words out of his mouth were: 'That's it young lady, you're coming home right now!'
Hearing these words, I was shocked, unable to know how to react, and before I could say a word, he'd hung up, and to my greatest amount of knowledge, must be on his way this moment to try and drag me home. When the thought first came across my mind, I thought he must be bluffing, but when my mom called me back, maybe half an hour after he'd left the house, she told me that he was serious. Also telling me it'd be in my best interest to start packing my things, so I've done all I can, obey the commands of my father.
I'm unable to understand what has drove him to this limit, I didn't think our fight was anything to obsess or worry over. But then I remembered when I had first met you, in a club in Boston, just over 2 years ago, while you were still touring with the XCWF. That night, though I had just met you, evidently to me you were seemingly too drunk to make off on your own. So I offered for you to stay at my place, on the couch, figuring it wouldn't be a problem. The fact that you were a nice guy and friendly seemed good enough reason for me to let you do this, but maybe I was young and stupid at the time.
It's unknown to you what happened that day since you had went off to the arena in the morning, not getting a chance to even meet my parents. To me it looked as if they didn't know you'd even stayed over, but once you were gone, they made sure that it was dead set in my head that they knew.
I’d never thought much of their opinion, but that day all I heard was warnings from them. They'd told me to not get involved with someone famous, there's too much controversy, or bring up the fact many celebrities can't hold up steady relationships, such as how Brittany Spears had her 24hour marriage, or just random celebrities that go from one fling to another. Since that day, it'd always be repeated to me that things with you wouldn't work out, but I fought to keep things steady between us, though my parents didn't appreciate it much.
Things visibly over the past two years even for them, they thought maybe I had proven them wrong for good. Never were there any problems between us, well nothing that's uncommon for a couple to have. The odd fight about little things, the things that don't matter much to anyone, but we'd still nit pick at one another about. But right when things seemed too perfect, and you rejoined the wrestling industry, things began to go downhill.
You having less spare time, me spending time in loneliness, and worst of all, the only times I'd seen you come home, we did nothing but fight, that's when we began to crumble. And the one time I thought I could trust my mom, who to most girls can be seen as a best friend, for advice, things don't swing the way I'd thought. The petty arguments we've had about you're future and career had caused many problems yes, but nothing major to me. However, to my parents, having you walk out on me, like you did that one-night weeks ago seemed to be the first and last straw. Their reaction was nothing but fuming, and my father is on his way to grab me as I write.
Right now, I feel as if I'm a little girl, still being treated like I can't control my own life, or make my own decisions, but maybe my parents know what's best, maybe things between us have diminished. Leaving nothing but painful arguments, which had left us both having to set off alone afterwards. Unfortunately, though I will try, this will possibly be the last contact I'll ever have with you. My father will no longer allow me to accept phone calls from you, even meeting you in person would be next to impossible. As I said, I truly feel like I'm being treated like a child again, and knowing the strictness of him, he'll be having his watch over me from now until the day he dies.
Overprotective you'd think? All would agree to that, but at this moment there is nothing to settle him down. This would because when he sees his daughter, almost in tears, he also feels a moment of weakness, sharing my pain, making it his own. I wouldn't suggest you to try and contact me, most likely it'd hurt me more then help. There is tons more I wish I could tell you, but I must depart. Never have I felt such pain, or despised the wishes of my father, but nevertheless, there's nothing I can do, and I must obey his orders.
-Kristen
PS: I'll remember you forever and always, with love and happiness fulfilling my thoughts, because those will be the only moments of happiness I may ever feel again.
After finishing the letter, Dwyer continues looking over it, physically and emotionally stunned with what has just occurred. At the end of the letter, something that didn't catch his eye before now had his undivided attention. Just underneath the signing of Kristen's name, were a few speckles of now dried substance, which appeared in the form of tears. He couldn’t' imagine the trauma she'd be going through, but the pain he felt now was overwhelming
Never in his wildest dreams would he ever think that the one he loves would slip away so quickly, right under his nose, while he's been away doing what he desires most. If he had known that this may have happened, never would he have left things without being resolved, but really, what could he possibly do now to make up for his mistake?
The answer being what he was told not to do, he pulls out a small device from his pant pocket, which can now be distinguished as a cell phone. Looks at the time, he realizes that it's 1:30, but nonetheless pushes #1, it speed dials Kristen's cell phone number, and the ring tone kicks in. Someone is heard picking up the phone, but no answer came from the other side.
'Hello?' Dwyer gently speaks into his phone, sounding confused that there was no instant reply or greeting when he first dialed the number and got through.
'And look who it is, just the person I expected to call…' A distinctly male voice replies to Dwyer's confused greeting. Awaiting the reaction of him, this is all that has been said.
This is how it was all seeming to begin. The first instinct Dwyer had at this point was to hang up, forget about it, but his astonishing amount of desire to make his way through this would not allow him to do so. His desire to get a chance to talk to Kristen, to plot and find a way to get to see her again, these were all valued high in his priorities. Never before had he admitted to this, but she was a major part of him, and these moments already without her were painfully cutting him deep.
'What's that boy? Got nothing to say?' The voice questioned, sounding very deep and serious in tone.
Dwyer gulped, kind of nervous, not knowing what to say. His nerves were getting the best of him, and just for the fact that he knew who was on the other side of that line, Kristen's father, it made it that much more difficult to find the words to say. It'd be the first time he'd ever said more to the man then a 'Hi' or 'How are you doing?' but it had to be done.
'Umm…this has to be the right number. May I please talk to Kristen?' Dwyer asks politely, trying to persuade him to possibly just hand the phone over.
'I already told you I know who this is, it's you, the Dwyer boy! What are you calling for kid? Trying to upset my little girl again? Get her into an argument about how you think your career is so much more important then keeping her happy?' Her father using words to try and challenge Dwyer to speak. 'What are you gonna tell me? Wrestling has always been your desire? You live for it? I've heard it all from her, but really, what kind of man puts his career before his love?'
Dwyer was stuck for words at this point; he's being challenged by someone not only older and wiser then him, but much more powerful. Saying the wrong thing could result in terrible consequences, and thus far, the man had him stumped.
'That's what I thought, lost for words? I knew you weren't enough of a man to explain yourself to me, hell, I doubt you even have the guts to explain to my daughter what's on your mind. Maybe you should call back when you grow some balls kid!' A nasty tone is embarked in the man's voice, and it sounds as if he's ready to depart, bored from the lack of conversation created here.
Hearing this in his mind, he begins pacing back in forth in the kitchen, still not leaving the room since he'd came across the horrific letter. Pacing was something that when he was stumped, would usually clear his mind, but in this instance, hearing the words 'grow some balls' was enough to get him fired up about things.
'I tried to ask politely, but I think you better ****in' put Kristen on the phone if you know what's good for you!' Dwyer yells into the phone, his emotions getting the best of him, forcing him to use profanity, which is a very uncharacteristic, move of he, who usually believes profanity to be a weapon of the weak.
'Aha, you're too much!' He replies with a chuckle, being entertained by the sudden lash out of Dwyer. 'Am I starting to get under your skin? Can't take the truth can you?'
Dwyer still is pacing throughout his condo, but now walking out of the kitchen, stressed already about what's going on in the conversation that's been getting him no where. Still stumped on what to do, his emotions are already taking over and getting the best of him, which will be the cause of anything to come.
'I'm pretty sure you were pretty deep under my skin before you got on the phone with me. How wouldn't you be? I was away on the road, and I come home to find my girlfriend captured from my home by her own father? Not exactly something I'd expect to come upon once getting back from my road trip…' Dwyer exclaims, letting his emotions be expressed, but somewhat controlling them, trying not to show his weakness on the situation at hand.
'Wait a minute, if you just got home, how the hell would you know what's going on? It's not like you have someone that keeps track of who comes and goes from your apartment, who told you I took'er back?' Anger is overcoming the man, now having him furious, almost as if Dwyer shouldn't answer his question.
'Maybe it's beyond your knowledge, but most people up here in Canada at least usually leave a note to one another when leaving the house, that way the other knows what's going on, where their going to be, when they'll return. That sort of thing…' Pat replies in a smart-ass tone, maybe not the best way to act towards an angered father.
'A LETTER! I told'er not to make any contact with you…!'
'Daddy, who are you talking to at this hour?' A whimpering female voice is heard, the one that Dwyer wished to have heard when he walked in his front door not long ago. He is suddenly more aware after hearing this voice, and wishing if only he could talk to her right now.
'Hey, why don't you let me talk to her since she's there?' Dwyer quickly remarks, trying to get the attention of her father away from her and onto the topic at hand, his wishes to speak with her.
'The man that you left a LETTER for!' He states to her, answering her question yet ignoring the suggestion created by Pat. He sounds very angry and edgy at the moment, already pushed to his edge.
'He told you!' She says in awe, gasping, her voice barely heard by him. 'Why would he ever do such a thing? I thought I told him to keep that to himself! I thought he'd listen to my warning…'
Hearing this, it's as if Dwyer's entire world has collapsed right before his eyes. He trembles at the thought that he disobeyed the wishes of Kristen, being ignorant during a time of his own emotional lash out.
'So please sir, may I talk to her?' He asks, now sounding much more forgiving and just hoping he gets an opportunity to speak to her, maybe even just apologize to her.
'What'd I tell you already! You aren't talking to her, I don't give a damn what you have to say, because as of tonight, she's cut off from talking to ANYONE! You might as well just get up, because you're not getting through me, meaning you aren't getting the opportunity to speak with her.' The father yells, still as he has been forever now refusing to allow him to speak with her, and the reasoning seeming absurd to any normal person, but he seems to be different. No one knows what possesses him to be so protective, and he doesn't seem to be the type to share that kind of information, not to Dwyer at least.
'Give up? Sure…maybe I will do just that for tonight. But be forewarned I will definitely not be giving up for good. Someday you'll have to let your guard down, and when that day comes is when she and I may speak again.' Dwyer states with confidence, thinking to himself that the man may not always govern over her, he must have a life of his own too.
And that'd be his plan. Dwyer was now taking things into his own hands, and also hoping that her father had other things to do besides protect his daughter from him. Calling at different time periods he figured would possibly solve these problems, but for now, there was nothing he could do. So with things being that way, Dwyer put his cell phone back into his pocket, and walked back to his bedroom.
In the bedroom, he flicks on the light switch, and already he noticed there were many things different then the last time he'd entered. The two full oak standstill dressers were now both empty, the drawers pulled open, and the pictures that used to lie on top were also removed. His whole bedroom looking like it'd been torn apart, the panic she must've been in to pack would've been fairly large. Anything and everything she'd owned had been removed, leaving nothing more then a dresser full of Dwyer's close, and the odd picture he may have framed and hung up around the room.
Already upon stepping in, the room feels empty to him. But the day of travelling and night of shock have taken it's toll on him, and he must retire to try and sleep it off, hoping that tomorrow he could wake up, finding this all to be a dream. Obviously it won't work, but he can always hope.
Dwyer grabs the light switch, flicking it back off, leaving him in complete and utter darkness. He cannot be seen, but is heard undressing and entering his bed. Though it may not be blatantly obvious to all, not much sleep will be done tonight, but he will try to get any ounce of it his mind will allow him. For tomorrow, he will once again depart to the great sea of the wrestling world, and personal problems are not very helpful while attempting to focus.
'Wait a minute…that could be…!' He thinks quickly, leaping out of his bed as fast as he can, and finding his pants on the other side of the room, the ring now stopped. Still places his hand in the right pocket, pulling out his cell phone, and flipping it open to read the call display. It wasn't a phone call like he thought, but a text message being left. It read:
To: ###-###-####
I told you not to tell him…
From: Kristen
A million conclusions have already jumped to the mind of Dwyer. What had he done? Was she hurt or just emotionally scarred? What could he have possibly done to her? Deciding to implement his plan of calling her while her father may not be around, he dials the number of her cell phone. It dials and rings a couple times, with no one answering. After another few rings, the voice mail clicks on.
'Hey it's Kristen, can't come to the phone right now, if you want just leave a message with your name and…'
Knowing this attempt has failed, he hangs up the phone, saying he will just try again another time. Looking at the clock, which reads 11:37 AM, he decides sleep is no longer an option, and he must get ready to depart. In this trip being home, he hasn't even had the opportunity to unpack, and as he is about to get into the shower, the phone rings once again. Rushing with anticipation that it could be her, he grabs it and flicks it open, pushing the answer button, not even looking to see whose calling him.
'Hello?' He talks into the phone quickly, excitement getting the best of him.
'Hey Pat, its Chris. Glad you're excited I called. Remember, we have to get moving to Little Rock today, just thought I'd tell you I'd be dropping by in a few hours. See you then alright?' Chris states, sending this compilation of information to Dwyer. As his agent, Chris Coe would always call to check up, and always want to come on the road with him.
'Yeah alright…' Dwyer says, excitement lost from his tone.
'Is something the matter?' Chris wonders, noticing the dramatic change in tone from the first conversation speech to the next.
'Nah, everything's fine buddy. I'll see you soon!' Pat ends the conversation, flipping his phone shut, and heading off to get ready.
He didn't seem to want to share what's been going on with Chris, maybe he won't want to share it with anyone. Keeping everything to himself for now, he departed to the shower, it was going to be quite a journey unfolding in front of him, from this moment forward.
'The Disappearance: Chapter 2'
The sky growled with discontent as a sheet of lightning light up the sky, being the only light that could possibly be provided in this dark and gloomy night. Humidity was a great sensation in the late night air, providing a very moist yet dry environment. A chromed black Lincoln Navigator, which is barely visible in the dark night's sky, came driving along the curved valley. Destination unknown the vehicle smoothly glides along the black pavement roads, the headlights being the only thing to help guide it in direction through the ever so dark night. Another huge flash of lightning flickers among the sky, as the view of the Lincoln Navigator is much closer now. The driver can be identified after the short ray of bright light. It's Pat Dwyer, Core Tag Team Champion, and newly rising star, seemingly very focused on the task at hand, his eyes narrowly viewing the road ahead of him.
'What's the matter Pat? Why are you so focused on what you're doing? It seems as if you don't feel like talking or something?' A voice muttered softly. The voice came from the unidentified individual in the passenger seat, but sounded oddly familiar to anyone that'd know Dwyer.
Another flick of lightning fills the sky, this time revealing the passenger, whom in the dark night is still hard to see, Chris Coe. A look of confusion is among his face, unsure of what's going through the mind of his client, who seems enhanced by the task at hand, driving the navigator through the dark and stormy night. Not replying to the questions being fired at him by Chris, he continues looking forward out the front window, with the wipers frantically trying to keep the view clear from the enormous amounts of water
'Come on man, something has to be up with you?' Chris questions once again, aggravated from the lack of reply he'd gotten from the last comment made. 'Don't be like that with me. I know when something's up, why don't you just spill it?'
It's been well over a month since Chris has had an opportunity to speak to his client, the whole other month he'd had to deal with other clients, being before Christmas and such it was difficult for him to keep track of everyone. Always being one to care for the emotional and physical problems of his stars, that's why Chris was trying his best at this moment to find out what's bugging Dwyer.
'Don't worry about it,” Dwyer quickly replies, not taking a second away from focusing on the road ahead, seeing the same view for miles, rain and the yellow lines of the road to follow.
'Why you gotta be like that?' Chris snaps back, not satisfied with the answers that he's getting from his client. Getting stressed from this, he leans his right arm on the side of the window, running his left hand through his thick curly hair, trying to keep himself calm and reasonable.
'Be like what?' Dwyer exclaims, playing stupid with his agent. He takes quick glance over at Chris, noticing the position he's now taken after the ignorance he's experienced from Dwyer's replies. 'I'm just having a tough time, my holidays weren't quite as merry as I'd hoped.'
Dwyer now starting to lunge himself in the conversation, Chris looks up with hope appearing among his face. He now sits up, much more comfortable with where the situation is going. Easing himself into the arm rests; Chris takes another look of at Dwyer, whom seems a lot less focused on the road, and more or less willing to possibly converse.
'Why is that? Have another fight with the girlfriend of something?' Coe fires back at Dwyer, unaware of the current happenings in his life. 'Or was it a bad family dinner?'
Dwyer pushes a lever next to his seat, lying it back somewhat, and leaning back into it, as if he's trying to find some comfort. Knowing that Chris hasn't talked to him in awhile; the conversation is going to be fairly back and forth, also involving many explanations from Dwyer.
'Hmm…where to start?' He lightly said under his breath, as if he's attempting to disguise this marvelous wonder from his agent, keeping the personal matters to himself.
'I'd say the best place to start would be the beginning!' Chris states the obvious answer, frustrated that he's attempting to stall on informing his agent of this newly found information.
'Well, let's just start off by saying that you've missed a hell of a lot since you've been absent from my life. Not only as an agent, but a best friend!' Dwyer notes to Coe, as if he's trying to hint something towards him.
'What? You expect me to drop my career to help you any time you need it?' Chris also getting frustrated, not close to satisfied with the hinted cheap shot by his best friend.
Upon this comment, Dwyer also has his own tantrum of anger, immediately turning away from the conversation and pulling all of his attention back to the road way, which is starting to get brutally flooded from the rain that's been falling for the past few hours.
'All right, since you're going to be like that, how about I'll judge that once I know what happened?' He insists, taking back the cheap shot that had just been distributed out.
'Okay, first off, sometime near the end of December, Kristen kind of…what shall I call it…got taken away from me?' Dwyer starts off recapping the first event that comes to mind to impact his life emotionally.
'She what?' Coe quickly responds, already puzzled by the occurrence brought up. 'That's a huge surprise to hear of the starting line to the reasons why you seem so upset. How'd this happen? Did some guy come along or something? Or we talking kidnapping? Because I haven't seen the news lately…so maybe I wouldn't have heard about it!'
Returning to all of the thoughts that have went through his mind since that had occurred, he realizes that there is much more to tell to Chris.
'Basically we got in a huge fight, I can't remember if I told you or not. Well, to me it wasn't much of a fight, but when she was telling her mother about it, they kind of got into it themselves. Her father had heard about this little argument between the two of us, and him being the man that'd never approved of me much throughout the two years we were close and together, decided to take things into his own hands. I returned from the road after defeating Zodiac in my debut match for Core, triumphant about the win that just occurred. And you know what I came home to?' Dwyer leaves his friend wondering, having to pause in these moments of intense trauma being relived.
'No idea…do I even want to find out?' Chris' curiosities overcoming him, the end result seems like one that wouldn't want to be shared to even he the best friend.
'She was gone! All I was left to was a note! Do you know how far down in the gutter I got dragged down into when I saw that note? I went from feeling like I was on top of the world to the status of what an ant would feel next to the world, I felt like I was nothing!' Dwyer begins rising his voice, the emotional part of him starting to be drawn out through foretelling the story.
'So she left you a note? Let me follow this, her dad just drove on down to Toronto and snagged her from your Toronto condo? What'd you do after that?' Chris confusedly wonders, being drawn towards Dwyer, now facing him and attempting to hang onto every word that's said.
'Exactly, you got it. Not only did she just leave a note; the contents were slightly disturbing at first, which I've already explained to you. After that, I did the only thing I could, which was call her cell phone, hoping I could get a hold of her…'
'Good idea, that means things were starting to work out for you?' Chris interrupts, excitedly insisting that something this great had happened to Dwyer.
'I wish! I've called it twice now, both times I had an on phone confrontation with her dad. To say the least, it isn't the most pleasant of conversations you've ever been involved in, especially when you're being called things such as a 'no good wrestler' and him telling you that you've mistreated his daughter in the time you'd been with her. Also went on to tell me that he knew that someday we'd split up, and he always said he'd be there to protect her if it was necessary.' With all the explaining, Pat is having a tough time continuing on. His eyes are red and full of tears, but as tough and stubborn as he always tries to be, he'll never let one hit his cheek.
'WHAT!' Chris shouts, the echo of his vocals being loud in the ear of Dwyer, followed by a burst of sheet lightning, forcing him to sway the car back and forth, losing control from the distraction of the loud noises. 'Come on Pat, keep a hold on that wheel! Kind of hard to though I imagine, damn, maybe it has been a tough few weeks for you guy! Sorry that I haven't been here for you, but I am now.'
'Of course I had to head out on the road after that, winning the Core Tag Team Championships, but even that could brighten my mood after having the love of my life stolen from me by her father, basically out of spite.' Dwyer says reassured by the confidence of his friend.
'After you were on the road then? I know you too well Pat! There's something inside of me saying that you didn't just give up, there's more to this then that.' Chris assumes, still not able to contain himself from getting more into the story, which Dwyer seems very hesitant to tell.
There is a brief pause, with Dwyer just on looking ahead, in the terrific storm that is still at it at making the night a living hell. On their way to Louisiana, Kentucky for this week's PRIDE, the weather hasn’t' exactly been a factor to help contribute their safe arrival. Noticing that there is no response out of Pat, Coe is under the assumption that there's something being held back from him, something that isn't being told.
'What…are you saying…that you did nothing?' He replied to his own question, realizing that that just may be the case. Studying Dwyer for an answer, all he gets out of him is a simple nod of the head, followed by him ignoring the fact that Chris is still in the same car as he. 'How could you ever do something like that? To me that's a very uncharacteristic thing coming from you, to me you've always been one to take charge, not be pushed around…what happened to that initiative?'
Dwyer still is looking uncertain to if he's going to respond to this verbal curiosity displayed by Chris, whom won't let the story go, and keeps digging for more information, which was a common characteristic of him. Never being able to let things go once being partially informed, Chris continues to gaze on towards his client/best friend, hoping that the next words out of his mouth will satisfy his thirst for information.
'Nothing…you're right…I did nothing! You know why? Because the last message she sent to me, which was via text, said why did you tell him? She got in trouble, ways that are still uncertain to me, for leaving me a note on what had occurred that very day she was taken from me. Without knowing what the punishment was, I don't feel I should inflict any further pain on her, the emotional bit she's been going through I can only imagine would be like for her, for me it's been hard enough. I'm best off to just forget about her...that way we'll both be left at peace…it's been working fine so far, so might as well keep it that way!' He looks over at Chris, right into his eyes, displaying the seriousness behind the message he's trying to portray to him.
'AH!' Chris erupts, angered by the disappointing explanation given to him from his client. 'See, giving up, that's just a sign of weakness…'
'LEAVE IT!' Dwyer yells, an unsuspecting thing to come out of him while his friend is trying to offer him advice. Usually he's one to easily accept advice, especially for someone he can trust the opinion of, but this time he just can't stand to take in his opinion.
Chris simply turns to his window, after seeing the display of anger on the face, deciding that maybe both need a period of cooling down before discussing the matter again. To the relief of the pair, they find the Holiday Inn just off the Interstate which they've been following this entire time. Pulling into the entranceway, and parking at the front door, Chris reaches for the handle of his door, launching himself out at a fast speed.
'I'll check us in!' He mumbles, a comment barely heard or recognized by Dwyer.
From this whole conversation he comes over in a gaze, his mind wandering back to a painful remembrance from the holidays, one that would hopefully be forgotten, but from the ongoing topic discussion, was re-ignited and burned into his mind.
[Flashback]
With the bright lights of the Christmas tree lighting the room up brilliantly with green and red, the holiday season being highly evident in the rather large Toronto condominium. Through the front door, an often-returning traveler of the household, Pat Dwyer, walks into the doorway, routinely brushing the snow off of him before entering. It's Christmas Day, and he's just returned from his flight from Denver, which is where he'd won the Tag Team Titles just this week. Entering the house, a sigh of relief had overcome him, but as he walked into the living room, there was something he hadn't noticed before.
'When did this happen?' He wondered to himself, as he entered the room. Among the Christmas Tree that brightly lit the room on the early Christmas morning, just before dawn has struck.
Instead of the empty room he expected, something that went unnoticed last time was now sticking out to him in his mind like a sore thumb. Underneath the tree, many presents, all wrapped in different Christmas wrapping paper were scattered in the room. The last time which he'd taken a look around the condo he hadn't noticed, but now feelings of happiness and glee had suddenly defeated the feelings of awful sadness which he's been experiencing the past week or so.
As the room continues to seem even brighter to him, now his day being made, tears come to the eyes of Dwyer. But this time, instead of tears of sadness and heavy emotion, they were tears of joy, something that he hasn't experienced throughout this entire emotional roller coaster.
[End Flashback]
Dwyer, still sitting behind the wheel, is now feeling the same emotions he felt that day, the warmth bringing up his mood from the current conversation that had just been disbanded. And with that, Chris had returned from check-out, also not seeming so upset.
'We're in!
'The Disappearance: Chapter 3'
As the daylight faded away, and the black night's sky had risen, the downtown core of Toronto busy as usual, traffic highly increasing as the daylight hours fade, and the night time scene begins. People are keeping themselves occupied, roaming the streets in search of food or entertainment, whichever they see fit. In front of a familiar condominium complex, it seeming to be busier then usual, people all piling in from the cold streets, either being dropped off in busloads or taking the good old heel toe express.
Among all the commotion which has begun, everyone's attention is turned as an ocean blue Cadillac XLR speeds down the street, then quickly pulling up beside the curb, leaving tire marks from the quick turn. With the majority of the crowd turning towards the car, someone emerges from the passenger door, this someone being Pat Dwyer. As he goes to closes the passenger door, the driver halts him for a second.
'Don't forget now Pat, keep your mind off it. You know that it's only going to get worse if you keep thinking about it!' The driver reminds him, keep a soft tone in his voice.
'I know Chris, I'll keep my head on straight.' Dwyer replies, seeming confident about the subject. Before leaving, he reaches into the car and grabs his duffel bag from middle of the two seats.
'And I'll be here tomorrow around 3, be ready to go. Hell, don't forget your parka, Alaska's going to be freezing!'
And after hearing the reminder, Dwyer closes the door shut, saluting his friend with a simple wave, and then departing through the front doors of his condominium into the lobby. Shaken up by the crowd, he begins to let his eyes wander throughout the building, unsure of what's going on tonight. With his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, and dressed in his sweats, he doesn't appear to be blending in with the crowd. Most of the occupants of the lobby are all dressed up, either in a tuxedo for men, or an evening gown for women.
Continuing towards the front desk, which to his relief has the secretary of service sitting behind it. She also is dressed up to suit the occasion, of which doesn't seem to be evident what they're celebrating. Music begins to play over a large sounding stereo system, beginning the frustration of Dwyer, having to come home to this.
'Excuse me miss,' He asks politely, trying not to show his aggravations of this little party. 'What exactly is going on here?'
'Birthday party!' She yells with excitement, trying to overthrow the loud crowd that's gathering around her. She hands him a brochure, which he takes a quick glance at. 'The condo owner, Jim Vic is having his 50th birthday party!'
'Oh really, I always try to stay away during these times, didn't know I'd end up walking in on this.' He replies, while looking over the brochure that dictates the night's happenings.
'Why would you want to avoid something like this?' She questions him, showing that she definitely isn't one that likes to enjoy some peace and quiet sometimes. 'This is a huge event, celebrities are here, everyone's having a great time! DJ, dance, you should stay!'
Dwyer takes a look around at his surroundings, considering the possibility of staying around for the affair that was until he'd seen them all piling in the front door. There was an older couple that came in the front door next, and the photographer, whom is standing there awaiting all the guests, got them to pose for a picture. The couple cuddled up, smiling with joy, and the photographer had taken the picture.
Already being reminded of the happiness that he wished he had, and the devastating sorrows cooped up inside of him, Dwyer simply turns and walks off towards the elevator, his mind starting to boggle at the ideas running through his head. Having his emotions stir within his body and mind, he rushes into the elevator, pushing the button for floor 7 as quickly as possible! To avoid confrontation with others, he pushes the door close button, not wanting to share anything with anybody at this point.
'Must get home, I must get home!' He repeats to himself in his head.
With the elevator bell ringing, Dwyer exits on a rampage towards his room, fidgeting for the key and placing it in the hole. He pushes the door open, kicking his shoes off and tossing his bag to the floor. Rushing into the bathroom, he takes a look into the mirror, then turning the cold water tap on, washing his face off with cold water. The rush of cold sensation takes over on his face, making him much more aware yet alive.
'It's alright!' He states to himself, staring in the mirror as he says it. Everything's going to be okay now…'
Shaking with emotional distraught, Dwyer paces into the living room, looking for something to occupy his troubled mind. And with his wandering eyes, he sees the computer, suddenly realizing that maybe it will help take his mind off his problems. Hurriedly taking a seat on the computer, he's anxious to get doing something, attempting at his best to keep his mind busy. Clicking on the e-mail icon, his inbox pops up, revealing over 3 new messages, however all from the same person. The screen had read:
Sender Subject Date
Kristen Saying hi Jan 3/05
Kristen Lonely Day Jan 12/05
Kristen Just Giving In Jan 21/05
Excited to see news from his loved one, Dwyer hurries to click on the first message, 'Saying hi'. He scrolls down, awaiting the message that may be enclosed. It read:
Hey Paddy,
Just thought I'd say hello, this is the only time I've been online since being taken away. Happy Holidays, Happy New Year all that jazz. How have the holidays been treating you? Good, bad, so-so?
I myself haven't exactly been having the best of times. Not spending the holidays with you has been tough, though my parents are good to be with sometimes. I've been having a good visit with them, but as I said, it's a shame I haven't spent the holiday season with you. My parents did over react, I've heard my mother tell my father this many times throughout this little scheme he created. He doesn’t seem to agree, though I've never seen his motives in the first place, I can never understand why he'd do such a thing to me. Hurting someone he loves rather then giving them the joy that they'd hope to behold, I couldn't imagine what kind of thoughts went through his mind when he did this. Maybe things will work out, I'm trying my best to convince them to let us get together sometime, I'll keep trying, and I'm not going to give up just yet.
Any ways, I don't want him to get angry, or find out that I'm trying to get a hold of you. Don't bother calling my cell phone, he canceled my plan and phone number after you called it the first time. Maybe I'll get an e-mail back from you, if not I'll try again later. Have a good one, I'll be watching you on TV…
-Kristen
His eyes are already lit up, feeling somewhat satisfied that she's attempted to get a hold of him. Since the capture occurred, he'd never even taken a look at his e-mail, but now was kicking himself for not bothering to check if she'd try to get a hold of him. Curious of what else was to come, he clicked on the next message received from her, hoping it may involve more content that'll make he seems as if he's not the only one having an emotional roller coaster ride from all this. Opening 'Lonely Day', he reveals within:
Hello again,
Today hasn't been the best of them, probably be the worst since I've been gone. My father and mother were talking about the situation, with my mother trying to play my side, and asking if he'd ever let us meet up again, and hopefully let our relationship continue in the direction it was going. Of course, he didn’t' oblige, and had a total freak out on my mother for even bringing up the subject.
It's been a struggle to keep myself calm, and hoping that I may return sometime soon is what's kept me going all this time. If it wasn't for the hopes and dreams of reuniting, I'd be bound to have parish by now. Not yet will I give up, there still may be a chance, maybe if I get a hold of you I could say I'm going on a trip with my friends or something, arrange a time to meet up?
Okay well, I just heard my dad pull in, better take off again…I really hope I can get a hold of you, it'd be awesome to hear you could get together, get back to me!
-Kristen
PS: Let me know when you're in town again!
A sigh of joy had just got away from him, noticing that she was starting to diminish into what he is. He thought it'd be a good thing that they both felt the same, but the fact that he was seeing the effects of his feelings begin on her was a totally different situation. Never had he wanted to see these things happen to her, but there was nothing he could really do about it, but sit back and continue reading. Opening the last e-mail, his shock and disappointment continues, as he reads the message title, knowing what it just may mean…'Just Giving In'.
Hello?
The past month without getting in contact with you has been hell Pat. I don't know what else to do anymore, no responses via e-mail, no more attempts at calling my cell phone or my house, I basically feel like you've given up on trying with me. Maybe you're already over the idea of us, I have no idea what's going through your head really. To me it seems like you've given up on me, and no longer are going to bother with trying to get me back.
I don't blame you though, the conversation with my dad seemed as if that'd turn you away, or the fact I haven't attempted to call you myself, though I'm sorry for that, there's nothing I can do about it. As much as I wish for things to work out, the light at the end of that tunnel for us is nothing but dim, soon to be covered and diminished. There's no hope for anything to prosper with us that's been evident over the last month. My father refuses to let his guard down, not taking his eyes off me, treating me as though I'm back in high school.
Personally I've been getting sick of his little games, but there's nothing I can do about it, though I am 21 years old, he still is my father, and I must respect what he says. I've been fighting for us for over a month, and it's going no where. Nothing else I can do, but what I should've done in the first place, which is give up. Maybe I gave myself too high of hopes in trying to get in contact with you, maybe it was all but a fantasy that you may come back to me someday. Finally I'm realizing that's all it's been this whole time, that it was nothing but the fantasies of a lost young woman.
When they first happened, I believed happiness would never occur again for me, and I was right. Nothing but misery has came over me, and hanging onto this has made things worse then before. I really can't stand to suffer any longer however, and this is the last contact I plan on making with you. It will be painful yes, but eventually it'll help me let go, which I must. We had a lot of good times, and we should just leave it at that. The pain and suffering of just hoping to get another chance has been too much, and letting go is the only thing I can do that seems logical.
It'd be best for us to just stay out of contact, keeping this as painless as possible. Talking will only make it hurt more, and since neither of us deserves to stand that kind of pain, and I don't want it to go on any longer.
With best regards, and the fondest memories…
-Kristen
Staring at the white backdrop of his computer screen, Dwyer's eyes fixated on the last paragraph of the message, his lip quivering, and eyes filling up with tears. But instead of letting it all out, have his emotions flow and do what nature sets them to do, he bits down on his lip, and holds back his tears. Instead of bursting out and letting his emotions take over, he'll do what the right thing to do is, and keep them in. Things were over, and there's nothing he can do about it, so sulking was not an option.
Though she was now gone from his life, she'll never be forgotten. Always having a place in the back of his mind, but he knew what he was to do next. It was time to turn over a new leaf, a new beginning it was:
'Time to start fresh…
-Pat
Pat Dwyer
Real Name: Patrick Thomas Dwyer
Nick Name: 'Destruction'
Birthdate: August 29th 1979
Hometown: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Height: 5'11
Weight: 235lbs
Sex: Male
Status: Heel
Entrance Music: 'Lip Gloss and Black'by Atreyu
Medical Records
Natural hair color: Blonde (Currently Brown)
Natural Eye Color: Blue
Blood Type: AB+
Body Fat Percentage: 4%
Latest Illness: Pneumonia
Latest Injury: Broken Collar Bone
Information
Wrestling Style: Mixed Martial Arts
Favorite Workout: Cardio or Mat Wrestling
Striking Moves: Spinning Elbow Smash, Haymaker, Jab, Uppercut, Hook Punch, Roundhouse Kick, Leg Sweep, Drop Kick to Knee
Grapple Moves: Snap Suplex, German Suplex(sometimes multiple), Belly-to-Belly Suplex, Single Arm DDT, Half Nelson Suplex, Front Russian Leg Sweep, Spinebuster, Leg Takedown, Capture Suplex
Submission Moves: Single Leg Crab, Arm Bar, Texas Cloverleaf, Single Leg Lock, Inverted STF, Mounted Punches, Rear Naked Choke, Bow and Arrow
High Risk Maneuvers: (Rarely does these) Axe Handle Smash, Elbow Drop, Diving Shoulder Tackle, Guillotine Leg Drop
Setup Move: Last Scoop (Powerslam/Reverse DDT Combination)
Finisher: Rocky Road (Powerbomb to Face Smash)
Career History
Other Federations: XCWF, RaGE, NBW, VTW, CHZ, EWF
Other Federations Championships: VTW World Champion, XCWF Extreme Champion x 3, XCWF Junior Heavyweight Champion, Core Tag Team Champion,
History
On August 29th 1979, a new child was born to the world, in Toronto Ontario Canada. No one on earth ever could've imagined what this child would accomplish throughout his life, but throughout time and patience, he had accomplished a fair bit more then ever expected by anyone. It'd take years for all of the talent to be discovered, however within time he was famous worldwide!
This newborn son dating back on August 29th 1979 was Patrick Thomas Dwyer, a legend unknown to the world at the time, but during his days of growth and development, as said before, would soon be a legend in the minds of all. Growing up in Toronto, of course he had lived the life of every young Canadian boy, enrolling in hockey at a young age, playing it all the way up through high school, even into the beer leagues afterwards.
After he had completed high school however, beer league hockey wasn't the only thing that he had going for him. He'd been attending school at Sir Sanford Fleming College, located in Peterborough Ontario. Gaining himself a degree in journalism, he had found other interests while he was in college. Not partying or anything similar to there interests, but he ran into someone that would help change his career path forever. This somebody was named Chris Coe, whom had a huge effect on the life of Pat Dwyer throughout his beginning of the new life.
Chris had steered Pat into a new path; one that had intrigued him as he watched it on television during his childhood, that new path would be to becoming a wrestler! His newfound friend had met a few guys in college that had connections to a wrestling school based out of Toronto, and they both figured they'd try it out, see how it goes. Might as well take the opportunity while it's given to them, and it was only wrestling, couldn't be too hard, right?
After the first week Chris had already given up on wrestling, but encouraged Pat to continue on trying his best to succeed. It didn't take much to convince Dwyer to continue his quest to training to be a wrestler however, he didn't need encouragement, and already he was striving to mold himself into an all-around good wrestler.
With the need of committing himself to wrestling even further, he had to either drop school or hockey, and with no education he found himself useless, so he had to stop playing hockey. One of the most disappointing times of his life, but to this day he'll occasionally play when given an opportunity.
Once out of college, deciding a degree in Journalism wasn't for him, Dwyer decided continuing to wrestle in small independent promotions in lower parts of Canada, just try to get all the experience he could rack up, while conditioning and getting himself ready towards the big time.
It wasn't until 1999, at the age of 19, just later in that year, that Dwyer would finally have the thing that'd help mold him as a wrestler. Chris Coe, his best friend that's already been introduced, was going through to be a lawyer, and decided that he'd be willing to help Dwyer negotiate, and find a good place to train. With this, Dwyer
By the age of 22, he had found his first home in wrestling, EWF, wrestling under the alias of 'The Destroyer'. It wasn't anything special, but it was a step up, televised matches, some decent competition, things were starting to get going in this young mans career. With a few months of wrestling there, and nothing beginning to prosper, he'd decided it was time to move somewhere he could possibly make something of himself.
With his career started off but not blooming, he'd seen a group that may just help him! That group was named the Canadian Elite, full of young talents like himself, they were an inter-federation stable, an alliance made up of wrestlers from all over Canada. Instead staying in separate federations like the plan had started off, they all collaborated into one, introducing Pat Dwyer to the dominate and well known Xtreme Championship Wrestling Federation (XCWF). Soon after this collaboration however, the Canadian Elite disbanded, forcing most of the stars to leave XCWF, leaving few such as Dwyer, Shannon York, Royce Manthers and Mark Blaze.
In this federation still known as The Destroyer, Pat Dwyer had become an upcoming superstar, throughout the year and a half of being there; he had accomplished quite a bit next to the beginning of his career. Within the first stint there he had completed getting himself his first singles title, the XCWF Junior Heavyweight Championship, which he had competed many times over this time period with Mike Dupnik over it.
The second time he had battled in the XCWF, after a shoulder injury, he had risen straight up to the top after a great comeback. With capturing a few wins, he managed to win the XCWF Extreme Title on three different occasions, being one of the most numerous timed Extreme Champion.
Not only was the XCWF stint of Pat Dwyer involving title experience, but he also had another experience, a midlife crisis, one that would almost put him in the gutter. The flashbacks of his lifetime had him in nothing but a trance, changing him from the cut superstar look to the slob of an ice cream man. The fans loved this transformation however, the ever so beloved superstar handing out ice cream to them all, but they didn't understand the insanity behind it.
He had sorted things out after the closure of XCWF, taking the time off between then and his next adventure in wrestling. First having him begin to help run the extension to XCWF, No Boundaries Wrestling, helping out in the office helped him regain his mental state. No longer troubled by his midlife crisis, successfully getting through it all through the help of his girl Kristen, and other friends involved in the XCWF system, not needing any professional help, just the help of others that loved him
After recovering from all of this, he decided that running a federation just wasn't anything of his tastes, and the fact that his physical state wasn't quite as highly recognized as before, he must re-involve himself with the wrestling industry. Merging himself into the federation he had built, getting back into physical condition was no problem with the support of his loving family, and also his best friend Chris, whose never left his side during his whole career.
Winning the World Championship in NBW was the biggest event in his career, setting him up for a great time in the wrestling business. This was what he had always worked for, and now after many years of wrestling hard, he had finally excelled to the top. When Version Two Wrestling was created, and the Entertainment Company known as RaGE emerged, they were a driving force in wrestling. Dwyer had continued to be world champion, having a dispute with Shawn Kain, a situation where both of whom were well respected and respected one another, but in this case could not help but to see their could only be one dominant champion!
Since the closure of RaGE, Pat Dwyer hadn't even considered stepping into the wrestling circle, this was before he was introduced to Core Wrestling. He had a short stint there of maybe 3 months, but during that team he and arch nemesis Chris Collins teamed up to become the Tag Team Championships, and successfully being undefeated in the federation until he chose to leave, and continue his verge to nbW.
While in nbW, Pat Dwyer had been a changed man. He went from the man that pleased the fans to the jerk that turned on them!
no brand Wrestling Match History
Pat Dwyer vs Blake Gray [Infamy:03/05/05- Loss]
Pat Dwyer vs Erick Davies [Infamy: 3/12/05- Win]
Pat Dwyer vs Blake Gray [Relentless: 3/20/05- Win]
Pat Dwyer vs Rejection [Infamy: 3/26/04- No Contest]
Pat Dwyer vs Mat Walton [Infamy: 4/2/05- Win]
Pat Dwyer vs Rejection [Infamy: 4/9/05- Win]
Pat Dwyer vs Rejection vs Mat Walton [Domination: 4/24/05- Loss]
Pat Dwyer Quotes
"Ahem! Pat Dwyer commands your attention!"
Sample Roleplay:
'The Disappearance: Chapter 1'
Things were tough on the road, though nothing in the wrestling industry had ever came easy to anyone. Dwyer, just like the rest of the Core roster, was experiencing some tough times. He'd just signed weeks ago and already the amount of time and commitment necessary was taking the toll on his body, but he would never admit that to anyone. It was visible, but when asked, he'd deny it, saying he felt fine.
But when each week would come to an end, he couldn't wait to get the opportunity to rush home. Especially this time, not being home in the past two weeks, and hoping to patch things up with Kristen, getting home was looking greater every moment he thought of it. Two weeks of pain, not talking to her, and having them both on the nerves of one another wasn't how he liked to spend his time away, and now, hopefully things could be resolved and continue how they've always been. At least, that's what he had hoped…
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
In the corridor of the condominium building, heavily echoing footsteps are heard from the nearby staircase, followed by the opening of the heavy steel door, separating the staircase from the main floor. Emerging from the door dressed in just a suit and tie, with his duffel bag hanging off his right shoulder, was Core superstar Pat Dwyer. His face is red and wind burned from the frosty wind chill of -29C in the streets of Toronto, seeming to have just returned from another journey.
As he continues down the hallway, fumbling in his pockets for his keys, he notices the decorative format that has changed since his last return home. The edges of the ceiling has dangling red icicle lights, and on his front door, condo 526, and a giant green wreathe, completed with a red bow. It'd been a while obviously since he'd seen his home, and was somewhat disappointed that he's missed out already on the Christmas festivities.
He slides his card key along the censor, and the room door automatically draws open. All is dark, but faintly through the glass door, which leads to his living room, a brightly glowing Christmas tree, lit up with a combination of red/green lights, a marvelous wonder to look at. His house has all been taken over in Christmas spirit, that he sadly missed out on helping to decorate.
The emptiness in the place he calls home however has made him feel somewhat uneasy, as he looks around, walking through the kitchen, and noticing there isn't a soul to be found within his household. Puzzled by this, since Kristen usually doesn't take off anywhere. When continuing to browse around the kitchen, something catches his eye, hanging from the fridge door.
A white envelope taped onto the fridge door, with PAT written in pen, at a well-distinguished size. Immediately he becomes curious of the contents, and rips it open without a second thought.
'A note from Kristen?' He wonders to himself.
Unfolding the letter, it reveals a page full of small but concise print, all hand written in blue, hardly readable since the only light source was that of the Christmas tree a room over. Dwyer, anxious to read what the letter may reveal to him, walks over to the nearby kitchen table, clearing some space for him to place the letter and comfortably read.
He fixates his eyes down on the letter, surprised at the amount of writing there is. Then, once getting into it starts to recite it to himself.
Pat,
Now I know you haven't been home for weeks, and you're probably disappointed at not seeing me when you walked in the door. I'd wanted to talk our troubles out in person the night that you walked out, but by the time you came back you had to leave, and having you leave in the middle of such a vital conversation could hurt things more then help them. My plan was to wait until you returned, had cooled off, because I know we have a great understand with one another.
But, there then came a problem. Usually I wouldn't resort to it, but that night I was so upset I was unable to be alone, sitting there by myself trying to sleep was nothing more then a struggle, so I did the only thing a young woman knew to do, I called my mother for advice. Now you know how it is with all girls and their relationships with mothers, they nothing but 100% trust for them. That's what I thought at least, but things didn't work out how I'd hoped.
However, despite my hopes of my mother being understanding, and trying her best to help me out while I'm in need, she and my father both reacted in a way that was very unexpected, in a way. They'd immediately went into action, calling me back after discussing the problems I presented to my mother. My father was the one on the phone when I answered it, the first words out of his mouth were: 'That's it young lady, you're coming home right now!'
Hearing these words, I was shocked, unable to know how to react, and before I could say a word, he'd hung up, and to my greatest amount of knowledge, must be on his way this moment to try and drag me home. When the thought first came across my mind, I thought he must be bluffing, but when my mom called me back, maybe half an hour after he'd left the house, she told me that he was serious. Also telling me it'd be in my best interest to start packing my things, so I've done all I can, obey the commands of my father.
I'm unable to understand what has drove him to this limit, I didn't think our fight was anything to obsess or worry over. But then I remembered when I had first met you, in a club in Boston, just over 2 years ago, while you were still touring with the XCWF. That night, though I had just met you, evidently to me you were seemingly too drunk to make off on your own. So I offered for you to stay at my place, on the couch, figuring it wouldn't be a problem. The fact that you were a nice guy and friendly seemed good enough reason for me to let you do this, but maybe I was young and stupid at the time.
It's unknown to you what happened that day since you had went off to the arena in the morning, not getting a chance to even meet my parents. To me it looked as if they didn't know you'd even stayed over, but once you were gone, they made sure that it was dead set in my head that they knew.
I’d never thought much of their opinion, but that day all I heard was warnings from them. They'd told me to not get involved with someone famous, there's too much controversy, or bring up the fact many celebrities can't hold up steady relationships, such as how Brittany Spears had her 24hour marriage, or just random celebrities that go from one fling to another. Since that day, it'd always be repeated to me that things with you wouldn't work out, but I fought to keep things steady between us, though my parents didn't appreciate it much.
Things visibly over the past two years even for them, they thought maybe I had proven them wrong for good. Never were there any problems between us, well nothing that's uncommon for a couple to have. The odd fight about little things, the things that don't matter much to anyone, but we'd still nit pick at one another about. But right when things seemed too perfect, and you rejoined the wrestling industry, things began to go downhill.
You having less spare time, me spending time in loneliness, and worst of all, the only times I'd seen you come home, we did nothing but fight, that's when we began to crumble. And the one time I thought I could trust my mom, who to most girls can be seen as a best friend, for advice, things don't swing the way I'd thought. The petty arguments we've had about you're future and career had caused many problems yes, but nothing major to me. However, to my parents, having you walk out on me, like you did that one-night weeks ago seemed to be the first and last straw. Their reaction was nothing but fuming, and my father is on his way to grab me as I write.
Right now, I feel as if I'm a little girl, still being treated like I can't control my own life, or make my own decisions, but maybe my parents know what's best, maybe things between us have diminished. Leaving nothing but painful arguments, which had left us both having to set off alone afterwards. Unfortunately, though I will try, this will possibly be the last contact I'll ever have with you. My father will no longer allow me to accept phone calls from you, even meeting you in person would be next to impossible. As I said, I truly feel like I'm being treated like a child again, and knowing the strictness of him, he'll be having his watch over me from now until the day he dies.
Overprotective you'd think? All would agree to that, but at this moment there is nothing to settle him down. This would because when he sees his daughter, almost in tears, he also feels a moment of weakness, sharing my pain, making it his own. I wouldn't suggest you to try and contact me, most likely it'd hurt me more then help. There is tons more I wish I could tell you, but I must depart. Never have I felt such pain, or despised the wishes of my father, but nevertheless, there's nothing I can do, and I must obey his orders.
-Kristen
PS: I'll remember you forever and always, with love and happiness fulfilling my thoughts, because those will be the only moments of happiness I may ever feel again.
After finishing the letter, Dwyer continues looking over it, physically and emotionally stunned with what has just occurred. At the end of the letter, something that didn't catch his eye before now had his undivided attention. Just underneath the signing of Kristen's name, were a few speckles of now dried substance, which appeared in the form of tears. He couldn’t' imagine the trauma she'd be going through, but the pain he felt now was overwhelming
Never in his wildest dreams would he ever think that the one he loves would slip away so quickly, right under his nose, while he's been away doing what he desires most. If he had known that this may have happened, never would he have left things without being resolved, but really, what could he possibly do now to make up for his mistake?
The answer being what he was told not to do, he pulls out a small device from his pant pocket, which can now be distinguished as a cell phone. Looks at the time, he realizes that it's 1:30, but nonetheless pushes #1, it speed dials Kristen's cell phone number, and the ring tone kicks in. Someone is heard picking up the phone, but no answer came from the other side.
'Hello?' Dwyer gently speaks into his phone, sounding confused that there was no instant reply or greeting when he first dialed the number and got through.
'And look who it is, just the person I expected to call…' A distinctly male voice replies to Dwyer's confused greeting. Awaiting the reaction of him, this is all that has been said.
This is how it was all seeming to begin. The first instinct Dwyer had at this point was to hang up, forget about it, but his astonishing amount of desire to make his way through this would not allow him to do so. His desire to get a chance to talk to Kristen, to plot and find a way to get to see her again, these were all valued high in his priorities. Never before had he admitted to this, but she was a major part of him, and these moments already without her were painfully cutting him deep.
'What's that boy? Got nothing to say?' The voice questioned, sounding very deep and serious in tone.
Dwyer gulped, kind of nervous, not knowing what to say. His nerves were getting the best of him, and just for the fact that he knew who was on the other side of that line, Kristen's father, it made it that much more difficult to find the words to say. It'd be the first time he'd ever said more to the man then a 'Hi' or 'How are you doing?' but it had to be done.
'Umm…this has to be the right number. May I please talk to Kristen?' Dwyer asks politely, trying to persuade him to possibly just hand the phone over.
'I already told you I know who this is, it's you, the Dwyer boy! What are you calling for kid? Trying to upset my little girl again? Get her into an argument about how you think your career is so much more important then keeping her happy?' Her father using words to try and challenge Dwyer to speak. 'What are you gonna tell me? Wrestling has always been your desire? You live for it? I've heard it all from her, but really, what kind of man puts his career before his love?'
Dwyer was stuck for words at this point; he's being challenged by someone not only older and wiser then him, but much more powerful. Saying the wrong thing could result in terrible consequences, and thus far, the man had him stumped.
'That's what I thought, lost for words? I knew you weren't enough of a man to explain yourself to me, hell, I doubt you even have the guts to explain to my daughter what's on your mind. Maybe you should call back when you grow some balls kid!' A nasty tone is embarked in the man's voice, and it sounds as if he's ready to depart, bored from the lack of conversation created here.
Hearing this in his mind, he begins pacing back in forth in the kitchen, still not leaving the room since he'd came across the horrific letter. Pacing was something that when he was stumped, would usually clear his mind, but in this instance, hearing the words 'grow some balls' was enough to get him fired up about things.
'I tried to ask politely, but I think you better ****in' put Kristen on the phone if you know what's good for you!' Dwyer yells into the phone, his emotions getting the best of him, forcing him to use profanity, which is a very uncharacteristic, move of he, who usually believes profanity to be a weapon of the weak.
'Aha, you're too much!' He replies with a chuckle, being entertained by the sudden lash out of Dwyer. 'Am I starting to get under your skin? Can't take the truth can you?'
Dwyer still is pacing throughout his condo, but now walking out of the kitchen, stressed already about what's going on in the conversation that's been getting him no where. Still stumped on what to do, his emotions are already taking over and getting the best of him, which will be the cause of anything to come.
'I'm pretty sure you were pretty deep under my skin before you got on the phone with me. How wouldn't you be? I was away on the road, and I come home to find my girlfriend captured from my home by her own father? Not exactly something I'd expect to come upon once getting back from my road trip…' Dwyer exclaims, letting his emotions be expressed, but somewhat controlling them, trying not to show his weakness on the situation at hand.
'Wait a minute, if you just got home, how the hell would you know what's going on? It's not like you have someone that keeps track of who comes and goes from your apartment, who told you I took'er back?' Anger is overcoming the man, now having him furious, almost as if Dwyer shouldn't answer his question.
'Maybe it's beyond your knowledge, but most people up here in Canada at least usually leave a note to one another when leaving the house, that way the other knows what's going on, where their going to be, when they'll return. That sort of thing…' Pat replies in a smart-ass tone, maybe not the best way to act towards an angered father.
'A LETTER! I told'er not to make any contact with you…!'
'Daddy, who are you talking to at this hour?' A whimpering female voice is heard, the one that Dwyer wished to have heard when he walked in his front door not long ago. He is suddenly more aware after hearing this voice, and wishing if only he could talk to her right now.
'Hey, why don't you let me talk to her since she's there?' Dwyer quickly remarks, trying to get the attention of her father away from her and onto the topic at hand, his wishes to speak with her.
'The man that you left a LETTER for!' He states to her, answering her question yet ignoring the suggestion created by Pat. He sounds very angry and edgy at the moment, already pushed to his edge.
'He told you!' She says in awe, gasping, her voice barely heard by him. 'Why would he ever do such a thing? I thought I told him to keep that to himself! I thought he'd listen to my warning…'
Hearing this, it's as if Dwyer's entire world has collapsed right before his eyes. He trembles at the thought that he disobeyed the wishes of Kristen, being ignorant during a time of his own emotional lash out.
'So please sir, may I talk to her?' He asks, now sounding much more forgiving and just hoping he gets an opportunity to speak to her, maybe even just apologize to her.
'What'd I tell you already! You aren't talking to her, I don't give a damn what you have to say, because as of tonight, she's cut off from talking to ANYONE! You might as well just get up, because you're not getting through me, meaning you aren't getting the opportunity to speak with her.' The father yells, still as he has been forever now refusing to allow him to speak with her, and the reasoning seeming absurd to any normal person, but he seems to be different. No one knows what possesses him to be so protective, and he doesn't seem to be the type to share that kind of information, not to Dwyer at least.
'Give up? Sure…maybe I will do just that for tonight. But be forewarned I will definitely not be giving up for good. Someday you'll have to let your guard down, and when that day comes is when she and I may speak again.' Dwyer states with confidence, thinking to himself that the man may not always govern over her, he must have a life of his own too.
And that'd be his plan. Dwyer was now taking things into his own hands, and also hoping that her father had other things to do besides protect his daughter from him. Calling at different time periods he figured would possibly solve these problems, but for now, there was nothing he could do. So with things being that way, Dwyer put his cell phone back into his pocket, and walked back to his bedroom.
In the bedroom, he flicks on the light switch, and already he noticed there were many things different then the last time he'd entered. The two full oak standstill dressers were now both empty, the drawers pulled open, and the pictures that used to lie on top were also removed. His whole bedroom looking like it'd been torn apart, the panic she must've been in to pack would've been fairly large. Anything and everything she'd owned had been removed, leaving nothing more then a dresser full of Dwyer's close, and the odd picture he may have framed and hung up around the room.
Already upon stepping in, the room feels empty to him. But the day of travelling and night of shock have taken it's toll on him, and he must retire to try and sleep it off, hoping that tomorrow he could wake up, finding this all to be a dream. Obviously it won't work, but he can always hope.
Dwyer grabs the light switch, flicking it back off, leaving him in complete and utter darkness. He cannot be seen, but is heard undressing and entering his bed. Though it may not be blatantly obvious to all, not much sleep will be done tonight, but he will try to get any ounce of it his mind will allow him. For tomorrow, he will once again depart to the great sea of the wrestling world, and personal problems are not very helpful while attempting to focus.
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The cold morning could be felt within the bedroom, the furnace most likely not turned on. Dwyer is seen rolled up on the bed, tightly grasping his covers, the cold being an enormous factor on him right now. The silence of the room is unbarring, but a familiar ring tone is heard, faintly, the cell phone buried in his pant pocket! With the room temperature just above freezing, he is not moving, a phone call to him at this point and time doesn't seem as equally important as saving himself from freezing his balls off!
'Wait a minute…that could be…!' He thinks quickly, leaping out of his bed as fast as he can, and finding his pants on the other side of the room, the ring now stopped. Still places his hand in the right pocket, pulling out his cell phone, and flipping it open to read the call display. It wasn't a phone call like he thought, but a text message being left. It read:
To: ###-###-####
I told you not to tell him…
From: Kristen
A million conclusions have already jumped to the mind of Dwyer. What had he done? Was she hurt or just emotionally scarred? What could he have possibly done to her? Deciding to implement his plan of calling her while her father may not be around, he dials the number of her cell phone. It dials and rings a couple times, with no one answering. After another few rings, the voice mail clicks on.
'Hey it's Kristen, can't come to the phone right now, if you want just leave a message with your name and…'
Knowing this attempt has failed, he hangs up the phone, saying he will just try again another time. Looking at the clock, which reads 11:37 AM, he decides sleep is no longer an option, and he must get ready to depart. In this trip being home, he hasn't even had the opportunity to unpack, and as he is about to get into the shower, the phone rings once again. Rushing with anticipation that it could be her, he grabs it and flicks it open, pushing the answer button, not even looking to see whose calling him.
'Hello?' He talks into the phone quickly, excitement getting the best of him.
'Hey Pat, its Chris. Glad you're excited I called. Remember, we have to get moving to Little Rock today, just thought I'd tell you I'd be dropping by in a few hours. See you then alright?' Chris states, sending this compilation of information to Dwyer. As his agent, Chris Coe would always call to check up, and always want to come on the road with him.
'Yeah alright…' Dwyer says, excitement lost from his tone.
'Is something the matter?' Chris wonders, noticing the dramatic change in tone from the first conversation speech to the next.
'Nah, everything's fine buddy. I'll see you soon!' Pat ends the conversation, flipping his phone shut, and heading off to get ready.
He didn't seem to want to share what's been going on with Chris, maybe he won't want to share it with anyone. Keeping everything to himself for now, he departed to the shower, it was going to be quite a journey unfolding in front of him, from this moment forward.
'The Disappearance: Chapter 2'
The sky growled with discontent as a sheet of lightning light up the sky, being the only light that could possibly be provided in this dark and gloomy night. Humidity was a great sensation in the late night air, providing a very moist yet dry environment. A chromed black Lincoln Navigator, which is barely visible in the dark night's sky, came driving along the curved valley. Destination unknown the vehicle smoothly glides along the black pavement roads, the headlights being the only thing to help guide it in direction through the ever so dark night. Another huge flash of lightning flickers among the sky, as the view of the Lincoln Navigator is much closer now. The driver can be identified after the short ray of bright light. It's Pat Dwyer, Core Tag Team Champion, and newly rising star, seemingly very focused on the task at hand, his eyes narrowly viewing the road ahead of him.
'What's the matter Pat? Why are you so focused on what you're doing? It seems as if you don't feel like talking or something?' A voice muttered softly. The voice came from the unidentified individual in the passenger seat, but sounded oddly familiar to anyone that'd know Dwyer.
Another flick of lightning fills the sky, this time revealing the passenger, whom in the dark night is still hard to see, Chris Coe. A look of confusion is among his face, unsure of what's going through the mind of his client, who seems enhanced by the task at hand, driving the navigator through the dark and stormy night. Not replying to the questions being fired at him by Chris, he continues looking forward out the front window, with the wipers frantically trying to keep the view clear from the enormous amounts of water
'Come on man, something has to be up with you?' Chris questions once again, aggravated from the lack of reply he'd gotten from the last comment made. 'Don't be like that with me. I know when something's up, why don't you just spill it?'
It's been well over a month since Chris has had an opportunity to speak to his client, the whole other month he'd had to deal with other clients, being before Christmas and such it was difficult for him to keep track of everyone. Always being one to care for the emotional and physical problems of his stars, that's why Chris was trying his best at this moment to find out what's bugging Dwyer.
'Don't worry about it,” Dwyer quickly replies, not taking a second away from focusing on the road ahead, seeing the same view for miles, rain and the yellow lines of the road to follow.
'Why you gotta be like that?' Chris snaps back, not satisfied with the answers that he's getting from his client. Getting stressed from this, he leans his right arm on the side of the window, running his left hand through his thick curly hair, trying to keep himself calm and reasonable.
'Be like what?' Dwyer exclaims, playing stupid with his agent. He takes quick glance over at Chris, noticing the position he's now taken after the ignorance he's experienced from Dwyer's replies. 'I'm just having a tough time, my holidays weren't quite as merry as I'd hoped.'
Dwyer now starting to lunge himself in the conversation, Chris looks up with hope appearing among his face. He now sits up, much more comfortable with where the situation is going. Easing himself into the arm rests; Chris takes another look of at Dwyer, whom seems a lot less focused on the road, and more or less willing to possibly converse.
'Why is that? Have another fight with the girlfriend of something?' Coe fires back at Dwyer, unaware of the current happenings in his life. 'Or was it a bad family dinner?'
Dwyer pushes a lever next to his seat, lying it back somewhat, and leaning back into it, as if he's trying to find some comfort. Knowing that Chris hasn't talked to him in awhile; the conversation is going to be fairly back and forth, also involving many explanations from Dwyer.
'Hmm…where to start?' He lightly said under his breath, as if he's attempting to disguise this marvelous wonder from his agent, keeping the personal matters to himself.
'I'd say the best place to start would be the beginning!' Chris states the obvious answer, frustrated that he's attempting to stall on informing his agent of this newly found information.
'Well, let's just start off by saying that you've missed a hell of a lot since you've been absent from my life. Not only as an agent, but a best friend!' Dwyer notes to Coe, as if he's trying to hint something towards him.
'What? You expect me to drop my career to help you any time you need it?' Chris also getting frustrated, not close to satisfied with the hinted cheap shot by his best friend.
Upon this comment, Dwyer also has his own tantrum of anger, immediately turning away from the conversation and pulling all of his attention back to the road way, which is starting to get brutally flooded from the rain that's been falling for the past few hours.
'All right, since you're going to be like that, how about I'll judge that once I know what happened?' He insists, taking back the cheap shot that had just been distributed out.
'Okay, first off, sometime near the end of December, Kristen kind of…what shall I call it…got taken away from me?' Dwyer starts off recapping the first event that comes to mind to impact his life emotionally.
'She what?' Coe quickly responds, already puzzled by the occurrence brought up. 'That's a huge surprise to hear of the starting line to the reasons why you seem so upset. How'd this happen? Did some guy come along or something? Or we talking kidnapping? Because I haven't seen the news lately…so maybe I wouldn't have heard about it!'
Returning to all of the thoughts that have went through his mind since that had occurred, he realizes that there is much more to tell to Chris.
'Basically we got in a huge fight, I can't remember if I told you or not. Well, to me it wasn't much of a fight, but when she was telling her mother about it, they kind of got into it themselves. Her father had heard about this little argument between the two of us, and him being the man that'd never approved of me much throughout the two years we were close and together, decided to take things into his own hands. I returned from the road after defeating Zodiac in my debut match for Core, triumphant about the win that just occurred. And you know what I came home to?' Dwyer leaves his friend wondering, having to pause in these moments of intense trauma being relived.
'No idea…do I even want to find out?' Chris' curiosities overcoming him, the end result seems like one that wouldn't want to be shared to even he the best friend.
'She was gone! All I was left to was a note! Do you know how far down in the gutter I got dragged down into when I saw that note? I went from feeling like I was on top of the world to the status of what an ant would feel next to the world, I felt like I was nothing!' Dwyer begins rising his voice, the emotional part of him starting to be drawn out through foretelling the story.
'So she left you a note? Let me follow this, her dad just drove on down to Toronto and snagged her from your Toronto condo? What'd you do after that?' Chris confusedly wonders, being drawn towards Dwyer, now facing him and attempting to hang onto every word that's said.
'Exactly, you got it. Not only did she just leave a note; the contents were slightly disturbing at first, which I've already explained to you. After that, I did the only thing I could, which was call her cell phone, hoping I could get a hold of her…'
'Good idea, that means things were starting to work out for you?' Chris interrupts, excitedly insisting that something this great had happened to Dwyer.
'I wish! I've called it twice now, both times I had an on phone confrontation with her dad. To say the least, it isn't the most pleasant of conversations you've ever been involved in, especially when you're being called things such as a 'no good wrestler' and him telling you that you've mistreated his daughter in the time you'd been with her. Also went on to tell me that he knew that someday we'd split up, and he always said he'd be there to protect her if it was necessary.' With all the explaining, Pat is having a tough time continuing on. His eyes are red and full of tears, but as tough and stubborn as he always tries to be, he'll never let one hit his cheek.
'WHAT!' Chris shouts, the echo of his vocals being loud in the ear of Dwyer, followed by a burst of sheet lightning, forcing him to sway the car back and forth, losing control from the distraction of the loud noises. 'Come on Pat, keep a hold on that wheel! Kind of hard to though I imagine, damn, maybe it has been a tough few weeks for you guy! Sorry that I haven't been here for you, but I am now.'
'Of course I had to head out on the road after that, winning the Core Tag Team Championships, but even that could brighten my mood after having the love of my life stolen from me by her father, basically out of spite.' Dwyer says reassured by the confidence of his friend.
'After you were on the road then? I know you too well Pat! There's something inside of me saying that you didn't just give up, there's more to this then that.' Chris assumes, still not able to contain himself from getting more into the story, which Dwyer seems very hesitant to tell.
There is a brief pause, with Dwyer just on looking ahead, in the terrific storm that is still at it at making the night a living hell. On their way to Louisiana, Kentucky for this week's PRIDE, the weather hasn’t' exactly been a factor to help contribute their safe arrival. Noticing that there is no response out of Pat, Coe is under the assumption that there's something being held back from him, something that isn't being told.
'What…are you saying…that you did nothing?' He replied to his own question, realizing that that just may be the case. Studying Dwyer for an answer, all he gets out of him is a simple nod of the head, followed by him ignoring the fact that Chris is still in the same car as he. 'How could you ever do something like that? To me that's a very uncharacteristic thing coming from you, to me you've always been one to take charge, not be pushed around…what happened to that initiative?'
Dwyer still is looking uncertain to if he's going to respond to this verbal curiosity displayed by Chris, whom won't let the story go, and keeps digging for more information, which was a common characteristic of him. Never being able to let things go once being partially informed, Chris continues to gaze on towards his client/best friend, hoping that the next words out of his mouth will satisfy his thirst for information.
'Nothing…you're right…I did nothing! You know why? Because the last message she sent to me, which was via text, said why did you tell him? She got in trouble, ways that are still uncertain to me, for leaving me a note on what had occurred that very day she was taken from me. Without knowing what the punishment was, I don't feel I should inflict any further pain on her, the emotional bit she's been going through I can only imagine would be like for her, for me it's been hard enough. I'm best off to just forget about her...that way we'll both be left at peace…it's been working fine so far, so might as well keep it that way!' He looks over at Chris, right into his eyes, displaying the seriousness behind the message he's trying to portray to him.
'AH!' Chris erupts, angered by the disappointing explanation given to him from his client. 'See, giving up, that's just a sign of weakness…'
'LEAVE IT!' Dwyer yells, an unsuspecting thing to come out of him while his friend is trying to offer him advice. Usually he's one to easily accept advice, especially for someone he can trust the opinion of, but this time he just can't stand to take in his opinion.
Chris simply turns to his window, after seeing the display of anger on the face, deciding that maybe both need a period of cooling down before discussing the matter again. To the relief of the pair, they find the Holiday Inn just off the Interstate which they've been following this entire time. Pulling into the entranceway, and parking at the front door, Chris reaches for the handle of his door, launching himself out at a fast speed.
'I'll check us in!' He mumbles, a comment barely heard or recognized by Dwyer.
From this whole conversation he comes over in a gaze, his mind wandering back to a painful remembrance from the holidays, one that would hopefully be forgotten, but from the ongoing topic discussion, was re-ignited and burned into his mind.
[Flashback]
With the bright lights of the Christmas tree lighting the room up brilliantly with green and red, the holiday season being highly evident in the rather large Toronto condominium. Through the front door, an often-returning traveler of the household, Pat Dwyer, walks into the doorway, routinely brushing the snow off of him before entering. It's Christmas Day, and he's just returned from his flight from Denver, which is where he'd won the Tag Team Titles just this week. Entering the house, a sigh of relief had overcome him, but as he walked into the living room, there was something he hadn't noticed before.
'When did this happen?' He wondered to himself, as he entered the room. Among the Christmas Tree that brightly lit the room on the early Christmas morning, just before dawn has struck.
Instead of the empty room he expected, something that went unnoticed last time was now sticking out to him in his mind like a sore thumb. Underneath the tree, many presents, all wrapped in different Christmas wrapping paper were scattered in the room. The last time which he'd taken a look around the condo he hadn't noticed, but now feelings of happiness and glee had suddenly defeated the feelings of awful sadness which he's been experiencing the past week or so.
As the room continues to seem even brighter to him, now his day being made, tears come to the eyes of Dwyer. But this time, instead of tears of sadness and heavy emotion, they were tears of joy, something that he hasn't experienced throughout this entire emotional roller coaster.
[End Flashback]
Dwyer, still sitting behind the wheel, is now feeling the same emotions he felt that day, the warmth bringing up his mood from the current conversation that had just been disbanded. And with that, Chris had returned from check-out, also not seeming so upset.
'We're in!
'The Disappearance: Chapter 3'
As the daylight faded away, and the black night's sky had risen, the downtown core of Toronto busy as usual, traffic highly increasing as the daylight hours fade, and the night time scene begins. People are keeping themselves occupied, roaming the streets in search of food or entertainment, whichever they see fit. In front of a familiar condominium complex, it seeming to be busier then usual, people all piling in from the cold streets, either being dropped off in busloads or taking the good old heel toe express.
Among all the commotion which has begun, everyone's attention is turned as an ocean blue Cadillac XLR speeds down the street, then quickly pulling up beside the curb, leaving tire marks from the quick turn. With the majority of the crowd turning towards the car, someone emerges from the passenger door, this someone being Pat Dwyer. As he goes to closes the passenger door, the driver halts him for a second.
'Don't forget now Pat, keep your mind off it. You know that it's only going to get worse if you keep thinking about it!' The driver reminds him, keep a soft tone in his voice.
'I know Chris, I'll keep my head on straight.' Dwyer replies, seeming confident about the subject. Before leaving, he reaches into the car and grabs his duffel bag from middle of the two seats.
'And I'll be here tomorrow around 3, be ready to go. Hell, don't forget your parka, Alaska's going to be freezing!'
And after hearing the reminder, Dwyer closes the door shut, saluting his friend with a simple wave, and then departing through the front doors of his condominium into the lobby. Shaken up by the crowd, he begins to let his eyes wander throughout the building, unsure of what's going on tonight. With his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, and dressed in his sweats, he doesn't appear to be blending in with the crowd. Most of the occupants of the lobby are all dressed up, either in a tuxedo for men, or an evening gown for women.
Continuing towards the front desk, which to his relief has the secretary of service sitting behind it. She also is dressed up to suit the occasion, of which doesn't seem to be evident what they're celebrating. Music begins to play over a large sounding stereo system, beginning the frustration of Dwyer, having to come home to this.
'Excuse me miss,' He asks politely, trying not to show his aggravations of this little party. 'What exactly is going on here?'
'Birthday party!' She yells with excitement, trying to overthrow the loud crowd that's gathering around her. She hands him a brochure, which he takes a quick glance at. 'The condo owner, Jim Vic is having his 50th birthday party!'
'Oh really, I always try to stay away during these times, didn't know I'd end up walking in on this.' He replies, while looking over the brochure that dictates the night's happenings.
'Why would you want to avoid something like this?' She questions him, showing that she definitely isn't one that likes to enjoy some peace and quiet sometimes. 'This is a huge event, celebrities are here, everyone's having a great time! DJ, dance, you should stay!'
Dwyer takes a look around at his surroundings, considering the possibility of staying around for the affair that was until he'd seen them all piling in the front door. There was an older couple that came in the front door next, and the photographer, whom is standing there awaiting all the guests, got them to pose for a picture. The couple cuddled up, smiling with joy, and the photographer had taken the picture.
Already being reminded of the happiness that he wished he had, and the devastating sorrows cooped up inside of him, Dwyer simply turns and walks off towards the elevator, his mind starting to boggle at the ideas running through his head. Having his emotions stir within his body and mind, he rushes into the elevator, pushing the button for floor 7 as quickly as possible! To avoid confrontation with others, he pushes the door close button, not wanting to share anything with anybody at this point.
'Must get home, I must get home!' He repeats to himself in his head.
With the elevator bell ringing, Dwyer exits on a rampage towards his room, fidgeting for the key and placing it in the hole. He pushes the door open, kicking his shoes off and tossing his bag to the floor. Rushing into the bathroom, he takes a look into the mirror, then turning the cold water tap on, washing his face off with cold water. The rush of cold sensation takes over on his face, making him much more aware yet alive.
'It's alright!' He states to himself, staring in the mirror as he says it. Everything's going to be okay now…'
Shaking with emotional distraught, Dwyer paces into the living room, looking for something to occupy his troubled mind. And with his wandering eyes, he sees the computer, suddenly realizing that maybe it will help take his mind off his problems. Hurriedly taking a seat on the computer, he's anxious to get doing something, attempting at his best to keep his mind busy. Clicking on the e-mail icon, his inbox pops up, revealing over 3 new messages, however all from the same person. The screen had read:
Sender Subject Date
Kristen Saying hi Jan 3/05
Kristen Lonely Day Jan 12/05
Kristen Just Giving In Jan 21/05
Excited to see news from his loved one, Dwyer hurries to click on the first message, 'Saying hi'. He scrolls down, awaiting the message that may be enclosed. It read:
Hey Paddy,
Just thought I'd say hello, this is the only time I've been online since being taken away. Happy Holidays, Happy New Year all that jazz. How have the holidays been treating you? Good, bad, so-so?
I myself haven't exactly been having the best of times. Not spending the holidays with you has been tough, though my parents are good to be with sometimes. I've been having a good visit with them, but as I said, it's a shame I haven't spent the holiday season with you. My parents did over react, I've heard my mother tell my father this many times throughout this little scheme he created. He doesn’t seem to agree, though I've never seen his motives in the first place, I can never understand why he'd do such a thing to me. Hurting someone he loves rather then giving them the joy that they'd hope to behold, I couldn't imagine what kind of thoughts went through his mind when he did this. Maybe things will work out, I'm trying my best to convince them to let us get together sometime, I'll keep trying, and I'm not going to give up just yet.
Any ways, I don't want him to get angry, or find out that I'm trying to get a hold of you. Don't bother calling my cell phone, he canceled my plan and phone number after you called it the first time. Maybe I'll get an e-mail back from you, if not I'll try again later. Have a good one, I'll be watching you on TV…
-Kristen
His eyes are already lit up, feeling somewhat satisfied that she's attempted to get a hold of him. Since the capture occurred, he'd never even taken a look at his e-mail, but now was kicking himself for not bothering to check if she'd try to get a hold of him. Curious of what else was to come, he clicked on the next message received from her, hoping it may involve more content that'll make he seems as if he's not the only one having an emotional roller coaster ride from all this. Opening 'Lonely Day', he reveals within:
Hello again,
Today hasn't been the best of them, probably be the worst since I've been gone. My father and mother were talking about the situation, with my mother trying to play my side, and asking if he'd ever let us meet up again, and hopefully let our relationship continue in the direction it was going. Of course, he didn’t' oblige, and had a total freak out on my mother for even bringing up the subject.
It's been a struggle to keep myself calm, and hoping that I may return sometime soon is what's kept me going all this time. If it wasn't for the hopes and dreams of reuniting, I'd be bound to have parish by now. Not yet will I give up, there still may be a chance, maybe if I get a hold of you I could say I'm going on a trip with my friends or something, arrange a time to meet up?
Okay well, I just heard my dad pull in, better take off again…I really hope I can get a hold of you, it'd be awesome to hear you could get together, get back to me!
-Kristen
PS: Let me know when you're in town again!
A sigh of joy had just got away from him, noticing that she was starting to diminish into what he is. He thought it'd be a good thing that they both felt the same, but the fact that he was seeing the effects of his feelings begin on her was a totally different situation. Never had he wanted to see these things happen to her, but there was nothing he could really do about it, but sit back and continue reading. Opening the last e-mail, his shock and disappointment continues, as he reads the message title, knowing what it just may mean…'Just Giving In'.
Hello?
The past month without getting in contact with you has been hell Pat. I don't know what else to do anymore, no responses via e-mail, no more attempts at calling my cell phone or my house, I basically feel like you've given up on trying with me. Maybe you're already over the idea of us, I have no idea what's going through your head really. To me it seems like you've given up on me, and no longer are going to bother with trying to get me back.
I don't blame you though, the conversation with my dad seemed as if that'd turn you away, or the fact I haven't attempted to call you myself, though I'm sorry for that, there's nothing I can do about it. As much as I wish for things to work out, the light at the end of that tunnel for us is nothing but dim, soon to be covered and diminished. There's no hope for anything to prosper with us that's been evident over the last month. My father refuses to let his guard down, not taking his eyes off me, treating me as though I'm back in high school.
Personally I've been getting sick of his little games, but there's nothing I can do about it, though I am 21 years old, he still is my father, and I must respect what he says. I've been fighting for us for over a month, and it's going no where. Nothing else I can do, but what I should've done in the first place, which is give up. Maybe I gave myself too high of hopes in trying to get in contact with you, maybe it was all but a fantasy that you may come back to me someday. Finally I'm realizing that's all it's been this whole time, that it was nothing but the fantasies of a lost young woman.
When they first happened, I believed happiness would never occur again for me, and I was right. Nothing but misery has came over me, and hanging onto this has made things worse then before. I really can't stand to suffer any longer however, and this is the last contact I plan on making with you. It will be painful yes, but eventually it'll help me let go, which I must. We had a lot of good times, and we should just leave it at that. The pain and suffering of just hoping to get another chance has been too much, and letting go is the only thing I can do that seems logical.
It'd be best for us to just stay out of contact, keeping this as painless as possible. Talking will only make it hurt more, and since neither of us deserves to stand that kind of pain, and I don't want it to go on any longer.
With best regards, and the fondest memories…
-Kristen
Staring at the white backdrop of his computer screen, Dwyer's eyes fixated on the last paragraph of the message, his lip quivering, and eyes filling up with tears. But instead of letting it all out, have his emotions flow and do what nature sets them to do, he bits down on his lip, and holds back his tears. Instead of bursting out and letting his emotions take over, he'll do what the right thing to do is, and keep them in. Things were over, and there's nothing he can do about it, so sulking was not an option.
Though she was now gone from his life, she'll never be forgotten. Always having a place in the back of his mind, but he knew what he was to do next. It was time to turn over a new leaf, a new beginning it was:
'Time to start fresh…
