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Climax Control Archives / Round One - The Redemption Tour

« Last post by MiloKasey on April 26, 2024, 11:56:04 PM »

Blow After Blow

As the final echoes of the crowd's cheers faded into the distant hum of the arena, Miles stood alone in the dimly lit corridor backstage. His heart hammered in his chest, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he replayed the events of the match in his mind. Defeat hung heavy in the air around him, a bitter taste lingering on his tongue.

Carter approached cautiously, his footsteps echoing softly against the concrete floor. He could see the frustration etched into every line of Miles's face, the weight of defeat bearing down on his shoulders like a heavy burden. With a gentle hand, Carter reached out, resting it on Miles's tense shoulder.

"Miles... you okay?" Carter's voice was soft, filled with genuine concern.

Miles shook his head, his jaw clenched tight with pent-up emotion. "I’ve been better," he admitted, his voice thick with frustration. He’s trying to hold it in, he was mad and he had EVERY right to be but the last person he wanted to take it out on was the man he loved more than life itself. So he did the next best thing he could, he started peeling what was left of his wrist tape, "You saw what happened out there, love. Vaughn had to resort to cheating just to get the upper hand. After everything we've been through, after we had those fans legit at the edge of their seats and the fucker has to just pull it all out and fuck all with that dirty ass pin... and then...." Miles just rips the rest of tape off and crumbles it up and throws it down the hall, “HE MOCKS ME with the title I just spent 7 fucking months pouring everything I had into it. I don’t give a fuck that he walked out of here tonight with that belt, let him have it. But now the next shot that I have at that son of a bitch? I’m gonna rip his bleeding heart out and shove it down his fuckin’ throat.”

Carter frowned sympathetically, his heart aching for Miles's pain. "I’m sorry babe. I really am. I thought for sure you had him several moments there and that match was just...it’s got Match of the Year written all over it. You should at least be proud of that."

“Don’t misunderstand me, love. I am extremely proud of that but it all seems tainted now by a shit move by a shittier human.” Miles wants to scream but instead he just stops and takes a deep breath, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be taking it out on you. Just...”

Carter reaches out and rubs his fiance’s arms to help him calm down, “Fuck Vaughn, I get it.”

“In other news, you looked absolutely spectacular, like always. I must give Olive a whole lot of credit.” Miles smirked.

Carter just rolls those beautiful blue eyes and a smirk of his own, “Maybe enough to let her design your next gear?”

The laughter was much needed because we all knew how this was going to end and part of Miles really wanted to see it, “She’ll have to have a conversation with Mattie and I think we both know that kind of clash the world is not ready for.”

“Yeah, that’s a good point. But still couldn’t help but put that out there, even if it was to see you laugh just a little bit.”

Miles just sighs, and wraps Carter up in a hug, “I love you so damn much.”

Unbeknownst to them, LJ, the young man that during the whole show Miles found out he wasn’t just another wrestler but indeed his long-lost half-brother, stood nearby, hesitating to approach. He had overheard their conversation and felt a pang of empathy for Miles's plight, I mean he did just throw a major wrench into their lives. With a deep breath, LJ stepped forward, his voice tentative yet sincere.

"Um... Miles?" LJ's voice wavered slightly as he spoke, unsure if now was the right time to intervene.

Miles looked up, surprised to see LJ standing there. Recognition flickered in his eyes, albeit briefly, before the weight of his frustration settled back in. "Hey, now’s not really the best..." he replied, his tone distracted.

LJ shifted nervously, his gaze darting between Miles and Carter. "I know and I just wanted to...I couldn't help overhearing... about what happened out there tonight. I just wanted to say... I'm sorry, man. That really sucked."

Miles's expression softened, a flicker of gratitude shining in his eyes. "Yeah, it sucks big time," he admitted, his voice tinged with resignation. "But hey, that's wrestling for you, right? Gotta take the good with the bad."

Carter interjected, his voice tinged with anger. "."Yeah, especially when you're up against someone like Vaughn. Guy's a snake, always looking for an edge

Miles nodded in agreement, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface. "I think I’m done ranting for the night. I’ll recoup, recover and then kick his ass the first chance I get. But umm, look LJ, I know we probably should talk but-"

“Oh no, I know...not the best time. But I wanted to give you my number before I leave, so when you’re ready...” LJ reaches out and in his hand is a piece of paper with his number, “Anyways, whenever you’re ready...”

“He’ll call,” Carter spoke with a little bit of sharpness in his voice, snatching the paper from LJ’s hand. “Now if you excuse us, we have somewhere to be.”

Carter wraps his arm through Miles and starts to pull him away, “Uh, you alright?”

“That’s the second time he’s done that tonight when we were having a moment,” Carter mumbled.

Miles raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering across his features, “Now who’s being the protective one?”

Carter smirked, squeezing Miles's shoulder reassuringly. "Just looking out for you, babe."

Suds and Sibling Revelations
Back in Vegas

Back in the familiar comfort of their Las Vegas home, Miles and Carter settled in after the whirlwind of Blaze of Glory and its aftermath. The weight of Miles's loss still hung heavy in the air, but being back home provided a sense of solace amidst the chaos.

As Miles sat on the couch, flipping through the channels absentmindedly, his mind wandered back to LJ, the young man who had unknowingly entered his life and turned it upside down. He had spent the past week processing the revelation that LJ was his half-brother, a fact that still felt surreal even now.

Carter noticed the distant look in Miles's eyes and placed a comforting hand on his knee. "Hey, you okay there, love?"

Miles snapped out of his reverie, offering a faint smile. "Yeah, just lost in thought, I guess."

Carter nodded understandingly. "Still thinking about LJ?"

Miles nodded, a mixture of emotions swirling within him. "Yeah. It's just... I never imagined I had another sibling out there, you know? For the longest time it was just myself and Bri, with mum. And now that I do, it's like this whole new world has opened up."

Carter squeezed Miles's knee gently. "It's a lot to take in, I get that. But you handled it with grace, inviting him over and all."

Miles nodded appreciatively. "Yeah, well, I figured it was about time we had a proper chat. I want to get to know him better, understand what his life has been like growing up without knowing about us or our dad."

Just then, there was a knock at the door, interrupting their conversation. Miles's heart fluttered with anticipation as he rose to answer it. Opening the door, he found LJ standing there, a hesitant smile on his face.

"Hey, LJ, come on in," Miles greeted, stepping aside to let him enter.

LJ stepped into the living room, glancing around nervously. "Thanks, Miles. And uh, thanks for inviting me and all. Hope I’m not intruding or anything."

Miles waved off LJ's concerns with a reassuring smile. "No worries at all. We're glad you're here."

Carter greeted LJ warmly, offering him a seat on the couch. "Make yourself at home, LJ. Can I get you anything? Coffee, tea?"

LJ shook his head gratefully. "No, I'm good, thank you."

Carter and Miles look at one another and Miles just nods and Carter goes off to make himself scarce as the brothers talk. As they settled into an uncomfortable silence, Miles cleared his throat, breaking the ice. "So, umm, LJ, I don’t really know where to even begin. I know things have been a bit... hectic, to say the least."

LJ shifted uneasily, his gaze fixed on his hands. "Yeah, it's been... a lot. Finding out about you, our sister...which I know that’s gonna be a whole other situation... it’s not even really about dad in a way but... it's been a rollercoaster, to say the least. But look, just to clear the air, I’m not looking for anything, I just...I’m an only kid, at least I was until recently. My mum raised me on her own when da died, not that I remember much, I was only three when he..." LJ clears his throat, “Sorry, I don’t mean to do the whole trama dump.”

“Oh believe me, there is still a lot about Lyle Kasey, the first, that I have yet to let go of.” Miles nodded empathetically, sensing LJ's apprehension. "BUT I can imagine. It's a lot to process, for both of us. But look, I know you have several questions and I have my own so, let’s start off with dear ole dad."

LJ looked up, meeting Miles's gaze with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty. "Yeah, I guess that’s about as good as anywhere to start. My mum said that he was pretty much a smooth talked when the whole relationship started, but when she learned about the truth...that he was still...apparently our mums knew one another."

“Of course they did, and trust me when I say nothing that I find out about that man surprises me anymore.”

Just as the conversation started to flow, a commotion erupted from the bathroom. Splashing water and frantic meows filled the air, causing Miles and LJ to exchange puzzled glances.

“What in the hell? Carter?”

Carter emerged from the bathroom, soaking wet and slightly frazzled, with a sopping wet and furious Ms. Thang squirming in his arms, she eventually breaks free and takes off for her cat tree, just high enough away that Carter won’t pull her down but he just glares at her and tries to collect himself, "So...I tried to give Ms. Thang a bath, but she's not having it," he explained sheepishly, his hair dripping water onto the floor.

Miles couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. As LJ can’t help but laugh out, "Looks like someone's not a fan of bath time, huh?"

Carter rolled his eyes, gently setting Ms. Thang down on the floor where she promptly shook herself off, sending droplets of water flying in every direction. "Tell me about it. I think I need a towel more than she does."

“You know damn well I am the only one she lets even remotely bathe her.”

“Oh yeah? You think you’re so slick...go ahead and try to get her and you can do it.”

Miles just looks at LJ to say ‘Gimmie a mo’, and walks over to the cupboard, grabs some treats and slowly makes his way over to Ms. Thang. “Hey sweetheart, let's get you that bath.” he shakes the treats in his hand and Ms. Thang tilts her head and does a meow before she slowly crawls down the tree and Miles greets her with the treats, “There we go. Good girl.”

Miles picks her soaked self up and carries her past Carter and LJ who just look on in wonder, with a sly grin on his face.

“He really needs to teach me that.” Carter says, running his hands through his hair, “That’s your brother, and yes...he really is that damn good.”

Putting that Work in
Go Gym

The atmosphere in the gym was charged with intensity as Miles Kasey unleashed a flurry of strikes on the punching bag. Each blow landed with bone-crushing force, echoing through the cavernous space. Sweat glistened on his brow, his muscles flexing with every movement as he poured his frustration and anger into each strike.

Carter stood nearby, watching with a mixture of concern and admiration. He could see the fire burning in Miles's eyes, the determination etched into every line of his face. Despite the recent setback, Miles was more focused than ever, driven by a fierce desire to prove himself in the ring.

"Miles, you're on fire tonight," Carter called out, his voice barely audible over the sound of Miles's relentless assault on the bag.

Miles didn't respond, his focus unwavering as he continued to unleash a relentless barrage of strikes. With each punch and kick, he could feel the weight of his recent defeat pressing down on him, fueling his determination to succeed.

Finally, Miles stepped back, his chest heaving as he took a moment to catch his breath. His gaze swept across the gym, lingering on the various training equipment scattered throughout the room. This was his sanctuary, his refuge from the chaos of the outside world. Here, he could let go of his frustrations and focus solely on his training.

But even in the midst of his solitude, Miles couldn't shake the memory of his recent loss to Peter Vaughn. The way Vaughn had cheated and mocked him in front of the entire world. It was a bitter pill to swallow, one that left a sour taste in his mouth.

And now, as he prepared to face off against the enigmatic Entity, Miles's determination burned hotter than ever. He knew that this match was about more than just victory. It was about redemption, about proving to himself and to the world that he was still the same Miles Kasey who had fought tooth and nail to become the SCW Internet Champion.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Miles turned to face Carter, a steely resolve in his eyes. "I'm not going to let Vaughn's mind games get to me, Carter. Or anyone’s games for that matter. I'm not going to let them win. This is my time, my moment to shine. And when I step into that ring, I'm going to give it everything I've got. No holding back, no regrets."

Carter nodded, his own determination matching Miles's. “Did I ever tell you that it’s really really hot when you get like this?”

Miles stops for a second to smile, “I’m just getting started.”

Round One
Battleground - Hastings
But we’re back in Manchester...for a little bit at least.

The weight of recent events pressed heavily on Miles's mind as he sat in the quiet of his hotel room. Carter had insisted that they would come over a little earlier to visit Miles' family to help him get his mind off everything but instead, he found himself getting deeper and deeper into his own head. He knew the looming match against Entity would be no ordinary bout. It wasn't just about physicality; it was a battle of wills, a clash of minds. And Miles was determined not to let Entity get the better of him.

Leaning back on the couch, Miles ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing with thoughts of his enigmatic opponent. Entity's mask, his mind games, they all seemed designed to unsettle, to undermine. But Miles refused to let fear take hold. He had faced tough opponents before, had stared down the barrel of defeat and emerged stronger for it. And knowing at Entity was out for a little redemption of his own with Carter’s win over him just a few weeks ago.

"This Entity character... he's something else," Miles muttered to himself, his voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and determination. "The way he plays mind games, gets into your head... it's unnerving, to say the least."

But Miles wasn't one to back down from a challenge. He had fought tooth and nail to climb the ranks in SCW, had overcome obstacles that would have broken lesser men. And he wasn't about to let some masked wrestler unravel everything he had worked so hard to achieve.

"I know it’s cliche but it’s no damn secret that I've faced my fair share of tough opponents in this business," Miles continued, his tone growing more resolute with each word. "But Entity... he's on a whole other level. He's not gonna just try to beat me physically; he's gonna try to break me mentally. And I'll be damned if I let him succeed. My life right now, it’s an open book and never ending twists and turns but I have accepted the things that I cannot change. I know damn well that I am no longer SCW Internet Champion, I let it slip from my hands. And yeah, I am plenty pissed."

With a determined glint in his eyes, Miles rose from the couch, his jaw set in determination. "I won't let him get to me. I won't let him use his mind games to throw me off my game. I’m now out to throw everyone else off theirs. When I step into that ring, I'll be focused, I'll be ready. And I'll show him what I'm made of. I’m going to make everyone wonder exactly what the hell has been unleashed. And I hope like hell Peter Vaughn sits back and watches as I make Entity question his actual existence."

As he spoke, a sense of calm washed over Miles, his resolve unwavering in the face of uncertainty. He knew the road ahead would be fraught with challenges, knew that Entity would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. But Miles was ready. Ready to face his fears, ready to confront his demons, ready to emerge victorious.

"Our dear sweet Entity may think he has the upper hand," Miles concluded, his voice filled with quiet confidence. "But he's about to find out that he's got paired up with the wrong mother fucker at the wrong fucking time. When it comes down to it, it's not about masks or mind games. It's about heart, it's about determination, and it's about who wants it more. I’m not going to let this slip...not now...and not ever again. And believe me, Entity, I want it more than you could ever imagine and I will hold no pity for you. Not anymore. And not ever again."

With those words hanging in the air like a challenge, Miles strode out of the apartment, his resolve unshakable as he prepared to face whatever awaited him in the ring.

Climax Control Archives / Sweet and Stupid No More (CORDELIA)

« Last post by Julianna DiMaria on April 26, 2024, 11:41:37 PM »

April 15

Cordelia Clark has returned home to Brooklyn following her brief cameo at Blaze of Glory. She’s angry as she’s looking at highlights (lowlights?) from Justin Smith’s SCW career up to this point. She turns off the monitor that she’s looking at and rolls her eyes.

“I got drawn with a fucking loser…”

Cordelia lets out an angry sigh and starts to ruminate about her time in Sin City Underground. She reflects on when she started out as an arrogant rookie before she turned over a new leaf and became one of the biggest sweethearts in the company even if she was struggling with confidence issues at first. Cordelia doesn’t know how to treat the SCU memories at this point.

“Of all the idiots in that tournament that I could’ve had as a partner, it had to be him…”

“Why do you have to behave like that, Cordy?”

Cordelia gets annoyed at the sudden presence of her older sister Morganna (who also wrestled in SCU as Morgan Clark for the most part).

“Wait, so the big sister that changed her wrestling name to Morganna as part of a temper tantrum over Amy Santino dissing her and forgetting who she was is suddenly asking me why I’m behaving a certain way?”

“It’s not all doom and gloom, Cordelia…” Morganna says with some anger in her voice. “Just because you drew someone that, on paper, might be one of the worst men on the roster and in the tournament doesn’t mean it can’t work out. The biggest loser can become a world champion at any point. After all, that’s what happened to Dani Weston, right?”

“Sis, I know my SCW history. When Dani’s Cinderella run as the SCW Bombshells World Champion ended, what did she become the rest of her SCW career?”

Morganna bites her lower lip with nervousness, knowing that the answer is far from a positive one whatsoever.

“Trying to compare my partner to Dani Weston is not a good idea….”

Morganna lets out a frustrated sigh.

“I know the drill, Morganna. I am not a miracle worker. I might be able to steal a win or two, but you’re kidding yourself if you actually think that Justin and I are going to win the tournament. I’m a realist. I’d have to pull a miracle to get through all four rounds especially when you consider that the tournament only gets tougher with every round.”

“So you’re giving up already?”

“More like tempering my expectations…” Cordelia says as she rolls her eyes.

“What happened to the baby sister that I had that would be a lot more optimistic in general? The Cordelia that I knew last year would be facing the odds and trying to make the most out of it. Maybe instead of running down your partner, you should try to teach him a thing or two… to uplift him? Maybe encourage him?”

“Oh shut UP…” Cordelia says with increasing anger in her voice. “The Cordelia that you’re describing is a pushover. If that Cordelia was in this tournament, there’s no way we’d even get past the first round. I mean, we might not anyway, but my new attitude is literally the one sliver of hope that I have of even getting by the first round. Period. When we lose in this tournament, it’ll be HIS fault. If SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY we win, it’ll be because of me and me alone. If I have to carry a sack of shit, then so be it. I mean for fuck’s sake, it’s not like I am used to carrying a sack of shit throughout my career anyway…”

“Cordy, I am not going to tolerate you calling me…”

“Not YOU, sis! By ‘sack of shit’, I’m talking about the burden of being the good girl that would see the bright light in everything and being naive, stupid and easy to take advantage of. I’ve had to make chicken salad out of chicken shit and after a while, it gets exhausting. I made chicken salad out of chicken shit in HYBRID when they didn’t care for me and were just satisfied to toss me aside for their ‘big names’ and I did the same thing with SCU in the end when it seemed like my run there was going to end with a whimper but I challenged Andrea Hernandez on their last show and kicked her ass! Maybe if YOU saw your wrestling career from a realistic standpoint, you wouldn’t be as mediocre as you’ve become ever since you lost the one world title you’ve had.”

“Cordelia, I don’t know how long you can continue this way. This is not the way to be…”

“Says the hypocrite that tore my gown off in front of the whole world in SCU and triggered Hayley Halsey having a sexual obsession with me…”

“How many times do I have to apologize for that?”

“Just leave me alone, Morgan. I know what I’m doing now. I’m not going to be that weakling anymore… not after everything I’ve had to suffer through. Being the sweetheart brought me nothing but tragedy, frustration and disappointment. The fact that I won three Vanguard titles in HYBRID and two Freedom titles in 5BW in spite of being such a pushover is a testament to what I DESERVE as my full potential. Get out of my face, sis! I’m done with this conversation.”

Morganna can only sigh with anger and disappointment before she makes her way out of Cordelia’s space.

“I will never let anyone bring me down or treat me like a piece of shit again…” Cordelia says with anger in her voice as she begins to remember the moment where the ‘sweetheart’ in her basically died…

Christmas 2023

Cordelia’s eyes are flooded with tears as she’s in a hospital room. Someone that means a hell of a lot to her in her then-boyfriend (now husband) Brian Everett is comatose on a hospital bed.

“How can this happen?” Cordelia asks herself. There is guilt flowing through her considering that the event where the love of her young life became comatose happened right in front of her in a wrestling ring to begin with.

Cordelia doesn’t even want to say anything or even have a thought cross her mind. She walks over to Brian and holds his hand hoping that some good vibes in any way will be enough for him to wake up. A few moments later, she leans into him, practically embracing him at this point.

“It should’ve never happened…” she thinks to herself. “He should’ve never been in harm’s way. I should’ve never let him come to the arena with me when I retained my Freedom title and got some revenge for him against the bastards that injured him in the first place. I should’ve told him to get out of the ring and propose to me backstage. I was going to say yes no matter what. But now, he’s in even WORSE condition…”

“You have some NERVE…” Cordelia hears the voice of an older woman say. She turns around with some reluctance and she spots her future mother in law. Mrs. Everett is completely angry as she gets closer to her. “Get away from him!”

Cordelia meekly moves away from her boyfriend without a fight.

“You realize that my son is in this condition because of YOU, right?”

Cordelia remains frozen, not even bothering to answer this.

“I’ve kept telling him repeatedly that he’s too good for you. You don’t have a spine. I’ve seen you in your career here and there being a constant pushover and letting everyone else run all over you. You should’ve never come into my son’s life at all!”

“Mrs. Everett… I didn’t…”

“Silence, child! I’m talking! I want my grandchildren to have a strong mother that will stand up for herself. God forbid you both get married and have children. You’re an absolutely worthless person, you understand that?”

Cordelia is conflicted between responding and staying quiet as tears roll down her face even more.

“Was it your idea for him to come out to the ring and try to propose to you before he got curb stomped and knocked unconscious? It was, wasn’t it?”

“Mrs. Everett, I had no idea that he was even thinking of that. How could it be my idea?”

“Was it you that suggested which jewelry store to go to when he got mugged and injured in the first place?”

“NO!” Cordelia says, with her anger growing. “Why are you blaming this on me? We should be on the same page! You and I have ONE thing in common and that’s the fact that NEITHER of us wanted this! If you want to think that I’m not good enough for your son, FINE! I don’t care what you think! You’ve never liked me. You’re never going to like me! For years, I’ve had to endure this kind of abuse from you just because you think I’m not good enough for him.”

“You’re NOT… and you NEVER will be! I want you to get out and I don’t want you ANYWHERE near my son again!”

“WHAT?” Cordelia shouts through her tears. “We’re both adults, you can’t cut me off from him!”

“Did I stutter, child? You’re coming NOWHERE near my son! You’re POISON to him and you always have been. My son deserves better than a no backbone bitch like you!”

Cordelia doesn’t respond, but she refuses to leave.

“Get out! Now! You’ve done enough damage! You’ve disgraced the Everett family enough. You’re just another example of how the Clarks are a menace to the Upper East Side. Pieces of elephant dung, all of you…”

“You could never understand the love that we…”

Mrs. Everett smacks Cordelia across the face.

“You have five seconds to get out of my life or I will call the police on you and have you thrown in jail fo being an insolent little BITCH! Five… four…”

Cordelia tearfully runs out of the room as fast as she can get out before she runs across the hall into an empty waiting room. She slams and locks the door, hides in a corner and just bawls, not knowing what to do or how to get out of the horrible situation she finds herself in. The “new Cordelia”, without question, isn’t taking this type of crap anymore.

April 15

Cordelia is in a calmer mood, but she’s still a bit upset regarding both Morganna’s incessant whining toward her from her own perspective as well as the pushover she just reflected on. She takes a deep breath and is so far into her mind that she doesn’t notice her husband sitting next to her. She looks at Brian and smiles, knowing that she finally has a face she wants to see.

“Welcome home…” he says to her as they kiss each other.

“That was a bit of a fight back from the SCW show…” Cordelia admits, still looking annoyed.

“Is everything okay?”

“My sister was getting on my ass for what I was saying about my Blast from the Past tournament partner.”

“Jesus, can she let it go already?”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell her but she won’t understand that I can’t be the pushover that I was anymore. I know I won a bunch of singles titles in my career, but why do I have to accept when bad things happen to me, when things don’t go my way or I guess in this case, a draw that completely fucked me over?”

“You don’t have to take that shit, Cordelia. Morgan needs to let go of who you used to be.”

“If I wasn’t the pushover that I used to be, you would’ve never been in a coma to begin with, my career in HYBRID goes way better than it did, I wouldn’t have had to scramble for a match on SCU’s final show, I might have another world title or two to my name by now…”

“It’s a better time now…” Brian assures her as he wraps an arm around her. “...and I believe in you. You’re in an outright shit situation with who your partner is in that Blast from the Past tournament, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you found away to get to the semifinals. Though, I understand the odds but…”

“It’s going to take a miracle to even win one…” I reiterate.

“You’ve pulled miracles before…” Brian reminds her. “I never thought that my mother was ever going to come around and accept you into our family but you impressed her with your new attitude. If you can pull THAT off, then I don’t see why you can’t win at least one match in this tournament despite being anchored by a terrible partner.”

Finally, Cordelia can smile. She is thrilled on the inside that someone gets her and where she is coming from.

“Your mother coming around with me is the BEST comparison that you can make in this situation. This is why I love you so much! You GET ME! You’re not trying to push me back to that stupid pushover that I was. I was worried that when I turned that new leaf over that you were going to reject me and that you were going to want an annulment…”

“No, Cordy. That was never going to happen. On the contrary, I’ve actually grown to love you more now that you’ve gotten more of a backbone. I loved who you were before, but I married a hell of a woman two months ago. But… let’s be real…”

Brian scoffs as he delivers a ‘harsh truth’ that Cordelia will not hesitate to agree with.

“You have a better chance of winning that mixed tag tournament with ME as your partner and I’m not even a wrestler at all.”

Cordelia laughs at this, showing no signs of disagreement.

“That’s the damn truth… and I’m not going to step aside. I’m not going to let the bigger names get an accolade at my expense. I’m tired of being relegated to the sidelines just because I don’t have the right last name or because I don’t have seventy five million Twitter followers. I’m done with it! I am NOT going to fear THE BIG NAMES. If I happen to cross paths with any of them… those that are known in SCW… or elsewhere… I WILL make sure, even if that sack of shit costs me the match, that the BIG NAME does NOT beat me!

“You’ve stepped aside for the “popular kids” long enough, Cordy!”

“You’re fucking right I have… back when I was sweet and stupid…”

Cordelia scoffs at this notion.

“Well I’m NOT sweet and stupid anymore….”

Cordelia stands up and her husband stands along with her.

“Not anymore… not now… never again…”

Cordelia walks out of her home, clearly determined even if the situation to her is looking rather bleak. She knows the challenge ahead will be difficult, especially with a partner she would’ve never wanted, but she also knows she has all the talent and all the gusto in the world to break through and show the world she’s not going to stand for being pushed over again.

April 26

Cordelia’s got the camera right in front of her and the most notable thing is that she is standing in front of a trash can on an anonymous street. She’s holding two championships on her shoulders and she is even wearing an SCU shirt as a bit of a reminder of where she started in her career. She’s got an angry glare in her eye as she begins to speak.

“For those of you that remember me, my name is Cordelia Clark and I am one of the greatest prodigies that Sin City Underground has ever seen. Don’t give me the fucking lecture of how long that company has been dead. I am very much aware of that. Some of you idiots are going to be that fucking predictable, I know that for a fact. When it came to Sin City Underground, the sad, unfortunate truth is that the legacy of that company has been marred and ruined by the names that have since infested the Bombshell roster. When the “best Bombshells from SCU” are supposedly Krystal Wolfe and Ariana Angelos… two women that I made my BITCH over and over again, then you know you have a problem. BUT, let’s not talk about mediocrity. Let’s talk about ME! Let’s talk about how I broke out and became a world champion in SCU at just 22 years of age. Let’s talk about how I was a TV Champion. Let’s talk about how I beat some of the bigger names for those belts and was the constant owner of Angel Kash! Yeah, I did REALLY fucking good for myself. I’d like to think that when it comes to the history and the legacy of that company, I’m a big fucking deal.

Yeah, I know that I don’t have a history in SCW aside from retaining that Underground Championship at High Stakes 2021…”

Cordelia pauses as she rolls her eyes in exaggerated boredom.

“You lot are fucking predictable, let me put it that way. There was no way I wasn’t going to come back here at least once. After all, Sin City Underground for all of its faults is where I started my career and even though I have turned over a new leaf since the sad closure of the company, I will ALWAYS have an appreciation for where my wrestling journey began. Now, since SCU’s closure… I’ve put together a hell of a career! Three time HYBRID Vanguard Champion… and look, I have that title with me! Two time and CURRENT 5BW Freedom Champion and the most dominant holder of this title that the company has ever had! And hey, I have this title with me too! But, I’m not here just to show off some belts I’ve won in other places. I’m showcasing these belts to make a point…”

At this point, Cordelia pauses again as she suddenly tosses the HYBRID Vanguard Championship in the trash.

“...and that point is that unlike who I was in Sin City Underground, I am NO… FUCKING… PUSHOVER! What does the WORTHLESS belt I just tossed in the trash have anything to do with this? Well, let me bring you up to speed on that. Aside from a few idiots in the locker room, I don’t have a bad thing to say about 5BW as a whole. Of course, I’d never say anything bad about SCU. But HYBRID… oh gosh… these people saw my name and they thought “oh they’re not so and so, so therefore, they are not important.”. Sure, I won that belt I just tossed in the trash three times, but that was their ceiling for me. That title is the equivalent of the SCW Bombshells Roulette Championship… the supposed third-tier title. So, that company just anchored that belt on me thinking that my ceiling was being a THIRD TIER WRESTLER…

FUCK THAT!

And FUCK THAT COMPANY! They expected me to be HAPPY with being a third tier wrestler that was just there to make the BIG NAMES look better! Toward the end, when I realized that they didn’t give a fuck about me enough because I wasn’t THAT BIG NAME, I decided that they weren’t worth my energy anymore and yet, I STILL won that third-tier title for the final time. If you expect me to just lie down and die in this tournament and bend the knee to a “BIG NAME” in SCW or in the business in this tournament just because of the fact that I drew probably the worst wrestler on the men’s side of the company aside from maybe THE TROLL, then… you know… go fuck yourself. Because that’s NOT going to happen and my first round match EPITOMIZES what I am talking about, people!

My first Bombshells opponent in this tournament is Serena Riot…”

Cordelia kicks the trash can down and shrugs.

“I guess I should just kick the bucket as far as my tournament hopes and dreams go and go home right? After all, Justin Smith SUCKS and he’s dealing with Eddie Lyons who clearly has his number and it’s SERENA RIOT! OH MY GOD, I AM FACING SERENA RIOT! BIG NAME IN THE BUSINESS MAKING HER SCW DEBUT! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! I’m SCREWED! I have no chance of beating her! Me and my 200 Twitter followers pale in comparison to someone SO NOTORIOUS that has wrestled all around the world and has over four times as many Twitter followers as I do! I’m FUCKED guys! I should just lie down and bend the knee to the BIG NAME because EVERYONE knows who Serena Riot is while NOBODY outside of the places I wrestle for know who Cordelia Clark is!

FUCK THAT!

Serena, you’ve done what you’ve done all around the world and everything and I am not going to take away those accomplishments from you but that does not and will not make you better than me. I don’t give a fuck about your reputation. I don’t give a fuck if you strike fear into the hearts of the fickle masses. To me, you’re another obstacle and another opponent. I don’t need that sack of shit I am carrying to beat Eddie Lyons. All I need to do is beat YOU and that’s exactly what I will do. You’re treated as wrestling royalty all around the world in most places but as far as I know when it comes to SCW history, BIG NAMES like you come to this company and flop more often than not and this Sunday, that’s exactly what is going to happen. I WANT this match WAY more than you do! Don’t take what I said about my partner at Blaze of Glory as weakness, I am more than good enough to be able to beat you for the very reason that I just stated.

You’re too preoccupied with other things with your time.

You signed up for this tournament, but I haven’t even seen a peep from you regarding this tournament. I mean, you’re such a ghost when it comes to the Blast from the Past tournament that I even question if you know who your partner is. I mean you probably do, but are you even IN THIS? Or are you just one of those wrestlers that decided to take part ONLY for the title shot and nothing else? You know the types. You’re too preoccupied with the company that you run and even wrestling in it yourself to care about this tournament, honestly. Hell, I bet if you’ve even seen the lineup for this Sunday’s show, you’ve seen my name and you’ve asked yourself ‘who the fuck is Cordelia Clark?’. If that’s the question that you are asking about me, then come Sunday I am going to introduce you to the fuck I am. On top of the fact that I KNOW I want this more than you do, a quick glance at your social media activity recently shows, for one, the promotion of your own company which is understandable. That’s your baby, basically. But hours ago, you’re talking about how you don’t even know what your future holds.

In fact… the first line in your Twitter bio even says “Retired Bitch”.

Wow, I bet Eddie is going to be REAL happy to know that, right? I don’t know if it’s a piece of information that you forgot to update, in which case that would be an indicator that you’ve retired from this business at least once, but still… the fact that you are openly mulling your own future basically says it all. You don’t want this tournament. You definitely don’t want this match. And aside from running your company, I don’t even know what you even want out of this business anymore. In fact, do YOU know what you want out of this? To me, Serena, while your accomplishments aren’t one to deny, what I see with you is a bunch of smoke and mirrors. I see a woman whose passion about the business fluctuates like the damn weather. You probably see someone like me and you probably think I’m not worth your time. Either way, all of the aggression that I STILL have boiling in me from ALL of the times I’ve been FUCKED OVER and made to STEP ASIDE for the ESTABLISHED BIG NAME is going to be unleashed on Sunday.

You are EXACTLY the “BIG NAME” that I need to beat in order to silence the critics and let the fucking idiots in this business know that they don’t have a right to look past me anymore just because I’m not all over the place with a fucking million Twitter followers. If PINNING YOU in the middle of the ring is what shocks the world, then FUCK IT because it’s about fucking time people know about the name Cordelia Clark in this business. I’ve stepped aside and eaten shit for the benefit of wrestlers like you LONG ENOUGH and being paired up with a piece of shit like Justin Smith and you being my first round opponent is where I draw the line. That passion, that anger, that hunger inside of me is what will be your undoing and hell, if you have a fragile ego, maybe I can be the one to send you to what would be at least a second retirement. You’re yapping on Twitter about how you don’t know what your future holds…

Well… how about on Sunday, I make that questioning a little clearer for you, huh?

So take your “216” bullshit back to Cleveland… a city of BOTTOM FEEDING LOSERS BY THE WAY… and focus on just running your company, okay? How about I relieve that burden for you, Serena?

Of course, your partner…. Eddie Lyons…

Look, let me be real here. I am not going to be in the ring with Eddie at any point during our match because of the mixed tag team rules in Sin City Wrestling. So, addressing him at ALL would be a waste of my time. Now, I know that he and Justin share a history recently and that may come into play as far as Sunday is concerned, but… honestly, I can give fuck all about that.

I’m sure you know how I feel about you Justin.

And if I could fathom a guess, you’re probably not happy with me because I spoke the truth at Blaze of Glory with my draft reaction.

I don’t give a fuck, Justin.

The truth is the truth. You’re ONE AND FUCKING ELEVEN in this company! You haven’t won a match this year and you’ve lost eight singles matches in a row. What the fuck do you expect? For me to say “Oh I’m going to make the most out of this and it’s going to be a great experience and I’m gonna motivate him to be better and I’m going to be his friend and puppies and rainbows and sunshine and…” UGGGGGGH!

You’re a LOSER… a TROGLODYTE… a MISCREANT… a BOTTOM FEEDING, HAPLESS INSIPID FOOL….

Who has lost three straight times to Eddie Lyons…

Get your ‘thank yous’ ready, you piece of shit because I’m the reason why both the Lyons streak and your losing streak is about to end. When I ‘shock the world’ and PIN Serena Riot, your victory total in SCW is going to literally DOUBLE! You’re WELCOME, Justin…

Eddie, I’m sorry but your partner doesn’t give enough of a shit and I WILL exploit that to the best of my ability. I WILL beat Serena and I will show the world that Cordelia Clark…

IS!

THAT!

BITCH!

She’s nothing but a worm just like anyone else that would be cursed enough to live in Cleveland… a place in the dying Rust Belt that won’t get with the times and will never regain the glory it began to lose 70 years ago.

In Cleveland, all they know is SADNESS…

In Brooklyn, all we know is being HEAD OF THE CLASS!

And somehow, someway, on Sunday, this Princeton graduate will be just that!"

Cordelia leaves the trash can that she kicked, and the HYBRID Vanguard Championship that she dumped in it, behind. She departs with just her 5BW Freedom Championship with her figurative nose in the air, showing no regrets about anything she just said about her opponents, or even her own partner, as the camera ultimately fades to black.

Climax Control Archives / Stranger In A Strange Land

« Last post by LittleMissVex on April 26, 2024, 11:26:09 PM »

Well, I guess this is the part where I introduce myself, isn’t it?

Hello SCW. My name is Kasey Vex.

And I’m here to win this whole damn thing.

Trite? Perhaps. Cliche? Almost certainly.

True? 100%.

But I think I’m getting a little ahead of myself, aren’t I? After all, I’m not exactly a known commodity in this company, as one of my upcoming opponents pointed out on social media. But what’s life without a little mystery to keep things interesting, am I right? You should be quite used to it, Bobbie. Isn’t that what the Roulette title is all about? A spin of the wheel, never knowing just what kind of havoc you’ll be forced to defend that title in?

Surprised that I know that? Well, just because you don’t seem to know anything about me doesn’t mean that I don’t know about you, or your company. I’m the kind of person who does my homework. Of course, it helps when you’ve got friends in high places, as well…

Oop, there I go rambling again. Here I was supposed to be formally introducing myself.

But I’d much rather introduce myself in the ring.

—---

“A tournament?”

Kasey squinted skeptically at the phone screen, one eyebrow raised as her mouth curved into a frown. “A mixed tag tournament?”

Seated behind a massive oak desk, Kasey’s half-brother Eddy smiled. “Just another opportunity for you to expand your reach in the wake of this Miracle Galaxy hiatus. Don’t worry, I’ve looked over your schedule and this won’t create too much interference with your other obligations. In fact, it all slots in quite nicely together with Valkyrie Pro and IWF. It’s just enough to keep you busy without becoming overwhelmed.”

“Well, I kinda know the place. Lach had a run there. He couldn’t say enough good things about it.” Kasey flicked her finger across the screen, her dark eyes flitting back and forth as she read over the information. “But a blind draw? I dunno…” She chewed on her bottom lip. “I don’t really know a lot of the people here. I mean, I know of them but I don’t really know anyone personally…except Kallie. And Aiden, a bit.”

Eddy stood up from the chair, his tall lanky frame unfolding as he ran a hand through his sandy blonde hair. “There are some pretty established names taking part. Even others from outside the company. Yes, there’s a chance at drawing a complete dud for a partner, but there’s also an equal chance at drawing a world-class competitor. Besides that, the winners of this tournament will get automatic World title shots down the line in their respective divisions.”

Kasey still didn’t seem convinced. “A World title shot for a company I’m not even technically signed to? Seems a bit ass-backwards, doesn’t it?” She let out a sigh, running a hand through her long black hair. “Just…I don’t know if this is the right move, honestly.”

Eddy sat down opposite Kasey and leaned forward, giving her an eager look. “Have I led you astray yet? I’m only trying to help. I know how much wrestling means to you, and you took the Miracle Galaxy hiatus a bit hard. I just want to make sure that you get new opportunities to show the world just how much of an incredible talent you are.”

Her face softened slightly, and a slight pink flush rose in her cheeks as she stared down at her phone again. After a moment of quiet contemplation, she raised her shoulders in a shrug. “Eh, what the hell? Let’s do it.”

Eddy clapped his hands together as a broad smile appeared on his face. “Excellent! I’ll get in touch with Misters Ward and Underwood and get things in motion! I have a great feeling about this, Kasey. I really think this is going to propel you into new levels of stardom. The companies will be breaking down the door to sign you now.”

Kasey rose up from the couch, making her way towards the door. “Might as well get in some more gym time, then. Wanna make sure I’m in prime shape for this.” As she opened the door, a man and woman were standing on the opposite side, looking as if they were about to enter. Kasey gave them a passing glance as she rushed past them down the hallway, and the two of them stared after her as they strolled into the office.

“Well, where is your sister dearest rushing off to in such a hurry?” the woman said, her black-painted lips curving up into a smirk as she sauntered up to the desk and raised herself up to sit on the edge of it, crossing her legs demurely in an exaggerated display of femininity that was at odds with the eccentric Gothic-style outfit she wore.

Eddy dropped back down into the chair behind his desk, tenting his fingers together under his chin. “Getting ready for this tournament I convinced her to join in Sin City Wrestling.” His lips curled up into a smirk that mirrored the womans’ as his hazel-green eyes flashed almost menacingly. “It’s almost criminal how easily this plan has been coming together. I’ve just had to feed into her ego, convince her that I’m trying to help further her career.” A dark chuckle rose from his throat. “And she’s lapped it all up like a starved little puppy. Desperate for any shred of validation she can get.”

“Aww, the wee little pathetic lamb,” the woman said, turning her dark lips down in an exaggerated pout before letting out a piercing cackle.

The other man raked a hand through his shoulder-length red hair, sliding a hand into the pocket of his tattered patchwork coat. “What exactly is the end game for all this, Eddy? You just want to build her up only to bring her crashing back down?”

“All in due time, V,” Eddy replied, turning his chair to gaze out across the London cityscape below his office window. “All in due time.”

—-----

So, I drew the Raven. Matthew Knox. Somewhat of a legend around the scene. Never had any personal dealings with the man, but I know people that have.

Lachlan says hi, by the way.

I admit, I had some reservations coming into this tournament, but now knowing who my partner is, I can’t say I’m disappointed. You’re an extremely well-traveled and decorated competitor, so I know that you’re more than up to the challenge of this tournament no matter who gets placed in front of us. I don’t know how much you know about me, but all you really need to know is that I’m ready to hold my own and face every challenge that steps in our way.

And by the looks of things, that’s going to be quite the tall order for this first round.

Now, from what I’ve been able to gather, you and Peter Vaughn have…history. The details of that history elude me, but suffice it to say I’m confident that the two of you are far from friends. I just hope that your desire to win this tournament won’t be derailed by any visions of violence. I’m quite sure you’re a smart man, Mr. Knox, and that you’ll more than pull your weight in this partnership.

But let me turn my attention to the other half of the equation. Miss Bobbie Dahl. Current reigning SCW Roulette champion. And, from what I can see, quite a formidable opponent. Now, don’t worry, I’m not the kind of person to just needlessly tear someone else down to feed my own ego. I’d like to think I’m above such pedantic behaviour. I can recognize when I’m stepping up to true talent, and I see that in you Bobbie.

The problem is, I’m on a mission. And nothing short of pure divine intervention is going to stop me.

You see, I’ve been on one of the biggest career highs I’ve ever had. Every company I’ve been in as of late, I have made lasting impressions. Mostly with my boot across the necks of anyone who steps to me. And I’m planning on leaving the same kind of impressions here in SCW, even if it’s only for a brief visit.

But then again, who knows? I do currently find myself drifting a bit, searching for new places to ply my trade. Perhaps my stay in SCW won’t be quite so transitional. Maybe I’ll stick around, make myself comfortable for a little while longer. I have heard wonderful things about this company from members past and present.

But first, I’ll have to get by the welcoming committee. I suppose Matthew and I should feel flattered that the bosses thought so highly of us to put us up against two current champions. Maybe it’s a sign of things to come. A foreshadowing, if you will. I know this tournament is dubbed “Blast From The Past”, but once we arrive, you’ll be looking at a couple of future SCW World champions.

The Raven, Matthew Knox.

The Lost Girl, Kasey Vex.

The future winners of Blast From The Past.

Climax Control Archives / Never Celebrate Too Early...

« Last post by Peter Vaughn on April 26, 2024, 09:59:37 PM »

~As the picture comes up, we hear the sound of sizzling, as we slowly are able to see a brown mass, bubbling up grease as it heats up. The camera slowly zooms backwards, to show us several hamburger patties, cooking away on a BBQ grill. Next to them are a group of hot dogs for those who always want a 'choice', although let's face it, grilled hot dogs never compete with grilled burgers. The camera goes back further, as a ranch hand steps in to start flipping the patties, making sure they get nice char lines on them without getting too blackened.~

Ranch Hand: Who still needs a burger? We're about ready here!

~An extremely interested teenager hurries over, probably a family member. He's not going to miss out on more free food. As the teenager is served, the camera pans around, focusing on the celebration that seems to be going on. We see a large banner proclaiming "The PMV Ranch - Now & Forever!" There are some folks dancing off to the side, enjoying the music coming through the outdoor speakers. The camera moves around to the other side, where we see Sadie Anderson looking around with an ecstatic expression. She turns, holding the hand of the man next to her, giving it a squeeze. Peter Vaughn looks at her, sighs, then nods, before getting up, carrying a beer in his other hand. He raises it and gets everyone's attention.

Peter Vaughn: Hello, everyone. Are you guys having a great time?

~There's a general cheer from the group. It tends to be an unwritten rule that ranchers work hard and party harder. Vaughn's a slight exception to that rule, but he's still doing his best to stay in the spirit of the event. He glances back at Sadie, who gives a knowing nod, before he continues.~

Peter Vaughn: I just want to thank you all again for all your hard work over the last few months. I know things looked a little bleak with the lawsuit hovering over us, trying to steal away the PMV Ranch after all of our hard work. I'm glad to say that everything has been officially cleared. We don't have to worry about Judd Harrison trying to make a play for our land anytime soon. From what I hear, he's facing some pretty serious charges regarding judge tampering...

~There are several laughs in the audience. It was through the efforts of several people that the documents were found linking Judd Harrison to Judge Trebur. The implications were obvious to the judge once he saw the paperwork, as he quickly and quietly dismissed the lawsuit that was trying to reclaim the land for its previous owners, the Raymeth family. Suffice to say, it was a very decisive victory for Peter Vaughn and his ranch.~

Peter Vaughn: I know many of you went above and beyond for this ranch. Cliff, you put yourself in harm's way, going undercover at Harrison's ranch...

Cliff Sterling: And I'll be damn happy never to see any of those goons again anytime soon!

Peter Vaughn: Sadie, you got us the connection through the Raymeth son-in-law, Anthony...

Sadie Anderson: Have you gotten him released from jail, yet? I talked to him yesterday, he wasn't sounding too good...

Peter Vaughn: Yeah, ummm, I'm still working on that...

~Vaughn coughs for a moment, feeling the gaze from Sadie turn a little icier, before turning away to face everyone else.~

Peter Vaughn: And I know many of you contributed wherever you could. Like you, Mitch. I heard you took it upon yourself to go through the large garbage truck that had been to Harrison's ranch.

~A dusty-looking cowboy nods as the people around him seem to take a subconscious step away from him.~

Peter Vaughn: Sure, you didn't find anything to help us, but I applaud the initiative! That's what I want to see from everyone here at the PMV Ranch! Believe me, actions like that will be rewarded. In fact, this is the perfect time to announce what I've been planning: everyone on the PMV Ranch payroll is going to receive an extra $1,000 bonus on your next paystub!

~This gets a loud eruption of cheers from all of the ranch hands. Only Sadie looks unsettled, mouthing "Bonus??" at Vaughn, but he doesn't see (or pretends not to see) her reaction. He can afford it, after all.~

Peter Vaughn: Anyhow, you guys didn't come to hear me talk. You came to celebrate, and that's just what we're going to do all night!

~This brings on another roaring cheer.~

Peter Vaughn: ... But we'll be working again starting early tomorrow morning, so don't party TOO hard!

~The cheers turn to good-natured boos, as Vaughn smirks at them. He raises his beer.~

Peter Vaughn: To the PMV Ranch, Now & Forever!

~The toast works, with everyone raising their glasses and getting back to a good party atmosphere. Vaughn nods and turns away, walking straight over towards where the camera has been recording.~

Peter Vaughn: Enjoying yourself, friend?

~The camera moves up and down in a nod, as we hear the voice of Vaughn's intrepid cameraman, who's been with him since he came to Sin City Wrestling.~

Cameraman: I'm having a great time, actually. You know that woman over there gave me her number?

~Vaughn glances over where the cameraman indicated.~

Peter Vaughn: You mean Trish? Careful with that one, boyo. She's the one who's been breaking in the horses lately.

~Trish seems to recognize she's being talked about, as she glances over and gives the cameraman a wink. The cameraman seems to shudder for a moment before turning back to Vaughn.~

Cameraman: So how are you feeling, Mr. Vaughn? It must be good to have all your ranch legal issues in the rearview mirror, and on top of that, you won the SCW Internet Championship!

Peter Vaughn: I certainly did. Milo gave me a hell of a fight, and I'll admit, at times I wasn't sure I was going to actually pull it off. But I found a way, like I usually do. It is nice to be holding Sin City gold again.

Cameraman: Are you planning to set another record for holding an SCW championship?

Peter Vaughn: Whoa, my man, chill out. Let me get a defense or two in before we start considering something that grand. Obviously, the talent level is higher in the Internet Division compared to the Roulette. But I have no doubts that I'm going to acquit myself well as the champion over the next few months, continuing my battle upwards towards the top of the rankings.

Cameraman: And you're also starting the Blast From The Past Tournament, aren't you?

~Vaughn's smile fades slightly, as he thinks about the tournament. He slowly nods his head.~

Peter Vaughn: That's correct. Last year, this tournament was the most disappointing moment of my SCW career so far. I drafted a partner that didn't seem to care about the competition, and she was quickly pinned despite my best efforts. This year, though, at least I've got a championship-caliber partner, one who was also successful at Blaze of Glory. I'm certainly in better position than I was this time last year.

~The cameraman's been following Vaughn for almost a year and a half now, and you can't help but pick up on some cues during that time. He recognizes that Vaughn doesn't sound as enthusiastic as he should.~

Cameraman: If I can ask, Mr. Vaughn... I really thought after your speech at the PPV, you'd be coming into this with a little more enthusiasm.

Peter Vaughn: You know me too well, dude. Maybe it's time I get a new camera guy.

~The camera freezes for a moment, before Vaughn smirks over at him.~

Peter Vaughn: Nah, then I'd have to break them in again, wouldn't I? But you're right. I wanted to be extremely excited going into the first round of the tournament with Bobbie as my partner. But then we randomly got selected to face the one guy I wasn't interested in seeing in this tournament: Matthew Knox. You know, I just got through winning a war over him in TPW? He's been added to my List of the Vanquished enough lately. Honestly, he was the one guy I didn't want to see come our way, and yet he found a way to make it happen.

Cameraman: So you think Mr. Knox, what, paid off someone to get this match?

Peter Vaughn: Hell, I don't know. It's a pretty big coincidence, that's all I'll say. But even if it was just bad luck, it's not going to change the result. I'm paired with one of the best female wrestlers in SCW, and between us, Knox is going to once again feel the taste of defeat come his way. He and Kasey Vex may have had some success outside of Sin City, but they don't have it running through their veins like Bobbie and I do now. I have shed blood, sweat, & tears for the last year & a half here in SCW, and that's definitely going to give me the upper hand on ol' Knoxie.

~There's a short yell of Vaughn's name, causing him to turn. Sadie is waving him over, wanting him to talk to the two older gentlemen she's talking with. They're probably prospective clients who were invited to the party. Vaughn sighs, then looks at at the cameraman with a smile.~

Peter Vaughn: Well, I've got to get back to making small talk. Not my favorite activity, but it comes with the job description. But you go and have a good time, alright?

Cameraman: Are you, uh, sure I should stick around?

~The camera glances over at Trish, who seems to be dancing with another cowboy at the moment. Vaughn laughs.~

Peter Vaughn: C'mon, man. It's a party. What could possibly go wrong?

~Anyone who's been in this sort of situation knows that you never say something like that, but Vaughn couldn't help himself. Sure enough, a man comes running around the corner, shouting wildly.~

Billy Weaver: Help!! HELP!!

Peter Vaughn: What's going on, Billy? You left the cattle gate open again?

~Vaughn says this in jest, but sobers up quickly when he sees the expression on Billy's face.~

Billy Weaver: There's fire, boss!! Two of them!! Both of the barns are up ablaze!!!

~There are gasps from some in the group, as Vaughn's eyes widen. He runs around the corner of the building, looking off to the west... where we can see black smoke rising up into the sky.~

Peter Vaughn: Everyone get moving! Now!!

~Vaughn signals, and the ranch hands all drop their plates and beers and begin running towards the burning buildings. Vaughn looks back at Sadie, who looks concerned.~

Sadie Anderson: You don't think...

~Vaughn shakes his head, furious.~

Peter Vaughn: Judd... DAMN him!!

~Vaughn then takes off, racing away, as Sadie goes to make a call to the nearby Dallas emergency line. It's unlikely they'll be able to send help in time, but the way wildfires have burned in Texas lately, the earlier notification, the better...~

Sometimes you just can't relax without something else happening.

I mean, look at the current situation in Sin City. I win myself another championship. I'm riding high with the Bombshell Roulette Champion, Bobbie Dahl, getting named as my partner in the tournament. And who steps out of the shadows to try to ruin things once again? The Rickety Raven Matthew Knox. Y'know, Knoxie, something tells me you joined up with this tournament just for the chance to get another shot at me. I really can't understand why.

Some people just like the aggravation, I suppose.

I mean, I've had some persistent enemies wanting to fight me. I've fought Chris Page multiple times. Milo and I keep going at it here in Sin City. But you're the only one who won't let things go, Knucklex. Let's go over some of our recent history, shall we? You attacked me in Thunder Pro Wrestling, wanting to destroy me in 2022. I beat you. Then you returned in 2023, again wanting to take me down from the top spot. I turned El Diablo Blanco against you. We crushed you in a six-man match. My team then annihilated yours at War Games. And sure, you did manage one pin on me through wild circumstances, but I got that victory back at the Denzel Porter Invitational, regaining my International Title.

By my math, that puts me around 5-1 over you in recent years. Course, I know you, Knoxie. You like to claim that "none of those wins counts" and only claim that one win you got as the legitimate one. Personally, I think it's a little cowardly of you not to accept those results, but that's just me. But let's go back to the most important point, which happened at Sin City's Inception VI.

Do you remember that one, Matt? It was at the beginning of 2023, if that helps.

That was the match where you were taking on Mac Bane, Ken Davison, and Jack Washington for the SCW Heavyweight Title. That night, Matt? That was the only time I've come hunting for YOU. You see, Mac and his manager at the time, Chris Page, wanted me there, and I decided that you had been saying so much trash about my title reigns that I would show up and make you pay. I clocked you with that chair, and got to watch as Mac pinned you to win the championship. I fully expected you to go on the warpath like you always do, blaming me for everything.

How could I ever expect you to just... leave?

Sure, we would fight elsewhere. But I never forgot the fact that you decided it wasn't worth it in Sin City with me here. Maybe that's the reason I've stayed here since then. I mean, you're the reason I've been here, Knoxie. I would have never joined Sin City if you hadn't been a part of it. In a way, I guess I owe you for that, as since then, I've broken the record for holding the SCW Roulette Title for the longest time at 288 days, and I've won the SCW Internet Championship as well.

That's two title reigns I wouldn't have had without you.

So... thanks?

But that's not going to change my actions in this tournament, Knux. Because I know what you're up to. You know what my Achilles' heel is: the tag-team division. I have won World Titles all across this planet, but I've never been able to claim a tag-team championship anywhere, no matter who I partner up with. I figure that's the TRUE reason you signed up for this, because you know it increases your odds against me... apparently substantially.

I can't explain it, really. I compete hard in tag-team competition, bringing everything I've got to the table. But my teammates... for some reason, many of them just haven't shown up. And I know what you're going to say: the law of averages says if it keeps happening, it's something on my side, and I can't entirely disagree. But only to an extent, because I'm still one of the greatest wrestlers competing in the world today. I wouldn't have all of these championships if I wasn't.

But tag-teams haven't been in my skill-set... until now.

I've made 2024 the year that I finally make waves in the partners division. I've been competing in more tag-team contests than ever before, honing my craft. And this year, unlike 2023, I have a partner who lives up to my talents. Bobbie Dahl has held the Bombshell Roulette Title since December, and she shows no signs of giving it up anytime soon. She's proven herself to be one of the upcoming stars, and I have no doubt that she'll use this success to propel herself up the Bombshell ladder all the way to the very top.

Hell, I'll probably help her if needed, now that she's my ally.

I've seen Bobbie in action. I've competed on shows with her, getting to see her in action up close and personal. I feel like our Sin City roots are going to give us an extreme edge in the competition. But you, Matthew? What do you know about Kasey Vex? Have you guys ever been in the same federation together? It doesn't seem likely, but then again, you do tend to show up everywhere, so it's possible. You guys just don't have the same connection as Bobbie and I do.

Not that it matters to me on that front. I really don't see much need for me to tag out once I'm in there.

As I've already stated, I know you, Knoxie. I know what makes you tick. I know what gets under your skin. And I'm going to do everything I can to throw off your game and get the pin on you, because nothing will rub salt into the wound more than me pinning you once again. And I'm sure you'll claim I cheated once more, and hey, anything's possible.

I've proven I can do anything to win in the past. I'll keep proving it in the future.

Because winning is what matters, Knoxie.

Winning is what matters.

~We go back to the ranch, where chaos reigns. We see one of the large barns used to store supplies up in flames, flickering high into the night. The ranchers have gotten together, forming a bucket brigade from where the water pumps are, quickly transferring bucket after bucket down the line towards the fire. The water is having an effect... just not enough of one. Sadie comes running up, looking things over and instantly realizing they're in trouble.~

Sadie Anderson: The fire department in Dallas said they're sending units, but it'll be at least 30-40 minutes. Wait... where's Peter?

Cliff Sterling: You got me! He ordered us to line up and start trying to put the fire out, but then he ran off!

~There are some grumbles from the ranch hands, as they keep working, trying to make a dent in the inferno. Another group is working on the other barn, but it's slow going there as well.~

Sadie Anderson: It's not like Peter to run away. He must have something else in...

~Suddenly, there's the sound of approaching hooves. Sadie turns, seeing Vaughn riding up on a carriage led by two horses. Surprised, she steps out of the way, as Vaughn pulls up.~

Sadie Anderson: What on Earth?

Peter Vaughn: No time, Sadie. Cliff, Trent, get over here and put these on!

~Vaughn jumps to the back of the small carriage, where several backpacks can be seen, laying there. Cliff and Trent hurry over, following orders, and grab at the strange packs. They look them over, confused, realizing how heavy they are. Vaughn quickly flips a switch on each of them.~

Peter Vaughn: There you go, boys. Packs of my own design. They'll help you put out the fire.

~Both Cliff and Trent look nervous, as some of Vaughn's "inventions" haven't worked out as expected. But Cliff trusts him, so he moves first, heading towards the fire and pressing the button, aiming the gun that way. He expects a jet of water, but instead feels a bit of suction as the pack goes off. He moves closer to the fire, realizing that it's taking out the oxygen around the flames, helping to reduce it. Trent, seeing this, joins in, and the two work on battling the flames. Meanwhile, Vaughn takes the other packs over to the second barn, donning one himself to work on it.~

Peter Vaughn: Press the blue button to cut out suction and fire off the fluoroprotein. Use it sparingly, though, each pack only has a small amount!

~Vaughn steps up, spraying the foamy substance forward on a particularly aggressive burning spot. It goes out almost instantly. The crew works hard, using everything available to them, and soon it appears they've been successful. The flames are down to smoking cinders at this point. Vaughn hands over his pack to another ranch hand and walks over to Sadie.~

Sadie Anderson: The fire department will be here soon, not that they're needed. You really should patent those devices, they really work!

~Vaughn shrugs off the praise, still steaming.~

Peter Vaughn: This was all the work of Judd Harrison.

Sadie Anderson: We don't know that for sure...

Peter Vaughn: He was furious when we countered his schemes. His legal way of taking my ranch from me didn't work, so he's trying to burn it down around me! I'll show him. I'll dynamite his entire...

Sadie Anderson: You will do NO SUCH THING, Peter Vaughn!!

~Vaughn stops, surprised at the strictness in his fiancé's tone. He turns back, his eyes narrowed as Sadie steps up to him, showing no fear of his temper.~

Sadie Anderson: If we can find proof that it was Judd, we'll make him pay. I swear it. But for right now, we need to make sure everything's under control here. And you're the man in charge. So don't be running off half-cocked. Be the leader these guys need!

Peter Vaughn: Sadie... I...

~Vaughn steps towards Sadie, trying to think things through. She stares back at him, resilient as ever. The two lean towards each other. That's when the gunshot rings out.~

Let's talk about reliability in stressful situations.

I know that I can trust Bobbie Dahl, knowing her the way I do. Maybe we've never wrestled in the squared circle together, but I've talked with her before, and I have a good read on her personality in the ring. I feel like when the going gets tough, Bobbie is going to tear through it like nobody's business. She'll also have The Mechanic backing her up the entire way.

Sure, I'm not exactly known for my trustworthiness, but I have a lot riding on this tournament. That makes me ultra-focused on making sure that Bobbie is successful on her side of things. I don't want to have to try and win the whole match myself, and having a partner who can stand strong in a championship-caliber contest will definitely help greatly with that. Bobbie is a top find, and I'm feeling extremely fortunate to have her on my side.

Do you feel the same, Kasey? What about you, Knoxie?

If I were Kasey, I wouldn't be feeling that secure right now. Can she really trust Knox to back her up? Yes, Knox has been willing to support some people, like Amber, but he's also been a rough partner for other wrestlers, if he doesn't think they're performing well enough. Doesn't he seem like the sort that would wave his hands in the air and walk off away from the ring, leaving Kasey all on her own?

I mean, that wouldn't change much in this contest, since it's not like I can tag in to face her. But it still doesn't make for a good partner.

Maybe I'm wrong about Knoxie. Maybe he won't walk off in the middle of the contest, or even afterwards. But when you're in a match for only one reason, the rest of the motivation is lost to you. Do you really think, Kasey, that if you guys make it past Bobbie & I, Knox will still be invested? You might have an anchor around your waist the rest of the tournament.

Of course, I'm planning for you guys to sink in the first round, right to the bottom. So that shouldn't matter either way.

Either Bobbie is going to bomb Kasey, eliminating her from the contest, or I'm going to once again take Mattie for the Plunge. There are no other outcomes I'm going to allow. I will do anything and everything I can to make sure my team comes out victorious, teaming with Bobbie as if we are future tag-team champions... which we can be.

While Matt and Kasey will just be... strangers without a connection, falling freely out of the first round.

Back to the singles ranks you two go. See you elsewhere, Mattie.

~A couple more gunshots ring out, as Vaughn tackles Sadie to the ground. The two roll to cover, with Vaughn getting himself upright. He looks out in the distance, as other ranch hands run for cover. The flash of light tells him exactly where the shots are coming from. He looks back the other direction, and a wave of shock crosses his face.~

Sadie Anderson: Ugh...

Peter Vaughn: Sadie... are you alright?

~Vaughn turns and kneels over Sadie, who is working to get up. She's holding her side.~

Sadie Anderson: I'm fine, although I know how Dak Prescott feels when he gets sacked. You really nailed me. But... thanks.

~Vaughn looks her over one more time, then turns, glaring out past the ruins of the barn.~

Peter Vaughn: That does it. Judd's gone too far.

Sadie Anderson: We don't know that, Peter. Police are coming with the fire department. They should be here any minute. Let's just stay down and...

Peter Vaughn: Not a chance. He's got to pay for injuring those I love...

Sadie Anderson: Peter...

~Sadie reaches out a hand to her fiancé, touching him on the arm. Vaughn, meanwhile, is looking back the other direction... where we can see that Vaughn's truck, Gabriella, is sitting. She has two gunshot holes in her windows. Vaughn, seeing red, suddenly breaks away from Sadie and runs for the carriage, jumping on board and spurring the horses forward.~

Sadie Anderson: Peter, wait!!!

~The horses obediently charge forward, well-trained. They don't seem bothered with gunfire, which is a benefit for ranchers. The shooting momentarily stops, as the shooter is probably incredulous that Vaughn is charging them with a horse & carriage. Another shot finally goes off, but it's wide, as Vaughn gets close enough to leap off the carriage and fly into them. There's a brief fight in the distance, as Sadie begins to head that way. Cliff runs up, tossing her a shotgun.~

[font color=orange]Cliff Sterling: Glad the boss finally gave me the safe combination. Let's get over there![/color]

~They both run over, armed, to find Vaughn... on top of the squirming man, holding him down with a crossface submission.~

Man: Ow!! OWWW!!! Let go of me!!!

Peter Vaughn: You shot her... I should break your arm...

Man: Aggghhhh!!!!

Sadie Anderson: Peter, it's okay!! I'm fine! Just let him up!!

~Vaughn reluctantly releases the hold, getting up and dragging the man with him, so that Sadie and Cliff can get a good look at him.~

Cliff Sterling: Oh, damn...

Sadie Anderson: Augustus Raymeth??

~Augustus suddenly tries to jump at Vaughn, who easily subdues him again.~

Augustus Raymeth: You did this!! You!!

Peter Vaughn: You've really flipped your lid, haven't you, Augustus? Did Judd put you up to this? Is he the reason you're attacking us??

~Vaughn grabs the back of Augustus' neck, but he struggles against the hold.~

Augustus Raymeth: I don't give a damn about Judd!! I want... ow! I want my family's land back! You stole it!! YOU STOLE IT!!!

Peter Vaughn: Are we still on about that?

~Vaughn shakes his head, even as we hear sirens approaching. They all look off towards the flashing lights coming up the road.~

Sadie Anderson: Better late than never?

Peter Vaughn: I suppose... c'mon, crazy, let's go meet the police...

Augustus Raymeth: Thief... you're a THIEF!!

~Vaughn drags him towards the police cars that are pulling up, as we cut away.~

It all comes down to this, Knoxie: can we trust our tag-team partners?

I feel good about mine. How about you?

Are you starting to feel some nerves there, Knext, or are you immune from those nowadays? Do you even care enough to get nervous?

Because I'm feeling it. It's getting me energized, ready for war with you once again.

Let the Blast From The Past Tournament begin.

Once Bobbie and I wipe The KnoxVex conglomerate from the brackets, we'll move on to the next team. And the next one. And we won't stop until we've got those championship shots in our grasp.

And I'll relish the thought of Knox thinking to himself, "I could have stopped him. Once again, I could have stopped the path of destruction.

And I failed."

See you in the ring, boyo. Good luck. You'll both need it.

~The final firetruck drives away, its lights off. Vaughn and Sadie watch them go, before looking back at the two damaged barns sitting nearby.~

Peter Vaughn: Those aren't going to be cheap to rebuild.

Sadie Anderson: Maybe we can get the Raymeth Estate to pay for it.

~Vaughn doesn't seem optimistic, knowing how long battles can take in the courts. They'll need those barns much sooner than that. They walk off to look over more of the damage, as Sadie glances at a bullet hole in the wall.~

Sadie Anderson: Amazing that Augustus really went off the deep end there. I knew he wanted this land back, but I thought it was just a scheme with Judd Harrison. He really took it personally. I wonder why he believes so strongly that you stole this land from his father?

~Vaughn can only shrug his shoulders, looking off in the distance with a small smile.~

Peter Vaughn: Who knows?

~Vaughn keeps staring, as if remembering something that happened here long ago. Sadie doesn't notice, continuing to go over the damage as the camera slowly zooms out, leaving the PMV Ranch, formerly the Raymeth Ranch, behind.~

Climax Control Archives / From The Mind of Bobbie Dahl: A Journal Entry

« Last post by Bobbie Dahl on April 26, 2024, 09:39:29 PM »

Wednesday April 24th

So it’s been a hot minute since I added an entry into this thing, which I think I said the same thing with the last time I wrote anything. I need to start getting better at writing down my thoughts because I think it really does help make me feel better sometimes. There is just something about getting stuff off of your chest in writing versus saying, or screaming it out loud. It probably has something to do with the fact you can gather your thoughts a lot more when you are writing them down.

Anywho. So a lot has been going on, like I always seem to say recently. I finally won the Bombshell Roulette Championship,and as fantastic as it felt to win it, it’s been quite the challenge defending and retaining it as time goes on. I told myself when I won it that I wanted to keep it as long as I could to make my reign worth something, and I hope I have done that a little bit, but I feel like there is still more to do. I don’t know, I guess only time will tell. But I need to be a better champion, too, because I have represented myself or SCW the way I should as one of their champions.

So this week kicks off a couple of big events in SCW. The Blast From the Past tournament and the next big tour. I wish I could say we were touring completely in the United States, but we’re not. There are a few trips overseas, which means Artie and I will be away from my Loki baby for a bit. I know he’ll do okay, because he loves spending time with my parents, but considering he is my unofficial emotional support dog, it’ll be hard not having him with us. But I can get through this. I have before!

Artie and I are currently on our way to England for the first stop in the Battleground tour. He’s passed out next to me in his seat, bless his heart. He’s been working so hard lately trying to prepare himself for this tournament. I still can’t believe we couldn’t get him out of this. Signing him up was an honest mistake, but Christian Underwood is Christian Underwood and he wouldn’t let Artie out of it. He’s going to get some sort of sick enjoyment out of possibly seeing Artie struggle, or even get hurt, but we’ve been doing all that we could to get him prepared so neither of that happens. With Fenris’ help, of course. It’s been a long few weeks, and Artie is just glad that his first round match doesn’t happen in the first week.

But mine does!

I wasn’t even going to sign up after this fiasco with Artie’s contract happened. I was going to focus on helping him and getting him ready, but they needed one more Bombshell at the last minute so I went ahead and tossed my name into the fold. We also held out hope that we would get drawn as partners, but of course that didn’t happen. I’m not disappointed with who either of us got as our partners, though! I think we both stand a good chance, I’m just trying not to think about the if/when situation that our teams get booked against one another. We will worry about that when the time comes!

So I got paired with the new Internet Champion, Peter Vaughn. Even if he wasn’t the Internet Champion, I’d still like my chances because he’s a former Roulette Champion so I know he’ll carry his own weight in this tournament. I hope I can do the same. Last year I thought that Jack and I had a decent shot at winning, and we did pretty good but it just didn’t work out. I was a different Bobbie back then and Jack may or may not say this, but I am to blame for us not winning last year. But this year will be different! I’ve been on a roll since I came back, and I’m not about to ruin things now. Plus, if Peter and I win and I’m still the Bombshell Roulette Champion, I would have the opportunity to become a double champion! I mean, only temporarily, but just the accomplishment alone would be huge.

Then again…am I really ready to go after the World Bombshell Championship? Some might say I am, given how much I have improved lately, but I just want to pace myself. I don’t want to be one of those people that just jumps from title to title just because. I want to make an impact in SCW. I want to continue to be a success so that maybe someday MY name will be in the Hall of Fame. Okay…I’m getting a little ahead of myself here. I have to think about the present. Not the maybe distant future.

Anyway…I need to wake Artie up soon. I almost feel bad about doing that, because he’s been so tired lately with all the training he’s been doing. He’s been working so hard. And looking at his sweet sleeping face, it just brings back all the feelings about me not being able to have a baby. He deserves to be a daddy, and I think a mini Artie would be just adorable. But…I guess life has other plans for us.

What plans that may be still remains to be seen. But I guess I should really stop avoiding having a serious conversation with him about it…

After finishing writing her most recent journal entry, Bobbie closes her journal and tucks it away back into her carry-on bag. She looks at Artie as he is still sleeping soundly and a tiny smile appears on her face. They hadn’t been married quite a year yet, but the fact that they had known each other practically their entire lives, it felt like they had been married a long time ago. And as much as Artie would do for Bobbie, Bobbie would do even more for him.

They would be arriving in England soon. The pilot had made the announcement over the intercom a short while ago, and Artie had somehow managed to sleep through it. Bobbie puts her hand on Artie’s shoulder and gently nudges him, trying to wake him up. He moves just a bit, not ready to open his eyes, so Bobbie nudges him again. “Artie. Honey, wake up.” She says, trying not to laugh. It was like trying to wake a sleeping child in a way. “We’re going to be landing soon. Wake up.”

Artie then draws in a deep breath and yawns, his eyes slowly opening. He sits up straight in his seat and rubs his eyes, the exhaustion still very much apparent. “Already?” He asks, looking around as other passengers are also starting to wake from their own naps. “I wasn’t even asleep that long.”

Bobbie laughs. “It probably feels like it, huh?” She replies, shaking her head. “But you’ve been out for a while. It’s okay. You needed it.”

Artie stares at her for a moment and yawns again, letting his body slowly start to wake even more. “Please tell me you got some sleep.” And there was his concern for her. She knew he would ask that question as soon as he woke up.

She shrugs and replies, “I dozed off for a little bit.” She wasn’t lying. She did manage to get a little bit of sleep, but sleeping for an extended period of time on an airplane didn’t exactly come easy to her. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m fine. You needed the sleep more than I did anyway.”

Artie shakes his head. “We both needed the sleep, Bobbie.” He says, still concerned that she didn’t sleep more. Considering how long of a flight it was to England, this could affect her by the time her match came around. “You can’t afford to be sleep deprived this weekend.”

Bobbie laughs and shrugs again. “I’ll be fine, Artie. I promise.” She pauses for a few moments, deciding how she wants to approach her next words. “When we get settled into our hotel room and such, we need to have a talk.” It probably wasn’t the best choice of words, but it was all she could come up with.

Artie turns and stares at her. The look on his face is a mixture of confused and worried, because when someone says they need to have a talk like Bobbie just did, it is almost never a good sign. “That doesn’t sound encouraging. Everything okay?”

She nods. “Relax, honey. We just need to have a serious conversation about something, and as much as I’d like to get it over with now, it’s not appropriate on a plane surrounded by strangers.”

He scratches his head, but after a moment, he thinks he has it figured out. There was only one thing he could think of that Bobbie was referring to. “You mean the baby subject, don’t you?” He knew it had been on Bobbie’s mind constantly as of late, and he understood why. It was something a lot of women focused on. He also knew that Bobbie wanted nothing more than the both of them to have a biological child, but that might not be possible.

“I said we would talk about this once we get settled into our hotel.” It was her way of confirming that was what she meant, without actually saying anything further about it. If they didn’t stop now, the conversation would get rolling and she didn’t want to do this here.

“Okay then.” Artie replies. “Not sure why you want to have such a big conversation just days before your match, but I won’t say anything else about it.” He would have been perfectly fine with putting off this conversation for another day when the possible stress of it wouldn’t get in the way of an important match.

Bobbie wanted to reply and tell him exactly why she wanted to have the conversation now rather than keep putting it off, but she just pats his leg and says nothing more. The conversation would come soon enough, because it had to. No more putting it off. No more waiting for one reason or another.

No matter how difficult the conversation would be, they simply had to decide just how much they wanted children, and whether or not they could accept not having a biological child. Because their path forward all depended on the answers to those questions.

A few hours later, Bobbie and Artie are finally settled into their hotel room they would be in the next few days. The jet lag was already starting to sink in and both were ready to get some much needed sleep. Before that could happen, though, they needed to talk. And before Bobbie could bring up the subject, Artie broke the silence between them and just blurted out what was on his mind.

“So what is so important about the baby subject that just can’t wait?” Again, poor choice of wording, but it was all he could come up with, and Bobbie manages to let out a chuckle.

“Right down to business, huh?” Bobbie replies, laughing again. She sits up in the bed, leaning against the large headboard, and Artie does the same. Guess it was now or never. “It can’t wait because, depending on what we decide, affects things going forward. Especially for me if and when Peter and I get eliminated from the tournament.”

Artie raises an eyebrow. “What we decide? I’m confused. What is this all about?”

Bobbie sighs. She closes her eyes and gathers her thoughts, trying to make this as easy as possible. Although nothing about this was easy at all. “Is having kids something we don’t want to pass up on? And not only that, but if I can’t give us a biological child, are you okay with that, too?” Two questions that seem so simple, but were anything but. Deep down, Artie knew the answer to both, and he was about to respond but Bobbie had to continue before he did. “Because if we really want to try to have a biological child, we need to act sooner and not later. IVF is going to really be my only option, and even that isn’t a guarantee.”

There was so much for Artie to process with everything Bobbie just spilled on him. And she had a point. IVF was not only costly, but physically challenging as well. “Well…” He starts, pausing to gather his own thoughts. “I don’t know why you are leaving this decision completely up to me, because if you really want to try for a baby, I am on board. But…you’d have to be done with wrestling so we would have to wait either way.”

Bobbie shakes her head. “We wouldn’t necessarily have to wait.” She replies, confusing him even more. “If and when Peter and I are eliminated, and if I lose the Bombshell Roulette Championship, that would give me the opportunity to take some time off to focus on this. If we go another route, though…” Talk about a huge decision to make.

“Oh…” Artie says, at a loss for words almost. “Well…what do we do then?”

And that…was the million dollar question. Bobbie drew in a deep breath and shrugged, and the two stared at one another, quietly pondering their decision long and carefully.

Their future depended on it…

Heya, hiya, hello everyone! I’m going to just cut down to the chase and get right to business here because holy moly time is flying by lately! Blast From The Past is here again and I can’t believe we’re already on round one week one! Not to mention, me and my partner drew the short stick and got booked the first week. Less time to prepare, but oh well I guess!

I’m gonna be honest after Artie mistakenly signed up for the tournament himself, I wasn’t going to sign up. I wanted to make sure he was ready and wouldn’t get hurt, but they needed a spot filled at the last minute so…I said what the hell. I’d be wrestling either way so why not add my name into the tournament and possibly win myself a World Bombshell Championship opportunity?!

I was hoping that Artie and I would get paired together by chance, but that was a little too hopeful because it was a slim chance. I ended up getting paired with the man who just beat hunky butt Miles Kasey for the Internet Championship, Peter Vaughn! Bummer for Miles losing the title, but I have no doubt he’ll get another chance. Or maybe a chance at the World Heavyweight title! You go Miles!

I don’t know Peter very well, but I still like my chances with him as a partner! I just hope that it’s not like last year where he doesn’t trust me, because let me tell you, the back and forth bickering with Jack Washington was exhausting! In the end maybe Jack was right, because it was my fault we lost, but I still did everything I could to get us to go all the way! Hey, mind out of the gutter folks. You know what I meant.

Anywho…so I hope Peter can trust me. I hope he can see that I’m a champion just as much as he is and I want this team to work and make it all the way to the finals. I want our team to be looked at as the team to beat! And that is saying something considering we’re going up against a team that has a former World Heavyweight Champ in it! And apparently there is some bad blood or whatever between Peter and Matthew, so…this should be interesting!

But I don’t really need to focus on Matthew, now do I? Nope! I have to worry about his partner, the one that I will be facing. Some new chick named Kasey Vex! Umm…who?! Look, I understand the tournament is open to everyone outside of SCW, but come on…give me something to go on here! How do I prepare to face someone I know nothing about?! It’s one of the things I don’t really like about this tournament. But ah well…I’m gonna do my best!

I’ll do what I can to find anything on this chick to get ready but as far as I can tell, she’s just…unknown. So far be it from me to go out there and let her get the best of me and advance in this tournament. She’ll probably be like so many others that just show up, and once they lose, they’re gone. They don’t even stick around, so why should someone like THAT win the whole damn thing and get a shot at our top title?!

They shouldn’t! Dedicated and loyal SCW superstars deserve it. And we’re all going to show them that. Quit showing up trying to take our spotlight just because it has a guaranteed shot at the top title as the final prize! If there is one thing I’m happy about, it’s that my Bombshell Roulette Championship isn’t on the line in this match too, because I’ll be DAMNED if I would let her get a shot at something I worked my booty off for!

Peter and I have a lot of work ahead of us. There’s no question about it. But I have faith we can work together and get the job done! One match at a time. One week at a time. One opponent at a time.

2024 Blast From The Past is OURS to win!

Climax Control Archives / “New Year, New Angel Part VI: Spoiling The Occasion!”

« Last post by Ariana Angelos on April 26, 2024, 09:04:04 PM »

(Miles and Carter were used with their handler’s permission)

Ariana won the Triple Threat Match against Georgie and Seleana though it was under unusual circumstances as Georgie was arrested for Assault and Battery in the middle of her entrance leaving Seleana and Ariana to duke it out, only for Georgie to return at the end of the match, knock Seleana out, get hit with the Meat Your Maker by Ariana, pinned and then arrested again! Whilst the legal status/whether Georgie was still employed by SCW was up in the air one thing wasn’t: that match had afforded Ariana a shot at the World Bombshell Championship! Her first since Violent Conduct and her first championship opportunity on Climax Control! But there was a catch.

Julianna was no longer the World Bombshell Champion as she had lost the title in the main event of Blaze of Glory to Ariana’s old enemy Kayla Richards! Kayla and Ariana have been at each other’s throats since they signed with SCW in 2022 and it was easier to list the times they hadn’t faced each other than it was to list the times that they had, worse yet, at least for Ariana? She has never been able to beat Kayla no matter how many times she’s tried! But will this match be the one to end that losing streak? Will Ariana become a Triple Crown Winner and end Kayla’s reign before it even started?

Ariana’s home, Las Vegas, Nevada
Sunday the 21st of April 2024, 15:00pm

If there’s one thing I can say about the ending to the Triple Threat Match against Seleana and Georgie? It definitely happened.

I was getting warmed up for the match with the police approached Mark and Christian looking for Georgie and well, I didn’t even know what was happening at first, I saw the officers approaching Georgie on the ramp but didn’t pay it much mind until she was actually arrested! As for the match itself? I had it well in hand, Seleana’s never been able to get the better of me in singles or Triple Threat Matches and even if Georgie didn’t rush back down I would’ve had the win.

Only real difference is who I pinned and what happened to them after the match really.

Still, getting two wins in a row is a great feeling after the rough start my year had but the next cycle is going to be a big one no matter what, not only is it SCW’s first International Tour of the year but it’s also when this year’s Blast from the Past Tournament is taking part, I’m not competing this year because I kept putting off signing up until it was too late but the tournament is always a blast to see regardless.

Sure, my bookings will probably dry up over the course of the cycle because they need room for the tournament matches but I’ll take what I can get.

”England, France, Turkey and the US, give Mark and Christian credit, the locations aren’t as random this time around.” I commented to Francisco as I continued to pack away my things for the upcoming tour and he nodded in agreement. ”Seriously, I think that second to last stop on the tour was the most attention that small Scottish town’s ever gotten outside of its immediate area!”

”I can’t confirm that for sure but it wouldn’t surprise me.” Francisco responded with a shrug and I grinned before going over the list in my head. ”Toiletrees, bath stuff, clothes, wrestling gear, I think you’ve covered most of it Ari.”

”Maybe but it’s still good to double check this stuff.” I responded before most of our pets joined us, Echo, Oreo, and Zeus all came right up to me and I stroked the three dogs once they were within reach while Athena perched herself on the bed, content to watch me as she purred. ”Julianna’s still down to pet sit for us when we’re on the tour, right?”

”Yeah, and we have a backup pet sitter in case anything happens to her.” Francisco nodded in response to my question before I heard my phone go off, it was on the bed next to Athena and I reached up and grabbed it whilst the cat watched on. ”Have they announced the new card already? I was expecting it to be at least a three hour wait.”

”Yeah they have, guess the bosses felt that they couldn’t sit on the first card of the cycle for much longer.” I responded with a shrug before sitting down next to the bad with my legs crossed as I got ready to read it. ”Caleb’s return match is opening the show, he’s got Bill again, the other Blast from the Past Matches………” I trailed of when I saw the Main Event. ”Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!”

”What’s wrong?” Francisco asked when he saw the frustrated look on my face and I glanced up at him. ”Because based on the look on your face? It’s not happy news.”

”It’s more of a good news bad news situation really, good news is I’m fighting for a title in the first Main Event of the Cycle, apparently because of my weird ass win in the Triple Threat.” I explained as I read through the match description, ”Bad news is, it’s for the title Kayla literally just won!”

”The World Bombshell Title?” Francisco asked and I nodded to confirm his question. ”But you’ve never beaten Kayla, singles, tag team or otherwise.”

”Yeah, literally the only match where I faced Kayla and wasn’t pinned by her was when she and Melissa faced me for the Bombshell Internet Title at last year’s Blaze of Glory, the show that ended Kayla’s second reign, among other things.” I commented as I shook my head and Francisco nodded as he got the idea. ”And if we want to get into matches where pins weren’t applicable? I wasn’t even eliminated by Kayla in the first Internet Title Battle Royal I took part in, that was Tempest!”

”Yeah, you don’t exactly have the best record against Kayla to say the least, but who knows? Maybe the third time will be the charm?” Francisco offered and I frowned, still not sure of what to think of this. ”Besides Ari, your Go Gym Training will have prepared you for title matches like this!”

”Yeah, that’s what I said last year when I was confirmed as the challenger for Roxi’s defence at Into the Void and Courtney’s defence at Violent Conduct but you don’t see “2x World Bombshell Champion” on my record, do you?!” I asked with frustration clear in my voice before I let out a heavy sigh. ”I should be a lot more excited for a title match, especially for the top title in the division, but I’m just sick of facing Kayla in some capacity! Surely there’s another Wolfslair member they can throw me against instead?”

”Or at the very least, someone fresher than you, we both know Richards vs. Callaway would be a hard hitting match for instance.” Francisco nodded in response to my statement and I had to agree with that idea. ”If nothing else? Use the flight to England as a way to mull it over, Kayla or not, it’s still a huge opportunity, especially if you end her reign before it can get started.”

”Not arguing with that.” I responded before we got back to packing.

The Disaster Diaries, god knows how many feet in the air, on a airplane
Monday the 22nd of April 2024, 08:00am

(on camera, start vlog)

As I started filming her vlog from within the airplane cabin I had a lot on my mind to say the least.

”Not exactly the most ideal place for me to film my first Vlog since Blaze of Glory, but I figured it was best to get my thoughts on this Main Event against Kayla out of the way! Because clearly the bosses haven’t booked me against her enough!” I commented as I shook myhead, staring into the laptop’s webcam as it rested on the small table in front of me. ”I don’t even have this thing connected to the internet because, well, I’m in the middle of a transatlantic flight to England, meaning I won’t be able to upload this thing until I’m checked into my hotel room in Hastings, but I’m working around that because I have so many things about Ariana Angelos vs. Kayla Richards part one million to say that I don’t even know where to start!

Oh wait, I do know, because it starts with one simple question! How many times are me and Kayla going to get booked against each other before either of us leave the company?!”

Honestly!

”Hell, I’m pretty sure Kayla herself is sick of facing me if her tweet after her first defence was announced was any indication!” I added as I brushed some hair over my shoulder. ”Off course, this match isn’t any regular match, rather it’s Kayla’s first defence since she took the World Bombshell Championship from Julianna at Blaze of Glory! That off course means the pressure’s on Kayla to show that she can defend the title she’s just won, we’re both former champions in other divisions, or in Kayla’s case one half of the current Mixed Tag Team Champions, AKA the other title I failed to take from her grasp recently! If it feels like I’m not my usual fiery self during this promo? Blame my surroundings, I don’t want to wake up the other passengers, much less my lovely husband Francisco, and get a noise complaint before I even touch down but know this Kayla.

If I can spoil your little “Ms. Two Belts” party by taking the top prize in the division from you? I will without a second thought!”

*end vlog*

Local Café, Hastings, England
Wednesday the 24th of April 2024, 12:00pm

Nothing like catching a bit of lunch with two of the men in your life, right?

But as I am set to challenge for the World Bombshell Championship on British soil for the second time in my career (and I’m half expecting the same thing to happen the next time SCW has a show un England) I needed a chance to relax and clear my head before I headed into the title match with Kayla.

And who better to clear my head with than my bestie and his fiancé?

”Thanks again for meeting up with me.” I thanked Miles and Carter as we sat down at the table in the café. ”I can’t believe they are booking me into a match with Kayla again, it feels like forever since I actually faced someone new.”

“Err, Ari? Your last Climax Control match was with Ericka, that was someone new.” Miles reminded me and I signed. “And that was on the last show before Blaze of Glory.”

”Okay but what about consistently? Before that we had the Mixed Tag Team Title Match Carter, and I had the Blood Bath Brawl, and that Mixed Tag Team Match with Ben and Sam and then my last Internet Title match!” I let out a deep breath as I leaned back in my chair, a waitress came over to take our orders and we just ordered some drinks, we had eaten breakfast at the hotel and we weren’t feeling quite hungry enough for lunch yet. ”Hell, if they had to book me in a title match, why not the Internet Title? Tempest was meant to be my second challenger before Courtney tried to break my hand and they never even entertained the idea of booking a return match.”

”And it’s not like they haven’t booked Go Gym vs. Go Gym matches before.” Carter nodded in agreement as he leaned forward. ”But it’s still a World Bombshell Title Match, that should excite someone who got screwed out of a title match twice.” Carter pointed out and I just shook my head.

”If literally anyone else had dethroned Julianna then yeah, my excitement would be there, but I’m frankly sick of constantly wrestling Kayla!” I grunted in frustration as I leaned back. ”First time was cool because we were both relatively new to the promotion, second time we didn’t even interact in the Internet Title Battle Royal, third time made sense because I had just been injected into the Internet Title Scene after my Roulette Reign ended, and that’s the last I’ll speak on that considering everything that went on during that reign.”

“Yeah, that was definitely a time we’d rather forget for all the good it did to your career.” Miles nodded in agreement and Carter quickly agreed. “But I get the picture, you’ve faced Kayla so much that you’re getting sick of it, but what now?”

”What now? How about ending that bitch’s reign before it can get started and becoming the latest Bombshell to achieve the Triple Crown?” I responded with a small grin as I brushed some hair over my shoulder. ”I may be sick of wrestling Kayla but wrestling for the top title in the promotion will never get it old, even if the person holding it is the most toxic person in the division.”

”At least you have your priorities straight Ariana.” Carter nodded in agreement as the waitress brought our drinks over. ”And even if you do lose? You’ll rebuild.”

”Feels like that’s all I’ve been doing since I lost the Internet Title to Courtney in December.” I grunted in response before we started enjoying our drinks.

The Disaster Diaries, Ariana’s hotel room, Hastings, England
Wednesday the 24th of April 2024, 21:00pm

*on camera, start vlog, promo time*

Here we go again.

”There is definitely a joke to be made about the definition of insanity whenever the bosses decide to book me and Kayla in a match together.” I commented bluntly as I flipped some hair over my shoulder. ”Or whenever the likes of Mercedes Vargas finds themselves booked for a title match but I digress! All I did was win one Triple Threat Match against the Golden Briefcase Holder, who, I remind you, was arrested mid entrance, and Seleana Zdunich and suddenly I qualify for Kayla’s first defence? I don’t remember that Triple Threat being advertised as a #1 Contenders Match for the World Bombshell Championship!

Then again, maybe the bosses thought such advertising would be redundant since Georgie was the Golden Briefcase Holder before she was arrested, either way? I’m failing to see the logic here and I’m the challenger in this match!”

Can’t make this up!

”And Kayla? What’s there left for me to say about you that I haven’t said a million times already? I hate you, nothing’s going to change that, it doesn’t matter what continent we fight on, what country we fight in, hell we could be the first wrestlers to wrestle a Zero G Match on the moon and I’d still hate your guts.” I added before quickly shaking my head. ”And I just realized that that match couldn’t possibly work because of the lack of gravity, or the fact that we’d be wrestling in space suits because I doubt either of us would want to die in the vacuum of space! I’m getting off topic here so I’m just going to be blunt here since that’s Kayla’s favourite hobby.

The Bombshell Division would be a lot better off without you in it Kayla!”

Yep.

”I know I joined a few weeks before Kayla had her second match, but I can’t be the only one remembering the division being a much happier place before this bitch arrived! Oh sure Kayla, you have the respect of Julianna, and here I thought you considered the opinions of former champions to be irrelevant, or is that just me? You know what? It probably is.” I added as ran a hand through my hair. ”Because seriously, the Bombshell Division already had one toxic bitch running rampant when Andrea wrestled here and I’m aware that she’s a much better person now but let’s be honest, this division brings out the worst in its athletes.

Take me for instance, normally I’m a polite, happy smiley young woman, but when I end up across the ring from Kayla she knows how to push all of my fucking buttons!”

Makes sense doesn’t it?

”Maybe that’s why the bosses keep booking this damn match, they want to see less of my happy side and more of angry side! Yet when I let that side take over after Violent Conduct suddenly everyone forgot that I got fucked over by Courtney and her useless wife!” I grunted in frustration as I folded my arms. ”Oh yeah, that’s another thing you just love to bring up whenever we bring up, my record! Because it’s not like I wrestled some of the best wrestlers around and held my own even in defeat or, in the worst case scenarios, got screwed over because managers can do whatever the fuck they want to help their clients win without repercussions! Oh I’m sorry, was I supposed to feel sorry for the woman with the broken arm who cost me the World Bombshell Title?

Cry me a river!”

It’s that simple.

”I swear to god Kayla, if we wrestle again, at any point between now and New Year’s Eve, I am going to scream!” I exclaimed as I shook my head. ”But if there is a silver lining to be found? It’s the fact that winning the title from you means that your little reigns gets snapped out just like that.” I added as I snapped my fingers for emphasis. ”Then who’ll be brought down to nothing hmmm Kayla? You’ve had had every title opportunity practically gift wrapped for you on a silver platter since you signed with SCW two years ago, only title you haven’t won is the Roulette Title, a division you hate despite spending barely a cup of tea in it! It would be a shame if someone knocked you so far down the totem pole that your next appearance on PPV is either defending the Mixed Tag Titles or challenging Bobbie.

Oh, wait, did I say shame? Because I meant to say great thing!”

And with that I decided to wrap things up.

”Because frankly Kayla? It’s about damn time that someone knocked you down a peg, and you may laugh at the thought of me being the one to knock you off your high shores but I’ve been underestimated in SCW for most of my career as a Bombshell, it’s time people realized that I graduated from the Go Gym for a damn good reason!” I added as I flipped some hair over my shoulder. ”An who knows? Maybe you’ll give Finn back problems from having to carry your sullen ass around for the rest of the cycle, you know, like you claimed Carter does when we team together, totally fucking ignorant like you always are! I look forward to making you bask in the Golden Angel’s light on Sunday night as Justin declares “The Greek Goddess” Ariana Angelos the new World Bombshell Champion at “New Year, New Angel Part VI: Spoiling The Occasion!”!”

I turned off the webcam as the scene fades.

Climax Control Archives / Calling all Hastings Dreamers

« Last post by Luna Pasilno on April 26, 2024, 08:42:43 PM »

Call Me, Maybe?
Scene One | Off-Camera

It was kind of strange to think about. Luna and Sean had crossed paths a few times in the past. The TRIAD draft party, the finals of the Strength Tribulations. She was certain it had likely happened more than she even knew. But those were two she could remember. So colour her surprised when she didn’t somehow get screwed over with her pairing. Or at least, she assumed she hadn’t.

Part of her was expecting the Bill Barnharts of the world to be stuck with her, and as much as she loved the Barnharts… well. There’s some cruelty in this world best not thought of. Alex had somehow got stuck with Calaway again, and after she’d spent half the night cackling at the thought, she did feel somewhat sympathetic for him. As much as she disdains the woman, Alexander himself may have been quieter on it.

But boy was that woman not a pleasant thought in their household.

Duchess, their gorgeous short-legged Beagle, had decided today was a naughty day, and was making it an absolute agony for Luna to get herself put together. Her hair was half-brushed, and still slightly too wet to do anything nice with. She’d put on her primer and some foundation, but looked more like a ghost than a human being right now. Wrapped up in a dressing gown, and a cigarette hanging from her mouth she was about ready to give up on the phone call.

Alex was out on a walk. Why hadn't he taken the dog on the walk? Nobody could answer such questions. Clearly not the man who had decided to walk himself every day lately without the dog. But that meant that whilst she was trying to put her life together for the day, she had to deal with a decidedly naughty little hound. Did that mean she had lost track of time? Potentially.

But that would not stop her from attempting to get her life together, because if there was anything that Luna Pasilno was good at? It definitely wasn’t being a functional human being.

“What are you eating? Drop it! Drop it!” Luna started yelling as Duchess took off through the apartment, chewing away on something that she definitely was not meant to be eating. Chasing the animal through the apartment, she finally noticed the time. When had 10AM rolled around?

With her fingers halfway down the dog’s throat, attempting to pry whatever bit of food it had managed to find from her slobbering and excited jowls. She loved Duchess, but sometimes she really wished they hadn’t picked a fucking Hound.

So to say she was just the slightest bit spooked when her phone began to ring? That was an understatement. Successfully prying what was left of a lolly snake from the dog’s jaws, she went to pull her phone from her gown pocket. The dog took this as a moment of freedom, careening into Luna’s legs and sending her tumbling, and in the process? She accidentally answered that phone call.

Thankfully, assuming Sean wasn’t a foot guy, the only thing that would be visible on the call right now would be one of her feet as she had landed smack on her ass in the middle of the apartment. What she had not taken into account was now that she had to somehow have this conversation, after answering it with her feet being in view, and the sound of her going ass over tit.

“So, I didn’t realise the time. And… Do you have dogs, angel? We have this one crazy little demon. Duchess, named after Alex’s fuckin’ childhood farm creature. Anyway, we do not have an apartment big enough for this beastie, and she decided that this morning was THE day to run roughshod over us. So, if you do not mind a smidge, I’m going to need an extra… twenty minutes to put my life together. That fine with you, sugar? I can’t hear you, so I’m going to assume yes. Thank you! ” Luna started word vomiting, as she sprawled towards her phone. For emphasis she managed to hit the hang-up button with her toe.

Rolling over and pushing herself onto her feet, she grumbled. Duchess had decided that she was now all tuckered out and was going to lay down on the couch for an early morning nap.

“You naughty little bitch.” Luna said with a heavy sigh. Admitting defeat in this moment, she waddled her way back into the bedroom. Make-up being applied, hair dryer on and drying her hair. Nineteen minutes later, she was actually put together. The sniffling at her feet alerted her to the fact that Duchess had not continued her nap and was now wanting attention. Despite her earlier attempts to kill Luna.

Phone out, cigarette hanging from her lip again. Dressing gown off, simple white crop on, leather jacket over the top. Skinny black jeans, and she was a star in the making once again. Not the disheveled woman who previously answered the phone with only her foot.

“Come on sweetheart. We need to talk to the boy with the funny accent.” Luna cooed to the dog, playing with her ears and ruffling the fur on her head. Striding through the apartment, she stepped out onto the balcony. Twenty one minutes after the initial call, and she felt ready to be human once more.

Cigarette lit, a quick selfie camera check, and she was ready to go. Facetime may be one of the worst things ever invented. She was not a fan. Alas, the forsaking that one must make. She unlocked, hit the call history and held the phone out. Duchess clambering up into her lap. The goofy beagle, and the surprisingly put-together, sharp-featured lady. The call was answered, and there they were. Face-to-face once again for the first time in nearly seven months. Surely it couldn’t through a screen.

“Okay, once again. Apologies for earlier. This little creature is a menace until she’s had a morning lay down, and now she’s all better. But that’s enough about enough, lover. You’ve seen my dainty little piggies, so the least you can do is tell me a bit about yourself, Mr Brand New Daddio.”

Sean just looked mildly amused, as if he were still trying to get used to Luna’s nuances and personality. He waved a hand in a dismissive manner.

“It’s all good, Luna, it’s all good. I do find it slightly amusing though that you can go from German suplexing someone through a flaming table to getting bowled over by a beagle.”

Sean chuckled to himself. Luna smiled in response, ruffling the ears of the dopey little creature that was resting in her lap. A stark contrast to the violent woman Sean had noted.

“Well, sometimes little baby angels like this one are the biggest trials and tribulations. People are easy, little doggies like this one? Now that’s hard, sugar. Alex wanted a cat, I wanted a dog. We compromised, and got a dog, and now she punishes me for my choices. She loves him, and mostly wants me to have an unfortunate accident. Don’t you sweet girl?” Luna spoke softly, the longer she drawled on, the more her accent reverted to home. Less of the world, and more of the south.

“Well, I can’t speak for pets, although I am more of a dog guy myself. I do have a baby girl here though. She’s only a week old but she’s already proving to be quite the handful. If this is what she’s like in days I can only imagine what it’s going to be when she’s at school…”

Into view of the camera, was the image of a little baby girl. It was hard to see in a FaceTime conversation and Sean had clearly managed to do what most parents seem to and master the art of juggling two things at once. The baby’s face was smooshed up, buried into Sean’s neck as he leaned his cheek into hers.

“...but I’ll worry about that later.”

Luna swooned at the sight of the baby. The dog was a surrogate for a baby in her life. She’d never felt all that maternal, but there was something about the sight of children that warmed her inside. Though she’d never really want to put another Pasilno into this world.

“Animals fill that void. Raven got the snip many moons ago, and we can’t… we don’t want kids really. But I do love the smell of little ones.” Luna said softly, seemingly catching herself at one point.

She took a long drag on her cigarette, and exhaled a heavy cloud of smoke. Something in her eyes spoke differently than what her words did. Her heart didn’t seem to entirely match up with her words.

“But enough about things that can’t use the toilet right, and smell like corn chips. We got some working to do, don’t we, sugar? So I’m thinking, we should go on a little friend date, climb some castles and see how we mesh as people.” Luna said as Duchess decided she was done being on show and took off somewhere. Luna watched her for a moment, before bringing her attention back to the call. Moreso on the little one, than Sean. The next noise that was heard wasn’t the strange Scottish-American hybrid accent she’d heard before. It was softer, gargled. It dawned on Luna that the baby had started crying.

“Sshhh, it’s okay darling, you’re alright! Yes, you are! Daddy’s right here…uh-oh, I think we have a code brown situation! Did you go fill your nappy? Did you?”

Sean looked off-camera. It was times like this, that she was actively reminded as to why there was some peace in the world in not having the little stink machines.

“Babe! Can you take Amelia for a moment! She needs a clean nappy and I’m on the phone!”

Moments later and a whirl of sky blue hair came into view on screen. Her face couldn’t quite be made out fully but Luna took an educated guess this was Mrs Parker as Sean gently off-handed the little one to mum.

“Thanks, babe, I appreciate it. Bye-bye darling! Daddy will come give you loads of tummy kisses after he’s done speaking to his new friend!”

He turned back to the phone screen.

“Sorry about that… Meet-up? Yeah, I think that’s a great idea, actually. I’ve seen your ring-work, it speaks for itself but from my experience, two people who are great in the ring but don’t mesh as partners tend not to do so well. To be fair, Alex and I probably should get along better than we actually do but I know he’s a decent guy so if he trusts and loves you… I’m more than willing to make the effort to trust you as well. I have some promotional work SCW have requested I carry out, part of my one-off contract for the Blast From The Past in Hastings before the show. Y’know, Promote Climax Control! You’re from the UK! Hype it up, cut a promo! Perhaps we can have a little catch-up, see the sights?”

“Get your lawyers to double check the contracts. Mark and Christian are sneaky, heartless fuckers.” Luna said sternly. If there was anything that was consistent in the Rabenschwarz-Pasilno household, it was a fear of authority and an assumption that their bosses were out to get them.

“Lexi-baby is… Lexi-baby. A heart hurt by the sharpness of life. He’s just protective of himself. Protective of those he loves, too. And we’re all just a little bit sideways of normal on this side of the broken fence, baby. But we always have each other. Loyalty runs deep in our kingdom.” Luna continued on. The comfort settled in a little; and with it a bit of the mask slipping. The delusional kids of The Conspiracy.

And then…

There was a loud crash from inside the apartment, and the tell-tale sound of skittering feet. Luna stood up quickly, and shook her head.

“I have to go see what destruction is being caused before I end up like a screaming baby too. I’ll message you for details on the meet-up later. Unless the dog kills me. In which case. Lovely talking to you, lover.” Luna said quickly, and without even giving it a moment to settle, had hung up and taken off.

There was a surprising amount of rubbish on the floor, and a bin that should definitely not be on its side.

It was going to be a long fucking day.

Broken Ribs and Broken Dreams
Scene Two | On-Camera

“My first year here, there were ups and downs. Rocky starts, rocky finishes. Transitional title reigns, and a less than stellar ride. But in that year I did something that almost no other woman in this company can say they even came close to. I beat Crystal for the Roulette Championship, and gave Jessie the two best matches of the entirety of her time around that division. I took the Queen of Hardcore, Alexandra Calaway and showed that she couldn’t even come close to the dance when I’m across from her.”

“I stood as the Queen of Vanity, the Queen of The Conspiracy and in that? I found myself. I found The Masochist, I found The Idol, Luna Pasilno. Shedding ideas, gimmicks and pretence. Shedding that to find myself standing tall. To find myself being the person I can be happy with. I said that this was going to be the year that I prove that I can hang. That I prove, I’m not just another pretty face. I prove that I’m more than the side piece of Alexander Raven. This? This is the year of Luna fucking Pasilno, The Idol of Sin City Wrestling. And to put my mark on it? I reminded everyone just who the fuck I am at Blaze of Glory. I broke a goddamn kendo stick over Sam Marlowe. I put that mouthy little bitch who’s crocodile mouth was writing checks her candy ass couldn’t cash, straight through a table.”

“The Conspiracy, Alexander Raven and Luna Pasilno, we aren’t here to fuck around. Oh no, sweet baby angels. We are not here to be the pretty faces and the delusional kicking blocks. We are here to show that we mean fucking business. If we’re going to be stuck here at the whims and wishes of the surrogate daddies, Mark and Christian. Then we’re going to take everything they love and break it. We’re going to throw that tantrum and spit the dummy. All the toys out, and all the kids made to cry. But right now? The Blast from the Past tournament.”

“The tournament that exists to strap a rocket to the backside of the next big names. A man and woman who, at the end of it all are guaranteed an opportunity at the World Championships of both divisions. Poetically, it would have been perfect if The Conspiracy got to do this journey together. A journey to the paired crowns. Winner takes all, would’ve been an apt end to what would have been a storybook journey. Unfortunately, the powers that be continue to pretend that they are benevolent and forgiving. That this is a case of random luck and random chance.”

“There’s no random luck in the fact that they paired Alex up with the bitch who cost him everything last year. The bitch that was the fucking unlucky thirteen for my dear husband’s twenty twenty three. There’s no random luck in that Alex is getting screwed once again. But in a shimmering beam of light. It seems that the surrogate fathers have seen the error in their ways. Punishing their perfect little baby girl, Luna Pasilno. That was a bad idea. Trying to hurt their ideal was a terrible move. Trying to hurt me? I ain’t going to burn down in fucking ash and timber.”

“So they’ve given me what I believe is the golden opportunity. Not the golden opportunity. But an opportunity regardless. Sean Parker and Luna Pasilno. The oddball couple destined to take the whole damn thing and show the world. See, I’m actually somewhat familiar with Sean’s work. Something we preach and follow in The Conspiracy is having our fucking eyes open to the world. No blinders, no ignoring what happens outside these doors. Sean is a multi time champion. He was the guaranteed draft pick in the Wit Trials of TRIAD. A series that includes some of the best in the fucking world to do it.”

“A man who went toe to toe with Matt Knox, Peter Vaughn and hell even Alexander Raven. One of few men who can claim victory over the reigning and defending monarchs of Sin City Wrestling. Sean is one of them. So with Sean at my side? I’d say that Kayla Richards only needs worry about one woman coming for not just the Bombshell Women’s World Championship, but also that lofty Mixed Tag Team belt. And though I have immense love in my heart and soul, and think the only marquee match that Sin City truly needs is the rematch of Alexander Raven and Finn Whelan, I’ll settle for Sean Parker. Every kingdom needs to be undone from the base to make it collapse. And so, if Sean needs to take the place for the interim. Then so be it.”

“But this before us? This is even deeper than that for me. Hello Kat, it’s so nice to see you back again. I do apologise for pulling the plug on our last head to head. Broken ribs are a bitch to push through, I’m sure you understand. And, admittedly. There was just a little bit of egg on my face for losing the Bombshell Internet Championship to one, Ariana Angelos, right after I’d made a mockery of every other woman on that journey. In fact, you were one of those women too, weren’t you? Yes, my precious little typewriter.”

“I took extra special notice of you in the past, Kat. The woman riding the laurels of old achievements. Dancing and prancing your way forward, riding high on the coattails of your infinitely more successful brother. A woman who is all buddy buddy with the surrogate fathers of Sin City. A woman who stands there and fawns for the adulation of a people that no longer fucking care. Ah, dear sweet Kat. Six months after you failed to win the championship that I did win. Let's say five months? Five months since I had to delay our next foray due to unforeseen medical issues. Five months and you’ve done absolutely fuck all since. Miss Manners? A fucking warm-up match and you know it.”

“There was a golden opportunity for you to stay the fuck home. There was a golden opportunity for you to take your ball and leave, and stay out of the ring. There were all the chances in the world, but some part of you. Some part of your brain demands that you come back. Waltz in and out. Leave when things get too hard, and come back when you think the playing field has devolved to your standard once again. Paired up with another hack-eye from the past in Teddy Warren. A family I’m unfortunately familiar with. A funny little one called Dawn Warren being my debut match here, in fact. You baffle me, Kat. You baffle me in ways that I cannot eloquently explain. So eloquence is not that journey here, sweet angel. No, eloquence just isn’t my fucking thing. ‘Cause this dainty little southern, she’s shown that she can fucking fight. Be it barbwire wrapped bodies, flaming fucking tables or if I get my way, chairs and brass to the skull of every mouthy bitch that decides to stick her nose into my business.”

“Kat, I want you to listen closely. I want you to understand what I’m saying. I need you to pay attention to what is going on. You are a throwaway in a tournament filled with fucking heaters. You a throwaway in a tournament where for the first time in years there is a chance for an actual challenger to the fucking crowns. You are one half, and unfortunately, the better half, of a warm up team. A team filled with a nobody and a never was. Which are you? I wonder, I wonder. Which shoe fits a little bit better for the perpetual failure that is the project of Kat Jones?”

“But this isn’t all about us, no, no. No this is more than our little tête-à-tête. I haven’t forgotten about sweet little Teddy Warren. No, no, Teddy. Teddy come to mama darling, I have many things to talk to you about. How nice it is to see you again. The man who has to overcome so much to be here. Another member of the Warren family who has done absolutely fuck all to make their name mean a single fucking thing in this business. A former Roulette Champion and…. Well that’s about it, isn’t it, Teddy? Oh, poor sweet Tedward. I know how hard it must be for you. To come back and think that things are going to be any different for you. The Blast from the Past tournament, thinking you might get paired up with the likes of a Kallie Reznik or maybe even myself. Betting all your fucking chips on a big partner, and you end up with another wannabe nothing failure in Kat Jones.”

“Oh sweet angel, I do feel for you. Not only do you have possibly the worst partner in all of the tournament. Hell, I think even Bea Barnhart would’ve given you more chances than little ol’ Kat Jones. But then you draw, for my own money, and not to toot my own horn. I am humble after all. You draw the favourites. You draw the team that everyone has their eyes on because there is no doubt. There is no question. There is no other answer. The winners of the Blast from the Past tournament. You’re fucking looking at ‘em. Luna Pasilno and Sean Parker.”

“So, Teddy. I hope you signed for some good money. Though, maybe being able to pay this month’s rent was enough of a lure for you. Because this is a one and done for you both. A one and done and then you and Kat Jones. You can pack your bags and get back in the seats where you belong. Watching the rest of us go to fucking work. Watching those of us who can fucking fight.”

“And remember.”

“The Conspiracy is here.”

A Hastings Event
Scene Three | Off-Camera(ish)

William the Conqueror, the invading Normans. The fall and failure of King Harold II, and all that was left of that iconic event in history, were these crumbling ruins. These privately owned, crumbling ruins. These ruins that looked like steps. These ruins that looked like they were begging to be climbed. There was a twinge of sadness. Being here and not being here with Alex. The King and Queen of The Conspiracy. There was a picture perfect example of that of which Alex had talked about for years here. The crumbling and decaying castles of the invisible hands that control them.

Or something like that.

The twinge of sadness was quickly overruled by the arrival of this innate desire. An innate desire to climb. An urge to cause chaos. To put the Sin City legal team to work, seeing as they had done their damndest to ensure Alex and Luna didn’t get a break. So here Luna was, looking over the green hills of the iconic sight. Her eyes fixated on a low wall, that led to a slightly higher wall, that led to the top of a doorway, and in turn the top of a crumbling battlement.

Sean was off doing his TV duties. Filming for whatever it was he was filming for. She was certain he had told her, but truth be told. She was mostly distracted by the baby. Both of the babies. The dog and the actual child. But she could see them some distance away. Filming on the battlefield itself. Which meant that all the attention was focused elsewhere. Which meant that Luna could become the conquering Queen of the ruins.

It was but a flash of movement. She ran up unto the low wall. Running the full length of it, as nearby tourists cast sideways glances. One person looked ready to say something, but decided against it after getting a proper look at Luna. Her athleticism was going to pay dividends. She leapt up onto the next wall, clearing a larger than it looked gap. Ignoring the crumbling of stones, she crawled her way up along the wall and on top of the doorway section. Staff taking note of her now.

“Excuse me miss! You can’t be up there. You need to get down!” One of them shouted, a few people now stopping to gawk and stare.

“Sorry, I don’t speak United Kingdomnian. Only American.” Luna mocked as she scrambled further up. If they wanted her down, they’d have to get her down themselves. Which from the looks of it, was unlikely to happen. What was the worst that could happen?

Springing further up, she climbed to the top of the wall, and sat on the L bend. Stones skittering and falling. The staff were conversing between themselves trying to work out what they could do to get her off the ruins without a big how-to-do. Luna, being pretty chuffed with herself, simply swung her legs and stared out into the distance. ‘Get a snap for Alex.’ she thought to herself quietly, taking her phone out.

A quick selfie, shot off to him. It seemed like Sean had finished up his obligations too as he was walking toward her.

With the camera crew.

Who were still recording.

She thought about quickly climbing down. Getting off the cameras as she wildly disrespected these protected ruins. But then decided against it as it would be a great little thing for the cameras to catch. What were Mark and Christian going to do about it? Fire her? They had yet to find a punishment that was actually going to work.

Luna! Fuck sake!” Sean shouted out at her. She simply smiled down at him, as he waved off the camera crew.

“Hi Sean, baby. Nice to see you again!” Luna shouted down, standing up slowly. Looking down she squared herself up, and took aim.

“Catch me.” Luna said and took a step forward. And then she was sailing down off the ruins and straight towards Sean. It was at this moment, she really thought some extra warning probably would have protected her. Too late for that now.

And then…

Climax Control Archives / A Busy Summer

« Last post by Eddie Lyons on April 26, 2024, 07:11:22 PM »

The air felt different in England. The Roulette Champion’s plane had landed in London a day ago, and Eddie along with Coach Kaiser had been taking in some sights and enjoying their time in The Queens Country. He had never been to the UK before. SCW was allowing him to see the world, he got to see Mexico, China, Rome and now got to spend time in the UK.

The two had found a quaint little diner and ordered the same thing. Fish and Chips. As they enjoyed their lunch, it was also time for business.

“So, Serena Riot, that’s our girl.” said Coach Kaiser, “What do we know about her?”

“Not much” said Eddie as he swallowed a bite of deep fried deliciousness, “Introduced myself on Twitter…X….whatever, anyway she said she was ready to “get after it.”. I guess she runs a company called FCW as well. She's second generation like me. Haven’t heard much of her other than that. I guess it really remains to be seen.”

“I guess so.” replied Coach Kaiser, “And Coredlia Clarke. I guess she was a big deal in the old SCU. May have to do some research into her there. As for you, I mean you really should probably just focus on Justin Smith."

“Who I’ve beaten time and time again.” said Eddie. “It feels a bit arrogant to say it, but I’m really not concerned about Justin at all. I have his number and he knows it. This one will really come down to the ladies, and I just hope Serena is able to keep up on her end of the bargain and isn’t too focused on running her own company. Maybe I can get us past Justin but I can’t carry this tournament on my own.”

“You have your Roulette Championship too.” Kaiser reminded Eddie.

“Exactly. I have a pretty full plate this summer, so I’m really gonna need my teammate on this one.” said Eddie.

“Damn I wish it was Kallie Reznik.” said Kaiser, “I know Aaron and I would have the two of you dominating every team in that bitch.. But alas, the cards did not fall that way. Still, maybe this Serena Riot will pull her weight and help get us to the finals.”

“Maybe, either way my plan is to just do what I always do. Put up the best fight I can and show why I am the SCW Roulette Champion and one of SCW’s fastest rising stars.” said Eddie

“Of course.” said Coach Kaiser, as he munched on some fri…chips, “That’s all anyone can ask. I know you’ll give it all you can.”

“It’s what we do at The Lyons Den.” said Eddie, “We give it our all, show no surrender. Like Cobra Kai, but not assholes.”

“So Eagle Fang?” Kaiser smirked.

“Nerd. But yeah that works.” said Eddie with an eyeroll.

“Hey, you brought up Cobra Kai.” replied Coach Kaiser

“Fair.” Eddie nodded.

“Anyway, where’s our waiter?” asked Kaiser, “We need more vinegar.”

“I’ll flag them down if i see them.” said Eddie

The two continued their chatter, eventually finding their waiter so Coach Kaiser could have his extra vinegar. They both knew it was going to be a hell of a summer for Eddie Lyons as they approached Eddie’s first full year in the company. Already a champion, he still had nowhere to go but up.

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The Tower of London looms behind Eddie Lyons as the cameras open. He observes the scenery around him with an air of calmness and confidence, after a few moments he turns his attention to the cameras.

“Gonna be a helluva tour.” said Eddie Lyons, Roulette Championship displayed proudly on his shoulder, “This will be a first for me you know. My first tag team match, so I get to learn a new aspect of our business over this tour as well. I get to see how Eddie Lyons performs as a tag team wrestler. After all I do want to win every championship I can in this company, so I’ll need to find a partner at some point to achieve that goal.”

Eddie sighs, with a confident smile.

“That’s something you’ll learn about me Serena.” he said, “I always have goals for myself. I had a goal to win this Roulette Championship, and I did it. I beat the best Roulette Champion this company had to do it. Now I intend to prove myself as a champion. If I win this tournament, I have a chance to become a double champion. For someone just under a year into their SCW career I’d say I’m doing pretty well for myself.”

Eddie shrugs.

“But pleased to meet you Serena, I’m Eddie.” he continued, “I know we linked up on X. But we haven’t really gotten to know each other. I know you run your own company and have heard positive things about you. I hope they’re true, because I want to win this. Ask anyone in SCW about Eddie Lyons and they’ll tell you that you drew maybe not the best, but you drew a pretty damn good card. I may not be the best, but I desire to be. You’ll hear about my drive, and how I always pick myself up from a loss and look to be better. I EARNED the respect of Peter Vaughn by getting back on my feet each and EVERY time I was knocked down. Maybe I lack in personality, but I assure you I make up for it in that ring because its all I know. It’s all I’ve ever known as a second generation superstar. That ring is my life, and I give it my all when I’m in there. If you can bring the same energy as I intend to, we’ll be a shoe-in for the finals. But if you don’t want to hear it from me, ask one half of our opponents Justin Smith what he thinks of me.”

Eddie gives a confident, and slightly cocky smirk at the camera.

“How we doing Justin?” grinned Eddie, “What excuse will you make this time? I’m honestly running out of words to say about you. I’ve defeated you what, three or four times now? Each time we face off, you seem to change nothing and learn nothing. So you end up losing, time and time again. Why would this time be any different? I hate sounding cocky but I mean it’s sort of hard not to be when you keep beating the same person who never learns form their mistakes. I’m not perfect either Justin but I do what I can to learn from my losses and my mistakes, and you know what it made me? A CHAMPION.”

Eddie motions at the SCW Roulette Championship on his shoulder.

“But you know that don’t you Justin?” Eddie continued, “You are one of the men I had to beat to earn this championship. But hey, perhaps your partner can pull it off for you. I don’t know much about this Cordelia Clark. I’m told she was breakout star in the old SCU, but I haven’t done much research on what SCU was even all about. I suppose she’s more of my partners problem to handle but I feel I should address her as she is still considered my opponent.”

Eddie takes another short pause.

“What I can tell you Cordelia, is you are going to really need to step it up.” Eddie said, “Because your partner just doesn’t have what it takes to stand up to me, he hasn’t beaten me yet and nothing will change this time, unless you manage to defeat my partner. But I’d be careful because while I don’t know much about Serena Riot, apparently she is “that bitch.”. I have a good friend named Cleo who feels she is ‘that bitch” so I know what it means when you call yourself that. If Serena really is “that bitch” as she claims to be, then your chances of beating us are slim to none.”

Eddie keeps his usual confident gaze on the cameras

“Serena, just know that I have your back throughout all this.” Eddie continued, “Everyone around SCW knows I consider myself an honorable man.I hold honor and respect in high regard. We have been selected to be a team. That means we’re in this together. Your fight is my fight, and we are one. We got some good teams mixed up in this, Calaway and Raven, Melissa and Aiden. Bobbie and Peter could surprise. But you know what I think? I think Eddie Lyons and Serena Riot just might be the darkhorse team to win it all. I say we make a statement in the first round. Let’s go out there and show why Eddie Lyons and Serena Riot are going to win the whole fucking thing. Lets get it.”

Eddie smirks confidently,and adjusts his championship.

“Whatever happens, I can promise it’s going to be one helluva summer for Eddie Lyons” he continued, “Win or lose this tournament, I’ll still get to call myself a champion. But like those who faced me before know, it won’t be such an easy road. If Justin doesn’t step his game up, you’re going to lose this match Cordelia. It really is that simple. Maybe you can wake him up or something, I don’t know. He’s not my responsibility, he’s my opponent. One that as stated, I’ve beaten time and time again. I know little about Serena true, but I’m getting vibes we’ll be alright. I’m not even worried about her criminal record. I know she was charged with arson, and did some time. That doesn’t bother me. My best friend Cleo Phillips did time too, mostly armed robbery and things like that. I’ve heard her stories of things she had to do to survive on the inside, and even when she ran the streets on the outside. It makes you tough and it gives you a different sor of grit. The fact she’s also second generation like myself means she knows the business inside and out. The other teams better be cautious because even though we haven’t been formally introduced yet, on paper we have all the makings of a team that can win this whole thing if we put the effort into it. I know I will, and I hope you will too Serena. In the end, that’s all I ask if you try. If you don’t try and you don’t turn up and ghost on me, that is something that will upset me but I’ll likely not be able to do much about it other than just continue on in SCW as it’s Roulette Champion. Whatever happens just know Eddie Lyons will always continue on, with HONOR BEFORE GLORY.[/color]

Climax Control Archives / The American Dream (A Teddy RP)

« Last post by Kate Steele on April 26, 2024, 06:38:27 PM »

Los Angeles, California
Warren- Chavez Home

Life was good. That is the only thought that ran through the mind of Teddy Warren as he stood up in his living room and glared at the bassinet that was beside him that held his five-month old infant girl Marlene. The little girl was trying to move about as Teddy hovered over her and smiled in return. he gently lifted her up and held her against his shoulder.

“Awww are you happy to see daddy my little pumpkin?! Yeah… you love daddy don’t you?! You are daddy’s dream come true. This whole life is everything that I could have ever wanted. I am living the American dream. I have the amazing wife. I have the precious little princess in you. This home is very welcoming and I am happy that you have a big thirteen-year-old sister that can help guide you. This really is the perfect life and I couldn’t have asked for anything else…”

The infant is just smiles as Teddy just rests her gently on him. It isn’t that long until his wife Michelle walks into the living room wearing her pajamas. Almost on cue the baby begins to cry and that’s when Teddy looks at his daughter and laughs.

“You always know when to call for mommy don’t you?! I guess it must be time to eat…”

With that Teddy hands his daughter over to his mother. Michelle takes the baby and proceeds to sit down on the couch. She places a blanket over her as she begins to breast feed the baby. Teddy smiles as he walks over to his wall of accomplishments, most of them coming from SCW. The Mexican-American mother however just feeds her baby as she looks over at her husband.

“You really are an amazing father and a great husband as well. Ever since Marlene was born you have made some sacrifices to make sure that all of our needs were being met. I couldn’t have pictured a better man in my life then you…”

Teddy nods his head with a grin.

“Honestly all of this has gone so fast. I remember when the divorce was finalized with Kate. I didn’t know what I was going to do with myself. I think Dawn saw how depressed I was from the situation, and your sister her wife Melissa saw that all you ever did was spend time working at the zoo. They wanted something for both of us. What was meant to just been a small set-up with siblings trying to ship off their siblings turned out to be something more. Who would have thought that you would have gotten immediately pregnant after us dating for a few weeks, and then catching the bouquet at Dawn’s wedding?!”

Michelle nods her head with a smile as she looks at the little girl.

“It was amazing and to be completely honest I wouldn’t change any of this for the world. Todd Warren… You are my world. You are my sun and Marlene is my moon. Without the both of you my world would have crumbled. I love being a veterinarian. I get enjoyment out of taking care of animals. Sometimes ferocious ones that would scary a common person away… When I met you, I knew there were red flags that people warned me about…”

Michelle takes a deep breath as she continues to share her heart.

“My sister had told me that you had went crazy and tried to steal your best friend’s company from underneath her but luckily Seleana and my sister put a stop to that. There were parts of you that I didn’t want to be near. As we dated however I realized that all of those things that people warned me about was all for show. That wasn’t you at all. I really fell in love. One thing led to another. I got pregnant and of course we ended up married.... I am happy… I am beyond happy, and I can’t wait to see where else life takes off… May I ask you a question?!”

Teddy thinks about it as he looks back at his wife.

“Of course you can ask me any question. I am your husband. I think it defeats the purpose of us being married to one another if we can’t ask each other questions…”

She nods her head taking a long deep breath as she gazes back into his eyes.

“Are you happy?! Like are you happy with how life is going?!”

“Of course I am happy. What type of question is that… Life is way better than I could have ever imagine”?

“The reason why I want to ask you this is because as much as I love being a mother, and I am more than thrilled to be your wife. I was a very independent woman before I was even in this relationship. Working with animals at the zoo as their doctor gives me complete joy. It’s my own fantasy come to life and I am thinking about getting back to the zoo. I have already asked my sisters Marcia and Melissa; they will look after Marlene while I am working at the zoo…”

Teddy raises his eyes in return.

“So why are you telling me this?! You don’t trust in me not being a good father to Marlene, look just because I might get a little freaked out at the sight of a nasty diaper doesn’t mean I can’t handle changing my daughter. Hell I am pretty sure I can manage making formula as well. It all comes with the territory of being a dad…”

Michelle shakes her head as she looks back at her husband.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you. it’s just that I know that there are some dreams of your own that you want…”

“Well since you put it like that, Brayden is planning to sell his GFL football team. I did make a bid for it. Of course I had to borrow some money from the best friend T-Will. It would be cool to bring a football team to Long Island. Who knows maybe you could be my quarterback…”

Michelle shakes her head as she puts Marlene in the bassinet. The baby is sleeping at this point before Michelle slowly walks over to where her husband is standing. She stands beside him as she glances at his wall of accomplishments.

“I wasn’t talking about your football team. I am sure purchasing a team would be cool and seeing all of those pretty women in their little outfits would definitely be a turn on, but honestly I meant your own personal dreams. Every morning you have gotten up and walked over to that wall. You constantly stare at your Roulette, Mixed Tag, and Internet Championship replicas. Whenever you look at them you are just in awestruck. I know you would never admit it but I think deep down you want to complete your journey…”

Teddy shakes his head.

“Look I love wrestling but my life is with you two ladies right now. I want to do what’s best for the two of you. Being a father and a husband who is in the life of his family far outweighs everything else. My father wasn’t there for me. I was dumped off into the foster and it took a while to me to finally have a good family. Now that I have made a family of my own I don’t want to turn my back on what I worked so hard to establish…I will never be the type of man that refuses to man up and be in his family’s life…”

Michelle places her hand on his shoulder as she looks at the accomplishments.

“I am not saying that. Babe you know you are a good man. You are the epitome are what every family dreams of out of a man for the household, but it would be selfish of me to have you constantly sacrifice everything for us, and for you not to pour a little bit into yourself so you can achieve what you want to do. Every day you look at that wall and it’s because I know that deep down you want what is missing. You want to reclaim that glory. You want to be a World Champion. It’s the only thing missing from your wall. Why not go out there and conquer what you never managed to do before…”

Teddy just rolls his eyes as he slowly looks into his wife’s eyes.

“I would love that but I wouldn’t even know where to begin…An opportunity like that doesn’t just come out of thin air Shelly. It would be a long grind and I doubt I really want to pour that much time into working through a ranking system to get that. It’s a long grind and I haven’t really been an active star in such a long time…”

Michelle giggles as she grabs her husband’s hands and looks right into his eyes.

“Remember watching SCW last year and you saw hard your sister Dawn had worked to get through the ranks. She made it to the finals of the Blast from the Past but last at the end of the tourney. I think if you managed to have the same type of run you could have everything you want. All it would take is four matches. Four matches and you would be staring down a World title match…”

Teddy backs away as he turns away from his wife. He looks over at his sleeping child as he ponders everything.

“Shelly it still good but I didn’t even register in time to be in the Blast from the Past. That would be nothing more than a mere pipe dream at this point. Besides how things went for me when I was last in SCW and the way I lost the Mixed Tag Championships in the very first defense I doubt anybody would want me back…”

Michelle waves her finger in front of her husband before she suddenly wraps her arms around him, and gazes right into his eyes.

“That’s what you think. You need to tell me how much you love me because I decided to enter you into the Blast from the Past. It makes no sense for you to just sit around and question about the missed opportunities. If I wish to go back to the zoo you might as well do whatever makes you happy. This is your chance to turn all of the critics and haters into supporters…”

Teddy raises his eyes in return.

“WAIT… YOU GOT ME A SPOT IN THE BFTP?1 WHEN WERE YOU HOPING TO TELL ME THIS?! LIKE THIS IS AMAZING, THIS IS SUPERB. THIS IS SUPERCALIFRAG….”

“Take it easy Mary Poppins… You still have to tell me that I am the best wife in the world…”

Teddy kisses her passionately as the grin just escapes from his lips.

“You are better than the best. I am honestly speechless….”

Michelle hugs him tighter.

“Don’t be speechless. This is something I did because it’s something you deserve. I love you Todd Warren. You might come off one way to others but in my eyes you are my teddy bear. You should never doubt yourself. You somehow managed to win me over and if you could win me I have no doubt in my mind that you could go out there and win that tournament, and eventually become a World Champion. It’s all on you babe but I believe in you and I know Marlene believes in you. Give her a reason to be super proud of her daddy…”

Teddy nods his head as he slowly turns back to his daughter.

“You want me to win this tournament?! You want me to accomplish my dreams… You don’t have to worry about it because I will indeed do that but only if I get what I want… I know I have been asking for you to do something physical…”

“…I know, how do you think Marlene got here?!”

Teddy shakes his head.

“No not that TYPE OF PHYSICAL! What I meant is I just want you to be in my world. If I am going to trot all over the world putting my body on the line to eventually cement myself and move towards a World Championship I want to do it with your help. I want you to be my manager. Not a valet but more so somebody that I can depend on if certain women at ringside want to cheat. I can’t hit a woman but of course you can strike them in my place…”

Michelle thinks about it before she slowly nods her head.

“Deal but only if your support my dream. If I manage you and go through this wrestling training every single place, we visit. Every new country we have to make sure that we stop by and see some of the native animals in their natural habitats. There are a lot of animals on this planet that I have yet to see and this could really go far in me learning about all sorts of life. Just imagine if we could see different species and…”

Teddy smiles.

“Okay, okay Dr. Chavez… No need to nerd out over seeing different animals. Let’s just focus on making sure I get to the top of the mountain. As long as I got you by my side I know that I can accomplish anything. Why don’t we get dressed and drop Marlene off at your sister’s house?! I think it’s time to make some phone calls and go back to the Rose Wrestling Academy… Better yet why don’t we go spend some time in Colorado…”

Teddy has an evil look on his face.

“I think getting you a crash course in learning how to wrestle or should I say “defend” yourself at Hells Gate might do you some good. It might do us both some good. You can learn the dirty side of wrestling instead of realizing that everybody is out here to be a friend… As a matter of fact, I will make the call now…”

With that in mind Teddy begins to smile as he rushes to get his phone. Michelle stands there with her arms crossed as she looks at their baby. The road to accomplishing dreams would be a long one but as long as they both had each other nothing could stop them.

Damn… It has been a while hasn’t it?!

Honestly it feels like it has been too fucking long. I am sorry for the bad word. As a man who has just reached biological fatherhood back in October I know I shouldn’t be coming across saying words such as that one but can I just say from the bottom of my heart that it feels absolutely amazing to be back here in front of you all. What makes it even better is a lot has changed since everybody last saw me. if I can recall correctly last time I was anywhere near a ring I had lost my Mixed Tag Team Championship. It was Kate and I’s last effort to try to solidify ourselves as an amazing married couple.

We worked hard to win the titles from the Black Sheep but just like that our marriage was rocky. We just weren’t working together as much as we should have, and in our very first defense we lost to the Barnharts. It’s crazy to think that I was last on the active roster three years ago. That’s so long ago.

Since that time Kate and I finally went through and gotten our divorce. I had done everything in my power to end her. I tried to gain solo custody of our adopted daughter Juliet and I was just pretty much a dick. I wish that wasn’t the case but I can’t change the past. It took me a while to get back on my feet and I would have never imagined falling in love with a beautiful Mexican-American. I could have never fantasized getting her pregnant and now I have a mini me that is the spitting image of her father. I am just thankful that everything is going as well as it could have possibly have gone.

With all of that in mind I was in the middle of living the American dream.

I have the hot and sexy wife.

I had the adorable child.

My family life is the best that it has ever been, but even though things are better than perfect at home I always felt that there was a piece of me that was missing. It’s that I haven’t found my niche. Through everything and convincing of my wife she helped me come to the reality that my true place is in that of the ring. She has entered me into the Blast of the Past and now I am in position to make every dream of mine come true. I can push towards the end goal and I can work my ass off to eventually challenge for a World Championship.

It sounds like a tough thing to go through but I just need to outlast, outwit, and out wrestle the best four matches of my life and I will get everything that I want. Blast of the Past will be my proving ground and through hell or high water you better believe that I am going to get everything I could have ever imagined. I am going to work my ass off and I am going to EARN it.

All of these are good ideals but it doesn’t mean anything if I can’t get past the first round in this tournament. I will be blunt the moment I heard that Kat Jones was drawn to be my partner I thought that we had this in the bag. I thought it was going to be a foregone conclusion that we were on a one way trip to the finals. After all Kat Jones is an absolute beast. She can definitely handle her share of stuff from whatever the bombshells might try to throw at her.

She happens to be one of the best friends of my best female friend in Crystal Zdunich but more importantly than that she is the little sister of Kimberly Pain who my little sister Dawn has decided to train under at Hell’s Gate. If this wasn’t a match made in heaven, or in this case hell I would say I couldn’t have it any better. Kat has torn through the competition ever since she made her return and as great as I am sure Luna can be. After all Luna is a threat who beat my best female friend for the Roulette Championship has already begin to cement herself as a tough competitor.

I am not afraid of what Luna brings to the table because I know Kat is going to put all of that to rest. What this is going to come down to is what is going to happen when I get in the ring and lock up with Sean Parker. How’s it going Sean?!

I don’t believe we have really met one another and even if you wish to take the time to research all of the stuff that you can find about me through the SCW video library let me just bluntly come out and tell you who I am. My name is Todd Warren. I am passionate, I have a purpose, and I know what it means to persevere.

My entrance into the wrestling world has always been on the thought that I was nothing more than a little Bitch. I was a Bitch because I decided to take my wife’s surname whether it was Steele and now Chavez. I am also the man who could be called flamboyant. Who crossed dressed on SCW television, which pissed on himself when J2H appeared. I was also voted most hated of the year for one year.

This might seem silly to you or make me out to be a clown but in my eyes I would like to think myself as a showman and I just love to pour every single bit of myself into my craft. I love this sport and I would do anything to give myself to it.

In the same token I have been a Mixed Tag Team Champion, I have been a Roulette Champion, and even an Internet Champion. I have been in the ring with people like Fenris, people like Austin James Mercer, hell I beat Senor Vinnie to win a title, and went to war with J2H. I have done everything I possibly could do but something eludes me.

I want to be a World Champion…

I want to be a Grand Slam Champion…

I want to be a Hall of Famer…

How I get to claiming what I want is by winning this tournament and winning the title so that I could knock two things off of that list and position myself for the third. That’s who I am Sean. If you are expecting that same old Teddy from three years ago to walk into that ring you are mistaken! I have grown and I ready to do whatever I have to do in order to get what I want.

I know you wish to make a name of yourself, I bet you just want to beat me so you can sling shot past others on this roster. It sounds good and truthfully I would support you on any other occasion. I am not going to allow you to get what at my expense. This is when I step up and show to Kat Jones as well as others that you can trust in me and I will have her back.

I won’t allow you to think you have what it takes to beat me and advance in this tournament. I want it more and I am going to showcase why I want it that badly.

Looking at you Sean I see a talent who has definitely had his share of accomplishments. You are exactly one month older than my little sister and I have nine years on her. In your time of wrestling you have become a World Champion.

You have managed to dominate the scene in Zion becoming their Endurance Champion and being a Break Out star. You have torn things up over in XWF and the more I research you I have to accept the fact that you have practically been a champion everywhere you have gone. I can’t really say the same thing. Everywhere outside of SCW I have only ever been considered a joke.

I am sure you will find that I have racked up more losses than I would like to have on my namesake. It isn’t good and I haven’t had quite the prolific career that you have. However it isn’t anything to be sad about because the one thing that I do have is the fact that I haven’t worked my ass off as hard as I have done within SCW.

I am sure that on a day where I wish to phone it in or not give a crap that you would pick me a part.

However this is that Todd Warren that when he is fully committed to something and he pours every single bit of himself into that ring he becomes unbeatable. I don’t give a damn who you are. Nobody could stand a chance if that Teddy shows up. That is the Teddy that I had always wished that would come face to face against Fenris but that version of me was always too much a chicken. It’s also the same version of me that should have been there to face J2H but I crumbled under the pressure.

I am tired of being that same old let down and that’s why after not being in this company but three long years that I plan to unleash all of my frustrations into this match. My journey to the top will not end against a man who is signing up to be in a tournament just to potentially be a one-time showing because he had nothing else to do and thought the chance to maybe fight towards a title shot would be cool.

No..

As much as I do want that title shot and that’s everything that I am about…

This feels so much different for me!

This is about reclaiming what was lost. This is about showing everybody that there is nothing wrong with taking three years away from a company minus one occasional bftp appearance to showcase that you are still as passionate about the place. In those three years I had to figure out things about myself. I had to evolve from being that abuser that I was to Kate.

I had to grow as man, and I had to become a father…

Now that I have found Michelle I know I have to do better. I can’t be that same old pompous prick anymore, although sometimes it’s hard to not dwell into the urge of telling people exactly how I feel.

No… I can’t revert because I have a little six month old daughter that is one day going to look back to see how her father had conducted himself. I need to be a role model to her. I need to show her that sometimes being denied of something isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes it just means you need to work that much harder to achieve what you want to achieve.

The real valuable lesson that I am looking to my little girl is based on that of walking into a job interview. Perhaps you may get judged in the wrong way. You may not get that job but that doesn’t mean you should walk away with your head down feeling worthless.

Instead you should have the drive and determination to come back stronger and knock the next interview out of the park. One needs to sell themselves to show they really want something.

SCW really knocked me down three years ago. I wasn’t ready. I might have accomplished a lot but the time away has set me up for what’s about to happen now.

So Sean I ask that you bring everything that you. It’s going to take everything inside of you to keep me from advancing in this tournament. With everything beating inside of me I promise to not only beat you but to go through competition week after week until I finally earn the right to fight for the World Championship.

It’s all or nothing and I am locked in to the task at hand. I wish you the best of luck. You certainly will need it but it’s officially Teddy time and I refuse to back down…

Climax Control Archives / You Can’t Hurt Me Now

« Last post by JustinSmith on April 26, 2024, 04:29:47 PM »

The scene opens up with Justin Smith taking a walk to find a good restaurant in Hasting England. He stops to talk about his tag team partner Cordelia Clark.

Justin-I am looking forward to kicking some ass in the Blast From the Past tournament, and one thing I know for sure is that I don’t trust Cordelia Clark, my tag team partner.

Justin laughs before discussing his distrust of Clark in their upcoming match.

Justin-Cordelia, you can talk about my lack of success in SCW all you want, but I would rather be in my position in a major promotion like SCW than a top star in its old sister show of SCU. I am going to do what I do best and bring the fight to my opponent, and cause a lot of destruction in the process. I hope you can carry your weight in the big show of SCW!

Justin waves off the cameraman, asking him to leave so Justin can enter the restaurant as the scene fades to black.

The following day, Justin is seen at his hotel room, getting ready to go to lunch, but turns to the camera to address his opponents, first focusing on the one he will face in “Unbreakable” Eddie Lyons.

Justin-Eddie, I am so sick of facing you, it’s not even funny. Then again, it was the luck of the draw that paired us up again. Unlike our previous encounters, I will finally get a win over you, by hook or by crook. Once Cordelia and I advance on to the second round, you can go back to defending your title!!!! I am ready to destroy you once and for all.

Justin then turns his attention to Eddies tag team partner in Serena Riot.

Justin-Serena, as much as I don’t trust Cordelia, I know that she can actually handle herself in the ring. I dunno if Eddie can say the same about you. Just be prepared to lose sweetheart!!!!

The scene fades to black with Justin cackling as he leaves the hotel room.

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