** The scene slides into your mind like a quick water slide on a hot day. Then it quickly vanishes behind a mountain of upcoming clouds. The rain again pours outside. The night continues with Shawn Rossdale. His eyes on his fire in his fireplace. The old oak wood had sat for several weeks since his strange disappearance. Bobby had asked to come over tonight, but Shawn declined his request. As much as he wanted to see his old best friend it wasn't the right time in any way. Instead Rossdale chooses to linger in his small mansion in a way that a hermit would do. If a hermit owned a small mansion. He refuses to go out. It has been 1 day since his arrest. One day since his arrival back in Stillwater from London. Yet while he hasn't been in Stillwater for very long, just over a day now... he feels quite comfortable, but the area and the house hurt his heart. His heart of gold that he does have. He's pond in the backyard begs to be swam in soon. The grass begs to be cut soon. And the bedroom upstairs yearns to be slept in tonight. He slept on the couch last night. His 1st night back and he decides to sleep by himself on his very comfortable, but lonely leather couch. The fire licks around a bit like a dancer in the night. Shawn takes a drink of wine. Straight from the bottle while his wine glasses in his oversized kitchen glint back at him just slightly. Shawn sighs deeply and takes another "swig". He definitely not drinking like the proper Englishman that he is. Gavin gets up slowly. His clothes he hasn't changed. He looks in a large mirror in his living room. It is to the left of the fireplace. He can barely see himself. It is late, the clouds overhead have created something more than dreary. ** ** Shawn takes a look at himself in back and forth bouts of light and darkness from the fire. He sees that his hair needs washed. He's always loved his hair. He sees his clothes are worn looking. Hell the last time he changed clothes and took a shower was 4 days ago now. At his flat in Primrose Hill, London. Shawn walks over to his record player. He blows some dust off it. His worn hands slowly wipe across the wooden top of the record player and he looks at the dust on his hand. He blows it off as well. A ghostly bit of dust can be seen going back towards the fireplace. Shawn walks back over and picks up a oak log to the right of the fireplace and tosses it on, he stokes the fire a bit and a little more light illuminates the oversized living room that clearly belongs to a bachelor and screams for a family at the same time. He returns to the record player which has enormous speakers that are tied to each side of it. The pulls out a record and places it carefully on the player. But not before wiping it with a microfiber cloth diligently on each side. He grabs the needle and carefully places it to where he think the song is. He gets it perfectly. The vintage Tannoy Westminster Royal speakers display their power by huge sound, crisp sound and it fills the room quickly. The quiet room becomes vibrant with sound. Not before a touch of squeak and dry sound before the song plays..... (important to listen sets the mood of the moment)** Video Placeholder Shawn Rossdale: That's it... that's the one. Oh Jenny. Jasmine. Everyone. How I miss you all. ** The song's piano entrance climbs in and out of the room. Shawn falls back onto his leather couch as his fire burns. His heart burns and his fireplace. Silverchair's "Miss You Love" is very appropriate. The vinyl sound through the ridiculously expensive speakers really makes the scene a sad one. ** "Remember today, I've got no respect for you, and I miss you love... and I miss you love" ** The guitar buzzes and bursts into what was a chilled song... and then the guitar's abrasive sound slowly ends and fades back into charming piano. ** "I know the way you love, but I hate the way I'm supposed to LOVE YOU BAAAACCCKK!!" ** The song finishes up and Shawn is just relaxing on the couch staring into the fire. His new gift lays on the leather chair to his right. He looks over at it and smiles widely. Then looks down in a melancholy type of state. He looks back over at it and the fire shines the belt up. The purple boxed gift from the previous night was from Bobby and happened to be the ICW Shooting Star Championship. The custom version Bobby had that he touted around as the best thing ever. The original one isn't known to Shawn. He assumes Bobby still has it. The purple belt is a sense of pride for him. A heartwarming gesture from his newly acquired best friend he lost. But why? Why did Shawn Rossdale fake his own death for 2 months and let his extremely arrogant long time friend Lucas Rieter collapse ICW? We'll find out soon. Soon. ** Shawn Rossdale: I've got so much to say to my mate Bobby, but then again nothing to say at all. I think I'll dial him up. (talking to himself hopelessly) ** He walks over and pulls the needle off the record. A low crackle can be heard from the speakers. He falls back into the couch. And dials his best friend. Are they still best friends? He doesn't even know. Bobby had told him of a match 2 weeks prior... so Bobby knew of Shawn's disappearance before anyone else. But for how long? ** (Cell phone rings.) Bobby Barratt: Hey mate! What's going on?! Man they really blew their stack at the sight of you. Shawn Rossdale: Hey old pal. Yeah for sure. Sorry I've been out of touch. Barratt: No, that's fine man. You've had a lot going on. Ever since you went away. I'm still kind of pissed with you over this whole thing. Rossdale: My friend I'm truly sorry. I just can't talk about all this. It's too sensitive at the moment. Faking my death was the last thing I wanted, but I had some people after me behind the scenes. You wouldn't understand. Barratt: I wouldn't understand? Come on man. That's a fucking joke. What wouldn't I get? Our friendship was brief, but bright. Rossdale: I can't talk about it. I had to fake my death. I really had no choice. The heat is off for now. I just need to lay low. Security is legit with AXW right? Barratt: Yeah it's as good as anywhere I guess. You want me to send a couple more clowns to your hotel for now? I will take care of you. I'm glad you're back. I really am. Rossdale: Me too Bobby. Me too. Yeah, send a couple more guys. Someone was trying to kill me before. They are still out there, and the people behind this whole thing are still out there. They might come after me again. I don't know. It's so fucking stressful mate. Barratt: Will do. And you have Effigy this week. Oh yeah, congradulations on that Assault Championship win. Well done. Raymond was a top notch competitor. After everyone was over the shock factor. I think you really stood out and made believers out of everyone. You still got it. You fucking hack! (laughs) Rossdale: You're too kind. I laid it all on the line. I always did. I hadn't had an official match in well over 10 years or so. Wait, 12 years it had been. Since 2005 or so. I wish I was 30 again, but I feel like 30 in my body. I just wish my mind was more clear. Barratt: Suck it up buttercup! Get your shit together. AXW needs you mate. We need the real Shawn. Effigy is your next opponent. Non-title. Bring your best. He's pretty weird, but he seems game as fuck too. Rossdale: You know what I'll bring. You know he won't be able to handle it either. I always leave it in the ring. All of it. Barratt: We're counting on you mate. Keep in touch. Don't be such a ghost. Cheers. Rossdale: Cheers. (Hangs up the phone.) ** Rossdale decides to look up this "Effigy" character. He isn't too concerned with him at first, but after seeing the way he is... the way he will be. And more importantly after hearing Bobby tell him he better bring his best stuff... Shawn definitely isn't looking past this guy. His laptop and newly restored power in his mansion provide comfort, but he's still very much alone. He decides to put all of his time into getting into better shape than he's already in and to making an example out of this guy. Who does this guy think he is? Is he a mark for insanity? He must surely know he's not really from another planet. Aliens aren't real. He must be insane. He must be confused at the least. About his own existence. ** Shawn Rossdale: I can't believe this guy. His profile on the AXW website is totally crazy. He really thinks he's from another planet. I guess I must "put him back in his place". Here on earth. ** Shawn gets up, and starts to throw some kicks towards his ceiling fan pull switch. Just barely hitting the chain of it slightly with great precision. He throws about 5 kicks very fast before just starting to lose his balance a touch. He then goes to his hallway in his mansion. He clicks the light with a resounding "chink" sound. The hallway lights up dimly. There's a sign on the outside of the hallway door. It looks like a closet door. The sign reads "Not Until Your Ready Shawn!". Shawn sighs deeply and unlocks the door, which was padlocked. ** image here ** Shawn looks at the sign again after he unlocks the door... the light switch leads to an long stairwell. He clicks the light and below is everything he ever earned on display. You can't see too much, but you can see some trophies, some old title belts, and you see his training area as he slowly step down the stairs. Shawn Rossdale must be ready. Ready to fully take the plunge and restart his once promising career that was taken from him due to back injuries. His back has been healed for years. He just lost the fire to compete. Instead, ICW was his way of getting back into the business after his father died. Things are on his own terms now finally. His recent faked death looks to be behind him. For now. ** Rossdale: I got this. Yeah! I got this! ** Rossdale takes a sickening "Distortion" kick into the heavy punching bag. Which rattles the support piece. Just ask James Raymond. He then clenches his fists over and does a roundhouse kick into it. He looks over at his mantle in his basement, which displays his newly won AXW Assault Championship belt. Which he personally thinks of it as an "Icon Championship". So many people thinking of themselves as Icons over here in AXW. He throws a few rights and lefts. He thinks about how this Effigy character's delusion will be his downfall. He's clearly not in his right mind. We've got a guy that thinks he's from another planet. Someone that really believes his tutorial of this business will be with Shawn Rossdale. While Shawn isn't arrogant at the moment, he's very confidence that this will be another warm up for him. Just like James Raymond was. Shawn might be recovering from his mysterious checkout for the last 2 months, but he's very much getting in the swing of things. He takes off his shirt and starts to train, while his hair swings in his face, the basement is fairly bright. Just like Shawn's career over 10 years ago. Just like it is now. Brace yourselves. The only way out is through. **