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Supercard Roleplays / Re: EDDIE v MILES v LIAM v JUSTIN v AIDEN v BULLDOG v LOGAN - OVERBOARD BATTLE ROYAL
« Last post by Aiden Reynolds on Today at 05:09:44 AM »
Yakuza 1: 家族間の意見の相違 (Family Disagreements)

It was time to suit up.

Aiden stood in his bedroom, slowly sliding the perfectly tailored jacket over the pressed white shirt that he had buttoned up and tucked into a pair of black slacks, with a leather belt clipped at the front. He did the cuff buttons, pulled the jacket around himself, buttoned it at the front, then smoothed it down and took a deep breath, looking into the mirror. He looked good. He knew he looked good. He glanced down at his polished black shoes and lightly tugged the sleeves of his shirt just out from the jacket cuffs.

He looked like one of them now. He didn’t have one of their crests as a pin yet on his lapel, but he felt like one of them. Moving out of the bedroom and into the lounge room and kitchen, he smiled at Kallie. At first, her eyes widened as she took in the sight of her husband in a perfectly tailored black suit. Then she tilted her head and furrowed her brow before taking a deep breath. “Ummmm, what’s the occasion?”

Aiden smiled and shrugged. “I’m gonna go watch Dickie’s back. Gotta make sure he doesn’t get himself killed.”

Kallie frowned. She was clearly upset. Her hands wrapped around a teacup before she took a sip and stood up. A small baby bump was visible under her shirt as she moved around to her husband, grabbed his hands, and shook her head. “Aiden, I really don’t think you should be involved. I don’t think Dickie should be involved—or Finn. This is really stupid and dangerous. But you have a choice. Don’t do this. Don’t hang around those people.”

“Asians?”

“Mobsters, you ding dong!”

Aiden chuckled and leaned down, giving his wife a kiss on the forehead. “Aye, I get it. But I’m not doing anything too crazy, and I’m just there to make sure Dickie doesn’t either. I don’t want to become a member of the Yakuza. I don’t want to get into a life of organized crime. I’m just a fucking professional wrestler.” His voice was soft and sweet. He was trying to be reassuring, to take the tension out of the room. But he could tell that she was still worried.

Kallie swallowed hard and rested her head against Aiden’s chest. She took a deep breath and then took his hand, slowly placing it onto her stomach. Reminding him that he was about to have a second child. Another life he was responsible for. It was a subtle moment. Something that didn’t need to be said between the two. “Just be careful. We need you and love you.”

He nodded slowly. He could hear Dax playing in the next room. He could feel his wife’s warmth and the growing baby bump under his hand.

Knock knock

It broke the moment between them. Frantic knocking. Aiden turned and moved toward the door. The knocking continued as Aiden reached forward, looked through the peephole, and unlocked the bolt. He opened the door, and a smaller Japanese man stepped through. He was dressed in a black suit as well and was panting, taking a few deep breaths as Aiden raised an eyebrow. “You alright, mate?”

Kallie looked concerned. The man, a young foot soldier, breathed heavily. “Aiden-san... we… we need you.”

“What’s up, mate? Is Dickie alright? Has there been a raid on the coffee shop? Did one of our boys get hit? What’s going on?”

The young foot soldier breathed in and out deeply, trying to calm himself down. After a few moments, he looked up at both Kallie and Aiden. “No… but big emergency… we have n—”

“Have no what? Guns? Meds?” Kallie tilted her head to the side, looking at her husband. She was slightly perturbed by the fact that he immediately jumped to guns. But it didn’t stop there, as Aiden didn’t let the young foot soldier speak, instead happily interrupting. “It’s guns, right mate? What do we need? A few Glocks? 9mm? M4? AR-15s?”

“Aiden, what the hell?”

“Udon!”

“I.....-what, mate?”

Aiden blinked a few times, unsure of what he had just heard. Kallie chuckled and shook her head as the foot soldier took a deep breath and repeated himself. “Udon, broth, pickled radish, green onion…”

“Groceries?”

Everyone fell silent. Aiden blinked a few more times, and Kallie looked confused. The foot soldier nodded slowly. “Yes, we need food…” Aiden slowly nodded and took a deep breath.

“Alright… we better go. I know how the boys get when they’re hungry.”

The two left, making their way down the hallway as Kallie smiled. She pulled out her phone, looked at it, then swiped it open and made a phone call. After a few moments, we hear the voice of Dickie Watson on the other end. “Hello?”

Kallie placed her phone on the kitchen bench. “I know what you’re doing. You’re keeping Aiden out of certain jobs to keep him safe, aren’t you?”

“Yes…”

Kallie took a long, deep breath before smiling. “Thank you.”

Multi-Man Overboard

“Mate, what even is this? What am I doing here? Here I am with an opportunity right in front of me to earn a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship, and all I can do is ask why? I’m not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth, but this company and its practice of throwing whatever at the wall until it sticks is starting to destroy everyone’s morale.”

Aiden tuts and rolls his eyes before stretching his neck and clearing his throat.

“I’ll be completely and brutally honest here. I don’t deserve to be in a match with stakes this big. Not at all. I lost a triple threat match to two of the people who are in this thing. So tell me, why am I here? I know why. Because they needed something for all of us to do. Because I’ll be straight with you, Miles doesn’t belong here, Justin Smith doesn’t belong here, Bill Barnhart doesn’t belong here, Logan Hunter does not belong here. In fact, this match should be between Eddie Lyons and Liam Davis.”

“One on one.”

“See, while Liam lost his match against Kevin Carter, the guy put in a ridiculous effort and should be rewarded for it. And Eddie Lyons beat me and Miles. So congrats, Eddie, you beat us only to be put on the exact same level as us in a multi-man match, where the winner gets to face the World Heavyweight Champion. And again, most of us shouldn’t be here. If only there were another annual multi-person match that took place on this cruise ship every single year.”

“Oh wait, there is.”

“The Ultimate X over a pool match. You guys remember that? Sure you do. The females internet championship is being contested in that match this year, and usually there’s a partner match with the men. And it's for the Roulette title Instead of this Overboard Battle Royale, where half of us don’t deserve a World Championship match, we’d be in Ultimate X. But that match isn’t happening this year. I wonder why. It’s almost as if someone who says he doesn’t always get his way… got his way. Like some kind of weird setup where he gets to do whatever the fuck he wants.”

“Oh well… fuck us and fuck this company. I guess we’ll just sit here and change traditions we do every year to please one person. Awesome.”

Aiden scoffs and steps forward, his steely blue eyes on fire.

“But hey, just because I don’t agree with all of us being in this match doesn’t mean I’m not going to try and win it. I’m going to toss Eddie Lyons out. Even though I respect him, and even though he literally just won a triple threat match against me and Miles, he still isn’t the type of person who’s going to be able to win the World Championship. Because he chokes. He is a choke artist. As good as Eddie Lyons believes himself to be, and as great as his family is, he can never break through that glass ceiling above his head. He just keeps smashing his head on it every time he tries to become something better than he is.”

“It’s honestly getting maddening, Eddie. It’s maddening from my standpoint because I like you. I think you are a great professional wrestler, and I have all the respect in the world for your abilities. But you have this fear of failure in you. Almost like you don’t want to take that next step because you’re terrified of it. And that’s honestly what I think it is, you are terrified of success. You’re terrified of being the best because you know the kind of pressure that’s going to come with it. And that’s a problem. It’s a problem because most people step up and want to be the best. And you? You don’t have the balls to do it.”

“Other members of your family have the guts to do what’s needed, but they don’t have the talent. That’s Victoria’s problem. She has the guts to do everything she needs to become a World Champion, but she doesn’t have the skills that you do. If we took your skills and her guts, we’d have someone who would be a multi-time World Champion by now, instead of two failures.”

He rolls his eyes and continues.

“And speaking of failures… hey Miles, how’s it goin’, buddy? Man, this is great, isn’t it? We’re both getting a shot at becoming the number one contender for a World Championship! All we have to do is throw everyone else overboard. Sounds great, right? But here’s the issue, you definitely shouldn’t be in this match. You are screwed if you somehow fluke your way into a win. If Carter wins, then you and Carter have to go head-to-head, and that’s going to be a waste of a match. Neither of you are really going to want to beat the other, and it’s going to be boring. The rest of us are going to have a nice little nap while you’re in the ring, dancing around and doing whatever it is you do.”

“And if J2H beats Carter?”

“Well, shit. I don’t think anyone’s ready for that kind of massacre. Carter is better than you and he’s going to have trouble with a guy like J2H. You? You don’t have what it takes to beat him. Because you let people’s reputations intimidate you to the point where you become a shrinking violet in a world of war. I might not end up being able to beat J2H, but I’ll put on a much better show than you will,  and I’ll do everything I can to beat him, instead of turning into a fucking coward like you will. So I’m gonna toss your arse overboard because you do not deserve this championship match and you don’t deserve this opportunity.”

Aiden spits his words like venom as his hands ball into fists.

“Man, I can talk shit about Eddie and Miles, but at least they somewhat understand what they’re up against. They also do everything they can to destroy the preconceptions that they’re not good enough. But a guy like Justin Smith? This is ridiculous. Justin, I don’t want to be a dick, but I’m going to be. The fact that you’re in this match makes the match mean less. You have no chance of winning. You are nothing on the SCW spectrum. You shouldn’t be involved in any type of championship opportunity,  let alone for the World Championship,  and I despise everything about you and everything you think you are.”

“You are a waste. A complete waste of space. You’re taking up a position on the card let alone in a match like this, and it’s fucking disgusting. You shouldn’t be here. And I’m going to try and throw you out first because you don’t belong in this match. And if I keep seeing you there, it’s going to go from me trying to throw you off the boat to me trying to cave your goddamn head in. Because you stand for everything I hate about this business. You are a waste of time, a waste of space, a waste of a human being — and you shouldn’t even be in this business anymore, you piece of shit.”

“And I wholeheartedly mean that. And I also mean it when I say these things about you, Bill.”

“What else can I say about a guy like you, Bill Barnhart? Week after week, month after month, year after year, you stick around SCW like a bad smell, while never actually accomplishing anything. You, your wife, and your friend Felix are three of the worst human beings and worst professional wrestlers I’ve ever seen in my life. If you trip over something and fluke a win, that’s one win too many. You will never become anything more than that in this business. A fluke. And you and Justin are the types of people we need to run out of this business, instead of letting you come in and waste all of our fucking time.”

He stands up, slamming his fist on the table, clearly angry. Yes, he’s angry. Something you really don’t see.

“Kind of like you, Logan. You little shit-talking lord. I’m going to be very, very honest here. You should not have beaten me. You should not have been the Roulette Champion. And if you hadn’t somehow beaten me, you wouldn’t have been in the position you were in, and that stupid clown wouldn’t be holding the Roulette Championship.”

“By the way, kind of weird how you got an immediate rematch when you didn’t defend the title at all, while I held it for months, defended it, and haven’t had a rematch. I’m sure they’re going to use me being in this match as justification for not giving me one. But we all know the real reason. There’s someone who has a problem with that — and he’s a giant pussy.”

“But hey, that’s fine, right Logan? You get handed stuff. I get shafted. Exactly what I’ve been talking about for the last few weeks. But it seems to be falling on deaf ears. So I’m going to make an example out of you. You don’t deserve this position. You didn’t deserve to be Roulette Champion. All you deserve is to be destroyed on a grand stage so people can see what kind of pathetic piece of trash you are.”

“And of course, I want to finish on a more positive note.”

“Liam Davis…”

“Mate, you almost beat Kevin Carter. You did. I don’t think anyone can disagree with that. You almost beat one of the longest-reigning champions in this company, and you did it by putting the pedal to the metal and going at him. And now, because of that amazing effort, you’re in this Overboard Battle Royale. And I meant what I said. It should come down to you and Eddie. Even though Eddie seems to always fail, you’re an unknown quantity. You could put on a show and go after the World Championship.”

“But here’s the problem. While I can freely admit my path to this match hasn’t been the smoothest, and I don’t fully deserve it — I’m still going to take this opportunity with both hands and do whatever I can to win. Because deep down, I know I can be World Champion. I just need an opportunity. And if I have to get that opportunity by throwing you and everyone else off the ship… then I’m gonna do it.”

“And it is on every single one of you… to stop me.”
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Supercard Roleplays / “About Damn Time!”
« Last post by Cassie Wolfe on July 11, 2025, 10:44:29 PM »
It was a match two months in the making but Cassie was finally set to resolve her issues with Seleana Zdunich at Summer XXXTreme, it started with a random match between Cassie and Mercedes Vargas during the Viking Era Tour which had Seleana as a guest ref as the match was taking place in Seleana’s home country of Sweden, a match that Seleana inadvertently cost Cassie and things escalated from there.

However the annual summer spectacular was also serving as two important milestones for Cassie: not only was it the one year anniversary of her SCW debut but it was her first match as a twenty two year old woman as she was celebrating her birthday the week before! Can Cassie win and close out this chapter of her career?

Cassie’s home, Las Vegas, Nevada
Friday the 11th of July 2025, 09:00am

Oh what a difference four years make!

This is my first Summer XXXTreme as a competing Bombshell, that goes without saying since I signed my contract with SCW right before last year’s show, but I’ve been a part of this since 2022, back when I was an eighteen year old trainee at the PTA Gym.

Never heard of the PTA Gym? There’s a reason, it was originally run by “Prime Time” Matthew Kennedy, a retired British wrestler who was one of the first Roulette Champions back in SCW’s early days and for a time? He served as Krustal’s manager which was how she entered my life, at the time? She was at the peak of her Roulette Title Reign but Matthew was trying to turn her into something she wasn’t.

That also happened to coincide with her latest challenger being Keira Fisher having turned away Char Kwan at that year’s High Stakes, I was naive at the time and didn’t realize that Matthew, despite having a damn wrestling prodigy in his gym, was less interested in my development as a wrestler and more interested in using me as a tool against Krystal, to make a long story short? Matthew found himself forced to sell his gym to Team Hero who rebranded it as Hero Academy, I went on to be the first graduate from the school at nineteen, having celebrated my birthday the day after the 2022  event ended.

The 2023 event passed without much incident but last year’s show? As I said, that was when I signed my SCW Contract, Krystal had taken time off due to injury and was considering not renewing her contract when it came up, they had a void on the roster and well, I saw an opportunity! Has my run been perfect? Not exactly, but I’ve had a hell of a time along the way.

And that brings us to today, because my match will be my first match as a twenty two year old woman! That’s right, it’s my birthday!

”Mom said she’d be here with my presents at 9:00am.” I muttered to myself as I checked the time on my phone, I was going to tweet about it later  ”Meaning she’ll be here any moment now if traffic cooperated with her.”

Moments later there was a knock at the door and I got up to answer, Sandie, my Golden Retriever who had been a Christmas present back in 2022, had of course beaten me to the door and when I answered? My mom was on the other side. “Happy birthday Cassie!” My mom greeted me before we shared a hug and I let her into the house, Sandie followed closely behind us. “My, my, you’ve grown so much!”

”Pretty sure my height peaked at 5ft 3 mom.” I responded as I shook my head and Sandie sat down next to me. ”But yeah, after how crazy the past year has been? I’m glad for the reset, and right before my first year anniversary as an SCW Bombshell.”

“Time flies Cassie, that’s all I can say.” My mom responded before she started getting the presents out, it was a Nintendo Switch 2 with Donkey Kong Bananza, Pokemon Legends: Z-A and some money, normally they’d be wrapped but mom had accidentally spilled the beans on me getting a Switch 2 and games a couple of weeks ago so she cut to the chase. “Your father and I will be in attendance on the cruise too.”

”Yeah, I can’t wait, especially with the belated birthday bash that I’ve arranged with the bosses.” I added with a grin as I checked out the switch, planning to get it set up a bit later. ”Do you know if Krystal will be attending?”

My mom frowned and with good reason, Krystal had become disillusioned with wrestling since leaving SCW last year, she still lived in Vegas with her wife Makayla and their daughters but she hasn’t even attended a wrestling show since then, not even Blaze of Glory when I was in the Elimination Chamber challenging for the World Bombshell Title got her to come out. “I haven’t spoken to Charlotte in some time.” My mom responded as I nodded, Charlotte was Krystal’s birth name but for a multitude of reasons that really fucked up? She legally changed her name to Krystal before she graduated from the Go Gym and only those she was close to called her Charlotte, me and my mom included. “You know hiow she feels about how her SCW career ended.”

”Yeah, I know, I figured I’d ask.” I sighed as ran a hand through my hair. ”She sent me some money earlier and Makayla did drop off some presents but aside from that and a Happy Birthday message over WhatsApp? Not much.”

“We can only hope that she comes around.” My mom nodded sympathetically and I nodded in response. “Now, how about I fix you some breakfast?”

”Sounds great.” I responded before my mom went into my kitchen to start making me breakfast.

Josh’s Gym, Las Vegas, Nevada
Friday the 11th of July 2025, 16:00pm

It’s been a few hours since mom’s visit but as great as my birthday has been? I do need to get my training done.

I know me and Harp use both Josh’s gym and Hero Academy interchangeably but this week? Harper’s in a title match so she’s been getting her reps at the better equipped and funded Hero Academy for most of the week, I focussed on getting my reps done in a more intimate setting and Josh has happy to accommodate me.

We still planned to meet up for a meal out later at one of Las Vegas’s best restaurants to celebrate my birthday but that wasn’t for a few hours yet, until then? We had training to do and while my match wasn’t as important as Harper’s? The training still mattered.

”Hey Josh.” I greeted my manager as I entered the gym and he greeted me warmly. ”Ready to make me work on my birthday?”

“Always.” Josh chuckled and I went into the changing room to get changed out of my day clothes and into my wrestling gear, once I came out of the changing room I wasted little time in getting inside the ring. “How does it feel being twenty two?”

”Same as I felt after I turned twenty one last year, only my age features the same number twice.” I responded with a grin as I started to work out. ”Seriously, I think I answered that question about five times today since I got my presents from Makayla, Krystal and my mom.”

“Yeah, well, just wait until you get to my age.” Josh chuckled as I started running the ropes. “The reservation was confirmed earlier by the way.”

”Good, I can’t wait to splurge on my birthday.” I responded with a grin as I leaned against the ring ropes. ”I’ve had birthday money from both mom and Krystal so it’s not like I’m gonna run short before I get my next SCW Paycheque.”

“That always helps.” Josh nodded in agreement as I continued to work out. “Of course, you’re lucky to still get those paycheques after the comment you made to Seleana that started this whole mess.”

”You’re really gonna bring that shit up on my birthday?!” I protested as I stopped my workout to turn to my manager. ”Yes, it was fucked up of me to accuse a mother of beating her kids without proof but you know the shit I was going through during the Viking Era Tour!”

“Mental health or not, in a regular job that would’ve at least violated five HR Rules.” Joshua responded as he leaned against the apron and I frowned. “Not to mention the legal ramifications.”

”I mean, that incident happened in Denmark and I’m pretty sure neither of us are qualified to speak on Danish law.” I responded as I shook my head and Josh nodded as he realized that I had a point. ”Besides, I’ve spent the past few months on what basically amounts to an apology tour, does that count for nothing?”

“No.” Josh responded as he shook his head and I let out a deep breath. “But reminding you of your mistakes keeps you humble Cass.”

”Just saying, there’s easier ways to keep me humble than reminding me of what’s going to stand out as the sore thumb of my first full year as an SCW Bombshell.” I responded dryly as I folded my arms. ”Not to mention a possible candidate for Holy Shit/WTF Moment of the Year provided it doesn’t get overshadowed in the Year End Awards by everything Logan Hunter has done since his debut.”

“Also very true.” Josh nodded in agreement before shaking his head. “But for now? Get back to your training, you can film your first promo for the match afterwards.”

”Sounds good to me.” I responded before I picked up where I left off.

Josh’s Gym, Las Vegas, Nevada
Friday the 11th of July 2025, 17:15pm

*promo time*

As I got ready to cut my promo for this long overdue match? I had one thing on my mind.

”You know, for a grudge that essentially spawned from one, admittedly fucked up, comment that I made in a completely different time zone a few months ago? It’s taking for fucking ever to get to this point, hasn’t it Seleana?” I asked as I folded my arms. ”Seriously, we were supposed to have this match at Into the Void, got added to the Queen for a Day Match instead, then we had that tag match with Harper and Diamond and finally? After three months of waiting? We’re opening Summer XXXTreme.”

Yep.

”And to think, neither of us really got a concrete answer for why that match up got bumped to annual cruise but here we are!” I stated as I shook my head. ”And honestly? I think it’s about damn time we put this whole incident behind us, they’re billing it as a grudge but is it really? I’ve moved on, you’ve seemed to have moved on, what exactly is the grudge?”

I can think of one thing.

”Oh right, the fact that the bosses used Mercedes’ fluke win over me to give her a shot at Bella and the Bombshell Internet Championship at Into the Void which led to Mercedes winning her first singles title in years, I swear Seleana you’re like the butterfly effect of wrestling!” I commented as I shook my head. ”You do a terrible job of officiating a match and that leads to the poster girl for “washed up past her prime Bombshell” getting a fire lit under her ass and is suddenly having a career renascence! What next?!”

I dread to think.

”Don’t answer that, I don’t think the world would survive someone like Bea Barnhart ending Victoria Lyons’s reign!” I added as I shook my head. ”But in all seriousness? Your bad officiating possibly cost me a Bombshell Internet Title Match and now Mercedes is parading that thing around like her shit don’t stink! Will I set my sights on her after I beat you Seleana? Maybe, I don’t make a habit of airing my plans out during promos unless they involve the match, speaking off?”

It's that simple.

”Summer XXXTreme will be my first year anniversary of signing my first contract with SCW and this match will be my first as a twenty two year old, yeah, today’s my birthday and I’m celebrating by planning out how I’m going to kick your ass!” I added s I flipped some hair over my shoulder. ”Wrestling is weird like that, huh Seleana? I mean the comments I made that started this mess would’ve gotten me a lot worse than a broken nose in any other setting but here we are!”

And with that I decided to wrap things up.

”And here I am, ready to throw down with you on the cruise Seleana! And once I beat you? Maybe, just maybe, we can put this shit to rest.” I added as I folded my arms. ”Because god knows I don’t want this shit spread out to Violent Conduct! To all my fans? In a world of fake queens and long overdue grudge matches? Be yourselves and be a Rebel Princess! And to you Seleana? Get ready because I’m hungry like the wolfe!”

I turned off my camera as the scene fades.
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Supercard Roleplays / “ 𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗗𝗘𝗡 ”
« Last post by Jayden on July 11, 2025, 10:12:14 PM »

FLASHBACK -- September 8th, 2015

Slowly the car was coming to a stop there in the driveway. Jayden sat there looking miserable and cranky. A trademark for the teenager. Yet today there was a bit of a reason for it. That reason went along with the ice-pack that he held against his cheek. The bloody tissue paper hanging out his nose and the slight bruise that was starting to form over his eye. As soon as the car came to a complete stop. Carmen looked up into the rearview mirror at her son.

CARMEN: You know we’re going to have to talk to your father about this.

JAYDEN: No.

CARMEN: Yes, we do. He’s going to question why you are home on a school day in the middle of the day.

JAYDEN: Then you tell him!

CARMEN: I understand you are frustrated right now. Lots happened today. Your body hurts. Your ego and pride hurts. I know, baby. I really do, but this isn’t a conversation I can really have for you. It’s a conversation you need to have with him. It’s only going to make you feel better in the end.

JAYDEN: How is it going to make me feel better? How is telling him that I got beat up and that I lost a fight is going to make me feel better?!

CARMEN: I don’t know for certain, but these are the types of talks father and son have to have. Just trust me on this one will you?

JAYDEN: No, I am not trusting you on this. No, I am not talking to him. I just want to go to my room!

He sat there glaring back up at his mother in the front seat. Her expression changed right away. Her arms folded across her chest. Instantly making the teenager regret his choice of words.

CARMEN: Jayden David! ¡No me hagas repetirlo!

JAYDEN: Fiiiiine!

His Spanish was far more advanced than his peers at school. Thanks to his step mother constantly speaking it around him. He understood enough of it to know she wasn’t playing any games with him. In a frustrated state he opened the back door and stepped up. Keeping the ice-pack against his cheek. Yanking his backpack out with him and then slamming the door shut. Everything about him ooze his father’s attitude. Something Carmen had to be telling herself as she followed him inside.

Jayden already knew where his father was on a day off from the road. Out in the gym. He carried himself through the living room. To a set up of steps that lead to the basement. Gripping the hand rail as he began to walk down those steps. Very reluctantly, if it wasn’t for the fear of God that Carmen had put into him with how she and his father both handled discipline. Along with her being right behind him. Jayden wouldn’t have been walking down the steps. Soon enough though he hit the bottom of them.

Sure enough there stood his father. The wrestling icon and legend in the making. Lying under the bench press. Lifting weight that Jayden couldn’t even phantom trying to do himself. And he was turning into an athlete at his age already. The heavy metal music that was blaring throughout the gym came to a stop. Thanks to Carmen’s hand. It led to Michael slamming the bar back down in place and sitting up. Turning around to see his wife and his son.

MICHAEL: What is going on?

CARMEN: We need to have a conversation, please.

MICHAEL: What the hell happened to him? Why is his nose bloody and his face swollen?!

CARMEN: That’s what we need to talk about. Go on Jayden. Explain to your father what happened.

Talk about feeling pressure and a slight intimidation factor. Not that his father aimed to be intimidating to him or any of his siblings. It was just his presence. It was how he carried himself. He was rough around the edges. Expected them all to tow a line. Jayden slowly lowered the ice-pack away from his face. His cheek really had swelled up. That bruise was able to be seen more clearly. His father grew a bit frustrated with the sight and the fact nothing was coming from his son.

MICHAEL: I’m waiting, son!

JAYDEN: I got in a fight at school today.

MICHAEL: Got into a flight? Because everything I am seeing right now looks like it was one sided and you got your ass beat. What was the fight over?

JAYDEN: There was this girl. I was thinking about asking to go to the school dance next weekend. Some other kid didn’t like it and got in my face.

MICHAEL: Did a whole hell of a lot more than get in your face. You better start spilling all the details Jayden!

JAYDEN: He said he already asked her or something. I said so? Then he punched me... he punched me a few times.

MICHAEL: And did you punch him back?

JAYDEN: No.

MICHAEL: Did you do anything at all?

JAYDEN: No, it all happened so fast. Before I knew it I was on the ground and he was kicking me in the head. That’s where he busted my nose.

MICHAEL: Jesus Christ, Jayden.

His father’s frustration boiled over. This is exactly why Jayden didn’t want to have this talk. He already knew in the back of his head how this was going to turn out. Jayden just knew his father was going to be irritated and more importantly knew he would be disappointed. The teenager watched his father stand up from where he was sitting on the bench press.

MICHAEL: Why didn’t you do anything back?

JAYDEN: I didn’t want to get in any kind of trouble.

MICHAEL: Lord. Where did I go wrong? Where did I go wrong? I didn’t know I was raising my oldest son to be such a fucking pussy.

CARMEN: Michael!

MICHAEL: Carmen. Please stay out of this right now. Let me handle my son.

CARMEN: Our son! Importantly my precious baby boy.

MICHAEL: See. That’s it right there. You’re part of the prob---

CARMEN: I’d watch what you’re about to say right now!

A nasty glare overcame the woman. Her Spanish attitude really taking over as she folded her arms across her chest. Michael’s silence consumed him for the time being.

CARMEN: That’s what I thought. Don’t you think about ever disrespecting me or our son like that ever again. The boy already feels bad enough about what happened. You don’t need to make him feel any worse about the situation. And if you call him out his name again. You’re not going to like the heap I leave you lying in!

Between the two of them there was a very intense glare. They did share similar disciplinary outlooks, but there were times. He took things too far. Just like there were times where she had a soft spot for Jayden. This was one of those times for the both of them. All the tension was high. Making the teengager feel like he had to say something to try and ease it.

JAYDEN: Dad. I’m sorry.

His son’s words brought Michael’s attention back over to the young man.

JAYDEN: I should have done something. You’re right. I just didn’t know what to do.

MICHAEL: That’s not good Jayden. That’s not good at all.

JAYDEN: I know...

MICHAEL: Do you? Do you really know? Because at thirteen years old. I thought I have taught you enough to let you know it’s alright to defend yourself. I thought I have taught you enough that in a situation like this coming up. You would know what to do and how to defend yourself. I thought that I had taught you how cruel the world is. People are going to push you around. People are going to bully you. If they can, they’re going to chew you up, and spit you out with no remorse.

JAYDEN: You have dad. You have. I know the world is cruel. I know people are hateful. It just caught me off guard. I didn’t see it coming.

MICHAEL: And that’s how it is always going to be. You’re never going to see something like this coming. Bullies thrive off the insecurities of others. They’re always going to want to have that upperhand when it comes to the element of surprise. Clearly, I am at fault here. I didn’t make sure you were prepared. I didn’t make sure you were ready for a situation like this. I have to do better.

The pit of Jayden’s gut was turning. It was making him feel sick to his stomach. The hint of disappointment in his father’s voice made him feel the worst. Hearing his father blame him over something that was technically his own fault. It made the teenager regret everything that had taken place today. Yet he didn’t get a chance to dwell on it long. His father spoke up and commanded his attention once again.

MICHAEL: I am going to make sure something like this never happens again. Go upstairs and get yourself cleaned up. Make it quick. To meet me back down here.

CARMEN: Woah. Let’s calm down for a second. Not get ourselves all worked up over the situation. It was a small fight. He knows now it’s okay to defend himself.

MICHAEL: It’s one thing to know it’s okay to defend yourself. It’s another situation to know how to defend yourself. I am going to make sure he knows how. This will never be a thing.

JAYDEN: I’ll just avoid conflict next time.

MICHAEL: No. You’re not a coward. You are going to learn how to fight. One way or another. Don’t care what hoops I gotta jump through or what classes I have to sign you up for.

JAYDEN: Dad...

MICHAEL: I said go get yourself cleaned up. I won’t repeat myself again!

His voice was stern. Jayden knew right then and there he meant business. The teenager turned himself around to make his way out of the gym. As he could hear his father and mother starting to go back and forth over the way his father was choosing to go about things. Up the stairs Jayden went. He was concerned. He was nervous. And there was even a little bit of fear mixed in as well. He didn’t know what his father had planned. Yet it sounded like he was going to have no other option when it came to finding out.


PRESENT DAY -- July 11th, 2025

It was often that Jayden found himself in Chicago these days. Home was in New Orleans, but today he was in the city to handle some business. A day that was going to require him to be very busy. Yet with being an athlete. He had to find time to squeeze in a work out. Especially with that fight with Vincent coming up. At that moment Jayden was pulling the doors open to a gym that he hadn’t been to in a long time. Wasn’t just your usual gym though. It was a gym dedicated to mixed martial arts.

All types of classes were taught inside this gym. From boxing to jiu jitsu. Lots of his teenage years were spent in some of those classes. Helping build himself as a man and as a fighter. Jayden walked through the gym until he found a small corner where the speed bag was. Taking the backpack off his shoulder and tossing it down against the wall. Reaching into the bag for a brief moment to pull out some tape. Wrapping up his fists rather quickly. Nothing professional, just enough to protect them a bit.

“ Let’s see if I can still do this. ”

As he spoke out loud to himself. Jayden tossed the tape down on top of his bag and found himself turning towards the speed bag. Starting with a left jab against it. Causing it to swing back some. Jayden brought his right fist forward for another quick jab against it. In some aspects this type of training was like riding a bicycle. It came back to you once you got back into the swing of things. He had the fundamentals down, but it was clear he was not as quick as he once was. Not as clean and as focused as he once was. Suddenly he heard a voice from behind him.

“ I believe I taught you better than that, junior. ”

Jayden’s fists came to a stop. Turning his head around to see an older man starting to approach him. He couldn’t have been that much older than his father. The expression on the man’s face clicked in his brain. Jayden instantly felt like he knew who this man was.

JAYDEN: Lue? Is that you?

His eyebrow arched up a little more. That older man finally approached him. Extending his hand in Jayden’s direction. He gladly accepted it.

LUE: Who else do you think it would be, kid?

JAYDEN: It’s been a long time! Last I heard you didn’t work here anymore.

LUE: I don’t. My days of training are well behind me, but my grandson has taken an interest in karate. Took him to the best place in the city to learn from. Years and years here. Everyone knows what they’re doing. Well, almost everyone.

JAYDEN: I imagine a lot has changed. Even if it was only seven or eight years ago you were in here training me.

LUE: Training that clearly went in one ear and out the other.

The older man found himself shaking his head a little bit.

LUE: I know I taught you better than that. You don’t start cold and go right into hitting the bag. You need to get yourself warmed up first. Lots and lots of stretching. Making sure all those muscles are ready for what you are about to put them through. Then your cardio. Jogging. Jump Rope. All of those things and then you make your way over to the bag.

JAYDEN: Trust me Lue. I haven’t forgotten a lot of those fundamentals you taught me when I was young. It’s just one of those things. I am a little pressed for time. Cutting a couple corners today just to make sure I get some type of workout in.

LUE: Ahhh! And what did I tell you back then? Hmmm? About cutting corners.

JAYDEN: That there are no shortcuts to becoming a great fighter. No one cuts corners and ends up being talked about as an all time great.

LUE: Exactly! You are not a lazy man Jayden. You and I both know that cutting corners is one hundred percent going to make you lazy. All those years you had all this potential. I don’t want to see you wasting it now that you're older.

For a moment Jayden just looked at that older man. He had respect because of everything that was taught to him. Yet some of these old heads just didn’t know where to back off. That was the frustrating part for the Brat. Despite feeling that frustration. Jayden kept himself in check.

LUE: What did you end up making of yourself anyway? All those years ago when your father signed you up for some of those classes. He sounded very convinced this was going to help you find some kind of killer instinct buried inside you. Ever find it?

JAYDEN: I don’t really remember everything from back then, but I didn’t go on to be a boxer or anything like that. I do use what you taught me as a way to train, spar, and once in a blue moon. I introduce it into my arsenal of moves with my wrestling career.

LUE: Like the fake shit your old man did?

JAYDEN: Hey, hey. Let’s watch that shit. My father made a living for my entire family off of it. And now I am doing the same for my own family.

LUE: I am sorry Jayden. I am. It’s just something that I do not understand. Didn’t get it then. Don’t get it now, but if it pays the bills. I’ve got no business in judging.

Holding his hands up in the air for a moment. Showing his ability to be as non judgemental as possible. Although he should count his lucky stars he called wrestling ‘fake’ to the right person. There were a lot of people that still didn’t take kindly to that comment.

JAYDEN: But, all of that training is going to pay off in a few weeks. Next match I have isn’t classified as a match. It’s being classified as a fight. Every submission hold I was ever taught is legal. My fists are legal. Takedowns are legal. It’s going to be fun to finally test myself in a setting like that.

LUE: Interesting. Sounds like a shoot fight. Any styles involved. This person you’re facing? Do they have any kind of background? Anything that you should be taking into consideration?

JAYDEN: Any legitimate flight background? No, I don’t think so. For someone that talks as much shit as he does. Hides behind his sister and is only puffing out his chest when he sneak attacks someone. I’d say that I am most likely right. Only background he has is being a pussy.

LUE: You can’t call yourself a man if you’re willing to hide behind a female or if you’re willing to constantly hit another man from behind.

JAYDEN: My point exactly.

LUE: But if this is what you are saying it is. If this is truly about a fight. That has nothing to do with being labeled a man. He very well could be dangerous in hand to hand combat.

For that brief second it made Jayden think and take something into consideration that he hadn’t done prior to this moment.

LUE: You’re an adult now Jayden. I am not your trainer. You’ve got no reason to listen to me after all this years. I will however say. The fight game has changed. It has changed a lot. Lot more cowards have entered the fight game. They are known for suckering people in. Something that you might need to keep stored up top. Don’t let him have a mental edge over you.

The older man reached out and proceeded to give Jayden a small pat on his shoulder.

LUE: It was nice catching up with you, junior. Wish you the best of luck out there.

JAYDEN: Thanks Lue. Thanks a lot.

He stood there watching the older man walk away. Within a few seconds of the man disappearing out of eyesview. Jayden instantly turned towards the very bag he had brought into the gym. Unzipping it wide enough to pull out his set of jump ropes. Holding the ends out with both hands as he took them behind them and stepped forward. Speaking out loud to himself once again.

“ You’re not going to catch me lacking, Vincent! ”

Following his words Jayden swung the jump rope ahead of him and found himself starting to leap over it. Within seconds he found himself in a very fast pace setting. Swinging the rope quickly and clearing it with every jump. Practically bouncing off the tips of his toes with each jump he made. Until this moment Jayden just thought Vincent was blowing smoke. Simply thought the man was biting off more than he could chew. Then reality hit. The name of the game had changed in a big way. This wasn’t a wrestling match. This was a fight. A legitimate fight. He had to be at his best, because if he lost in a setting like this. He would never be able to live it down!


With the scene opening up. The back of Jayden’s head could be seen as he was sprinting towards a gate that was clearly designed to keep people out. He leaped onto the gate and then used his hands to pull himself up to the top of it. Swinging his legs right over it and then dropping down. A thud could be heard before the cameras could get close enough to where he had leaped. Seeing him standing there on the dirt floor. From behind the cameras a voice could be heard.

“ Jayden! This is not smart. This is not smart at all. Get the hell out of there! ”

Those words were falling on deaf ears. Jayden shook his head a brief moment before looking back at the camera and the cameraman.

“ Keep it rolling. Whatever happens, just keep it rolling. ”

He turned himself around and started to walk further across that dirt ground. The cameraman zoomed in a little bit. Revealing that Jayden was face to face with what looked like a man built cave. From inside that cave a very fierce roar could be heard. Almost as soon as that roar was heard. Slowly and menacingly a pack of lions could be seen coming out from the depths of it. Their eyes locked on the man threatening their habitat. Jayden remained still and calm. As the camera's audio picked up on what he was saying.

“ Stepping into the Lions Den. That is a phrase that has been heard for years. It’s meant to describe how dangerous a situation can be. And how fitting it is, because there is nothing more dangerous than stepping into a Lion’s Den. It is their home. It is their habitat. It is where they are meant to feel safe and security. It is where they are meant to feel the most at peace. Anything and anyone that enters it. Deserves exactly what’s coming to them. They knew the risks! ”

Although his voice was in a calm manner. Not too excited. Not angry or anything like that. The fact that his presence was even in the den and then he made noise. That was a mistake. That pack started to further adventure outside of the den. The alpha male sat directly in front of Jayden just a few feet away. Snarling at him. All while the other four lions decided to venture out around him. Slowly starting to circle around him. He remained calm still.

“ Vincent. It wasn’t that long ago I decided to give you all the ability in the world to call the shots. I told you. You could name the match. You could name the stipulations. You could choose whatever environment we found ourselves in. all because you wanted a fight with me. And now I can admit that maybe. Just maybe I was a little over confident. Maybe just maybe I was a little cocky. Because you’ve made the choice. It’s you and I at Summer XXXtreme. No ropes. No wrestling. No fancy moves. It’s all about throwings hands, being skilled enough to take down an opponent, and using whatever submission game you might have in your arsenal.

You have undoubtedly made sure that the winner is truly going to be just that. As there is no other way to win unless it’s by a vicious Knockout. You choke the life out of your opponent to the point they either tap out or pass out. Or if somehow we are both just such strong individuals we take the best shot the other has. That the referee has to step in to make a decision on who the winner shall be. Very smart of you. Something I didn’t exactly expect when you said this was going to be a fight. Yet that’s not the most dangerous part. No, you took it a step further. By making this a Lyons Den fight. Something that gives you the advantage. As the ropeless ring will be surrounded by men just waiting to bounce on us. ”

About that time one of those female lions moved in a little closer. For no other reason than to get a sniff of the intruder in their den. Staying perfectly still knowing what would become of him. If he had any sudden movements. Or even made a second. Waiting for that lion to back herself off. As soon as she did, he felt comfortable enough to speak.

“ Or should I actually say. Those men are going to be waiting to bounce on me. After all, I gave you free reign. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least bit. If you have hand chosen every one of those lumberjacks. Might be members of your family. Might be men that hate me just as much if not more than you hate me. No matter what the situation is. You have made sure that the cards are in your favor. You have made sure that I am at a disadvantage. You have made sure that I am going to be walking into the most dangerous situation I have ever been in before. As much as I don’t like you. I do have to tip my hat to you. Because like I said before. When this was all said up. I didn’t think you had two brain cells to rub together. Not well enough that would allow you to create an outcome like that.

Now while I do give you props for making sure that my back was going to be against the wall in the most dangerous setting of all. That still doesn't change one thing. It does not change what kind of fighter I intend to be or what kind of fighter that I know that I am. You see Vincent. When I was about thirteen years old. I found out what it was like to be in a fight. This kid beat the hell out of me. Left me with a black eye. Busted my nose wide open. I bled all over the place. He made sure my face swelled up by kicking me in it when I hit the floor. Worst of all, I didn't know how to defend myself. I took that asskicking and then when I got home. My father was very disappointed in me. To the point I felt like I let him down in a way he would never forgive me for. But he made it right.

He made it right by forcing me into taking boxing classes. He forced me into taking kickboxing classes. He forced me into taking jiu jitsu classes. I was already playing basketball and football. Well on my way to being an athlete. Then he made sure I became a fighter. I can admit at first, it wasn’t a passion of mine. It wasn’t something I wanted to do. In fact I didn’t ever want to fight after that situation. Intended to avoid all conflict going forward, but I am thankful my father put me in those classes. Because not only did it teach me how to fight. It taught me self discipline which is something I desperately needed as a young teenager. I have come a long way in ten years. This is why I questioned if you truly wanted a fight with me. My hands are registered. My arenal is lethal. I’m a legitimate fighter. Are you?! ”

His eyebrow arched in a questioning manner. Yet he was very quickly forced to to come to grips with the reality before him. That very moment that alpha lion let out a roar. It seemed like it was a signal. Those other four lions. Stopped in their tracks. Sitting down and glaring at Jayden with that same hungry frightening glare in their eyes as the Alpha Lion.

“ But I guess when you are making me walk straight into the Lyons Den to face you. It doesn’t really matter if you can really fight or not. You got all you need with the danger being on your side. With having every upper hand going into this match. Yet, there is one thing that you are so blindly forgetting. Having this upperhand. Having this dangerous aspect of things. Forcing me to face you in the heart of your Lyons Den. It only has the appeal that it does and gives you the leverage you desire.

If I am willing to fear you. If I show you fear. If I show you how scared I am. If you see a state of panic in my eyes. Then you win. You are going to come out on top with this fight. You are going to get to tell all of Sin City Wrestling. You are the King of the Jungle. Something you have craved since you walked in this place.. but sadly for you. That is not the case Vincent. I am not scared of you. There is no reason for me to show any kind of panic. You are simply not a man worth fearing. Never have been. Never will be. ”

Jayden watched as the Alpha Lion stood up out of his sitting position. Turning his back to him and starting to walk back inside that den. Within seconds the rest of the pride started to follow behind them. Waiting until they had disappeared. Jayden made a dash towards that french. Clearing it in a single bound. Landing right on his feet in front of those cameras. A smirk spread from ear to ear. That risk had paid off. Further proving the point he was making.

“ Vincent. You have been able to prey on the fear of others. It has allowed you to create this belief that you are invincible and that you are able to rule with an iron-fist. Yet, you are about to learn a very harsh lesson. One that involves you understanding. You are not the King of the Jungle. One that has you understanding. You are not the fighter you claim to be. And one that has you understanding.. you will not be able to defeat me. Your Lyons Den is about to become my Kingdom! ”
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Supercard Roleplays / Re: MERCEDES VARGAS (c) v BELLA MADISON v LILITH LOCKE - INTERNET TITLE - ULTIMATE X
« Last post by LilithLocke on July 11, 2025, 09:58:56 PM »
The Morning After Climax Control
Featuring: Kevin Carter

The morning air was crisp, filtering in through the slightly cracked window of the small downtown coffee shop Lilith and Kevin had unofficially claimed as their spot. A few regulars milled about, the soft hum of indie rock playing in the background, blending with the gentle hiss of the espresso machine. Outside, the sun barely broke through the gray clouds, casting a pale light over the sidewalk. Lilith sat near the window, idly stirring her iced lavender latte with her straw. She wore dark sunglasses, despite being indoors, her hood pulled up over freshly washed hair. She hadn’t said much since they sat down. Kevin, across from her with his usual black coffee and blueberry muffin, leaned back in the chair with arms crossed, his jaw visibly tense. He hadn’t touched his drink yet.

“So…” he finally said, his voice low but edged, “you gonna tell me what that was last night?”

Lilith didn’t look up. “You’re gonna have to be more specific.”

Kevin scoffed, shaking his head. [color=green#67BF61]“Don’t do that. Don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly what I’m talking about Lilith. Bella. The handshake. The fake little smile. You acting like it didn’t take everything in you to not roll your eyes the whole time.”[/color] He grumbled. “That face like bullshit.”

Lilith sighed, leaning back in her chair and finally removing her sunglasses. Her eyes were tired but defiant. “It wasn’t fake. And I wasn’t acting.”

Kevin blinked. “Wait—what?”

“I shook her hand because she earned it,” she said, meeting his gaze. “I went to war with her out there, Kevin. She pushed me harder than I thought she could. And when it was over… I don’t know. It felt right.”

Kevin leaned in now, voice sharper. “Since when do you do what feels right? You’ve spent your whole career tearing people down and making sure no one forgets that you don’t give a damn about anyone but yourself. That’s the Lilith I know. That’s what the fans expect from you Lilith. The Unhinged and crazy one.”

She didn’t flinch. “Maybe I’m tired of being who everyone expects. Maybe I’m tired of being overlooked. SHE didn’t overlook me.”

Silence fell between them for a moment, broken only by the clang of a spoon hitting ceramic from a nearby table. Kevin stared at her, his brow furrowed in something between concern and confusion.

“Is this about trying to be liked now?” he asked, his tone softer. “Because… I get it if it is. But that’s not how you survive in this business. You start showing respect, shaking hands, playing the honorable vet—you lose your edge. That’s how people start seeing you as soft.”

Lilith let out a dry laugh. “You think shaking her hand made me soft?”

“I think it looked like the beginning of you going soft,” he said. “And yeah, it worries me. Because that’s not you.”

She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. “No. What worries you is that I’m making decisions without you. That I didn’t ask you what to do or how to act or whether I should show Bella a shred of respect after we nearly killed each other out there.”

Kevin recoiled slightly. “That’s not what this is about.”

“Isn’t it?” she challenged. “You’re always talking about loyalty, about keeping our image strong, but the truth is… I’m not your image. I’m mine. And if I decide to show someone a little respect—just once—it doesn’t make me weak. It makes me layered. Complicated. Real.”

Kevin looked away for a moment, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “You’ve never cared about being real before.”

“Maybe I’m allowed to change,” she said quietly. “Maybe I’m growing. You should try it sometime.”

The silence that followed was heavier than before, but it wasn’t hostile. It was thoughtful. Kevin’s hand slowly reached for his coffee, fingers drumming against the side of the cup.

“You still don’t like her, right?” he asked, eyes narrowing slightly.

Lilith smirked. “Not even a little. It’s just respect.”

Kevin cracked a smile. “Okay. I can live with that.”

She leaned back again, sipping her latte. “Good. Because next time I see her? That handshake is off the table. I was agreeing with her about Mercedes. It doesn’t change the fact that I plan on walking out with the gold at Summer XXXtreme.”

Kevin lifted his cup in a mock toast. “Now that’s the Lilith I know.”

Lilith raised her brow. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just keeping you guessing.”


That belt is mine

The air was still, heavy with silence, save for the soft creak of an old wooden chair beneath her. Lilith sat alone, hunched forward slightly, forearms resting on her thighs, long hair curtaining her face like a veil. The light above flickered once, but she didn’t react. There was no camera crew, no director barking orders, no arena noise to drown her out—just her voice, low and coiled with purpose, ready to strike.

“You ever notice how people talk about pressure like it’s some tragic affliction?” she muttered, mostly to herself, but with just enough edge to suggest she wanted to be heard. “Like it’s some weight that’s gonna crush them if they don’t cry loud enough for sympathy.” Her lip curled, eyes narrowing as she leaned back against the wall, staring at the empty space in front of her as if someone was standing there, listening. “People forget pressure makes diamonds. And bombs.”

A beat passed, long enough for her to pull a cigarette from her jacket pocket. She didn’t light it. Just rolled it between her fingers as if that alone grounded her. “I’m both.”

She sat like that for a while, letting the words hang in the air. Then she exhaled a humorless chuckle. “I’ve been quiet lately. Not gone. Not dead. Just... waiting. Letting everyone else scream into the void, hoping someone notices them before the lights go out. And now?” She glanced sideways, almost smiling. Almost. “Now it’s my turn.”

Her fingers tapped a rhythm against her knee, impatient, like a song only she knew. “So we’ve got Bella Madison. And Mercedes Vargas.” Her tone shifted—Bella’s name spoken with the barest flicker of warmth, Mercedes’ spat like poison. “What a beautiful little pairing of contrasts. Like a sunbeam and a rotting corpse.”

Lilith tilted her head, finally looking directly ahead, her expression tightening. “Let’s get one thing straight right now. You don’t know me. You think you do. You’ve seen me grin while I twist people into shapes they weren’t meant to survive in, and you think that’s the whole story. But you’ve barely scraped the surface.”

She tossed the cigarette to the floor, untouched. “I’m not a gatekeeper. I’m not a villain. I’m not your final boss or your little morality test. I’m not here to teach you anything.” Her voice dropped. “I’m a consequence. And consequences don’t give warnings.”

She stood now, pacing slowly, arms folded, head tilted as if deep in thought. “Bella Madison. I respect you. There, I said it. You earned that, every second of it. You fought, and you bled, and you got up when most would’ve stayed down. I see you. I respect you. But don’t you dare think that means I’m gonna go easy on you.”

Her eyes flared with something sharp and primal. “Because I’ve suffered too long. Fought too hard. Died and came back too many times to hand over anything to anyone. Especially not to someone who still believes this place runs on heart. You want to beat me? You better be ready to rip that respect right out of my hands. Because I’m not giving it away, and I’m sure as hell not going down easy.”

She stopped pacing and let out a slow breath. That respect, real as it was, had limits. Limits that Bella was about to learn the hard way.

“And then there’s her,” Lilith growled, venom practically dripping from her lips. “Mercedes Vargas.”

Her posture shifted, stiffening, hands clenching at her sides. Every trace of amusement or nuance drained from her face. “If there’s a bottom-feeder in this industry, it’s her. Living off borrowed time and stolen legacies. Clinging to relevance like a parasite sucking blood from a host that forgot she was ever even there.”

She sneered. “You’re not a legend, Mercedes. You’re a leftover. A has-been who never really was. You’re what happens when someone mistakes tenure for greatness. All that time, and nothing to show for it but bitterness and cheap shots.”

Lilith’s voice cracked slightly—not with weakness, but with the weight of hatred that had been festering too long.“You made this personal. Years of slander. Of smug little side-eyes and petty digs and passive-aggressive jabs. You thought I wouldn’t remember? I do. I remember everything. And now you get to pay for it.”

Her hands spread slightly as if welcoming the chaos she knew was coming. “You’re not walking into a wrestling match, Mercedes. You’re walking into a damn reckoning. And when I’m done with you, you won’t be able to leech off this industry anymore. There won’t be any nostalgia to cling to. No fans chanting your name out of pity. Just silence. Just me standing over you, wondering if maybe I should’ve hit you harder.”

She paused, and when she spoke again, her voice was colder. “I’m not coming for the win. I’m coming for the scars. The memories. I want your screams echoing long after the show’s over.”

Another silence, this one heavier than before. Lilith stepped closer to the imaginary camera, her face calm but her eyes wild. “Bella, I’ll fight you. I’ll push you further than anyone ever has. I’ll make you question everything you believe in. And maybe—maybe—if you’re still standing when it’s over, I’ll shake your hand again.”

Her voice lowered to a whisper now. “But Mercedes? I want you crawling. I want you begging. I want you broken. I want you bleeding.”

Lilith didn’t leave the room. She just walked a few steps, letting the weight of her boots echo across the floor. Her hands shook—not with fear, but with anticipation. With desire. There was a storm inside her, and it was growing more violent by the second. Her breathing was uneven now, not from exhaustion, but restraint. Because there was still so much more to say.

“I’ve never been the hero. Never been the woman you write bedtime stories about. And I’m not about to start pretending to be now just because people suddenly want to call me ‘legacy’ like it’s a compliment. Like I’m some elder stateswoman they can trot out for nostalgia points.”

She turned around sharply, eyes narrowing into the lens. “I’m not your legacy act. I’m not here to pass the torch. If you want the fire, you’re gonna have to burn with me.”

She grabbed a chair and kicked it over without warning, sending it skidding across the floor with a violent clang. “Bella, you’ve got guts. You’ve got heart. But you’ve also got something worse than fear: hope. And that makes you vulnerable. That makes you breakable. And I don’t want to break you, Bella. Not because I care about you—but because I want you to stay whole long enough to realize how badly you lost.”

She paced again, this time faster. Frenzied energy began to creep in as her voice raised. “You want it so bad, don’t you? To prove to the world you belong. That you’re not just a name carrying momentum, that you’re not living in the shadow of anything. But you’re not getting that proof from me. Not without pain. Not without war. And maybe not even then.”

Her gaze dropped, and her fingers flexed, like claws itching to be used. “You’re going to walk into that ring thinking this is your moment. And I’m going to make sure it’s the moment that ruins you. I’m going to take all that faith you have—in yourself, in this business, in the idea of fairness—and I’m going to grind it into dust beneath my boot.”

She paused to lean against the wall, chest rising and falling rapidly. Her lips parted slightly, as if the fury was catching up to her. “And Mercedes… God, Mercedes. The truth is, I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you for years. You don’t get to call yourself a queen when all you’ve ever ruled is the wasteland you helped create.”

Her voice trembled with rage now. “I’ve watched you slither through locker rooms, poison every well, turn everything into some twisted competition that no one else agreed to be part of. You’re not a competitor. You’re a saboteur. You survive by dragging everyone else down into the pit with you, because you’ve long since forgotten how to rise.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, and when they opened again, they were almost wet. Not with sadness. With fury. With something primal. “You talk about legacy like it’s yours by default. Like time alone earns you respect. But all the time in the world won’t fix the rot, Mercedes. And I’m done watching you infect everything I care about.”

She pushed off the wall and pointed toward the darkness as if Mercedes was standing there in the flesh. “I want to hurt you. Not just beat you. Not just outsmart or outfight you. I want you to wake up every day for the rest of your life and remember that I took something from you. That I carved my name into your ribs and you couldn’t do a damn thing about it.”

Her voice dropped again, almost eerily calm. “I want you to suffer, Mercedes. Because that’s the only thing you’ve ever given anyone else. It’s fitting. Poetic. And long overdue.”

She took another slow breath, long and deep, holding it until her shoulders settled, and her voice came out a near whisper. “There’s no redemption here. No handshake. No grace. This ends with one of us dragging what’s left of the other back into the dark. And I don’t plan on being the one left behind.”

Lilith stayed there, unmoving. Breathing. Listening to the silence like it whispered her name. Her lips parted, and her tongue pressed against the back of her teeth as if to taste the next words before she gave them shape.

“I’ve spent nights staring at the ceiling… replaying every second I ever gave to people who didn’t deserve me. Every match. Every promo. Every handshake I forced myself to give to keep the peace in a warzone that never wanted peace to begin with.” Her fingers curled into fists. “And your name, Mercedes… it always came up first.”

A low laugh escaped her throat. No humor. No joy. Just something jagged and broken. “You’re the kind of woman who walks into a burning building and blames the ashes for being dirty. You’ve built nothing. You’ve preserved nothing. You’ve only taken. Credit. Oxygen. Spotlight. Everything.”

Lilith stepped forward again, voice rising—not in volume, but intensity. “You think time is your friend. That because you’ve been here, that means you matter. That you’re untouchable. But time is a liar, Mercedes. Time is a thief. And I’m the blade waiting in its shadow.”

She tilted her head slowly, like she was studying the idea of it. “It would be easy to just beat you. To pin you clean and leave you humiliated. But I don’t want that. That’s mercy. You don’t deserve mercy. You deserve fear. The kind that creeps in when the arena goes dark, and you wonder if maybe—just maybe—I’m still there. Waiting. Breathing behind the curtain. Watching you.”

Lilith ran a hand through her hair, pushing it back from her face, revealing the wide, dangerous eyes of a woman who had nothing left to prove—but everything left to destroy. “You’re going to learn what happens when someone finally stops playing by the rules you bent. You’re going to learn what it feels like when someone doesn’t care about your name, your years, your stats… only your screams.”

The rage started to fold in on itself now, becoming something else—something colder. Lilith leaned against the concrete wall, tapping her fingernails against it, letting the small noise carry. “And Bella…”

Her tone shifted again—gentler, but not soft. Never soft. “You… confuse me.” She let that confession hang there, uncomfortable and raw. “I see you and I think, ‘She could be the one.’ The one who doesn’t lose herself. The one who doesn’t rot from the inside out when this business finally sinks its claws in deep enough to scar her.” She looked up, voice caught between respect and sorrow. “But then I remember… this place doesn’t allow survivors. Not without a cost.”

Lilith stood upright again, shoulders rolling, neck cracking as she shifted the weight of everything she carried. “I want to believe in you, Bella. I do. But belief is a luxury I had beaten out of me a long time ago. And in that ring, I won’t hold onto that belief. I’ll try to drown it. Smother it. Because that’s the only way I know how to survive now.”

Her jaw clenched. “And if you still manage to crawl out of that wreckage with your pride intact? Then maybe… maybe I’ll look you in the eye when it’s over. Maybe I’ll call you more than just another name.”

Her voice dropped again—dead calm. “But don’t misunderstand me. I’m not fighting for you. I’m not fighting to test you. I’m fighting because I have to. Because the only thing that makes me feel real anymore is the sound of bodies breaking under mine. I need this. I need it the way addicts need breath and priests need forgiveness.”

She looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers like they weren’t hers. “This is all I have. And I’ll set fire to both of you to make sure I keep it.” A long silence followed. Lilith didn’t move. Just let her words rot in the air like smoke. Then something shifted. A smile—not wide, not crazed, but knowing—curled at the edge of her lips. It was the smile of someone who had already made peace with the monster in the mirror.

“You know what no one ever tells you?” she asked, barely above a whisper. “The moment before a match… the exact moment… right before your music hits and you walk through the curtain… there’s this pause. This breathless little second where time freezes. Where anything can happen. You can win. You can lose. You can die.”

Her eyes gleamed. “And in that second? I feel alive. That second belongs to me. That’s the part you can’t train for. You can’t fake it. And neither of you know what to do with it. But me?” She tapped her chest once. “I live there.” She backed away from the wall now, movements slower, deliberate. Her voice dropped again—lower than before, nearly inaudible except for the rage that coated every word.

“So come get it. Come take your shot. Hope, heart, history—bring it all. Drag it with you like it’s going to protect you. Let the fans scream your names like prayers. Let the lights shine like halos. Because the second that bell rings, I stop being a woman. I become punishment.”

She stepped into the dim center of the room, where the only light flickered above her like a dying heartbeat.

“I’ll paint the canvas with your legacy, Mercedes. I’ll smother you with the weight of everything you should have let go of ten years ago. And I’ll tear through you, Bella, not because I want to—but because I have to prove that no one is safe. Not even the ones I respect.”

She tilted her head again, voice now so soft it felt almost like a lullaby. “This isn’t a triple threat. This is a ritual. A bloodletting. And I’m not walking out empty-handed. I’m walking out with your fear. Your silence. Your shattered sense of control.”

Her eyes closed. Just for a moment. “Because chaos doesn’t choose favorites. And neither do I.”

The room fell into silence again. Not peace. Never peace. Just the quiet that came after something primal finished speaking through her. Lilith exhaled slowly, cracking her knuckles, letting the rage settle like dust. She didn’t need to scream. She didn’t need fireworks or metaphors. Not anymore. She had bled all the poison out, word by word, and now there was only resolve.

Only the certainty that someone was going to suffer—and it wasn’t going to be her.


Face to Face and Heart to Heart
Featuring: Bella Madison

Two hours later, the arena was dim and nearly empty. Echoes of earlier matches still clung to the air like ghost smoke. Lilith stood alone in the center of the ring, arms crossed, head down, the faint buzz of the fluorescent lights casting her shadow in long, broken lines across the canvas. A door opened somewhere backstage. Footsteps. Soft. Controlled.

Bella.

She didn’t say anything at first. Just stood at the edge of the ramp, arms folded, face unreadable. She was out of her ring gear now—jeans, a loose flannel shirt, hair pulled back.

“You don’t have to be here,” she said at last.

“I am here,” Lilith replied, not turning.

“Because of me?”

“No. Because of me,” Lilith echoed. “This place feels different now. I had to stand in the middle of it again. Without noise. Without chants. Just… truth.”

Bella stepped closer, cautiously, like approaching a wounded animal. “You shook my hand.”

“I know.” Lilith nodded her head.

“You didn’t have to.” Bella looked at her calmly.

There was a shrug from Lilith. “I know.”

Bella let the silence fall again. “You scared me,” she admitted quietly.

Lilith turned now, eyes sharp. “Good.”

“But not in the way you used to,” Bella continued. “Not the chair throwing, table smashing, voice in your face scary. You scared me because for the first time… I believed you were actually you. Not the version for the cameras.”

Lilith didn’t blink. “Then don’t get comfortable. That version of me is still in here. She just has new teeth.”

Bella nodded once, slowly. “I’ll be ready.”

Lilith smirked. “I hope so. Because next time? I’m not interested in handshakes.”

Bella’s expression shifted, lips curling slightly. “Neither am I.”

They locked eyes for a long moment—neither hostile nor friendly. Something deeper. Respect twisted with the scent of blood still drying in the corners of the ring. Lilith turned and climbed out of the ring, boots hitting the floor with a hollow thud. She didn’t look back.


Coffee and Text messages
Featuring: Kevin Carter

Later that night, Kevin sat alone in the same coffee shop. The indie rock still played, quieter now, almost like a whisper. He stared out the window, steam curling up from his fresh cup. The sky was ink-black now. The rain had stopped.

His phone buzzed.

Lilith: Told Bella she was right about Mercedes.

Another buzz.

Lilith: But I’m still taking her head off next time.

Kevin chuckled to himself, shaking his head.

“Undeniable,” he murmured. “God help us all.”
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Supercard Roleplays / BLOOD FOR BLOOD
« Last post by "Scumbag" Kevin Carter on July 11, 2025, 03:32:52 PM »


July 6th, 2025
Grand Junction, Colorado
Community Hospital

The shot was slowly starting to open itself up. At first the bright lights of this room were blinding, allowing the cameras to adjust. Upon doing so there was a very familiar entity right before them all. His entire face was covered in blood. Thankfully the open wound had cotted itself for the most part. Not as much heavy flow, but it was clear stitches would be required. That nasty glare coming through the blood stained face of Kevin. Looking right at the camera before him.

“Bravo... Brav-Fucking-O!”

His hands were clapping together in the most sarcastic way possible.

“Must feel like you’re on top of the world right about now huh? Like you’ve managed to finally prove yourself to be everything you’ve been saying you are for years. And, for no other reason than you were able to get one over on me. All because you were able to get ahead of the curb and make me bleed in front of the world tonight. Yet, you are always so wrapped up in your own bullshit.”

“Your own narrative. Your own story telling. Focusing on all of that. It always has you missing something. In this case you are missing something huge. I’ve never once had a problem bleeding, Alexander. This doesn’t fucking bother me the way you think it does. This isn’t getting under my skin. This isn’t giving you any mental edge. This doesn’t make me fear you!”

That frustration inside of the man boiling over so much. Carted had balled up his fist. Cracking his knuckles against his forehead. Right there that wound was. Causing it to flow freely once again with the blood. Oozing down his face. Staining the shirt he had on more than it already was.

“Trust me when I tell you, Alexander. You are not the first man to make me bleed. You damn sure aren’t the first man to ever put me through the ringer and bring the pain. You damn sure aren’t going to be the last either. Every single day I live with a giant target on my back. Live in a world where I constantly have to have eyes in the back of my head. I’m more than aware that people are praying and even plotting my downfall in the professional wrestling business. I am not wanted in Sin City Wrestling. I am not respected by anyone in the locker room. Fans would be so much happier if they never saw my face again.”

“Yet, the thing that no one is willing to accept is they’re never going to get what they want. Fans and their wants or desires have never mattered to me. I live to piss them off. Not having the respect of my peers in the locker room has never been something that has bothered me. I don’t care about having their respect. They’re respect means jack shit as far as I am concerned. And as far as not wanting me here goes? The people that are praying and plotting for my downfall? None of them are good enough to carry out any of their plans. None of them are good enough to get me to be gone for good.”

“Not even you, Alexander. Not even you!”

Once again that frustrated tone came out of the man as he spoke. The look in his eyes further backed up the rage the man was feeling deep within himself.

“Of course per usual what I am saying is falling on deaf ears. It always falls on deaf ears when it comes to you. After all everyone knows the only thing that matters to you is that narrative that you are trying to spin. The story that you are trying to tell. That much I already said. It’s no surprise when it comes to you. Which with that being said, right this second. You are on cloud nine. You believe that for once in your career here. You’ve finally been able to prove yourself. You’ve proven everything that you have always said about yourself. This very moment in time Alexander...”

“You feel invincible because of what you were able to do to me out there tonight. Blinding by your own bullshit per usual. You’re not even thinking about what matters going forward. You have not once let the reality of what the future is looking like for you creep into your head. You have not bothered to think about where things are headed. Sure, you made quite the statement tonight at my expense. But the question is, how do you make that statement mean something going forward? Yes, you got exactly what you wanted at Summer XXXtreme. It will be you and I. With my Internet Championship on the line.”

“But are you going to actually thrive in the situation that you wanted? Are you really going to be able to do what no one else has done so far and pry the Internet Championship out of my hands? You might have been able to make me bleed tonight, but can you make it happen when it matters?! Are you going to be able to make me bleed when all eyes are on you?! And yes. Tonight, for the first time in your career here in Sin City Wrestling. You have finally managed to make yourself look like the star that you’ve been trying to tell people that you are for a really long time now.”

“You were that entity that you have believed yourself to be for a few minutes. Now when the lights are the brightest. When the pressure is at its highest and its bearing down on those shoulders of yours. When every single SCW fan has decided to buy into what you’re selling after years and years of refusing to take the bait. When those fans decided to put all their chips on you, go all in, and give you every ounce of their support against the big bad Scumbag. Are you actually going to be able to deliver for them? Or are you going to be the Alexander Raven I know you to be? The one that fails again and again!”

Despite the blood streaming down his face. Despite the pain that ran throughout every muscle in his body. For a brief moment he was able to flash a smirk. Almost like he had something up his sleeve.

“I know the answer to every single question I just asked you. I know exactly how all of this is going to play out in the end. I know just exactly who is going to win the war amongst us. And something tells me that in the back of your head Alexander. You know who is going to win the war too. You’re just going to live in this state of denial as long as you can. That is your right to do so. But like I have said before. Reality sets in. Facts can’t be distributed. The truth will always expose you!”

There was one final close up of the man’s bloody face. The fire and hatred in his eyes helped tell a story. Everything that he said had some truth to it. It might not be liked. It might rub the Last Raven the wrong way. However there was no denying that for years Raven has caved under the pressure. This time might end up being no different. With that being said the shot slowly started to fade out with Carter’s expression being the last thing seen for the time being.


July 11th, 2025
Los Angeles, California
Home

“Fuck.”

The bandage had stuck to the stitches on his forehead. Causing it to stick a bit to his skin and tug on said stitches. Tossing the bloody bandage down into the trash. Carter ran his fingertips over the stitches. It all felt very tender and sore still. Granted it was only four days later, but this didn’t look good heading into this massive main event. His one word out word outburst caught Lilith’s attention. Finding herself peeking her head into the bathroom.

LILITH LOCKE: Everything okay?

By the time she had finished asking that question. She had taken notice of him checking the wound out in the mirror. She made a little bit of a face just seeing those stitches.

LILITH LOCKE: That doesn’t look good. Even with the stitches.

KEVIN CARTER: No shit.

He sounded almost annoyed. Of course it wasn’t anything meant to be aimed at her. It was the entire situation at hand. The shot he had taken from that hammer days ago. Left him in a state where he shouldn’t have been competing in the first place. Physically he was in no condition. This was nothing more than a giant target. And even though he knew he shouldn’t be competing. His own ego wouldn’t allow him to step back. He pushed himself away from the sink. Walking past her out of the bathroom. Lilith finds herself following behind him.

LILITH LOCKE: Do you think that’s going to be healed before we get on that cruise?

KEVIN CARTER: No, not fully.

LILITH LOCKE: That’s not good. That’s not good at all.

KEVIN CARTER: It is what it is. I have been in far worse situations than this before.

LILITH LOCKE: Maybe that’s the case. However, that is a big giant bullseye in the middle of your forehead. It’s going to be a target all night long.

KEVIN CARTER: And do you think telling me shit that I already know is a productive conversation, Lilith? For fucks sake.

He had rolled his eyes just a little bit. There was no desire for him to want to take out how he felt about this entire ordeal on her. After all it wasn’t her fault, but right this second. This had been all he thought about. Every scenario. Every outcome. It had played in his mind over and over again.

KEVIN CARTER: That damn wound was pretty damn deep to start with. You see the stitches. You see how many it took to close it. It would take next to nothing to bust them stitches and have me gushing blood.

LILITH LOCKE: Not an image that I wanted in my head. But thank you for that.

KEVIN CARTER: You’ll learn to get over it. I’m the one that had to experience it. I’m the one that had to lay there bleeding in the ring days ago. I’m the one that had to go through the stitches. And I’m the one that has to go into this match knowing this isn’t even going to be fifty percent better. Alexander got what he wanted. He did some damage. Hell, he did a lot of damage. He’s made an easy target for himself. Because that is the name of the game for Alexander. It has always been the name of the game. Have an easy route.

LILITH LOCKE: The right thing would’ve been for them to call this match off. Make sure that you were a hundred percent.

KEVIN CARTER: The right thing? I know you haven’t been around all that long. You don’t know Mark and Christian the way most of us do. They weren’t going to do anything like that. They live to see me suffer. It tickles them to see me at a disadvantage.

The glare in his eyes by the sheer mention of those two. There had never been any good vibes when it came to his feelings with those two. Especially not when he had returned. Therefore it shouldn’t have been a surprise with how he felt about them.

KEVIN CARTER: Mark is an old bastard that will forever hold a grudge. He will never get over the fact that I was every bit of the star I said I was when they cut me years ago. He will never get over the fact that he has been proven wrong time and time again about me. No matter how many times he has tried to bury me or tried to see to it that I do not succeed. And more than anything. He will forever hold that grudge against me for beating him in the middle of the ring. He pretends like it doesn’t bother him, but deep-deep down inside of him it does. I embarrassed him in front of the world. Folded him right in front of the very company he helped build from the ground up.

A sneer came across the man’s lips for a brief second. Allowing him to go down memory lane to almost a year ago. What a moment that was for him. That’s when the tide began to change. Something that he was convinced ate Mark Ward alive on the inside.

KEVIN CARTER: And as far as Christian goes? That man doesn’t like me. Because I am one of the few that will call him out to his face. I am one of the few that have no problem telling him he’s an idiot and doesn’t know what he’s doing. Also, I happen to be one of the few. That has no problem calling out his favoritism to others. He doesn’t hide it well. Everyone else just seems to turn a blind eye to it. Not me. That will never be me. And I don’t care how many years he has been side by side with Mark running this thing. He hasn’t gotten any better from day one. Still as clueless as ever. One of the many reasons that the company continues to struggle is because of his leadership. But when you disagree with Christian. He becomes a snake in the grass. He slithers around. Waiting until you’re not paying attention. Then he strikes. Hoping his bite is enough to poison you from the inside out. Never going to be a man to do the snake shit to your face. Always behind your back.

Oddly enough there seemed to be more animosity there than there was with a man Carter had shared the ring with. The intense look remained in his eyes. His arms folding across his chest.

LILITH LOCKE: Sounds like there is some true hatred on your end for them.

KEVIN CARTER: Hatred isn’t even the word to describe it, Lilith. Like I said I know who they are. I know who I am dealing with. This is the type of shit they want to happen. So of course it was never going to be a match that was canceled and waited until I was a hundred percent. Not when they’re always plotting against me. But even if that was something that was on the table. I wouldn’t have allowed it.

LILITH LOCKE: You wouldn’t? That seems just foolish considering the state that you are in.

KEVIN CARTER: Foolish to you maybe. There’s still a lot that you don’t know about me. Layers upon layers when it comes to who I am, but my pride is my everything. I take pride in being the man I am. I take pride in being able to overcome every obstacle that is constantly stacked against me and put in my way. I take pride in being the Internet Champion that everyone fears. The Internet Champion that everyone is praying that loses every single title defense he has. And I take pride in being a man that is able to constantly shove his fist down the throat of people like Alexander Raven.

LILITH LOCKE: Kevin. I understand more than you think I do. Pride is something that all of us have and all of us take seriously. But like we established. You know you’re fighting an uphill battle. Raven has the easy road. Maybe the easiest road anyone has ever had to your championship.

KEVIN CARTER: And that’s where Raven made the gravest mistake of them all.

For a brief moment there was a shake of his head. There was more to the story than what met the eye. He didn’t expect Lilith to see that. Hell, he didn’t expect anyone to see it. He had always been one to see things a tad bit differently than everyone else. This time was no different.

KEVIN CARTER: Nothing worth having in life ever comes easy. The same rule applies to the professional wrestling business. No main event spot worth having comes easy. Being a headliner doesn’t come easy. Being a champion does not come easy. These all things that Raven has desired for a long-long time. Never truly getting there and if he was, he wasn’t there for long because the pressure was too much. He folded and went right back to the bottom. So of course he wants an easy road. That’s why he took the route he did. All for it to blow up in his face next Sunday. Then everyone that doubted me is going to end up looking foolish.

LILITH LOCKE: Wait a minute. I never intended for it to sound like I doubted you. I just know how hard you have worked to be in the position that you are in. I didn’t want you to make a bad decision based on emotion.

KEVIN CARTER: Emotions aren’t something that ever play a factor in decisions I make. Every decision I make is thought out, mapped out, and calculated to a tee. Don’t you ever worry about that.

LILITH LOCKE: Well, based on that. You clearly have a game plan. Do you mind telling me what it is? Because after what Luna did. Something tells me. You’re going to need me in your corner.

KEVIN CARTER: Luna is a non factor. Always has been. Directly the female version of Alexander. All smoke. No fire. Let her do what she needs to do. Let Alexander form whatever gameplan he wants. Let him continue to think he’s got the upperhand with this easy road he’s on. But you along with everyone else will see my game plan when it unfolds on that ship. Let’s just say Alexander is going to have a lot more to worry about than bleeding!

Letting that smirk overcome his expression. It was filled with bad intentions. Once again Carter let his fingertips brush over those stitches in the middle of his forehead. Allowing it to be that reminded that he needed for when the two men finally met. The thing about it all was. No one in Sin City Wrestling knew what kind of war they were about to witness. Mark and Christian had no idea chaos was going to take place with their decision making. Not a single fan had an idea on what type of history they’d be witnessing. Only the Scumbag and the Last Raven knew. That’s what made them dangerous!


July 13th, 2025
Undisclosed Location

The shot found itself slowly opening up. In doing so it was clear that night was starting to fall. Just enough sunlight still lingering to highlight this dirt path surrounded by tall trees. A dirt path that revealed the Internet Champion, Kevin Carter walking down it. With his right arm stretched out and the cameras getting a little closer to discover a Raven sat right perfectly still on his arm. His other hand reaching up and stroking the bird’s chest. Causing it to make a soothing sound. Not even acknowledging the cameras. Carter began to speak out loud.

“Ravens are some interesting and majestic creatures believe it or not. Some of the qualities that they have happen to be impressive. First and foremost. Ravens are highly intelligent. Very much capable of solving problems. Have been known to use a variation of tools to their advantage. It certainly puts the entire mindset that having a bird brain makes you stupid. Not the case at all with these creatures. Along with that intelligence comes their memory. Studies have proven that they have impeccable memories. They remember situations. They remember places. They have even been said to remember faces. To the point that they can hold grudges against a person or thing.”

“Kind of terrifying when you think about it. Makes you want to make sure that you ever came across a Raven in the wild. That you did nothing to offend it. Nothing to make it remember everything about you. Damn sure not your face. Who knows how deep their grudge could run. It could lead to them pecking your eyeballs out. Truly terrifying thoughts, but there is one more quality about a Raven I have to bring up. They’re ability to adapt is also pretty damn impressive. Over the years they have proven to adapt to their habitats. From the forest to areas of the desert. Very versatile all around. Honestly, this proves that they are the best bird species to ever exist. Which is why I question how you fit in with them, Alexander.”

The very second Carter pulled his hand back from stroking that bird’s feathers on its chest. The Raven unlatched itself from the arm of the Internet Champion and went flying up into the trees. Carter watched with his eyes until it disappeared. Before finally bringing his eyes to the cameras before him.

“It’s more than just a name for you. We have seen all the social media posts. We saw what you did leading up to this match with us. You’re kind of like the bird lady from Home Alone. You’ve consumed yourself with these majestic birds. To the point it has become a big part of your personality. Hell, you’ve compared yourself to a raven more than once. And that’s the part that confuses me. Let’s start with your ability to adapt to your surroundings. Your ability to adapt with your habitat. You do not share the same qualities they do. If you did, wouldn't SCW have truly been home to you?”

“I know it’s a triggering topic for you. You don’t really like to hear about this, but I don’t really give a fuck about how triggering it is or what you do or do not want to hear. Yes, you spent many years here. Yes, it felt like SCW was your home for a bit. Yes, it seemed like you were trying to adapt to what SCW was. Ultimately trying to adapt to your habitat. Yet no matter how much effort you put forth. No matter how much you tried. It proved to be difficult for you. It proved to be something that you didn’t like. The whole having to put effort forward. Not taking very long at all for you to start telling us you were leaving.”

“Something that took you quite some time before you were able to find the strength and the courage within yourself to spread those wings. To fly away. To head for greener pastures. Or in this case for a better habitat. At least you would call it better. That is until history repeated itself. You struggled to make your new habitat home. You struggled to adapt to where you were. You struggled to adapt to make yourself a success and to be happy. Only for you to come flying right back. Not that I am surprised. Nor am I surprised it’s not working yet again... You and failure to adapt go hand in hand after all.”

Carter’s expression on his face at that moment. It was very much aimed to mock Raven and his constant failures. Such a grin spread from ear to ear. Feeling like he had some kind of advantage over the situation at hand.

“For years Raven. For years we heard you claim you were the face of SCW. We heard you tell us until you were blue in the face. That you were a future World Champion. Time and time again we heard you tell us that you were someone that was going to revolutionize the wrestling business as a whole. I have no doubt that you believed that. You have always believed your own hype. But as we have established that ability to adapt. That ability to survive when things are difficult. That ability to grow and to be able to succeed. It isn’t in you like it is a real raven. That is why you always end up face down, buried in your own insecurities, and unable to pull yourself out of that deep hole. You and you alone are the one to blame. Not me. Not anyone else. Just you!”

From there Carter began to walk down that dirt path. Getting himself deeper and deeper into this wooded area. The cameras just happen to catch that very Raven that flew away from him moments ago. Coming out of the trees. Flapping its wings and following Carter along this path. His words started to be heard once again. Further attacking everything that The Last Raven was.

“Intelligence is another quality that you do not share with these birds, Alexander. Now if we were to ask you. You’d think you’re one of the smartest people. You’d think that your ability to talk in all these riddles and in such a threatening manner highlights just how smart you are. Of course, that’s a biased opinion and we both know that I am someone that only deals with realities and facts. Not opinions. Let me clue you in on the moment that I knew you weren’t a very smart man, Alexander. It was the moment that J2H and I talked to you. We laid out the plan. We gave you insight into what we had planned for SCW. The night we decided to bring you into the fold. You agreed without hesitation. Not something that you even thought about. Not something you took into consideration. It was an immediate yes.”

“Here was a man that was one of your foes coming to you. A man that was a thorn in your side and a big reason why you didn’t succeed. You let bygones be bygones. All for the sake of having a free ride to the top. Then there was me. A man that you didn’t know from anyone. You didn’t know what I was capable of. Nothing like that. Again you agreed quickly for a free ride. And then proceeded to act like we needed you. Like us coming to you was a sign of weakness on our part. Not even considering for a second that when we came to you. It was a last resort situation. You weren’t our first choice. You weren’t our second choice. Hell, you weren’t even the third or fourth choice. You truly were a last resort for us. And it was never a situation where we needed you. Or anyone else for that matter.”

“Instead, it was a situation where James and I understood there was strength in numbers. The more of us there was. The more people would step aside because they didn’t want to be put down. Yet, you didn’t consider any of that. Showing that you weren’t smart. Then months and months later, you showed your lack of intelligence again. The moment you walked right back into SCW. Like nothing happened. Like you didn’t bail on us after we made you a start. Going right after the richest prize in the game. The very thing we were after collectively. That was not only dumb, but also a sign of disrespect. Disrespect that you were fine with showing. All because it was benefiting you. Not even thinking of the consequences of your actions. Again goes right back to not being smart or intelligent.”

Carter simply chuckled at the words coming out of his mouth. Exposing this man in the highest degree as far as he was concerned.

“You lack intelligence so much. That you thought that you and I were friends? You lack so much intelligence that you didn’t even see the screw job coming? You lack so much intelligence that you actually convinced yourself that it was somehow smart to actually engage in this battle of war with me. God, Alexander. You are so dumb. You actually make me feel a little bad for what I have planned for you. You make me feel bad for what I am going to end up doing to you. But as much as your lack of intelligence makes me feel bad. It’s not going to change the outcome of anything. I am going to put you down. Because that’s the only way this ends.”

His feet had continued to carry him down that path. Finally stopping and realizing that the sunlight was so distant. That he was almost completely surrounded by the darkness of the wooded area. Suddenly that Raven swooped down and sat on the shoulder of the Internet Champion. Carter continued to smirk.

“The memory. That is the only quality you share with them, Alexander. Your ability to remember my face. Your ability to hold a grudge. Your ability to not forget who I am. And out of all their abilities. That’s the one I actually want you to have. I want my face to haunt your dreams. I want my name to live rent free in your head. I want you to constantly remember what I have taken from you. I want all of that to make you a miserable sack of shit. That is going to bring me more joy than just retaining my championship could ever bring me this time around.”

His smirk seemed almost demonic at that point. Never letting it fade.

“An eye for an eye. Blood for Blood!”

Carter stared at the cameras for a second. Wanting those words to really stand out. Before he walked forward right out of the camera's view. By the time the shot was able to turn around. They got the last haunting image of that Raven turning its head around. Glaring back at them. All before everything faded to black.
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Supercard Roleplays / Re: EDDIE v MILES v LIAM v JUSTIN v AIDEN v BULLDOG v LOGAN - OVERBOARD BATTLE ROYAL
« Last post by Andrew on July 11, 2025, 11:12:22 AM »
OVERBOARD BATTLE ROYAL MATCH PART 1

We see a camera shot of Bill Barnhart walking near the Princess Cruise ship that Sin City Wrestling will be utilizing for the wrestling matches for SUMMER XXXTREME XIII. Bill is casually dressed wearing shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. When the camera person gets close to Bill Barnhart they ask Bill if they can air his comments for SUMMER XXXTREME XIII and Bill is glad to do so. The two continue to walk around near the Princess Cruise ship while Bill presents comments leading up to his match.

Bill:  I will start off my comments for my match at SUMMER EXXTREME XIII with the comment that there is a reason that you do not see Bea or Felix at this venue. Bea remained in Lawrenceville, Georgia, to take care of our English Bulldog Iris and Bea stated she would return on the tour after SUMMER EXXTREME XIII. As for Felix? Well he had a match against Vincent Lyons Junior and he bragged a bit too much about him going to defeat Vincent in their match. Karma has a way to come around when you least expect it and Felix took a beating that left him hurting quite a bit so he decided to return to his home in Athens, Georgia, and relax so he will be ready for wrestling action after SUMMER XXXTREME XIII is over.

A grin comes across the fact of Bill Barnhart as he loves teasing Felix Hernandez and Felix loves teasing Bill.

Bill:  In Sin City Wrestling we have had many multi-wrestler matches where elimination took various forms. The included tossing someone out of the ring over the ropes to the arena floor to eliminate them. Or you had to climb ladders to try to grab onto a briefcase, or other item, to become the winner of the match. Well do we have something interesting for you for this OVERBOARD BATTLE ROYAL MATCH with the winner getting a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. I would come across as a fool if I tried to tell you I am not excited about being in this match and having a chance to earn a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship.

Bill looks into the camera with a deep look into the camera while giving a huge fist pump.

Bill:  There are eight participants in this match. I will discuss seven of them since I am the eighth one in the match. When I address my opponents I will do so alphabetically by their first name. Why would I do that? I will do that because I want them listed alphabetically by their first name so none of my opponents think they are better than everyone else.

Bill burst out in loud laughter before composing himself and continuing with his comments.

Bill:  Here are my opponents, and what I think of them, alphabetically by their first names. Aiden Reynolds. Alex Jones. Eddie Lyons. Justin Smith. Liam Davis. Logan Hunter. Miles Kasey. After presenting that list of fools and morons there is ME as the eighth wrestler in the match and I am going to be the winner of this match.

Bill is grinning huge with his comment that he will win this match and become the contender for the World Heavyweight Championship.

Bill:  I know some of you are asking why I am so positive that I will win this match and challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship. That is a good question and I have a great answer. As most of you know, or should know, my father, William Barnhart was a career United States Navy Chief Petty Officer. He told me about the training they had to go through to enable them to challenge and defeat enemies. The battles they might be sent to participate in had many opponents of various sizes. It turns out that it was not always the tallest, or the heavy person, who had the advantage and won the fights. The person who usually won the fights were the ones who could calculate several moves ahead and anticipate what their opponent, or opponents, would do before they did it, and arrange for a counter to take their opponents out. Yep! There you go! That’s what I am going to do with Eddie Lyons, Miles Kasey, Liam Davis, Justin Smith, Logan Hunger, and Alex Jones. Just stay one step ahead of all of them, toss them off of the ship into the ocean, and the shot at the World Heavyweight Championship is mine!

Bill laughs loudly before continuing with his comments.

Bill:  I want to know if my opponents, and the fans, understand what our match is about when it is called an OVERBOARD BATTLE ROYAL MATCH. Well feel blessed as I am here to tell you what it means. This match is designed that the way a wrestler is eliminated in the match is to have one, or more, of the other participants in the match, throw them overboard and into the ocean. Yes you heard that correctly. To be eliminated you have to be thrown overboard on the Cruise Ship and land in the water. No you are not eliminated it your opponents try to toss you overboard from the ship but you slip out of their grasp and you fall to the deck of the cruise ship. No you are not eliminated if your opponents manage to throw you over the side of the ship but you grab onto something and do not land in the water. Do you understand how this works now? I may get dropped to the deck of the Cruise Ship but I will not be eliminated from the match at that time. I may get thrown overboard but grab something that prevents me from landing in the ocean but I will not be eliminated since I did not land in the ocean. Understand now? I damn sure hope so because the last thing I want to hear it whining and complaining from my opponents, the other wrestlers in Sin City Wrestling, and the fans, that they try to claim that I cheated in this match.

Bill informs the camera person that he will make closing comments then the camera person can cut his camera feed.

Bill:  I won’t go into specific detail at this time but the next time I get on camera for the my second round of comments for Summer XXXTreme XIII I will give you specific details. I will leave you with my basic comments for today and then load you up with the specific comments during my next round of commenting on our match. Yes I have worked for around 30 years in the sport of Wrestling. Most of my time in wrestling was in the Wrestling Federation called ASYLUM WRESTLING ALLIANCE. Several of the people currently in Sin City Wrestling also worked or wrestled there so they can verify that what I am going to say is the truth. I held Championships in Asylum Wrestling Alliance around 20 times. These Championships included the Heavyweight Championship, Hardcore Championship, and the Tag Team Championship. During the last few weeks of Asylum Wrestling Alliance they introduced several new Championships but then Asylum Wrestling Alliance closed their doors for the final time. I didn’t have enough time to challenge for, and win, the newly created championships. From Asylum Wrestling Alliance I worked in RED SUN WRESTLING. After I joined Red Sun Wrestling it wasn’t too long of a time before the Federation was experiencing problems and they were contemplating if they should close up shop permanently. I was the last reigning Heavyweight Champion of Red Sun Wrestling but the Federation closed up shop so I was their last Heavyweight Champion. I will admit I have not done as well as I wanted here in Sin City Wrestling but that is okay because I always give everything I have. . .I never back down in a match. . .and as long as I am doing my wrestler and that makes the fans happy then I am okay even if I am not currently holding a Championship. That’s all I wanted to say today. Next week I will provide more comments on our upcoming OVERBOARD BATTLE ROYAL.

Bill flashes a signal to the camera person that he is done with his comments and the camera person cuts the camera feed and our screen goes dark.

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Supercard Roleplays / The Cats In The Bag...
« Last post by Vincent Lyons Jr on July 11, 2025, 06:35:55 AM »
What started with Vincent being upset over some passing comments made about his sister had become a full on war between Jayden Harris and Vincent Lyons Jr. And I boiled over to the point and wasn't even about those comments anymore. Vincent just hated Jayden. He hated his face, he hated the sound of his voice, and every stupid comment that came out of his stupid mouth, really he hated the entire fucking Harris family.  Maybe that Aiden Reynolds guy was on to something when it came to that stupid fucking family.

But he hated Jayden the most. He hated that he couldn't figure out how to defeat Jayden Harris.  He had left Jayden laid out on more than one occasion but between bells Jayden Harris always got the better of him.

Not this time. This time he was in control. This time he would win. This time he had to win. This time would be the victory that would be the sweetest because it would be the final victory, the victory everyone remembered when it came to the war between Jayden and Vincent.[/i]

__________

It was lunch time at Alexander Graham Middle School when the young Vincent Lyons Jr heard the commotion in the hall, all the students were gathering into a crowd and like any preteen he too became curious what the commotion was all about.

Of course it became all too personal when he saw it was the Eighth grader. Blake Webber arguing with Victoria, really getting in her face,

“You got me in trouble earlier!” Blake barked at her.

“Yeah. Well you didn't have your hall pass.” Victoria replied to her credit she didn't back down.

“Control freak Vicky.” Blake said “At it again, thinking she runs AG.”

“Hey asshole, why don't you shut the fuck up.” Vincent said approaching Blake.

“What your sister can't fight her own battles?” Blake said turning into Vincent.

“Just get out of here Blake.” Vincent said.

“No!” said Blake “I'm tired of her patrolling these halls like she owns the place. She just likes being a bossy little bit…”

The word didn't even finish exiting Blake's lips before Vincent's fist hit him straight in the nose, and the scuffle was on fists being thrown at both sides before they ended up mostly rolling around on the ground, the chants of fight fight fight from the surrounding kids, it took several seconds for staff to finally separate the two.

“What the fuck? You're crazy man!” Blake said blood dripping from his nose.

“You watch your mouth about my sister!” Vincent yelled back at him.

They yelled more obscenities at each other before being taken back to the school office so their parents could be called and suspensions could be handed out.

__________

The young Vincent sat on their couch arms folded not looking his father in the eyes.

“So what happened Vincent?” his father asked

“He was being mean to Victoria and I didn't like it.” Vincent replied “So I punched him in the face.”

“What did he say to her?” his father asked.

“He was calling her a control freak.” said Vincent “He was mad because she caught him without a hall pass and then he was going to call her the B word.”

“Well  that wasn't very nice of him.” Vincent senior replied.

“He's a jerk.” Vincent said.

“Well, your mother and I aren't mad.” Vincent Sr said “You did right protecting your sister.”

“I'm not in trouble?” Vincent said finally actually looking at his father.

“You were looking after your sister.” his father said “That's what a brother is supposed to do.”

“I'm not going to let anyone disrespect her dad.” Vincent said “Not ever.”

“Good.” his father nodded “That just means you're a good brother because you will always defend her honor.”

“I will Dad. I will.” Vincent replied.

“Now let's go see if Mom is finished with the cookies.” yet his father smiled.

“Oh yeah! Cookies!” the young Vincent smiled back happy about his reward.

That was the moment of Vincent's first fight the first time he found himself forced to stand in and defend the honor of his sister a lesson that had been taught to him since he was very young and instilled throughout his life a lesson that he carried into his adult life. He had to always stand by and protect his sisters honor.

__________

The cameras open on a darkened Lyon's Den, the training school that is owned by the Lyons Family.  He sits on the edge of a ring with the ropes removed everything dimly lit around him by a single light bulb.

He looks into the camera with pure malice and hatred in his eyes his wrists wrapped up with bloodied tape. A quiver of the lip and then he begins to talk with pure venom in his voice.

“You think you're better than me Jayden Harris.” Vincent began with slow breath “You have built yourself up into a false sense of confidence because you have a couple victories over me. But what you fail to realize is you left me standing. You've never broken me.”

He exhales.

“You know this all started because you made some sideways comments about my sister.” said Vincent “But it's not about that anymore, because you've already bled for that. Now it's just about you and me, and the fact that I hate your fucking guts and I hate everything that you stand for.”

An affirming scowl appears on his face.

“I hate the fact that tomorrow how many times I drop you on your skull you're the one that gets the W every time the bell rings.” Vincent hissed “It's like the world's playing a trick on me,  some sort of sick joke making you the thing that I can't beat.”

He exhales more heavily this time, his frustration clear.

“That changes at Summer Xxxtreme” Vincent said “Because you're going to enter the Lyons Den and it's not just a match. This is going to be a war, no rules and no excuses. No matter how much confidence you have with your past victories over me  this is not going to be a fight you simply walk out of. See now you have a lion backed into a corner with nothing to lose and that makes him more dangerous than he's ever been.”

A confident smirk grows on his face.

“You've always managed to get one over on me Jayden.” Vincent said “I can't deny that, but now you've got it into your head that you will continue to walk over me each and every time and that's just not the way it is. Because this is the Lyon's Den. It's not your world, it's mine and if you enter my world I decide when you walk out, and when it comes to you Jayden I've made the decision that you don't walk out.”

A sick laugh exits his lips.

“You can whine and complain all you want about me taking away your championship opportunity.” said Vincent “But the reality is even had you won that match you wouldn't be the world champion right now. If you won that match our world champion would still be Alex Jones.”

He rises from the edge of the ring standing on his feet now.

“You're at the point now.” Vincent said "Where all you're going to be able to talk about are your victories over me. You’re going to tell me how stupid I am for wanting another fight against the man who's defeated me twice but I don't measure myself in wins and losses.  I measure myself by action, and my actions have left you laid out like a little bitch every time.”

He laughs again.

“And what did you choose to retaliate with?” Vincent said “Dumping sewage on my sister and myself like some Great Value Jackass bit? At the time it pissed me off but then I came to realize all it meant is that you have nothing left. You're forced to resort to childish antics and games. In your mind you have it all wrapped up and that is exactly where I need you to be.”

He pauses shortly.

“Because you're going to be going into this match over confident” said Vincent “You're going to assume that your two victories over me means that this is going to be a walk in the park for you. It's allowed you to create this illusion of yourself that isn't real. The illusion that you're somehow better than me.”

He shakes his head, scoffing.

“Even if I fall again Jayden and your hand gets raised.” Vincent said "You won't be able to forget me, you won't forget the fight and I will live in your head forever. But I'm not going to fall this time Jayden that I fucking swear to you this time you're the one who stays down.”

He slams a fist down on the mat next to him.

“This is this going to be a message to every little punk out there who thinks they can run their mouth and not face consequences.” said Vincent “Because make no mistake about it Jayden, that's all you are. Just a little punk and people like you need to be put down.”

Another heavy exhale.

“I'm not walking into Summer Xxxtreme just looking for a victory.” said Vincent "I'm walking in to end the rivalry. I'm walking in to dismantle the wall I can't seem to break because I'm done living in the shadow of my own potential.”

He pauses but keeps his gaze steady on the camera.

“Your overconfidence has allowed you to step into something you're not ready for.” said Vincent “Each and every time I left you laid out was a warning. A warning of what's really coming for you. Now you're stepping into something where the end result for you is going to be your body hitting the mat like a sack of potatoes and not getting back up.”

He laughs, relishing the idea.

“You're a piece of shit Jayden.” Vincent said. “An arrogant little prick who doesn't know when to shut his mouth. That's why I'm going to have to shut it for you because I'm sick and tired of hearing you whining about me taking your world championship opportunity as if you ever had a chance to win the damn thing anyway.”

He shakes his head in disgust, truly showing his disdain for Jayden.

“This is going to be your reckoning Jayden Harris” said Vincent “Your ultimate humiliation because when your body goes crashing into that mat and your vision begins to fade you'll realize that none of your victories over me meant anything. You will realize that all along I was always the better man and then you'll be forced to watch me get all the opportunities that you wish were yours. The only thing you'll be able to do about it is the same thing you always do, whine and complain.”

Vincent pauses to take a breath.

“You're not going to be fighting the same man that you hold those two victories over that you love boasting about so much." said Vincent “You're fighting the man you created because of those victories. Every time your name was called as the winner every time I lost I learned and I evolved. But you're still the same loudmouth little prick you always were.”

He pauses again.

“This ring doesn't belong to the loudest man.” Vincent said “It belongs to the last man standing. The one who stands tallest at the end of the war and when our war comes to an end at Summer Xxxtreme, this time it's going to be me. Be prepared Jayden be very prepared. It's the only shot you're going to have because no matter how much you prepare you're not going to be ready for the monster that I've become the monster that you helped create.”

He laughs.

“The worst part is you'll ignore all of these warnings.” said Vincent "You'll tell me my words don't matter because you've already proved yourself against me. You'll call me things like a punk bitch and say that I'm not a real man. You'll probably make some gross implications about my sister and myself to help feed your own weird fetish.”

He pauses again with a quiver of the lip.

“When they remember our war.” Vincent said “They'll remember this night, and they'll remember that at the end of the day Vincent Lyons Jr may have lost some battles along the way but in the ultimate battle he finally put Jayden Harris down.  They will remember that Vincent Lyons Jr was the one who ended up winning the war, because Jayden Harris didn't have the stamina to play the long game.”

He takes another short pause.

“You've had your wins and you had your laughs," said Vincent "You got to pad that precious record of yours. But there will be no more games or jokes when we clash on the Princess Cruise. Only fists and me making you realize that you are never in my league to begin with.”

Vincent lunges forward and punches the camera, the lens cracks and the camera falls to the ground still working as it gets a shot of Vincent's feet walking out of frame before it fades to black.

__________

Vincent sat crossed legged on the floor of his room surrounded by his wrestling gear and a half zipped duffle bag in front of him, when he heard Victoria walk in.

“You packing your entire wardrobe?” she said jokingly.

“Just the stuff that matters.” Vincent replied, "I need to make sure I have everything I need to beat Jayden Harris.”

“And that includes your old wrestling gloves? You hardly ever use those why are you bringing them out this time?” Victoria asked, motioning to the pair of gloves on the bed still stained by the blood of a war past.

“They're a reminder of the wars I had in the past.” Vincent said “The victims I bloodied before Jayden, I intend to add his blood to the collection.”

“You mean you never even washed them?” Victoria said.

“I like the reminder."  Vincent said "I like to remember my fallen victims, the special occasions when I really had to punish somebody and now it's Jayden Harris's turn to earn a spot next to all of them.”

“So those stains are like trophies?” Victoria asked

“Something like that.” nodded Vincent “This one here near the wrist that one's from your ex-husband.”

“Yeah I don't need to be reminded about Ace.” Victoria replied “I was so young and stupid.”

“I warned you I was a bad idea.” said Vincent “But you went and married him anyway.”

“I was young and stupid.” Victoria said, a slight shift in her tone “But we're divorced now and I haven't thought about him in years.”

“Well I'm sure he didn't forget me.” Vincent said “You break my sister's heart, I break your face.”

“I remember the first time you punched someone on my behalf.” Victoria said “You punched that kid in middle school.”

“Blake Webber.” Vincent replied “I remember.”

“You broke his nose Vincent.” Victoria said with a laugh.

“Well he shouldn't have been in your face like that.” Vincent said “And maybe he should have had his hall pass.”

“Yeah maybe he should have.” Victoria said and the two of them laughed together.


“I really need to win this one Vicks.” said Vincent “This time I need to really make an example out of Jayden Harris.”

“Just don't overthink it then.” Victoria replied “You've already gotten into his mind. Just the thought of you is driving him crazy. He's completely obsessed with the idea that you screwed him out of winning that elimination chamber and the very thought of you just throws him off his game. If you ask me you've already won.”

“I just need to make sure he never forgets.” Vincent said “And the Lion's Den is the only way to do that.”

“You know this will only be the third one in history.” Victoria said “Dad won the first one against his old rival Adam Simon, and the second one…..”

“The second one dad lost.” Vincent said “Against Coach Kaiser I remember. The teacher and the mentor. Dad was beginning to wind down because he was raising us, but coach was still at the height of his career being the little shithead that he was.”

“Dad wanted to bring him down a few pegs.” said Victoria “Back then coach was as callous as they come and he ended up smashing a brick into dad's skull.”

“Amazing they were able to become friends again after that.” Vincent said.

“Yeah Dad could be very forgiving like that.” said Victoria.

“Either way I won't be losing this one.” said Vincent “I am going to beat the fuck out of Jayden Harris.”

“Well I believe in you.” said Victoria.

“Sometimes I feel like you're the only one that does.” Vincent said

“Well I'm your sister.” she said nudging him with her elbow. “It's kind of my job.”

“I have to win this one.” Vicks he said.

“Then go win it.” she said looking at him in the eye “Because Jayden Harris is expecting the same Vincent he faced off the last two times. This time he has no idea what's coming.”

They sit in silence for a moment before he looks up at her with a confident smile and a nod.

“Now come on. Mom said dinner is going to be at 6:00 , so if you don't get to the main house soon I'm going to eat your steak “ Victoria said.

“You wouldn't dare.” Vincent said, grinning at her.

“Watch me.” she said, grabbing the gloves and throwing them in his face before escaping out the door with him chasing after her.

“Hey wait up!, don't eat my steak!” he called out.

__________

The camera springs to life in a darkened locker room. Vincent Lyons Jr sits among the shadows on a wooden bench, shirtless and sweaty with a towel around his neck, the camera catching his expressionless gaze.

“Congratulations Jayden. You've beaten me twice.” Vincent said “I'm sure you'll hammer that point right into the ground, and talk about how that makes you the favorite, the safe bet because you've got the winning record.”

Vincent laughs a hideous laugh.

“But people like you don't understand some of us don't care about records.” Vincent continued “Some of us don't care about the headlines, or who the fans want to be next up. Some of us only care about the pain.”

He holds up a pair of old blood stained gloves to the camera.

“You see these Jayden?” Vincent said "I only bring these out for special occasions. Because each stain on this is a reminder of blood I had to spill, bones I had to crack, and hard lessons I had to teach. Now I'm going to add one more name to the collection.”

He pauses for a moment.

“Yours.”  he says with a sinister grin.

Keeping his eyes on the camera he rests the gloves down next to him.

“You ever wonder why you can't stop thinking about me.” said Vincent “Because even with your wins I still live in your head. My name still rots at your brain. You can't get over the fact that I took a potential World Championship opportunity from you. It's eating you alive. It drives you crazy that you can't get rid of me so now this is going to be your opportunity to try.”

Vincent laughs.

“But don't make the mistake of thinking you've seen everything I've got.” said Vincent “Because you've seen nothing yet. But you know what I think?  I think I've taken everything you've got to give. I don't think you have anything left in you either other than your insults and your constant reminders of your two victories over me.”

Vincent smirks confidently.

“So Jayden “I have two victories over you.” Harris” Vincent said. “Are you going to continue that broken record bit when I beat you at Summer Xxxtreme? Will that be how you convince yourself that you're loss didn't matter because you still have a two to one lead over me?”

Vincent pauses for a moment.

“I mean you're going to have to think of something.” Vincent said “You're going to have to think of some sort of excuse to make yourself feel better after the beating that I'm going to give you. After the humiliation that you're going to endure at the hands of Vincent Lyons Jr,  after the trauma I'm going to inflict upon you inside of the Lyons Den.”

He pauses again for a moment.

“It's been fun, Jayden Harris.” Vincent said “But it ends here. The best part is when I win this, maybe I'll move on to capture a championship and you'll be forced to continue waiting. Wouldn't it be great if I became a champion here before you?”

Vincent laughs to himself.

“You have no chance at survival this time.” Vincent said "Because I will sink the entire Princess Cruise if that's what it takes to put you down. This will be the end of Jayden Harris, and I'm going to be the one standing tall at the end of the war.”

He picks the gloves up and looks at them with a twisted smile, looking back up to the camera one more time with the dark smile still on his face as the scene feeds to black.
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Supercard Roleplays / “A Vow To Conquer The Ocean!”
« Last post by Logan Hunter on July 10, 2025, 08:23:57 PM »
Summer XXXTreme was finally on the horizon and SCW’s annual cruise was coming with a match that SCW co-owner Christian Underwood had wanted to book for years at the event: the Overboard Battle Royal! The rules were simple: you had to literally toss your opponents overboard to win AND Logan Hunter was in it! But who was his competition? “Unbreakable” Eddie Lyons, Aiden Reynolds, Miles Kasey, Liam Davies, Justin Smith, “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart and former World Heavyweight Champion Alex Jones! The prize? The #1 Contendership for the World Heavyweight Title! Can Logan book his ticket to the biggest match of his career to date?

Backstage at Climax Control 430, Grand Junction, Colorado
Sunday the 6th of July 2025, 22:00pm

A message had to be sent.

I said what I said about Guy with a Cape and J2H out there and I stand by what I said a hundred percent! Guy is a disgrace as champion and if those idiots in charge had any spine they wouldn’t have let that match happen!

Instead? MY CHAMPIONSHIP is being defended by a damn clown against a manager and all I’ve been told about Summer XXXTreme is that I have a match!

”Okay, seriously!” Marissa called out to us as me and Brooke marched down the halls and we turned to her, it was then that I noticed the doll’s head prop that I had used in my segment in her hands. ”And I can’t fucking believe I have to ask this but where the hell did you find time to locate a severed doll’s head and dress it up to look like Guy’s severed head?!”

”That is none of your concern Marissa.” I responded as I turned to her and the brunette beauty rolled her eyes. ”The message mattered, not the method of which it was delivered.”

”NONE OF MY CONCERN?! Have you even seen the looks I’ve been getting since I carried this damn thing from the ring!” Marissa responded as she rolled her eyes and then threw the doll’s head at me and I caught it. ”Great idea leaving something people can trip over in a  wrestling ring by the way! I’m sure your co-workers would’ve loved tripping over that damn thing!”

”That doesn’t fucking matter!” Brooke responded as she ran a hand down her face. ”What matters is Logan’s match at Summer XXXTreme and what bikinis I’ll wear by the pool!”

”And if you had let me talk during that segment? You’d know!” Marissa responded and we gave her a pointed look. ”Because while you two were doing god knows what to set up for that segment? They actually announced your match!”

”What are you talking about?” I demanded but got the answer in the form of the new card text, I checked it and it wasn’t long before I saw the match. ”Overboard Battle Royal……………..WHAT?!”

Brooke subsequently looked over and raised an eyebrow. ”Justin and Bill AKA the losers Guy sent after you, LJ’s more successful brother Miles, the formerly undefeated cop Liam Davies, the Lyons that no one gives a shit about AKA Eddie, the guy you beat at Into the Void in Aiden and the worst World Heavyweight Champion of recent memory Alex Jones.” Brooke commented to herself as she read through the match, meanwhile Marissa had grabbed a drink from a nearby vending machine. ”Wrestlers are eliminated by being tossed overboard, this will be…………..”

”It doesn’t matter!” I interrupted Brooke as Marissa took a sip of her drink. ”I will toss off every other man on my path to glory!”

There was a brief silence followed by Marissa spitting out the contents of her drink, I paid no attention because I was already tweeting that. ”You know, it’s considered polite to buy someone dinner first before you offer that service!” Marissa commented as she barely contained her laughter. ”I’m just saying!”

”Shut up Marissa.” I responded bluntly before I walked off and Mari shook her head before turning to Brooke.

”Ignore him, you know what he’s been like since the title was stolen.” Brooke advised her older sister and Marissa nodded. ”You’re still coming on the cruise, right?”

”That’s the plan.” Marissa responded as she folded her arms and Brooke nodded in understanding. ”I’m technically still a non-contracted talent even though I’ve been a part of SCW shows for the past several months so my cabin likely won’t be as fancy as yours and Logan’s but I asked the bosses to put me in a cabin that’s on the opposite sides of the ship from you and Logan.”

”It’s because of what happened during the Viking Era Tour, isn’t it?” Brooke asked with a sigh and Marissa nodded without hesitation. ”Mari, I swear, he’ll behave this time.”

”Don’t care, I’d like to have some peace and quiet on my first ever cruise.” Marissa responded as she brushed some hair over her shoulder. ”Besides you’ve got my number if you want to hang out! Now, let’s find Logan before he does something crazy!”

”Great idea.” Brooke nodded in agreement before they walked off.

The Home Gym, Logan and Brooke’s Home, Las Vegas, Nevada
Thursday the 10th of July 2025, 14:00pm

While this injustice persists? I must train.

I have been alternating my time between the Go Gym and the home gym sine my Summer XXXTreme debut was announced and frankly? So has Brooke, she may be my manager but we need to be prepared for every possibility.

So far? Not a lot has changed, Alex Jones has been pulled from the match for reasons unknown  but that washed up fool was never a threat! As for the others? One by one the fools shall fall and I shall rise! There is no one more prepared for this cruise than me!

”Hey! Just to let you know that I just finished packing most of my stuff for the cruise.” Marissa called out to us and we turned to her as she made her way down the stairs, Brooke’s dog Aolfie was right behind her and the Irish Wolfhound was wagging his tail. ”And that I noticed that neither of you have done any packing.”

”We will pack in due time.” I responded as I briefly glanced up at the Brunette Woman. ”Has the dog sitter been arranged?”

”I could’ve sworn that was Brooke’s job since Aolfie is her dog,” Marissa grumbled as she patted the dog on the head. ”But yeah, I contacted the dog sitter we used for the Viking Era tour and they are happy to look after Aolfie again! Also, what do you mean by “in due time”?”

”He means that we’ve been too busy training.” Brooke responded as she walked up to the ring ropes to look at her older twin sister. ”We’ve got plenty of time anyway.”

”Brooke? It’s Thursday! We’re boarding the ship on Sunday, don’t tell me you’re leaving the packing to the last minute?!” Marissa sighed as she ran a hand down her face. ”I’m only leaving a handful of stuff until the last minute and we’re talking stuff that I can pack in minutes, toiletries, women’s hygiene products, my laptop, stuff like that!”

”We will pack the night before.” I insisted as I walked up to Marissa and leaned on the ropes. ”Not a moment before or after, training for my match must take priority!””

”Logan I don’t care if you’re facing six other men or the rest of the damn male roster.” Marissa responded as she messaged her temples in annoyance. ”If I wake up on Sunday morning to find you scrambling to get everything packed for the cruise? You will not hear the end of it from me!”

”Okay, as much as I want to get more training done? Marissa has a point.” Brooke admitted and Marissa allowed a small, satisfied smirk to appear on her face. ”If we’re not adequately prepared? Then there’s every chance we’ll miss the boarding and the bosses won’t be happy!”

”FIN!” I grunted before getting out of the practice ring and heading towards the stairs that led me and Brooke back to the house. ”We will commence with the packing immediately!”

I slammed the door behind us and Marissa shook her head before kneeling down to stroke Aolfie. ”Ever get the feeling that we’re the smartest people in the house Aolfie?” Marissa asked the dog who barked in response. ”Come on doggo, let’s get you some food!” Marissa added before leading the dog back up the stairs and too the kitchen.

The Home Gym, Brooke and Logan’s Home, Las Vegas, Nevada
Thursday the 10th of July 2025, 21:00pm

*promo time*

As me and Brooke got ready to cut our first promo for Summer XXXTreme I had a lot on my mind as I headed into the cruise ship showdown.

”Make no mistake, as I head into Summer XXXTreme and that disgrace of a Roulette Champion is defending his title against a manager we are monitoring that situation closely! But Guy is merely a king of the ring, I hereby pledge A Vow To Conquer The Ocean!” I started as I made a fist with my hand. ”And to achieve this? I must win the Overboard Battle Royal! The goal? Throw every opponent overboard, the prize? The #1 Contendership for the World Heavyweight Championship! My opposition? Eddie Lyons, Aiden Reynolds, Justin Smith, Bill Barnhart, Liam Davies and Miles Kasey!”

Brooke stepped forward with a smirk on her face.

”Logan can refer to these fools by their names all he wants! To me? They are naught but lambs to the slaughter!” Brooke smirked sadistically as she flipped some hair over her shoulder. ”Justin, Aiden, Miles, Bill, four men who Logan has faced before, Miles and Liam? New victims to be added to Logan’s ever growing list of bodies that he has left in his wake! We are not worried about any of those men, they set them up? Logan will knock them over the edge!”

And I start with my most recent opponents.

”Justin, from day one you have been a thorn in my side! From my debut match to what SHOULD’VE BEEN THE FIRST OF MANTY DEFENCES OF MY ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP you have persisted!” I growled as I leaned against the ring ropes. ”And now? We meet again, at my first ever Summer XXXTreme show as a wrestler, they must’ve taken pity on you for you to be added to such a prestigious match!”

Brooke shook her head.

”Seriously Justin, what kind of blackmail do you have on the bosses for you to keep getting opportunities such as this?” Brooke asked pointedly as she started pacing around the ring. ”The fact that you were in that farce of a Roulette Title Match doesn’t count, hell that match shouldn’t have counted in the first place but we all know that the bosses are too spineless to do their damn jobs! My point is, that was King Guy’s design but besides that? Opportunity after opportunity, squandered because they gave it to you.”

As for Bill?

”Bill, Bulldog, Wiliam, does it matter? No, what matters is what you truly are to me: dog meat!” I snarled as I pointed right at the camera. ”You wish to be the World Heavyweight Champion? Please don’t make me laugh Bill! You’re not even fit to carry Brooke’s bags, much less the World Heavyweight Championship! I will eliminate you from contention and if Bea Barnhart tries to intervene? Maybe I will throw her overboard as well and do everyone a favour.”

Brooke smirked as she continued.

”Or I’ll do it and save Logan the fine! After all, what better way to take out the trash? Did wonders for Michael Harris at last year’s Summer XXXTreme!” Brooke added with a smirk as she made a fist. ”And believe me Bill, no one will miss you when you go over the edge at Summer XXXTreme, if anything? Logan will do everyone a favor, who needs an old fart like you, hmmm Bill?”

Now for Aiden.

”We meet again Aiden! Was the carnage we inflicted on each other in Paris not enough for you?” I asked with a smirk as I looked at the camera. ”And your luck since losing the title has not turned around, has it Aiden? You lost that Triple Threat Match to Eddie after you took out Miles, took the pin from Eddie himself, I did not know that that was a preview of this match but now that I do? Consider it a precursor to yet another failure on your part!”

Brooke nodded along before she started looking at her nails playfully.

”It’s the same old Song and Dance, isn’t it Aiden? You brought the momentum of the Roulette Division to a standstill and now here you are, vying for a championship that you are not worthy of!” Brooke added as she looked right at the camera. ”When Logan takes you out of the match the world will consider it a mercy because no one wants to see a choke artist like Aiden Reynolds as the World Heavyweight Champion! That would be a greater crime than the robbery committing by the Clown King!”

Next up is Miles.

”Miles Kasey, the first man to defeat me in an SCW Ring and for a shot at this very prize at that! But did you really defeat me?” I shook my head. ”Not in an honourable way! You had help from Carter and like to pretend that your still a decent person after betraying those closest to you! But alas, we meet again and I will rectify what happened in my first ever SCW Main Event!”

Brooke shook her head as she chimed in.

”I’m sure all the fools who cried hypocrisy at us calling foul over Guy’s stunt are getting ready to do the exact same thing now that we’re bringing this up!” Brooke scoffed as she folded her arms. ”But there is a key thing that separates me and Logan from hypocrites like Miles who think they’ve got us when we cheat: we admit it! We’ve always been up front about the fact that we view our methods as a means to an end! Meanwhile Miles looks back on that ill-gotten win and acts like he’s our moral superior? PUH-LEASE! Logan will always stab you in the front, Miles is fond of stabbing you in the back, we are not the same! Abd when Miles is eliminated from the match? The world will know!”

Next up is Eddie.

”And now? We’ve reached the two men in this match whom I have never faced, come into my sights, said the Hunter to the Lyons.” I started as I made a hunting rifle motion with my hands. ”Eddie Lyons, the white sheep of the Lyons family, set to tie the knot on the Summer XXXTreme Cruise, how lovely! Wouldn’t it be a shame if that got ruined? Wouldn’t it be a shame if the blushing bride had to watch inn horror as her beloved gets thrown into the ocean below? For you? Yes, for me? I don’t care!”

Brooke stepped forward again.

”Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, yet another fool who peaked in the Roulette Division! What’s that? You won the Mixed Tag Titles? Who cares about those belts? The Wolves grinded that division into the dust!” Brooke stated as she gave the camera a playful, flirty look. ”Just like how Logan will grind your hopes of a happy marriage into the dust! I do hope your bride has some insurance on you, she might need the windfall!”

Last up? Liam!

”And thus we come to the final man standing in between me and destiny: Liam Davies! A man who represents law and order while I represent chaos and anarchy!” I stated as I folded my arms. ”Three matches in and you’re already in the deep end Liam, I suppose the term Sink or Swim moment is very apt for your situation, isn’t it? Don’t worry, I’ll insure that you will sink!”

Brooke chimed in one final time.

”A wrestling police officer? How quaint, whatever will they think of next?” Brooke asked ass her voice dripped with sarcasm. ”Shame that the phrase “ACABW” or “All Cops Are Bad Wrestlers” must apply here, isn’t it Liam? Sure, your one loss was to Kevin Carter but really, if your losing to a washed up has been who has to rely on someone half his age to win matches for him? What does that say about you Liam? I rest my case!”

It's that simple.

”If there was any justice in this world I would be defending the Roulette Title at the cruise, instead it’s wasted on a feud that no one cares about! But no matter, I will take it all out on Miles, Aiden, Justin, Bill, Eddie and Liam!” I sneered as I paced around the ring. ”You can try to bury me but I will rise from the grave! You can bury me at sea but I will wash ashore, I am inevitable, you cannot escape me SCW and this match will set right what the bosses are too spineless to correct!”

And with that I decided to wrap things up.

”I belong among the champions far more than Guy and Kevin combined! I should be the Roulette Champion BECAUSE I AM THE FUTURE OF THIS COMPANY AND I WILL NOT BE DENIED!” I growled as I stared right at the camera. ”Justin, Bill, Eddie, Aiden, Liam and Miles are naught but cannon fodder for my rise to greatness! Woe to the vanquished, for the lives of those lost at sea will not be mourned and as for Liam, Justin, Bill, Aiden and Miles? I COMMAND THEE KNEEL! I will reclaim my glory, I am the Lord of all That Is Golden and you will not deny me MY THRONE! Get ready to embrace oblivion!”

Brooke turned off the camera as the scene fades.
9
Supercard Roleplays / Veins of Memory
« Last post by Victoria Lyons on July 10, 2025, 05:59:28 PM »
She was coming up on an entire year as the bombshell roulette champion, putting her among other long reigning champions like Finn Whelan and J2H.

But there was still those doubters out there. Those who claim she had it easy or that her championship was no more than a paperweight.

All lies and fabrications of those who just couldn't admit the truth that Victoria Lyons operated on a level that most of the Bombshells were not ready for.  Certainly not Harper Mason.

It wasn't easy when she pulled the championship from the clutches of Alexandra Calaway.

It wasn't easy when Luna Pasilno came not just for the championship but for blood as well.

It wasn't easy when Bella Madison came at her full of the fire and energy that Bella is known for.

Mercedes Vargas, Bobbie Dahl and Alicia Lukas never made it easy.

It wasn't easy when Alexandra Calaway came knocking again.

It wasn't easy when Christian Underwood pulled the rug from underneath her in the Queen's Gambit.

But Victoria had survived them all and she remained the Bombshell Roulette Champion. Harper Mason was becoming quite stubborn in her mind, she had already failed twice to capture the championship from Victoria and the third time certainly wasn't going to be the charm.  Not if Victoria had anything to say about it.

In fact she was ready to remain champion for another year if she had to.

At this point who was going to stop her?

Certainly not Harper Mason.
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Everyone has moments that stay with them. Moments they don't forget, perhaps because they got something they wanted or perhaps because they didn't get something they wanted.  Victoria Lyons remembered one of the moments that she didn't and it was the night of her senior prom.

Her and Vincent had both grown quite popular over the years in school, their family was known in the area and they both were seen as two of the most popular kids in school.

For Vincent it was athletics which meant captain of the wrestling team of course, as well as a starter on the football team. He had the respect of all his peers.

Victoria had been part of the leadership team and was even made class president.

She was a shoe in for prom queen, and the whole school knew it.

The sounds of “Rockstar” by Post Malone featuring 21 Savage faded out, Victoria stood among her fellow classmates as Dean Sanderson stepped up to the stage to announce the prom king and queen.

He went through the usual formalities, talked about what a great year they had and how everybody had such  bright futures ahead of them, and he wished all the seniors well in their upcoming years of life, the typical take life by the horns speech, before making the announcements.

Timothy Duncan won Prom King because of course he did. That came as no surprise to anyone but rather it was the next announcement that did.

“And the winner of your Myers Park High 2018 prom queen is…” Dean Sanders began “Monica Saperstein!”

There was a hush over a crowd before the applause came in as vice president Monica Saperstein took the stage to accept her crown.

Victoria smiled up at her the two of them had worked hard this year organizing all the different events dances including this very prom this was a time when she was a different person and she was very happy for Monica.

“Oh wow I didn't expect this.” Monica began “Thank you so much everybody I couldn't have done it without you, but the one person I really couldn't have done it without is Victoria Lyons. Her and I made a great team this year and it was under her leadership that I was really able to find myself. So Victoria I say thank you for a great year and thank you for being a leader you are the best.”

Victoria looked at her from the crowd and nodded and gave her a thumbs up and clapped showing her respect with a smile this was Monica's moment and Victoria couldn't be more proud.

That crown wasn't to be hers but she knew she would find her own someday.

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Victoria sits on the edge of her living room couch looking through her old high school yearbook running a finger across a picture of her and Monica Saperstein. What a team they had made that year and through Monica's own words it was because of Victoria that she won that crown.

She could have recreated that with Harper Mason and led Harper Mason to that great championship victory that she's been chasing for so long, but the world is full of stubborn people and Harper Mason was one of them.

She clasped the book closed and exhaled. Back then her feelings were genuine and the smile on the face of her and Monica in that picture was real.

All she wanted to do was lead she had been a leader her whole life but there's always people that refuse to embrace true leadership and that's the route Harper Mason chose.

Victoria was done giving Harper chances she had two chances to capture the Bombshell Roulette Championship and failed twice.

Being knocked out the first time must have made her completely senseless, because the second time was apparently a suppose act of  cowardice on Victorias part, because Victoria did not pin Harper Mason in the Queen's Gambit.

Of course that is why Harper Mason would continue to fail and why she truly should have accepted Victoria's lessons. Victoria wasn't afraid she was simply smarter and understood the true objective and how to overcome the Queen's Gambit.

Summer XXXtreme aboard the Princess Cruise would be Harper Mason's final lesson,  and Victoria was ready to make sure she had chosen her leadership all along.

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The cameras open with a clearly photoshopped image of Victoria Lyons and Harper Mason standing over the fallen body of Cassie Wolfe. I want to give you guys bloodied and laid out with Harper resting her foot on Cassie's prone body, raising her arm in the air Victoria standing alongside her.

“This is what could have been Harper.” the voice of Victoria Lyons cut through “But you chose to remain defiant. Oh what could have been.”

The image gives way to flame, revealing another photoshopped image of Harper Mason standing over the fallen bloodied body of Bella Madison. The internet Championship raised high above her head.

“This could have been real.” Victoria's voice cut through again “But you chose defiance and Mercedes Vargas reaped the benefits instead. Now Mercedes is a champion and you're not.”

The image gives way to flame to reveal the face of Victoria Lyons amidst fog and darkness shrouded by the moonlight.

“You have no idea Harper.” Victoria said “You have no idea the things I can guide people to. It seems nobody around this company does because despite the fact that I have held this championship for damn close to a year now people still choose to disrespect me.”

She scoffs shaking her head.

“Why because I say mean things about the people they like?” she hissed. “Because I speak the truth? Isn't there something about not being cocky if you back it up and have I not backed it up for an entire year?”

She pauses for a moment letting the words linger about.

“And there've been those who have gotten the better of me”, said Victoria “But did I not show some respect after they did? Did I not show some respect to Kayla Richards? To Luna? To Andrea Hernandez? I gave Lillith Locke and Frankie Holliday their flowers after they were able to defeat me. But because I didn't go out bowing before them or anything all that goes I noticed by everybody.”

She exhales heavily.

“Is it because I kept the crown and called myself Queen for a year?” she said “Because again I earned my right to be. Don't any of you act like you weren't entertained. I know all of you are out there wishing you still had me as your queen because I made that shit interesting.”

She takes another pause, her eyes not wavering from the camera.

“Your entire problem Harper....” Victoria said “...Is this hero complex of yours. The world needs a hero and her name is Harper Mason! That's your mantra right?”

Victoria shakes her head with a laugh.

“The world doesn't need heroes.” Victoria said “The world needs winners. People who aren't out to impress anybody. People that aren't going to answer to anybody but themselves. You are too concerned about what the fans and everybody else think of you and that's what's holding you back Harper. Like me, hate me, I couldn't care less. I haven't held this championship for a year by giving a damn what anybody thinks about me, and I damn sure didn't do it by trying to be anybody's hero.”

She holds out her Bombshell Roulette Championship before resting it back on her shoulder.

“You've had yourself a fun little run over the past few weeks.”  said Victoria “And I'm sure your confidence is riding high. But I must remind you this time it's going to be just you and I in that ring. There will be no Cassie Wolfe to have your back and there will be no Kate Steele to come buzzing around like a fly and ruin things. Just you and I sweetheart exactly how you wanted it.”

She laughs to herself.

“That's the best part you'll have nobody to blame but yourself” said Victoria. “Just like you have nobody to blame for yourself for your failures against Bella Madison. What did you do after? You chose to come after me. Why didn't you choose to go after Kayla Richards? Are you afraid of Kayla Richards?”

She raises an eyebrow.

“You're the one that said I'm swimming in the kiddie pool because I'm afraid to go after Kayla or Bella or I guess now it would be Mercedes.” Victoria said “So why did you choose to step back into the kiddie pool? Why didn't you choose to go after our Bombshell World Champion? I have a championship, that's my excuse, but I sure would love to hear yours.”

Victoria pauses for a moment.

“I assure you my division is no kiddie pool.” said Victoria “I have turned it into a shark tank, and if you think I'm a lesser champion than Kayla or Bella or Mercedes or anybody else you're about to find out what all my opponents over the past year I have found out the undeniable truth that Victoria Lyons like it or not is the real deal, and there's nothing they can do about it.”

She smirks confidently looking proudly at her championship.

“Rue and I are ready to celebrate our one year anniversary.” Victoria said “And you are not going to be able to take that from us. Just like last year I will walk into the Princess Cruise as champion, and I will walk out as champion. Sure Harper, one day there will be someone to pry this from my grasp and then I can set my sights on the Internet or World Bombshells championships, but until then someone's going to have to prove that they're good enough to take this from me. Because if you're going to be my successor, you're going to do it right and I can tell you right now the one to succeed me certainly isn't going to be Harper Mason.”

Her eyebrows furrow as she continues.

“You chose not to fight by my side.“ said Victoria "But after Summer XXXtreme, you're going to wish you had.”

She smirks confidently and rests her eerie gaze on the camera until the scene fades to black.

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Victoria was seated in the Patio Lounge area on the Lyons estate when Vincent approached her. She held a photo in her hand, an old one from high school it was her and her three best friends. The four of them were the Myers Park “It girl” squad. Victoria Monica Rachel and Jasmine.

“What you looking at Vicks?” Vincent said on his approach.

"Just an old photo." she said "The girls and I back in the day."

“The Queens of Myers Park?” he said with an eyebrow raised and a slight smile. “You four made quite the team.”

“We sure did.” said Victoria smiling has she set the picture down “We ran that school and everybody loved us.”

“Didn't Rachel and Charlie go to prom together?” Vincent asked.

“They did.” said Victoria looking him in the eyes “But remember, we weren't going to discuss Charlie anymore because everything about the island needs to be put behind you.”

“I know..” said Vincent “I was just saying..”

“Vincent..” said Victoria “It's time to forget the island. Continuing to let its memory haunt you will only hold you back. It's time to let it go.”

“Yeah I know..” said Vincent sorry.

“It's okay Vincent, don't worry about it.” she said.

“So why are you looking at a picture of the ol’ Myer Park Elite?” Vincent asked

“Maybe I'm just getting caught up in my own past memories too.” said Victoria “But I kind of miss this, you know? We all went our separate ways after high school and I don't know what became of the girls, but I miss being part of a badass take no nonsense girl squad.”

“Is this about Harper rejecting you?” said Vincent.

“I just wanted to help.” said Victoria “That's all I wanted to do Vincent, lead. But nobody will let me. It could have started with Harper and then more could have followed and I could have led another bad ass girl squad that could have taken over SCW but nobody wants to accept actual leadership.”

“Sounds like their loss to me sis.” said Vincent trying to reassure her.

“I thought maybe I could build something again with Harper.” Victoria said “Pull her out of the hero complex that holds people like her and Eddie back. but it's like they don't want to listen to the success that's right in front of their face, because in their own arrogance they think they're somehow better than me.”

“Then show them that they're not.” said Vincent.

“That's what I've been doing.” said Victoria “Yet, it still doesn't seem enough for them I still don't get enough of the respect that I deserve I don't get the praise or the adulation that I've earned for making the Bombshell Roulette Championship mean something again.”

“Well I'll always be in your corner.” Vincent reminded her.

“I know Vin.” she said “I know.”

“And if they're getting mad at you for having to stranglehold on the Bombshell Roulette Division..” said Vincent “Then they need to find somebody that can do something about it.”

“Well that was Harper Mason's complaint.” said Victoria “So she's going to try but like everyone before her her efforts are going to be in vain.”

“Of course they are.” agreed Vincent, “Just like I will finished Jaden Harris now that he has that false sense of security in his head.”

“That's my little brother.” Victoria said with a laugh.

She looked back down at the picture of her and her old squad with a smile she was a different person then but she was still the leader of the group because that's what she was born to be.

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Black, that’s all that can be seen as the cameras open, the only sound comes from distorted audio clips of Victoria's past opponents, each of their faces flashing on screen with X’s on their eyes, as their voice is heard.

“Do you remember what it felt like when you first realized you were afraid of me, Victoria? Not just wary. Not just cautious. But afraid?.-Alexandra Calaway

“You want a war, Queenie? You’ve got one. But remember this—when you step into that ring with me, it’s not about survival. It’s about destruction. It’s about who can endure the most punishment. And Victoria, I promise you, I’m willing to bleed for this. Are you?” -Bella Madison

"You've been riding high on that overinflated ego of yours for far too long. I'm going to puncture it, deflate it, and leave it in tatters. They say history is written by the victors. Well, I'm about to write you out of the history books entirely. Your chapter in this company is coming to an abrupt and painful end.” -Mercedes Vargas

“It doesn’t matter the stipulation, it doesn’t matter where fate takes us. The end will always be the same when it comes down to you and me, Victoria. You’re going to lose, and I’m going to relish in the tears. I’m going to relish in knowing you’ll be wallowing in your own self-pity. Your own self-doubt. Your own self-hatred. I’m going to drink in the tears and pain, and know.” -Luna Pasilno

“I just hope the wheel gives me the opportunity to pin Victoria so I can have some bragging rights. Because knowing her? She’ll cry foul if she isn’t the one to lose the title herself. That’s the thing about Triple Threat matches, ya know? But that is exactly why I am determined to prove myself better than Victoria, because how else could I claim to deserve the title if I don’t beat the best?” -Bobbie Dahl

“You see Victoria has fallen into the same trap that I fell into. She is talking about how everything that I’ve done was in the past and now it is her time and the future of the company. And in a way she’s right. Trust me Victoria you are completely correct. You are the present when it comes to this company and the Roulette division and you could also step up and be a bombshells world champion.” -Alicia Lukas

“Victoria—that name, that title—you wear it like armor made of mirrors. Polished. Pretty. Reflective. But easily destroyed.” -Lilith Locke

“Lyons can talk about dominance. Mason can talk about respect. And after this match? They can keep talking. Because I’ll keep winning. And when Into the Void IX is over? I won’t be looking up at anyone. I’ll be standing—with championship gold in hand”. -Song

“I don’t drop the ball this time because I am leaving Tokyo with the Bombshell Roulette Title, sorry Victoria but the fans are tired of you already and it’s time some fresher blood held that title! - Harper Mason

The blackness fades open on Victoria Lyons, with her Bombshell Roulette Championship.
She sits on a bench behind her you could see the decor of the decaying flowers and twisted brambles.

“Do you hear them Harper?” said Victoria “Do you hear the echoes of the ghosts? The ones who tried before and were made to eat their own words?”

She grins arrogantly.

“That includes you Harper.” said Victoria “And you failed to capture this championship twice. So what makes you think you deserve a third opportunity? Do you think you're better than all these other women? Are these the ones that I've been swimming in the kiddie pool with? I mean that seems to imply I've had it easy does it not? Please tell me, who are these kids I'm supposed to be swimming with? Swim with the real sharks? What makes any of them not what you consider a "real shark?" ”

She cocks an eyebrow and grins.

“Because if that's what they are.” said Victoria “Then what does that say about your opinion of them? Were none of them real competition? Why don't you go tell Bella Madison that she wasn't real competition when I defended this against her? Why don't you tell that to Alexandra Calaway who I won this championship from? Why don't you be the one to tell Luna Pasilno that she was easy competition for me? I don't think someone like Lilith Locke would appreciate being referred to as easy competition from the kiddie pool. Neither would Mercedes Vargas, Alicia Lukas, Bobbie Dahl or any of the others that I fought to defend this championship against.”

She pauses again for a moment.

“You should apologize to all those women.” she said. “Apologize for the implication that they were lesser competition in any way. You're the one that said I'm a shark swimming in a kiddie pool, not me. I may have said harsh words about them going into our matches but they were all fine competition…. of course I still proved to better.”

She laughed again always topping off any words of respect with that sprinkle of arrogance.

“Of course you'll make excuses," said Victoria. "You'll say I'm twisting your words,  this and that but you know what you said and you know what you meant. You do think you're better than all those other women that's why you're so insistent that you will be the one to end my reign and do what they couldn't. The problem is you won't admit it to yourself and that's what holds you back.“

She pauses for a moment.

“Do I think that I'm better than all those women?” Victoria said with a smirk “Yes. I absolutely do, but I've also beaten all of those women so I would argue I have a right to say that, and if they have a problem with it then they can come and try to do something about it.”

She stares daggers into the camera as if begging someone to try.

“You're getting the fight you wanted Harper.” said Victoria “But don't think this is going to be some third times the charm for you, because it's going to be the exact opposite. I'm going to put an end to you and end this little heroes facade once and for all. Because in this case Harper it'll be three strikes and you're out.”

She laughs again and smirks confidently into the camera, the Bombshell Roulette Championship proudly resting on her shoulder as everything fades to black.

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Supercard Roleplays / Re: KAYLA RICHARDS (c) v FRANKIE HOLLIDAY - WORLD TITLE
« Last post by Dreamkiller on July 08, 2025, 04:56:22 PM »
Chapter 68: Trauma II

Thinking about my relationship with Matt brought back a whole bunch of memories that I really wish I could’ve left buried and forgotten. Bringing them back up and reliving the horror that I went through was never going to be something easy or something that I would have ever strived to do. But despite those memories, it did remind me of a few things – it reminded me of where I’ve come from and what I’ve been through.

Matt was the exact opposite of other relationships that I’ve been in. He was domineering and tried to control me. And due to my own hubris, I thought I could change him and flip the tables. The relationship with him was like a power struggle with the two of us fighting back-and-forth to gain dominance in the relationship. I failed, and as such, got drawn into a situation where I almost lost myself until I was able to see it for myself.

However, the other major relationship that I’ve had in my life was with someone completely different. Completely different from Matt and also completely different from Finn. His name was Billy Danielson. Many of you probably see how hard I am on Aiden Reynolds, and a large part of that is because he is like the team version of Billy Danielson, who I ended up dating after Matt Shields. There were some similarities there. Billy was also controlling, but in a completely different way. Matt tried to control me through animalistic masculine dominance.

Billy tried to control me through gaslighting and emotional manipulation

He pushed everything in the relationship. In the beginning, I didn’t want to be in a relationship. I didn’t want anyone. I was getting over the horrors that had come about while I was with Matt and didn’t want to be trapped in something. But Billy came into my life and wouldn’t leave me alone. He was charming and funny, but every single time I tried to pull away, he would make me feel guilty. He would use certain phrases and say certain things that would make me feel sorry for him. Emotional manipulation at its finest.

”Come on. You love me, right?”

My breath caught in my throat and I remember feeling a certain type of anger and emotion wash over me. Anger might not have been the best word, frustration would be more apt and appropriate. I knew what Billy was doing. But at the time I wasn’t ready to tell him what I felt. ”Getting married will be great for us.”  I closed my eyes and shook my head, feeling him grab my hand and slide the ring onto my finger.

At that point, I didn’t feel like I could say no. I didn’t want to be engaged to him, I didn’t want to marry him. I could not see spending the rest of my life with a man like him. He was a dumb jock. But he was also like a puppy dog, following me around like I was a goddess. You think being worshipped would be right up my alley, but you’d be wrong.

I needed someone who treated me like an equal and is my equal. Matt treated me like he was dominant to me. Billy treated me like I was above him and a goddess was to be worshipped, while still trying to keep me under his thumb.

”I don’t know Billy. Maybe this is too fast. But I–”

”Look at the ring. It was my grandmother‘s. She told me that when I found a woman that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, I should ask that woman to marry me and use that ring. You’re that woman, Kayla. You don’t want me to let my family down do you?”

I swallowed, he knew exactly how to get me where it hurts. The thing is my family liked him. My younger sister thought he was funny and caring and much better than Matt. And in some ways, he was. But in other ways he was worse. He was more manipulative, knew how to gaslight me and knew how to use my emotions against me. ”The ring is beautiful…”

I didn’t say yes. But I also didn’t say no. So Billy took it upon himself to answer for me. Bouncing up and down happily he took me by the hand and pulled me into a hug. ”I’ll tell everyone we can start planning” I wanted to pull away. I wanted to say no. But something stopped me. At the time I thought he was my last shot of happiness. My last shot of being in a relationship. And I let myself fall into his little trap.

Present Day

I could hear him in the next room. Finn was on the phone. Pacing back-and-forth with his arm still caught tight in a brace, in his other hand with his cell phone. The phone was held up to his ear, but I knew he was talking to his brother. Dickie Watson. The tag team partner of Aiden Reynolds, and bedroom partner of Amelia Reynolds. Finn chatted for a while, stepping out of the room for a moment and moving over to the kitchen. He put his phone on the kitchen bench, put on the speaker device, opened the fridge door with his free arm and grabbed a drink out before cracking it open.

“--so I guess…Yoshiro thinks there’s someone that could do the whole business front for us but…I wanted to wait until I heard from you.”

Finn didn’t reply at first. He took a sip, put the can down and then picked his phone back up and put it back to his ear. He gave a dry response. Annoyed, but not completely. But still the same brother-like tone he’d always given Dickie. After a few minutes of listening to them yap back-and-forth, he finally hung up. He looked over at me with a raised eyebrow as I narrowed my eyes and shook my head. ”What?”

Finn stepped forward and I folded my arms over my chest. One leg was crossed over the other as I closed off my body language. I rolled my eyes again and let out a tck noise from my lips, my tongue clicking disapprovingly on my cheek. ”Your brother is an idiot.”

”I know.”

I growled and turned toward Finn as he sat down across from me. ”Do you though?”

He stayed silent simply giving me the room to express myself. Waiting patiently. It is one of the things that I love about him – he will let me say my piece instead of trying to interrupt me right there and then.

”He got himself into this mess but now he’s calling you every five seconds for advice.”

”Better to ask me for advice than him trying to do it himself. Just think about that for a second. You are advocating for me to leave Dickie to his own devices….. in this situation.”

My brow furrowed and I let out a small grunt of acknowledgement. Kept my arms crossed. Chin held high. He had a point. And that pissed me off even more. ”I just don’t like that he’s pulling you into this situation. We have enough to worry about. We did everything we could to get away from my crazy ex and his bullshit, and then you’ve got Dickie in those crazy Yakuza arseholes who you used to deal with, I just don’t want anything to happen to you, okay?”

Finn smiled. I hated it when he did that. He had this boy’s charm to everything he did but when he smiled, it put me at ease. Even in a situation where I shouldn’t be. His smile would always end up melting any anxiety that I had. ”Nothing will happen to me, Kay. Besides, we’re professional wrestlers. There’s plenty of other things that can end up hurting me.” He motioned toward his shoulder.

I swallowed hard and took a deep breath trying to calm myself down.

Before I’d say something that I’d regret.

”Yeah, not helping, Finnegan.” I said his full chosen name like it was an insult. Because it slightly was, but just enough. “I just don’t want to lose you. Especially if we ever…” I stopped in my tracks. I didn’t want him to know what was on my mind. He was staring at me, wanting me to continue what I was about to say.

But I couldn’t. I couldn’t tell him that I was scared to death that he would leave me and a child that hadn’t even been conceived yet. Or talked about. Or planned. I felt my anxiety building and I needed to get out of there.

”Look, do whatever you want. I’ll be back later. I’m going for a walk.”

He didn’t argue with me. Just giving me a small nod as I turned and moved towards the door grabbing my coat. I left and moved out onto the street. My mind was racing. One million thoughts a minute turning and twisting. Making my heart race and my body shake. Ihated feeling like this. Hated the thought that I could.

But then something caught my eye. I slowed down and looked just over my shoulder. I was being followed. I turned and the person was gone. They were back, I didn’t have to ask. The Romani. They were just content with adding to the pile of bullshit that I was dealing with.

”Fuck…”


Blast from the Past

”Well. Here we go. Another supercard on the horizon then another championship defence sitting right in front of me, ready to go. And it’s me with all the momentum going into it. Does it ever get tiring for any of you? Waiting for my downfall and constantly talking like my next loss is going to be the end of me only for me to bounce back and come back better than ever? It has to be tiring. It has to be boring.”

She takes a deep breath, sitting back as a suitcase suits to her left. Packed and ready to go on the cruise for Summer XXXtreme.

”Much like listening to a Mercedes Vargas promo. I bet there were some people who really thought she had a chance of beating me. Some members of the bombshell‘s division and fans who thought that her recent resurgence was going to lead her to beating little ol’ me. Despite the fact that every single time I faced Vargas, I destroyed her. And she is not like me. She cannot come back from loss after loss and come back stronger. I lose. I come back. I dominate. Rinse and repeat. And I’m not saying this to just glorify myself, although that is a large part of it. I’m saying this to get it through all of your thick skulls that while I’m not unbeatable, I am one of the best professional wrestlers on this planet and I deserve to be looked at as such.”

“When I sit here and talk about my accomplishments and throw them all in your face, I’m doing so because I know it pisses you off. I start down that path and I start telling you all about what I’ve done and I can hear the eyes rolling and the exasperated noises you all make.”

“You get pissed off about it. And why wouldn’t you? Why wouldn’t any of you get angry about the things that I say and the things that I do. Do you know the only thing more annoying than a delusional piece of shit? Who doesn’t know what they’re talking about?”

“Someone who is right and tells the truth and you don’t agree with them”

“I could be like the Crystals and the Mercedes of the world. But I’d have to fail to be like them. Women like Jesse Salco and Crystal and Mercedes and all the others that I’ve mentioned in the past are so infuriating in their delusions. They constantly lose and tell people that they are the best and will still overcome everything. They live in this little palace of delusion and when that bubble bursts and they are shown reality, they still refuse to accept it. But that’s not who I am. That’s not what I’m about.”

Kayla can’t help but chuckle. She turns and looks at the Bombshell Championship before taking it in her hand, undoing her suitcase and putting it inside. The suitcase snaps as she closes it up. She lays her hand flat on top of the suitcase before taking a deep breath and getting to her feet.

”I tell the truth and it’s something that so many can’t handle. No wonder if that is something you can accept, Frankie. See, things I’m gonna say about you are just simply from my perspective. I’m not gonna be like everyone else and try to come up with a reason why you are going to fail. Instead, I’m gonna come up with reasons why I’m going to succeed. You might disagree with them, because that’s what I expect you to do.”

“But before I get too far into this, I need you to understand something. The reason why I’m feared, the reason why people look at me and refuse to get in the ring with me, is because of the simple fact that I will embarrass them. And when it comes to this, the big matches, the big spotlight…Baby Girl, I shine brighter than anyone else ever has.”

“I have been a bright shining star since I stepped foot in this place. But I was the bright shining star that this company never wanted. I signed my contract, there were some hardcore Sin City fans who knew who I was. They know who my sister is.They know who my younger sister is. they know the companies that I’ve been in. But management didn't care. I signed my contract, I had a match, then nothing. I sat in fucking catering for months. Months. Until I made myself undeniable. I stomped my feet, I clapped my hands, I yelled and I screamed and I did everything I could to get their attention. And then…then they finally started to book me.”

“My first real shot at glory was for the Roulette Championship. Funnily enough, at a Summer XXXtreme.”

“Three years ago. I was in an Ultimate X Over the Pool match. My first title shot was ridiculous, Frankie. The first chance at glory. And I failed. I failed in that incredible clusterfuck of a match. And even though part of me didn’t want the Roulette Championship, there was also part of me that was completely and utterly devastated that I lost.”

“I have this thing inside of me. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s a need, not a want, a need. I need to win. I need to be the best. I need people to know that I am the best. It is a sickness. It is a disease and I have it and I cannot get rid of it. So when I lost at that event? When I lost that match in 2022, it broke me…”

She took a deep breath and held it for a moment as she was transported to that moment in time in her head. Kayla shook her head before continuing.

”Unexpected, right? I spend so much time talking about my Internet Championship pursuits and the Mixed Tag Team Championships and the SCW Bombshells World Championship. People tend to forget that my first title shot in this company was for the Roulette Championship and I lost. I have never won it. But since that moment three years ago, I have spent almost that entire time as a champion of some sort. In three years, I have been damn near unstoppable. But, I’m not unbeatable. I know that. I’m admitting it to you and everyone else, Frankie. It takes a special kind of woman to beat me. Only a handful have done it. Only one person has been able to beat me and then get away with not being a victim of my revenge.”

“That’s because she left the company promptly and never came back.”

“So, you might be one of the rare exceptions that is able to beat me, but are you the even rare exception that can beat me and then get out of it unscathed? I can’t figure you out, Frankie, and that’s what makes you dangerous. You came in and you won the Blast From the Past. You’ve been undefeated since you stepped foot in this company, and while you haven’t faced someone like me, you have still been able to dispatch everyone who has been put in front of you and that deserves respect. Part of me does respect you. Winning the Blast From the Past is not an easy thing to do. It is not something that just anyone can walk through and survive.”

“And you beat two veterans to do it. I get it, you are probably on cloud nine knowing that you were able to beat two of the biggest stars that the professional wrestling world has ever seen, including one woman who is a legend of this company. But they’re still not me.”

“You could be something very special. Many people think you already are. Part of me agrees with them. And for you to be the star that you seem to want to be, to complete this burst onto the scene with fire and flair, all that you need to do now is finish your little story and beat me. Everything that you have worked for, everything that you want and you need is right here, Frankie. And to get it all, you have to do is go out to that ring and end me…”

She closes her eyes and takes a sharp inhale before continuing

”I’m not ready for that to happen. I’m not ready to step aside and let you become the new shining star that everyone seems to think you’re going to be. One of the reasons is simply because of who you are. See the key differences between you and I are that I tell the truth, whether people wanna hear it or not. I’m honest to a fault and people hate that. But you? You droop with an sincerity in everything that you say. Before our tag team match, you sat there and told us all to trust you. Despite the fact that you tried to sound so manipulating and so clever when you really aren’t.”

“See, I told you and I told the world that I would have your back during that match. From bell-to-bell, I was ready to stand by you because I knew that we both wanted to get the win. And you couldn’t leave it that way, could you? You had to turn around and say that you wouldn’t do that because it would be too easy. Dripping with sincerity and sweetness. You were trying to appear as if you had principles in standing beside me, but at the same time you were trying to manipulate me into doing something I’d regret.”

“It didn’t work.”

“You are a sarcastic, smug little bitch who likes to project herself as confident. But I see right through you. Your constant contradictions show a true lack of conviction to anything. The only thing you believe in is your desire to get what you think you’re owed. But the problem is that you have a fear of irrelevance. I see it, because I have it too. I told you before that I need people to see that I’m the best. But I’m not afraid to admit to myself that I’m scared of being irrelevant. But you? You can’t admit it. You can’t admit it because you’re not secure enough in yourself to believe in yourself, so instead you have to be this smug piece of shit who drips with lies and sincerity.”

“As I said, all I do is tell the truth. I’m telling you the truth when I say that I’m going to walk down to that ring and do everything I can to cave your skull. I will take every shortcut, I will bend every rule…and I’ll do it with a big shit eating smile on my face because I refuse to allow you to take away my fucking legacy. I refuse to let you stop me from beating the records that are set in front of me. No matter how smug you are, no matter how great you think you are and no matter how many times you try to get onto my skin at the end of the day. Frankie, I’m just looking at doing to you what you wish you could do to everyone else. I’m going to prove to you that your greatest fear is your greatest criticism. And I’m going to make you irrelevant.”

“See you on the cruise.”
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