[b]With great despair Shawn Rossdale had to fake his death about three months ago or so. No one really knows why. No one really knows when it all worked out so he could come back to the world. It's a shrouded mystery. The record will be set straight. The fog will clear and the mist also will raise up into the air and completely be forgotten. No more blurry vision or confusion. Shawn Rossdale had to fake his death. He had to put in the dark the ones he loved the most... and the ones he hated the most. We start back from 1988... the music scene was different. The world was different and Shawn Rossdale is just 12 years old. Almost 13 and his sister is 11 of age. They don't get along. The story unfolds here. [/b] [i]** The sky is sunny, the clouds are there, but you'd never know. The breeze comes through and leviates the heat a bit and the kites fly oh so high. The wind swirls and the timing couldn't be better. ** [/i] [font color="#1979e6"]Shawn: Look at mine! It's a bit higher than yours! [/font] Sister: Come on. Go go! Higher! [font color="#1979e6"]Shawn: You've got to pull it back tighter Lorraine. Then run a bit. Like this. [/font] Lorraine: Shut up. I've got this one just right. You're such a jerk. [font color="#1979e6"]Shawn: A jerk?[/font] [i]** Shawn takes his focus off his kite and looks over to Lorraine. Who is looking intently at young Shawn. **[/i] Lorraine: Yeah. You're father's favorite. We both know it. At least mum love me more. [font color="#1979e6"]Shawn: Isn't that the truth? You're a slag. A suckup as well. [/font] Lorraine: Eat me prick! [font color="#1979e6"]Shawn: I'll tell father. Mum has always loved you more. She what she did to me last night?[/font] [i]** Shawn shows his neck, which has some scratch marks on it. Shawn's mother clawed at him as he tried to get away. She was drinking a bit again, and came after him for something very small. A messy room perhaps? He made the decision to run from her talons and was met with moderate scratches on one side of his neck. ** [/i] Lorraine: Good. Don't run next time asshole. And tell father. He'll always side with me. At least he doesn't [b]hate you like mum[/b]. [i]** Shawn had planned this, but didn't do it just yet. Now he has his reason... he takes out a pair of scissors and cuts her kite string. In the breezy wind the kite flies off in the distance maybe 20 yards and falls down in a swirl of torment. ** [/i] Lorraine: You're such a wank. MUM!!! Look what Shawn did. [i]** They are in the backyard of their lavish home. Shawn's father and mother are sitting a far back ways. They are having a traditional picnic. PB and J sandwiches with lemonade and some chips for a snack as well. Shawn's mother sees what has happened as Shawn runs to them. **[/i] [font color="#1979e6"]Shawn: She deserved it. She was being a bitch![/font] Father: Go inside now. To your room and don't come out until dinner. You're grounded. Big time. [font color="#1979e6"]Shawn: Bu...[/font] Father: NOW! RIGHT NOW! [i]** A very irritated Shawn knows he usually gets one chance with his father, and then major things could happen. He quietly, but very reluctantly goes to the home, which is a short distance away in their fenced in backyard. He looks back to see his sister Lorraine smiling and flying his kite now. Shawn's fists begin to grip and he slams the backdoor as he goes inside. ** [/i] Belfrey: Young master Rossdale. May I ask what the problem might be? [font color="#1979e6"]Shawn Rossdale: Nothing Belfrey. Go away.[/font] Belfrey: Your sister again? [i]** Shawn nods. **[/i] Belfrey: She can be a bit of a bitch can't she sir? [i]** Shawn looks up in great surprise as he never hears Belfrey speak in such a way. Belfrey smiles at Shawn and winks gently at him.. ** [/i] Belfrey: Now do whatever your father told you to do. Dinner will be in a few hours. Move along now. [font color="#1979e6"]Shawn: Thanks Belfrey. And yeah she can be. See you soon. [/font] [i]** Shawn makes his way up to his room and shuts the door with haste, but not a slam. He goes to his privileged stereo system. A nice Pioneer stereo system with a state of the art CD player! He plays one of the best albums out... Guns N' Roses' "Appetite For Destruction" which is his favorite band at the moment. He puts on "Paradise City" and starts doing his situp routine. ** [/i][div style="text-align:center;"] [/div][div style="text-align:center;"][video src="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rbm6GXllBiw" size="small"][/video][/div][div style="text-align:center;"][div style="text-align:left;"] [b]"Take me down to the Paradise City, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty... take meeeee home... yeeee yeahhhh!"[/b] [i]**As the song ends Shawn is sweaty and feeling better about himself. He looks out his east window and sees his sister, mother and father all laughing and having a good time. Shawn's anger boils over as he punches his bed a few times...** [/i] [b]Now that we have a more clear picture of the Rossdale family maybe one could understand Shawn's great irritation with his sister and the broken upbringing. Outside of his father, he didn't have anyone. Shawn's father divorced his mother the next year. When Shawn was almost 14. In the summer of 1989. They had signed a prenuptial agreement before getting married, because of their quick marriage after meeting, and with Shawn's father being in the wine business in a startup way and with almost done with his doctorate finally from Oxford... he wanted things to shake out well if they divorced. The prenup was wise, but it created tremendous problems as when the divorce was finally settled in the summer of 1989, Shawn was spoiled beyond belief. Sure, he paid child support, Lorraine (sister) stayed with the mother and Shawn decided to stay with his father. They became very close, but Shawn was the pick of the two. Whether it was intentionally or not. We don't know. The divorce was nasty and intense. And stressful for most. Shawn however felt relieved in it all. He no longer had to see his mother more than 2 days a week and for 2 weeks in the summer consecutively. Life was great... then his father died. Shawn's father died in 1995, on his birthday actually. So Shawn spent his 20th birthday drunk, depressed and completely out of control.[/b] [b]He did find out that his father left him EVERYTHING in his will. He completely omitted his daughter and his ex-wife in every way. Shawn was to get the family wine business... "Rossdale's Chardonnay" and the great old house in Primrose Hill as well as his complete estate. Shawn's father was worth an estimated 10 million dollars at the time of his death. All of it was now Shawn's. The free money was just over 2 million as most of it was assets and tied up in the family wine business. As you might imagine... Shawn's mother and sister were absolutely livid. They tried to get in touch with Shawn over the years. Sometimes kissing his ass, but Shawn just didn't want much to do with them. He'd send them some money on Christmas and the sorts, but never talked on the phone. Just send letters and sometimes the vague email back and forth. Over the years things really really built up in tension. On one side of the fence at least.[/b] [font size="6" style="font-weight:bold;"]About 4 months ago from Present Time...[/font] [i][font size="2"]** We open up to Bobby... in his car with Jenny Stackhouse. Looking sad and depleted. **[/font] [/i] [font size="2"]Jenny: Babe. Are you going to be alright. I know things just were getting good with Shawn. I loved him at one time too ya know.[/font] [font color="#b91091"][font size="2"]Bobby: Love, please shut up right now. I just need to think.[/font] [/font] [font size="2"]Jenny: I'm sorry darling.[/font] [font color="#b91091"][font size="2"]Bobby: No I'm sorry. I love you. You're my mate forever. Shawn was like an older brother to me. We just went through so much. ICW. It won't be the same. Lucas is a corrupt muther fucker. This prick is going to get it bad.[/font] [/font] [font size="2"]Jenny: Oh, here's the mail before you pull out. Where are we going anyways?[/font] [font color="#b91091"][font size="2"]Bobby: I need to see Shawn's grave again. What is this shit? Bills? Bills? I'll probably never even use that Stillwater house he left me. I hope Lucas takes that 1% and jams it in his ass so hard...[/font] [/font] [font size="2"]Jenny: Honey. Please. Let it go. Riter will get his later. Just take of yourself. (Starts crying)[/font] [font color="#b91091"][font size="2"]Bobby: I know. He was hated, then loved. It was one of those things were you grow together through hardship and hate. Like in a fucking drama movie![/font] [/font] [font size="2"]Jenny: He thought enough of you to put you in his will. He sole inheritance. What was it all?[/font] [font color="#b91091"][font size="2"]Bobby: Oh Shawn.... it was 1% of all ICW net earning for life. Royalties, the lot. 6.5 million in his bank account wired to me via his attorney in Minneapolis, which just got through last week finally. Rieter tried holding it up. Fucking wank. And lastly he left me his house in Stillwater, MN.[/font] [/font] [font size="2"]Jenny: See? He's gone, and you guys never got to really shoot off your fireworks together... but he left you his legacy... his memory. Cherish that. [/font] [font color="#b91091"][font size="2"]Bobby: Oh I am. After we see the fucker's grave... we're having drinks on the lad. Cheers to you Shawn.[/font] [/font] [i][font size="2"]** Bobby holds his finger skyward in his purple car. Jenny has stopped crying some, and Bobby has watered eyes, but has it together. **[/font] [/i] [font color="#b91091"][font size="2"]Bobby: What is this 1 fucked up envelope? No return? Typed out writing to me? Why not just handwritten? And why is it purple?[/font] [/font] [font size="2"]Jenny: I have no idea.[/font] [font color="#b91091"][font size="2"]Bobby: Is this from you love? How great! I'm getting something fucking sweet![/font] [/font] [font size="2"]Jenny: It isn't from me honey. I promise. Open it.[/font] [i][font size="2"]** Bobby opens it up, his eyes almost fucking fall out of his skull while Jenny looks on as well. They don't know what to say, they are absolutely fucking floored... the smile at each other and nothing needs to be said. **[/font] [/i] [font color="#b91091"][font size="2"]Bobby: Well. No grave visit today babe.[/font] [/font] [font size="2"]Jenny: Nope. Something better. Let's fly to Minnesota soon?[/font] [font color="#b91091"][font size="2"]Bobby: I can't wait.[/font] [/font] [font size="2"][i]** They take one last look at the letter. It is a blank sheet of paper that was inside the purple envelope. The writing couldn't resonate more with Bobby... **[/i][/font] [div style="font-size:small;text-align:center;"] [/div][div style="text-align:center;"][font size="2"][img alt="Rossdale Letter" src="https://icw.neocities.org/shawnrossdale/rossdaleletter.jpg" style="max-width:100%;"][/font] [div style="text-align:left;"] [b style="font-size:small;"]"You're the Wave". This is what Shawn told Bobby once upon a time after a successful title defense. It was a little joke between them... as Bobby thought it sounded stupid. Shawn always thought Bobby was a wave of chaos... a wave of greatness and something no one could surf or swim through. Just something they'd drown in. Whether good or bad. So the sentiment landed right at home and means more to Bobby than anything.[/b] [i][font size="2"]** The truth about Shawn's disappearance will be revealed in detail very soon. For now the fact that Christian Phoenix or James Raymond think they actually have a chance is stunning. Sure, every fighter has a puncher chance... or knockout or heavy blow lucky shot chance in them. We all do. Shawn's much too calculated for that. The days of underestimating Shawn Rossdale are long gone. James Raymond is going to get buried. PHX and Rossdale have both defeated him. He's an shadow of what could be good, but in the end he'll fall so short. **[/font] [/i] [font][font size="6"][b]About 2 months ago. Just before Shawn signs with AXW.[/b][/font] [font color="#1979e6"]Shawn: Were you followed? [/font] [font color="#b91091"]Bobby: No fucking way man! You're back mate! Come here dude! [/font] [font color="#1979e6"]Shawn: Stop it. Get back from me. I need to talk to you about something quite intricate. [/font] [font color="#b91091"]Bobby: Fuck the world! You're here! [/font] [font color="#1979e6"]Shawn: Where's Jenny? [/font] [font color="#b91091"]Bobby: She was too fucked up for this. She's almost in a mental ward man. I left her at home. I flew all the way here just to see you. [/font] [font color="#1979e6"]Shawn: Well give her my best when you speak with her. [/font] [i]** Shawn has lit the fireplace of the Stillwater house, which isn't as big as his family mansion in Primrose Hill, London, but it's big. The light flickers as Bobby gets closer. ** [/i] [font color="#b91091"]Bobby: What is this? A fucking horror movie mate? Come on out from the shadows. [/font] [font color="#1f6dc0"]Shawn: Alright. It's just really hard being back. I've been in dark. [/font] [font color="#b91091"]Bobby: Come here mate. [/font] [i]** The two embrace a huge hug. Shawn starts to cry. Bobby holds back and doesn't want to look like a bitch, but he clearly is shook up. The two sit down in front of Shawn's massive open fireplace. As the fire is modest and burns lowly. ** [/i] [font color="#1979e6"]Shawn: What I'm going to tell you will be hard for you to hear. I'll keep it simple. Just listen. [/font] [font color="#b91091"]Bobby: Dude you're back!!! FUCK! [/font] [font color="#1979e6"]Shawn: Bobby. [/font] [font color="#b91091"]Bobby: Alright. I'm listening. This is way better than your creepy fucking letters dude. [/font] [font color="#1979e6"]Shawn: Mate. Brace yourself. As I always say. I've only confided in my butler Belfrey. Who you've never met. He's from my England home. You need to know this. Firstly, the money, it is yours. I'm still off the grid, but I've taken measures to ensure the 6.5 million I left you is yours to keep. No strings. I owe you that. You mean a great deal to me. [/font] [font color="#b91091"]Bobby: We're fucking legends man! Sign with AWF. We'll tear shit apart! Come on! [/font] [font color="#1979e6"]Shawn: I understand you're excited to have me back, but listen. I was under extreme duress. I'll keep things short. My sister... [/font] [font color="#b91091"]Bobby: You have a sister? [/font] [font color="#1979e6"]Shawn: Yes. Sadly. Her name is Lorraine. She wanted you dead. She tried to kill you that day in the accident. It was you they were after.  [/font] [font color="#b91091"]Bobby: That stupid cunt. [/font] [font color="#1979e6"]Shawn: Yes... my father died in 1995, left me everything. They had a prenup when they got divorced in 1989. He cut them off as much as he could outside of child payments. I got it all when he died. I've never been close with my mother or sister. They are just different. They look alike. Act alike. Everything. They have been set on ruining my life over money. [b]When they found out through a source I do not know yet... [/b]that I put you in my will with Belfrey as my sole benefactors... they just lost it. They tried to have you killed... so you wouldn't be able to get anything. They just couldn't take it. [/font] [font color="#b91091"]Bobby: All this is about money? Those dumb bitches. Lets go fuck them up Shawn! Let's do it man! [/font] [font color="#1979e6"]Shawn: No. She's dangerous. She's completely nuts. She almost killed me in the crash, as you know. I faked my death so they'd lay off you. I needed to get away and work this out. She told me I had to fake my death, let the will follow through, and then pay her separately. Which I couldn't do. You and Belfrey got everything. I had a secret fund from father. My trust fund that I never touched. I always kept it private. It was untouchable from everyone but me. She knew this... so I made a deal with mother and her. If they let you go... and stopped stalking you... [/font] [div style="text-align:center;"][b style="font-size:10pt;"][font size="6"]** To BE CONTINUED IN RP #3 **[/font][/b][/div] [/font][/div][/div][/div][/div]