• Profile Info
  • Summary
  • Show Stats
  • Show Posts...
    • Messages
    • Topics
    • Attachments

This section allows you to view all posts made by this member. Note that you can only see posts made in areas you currently have access to.

1

Climax Control Archives / False Prophecy

« on: April 25, 2024, 12:56:05 AM »

● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

Date: JANUARY 3RD, 2015 || Camera: OFF
● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

The lights in the room were bright. The single desk set up in the middle of the room had a recorder on it. The mask-wearing patient sat at the desk.

Of course both of his hands were shackled together. His feet are the same. All of those shackles leading to the chair he sat in.

There was nowhere for him to go. Even if he wanted to, but the shackles weren’t for the fear of him escaping.

The shackles were for the safety of the young doctor walking in. She had already been attacked once by the patient sitting at the desk.

Although their relationship had seemingly improved the last few months. The trust wasn’t there and likely never would be.

She then found herself taking a seat. Sitting down with a notepad and pen right in front of her. Before reaching over and pressing the record button.

“This is Dr. Wynn.
This is session twenty five with the Entity.”

Her hazel eyes coming up to meet the patient’s that were behind the mask.

“Are you ready to speak?”

“Of course. . .
It’s taken us a while to finally warm up to each other.
But I think you now know what I expect.
And what I will or will not tolerate.”

“As I mentioned before.
I’ve never meant any harm or any disrespect.
You came to our facility almost two years ago.
All I’ve ever wanted to do was help.”

“Do you know how many times I’ve heard that Dr. Wynn?
I’ve heard that ‘no disrespect’ was meant.
I’ve heard ‘we all have the respect in the world’ for you.
More times than I can count. And every single person that said it. . .
They meant to be disrespectful.
They didn’t have any respect for me. Never did. Never will.”

The masked patient just shook his head in a disappointed manner.

“People are fickle.
They’re never meant to be depended on or trusted.
I’ve had to learn that lesson the hard way. More times than I’d like to admit.”

“And the most recent time was with that company you were telling me about.
Is that correct?”

“Ah, yes that was our last discussion.
Good ol’ Sin City Wrestling. The shadiest professional wrestling company to exist.
Ran by two corrupt men. Mark Ward and Christian Underwood.
Two men that said they respected me.
Two men that said they appreciated me.
But everything they said was a lie. It was all a lie.”

“I’m aware that we’re starting to get to the root of your problems but. . .”

“Problem? Oh Dr. Wynn.
I think you still severely misunderstand.
I never came to this place for help.
In fact I came here to embrace who I needed to be.
I had to become who I am now for the ultimate revenge.”

The sinister chuckle that fell from the masked patient’s lips made the skin crawl of the doctor before him.

She had a job to do still. Regardless of how on edge he made her feel.

“Ultimate revenge?
I want to know more about that and where your head is.
However, before we go there. I want to back up for one second.
Those two men. Mark and Christian.
Why are you so convinced they’ve done you wrong?”

“The proof is all in the pudding.
I played the game they wanted to play.
I was a model employee. I did exactly what they wanted.
Showed up for every event. Competed every match I was in.
Even took their prized purpiles and put them on a higher level.

And then when I did the highest honor.
They turn on me. They refused to honor the deal.
Refused to extend my contract.
Left me without a job. With a family to support.
They’re evil intentions were shown.”

“I am just going to call this how I see it.
Corporates are hard to understand.
They make complex decisions all day long.
Some we will never have to deal with.
Being a boss isn’t always rainbows and sunshines.
Are you sure it was truly a matter of malice?
And it wasn’t just a hard decision you don’t understand being made.”

“Oh I’m more than sure my view is correct.”

Those words were just dripped in hatred. As much as it may have been a figment of his imagination. Mentally ill or not the mindset wasn’t going to change.

“Everything. . .
Everything done since then proves it was done with intent.
When it was revealed I blew my ACL that last match.
No phone call. No bump in my last check. Certainly no job offer.
My name has not been mentioned in a year and half since leaving.

I get no royalties when my image is used to promote things.
They’ve done everything they can to move on from me.
To forget about me. To erase my career and my legacy.
For no reason at all.
That is something I cannot let go unpunished.”

“I don’t want to upset you. . .
Do you understand when you talk about revenge?
When you talk in riddles? When you come off threatening?
I can never tell my boss that I feel like you’re safe to the public.
Your time here isn’t going to come to an end.
We have to find a way for you to channel this energy into a more positive mindset.”

“Again. There is your ignorance rearing its ugly head.
I am here to become who I need to be. Listen to me when I say that.
You have no authority over how long I say or when I go.
That fat pig you call a boss has no control.

I have all the control. And when the time comes.
When the transformation is complete.
I’ll let you know when I’m ready to leave.
And you’ll walk me out the door. Hand in hand.”

“I don’t believe that will be the case.”

“I do. . .
You don’t want another run in with me.
They almost didn’t get to you in time.
Think about your husband. Your two year old.
They’re not ready to say goodbye to you.
Like you’re not ready to say goodbye to them.
Just know you will do what I want when the time comes.”

Her facial expression displayed nothing but fear. She had never mentioned her personal life. Even some of her co-workers didn’t know.

She quickly reached for the table and smacked the button to the recorder to shut it off. Getting out of her seat as quickly as she could. The masked patient began to laugh.

“Dr. Wynn. . .
You don’t understand how deep you’re in this thing with me.
Trust me when I tell you. You don’t want to be part of this revenge tour.
We’d be much better off as allies.
I’m a man that likes to take matters into my own hands.
I can be very dangerous when the time calls.”

“You’re disgusting!”

It was the only two words she could let escape her lips. Before she quickly stormed out of the room. Leaving the masked patient shackled there.

His demonic laugh began to consume him. As he rocked himself back and forth in that chair as a true unstable human being.

● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

Camera: ON
● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

The sound of church bells ringing could be heard with the shot opening up. Sure enough with the cameras panning around.

The location was revealed inside of a church. Inside the church. Not a soul was seen. Not even the priest. All the seats were empty.

Service had concluded for the day. The sounds of the bells were signifying that. A slow turn of the cameras leading to their primary focus.

A confessional booth. More than anything the focus was on the door where a cross was featured. Cameras slowly started to zoom in.

Then Like some type of black magic, there was a sudden flash of white light. With the shot now inside the confessional booth.

The wicked grin of the one they called The Entity was shown. A slow pan up to their face as the soulless areas were visible. Almost glowing like never before.

The silence now broken by the masked figure.

“A false prophet. . .
That is someone that claims to be a gift prophecy.
Someone that claims to be divine inspiration.
More or less someone that believes that they are on a level above the rest.
And sometimes false prophets are made because of false followers.”

Surely just a few words being spoken by Entity. They would have the Sin City Wrestling faithful’s attention. Whether they wanted to give it or not.

“That’s where the false prophecy of Miles Kasey comes in.
Fans all across the globe clamor for the man.
Some go as far as calling him the greatest wrestler of this generation.
They believe that he can hang with the best of them.
No matter who he is matched up against.
Hell, the match he just competed in.

Fans are calling it the greatest wrestling match of twenty twenty four.
There’s still so much time in the year to go. How disrespectful.
And it doesn’t end there with the fans.
Pay close attention to his peers. They overhype this man.
They also believe he can hang with the best of them.
They are the ones that say he had one of the best Internet Championship reigns in recent history.

They are the ones that say he’s a future World Heavyweight Champion.
They’re the ones that say it's an honor and privilege to face someone like him.
All of these comments and claims add to the aura of Miles.
It adds to this false prophecy that he’s some kind of wrestling god.
It’s disgusting to hear the things these people say.
It’s even more foul that Miles doesn’t bother to correct them and tell the truth.”

Entity’s face twisted into a ‘sour’ like expression with that sentence.

“Not once have you humbled yourself, Miles.
You’ve never come out and denied the claims of being one of the best.
You’ve never shut down the calls for you to be a World Champion.
Never one named five Internet Champions that were easily better than you.
Instead you embraced those claims. You embraced those remarks.
You’ve leaned into this false prophecy which now means you’re endorsing it.
That means you belong in hell. You deserve to burn in forever eternal damnation.”

Each word being spoken had the Entity sounding more and more frustrated. Their opinions of Miles Kasey are very different.

Far different than the rest of his peers. To the point it had the masked figure upset. That heavy breathing from behind the mask becoming heard more often.

“By embracing this false prophecy.
You leave me no other choice but to expose you.
No other option but to lead you down the path to your eternal damnation.
But of course. . .
What I am saying right now is falling upon deaf ears. Am I right Miles?

After all, who I am to you?
What do I mean to you?
What do I mean to Sin City Wrestling?
When am I ever going to amount to anyone around here?
All these questions have circled your head.

Like they’ve circled everyone else’s head that I’ve faced.
That’s exactly what Mark Ward wanted.
It’s what Christian Underwood wanted.
They wanted my presence to have no effect on anyone.
My career and my legacy, they wanted to be nonexistent.”

Smallest little shake of the Entity’s head was visible. They continued on while starting to clap in a very sarcastic manner.

“Congratulations. . .
If you are letting my words fall upon your deaf ears because of that.
Then you’re a moron. I already told you this. I’ve told everyone this.
I know what they’ve done and what they’re trying to do.
It’s not a surprise. You’re just setting yourself up for failure.
But maybe that isn’t it.”

The masked figure’s clapping came to an end. All while starting to tilt their head to the side.

“Maybe the reason for deaf ears is HB Carter.
Are you taking advice from him?
Are you letting him give you words of wisdom?
Are you letting him be your guide to defeating me?
Carter is the only person to defeat the Entity thus far.
That might be fact, but you know what else is fact?

Fact number one. Wins mean nothing.
Losses mean nothing. This is Sin City Wrestling.
Where the mediocre will forever be rewarded.
You could lose every match for six months in a row.
You’ll have at least three title shots handed to you.
Without being earned during that time.

I’ve said it before. I’m not here to be the competition.
I am simply here for revenge.
Here to make certain people pay for what they’ve done.
It seems to be something people struggle to understand.
But the more bloodshed that ends up on my hands.
You’ll understand, Miles. You’ll all understand.”

This deep demonic laugh consumed the Entity for a moment. That was more than a telling sign that the masked figure was anything but sane.

They were anything but someone that could be rationalized and understood. Everything about them screamed they wanted to watch the world burn.

“Fact number two. What did HB Carter do with that victory?
It’s a feather in his cap. A chance to rise up the ranks.
A chance to show he has arrived here in Sin City Wrestling.
Despite being here all this time. But Carter did what he always does.
He goes right back to just being another body on the roster.
Once again he goes right back to being complacent.

Carter had no direction. He took no step forward.
He did nothing with the win. Barely even made it onto the last supercard.
If it wasn’t for him being friends with some hag. He’d been sitting at home.
You know that just as much as I do.
If you ask me. The writing is on the wall.
It’s there in black and white.

You’re far more successful than Carter ever thought about being.
You’ve held championships. Competed in Main Events.
Done many of the things he claims he wants.
But for some god forsaken reason.
You’re going to listen to him. Take his advice.
Allow him to lead you nowhere.”

Entity had their glove covered hand brought up. Shaking it right before the cameras in a ‘no-no’ like manner. As if they were referring to Miles as a toddler of sorts.

“And that brings me to fact number three.
You don’t have the confidence to be in the ring with someone like me.
Taking that loss to Peter at Blaze of Glory.
It shook you to your core. It shattered you. It broke you inside.
It broke your mindset. It made you question your abilities.
It made you question whether or not you belong.

I know that you’re not going to admit to that.
You’re not going to give me that satisfaction.
That’s why you’re really leaning into this false prophecy.
Soaking in the attention you’re getting for a match of the year candidate.
I am not a fool. I know how these games work.
But deep down. You know what I am saying is true.”

Once again that evil smirk had appeared on their expression.

“To stand across from me. . .
You’ll need confidence. You’ll need the ability to believe in yourself.
Entering the ring with me already deflated, lost, and confused.
It makes this easier for me than it should be.
Surely, you don’t want to do that Miles.
You don’t want to give it all away before the match happens.

If you do that. Then you lose your fans.
You lose the support of your peers.
No more big time matches. No more being viewed as a pillar to Sin City Wrestling.
Giving up on yourself is the worst thing you could do but. . .
It would be the smartest thing you ever did.
I get that you brits aren’t the smartest.

In fact some of the dumbest people on earth.
But this is the time you should listen to me.
Show up on Sunday. Walk to the ring.
Lay down in front of the world. And expose yourself.
It’s for the greater good. It saves you a beating.
It saves me from sending you to the Emergency Room.

It saves you from having to put your loved ones through hell.
And through torture of making them watch what I do to you.
I’m telling you, Miles. This is the best option.
After all, even the man they called Jesus. . .
A true prophecy did what was right.
For the ones he loved. For the greater good.”

Bringing religion into the mix. Likely wouldn't be well received by anyone. Entity on the other hand kept that devious smirk across their expression.

“You’ve got the chance to show your selflessness
Or you got the chance to be selfish.
It’s all in your hands from here on our Miles.
But I assure you. If you don’t go the smart route.

All the pain. All the suffering.
All the blood that will be spilled.
It won’t be worth it. You won’t come out the other side.
You will not still have a false prophecy attached to you. Regardless.”

Following those words. The Entity found themselves leaning in a little bit closer to the cameras. Now speaking in a satanic-like whisper.

“In fact Miles. . .
I told all of Sin City Wrestling. I was going to take matters into my own hands.
From here on out. I will not settle until chaos is amongst us all.
You don’t take the easy way out. Then the savage beating I put you through.
It’ll make the crucifixion of Jesus Christ look mild!”

The close up shot on those soulless eyes were enough to send a chill down the spine of the viewer. Then with another bright white flash.

The shot was outside of the confession booth. Focusing on the cross on the door once again, but this time it had been flipped upside down.

That was quite the statement by the Entity. Within seconds of being outside the confessional booth the shot found itself fading to black.

● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

Date: APRIL 23RD, 2024  || Camera: ON & OFF
● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

The shot opening up was a little shaky at first. Clearly not a professional camera nor a professional behind the camera.

Once the camera got held still it was revealed it was looking inside of a window. Then all of the sudden that booming loud voice could be heard.

Speaking in as close to a whisper as possible.

“Mark and Christian. . .
This video is going to be sent to the office.
Because by the time it makes headlines that one of your ‘employees’ have committed a crime.
You’ll be under so much fire to figure out what happened.
I want it to come straight from my mouth.
And my mouth alone.”

There was an almost sinister sounding snicker that left the Entity’s vocal chords.

“I told you back at Blaze of Glory.
I’m tired of the disrespect. I’m fed up with everything.
All you’ve taken from me and made disappear.
Therefore it’s time I take matters into my own hands.
And why not start with the family you forced me to abandon.
I’ve harmed when once by walking out on them.

Now I need to send a message loud and clear.
I need to have blood on my hands in the worst ways.
I need Sin City Wrestling to crumble.
What better way than having it gain bad press?
By a disgruntled man taking out his grieves on the ones he’s meant to love.
Oh what a headline it’ll make indeed.”

Entity’s gloved covered hand could be seen reaching for the window they were filming. Lifting it up slowly and very gently. Being sure not to make a sound.

Once the window was opened enough the camera became shaky again. All for a brief second before it came clear Entity had climbed into the home.

“I had two young children. A little boy and a little girl.
I had a drop dead gorgeous girlfriend who I loved dearly.
We were living on cloud nine when I was employed
With you back in two thousand and thirteen.
Best lives one could have. Then you stripped it all away from me.

You didn’t resign me like you said you were.
I was left without the funds needed to support them.
You contributed to the downfall of my mental health.
You are the reason I viewed myself as a failure to my family.
And the two of you didn’t feel even the slightest bit of remorse.”

Entity had slowly started to walk throughout the home. A lot had changed in the last eleven years. It didn’t look like it once did.

Nor could it be expected to be the same. Soon enough they found themselves slowly but surely starting to approach the stairs to lead to the second story.

“I left them high and dry.
Because of how you made me feel.
And because I could no longer provide for them.
They never understood it. They never will.
But for the last eleven years I missed out on my children’s lives.

I missed out on Nicole’s life.
And I won’t take the fall for that.
None of that would’ve happened, if it wasn’t for you two.
But now is the right time for a reunion.
Especially considering who I am facing this week.”

By the time their statement was finished. Entity had made it to the top of the stairs. Still speaking in that deep voice but with a whisper tone.

“Miles Kasey. . .
He gets to be employed. He gets to be a golden goose.
More importantly every single week. We all have to witness him.
Shove his relationship down everyone’s throat like it’s supposed to matter.
Miles gets to experience love and flaunt it.
He gets to support his family.
But I didn’t. Again the lack of respect and value.
You had for me is apparent.”

Their words were soaked in bitterness. Entity finding themselves reaching the top of the stairs and walking down the hall.

Poking his head inside the room. Thus far there wasn’t a soul in sight. One would have to assume that was a good thing.

Entity stopped in front of one of the doors that were shut. Pushing it open. Once he did so the review inside the room was very distinct.

It clearly belonged to a teenage boy. Lots of trophies on shelves. A basketball in the corner. eve a poster on the wall.



Entity could be heard scoffing from behind the camera. The poster was that of Miles Kasey. By the sound in their voice. It struck a nerve.

“Imagine that.
Because SCW took everything from me.
Forced me to abandon my family.
Made sure I didn’t have a job.
My son grew up to have a false prophet as his hero.
I’ll be fixing that real. . . real soon.”

Turning themselves around. Taking the opposite direction down the hall. Once again letting their voice be heard.

“Now I know that we don’t know each other, Miles.
And you might think that my issues with the company.
My issues with Mark and Christian. They don’t have anything to do with you.
But that’s where you are wrong. They’ve got a lot to do with you.
They’ve got a lot to do with the entire roster.

But specifically with you.
How dare you get to support your family?!
Make sure they don’t ever have to suffer.
Give them anything they may ever need.
How dare you get to live our happiness with your loved ones?!

Get to travel to work with them every week.
Having the chance to see the world.
Knowing every night your relationship is as good as it can get.
And more importantly. . .
How dare you get to be valued more than I ever did?!

You’ve never been to the top of the mountain.
Not like I have.
You’ve never provided the ratings that I did.
You have never had the stock.
That I did.

I can look at my career and yours side by side.
Everything I did in two thousand twelve to two thousand and thirteen.
Outshines everything you’ve ever done.
Or ever will, if we are being honest.
Yet, you get praise. You get value. It’s disgusting!”

Their voice raised for the first time. Showing that extreme amount of disdain for the man known as Miles Kasey.

“Like everyone else Miles.
You’re okay with it.
You’re okay with being held higher than me in value.
Despite the fact if it wasn’t for me.
People like you wouldn’t exist here.
You wouldn’t get the opportunities that have been handed to you.
But no one will give me the credit I deserve.”

As the Entity was approaching the end of the hall. From the door to the left that was closed. The sound of running water could be heard.

That being the indication that someone was home after all. There was a sudden flip in the camera view as the face of Entity was now being shown.

“Maybe just maybe.
Mark and Christian will show this footage to you too, Miles.
If I am willing to harm the ones I love.
For the sake of sending a message.
After I lost everything to begin with.

What makes you think I won’t harm you worse?
You’d be a fool to think otherwise.
In the end all that needs to be understood.
This on the hands of the company. It’ll even be on your hands Miles.
I will not stop until every one of you loses it all!”

The camera flipped back around. As the door was starting to open up. Steam rolling out of the hot room. A brunette in her mid to late thirties walking out.

Wrapped in a towel. Her attention was focused on her phone. No idea what awaited her. That booming voice speaking out to capture attention.

“Hello Nicole. . .
Long time no see.”

The hair on the back of the woman’s neck stood up. She dropped her phone in a startled manner. Looking up and coming face to face with that masked figure.

A blood-curdling scream could be heard leaving her lips. The woman turned to rush back into the bathroom. Retreating in fear.

“There’s going to be nowhere for you to hide!
There’s going to be nowhere for you to run!”

Entity rushed the woman and in doing so dropped the camera. It hit the ground and shattered the screen. Briefly catching the Entity trying to get to the screaming woman.

The camera stopped recording due to it being broken. The screams of Nicole got a little louder as she tried to push the door shut.

“No please! Leave me alone!”

Entity stopped trying to force their way in. Instead they stepped back and allowed the woman to close the door. The gloved hands of Entity came up.

Their fingertips pulling on the strings that kept the mask so tight to their face. Before yanking the mask off and holding it in their right hand.

“Nicole. . .
It’s me.”

Those words were soft spoken. Different from what was taking place moments ago. The voice sounded familiar enough.

The woman’s screams had come to an end. She popped the door open. Ever so lightly. Enough to be able to peek at it. Her gaze locked on the now maskless man.

She almost fell to the floor as the door opened. Her hands covering her mouth. The state of fear now being replaced with a state of shock.

“You’re. . .You’re. . . You’re. . . Alive?!”

Tears formed in the brunette’s eyes. Leading to her swinging the door open the rest of the way. She rushed out and wrapped her arms around the man.

Her sobs could be heard as he dropped the mask out of his hand. Letting it hit the floor at their feet. For the first time in eleven years he was . . . home

2

Supercard Archives / Re: JUSTIN SMITH v ENTITY - HARDCORE RULES

« on: April 08, 2024, 08:13:50 PM »

● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

Camera: ON
● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

The shot found itself opening up into a dimly lit room. From the small little bit the cameras were showing things of notice laid around.

Barb Wire chairs and baseball bats stacked against a wall. Lots and lots of glass. Some of it shattered into pieces. Others just stacked on top of each other.

Even a trashcan full of weapons from hockey sticks, to kendo sticks, and various other objects were seen.
Then that booming, loud, and evil-like voice was heard.

The shot instantly cut to the direction of where it was heard. Sitting there on the floor of this room. Slouched in the corner was The Entity.

“Disappointment.”

Those narrow soulless eyes locked ahead. Like they had been in the past.

“This entire roster is filled with it.
But it starts at the top.
Mark and Christian are a disappointment.
The way they handle business is a disappointment.
How they handle contracts is a disappointment.

How they go about bringing in talent is a disappointment.
How they handle talent when they have them is a disappointment.
Most of their booking decisions are a disappointment.
The list goes on and on.
It’s pathetic.”

The masked figure found themselves shaking their head from side to side. In a very disappointed manner to go along with the theme they were painting.

“With it starting at the top.
There’s no real surprise that disappointment. . .
Trickles on down into the locker room full of talent.
You can’t hold people accountable. To be better.
To be useful. To take things to a new level.
I learned this back in two thousand and thirteen.
Nothing has changed in that time.
And if it hasn’t changed in eleven years.
It’s never going to change.”

Entity’s voice sounded more and more disgruntled with every word spoken.

“Because nothing has changed. . .
That is why people like Justin Smith exist.
And I know it’s something I already said.
But I’ll keep saying it until it’s understood.
People like Justin are why this company continues to fail.

Outsiders see people like Justin on the roster. . .
And they laugh. They laugh hysterically.
They don’t view this company as a threat.
A vital company to work for.
A company that’s going to be able to provide for them.

All because of people like Justin existing.
And all because of the decisions those two clowns make.
But that’s why I exist now. To tear this place down from the inside out.
To make sure Sin City Wrestling ceases to exist.
To be the hand that leads to its demise.”

From that slouched posture found itself changing. Due to the Entity forcing themselves to stand up.  A slow and steady step towards the camera. Keeping the shot on them.

“Words like this should anger you. . .
It should get under your skin.
My words should offend you and they should make you
Want to defend this company’s honor.
The same company that gave your mediocre ass a job.
But it won’t do any of those things.

There will be no effect on you at all.
You’ll not even acknowledge what has been said.
Instead you’ll do what you’ve done since you arrived.
Have little to nothing to say. . .
At least of any kind of relevance.”

Each word spoken in this moment about the man they would face. There was no highlight. There was no positives. The Entity truly didn’t view this as a threat.

“Then you’ll show up for a match.
You’ll show up, which is more than some can say.
But it’ll be like you shouldn’t have shown up.
You’ll flop around the ring. You’ll show no real talent.
May get lucky here and there. With small bursts of offense.

Get the golf clap from the fans. Based on effort.
Nothing else other than effort.
But then in the end. It’ll mean nothing.
Because you’ll lose. Just like every other match you’ve had.
You won’t come out the victor.

Everything about you is ever so formulaic.
It’s all so predictable. We’ve seen it a hundred times out of you, Justin.
Therefore I’ve got no reason to be concerned.
Normally, I don’t fear any mortals.
But certainly not you.

But the thing is. . .
You’re just like J2H.
You’re just like that thing I faced a few weeks back.
You’ll like them in the sense.
You think this is about wrestling to me.”

Logically, the Entity and Justin worked for a wrestling company. That should be the focus. The thought process behind it all. As people were learning though the masked figure was different. . .

“I was a top notch wrestler.
I was all about the five star matches.
I wanted to have the best match of the night.
And I wanted to give the fans something to look forward to.
But SCW ruined that for me eleven years ago.

When Mark and Christian decided to take everything from me.
That’s when I no longer cared about those things.
I couldn’t care about those things. All I could care about was. . .
Revenge. That’s what I am here for. That’s what motivates me.
And revenge is something I will have.

It just so happens I have to go through people like you.
In order for that to happen.
And like I said a few days ago. It couldn’t be more fitting. . .
The fact our first and likely our last meeting ever
Will be in a hardcore match.”

The silence that overcame Entity in that moment was significant. They found themselves looking around the room. Seeing what they were surrounded by.

Allowing their hand to reach out and brush their fingertips over several of the weapons. Very symbolic for what was around the corner at Blaze of Glory.

“All I have thought of is how demonic I get to be.
How sadistic things are going to become.
All the things I can get away with in the legal sense.
It brings a smile to my very lips.
And that’s the other thing you need to understand. . .

This isn’t going to be your basic hardcore match.
Chairs, they’re fun to use. But won’t have the impact that a barbed wire bat will.
Tables hurt to go through, but you’ll survive that.
Glass? Glass on the other hand. Well that says all it needs to.
Difficult to survive when you’re bleeding from several deep cuts.

All these other weapons. . .
Kendo sticks, ladders, brass knuckles, and so forth.
None of it would have the effect on you.
That fire would. Just imagine the pain J2H felt being put through a flaming table.
I could always one up that. Have something blow up in your face, Justin.”

The close up shot of the smirking lips of Entity was beyond disturbing.

“Point is Justin. . .
This isn’t going to go the way you think it is.
I’m unlike no one you have ever faced before.
The punishment you will endure in that ring.
It’ll be unlike anything you’ve experienced before.

And just so it sinks in.
What I said last time wasn’t said just to seem ‘scary’ to you or anyone else.
I said what I said last time because I truly mean it.
This is the end for you. I will until I watch you turn blue in the face.
Until I watch you take your final breath.

The moment they cart you out of the ring.
Rush you through the curtains and load your lifeless body into an ambulance.
Then and only then will I know it’s a job completed.
After that maybe just maybe. They’ll start to see me as the threat.
That I am and the threat I’ll always be until the endgame.”

Their fingertips took one last drag across the edge of a steel chair in the room. Before the Entity turned their gaze right back to the camera.

“No matter how many of you might think I’m talking in riddles.
No matter how many of you think this is an act.
A show being put on by me just for the sake of appearing ‘scary’ to the average.
To those that think I’m nothing special.
And that think I’m not capable of following through.

Keep thinking that. Keep believing that.
Keep setting yourselves up for failure.
Because in the end, I thrive off of your negative mindsets.
It fuels me to do exactly everything I’ve said I’ll do.
It motivates me to lead you on this journey to SCW’s demise.”

Entity took a couple of steps towards the cameras. Their face goy close and personal with the recording camera.

Those soulless eyes sending chills down the spine of those watching. All while their evil looking grin remained plastered across their lips.

“Soon, you’ll discover. . .
I am your worst nightmare!”

The Entity found themselves walking forward at that moment. Heading out of the frame of the shot. Letting them focus on just the weapons.

That long lasting shot was a lasting image that would leave an impression on those that would watch Blaze of Glory. That’s when the shot faded to black.

3

Supercard Archives / Re: JUSTIN SMITH v ENTITY - HARDCORE RULES

« on: April 03, 2024, 10:26:18 PM »

● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

Date: OCTOBER 17TH, 2013 || Camera: OFF
● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

In forty eight hours the world as he knew it had changed.

He went from being one of the top stars of Sin City Wrestling. Went from having a high profile match. To lose said match and the championship. Only to find out. . .

That the two men that ran the company decided not to resign him. Made the decision to let his contract expire next month. No real talk about it.

It was just over. One of the biggest struggles of his life. It had him in a trance. Sitting there in the living room of his Los Angeles home.

He sat there in his recliner. Looking off into the distance. Inside his head. Still thinking about what had happened and what this meant for the future.

It was not a good thing for his mental health by any means. All of the sudden his daughter who had been off playing with her half brother came running up to him.

“Dad.”

He didn’t even hear her. Still very much in that trance.

“Hey Dad!”

She patted his leg gently. The six year old just starved for attention. That’s when her four year old half brother ran up beside her. Slapping the thigh with his sister shouting.

“Dad! Dad! Dad!”

“Dad!
Play with us please?!”

The slaps on his thighs got even harder. That’s when he came back to reality. Instantly raising to his feet and shouting at the both of them.

“Will you two stop it?!”

Both children had never experienced their father raise their voice at them. He may have used a stern tone when saying no when they were babies.

Nothing like this. Both of them backed up. His son instantly had tears in his eyes. His daughter looked like she was in a state of shock.

“I just need five minutes.
Five minutes to my fucking self!”

His voice was still very loud. About that time the mother of his son and his live-in girlfriend came storming into the room.

It took her one look around the room to realize he was out of line. She quickly approached the children and whispered to them.

By that point he had put his hands on his head. Pacing around the room back and forth. Very much like an unstable person.

By this time both children had begun to leave the room. Slowly as they were still very confused. When he turned around he was met with an angry expression from the woman.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!
Those are babies!
You don’t yell at them like that!”

“They wouldn’t stop.
They just wouldn’t.
I need a break!”

“Considering they’re six and four.
I didn’t think I’d have to say this.
But welcome to parenthood!”

The glare she gave him was something for the ages.

“I get that things are rough right now.
I understand that you’re trying to figure things out.
Find out what the back up plan is going to be,
Where you go next in your career.

How to provide for us as a family.
It’s stressful as can be.
But I will not allow that to ever happen again.
Do I make myself clear?”

“Don’t come at me with some kind of ultimatum!”

“Excuse me?!”

“I didn’t stutter.
You heard exactly what I said.”

“Oh you’re feeling real froggy all of the sudden huh?”

Both of them were glaring at each other. A very heated moment amongst the couple. That’s when he took his hands off his head.

He was standing his ground right where he stood. Like there was something to prove.

“You don’t know half of the stress.
You have no true idea of what I’m dealing with.
What’s going through my head. Or anything like that.”

“Alright now listen--”

“I’m the provider. I put food on the table.
I bring the money into this house.
And now look at me!
Look what they reduced me to!”

His rage was starting to consume him. It was coming out more and more with each word spoken. She was taken back herself. Looking at him with wide eyes.

“For the last nine months.
I brought eyes to the product.
My name sold tickets.
I’m the reason asses were in seats.
I elevated that company!
And this is how they repay me?!”

The pacing had started again. He was going back and forth. Trying to make sense of everything in his head. This is what he had been trying to do.

For the last two days and couldn’t do it. It simply just didn’t make sense. It didn’t register to him. She finally found herself stepping up. Trying to say something for comfort.

“Baby. . .
It’s rough right now. It’s confusing.
But it isn’t the end of the world.
You’re still in your prime.
Any wrestling company would be lucky to have you.”

“It isn’t about that.
This is about what they’ve done to me.
They used me. They used my talent.
They used my influence.
They used me to grow and get better.
Then pitched me in the trash. How dare they?!”

“I don’t think---”

“Just shut up!”

Again that rage consumed him. Forcing him to snap on her in a way he wouldn’t have normally. She took a step back and just eyeballed him.

He looked back at her seemingly having no remorse for the way he acted. Instead he shook his head and began to storm past her.

Heading right for the front door. His hand hit the door knob and began to twist it. Only for him to stop when he heard her speak up.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?!”

The silence between them took place once again. He faced the door that was only half way open. Not bothering to look back at her when he did respond.

“To fix this.
One way or the other!”

Finishing pulling the door open. He stepped through the threshold and slammed the door shut behind him. Ending their conversation for now.

As he began to walk off the front porch and down the sidewalk which led him down the driveway to the open gate. Finding himself forced to think about it again.

Becoming obsessed with the same thoughts that hadn’t left him for the past two days. He said he was setting out to fix it.

But truth be told deep down. This was unfixable.

● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

Camera: ON
● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

The sad sounds of an organ being played was heard the moment the shot opened up. The room was revealed to be a bit dark. Hardly any light shining through the windows.

In fact the only real light was just above what appeared to be a little stage. To which when the shot focused on the stage area. The setting stood out.

There was an all white podium with a microphone attached to it. All types of flowers were around the podium and to the stage for design.

However despite that set up. It wasn’t the primary focus. Instead the primary focus was the back of someone who happened to be facing a casket.

Their hands were gripping the sides of it. Somewhat with force as the white in their knuckles could be seen. Whomever that person was kept peering into the casket.

Before the camera could get too close and get a clear shot. This very loud and booming voice could be heard. It was all too familiar.

“Funerals.”

That one word escaped their lips. As they suddenly turned themselves around to reveal who they were. None other than the one they called The Entity.

That masked figure had those soulless eyes narrowed on the cameras. Taking a few steps forward and forcing them to take a step backwards.

All while Entity proceeded to approach the podium.

“It is meant to be a celebration of life.
Friends and family.
Your respected peers. Co workers, ex lovers.
So on and so forth. They all come together.
In order to celebrate your life.
Pay their respects and say goodbye for the final time.

But what about those that aren’t loved?
What about those that aren’t respected?
What if someone that passes on doesn’t have any loved ones?
That person doesn’t get a celebration of life.
They just get shoved into a wooden box.
Then buried six feet under to never be thought of again.”

That glare consumed their expression a little more. Their voice made them just sound as if they were the most vile and hatred person walking.

“That is a sad thought to process.
But for me? I think there are people that deserve to go out like that.
I truly believe there are people out there that should not be celebrated.
When their time comes, they just deserve to be stuffed in that box.
Like trash and forgotten about within the next day.
And it just so happens. . .
Justin Smith, you are one of those people.”

The Entity made sure to look right at the camera lens. Almost in a way to make sure he gained the attention of that man he was referring to.

“I can’t imagine. . .
That anyone would miss you if you dropped dead this moment.
All those around you would go on with their lives as intended.
Rightfully so.
It isn’t like you are a productive member of society.
Much like you are not a productive member of Sin City Wrestling.

You are just another body.
You are just another pile of flesh.
Someone for people to farm wins off of.
Someone to just be a punching bag to the roster.
And on top of all of that being laced in facts.
You know it is such and you’re okay with it.”

That tone of his sounded so bitter and so offended.

“You are okay with being mediocre.
You’re fine with laying on your back for people.
That pay me, pin mentality makes me fucking sick.
And for no other reason than you are someone this company values.
They let me go for people like you.
They told me I wasn’t worth a new contract.

For people like you.
They said I just didn’t fit their image for the company going forward.
But they signed people like you.
They went out of their way to get rid of my legacy.
For people like you.”

Entity’s eyes seemed to be glowing with rage. Each word that came out of his mouth painted an image for how he perceived things to be.

That image didn’t make the owners look good. That image did make the company look good. It didn’t even make Justin look good.

But then again this was the Entity’s own interpretation of it all. His brain was wired differently. Is it something people would take seriously? Likely not.

“The sickening part is. . .
I have had to sit back and watch this happen.
Over and over and over again.
For the last eleven years.
All for people like you, Justin.
Now clearly Sin City Wrestling.

To be more exact Mark and Christian.
They’re not ever going to admit any wrong doing to this.
They’re never going to admit to their hand in this.
But you, Justin. You could have done the right thing.
You could have never accepted a contract.
You could have walked away.

You could have disappeared into the darkness. . .
Never to be heard from again.
You could have taken a stand for people like me.
When you know deep down you don’t deserve to be here.
But you didn’t. You accepted things.
You enjoy your free ride.”

The masked figure themselves shaking their head.

“Because of that. . .
You’ve made my decision very easy for me.
All while at the same time Sin City Wrestling signed your death certificate.
With making this a hardcore match between us.
They really didn’t think this through.

And you’ve got no idea what’s waiting for you.
You might think you have a clue. You might think you got me figured out.
Truth is you don’t. No one does.
So with that said everything that’s about to happen.
It’ll be such an adrenaline rush for me.”

For the first time since being seen. Entity’s facial features had changed. That almost pure evil like grin spread across their lips. It spelled nothing but bad news.

“You see under these rules.
I can get away with everything I want to do.
And trust me there’s a lot I want to do.
To teach you a valuable lesson.
Every weapon I get my hands on.

Every time I bash it against your skull.
It’ll be justified.
If I choose to wrap a chair around your throat.
And then slam a baseball bat against it.
It’ll be justified.

If I take a blade to your forehead and slit it open.
It’ll be justified.
If I do to you what I did to J2H.
Put you through a flaming table.
It’ll be justified.

All the pain. All the suffering. All the bloodshed.
It’ll be warranted. You have earned this beating, Justin.
Sure, I’m not a fool. I have seen that deranged look in your eye before.
You thrive in environments like this.
I know for a fact that you’ll fight back.

You’ll fight back with everything you have.
You’ll show off that tough guy image you’ve got.
The one that Mark, Christian, and SCW are so in love with.
Ultimately in the end. It’ll mean nothing.
And you'll be no match for me.”

The demonic-like chuckle that fell from the Entity’s lips. That drove the point home. They believed everything they were saying right now.

That might make them the most dangerous person to ever exist within Sin City Wrestling. The cameras found themselves starting to zoom in for the first time.

“If I’m being honest though Justin. . .
A beating isn’t enough. Bloodshred isn’t enough.
Pain and suffering isn’t enough.
Doing whatever I want to you.
In a stipulation that allows it.
That’s not enough.

It won’t be enough until you don’t exist anymore.
Only when your heart stops pumping.
When that last breath escapes your pathetic lips.
The moment your blood runs cold.
And your soul leaves your body.
That’s when true satisfaction will set in for me.”

Just like that, the arrogance of the Entity displayed. It was flipped off and the pure evil was back. With the glove covered hand.

Entity motioned for the cameras to follow them. As they proceeded to walk away from the podium. Taking a step or two back over to that casket.

“Most people when they pass on.
Someone has something nice to say to them.
Always something in regards to may they rest in peace.
You’ve got no one to say anything nice for you.
No one to leave you with peaceful parting words.

I’m the best thing you got as far as eulogy goes.
And I sure as hell don’t want you to rest in peace.
I hope your soul is tortured in the afterlife.
I pray that your soul is forever burning in eternal damnation.
And I’d get pleasure out of knowing you rot in hell.”

Once the Entity had gotten close to the casket. They stopped for a brief second. Leaning in to make sure their deranged-creepy looking expression consumed the camera.

“Welcome to the end, Justin.”

All of the sudden Entity grabbed the back of the camera man’s head and forced the cameras to peer into the casket. Lying there was a very life-like looking wax figure.

A wax figure of none other than Justin Smith. Entity pushed down harder in order to force the cameras to get an even closer view of that disturbing image.

Moments later the shot found itself fading out.

4

Climax Control Archives / JOKE

« on: March 21, 2024, 03:43:31 PM »

● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

Date: OCTOBER 15TH, 2013 | Camera: OFF
● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

The sun was shining bright.

Bright enough that it was right there in my room. Of course what could he expect though. Considering the hotel I was staying at was right there on the beach.

It had been a fun little journey but today the trip back home would begin. He got himself out of bed and began the routine. The same routine that he had with every single trip involving pro wrestling.

He was showered, dressed, and had his bags packed in less than forty five minutes. Impressive for someone like him. Last thing he did was grab his keys and his wallet off the bedside table.

Stuffing the wallet in his back pocket, gripping his suitcases, and out the door he went. Walking down the hall towards the elevators. He had no sooner than pushed the down button and the doors came open.

It wasn’t unusual for someone to be in the elevator. After all it was a hotel, but the familiar face looking back at him was a backstage hand for the company. Waving in her direction briefly.

“Hey there Rocky.”

“Oh. . .
Just the man I was looking for.”

“Looking for?”

“Yeah, I was just down in the lobby.
A lot of us were heading out.
I ran into Mr. Ward.
He was asking if anyone had seen you.
Then asked if I could come grab you.”

“That doesn’t sound like it’s going to be a pleasant situation.”

“I don’t have any information.
All he did was ask me to grab you because he needed to talk with you.”

“Well, thanks. I’m heading down to the lobby now.
I’ll make sure I seek him out.”

She had walked past him. Heading down the hall of the hotel as he climbed inside. The doors shut and the short ride down to the lobby began.

His mind was clearly focused on what one of the co owners of the company could have to say. What was it they needed to talk about? It was the type of thing to make your nerves go on edge.

With the doors of the elevator opening up. He walked out and found himself looking around the lobby. It didn’t take long for his eyes to lock on to the target.

Matching right on over. He reached out very gently and tapped the shoulder of Mark. It caused the man to turn around and lock eyes with him.

“You wanted to talk to me?”

“I did. Let’s step outside for a moment. It’s a bit of a private matter.”

That wasn’t making the nerves any less on edge for him. Mark went ahead and led the charge out of the lobby. Through the hotel front doors. Stopping once the doors had shut behind them both.

“What’s up Mark?”

“Listen. . .
I want to be a hundred percent transparent with you.
You’ve done some amazing work for us this past year.
Did everything that was ever asked.
Created some great moments.

Helped take this company to new heights.
Myself and Christian will forever be thankful for that.
But after discussing with him about this new contract you’re wanting.
It just doesn’t seem like a good fit for us.
Lots of things just don’t work.”

“Like what?
Do I need to lower the price?
I think we’ve done some great business.
I’m willing to negotiate some things.”

“It isn’t just the price.
It’s a lot really, and if I’m being frank.
Some of the things you’ve done just this past month alone.
It’s been controversial and it’s gotten us a lot of heat as a company.”

“Isn’t that what you want?
More eyes on the product?
Seems like I’m doing a fantastic job if you ask me.
A heel that actually works.
The other night was insane, such a great pay off in the end.”

Mark stood there looking back at him. Based on the facial expression he was giving. It was clear he didn’t share the same mindset as the man before him. Clearing his throat again to speak.

“Like I said, it's just not going to work.
It isn’t a good fit.
Christian and I decided,
it’s best to just let your contract ride out.”

“Wait, what?!”

“Your contract is up next month anyway.
You’ll be paid until then.
But this is where we go our separate ways.
It’s been a pleasure to work with you.”

His eyes got real wide with rage while looking at Mark.

“Go fuck yourself!”

“Alright now.
Listen, I get this isn’t what you were expecting.
But I assure you it isn’t personal.
It’s just business. Maybe in a few months from now.
Year or two. We can revisit this.
See if it's a fit for all parties.”

“Again, go fuck yourself.
This is my livelihood you’re messing with.
I got a young child at home. I got bills to pay.
I got things to take care of.
After all I’ve done, this is how you repay me?!”

“Like I said this isn’t personal.”

“Oh it’s fucking personal alright.
I’m going to make it personal.
You’ll regret this decision. You’ll pay for this.
This entire company will pay for this!”

“I don’t think. . .”

Before Mark could have a chance to finish his statement. The man had walked away from him in a very angered state, To be told they weren’t going to keep him. To be told they didn’t want him.

To be told he wouldn’t be needed after all that he had done. It felt like he was being stabbed in the back with a dull knife. Painful as could be. However it was the feeling of everything being taken from him.

That hurt more than anything. It was out of his hands. There was nothing he could do. Nothing he could say. Nothing that would change anyone’s mind. He was just done and they were moving on.

This couldn’t be the end. It just couldn’t. Somehow someway he had to get even.

● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

Camera: ON
● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

In this instant the shot was opening up. Right away the reveal of the setting was clear. The camera was positioned inside a very old classroom.

More so a class room that looked as if it had been abandoned. One could only assume that the rest of the building looked like.

Tile all over the floor. Old books scattered across desks. The desks themselves looked like they were rusted over. Looking very brittle as well.

Likely they would fall apart as soon as someone took a seat in one. The shot suddenly cut to the left and the primary focus became the old chalkboard.



That word was written on the chalkboard as big as it could be. The fact that it appeared to be written in fresh blood. That didn’t make the setting of this situation any better. Then there was a sudden ‘thwack’ like sound forcing the shot to change views again.

And as soon as it did. The focus locked onto the masked figure known as The Entity. In their hand was a ruler that they had just smacked against a desk. Their soulless looking eyes locked right ahead of them. Knowing they had captured the attention.

“A joke. . .”

Every bit of those two words made the masked figure sound bitter.

“It’s described as something:
That brings amusement or laughter to someone.
It involves some kind of punchline.
It’s meant to be something that everyone gets a kick out.
But do you see me laughing?

Do you see me being amused?
Do you see me getting a kick out of things?
Do you see me having any kind of joy since arriving?!
No! No you do not!
And this has always been the problem with Sin City Wrestling.”

Taking the ruler in their hand. Placing it down on top of the desk before starting to make their way around towards the chalkboard. Their long nails dragging along it just under the word. Entity looking right at it.

“Their lack of respect.
It always shines through.
It shined through many-many years ago when I was here.
And it’s shining through once again.
I don’t even have to reveal who I am for that to happen.
It’s a sin to be this disrespectful.”

Slowly, the mysterious figure turned themselves back around. Once again allowing their soulless gaze to fall upon the camera before them.

“You cannot deny your clear disrespect.
You cannot deny your blatant lack of faith.
It was made clear a few weeks ago when choosing Rodrigo Afonzo
As an opponent. You’re making it clear.
With my second supercard appearance being against the likes of:
Justin Smith. And now you’re making it obvious with HB Carter.

This is exactly why this company is in the dumps.
It’s why you struggle to bring in new fresh faces.
It’s why all big free agents choose to sign elsewhere.
You constantly disrespect, hold back, and ruin real talent.
For what reason? Well, that I will never understand.
But it’s what you do. It’s pathetic.

However, there’s one thing more pathetic than that.
That one thing is how this company constantly views HB Carter.
Go throughout his history and look at how he’s been treated.
Time and time again he’s put in positions he doesn’t deserve to be in.
Whether it’s being given a random title shot. That wasn’t earned.
Or being put in the ring with men that are superior to him in every way.”

There was a little bit of a zoom in from the cameras. Although the facial features of Entity were hidden behind that mask. The simplest look in their eyes said all it needed to. They were filled with rage, disappointment, and shame all at once.

“Ninety nine point nine percent of those situations.
Carter didn’t earn. He didn’t fight hard. He didn’t work his way towards any of it.
Yet, he’s okay with that. He’s okay with being complacent.
He’s okay with not having to do the work. He’s okay with things being handed to him.
He’s okay with being a big part of why this company is failing.
And the reason he’s okay with that is because he knows it’s always going to happen.”

Entity stood there shaking their head from side to side. In a clear statement of sheer disappointment.

“This company has always rewarded complacent people.
It has always rewarded the less than talented. I already made that clear.
But that’s why HB Carter is the way he is. Because it’ll always be a thing.
Now while I can’t blame you for being that way Carter.
Not when you’re always going to be rewarded. There are two things I can blame you for.
The first being. . . Not capitalizing.

How have you not capitalized on every situation handed to you on a silver platter?
You have been with this company since the defunct Sin City Underground brand existed.
But diving into your history. That’s where you peeked Carter.
Holding a championship. . .
That now essentially means nothing with the brand being gone.
But being on the main brand. You’ve got nothing to show for it.

The gym you graduated from means nothing.
The tag team partner you have, she also means nothing.
Your little boyfriend that you goon over every chance you get.
To the point it makes everyone violently sick.
He’s the only one that has clout. Not much clout, but some.
And you leech to that. You act like your relationship with Miles.

It means more than any bit of success.
Newsflash, this is a professional wrestling company.
Not a dating service. That relationship could end tomorrow.
And no one, I truly mean no one would give a damn but you two.
Because it holds no value or significance to the success of this company.
When the hell are you going to wake up?!”

The voice of the masked figure proceeded to raise. Further exposing just how angry they were byu the situation before them. In specific how angry it made them to have to deal with the likes of HB Carter.

“All these title shots you’ve been given.
And don’t have nothing to show for it.
It’s cool to have a ‘viral’ moment or get a ‘match of the year’ nomination.
But it means nothing if you aren’t the victor.
It means nothing if you’re not the one with the championship around your waist..
I mean think about it Carter.

Last year a former Heavyweight Champion had this company in a chokehold.
One loss to his record before facing you.
Dominated the entire company. You got put against him, despite not earning it.
And you defeated him. It might have been the catalyst that kicked things off.
However you still obtained a rare victory against the man.
Yet, you did nothing with it.

The man I targeted from the jump.
The Hall of Famer and certified legend to some: J2H.
Once he handed over the title like the pathetic human being he was.
He named you as one of the eight to compete for the vacated title.
Did you even truly understand what that meant?
Did you understand the magnitude of how big of a moment
That could have been for you?

Because it sure as hell doesn’t seem like it.
Your name was put into that. You were once again given an opportunity.
One that you didn’t deserve, but it was still given to you.
And you did nothing with it. You failed miserably.
You didn’t even make it to the finals.
Once again proving why people SHOULDN’T put the stock behind you that they do!”

Entity stood there with those narrowed eyes on their expression. Looking right into the heart and soul of the camera lens.

“That’s just a few instances Carter.
Your entire career has been a missed opportunity after missed opportunity.
Failure after failure. Falling on your face.
Over and over again. No matter how delusional you may be.
Even you have to see this.
And every bit of it is your fault!”

That aggressive loud tone was heard again. It seemed to echo off those old broken walls. Entity wanting to express that anger. For no other reason than hoping it would sink in, but this wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg

“That’s just the first thing I blame you for.
The second thing, it’s a much-much deeper rooted issue.
More deep than your failures. More deep than getting handed things.
That second thing is how you perceive everything.
It’s all a joke to you. You perceive everything in a light hearted manner.
This business isn’t something you take seriously.

You expose yourself every single week.
Every promo you cut it’s never serious.
Anytime you are in the ring.
You’re all about trying to get a rise out of the crowd.
It’s jokes all week long and nonsense on social media.
You have never carried yourself with a serious mindset.

And it’s infuriating.
Especially when you keep getting these opportunities.
It doesn’t make sense. But I have to ask Carter.
Why do you carry yourself like this?
Why is everything a joke to you?”

A brief pause consumed the Entity.

“I can only assume that because deep down.
You know that you don’t have what it takes.
Deep down inside of you.
You know that you’re never going to be a success.
You know that you’re never going to reach championship glory.
You know that you’re never going to be more than just another face.

You know you’re never going to reach the top of the mountain.
You know you are indeed a complacent individual.
And you’re just fine with that. So everything becomes a joke to you.
Despite you not understanding how disrespectful that is to someone like me.
I lost my legacy here in Sin City Wrestling because of people like you.
People like you meant more than people like me.

And I will never forgive SCW for that.
Just like I’m never going to forgive you for that.
Now this coming Sunday. I have a chance to do something about it.
I have a chance to correct what I see as wrong.
I got the opportunity I need to corner you.
To make you face reality. To make you see what you’ve done to me.
To make you see what you’ve done to my legacy.”

By that point the masked figure had taken it upon themselves to inch towards the camera. Each slow movement. The intense look in their eyes. Getting right up and close into the camera frame. It was all enough to send chills down the viewer’s spine.

“I’m no fool Carter.
Everything I have said at this point.
It’ll go in one ear and out the other.
It will not be taken seriously.
You will not listen to a word I’ve said.

It’ll all be a joke to you.
It’ll be a laughing matter.
It’ll be something for you to brush off.
Like you do everything else.
But what you don’t understand yet.

This situation isn’t like others.
This match isn’t like one you’ve had before.
I’m not like any other person you’ve been in the ring with.
I’ve said it before Carter.
I’m not about wins. I’m not about losses.

It doesn’t matter to me how great the match is or isn’t.
I just want to hurt and even maim the person
I get in the ring with. Causing great bodily harm.
That is what I deem a success.
Changing someone for the rest of their lives.

Whether it be physically or mentally.
That’s what I see as a job well done.
If luck lands in your lap and you do pin me for a win.
In the end, it’ll mean nothing Carter.
And it’ll mean nothing because of the long lasting effect.
I’ll have over your career and more importantly your health.”

There was an evil grin that crossed Entity’s lips.

“From this point forward HB Carter.
You will be remembered for being the joke.
You’ve always been.
And Sin City Wrestling.
You’re welcome for what I’m about to do/

Long live the Entity!”

Those proved to be the parting words of the masked figure. Entity walked right out of the shot of the camera disappearing somewhere into the background.

This allowed the shot to start zooming in on the word Joke there on the chalkboard. That had quite the meaning with the shot then fading out.

● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

Date: DECEMBER 20TH, 2014 | Camera: OFF
● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

Mental health.

In today’s world many people have something wrong with their mental health. Whether it was diagnosed or not. Fact was they were dealing with something.

Only a percentage of them actually willing did something to do something in order to improve it. That’s what facilities like this were for. The thing that no one took into consideration though.

What kind of effect other people’s mental health had on those that were meant to help them.

Dr. Wynn was one of those people dealing with her own mental health being affected by being someone to help others. Made her question many times if this was the job for her.

She found herself just staring out the window in her office. All she could see was the full parking lot outside, but it was enough of a distraction that she didn’t hear the knock on the door frame of her office.

A tall fully bearded man knocked a few more times. Still not getting her attention, so he took a few steps inside and began to speak loudly to address her.

“Dr. Wynn. Earth to Dr. Wynn.”

Finally, it caught the blonde’s attention. She snapped back to reality and drew her attention away from the window. Turning herself around in order to face the man. Her face was a little red from embarrassment.

“Yes, sorry. What can I help you with?”

“I was reading over some of your charts.
How come there is no update on the patient in room four twenty five?
There haven’t been updates on his chart in the last month.”

“What update do you expect me to give?”

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t mean any disrespect to my superior.
But I don't know what kind of update you expect me to give.
He hasn’t said a word in over a year.
He doesn’t acknowledge any of us that come in the room.
In the last few months he’s stopped willingly taking his medication.

We’re resorting to injection by needle.
I know it’s not the best thing or even the right thing.
I haven’t bothered to go to his room in the last month.
It's a waste of time and at this point I think. . .
Our facility is a waste of resources for a patient like him.”

That tall bearded man stood there looking at her. A very slight shake of his head consumed him before his eyes narrowed on her.

“This is my facility.
Only I make decisions like that.
And as far as I’m concerned.
Any person that walks through those doors comes to us for help.
Even if it’s a difficult situation.
It is our duty to help.
Do I make myself clear?”

For a brief moment Dr. Wynn felt about only so tall. She felt like she had truly done something wrong. All while at the same time feeling like there wasn’t much she could do.

“Yes sir.”

“Good, I expect to have an update.
In full detail and on my desk before you go home today.”

Not another word was said. He turned himself around and walked out of the office. For a moment Dr. Wynn just stared at the door he walked out of. Before she yanked a chart off her desk.

Done so in a very frustrated manner. Then finding herself stomping out of her office and began her journey down the hall. Walking past several co-workers. She was in a state of hyper focus.

Her heels clicked against the tile of the floor. Until they finally came to a stop. She was looking at the door with large numbers on it that read: 425 as she took a deep breath.

Taking a step forward she opened the door. Slowly for her safety as she didn’t know what she would be met with on the other side. Once getting the door open her eyes locked on the corner of the room.

Rocking back and forth was the patient. Wearing that mask that they had never been able to get off of him. Her nerves were on edge, but she stepped forward. Announcing herself again for safety purposes.

“It’s me. It’s Doctor Wynn.”

As she had expected. There wasn’t a response. The masked man just kept the same steady pace. Rocking back and forth keeping his gaze on the wall.

“I am not trying to be rude here.
I do not want a situation from a year ago.
But you have been here this long.
No improvements have been made.
You are starting to waste this hospital’s time.
More importantly, you're beginning to waste my time.
Are you ever going to let us help you?!”

Carrying herself this way was going to do her no favors. If anything it was going to get her into more trouble with her superior. But she was desperate now. Something had to be done.

Something had to change. Then before another word could come out of her mouth. The masked man’s rocking stopped. Only to be replaced with a very sinister laugh. One that bounced off those padded walls.

Her eyes narrowed in frustration.

“Is something funny to you?!
All I have ever tried to do.
All anyone has tried to do is help you.
And you want to laugh at me?!”

Her tone showcased just how frustrated she was. The laughing suddenly stopped just as soon as it began. Her eyes got wide when the masked man began to stand up from the corner.

He turned around to face her. Such an evil looking smirk on his face hidden behind the mask. Taking a few steps towards her. Dr. Wynn was frozen in fear. Flashbacks running through her head.

From the last time they were alone like this. It hadn’t gone well, but he didn’t go on the attack. He stopped and just titled his head to the side looking at her.

“How can you help me?
How can any of you help me?”

His tone was so calm and collected, but that made it all the more chilling.

“No one can help me after what they did to me.
They took everything from me. Used me. Used me and used me some more.
Got what they wanted out of me. Then dumped me on the side of the road.
Like a dog, hoping I’d just disappear.
And to make matters worse. . .”

Again, he began to step towards her. Dr. Wynn could feel the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She felt that uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her gut. Still frozen in fear.

That masked man got to the point that he was face to face with her. She started to realize there was no soul in his eyes when they locked on each other’s. That still calming tone consumed him.

“Now that they’ve done that.
They’re erasing everything I’ve did.
They’re making sure I am not in the record books.
They’re seeing to it that my name.
My legacy that its tarnished. It’s gone.
It’s deleted. Vanished.
And I don't what I did to deserve this!”

In some fashion, Dr. Wynn felt in her soul that she was meant to feel for this man. The way he described what he was going through. Yet at the same time she was clueless. She didn’t understand what he meant.

To be more specific she didn’t know who he was talking about. This was the most she had heard from him in the near two years he had been in the facility. Trying to show empathy she finally spoke.

“You said I can’t help you.
You said no one can help.
But maybe, we can after all.
Who are you talking about?

Maybe just maybe we can meet with them.
Get some kind of resolution.
Help you get on the path to healing your mental health.
Help you get closer on why they are doing what you say they’re doing.”

She watched as the masked man titled his head to the head even more. A clear sign of confusion. It was as if her words didn’t register in his head. A very brief and almost sinister chuckle left his lips.

“There is no talking to THEM.
There is going to be no real RESOLUTION.
Those PEOPLE did what they did to me.
Because it made them feel GOOD,
But PAYBACK. . .

Oh the payback is going to be so sweet.
I will one day return for what’s mine.
I’ll go right for their throat.
I’ll rip it out in front of their loved ones.
And watch them bleed out with pure joy.

Then and only then. . .
Will they realize the grave mistake they’ve made.
Then and only then. . .
Will they come to terms with the fact I am an Entity.
Without me, they don’t truly succeed!”

Another wicked sounding laugh escaped his lips. Only for the masked man to turn himself around and head back to the corner. Taking a seat once again.

The blonde doctor hadn’t taken her eyes off him at that moment. Not sure what to make of all of this. She just stood there watching him. Not sure where this was going to go. At a standstill once again.

“Mister. . .”

“I told you never refer to me as who I once was.
From here on out. I am The Entity.
Now get out. I have more plotting to do.”

Of course the message was strong. Considering the time he had assaulted her. The last thing she was going to do was not listen to a strong warning.

Backing herself out of the room without another word being said. Closing the door behind her and leaving the man in that padded cell all to himself once again.

However the thing on her mind was. . . plotting? That was something terrifying to think about.

5

Climax Control Archives / WHO AM I

« on: March 07, 2024, 12:00:44 AM »

● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

Date: NOVEMBER 9TH, 2013 | Camera: OFF
● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

Silence. Complete and utter silence.

That’s what filled this padded room that a man laid in. Yes, he laid there in a padded room. Every wall was padded. There was no window. Just the four walls, the door - that he couldn’t get out of - and the bed he laid in. It had been nearly three weeks that he had been here.

A place that he checked himself into. Not because he wanted help, but because he felt like this was where he belonged. It was a very complicated thought process to explain into words. Every doctor and nurse he had associated with. All tried to help.

They all tried to get him to open up. He shut them all down. Only wanting to be in this room. Secluded from everyone and everything. In his mind and in the pit of his gut. That’s where he felt like he belonged. About that time the sound of a creaking door was heard.

It forced the man to tilt his head towards the door. Not bothering to even sit up on the bed that he was laying in. Entering the room was a woman in an all white lab coat with blonde locks and glasses fitting perfectly on her face. She held a paper bag in one hand and her chart in the other.

“Time to wake up Mister. . .”

“Don’t Dr. Wynn. Just don’t.”

This man was quick to gut her off. Not wanting her to get too far with her statement. A very puzzled look crossed her face while she continued to look over at him.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t call me by my last name.
Don’t call me by my first name.
Don’t refer to me as who I once was.”

“We’ve gone over this before.
I’m not sure what you want me to call you.
If you won’t allow me to address you by your name.
And who you once were? You’re still the same person.”

“STOP PATRONIZING ME!”

His voice instantly raised with such a rage filled tone. At the same exact time finding himself sitting up from the bed. Glaring right through the blonde.

“I’m not doing anything of that nature.
I would never patronize or upset any patient of mine.
At least not intentionally.”

“Patient? How many times do I have to tell you,
I’m not patient of yours. I’m not a patient at all.
I don’t want help. I don’t want help from you or anyone else here.
I just belong here. Locked away. Away from everyone.
It’s not that hard of a concept to understand!”

“With all due respect.
No one comes here that doesn’t want some form of help.
Not a single person would want to spend their time in a mental asylum.
Regardless of what you say and feel as far as you belong here.
There is something wrong with your brain.
That’s telling you this. That’s why I want to help.
It’s why we all want to help Mister. . .”

She found herself stopping before finishing the name. Clearly respecting the boundary that this man had set. At the same time her facial expressions said it all. She was confused and frustrated all the same. She found herself lifting the bag that she had in her hand.

“Well, you’re not willing to talk yet.
I can’t make you, but you had some visitors today.
But you know our policy. If you won’t participate in treatment.
We can’t allow certain perks.”

“Visitors?
I have no connections to the outside world.
Who I once was is dead. He’s buried.
He’s nothing now.”

“I don’t think the woman I talked to
With a pretty decent size wedding ring thinks so.
I don’t think the little boy I saw with her.
That kept asking to see, his daddy thinks so.”

He was looking at her. With such a blank emotion plastered all across him. Her words didn’t seem to register to him. Or it was a matter of he truly didn’t care. She wasn’t sure which one it was. Either way it was heartbreaking

“Do you feel nothing for these people?”

“Like I said. I’ve got no idea who they are.
Who I once was no longer exists.
Therefore anyone in my past no longer exists.”

“That’s a real shame that you feel that way.
Because that little boy I was talking about.
Not only was he talking about wanting to see his daddy.
But he kept saying how his daddy missed halloween.
And he had the perfect costume for him.
Sounds like you missed out on a big event.”

“I didn’t.”

His face remained with that stone cold expression. The blonde doctor finds herself shaking her head in disappointment. Clearly understanding she wasn’t going to make any type of break through with him. Before she started to take a couple of steps towards him.

Once she was close enough. Not wanting to invade his personal space for two reasons. One being her own safety but the other being just for his own boundaries. She found herself extending that bag out and placed it at the end of the bed close to where he was sitting.

“I cannot get you to see or believe what I am telling you.
I’ll stop trying. However he did leave something for you.
Asked to make sure it got you.”

“I don’t want it.”

“It’s not my personal possession. I can’t hold onto it.
It’s yours. You’ll just have to hold onto it for now.
But I’ll be back in a few when it's time for therapy class.”

“No sense in wasting your time.”

“I figured that would be the response.”

Her voice made it sound like she was severely disappointed. That was a sign of someone that truly wanted to help, but he wasn’t going to allow it. Wynn made her way back towards the door she had come in. Taking one last look back at the man on the bed. Only to walk back through the door.

Closing it behind her and just like that. He was alone once again. The silence had filled the room. It was exactly how he liked it. Of course the natural human instinct though was to be curious. For a moment his eyes were locked on the bag sitting on his bed.

Finally, he found himself reaching out and grabbing the bag. Taking his time opening it up. As slow as he could. Almost as if he was scared of what could be in there. With the bag opened he reached inside briefly and pulled out an object.



In his hand was an all black mask. Couple little things were added to it here and there for flair, but it was clear it was a mask that went to some type of costume. His eyes just narrowed looking at the mask in his hand before he suddenly just threw it to the ground. Taking the chance to lay back in his bed to stare at the ceiling above him.

● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

Camera: ON
● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

The shot finds itself opening up to what appeared to be a basement like setting. Very limited lighting. Distant but un-distinct sounds in the background. The air was chilly to the point that the camera man’s breath could be seen on camera.

There was a sudden loud sound, one that sounded much closer. This resulted in the camera man quickly turning to the right. Standing there in the doorway, a very ominous look on their face was the masked figure that became known as Entity.

”This. . .
This is what is given to me?
This is what is presented to me?
This is what is perceived to be a challenge?
This is what the powers that be consider worthy?”

Their words had a hint of dissatisfaction in them. Slamming the door to the doorway they had been standing in. Causing the loud sound to echo throughout the basement for a moment.

”Rodrigo Afonso, Mr. Golden Briefcase.
That is who you’ve put me up against.
The lack of respect for me by the powers that be still stand.
You didn’t respect me many years ago.
And you clearly don’t respect me now.
If you think this is a worthy opponent.

How does this even make sense in your head?
I - the Entity - comes in and immediately targets the supposed best.
I go right after J2H. I flip his world upside down.
I see to it that he’ll never be the same man again.
And the next time I’m set for competition is against this?
Disappointing. You will always be disappointing.”

Their words soaked in a bitter undertone. As they proceeded to shake their head from one side to the other.

”What’s done is done.
I’ll deal with what’s in front of me. Although. . .
I do find it ironic. I said maybe it’s time to focus on the new blood.
To see to it they never succeed. And you fed me Rodrigo.
As disrespectful as it is to be put in a scenario with him.
It’ll be quite fun doing what I deem necessary on Sunday night.”

For the first time since the camera had been placed upon them. A bit of a smile crossed their lips. It was very sinister looking, but a smile nonetheless. Entity was taking a couple steps closer to the camera. Their focus began to shift.

”That brings me to you, Rodrigo.
I don’t need to know a lot about you.
The little bit I do know isn’t impressive.
There’s nothing that tells me I should be worried about our meeting.
I look at you and feel two things.
The first one being comedic relief

It has been a long time since I have felt the need to laugh.
It has been a long time since I found anything genuinely funny.
But looking at your body of work. Looking at who you are.
That’s all I want to do. . .
I want to laugh at how pathetic you are. I want to laugh at how ignorant you are.
I want to laugh at how clueless you’ll end up being.

Like I said, I don’t know a lot about you Rodrigo.
But I know enough to know that you’ll enter this match
Without a clue.
You’ll talk about how this is a great test for you.
You’ll talk about the wrestling aspect.
You’ll talk about what a win will mean for you.
But that’s where you’ll fail because of cluelessness.”

The only light in the otherwise dark basement. Flickered for just a moment. Adding to the overall unsettling feeling about this specific spot.

”This isn’t a wrestling match to me.
This isn’t about being the better competitor to me.
This isn’t about showing how good I am inside the ring.
None of that matters to me. All I care about Rodrigo is. . .
Pain and suffering.
Those are the two things that motivate me.
And sadly you are so dense.

You’re not going to understand that.
It’s not going to register with you. Therefore leading you blindly.
And cluelessly into this match.
Ultimately leading to your demise.
Whether you want to believe me or not.
That is up to you, but the writing is on the wall
And at the end of it all. I’ll be having quite the laugh.”

Entity found themselves just pacing around the room for a moment. Letting his words settle into the mind of his opponent. For this was the only time Rodrigo had a chance to hear what the masked figure had to say. Before it becomes real.

”But as I said Rodrigo
When I look at you, I feel two things.
The second thing I feel when I see you is guilt.
I feel guilt because I know what I have to do.
I feel guilt because I know what is awaiting you.
I feel guilt because your success ends here with me.”

A sudden snap in the masked figure’s head was seen. Their dark eyes locking on the camera before them once again.

”How dare you even think you can be successful here?
After what this company has done to previous ‘superstars’ for years.
They use them. Till there is nothing left.
Only to chew them up and spit them out.
Allowing new blood like you to come along to take their place.
And help erase their legacies.
How fucking dare you be okay with something like that!

But then I sit down and I think about it.
Someone naive and dense like you. I could see why you think it’s okay.
After all they’re handing you things on a silver platter to warp your mind.
To make you think you can be something here.
And to make you believe that you matter here.
Don’t believe me, look at the Golden Briefcase you carry.
That was handed to you. You were hand chosen to win that match,

Just to warp your mind.
Because any other situation with a briefcase like.
With implications of cashing in on any champion, anytime you want.
You would have seen true main event caliber stars competing for it.
Not the likes of Bill Banhart who is SCW’s personal bitch.
Not the likes of Matty Mallow and Justin Smith.
One word to describe them: Who?!

And in any other situation. You yourself Rodrigo wouldn’t have one.
You wouldn’t have even been considered for the match.
After all, you’re nothing special.
Nothing is different or unique about you.
You serve no real purpose to this roster.
But because the powers that be have no real talent anymore.
Because they favor who they favor. Use them until they’re dried up.
Then pitch them. Their stuck with people like you.”

Entity’s words were becoming more heinous. Aiming to insult. Aiming to expose and aiming to cause as much harm as they could.

”That’s why you have that briefcase.
It was a matter of them giving it to you, to keep you around.
Because their options are limited.
But if you cornered the powers that be. If you asked them the important question.
Do they think you got what it takes to cash in?
Do they believe you got what it takes to be a champion?
The real answer from them would be no.

But again, this is a situation where what is done is done.
You’ve got the briefcase. You got your head held high.
You think you’re going to be something.
You believe you’re going to have a long and successful career here.
That simply isn't true.
You’ll never even so much as be able to lift that briefcase above your head again.
After I’m done with you at Climax Control.

I intend to step on every limp and every joint I can.
Hearing you scream in agony.
It’ll bring a genuine smile to my face.
Watching you crawl around the ring.
Begging for me to spare you. That’ll be a personal high for me.
But more than anything. I’m going to take pride. . .
In being the person that makes you spill a good amount of blood.”

Again that sinister smirk crossed Entity’s lips.

Here I am exposing myself to you, Rodrigo.
I am giving you the blueprint to how things are going to go.
But you’re going to do nothing with it.
Instead you’ll have the same mindset as J2H had.
You’ll never have the talent that he has.
Because even despite my hatred for the man.
And had a hand he had in my legacy being erased.

I’m not a simpleton. I know he’s talented.
But you will never come close to that type of talent.
So the closest thing you’ll have is his mindset.
You’ll think this is a joke.
You’ll think I’m a joke. You’ll think I’m just talking to talk.
You’ll downplay everything about me.
Just because you don't know who I am.

As well as because I do things differently.
Much differently than all the others.
I’m motivated by revenge and I seek pain and suffering.
No other superstar in the past has done things like that.
But this is because of what this place has done to me.
This is a product of who I have to be because of the lack of respect.
Now if that’s the mindset you want to have Rodrigo.

You’re free to do that. Who am I to tell you what to do?
But please before you let the mindset become finalized.
Go back and watch My Bloody Valentine.
Watch how desperate J2H became
When he saw that I was just as good as him.
Watch the fear and panic set in with his eyes
The moment he realized how different I was.

Look at the very moment he realized his best shot. . .
Wasn’t good enough to keep me down. He look defeated in every aspect.
And watch the moment that I took all the power from him.
When he had no choice but to come to grips with reality.
And the reality was he didn’t have the control he thought he did.
I changed J2H for the worst. Me of all people.
I did that. And I will do the same to you.

Without a hesitation. Might I add. . .
But again Rodrigo. You’re allowed to think how you want.
You’re allowed to believe what you want.
You’re allowed to say what you want.
That’s the beauty of all of this.
We can all have our opinions.
But reality and facts always win.

Entity appeared to be sending a true warning message. It couldn’t have been any more obvious. Yet, if the masked figure was right. Then his words would fall upon deaf ears regardless. Leaving him to do what he had to do no matter what.

”In the end.
Your body will just be a mutilated vessel.
Fleshy patch of useless flesh going forward.
If people didn’t understand how dangerous I was
With my match against J2H.
Then this will without a doubt be the eye opener they all need.
It’s just a shame for you, that it has to be at your expense.

The guilt I feel. . .
It won’t be enough to stop what I’m going to do.
Because it’s something that needs to be done.
I have to get back at the powers that be.
I have to get back at those that made sure my legacy was tarnished.
I have to even with those that made sure my legacy was erased.
And you don’t deserve to have one!”

Bitterness once again soaked the tone of the masked figure’s words. Entity taking another step towards the camera and the cameraman. Assuming just out of an intimidation factor.

“Sin City Wrestling.
Understand that I - the Entity - is just getting started.
One by one. You will all meet me.
And one by one. You will meet your demise.
That is my promise to you.
In the meantime prepare to say. . .
Farewell to Rodrigo Afonso!”

There was no doubt about it. Entity’s words were chilling and enough to send chills up the spine of anyone. They turned their back to the recording camera and began to walk off into the distance of the basement. All of the sudden that lightbulb began to flicker again.

Like it had a few moments ago. It wasn’t but a second later the lightbulb busted with glass being heard shattering everyone. Leaving the camera man alone in the dark with a lurking Entity around. The shot ending like that and leaving many unanswered questions.

● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

Date: NOVEMBER 14TH, 2013 | Camera: OFF
● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

In the corner of the padded room sat the man. Shirtless and finding himself rocking back and forth. Based on this something seemed off. Something was already off about the man, but this was a telling sign that things were starting to take a turn for the worst.

There was the creaking of that padded door coming open. Taking a couple of steps into the room was the blonde doctor. Wynn took one look over at the man rocking in the corner. Instantly noticing that something was off. This wasn’t how he was acting a couple of days ago.

“Mister. . .
Are you okay?”

She paused for a moment. There was an unsettling feeling in the pit of her gut that told her she wasn’t going to get a response when she first spoke. However there was a part of her that was hoping that there would be a response to put things at ease. No response came though.

“Listen. I know we aren’t always on the same page.
Your views on why you’re here are different from mine.
But you have to answer me here.
In case I need to get you some kind of help.”

There was a slight sound of concern in her voice. It was her job to deal with people that had mental disorders. However it didn’t make it any easier when someone was truly off their rocker. Like all these signs were pointing towards.

By this point she had found the courage in herself to take a couple more steps into the room. Everything in her was telling her that she needed to keep her distance. She didn’t need to approach him, but in her heart. She wanted to help. She needed to know he was okay.

“Don’t make me call you by your name.
I want to keep the boundary you set sir.
But you’re making this extremely difficult for me.
Say something. Say anything.”

Wynn was only a few inches from him. Finding herself stopping right there. The reason for why she stopped was because the man she was talking to stopped rocking back and forth. He was sitting still. Eerily still to be exact. Her heart was thumping so hard. Her anxiety was through the roof.

She found herself then starting to slowly reach out. Her hand was inching closer and closer by the second. Until she reached the man’s shoulder and placed it down gently. The moment she touched him. Suddenly and so violently he grabbed a hold of her.

Wynn screamed but before the scream could echo too far out of the room. He had yanked her over his shoulder. Placing his hand over her mouth to muffle said scream. Wynn’s eyes grew wide realizing that not only was she being muffled but this man was wearing a mask.

The same exact mask that had been given to him days before. His rocking took over once again as he pushed his hand against her mouth a little harder. Making sure she couldn’t scream while making sure she couldn’t go anywhere at the same time.

“They took everything from me.
They took everything from me.
THEY TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!”

The look in his eyes may have been the most scary thing of all. It appeared as if there was no soul in them. The man he was days ago and the man he was now, they were two different human beings. His rocking became more violent. His head started to collide with the padded wall.

“They took everything from me.
They took everything from me.
I must make them pay.
I must make them pay!
I MUST MAKE THEM PAY!”

Those phrases continued to alternative back and forth out of his mouth. He was a very deranged man in this state. At that moment there was hope for Wynn at least. Two very large security guards entered the room and saw what was taking place. Both men spring into action.

“Let her go!”

“You’re going to get tased! Let her go!”

Both of them were pulling at the man’s arms trying to free the doctor. One of them is ready to make promise on his word with a taser in hand. Then without much of a fight the man let go of his grip on Wynn. Allowing both men to pull her to safety. She was visibly shaken up.

As she backed herself up against the wall with fear consuming her. Both men were in the process of forcing the masked man onto his stomach. One of them pulled what appeared to be zipties out from one of their belts as the other tried to hog tie the clearly deranged man.

His soulless expression looked up to the doctor. His phrasing had changed along with a sickening smirk crossing his very lips at the exact same time.

“You’ll never be able to stop me!
You’ll never be able to stop me!
Do you hear me?! Do you hear me?!
Never! Never! Never!”

His words were then replaced with a very uneasy wicked laugh. A laugh that would continue to fall from his lips with both guards picking him up from the ground and starting to carry him out of the room. Wynn could hear his laughing even with him further down the hall.

She clutched her lab coat and kept herself against that padded wall. What she had just witnessed was unlike anything she had seen in her time with this career. The sudden change in this man. His soulless look. The random phrases. All of it was confusing. It’s not something she or anyone saw coming.

Right now he was being dealt with. However the thought in her mind was she’d have to deal with him again. She was going to be tasked with finding out what was wrong, tasked with finding a diagnosis, and tasked with helping him get better. However, how did you help someone get better. . .

When they don’t want to get better?!

6

Supercard Archives / Re: J2H v THE ENTITY

« on: February 16, 2024, 11:42:47 AM »

● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

Camera: ON
● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

“What a shame.”

Those very words were heard loud and clear in such a booming voice. A voice that was becoming heard fairly often amongst the Sin City Wrestling universe. A sharp cut of the cameras revealed where that voice was coming from.

A masked figure sitting there in what appeared to be a rather expensive looking chair. Surrounding the background behind them were pictures of J2H and his family. Framed posters with his face on them from various events for SCW over the years.

Along with all of that was the SCW Heavyweight Championship mounted to the wall. The very championship he recently vacated and the one he held on four separate occasions. The setting of this very scene said a lot with the cameras zeroing in.

“For as long as you can remember.
You leave the comfort of your home.
You leave your young child behind.
You leave your wife behind.
You leave this perfect life you’ve built for yourself behind.
And for what? To continue to chase glory. To continue to chase fame.”

Briefly the masked figure shook their head.

“The same fame. The same glory.
That you claim that you don’t need.
That you claim means nothing to you.
That you claim you could live without.
Because you’ve supposedly done everything there is to do in your words.

But despite your claim. You still leave every week.
You still step into the squared circle.
You continue to be a deadbeat absent father.
You continue to neglect your wife and her needs.
Because your ego and your own needs are more important to you.

And at no point has that ever clicked to you.
For whatever reason the intelligence people claim you have
Lacks in this one department. It’s that or. . .
It’s the fact that you truly just don’t give a damn about them.
So, I have to ask the question, which is it J2H?
Are you not as smart as you and everyone else claims?
Or do you simply not care about your family?!”

Behind the mask the lips of the figure could be seen circling into a bit of a smirk. Almost sinister like before they pushed themselves out of the seat they had been sitting in. Taking a couple of steps around the room at a slow pace.

“Here soon, the question is going to be irrelevant.
No answer will be needed. Because your demise is right around the corner.
And I know, I know. I’ve heard it all the last couple of weeks.
You don’t take anything I say seriously. You don’t see me as a threat.
Nothing I’ve said has sunk in for even a second.
What have you called me on multiple times now?

Video man? Yeah, I believe that’s it. And that's you showing your true colors.
That’s just being who you have been for years.
You mock everyone. You laugh at everyone.
You refuse to see anyone as a threat.
And you refuse to give anyone respect.
Your ego is so damn big that it won’t allow you to see anything with a clear head.

Because of that ego and because of the way you carry yourself.
That is what has led to you having a sizable hand in erasing the legacies of people before you.
You had a big part in making sure the legends that created the road that you traveled down were forgotten.
Matter of fact J2H. I’m going to just say what people have been afraid to say for years.
You have done everything in your power to bury anyone and everyone you’ve had contact with!”

The masked figure had finally stopped their pacing. Their attention was diverted to the SCW Heavyweight Championship that was mounted to the wall. In silence they looked up at the gold plated title.

“From legends to equals to up and comers on the roster to even the bottom of the barrel stars.
You did everything you could to bury them. To make them look less than important.
To make sure they had no credibility.
And that even includes vacating that SCW Heavyweight Championship a few weeks ago.
You did it for your own selfish ways.

Couldn’t stand the idea of someone facing you for it.
Because your ego makes you truly believe you’re better than everyone.
And your ego couldn’t handle even the idea of losing.
So you made sure that couldn’t even be a possibility.
Then to make matters worse with that disgusting ego of yours.

You got to say you hand picked everyone that went on to compete for the vacate championship.
They might have been too ignorant to see it, but that wasn’t a compliment.
That wasn’t a term of endearment. That wasn’t your seal of approval.
That wasn’t you telling them that you believe in them or want them as your successor.
Instead all it was your ego once again shining bright.

And you devaluing them because now you can say that if it wasn't for you.
They wouldn’t have become champion. Something to hold over their head.
Something to constantly remind them of. Something to bring out of your back pocket whenever you want.
Also the same thing you would use as leverage whenever you want to bypass everyone for a title shot later on.
Because that’s just what kind of piece of shit you are and always have been.”

By this time the figure had turned away from facing the championship. From the few holes in that mask showcasing the Here.figures facial features. The scowl and utter disgust expression could be seen.

“Sad part is at the end of the day.
I don’t know if I can blame you for being a selfish prick. . .
Or being someone that is about cutting corners.
After all there was a time and a place in my life where I did the same thing.
However, I do blame you for being a man that has a big and I mean a big hand in my legacy being forgotten.

Long before you were a thing in this company.
I was doing everything you are doing.
I was the one with all eyes on me. I was the one that was turning every opponent away with ease.
I was the one that was a fixture in the main event. I was the standard.
It meant something to be in the ring with me.

Even if I wasn’t always the most loved person between those ropes.
Everyone knew that being in the ring with me meant it would make them better.
I’d turn them into a star. At one point I was even considered to be the face of Sin City Wrestling.
And then in a blink of an eye, I was forgotten about.
It was all taken from me, all because of people like you!”[/b]

The expression stayed the same. Still twisted up and a sheer look of disgust. However the pacing around the room had begun once again. A dead give away that the inner thoughts and the rage was shining through.

“I have held onto that. . .
Each day I let it make me a little angrier.
I let it make me a little more bitter.
I watched it turn into undeniable rage.
I let it help me to form the plan that would lead to your demise.
It was simply just a matter of waiting in the winds.
Waiting for the perfect time to strike. Waiting to fill you with the poisonous venom.

The thought of seeing the look in your eyes when your blood runs cold. . .
And the moment that you realize it’s all over. That’s what I am craving.
That’s what I am living for. That’s what I cannot wait to see take place.
Think about it J2H. I’m already in your head. I’ve been in your head for weeks.
You might not be willing to accept it. You might not be willing to admit it.
But it’s true, it’s true. It’s lingering in the back of your head!”

Once again the pacing had come to a stop. The masked figure standing directly in front of the fireplace there inside the room. The figure proceeded to grip a hold of one of the log pokers and lifted it up. Swinging it around in the air.

“As big as your ego is J2H. As much as it blinds you.
As much as it leads to you burying people
As much as it aids you in legacies being forgotten about.
Looking weak. Looking pathetic.
Looking like you’ve been outmatched.
That scares you more than anything.
It’s the very reason you hesitated in challenging me.

And I know you hesitated.
The moment I showed up and blinded you in front of a venue for the people.
Showing that I can strike at any given moment. It puts you on the defense.
Something you didn’t like. Might have even been something you hated.
But it happened. Although, I give it to you for being a man
And making that challenge. Any other time you'd tucked your tail between your legs.
Congratulations for that, but it won’t change the outcome.

I didn’t crawl myself out of the shadows to come up short.
I didn’t make my way back to Sin City Wrestling just to fail.
I didn’t target you just to be another statistic in your storied career.
Failure is not an option for me.
And seeing as my legacy has been buried.
Seeing as my legacy has been forgotten about.
I know there is nothing that can be done to bring it back.

That’s why I don’t care about how this match goes on Sunday.
Having my hand raised in victory isn’t my concern.
Being named the winner of the match doesn’t motivate me.
It doesn’t fuel me. In fact the match itself means nothing to me J2H.
Way I see it, the only thing that's going to right all the wrongs done to me and my legacy. . .
Is following through with your demise and more importantly than that.
Being the man that single handedly erases your legacy from the history books. All by myself.”

Without a warning the masked figure swung that poker right towards a glass case there in the room. The sound of glass shattering filled the airwaves in an ear piercing manner. Particles of glass went flying all over the room and hitting the floor.

The figure proceeded to draw back the poker but only for a brief second. Swing it forward again and hit the glass case. More specifically hitting the shelves inside the case that had several of J2H’s more infamous awards sitting on them.

Awards went crumbing to the bottom of the glass case thanks to those shelves being broken in half. Again the figure drew back that poker and turned around for a brief moment hurling the metal rod with all their might.

It flew across the room connecting with the SCW Heavyweight Championship that was mounted to the wall. Instantly causing a massive crack across that gold plate. The crack ran right down the middle of the championship and ruined the name plate.

For a moment the masked figure just stood there and looked around the room. Seemingly admiring their handy work. Only for them to slowly turn back around towards the cameras. Letting their dark gaze fall upon them.

“J2H. . .
In your lifetime you’ve made countless mistakes.
It happens, we’re all human at the end of the day.
There is no such thing as a perfect person.
But it’s a shame that the mistake you made by being apart of erasing my legacy
Turned out to be the most costly mistake you’ve ever made.

It’s a shame I have to be the reason your wife never feels your lips on hers again.
It’s a shame I have to be the reason your child never feels your embrace again.
But the one thing I won’t be ashamed of is your crucifixion in front of every single SCW fan.
In front of all your peers. In front of all the backstage personnel.
In front of Mark and Christian. . .
Two men that I deem just as guilty as you are for my legacy being destroyed.
This is something that has to be done. I will be satisfied until it is.”

Following those words, the masked figure took a couple of steps forward. Allowing a close up of their face to be seen.

“Welcome to the end.”

Not another word spoken with the masked figure walking forward. Right out of the frame of the cameras. This led to a slow panning shot of the room that had been destroyed. The glass all over the floor was highlighted.

The broken shelves were revealed in greater detail. A close up shot of the cracked SCW Heavyweight Championship was seen. However the final shot being the Hall of Fame plaque of J2H. Eerily highlighting the demise that had been warned. Before everything faded to black.