[Mark Ward]

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[Steve Ramone]

 RP Title: “One of these things, doesn’t belong……...”

This past month of so hasn’t been very good for Steve, not only did Charlotte pull the trigger on the divorce proceedings and threatening to keep him from seeing his children but he has also earned the wrath of Rage the current Internet Champion and Kain who had just made his return a month ago by attacking Rage in the first place.

It all started when Kain’s return match was booked where he was set to face Steve in single’s competition, during the lead up to the match Steve made the fact that he had set his sights on Rage’s Internet Championship known to the world something that the Sin of Wrath had taken exception to and whilst the match was underway Rage would come out and attack both men giving Steve the win by Disqualification in the process though the win was bitter sweet as Rage would subsequently chokeslam Steve onto a steel chair.

In typical fashion it didn’t take Steve long to blame the referee for the match, Jasmine St. John, as she had evicted Steve’s bodyguards from ringside and he felt that the match would’ve continued otherwise if Jasmine hadn’t done that but that was beside the point, in subsequent weeks Steve would attack Rage on several occasions and on two occasions the attacks came after Rage successfully defended the Internet Championship, the first time was after he defeated Matt Spears with, ironically, a Spear which was the point where Steve made it clear that Rage had made it personal for him.

The next title defense was against Markus Reaves but had a twist as Steve and his newly unveiled mistress Kaylee Saunders, also known as the hardcore porn actress Haylee Starr, would join Jason and Belinda on commentary for the match and following Rage’s defeat of Markus with the Locked In Hell submission hold Steve and his bodyguards would attack Rage whilst Kaylee kept Kittie and Synn distracted with a catfight between her and Kittie, in spite of the fact that Steve had pointed out during the match that Kaylee had no training as a wrestler she lasted a long time against the retired Bombshell and by the time Synn broke up the catfight Steve’s attack was in action and Synn tried to save Rage only to be booted off the apron by Andreas’s Off With Your Head Running Big Boot.

Despite claims by Steve that Andreas acted on his own and that Steve had never ordered him to attack the former wrestler that action had earned Steve the wrath of the sins and the following week at the last Climax Control before Summer XXXTreme that would come to ahead as Steve and Andreas would show up during the tag team match between Despayre and Chris Shipman of the Sins and Casey Williams and Kain only to be attacked by Despayre and Synn as revenge for their actions the previous week, this would spill out into the backstage area as well as Rage would attack Steve whilst Kittie restrained Kaylee, once Rage was done he ordered Kittie to finish off Kaylee with a DDT onto the concrete floor which would’ve almost certainly ended her porn career in the process if it weren’t for the timely intervention by SCW co-owner Christian Underwood who threatened to fire Kittie and have her manager’s license revoked if she hit the move, Kittie eventually relented but Rage left Kaylee with the following warning for when Steve woke up:

“You tell him once he comes around, that this shit ain't over yet. I'm not finishing until he's crippled!”

But before all of that Rage’s title defense at Summer XXXTreme was made official as Rage would defend against Steve……….and Kain in a Triple Threat Match for the gold in what might be his most difficult defense to date but Steve always had something up his sleeve and you could bet that he had planned for this and win but more importantly can Steve win the Internet Championship? Find out at Summer XXXTreme!

The set of a Porno movie, Las Vegas, Nevada
Friday the 22nd of July 2016, 11:00am

Dear god, I love my life right now!

Oh I’m not talking about SCW directly, I’ll be covering that later on off course, but between the divorce which will wrap up just in time for Summer XXXTreme if all goes well allowing me to attend Bloodstock and the fact that not only have a moved on from my wife to a younger, gorgeous woman who is not only a lot better in bed, just ask Mark, but is a hardcore porn star to boot I’m living the good life right now, yes sir, everything is perfect!

Or at least it would be if it weren’t for a certain pretender to the crown being involved in my Internet Championship match at Summer XXXTreme, I mean if they had left the announcement until after that damn tag match it wouldn’t have been nearly as bad but no, they announced the Triple Threat between me, Rage and the underserving King Kain and trust me, I have to say about this idiot and how much he just doesn’t belong in this match but that’s beside the point.

I’ll get to the point later when I actually start my trash talk but that leads me to your next question, why am I on the set of a porno? Let me just point you towards the fact that my girlfriend works in the adult film industry and after everything that happened at Climax Control last week she decided that I needed something to take my mind off of things and since filming started on her latest film this week, and if you’re wondering the films called “Yee Haw! Ride Her Cowboy!” and no, you don’t get any prizes for guessing what the themes are in the film, basically it’s the wild west but with sex, sometimes I wonder where they come up with this stuff.

Kaylee’s one of three stars of the film and the other two are porn actresses as well, basically the “plot” can be boiled down to this, the three women inherited a mansion from Kaylee’s character’s dead uncle and they, off course, found out about that having a three-way with each other only to run afoul of the locals, there’s sex, plenty of it and the plot is basically the writer trying to be creative with a film style that doesn’t really need it, needless to say I’m just happy to be here!

“And cut!” The director called out as the scene finished, Kaylee had just finished a lesbian scene but I had no idea where said scene placed in the plot since the scenes have been filmed out of order but based on the lines I heard it sounded like it was one of the last scenes, well the lines before the sex scene started off course, once both women got dressed Kaylee joined me in a chair next to mine whilst the co-star in the scene went off somewhere else.

“Man, I could be here all day!” I commented as I stretched and put my left arm around Kaylee’s shoulders, she grinned at my comment before checking her script. “Didn’t sound like there are many scenes left in the film actually.”

“You were paying attention to the dialogue before we started fucking?” Kaylee asked with a grin and I merely shrugged my shoulders in response. “Seriously though, yeah filming’s about to wrap up, there’s still the scene with me, the other girls and the guys to go but after that I won’t have another film for a while, at least until my agent finds me work but until then I’ll mostly be sticking to online work.”

“I’m surprised that films like these are still being made.” Andreas commented as he leaned back in his chair and Cyrus nodded in agreement. “You said it yourself, the internet has practically eliminated the need for films like this and online vids don’t have to bother with plot, just the fucking.”

“I’ll admit, there’s one advantage to online vids and that’s the fact that I don’t have to wear ridiculously uncomfortable outfits like this in between the sex scenes.” Kaylee admitted with an annoyed sigh, I couldn’t really comment on that because her outfit was basically a tied together vest with nothing underneath, not even a bra, denim shorts and boots so I could only really take her word for it. “But on the other hand the pornographic film industry is a multi-million dollar one and I don’t see it crashing any time soon even with the internet.”

“So was the studio system back in the forties and that didn’t stop that from collapsing.” Cyrus pointed out with a shrug and Kaylee shook her head.

“Yeah but there was also the US Supreme Court Case against Paramount Pictures over the whole Anti-Trust issue, not to mention everything else that brought that system down.” Kaylee pointed out and Cyrus nodded in admittance. “Piece of advice Cyrus, I might get paid to get my tits out and have at least one dick in me on camera but that never stopped me from being a film buff, if we ever end up doing a trivia night when we go to England for Bloodstock in two weeks’ time and films come up you can rely on me!”

“Yeah, that’s if the whole divorce issue doesn’t get in the way.” Andreas pointed out and I shook my head.

“Won’t be an issue, my lawyer convinced the judge to delay the hearing that was meant to take place this week until the end of August.” I responded with a grin as I leaned back. “Naturally Charlotte tried to appeal once she figured out why I delayed it but it failed.”

“Why did you have it delayed? I thought your plan was to try to get it done in time for Bloodstock?” Cyrus asked and I shook my head.

“That was my initial plan but I did the math, I’d be lucky to have at least a hundred pounds of spending money after I paid my lawyer fees.” I responded with a frown as I leaned back. “Charlotte probably realized this herself and only agreed to get it done quicker out of spite, needless to say she isn’t happy.” I responded with a frown. “Then again neither am I, the only way Charlotte will agree to move the proceedings forward is if I don’t get any custody.”

“Let me guess, because of my job right?” Kaylee asked as she motioned to the set and I nodded in response, Kaylee sighed in annoyance before she weighed in. “I look after my niece from time to time and I do a damn good job if I do say so myself, I know how to keep my professional and personal life separate!”

“Charlotte doesn’t care, in the last hearing she basically called your profession legal prostitution.” I responded and Kaylee scoffed. “And yes, she does know that prostitution is legal in most of Nevada, she just basically said that she doesn’t want her children around an STD ridden actress.”

“I’m guessing you tried to argue that STD screenings are very vigorous in the porn industry and that I was given the all clear when I was tested at the beginning of the year?” Kaylee asked and I nodded in response, she frowned as she started to think. “I’m guessing it all fell on deaf ears? Well it wouldn’t be that hard for me to persuade her otherwise, I’ve got the results from my last screening back home and I’m sure I can talk my big sis into testifying on my behalf at the next divorce hearing.”

“You’d do that? You haven’t even met my kids.” I asked and Kaylee shrugged.

“I was a kid whose mom went through several divorces whilst I was growing up and never met my dad, hell I’m not even related to my niece by blood as my sister came from a different dad.” Kaylee responded before shaking her head. “What I’m getting at is that I know what it’s like for a kid to not see his/her dad, I’d rather not have my boyfriend’s kids not see their dad.”

“Kaylee, Taylor, Lizzie, you are up.” The director called out and Kaylee looked up. “It’s the final scene of the film people so let’s make this count, and try not to be distracted by Kaylee’s trophy husband jacking off in the corner over there!”

“HEY!” I called out to him but the director ignored me as the actors took their positions, off course they’d be taking very different positions as the scene went on but that’s beside the point, there’s also the fact that the camera will be focusing more on the three women in the scene and less on the guys who’ll be banging them but let’s be honest, who watches porn for the guys? And no, I’m not counting gay porn in that and really, do I need to explain why that is exempt from that question? My point is that most of the time guys watch porn to see women way out of their league get their brains screwed out.

Anyway by this point I’d normally do my promo but there is such a thing as “quiet on the set” even if it’s the set of a porno and even if there wasn’t something like that in place let’s be honest, you’d rather be watching the girls than watch me rant about my opponents whilst that action was going on, luckily the set had a cafeteria and I had explained to Kaylee that I might do a promo whilst on the set which she got the director to agree too, so I made my way over to the café and sat down at the table as I got ready to do my promo.

“Look, I know you’d rather be watching Kaylee do her stuff back at the porn set but let’s be honest, it’s not a great place for me to do a promo for my match against Rage and Kain for a number of reasons, isn’t it? The only way it could be a worse place for me to do a promo was if the director somehow managed to arrange it so that this porno was being directed in the middle of a warzone but that’s not the case so here I am!”

Don’t worry, we’ll get back to the fun stuff afterwards, provided, off course, that they haven’t finished by the time I’m finished off course!

“Anyway back on topic and let’s be honest, Kain doesn’t belong in this match, sure he attacked Rage after his title defense at the last Supercard but what happened afterwards? I beat him, by disqualification mind you because Rage couldn’t handle the fact that I wanted a shot at the Internet Championship and had said as much during my promo for said match against Kain but whilst I was taking the fight to Kain directly over the past few weeks where was Kain?”

We all know the answer to this one!

“That’s right, he was cutting promo after promo and never got in mine or Rage’s faces, not only that but he lost his match to Connor Murphy after my awesome theme music got played, and I would like to point out that that was what I’d like to call a happy accident, and then he lost his most recent match after he walked out on Casey Williams! Sure, he tried to get involved in the seg where Rage tried to hinder my future wife’s career as a porn actress but he didn’t exactly get far so this leads me to my question, why is Kain in the match? Don’t know, don’t care, we all know he doesn’t belong in the match and I’ll prove it when I win!”

Next up is the champ off course!

“Rage, let me tell you a story, once upon a time there was a handsome young prince called Steve who was sick and tired of playing the good guy and decided to take matters into his own hands starting after his loss in a mixed tag team match to a steroid taking female ogre and a guy who’s currently a British retiree because he realized that he couldn’t cut it in the wrestling business and when I tried to explain why the following week he was interrupted by his tag team partner from the aforementioned match and her fiancé and giant of a brother, I kicked her fiancé’s head into the next town over, got suspended for it by the corrupt and inept King Christian and the rest is history, the end!”

And they all lived happily ever after! Oh wait, no I didn’t……

“Wasn’t that a delightful tale? No, not really considering that I missed last year’s Blaze of Glory because of that suspension which leads me to my point, Rage you had Kittie put her hands on Kaylee, someone who has no training as a wrestler, with the intent to hit her with a DDT, the only thing stopping you being Christian in a rare show of competence but how is that different to me attack on Shane last year? Yeah, I know you said on Twitter that Kittie was stopped before she could hit the move but she still had Kaylee in a headlock and last I checked that’s still a wrestling move and potentially dangerous one!

Yeah, I’m still pissed about this!

“Hell if it weren’t for the fact that Kaylee is currently getting her brains screwed out on camera I’d have her point out that her neck is still sore nearly a week after the incident and the fact that she’s doing the porno is impressive on its own! Point is that you Rage should be stripped of the title and suspended, Kittie should be stripped of her license as a manager and fired but that doesn’t matter, I’ll still walk out the champ!”

And with that I decided to wrap things up.

“If it seems that I focused more on Rage than Kain, there’s a good reason, me and Rage are the only ones who have any right to be in this match, I mean if you had to book Kain for the show why not add him to the Number One Contender’s Match for the Roulette Title? I’m sure he can handle Markus Reaves, TNA and Matt Spears! Hell Rage already beat two of those guys so if Kain really wanted to prove his superiority over Rage he would’ve asked to be added to that match instead! But no, he’s in a position that he’s in way in over his head with and once we’re done with him me and Rage will focus on kicking each other’s asses and I’ll ultimately win! This message has been paid for and delivered by the “Fearless Champion” Steve Ramone your next Internet Champion!”

I left the café to return to the set as the scene fades.

[Kain]

 As my kids were growing up, they are starting to learn of their father, which is to say...me...

Would they understand that the character I played was a bad guy and that he didn't mean none of it in the outside world?

Of course, they could have seen that interview I had with SCW's Rocky Mountain and maybe assumed I was out of control. Thankfully, they knew little difference.

But the one thing you shouldn't do is push me to the brink of losing my temper. A couple of poor, unfortunate souls found this out recently.

It happened on a Thursday. After taking great pains to not wake up my wife and my kids, I took a shower, packed my gym gear, and headed out on a bright, early morning. Pulse Fitness was my destination and they would allow celebrities like me to come in early and train on my own. That's fine, because I need the solace and I needed to come upon a ruthless, brutal strategy to take down Steve and Rage for the Internet title. It was the only thing in my mind and it's not even that far away. Not that I'm nervous for anything - I'm built for combat, so anything they throw doesn't scare me. But I'm going to have outsmart and be even more powerful than they are.

Taking my favorite red Mustang for a spin, I left the mansion early and headed towards the Pulse Fitness gym. Fifteen minutes later, I arrived and parked at one of the many spots that were served for celebrities only. Grabbing my gym bag from the trunk of the car, I stuffed my keys into my left pocket and walked towards the entrance doors. Although some early activity was happening on the outside, I ignored it, as I went inside and continued walking until I reached the men's room. The camera crew had to wait outside until I got dressed, then I reappeared a few minutes later and started hitting the weights. As I'm working on each part of the body, the mind continued to spin a wheel of hatred and fury unlike anything I've ever felt. What Rage and Steve Ramone did to me was criminal! How could they do that to me? Selfish, greedy little pigs! Do they honestly think they have a chance against me, even if they do all this kind of messed-up bullshit when my back is turned?

Both of them are going to pay. And then I'll be laughing in their faces when I wrap the Internet championship belt around my waist.

With my gym workout complete for the day, I changed back into my casual gear and headed out of the gym. Nearby my red Mustang, I saw four guys waiting around and armed with knives.

They weren't friendly. I approached them and stopped at a distance, dropping my gym bag and waiting to see what happens.

"Say, Alex, you know the name Claw?"

I didn't say anything, but gave it some thought for a bit. Claw was one of the gangsters I took on in my underground career and I pretty much destroyed his gang and wiped out his entire operation, putting him in prison for life after they convicted him of murder and countless other charges, such as theft and racketing. Idiots.

"Well, since you do, you know that he wants you dead."

One of his comrades busted open one of my windows. My hands clenched into fists as my body knotted with rage.

"You shouldn't have done that!"

All four of them came to me very quickly, but I was quicker. The cameras had a hard time catching up with my actions. It was over in actions. A few counters, disarms, broken ribs, and one of them was gasping for air as I punched him in the throat. The "fight" as you would call it, was done. Pitiful. These punks don't even have a clue on who they are up against. Imitation doesn't work well for a man like me.

I walked over to the leader of the gang, the one who was gasping for air. He looked at me scared.

"Tell Claw that I'm still alive. You know what happens next when he sees your face in prison."

Then I struck him in the head with a powerful kick, causing him to be unconscious for awhile until the police arrived. I looked at the window that his friend busted open minutes earlier, shook my head and grabbed my cell phone, calling up a number and speaking with an insurance agent as the scene faded to black.

* * *

Finally! This is the moment that I've been WAITING for!

Did you both really think that you could walk away, thinking to yourselves..."Hey, that Kain is not who he is anymore, so we can kick his ass so easily?" THINK AGAIN! From the very start, both of you thought this was a game that you could play against me. But those games are now OVER! Games are meant to be played like children, but I'm going to be the biggest bully in the yard and I'm going to put a WORLD OF HURT on you maggots! Why? For defying me! For not allowing me to do what I WANT! And I'm going to do what I wanted to do ALL THIS TIME! I'm going to take back what's rightfully mine and do so BY FORCE! Rage and Steve Ramone should have just given in to what I wanted and simply walked away! But NO, they had to be COWARDLY BASTARDS! Well, they won't be running away from me and they're gonna have to step up and take one for themselves, because this is no longer a battle to me. This is a fucking war!

Rage, you are an asshole. Plain and simple! Not to mention the fact that you are a LIAR! If you didn't care about what I said or what I do, then why in the world did you had to attack me? You coward! I attacked you from behind because it is MY SHOW now and that the Internet championship belt is MINE! You should have just given it up to me and scurried away like a little rat! Instead, you had to be a vicious bastard! You allowed Steve Ramone, who by the way, NEVER PINNED ME OR MADE ME SUBMIT, by attacking him to cost my win, then you had to work your pathetic magic and beat me down. You then screamed a litany of lies, telling me that I better no go after you again? You MOTHERFUCKER! It's now high time that I delivered my seal of approval of you as a loser, a degenerate, and a pitiful worm that deserves to be crushed! You have been in my sights for awhile and I'm not going ANYWHERE AT ANY TIME! I suggest you listen to me very carefully, Rage - you are going to do what you're told! You are going to shine that belt, polish it up for awhile, make it look real good. Then, you're going to be a good little boy, apologize to me for the beatings and words you threw in my direction, then bow to me and acknowledge me as YOUR SUPERIOR! You don't? Well, you fool, you're going to get what you deserve. I'm going to make this a very painful, LONG NIGHT if you don't cave in to my demands and hand me that title rightfully. Give it to me and I'll break a couple of legs, arms, and put you in the hospital permanently! It's the better option than being crippled for the rest of your natural, worthless life! But if not, I'm going to brutalize you and make you wish you never FUCKED WITH ME in the first place! I suggest you grow a pair right here and now, Rage, because it's the only way out for you. So don't be pissed that I didn't warn you. That belt is mine for the taking, Rage. And I'm going to rip it out of your hands, take all of your teeth and shove them down your throat, and leave you bloodied and battered like nobody else's business! So I suggest you fuck off, say your prayers to the god of your choice, then surrender peacefully or there won't be any remorse for you. You understand me, you worthless shit? You better!

As for Steve Ramone, you are a pain in my ass! How dare you get in my way! It is YOUR FAULT for making me lose time and again! Now it's time for you to suffer God's wrath! Yes, you heard me. I AM GOD! I am immortal and cannot be destroyed! You've been nothing but a little BITCH! Squirming and squealing like a little pig, asking why can't I have this or why can't I go there. Give me a fucking break, loser! You and Rage are going to get what you deserve if you also don't walk away peacefully. This is your last chance, Steve Ramone. No more games, no more distractions, no more cowardly tactics to use at your disposal! If you decide to say no, then you're going to witness, first hand, as to why I am THE GREATEST FIGHTER ALIVE! Tell me something, you worthless bastard; when you go to sleep, you don't dream of your closest friends or family, do you? No, of course not! Because all you've been doing is accelerating yourself to the inevitable - an incredible ass-kicking by a GOD! Just like Rage, you're going to be publicly embarrassed and humiliated in front of the whole world! That Internet championship belt WAS NEVER YEARS and it will never happen. I'm going to snuff out that dream at Summer XXXTreme, Steve Ramone. You, Rage, and every person that I've stood up against know of my AMAZING reputation! And the fact is, pal - I don't have to be a nice guy to get what I want! I'm not a babyface, as you hear in the wrestling world. I no longer please the fans. I PLEASE MYSELF! And I'm going to break all the rules I can to make my dream happen as the NEXT Internet champion once more! What do you think about that, Steve? You literally don't have a chance in this battle, because I'm going to conquer them competition to the dust and leave nothing but a trail of death and destruction in my wake! You're nothing but a VICTIM and you've been nothing but a thorn by my side! You're going down and it doesn't matter who I pin or submit at the PPV, one thing is for sure - I AM walking away with the title!

As far as I'm concerned, losers, you guys have NOTHING ON ME and I honestly don't care for what you say, think, or even do! When that bell rings, there's no mercy - only punishment. This is your last and final warning - give up now while you can, because you've already angered the beast inside. You push him a little harder and he's going to go ALL-OUT! I don't feel sorry for either one of you - you brought yourselves to this mess and I'm not going to help get out of it. I'm now looking after myself, something that I should have done YEARS AGO! Makes me wonder why I wasted my time with the fans? Fact is, I USED THE FANS TO GET WHAT I WANT! They can boo me all I want, but I am rich, I'm popular, I'm exciting, I'm fresh, and I'm everything the wrestling business ever needed! And it's now MY TIME to become the next SCW Internet champion! So you both go ahead and try to put me down with your words of stupidity and cowardice. All I'm going to do is laugh it off, because in the end, my actions in this matter will be proven and I'll be dominating THE BOTH OF YOU in the match and shoving it in your faces with the fact that I'm BETTER THAN YOU! And you're going to hate me for that, yes, but I don't care. I'm the biggest draw in any federation and I'm going to do what it takes to allow my empire to flourish and live on as the legend that it is now and will be in the future! Now you get of my face and leave me alone....

For I am Kain...THE KING OF KINGS...

And I.....HAVE SPOKEN!!!!!!

[Jake Sullivan]

 Tuesday July 19th
The Jewelers, Inc.
Las Vegas, Nevada

Well...today is the day.  Well not THE day, but the day that will eventually lead to THE day.  Does that make sense?  No?  Okay, well, allow me to make it clearer for you.  Today is the day that Rage, a.k.a The Sin Of Wrath, makes his first visit to a jewelry store and purchases an engagement ring for the woman who will hopefully be his fiancee very soon, Kittie.  Yes, that’s right.  Rage, the guy who has been vehemently AGAINST the idea of marriage his whole adult life is actually changing his tune and will be proposing to Kittie.  

The decision itself wasn’t easy to make, but there’s no going back now.  Well, he probably could, but because he already asked the Sin of Lust, Fantasia, to help him pick out the perfect ring for Kittie, she probably wouldn’t give him a chance to back out now.  Rage feels completely out of his element as he pulls his new 2016 Chevy Camaro into the parking lot of the jewelry store.  Fantasia is already outside waiting for him, and she’s tapping her foot impatiently as she sees watches him park his car.  She walks up to the driver’s side door as he kills the engine and opens the door.

Fantasia: About time.  I thought you were going to get cold feet and change your mind.  Wait...when did you get your license back?

Rage grins as he gets out of the car, closes the door and locks it.

Rage: Last week.  Took longer than I expected, but Synn managed to pull some strings and got the whole mess sorted finally.

Fantasia: Lucky you.  Synn was pretty disappointed with you after that accident.  We all were.  You’re lucky you got him to help you would with that.

Rage rolls his eyes.

Rage: Look, I’m not here to rehash the accident and the whole mess that followed, alright?  We’re here to pick out a damn ring for Kittie and get out of here.  I don’t feel like being here any longer than I have to be.

Fantasia chuckles and shakes her head.

Fantasia: Oh, Rage.  Picking out an engagement ring isn’t going to be as easy as you think, especially for Kittie.  These things take time.

Rage: Grrrreeeaaat...Now can we just get inside?

Fantasia just shakes her head again before she walks up to the door and walks inside.  Rage follows behind her, looking around nervously at the many display cases housing various pieces of jewelry.  As soon as they walk inside, they’re greeted by a middle-aged saleswoman, sporting an eager smile on her face.  Because of Rage’s intimidating size and how out of place he looks, the saleswoman walks up to Fantasia.

Saleswoman: Good afternoon and welcome to The Jewelers Inc.  How may I assist you today?

Fantasia: Hello.  Yes, we’re here to purchase an engagement ring.

The saleswoman glances past Fantasia at Rage and raises a curious eyebrow, but she turns her attention back to Fantasia, doing her best to focus on her instead, and she nods.

Saleswoman: Oh, of course!  We have a wonderful selection of engagement rings right over here.  We have any style you could possibly imagine.

She leads Fantasia over towards the display case of engagement rings and when Rage doesn’t follow right away, Fantasia turns around and clears her throat loudly.  Rage snaps out of whatever trance he is in and follows behind them, stopping directly behind Fantasia.  He glances to the display case at all of the engagement rings and he shakes his head, having no idea which one might end up on Kittie’s finger.

Saleswoman: So, did you have a specific design you were looking for?

Fantasia turns her attention to Rage behind her, looking at him curiously.  He shakes his head and holds up his hands.

Rage: Don’t look at me for an answer to this.  Engagement rings aren’t my thing, Fantasia. Just...look them over and pick something out.  I trust your judgement.

Fantasia: You’ll be paying for the ring, sweetie.  You should at least try to be helpful with this decision.

Rage again shakes his head.

Rage: Like I said, not my thing.  All I can say is, nothing too...flashy.  I’m gonna go look at watches.

Rage quickly makes his way over to the display case with men’s watches and Fantasia just shakes her head disappointedly.  She turns back to the saleswoman with a polite smile.

Fantasia: You’ll have to excuse him.  It was an accomplishment in him even deciding to buy a ring.

The saleswoman just nods and she glances over to Rage as he’s looking over the watches.  She clears her throat and leans closer to Fantasia to be as discreet as possible.

Saleswoman: You know, Miss, if you want my honest opinion.  I’d say that you could find a better man to spend the rest of your life with.  He doesn’t seem very--

Fantasia is taken back by the saleswoman’s presumption and she glares at the woman, folding her arms across her chest.  She looks down to the woman’s left hand and then back up to her face.

Fantasia: I don’t see a ring on your finger, honey.

The saleswoman immediately goes silent and her face flushes red with embarrassment.  She swallows nervously as she takes a try of engagement rings out of the display case, setting them down in front of Fantasia.

Fantasia: And before you go making any further assumptions, Ma’am, the engagement ring is not for me, but the woman he is going to propose to.  As this is all new to him, he asked for my help in choosing something appropriate and I agreed.  Not that it is any of your business.

Saleswoman: I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean--

Fantasia: Why don’t you just do your job and let me look over these beautiful rings, yes?

The saleswoman nods and Fantasia turns her focus down to the many engagement rings in front of her.  She studies each of them carefully, occasionally looking back to Rage.  He’s now seated in a chair near the door, just scratching his head, waiting as patiently as he can.  After looking over several rings and narrowing it down, Fantasia turns around, looking towards Rage.  She clears her throat, trying to get his attention, but he’s off in his own little world.  She clears her throat again, but again he doesn’t hear her and finally she has to call him by a name he has always hated being called.

Fantasia: Jake?

That immediately catches his attention, and he looks up and in her direction.  She motions him to join her.  He lets out a low grumble before he stands up and walks over to them.

Rage: Find something?

Fantasia: I’ve narrowed it down to two, but as you will be the one proposing to Kittie, I think it’s best if you make the final decision.

Rage: I already told you I--

Fantasia narrows her eyes at him and the saleswoman remains absolutely silent following Fantasia’s choice words for her.  Rage lets out a sigh before he looks down at the two rings Fantasia has narrowed it down to.  Rage is thankful that neither are overly flashy and he looks back and forth between the two.  One is more square more like a princess cut, while the other is a round stone.  After some thought Rage points to the round one.

Rage: That one.

Saleswoman: Excellent choice.  This one is an Artcarved round vintage halo one carat diamond set in a 14k white gold band.  Very wise decision.

Fantasia: You made the choice I would have.  I think Kittie will love it.

Rage just nods as the saleswoman takes the other ring and returns it to the display case.

Saleswoman: Let me just grab a box for this real quick and then we’ll get you all checked out.

Rage takes his wallet out of his pocket, removing his credit card.  He hands it off to the saleswoman and she walks off for a few minutes as Fantasia turns to Rage.

Fantasia: Well, now that the ring is all taken care of all that is left for you to do is to pop the question.  What are you planning?

Rage shrugs and runs his hand over his head.

Rage: I honestly have no idea.  I’ll probably just give her the ring at home or something.  I hadn’t really thought about it.

Fantasia lets out a laugh and shakes her head.

Fantasia: Oh don’t you dare!  These things need to be thought out and planned perfectly!  Kittie deserves more than that.

Rage: Fantasia, look at me.  Do I look like the kinda guy to plan this kinda shit out perfectly?  Hell I forgot to ask how much that ring is costing me!

Fantasia laughs again.

Fantasia: Ok let’s think about this.  The Summer XXXTreme Cruise is next week.  Why not do something then?  Perfect setting.  Perfect timing.

Rage starts shaking his head.

Rage: I don’t think so.  There’s too much shit happening on that cruise next week, and I don’t need to be proposing to Kittie on top of it all.  I’ll just--

Fantasia: What all is going on?  Besides your match on Sunday, there’s nothing that says you can’t do this before the show.

Rage: Uhhh, the wedding of Drake Green and his slutty blonde whore?

Fantasia just shakes her head disappointedly.

Fantasia: Rage, just because those two are getting married doesn’t mean you can’t propose the same week.  People get engaged and married all the time.  I think the cruise will be the perfect time to do this.  In fact, let me make a few phone calls, and I’ll get everything set up for you.  Since you have such a hard time doing all the dirty work.  But don’t expect me to propose to Kittie for you.  You have to do that all on your own, big man.

Rage: Yeah, yeah, yeah.  I know.  Fuck.  I’m out of my damn mind.

Fantasia folds her arms across her chest, raising an eyebrow.

Fantasia: What on earth makes you say that?  Why does asking Kittie to marry you make you out of your mind?

Rage: Because, Fantasia.  For as long as I can remember, I’ve never seen myself as a marriage type of guy.  Not only that, but Kittie constantly pushes my damn buttons every day.

Fantasia laughs.

Fantasia: Well, something changed your mind, didn’t it?  You must love her enough to go through with this.  And so the two of you fight.  Even the couples that are meant for each other fight and go through difficult times.  

Rage opens his mouth to respond , but the saleswoman returns with the ring, Rage’s receipt and credit card.  She hands them all off to him and he signs the credit card slip and hands it back to her and she smiles politely at him.

Saleswoman: Is there anything else I can help you with today?

Rage takes the box that the ring is in and puts it in his pocket and shakes his head.

Rage: No, thanks.  I think my credit card has had enough damage for today.

Saleswoman: Very well.  If you have any questions or need help with anything in the future, we’d love to have your business again.  And an early congratulations as well.  I’m sure she’s a very lucky lady.

Fantasia just narrows her eyes a bit at the obvious lie the woman was telling, but she says nothing in response.  

Rage: Yeah, thanks.  Come on Fantasia, let’s go.

Rage quickly turns and heads for the door with Fantasia following behind him.  He quickly heads towards his car with Fantasia right behind him.  The two don’t notice, but parked a few spaces down from them is a bright red Ford Mustang driven by a very familiar, and unwanted face...Rage’s ex, Electra Blaze.  She has her window down and she has a surprised look on her face as she listens to the rest of their conversation.

Fantasia: Don’t worry about anything, Rage.  I’ll let you know the details, but I’ll get everything sorted out so this can be perfect for the two of you, alright?

Rage: Easy for you to say.  Proposing is going to be the fucking difficult part!

Fantasia: You’ll be fine, and everything will go fine.  For what it’s worth, I’m proud of you and I’m truly happy for you.  And for Kittie.

Rage just rolls his eyes as he unlocks his car and opens the door.

Rage: Yeah, thanks.  And remember what I said.  Don’t say a fucking word to anyone.  They’ll all find out if she actually says yes.  Got it?

Fantasia: You have my word.

Rage: Good.  Now you better get back to Shane before he starts getting suspicious or some shit.

Fantasia lets out another laugh and she waves that off pretty quickly.

Fantasia: Oh, honey, he has nothing to be suspicious about.  No offense to you, but you’re really not my type.

Rage rolls his eyes.

Rage: Whatever.  Just call me when you have the details.

Fantasia: I’ll have them as soon as I can.  Just try and relax for now and focus on getting ready for your match against Steve and Kain.

Rage lets out a laugh.

Rage: Yeah, sure thing.  See ya later, Fantasia.

Fantasia just pats Rage on the back before she turns and walks away to her own vehicle.  Rage quickly gets behind the wheel and roars the engine to life.  Moments later he speeds off down the street and Electra turns her head, watching him before she drives off a distance behind him.  But what Electra fails to realize is that Fantasia saw her follow behind Rage, and the Sin of Lust immediately pulled out her cell phone to warn Rage.



Electra continues following behind Rage’s car as he gets closer to his home.  She tries to keep a safe distance so he doesn’t spot her, but when she sees him pull over to the side of the road, she has a feeling that she’s been caught.  So she pulls over behind him and before she can even cut the engine, Rage is out of his own vehicle quickly approaching hers.  He has a vicious look in his eyes, but Electra isn’t intimidated by it.  She never has been as long as she had known him.

Rage: You think I’m fucking stupid, Electra?!

Rage stands directly in front of Electra’s car, shouting at her as she finally kills the engine and steps out of the car.  Rage is fuming as he glares at his stalker of an ex, and if there weren’t cars speeding by, he probably would have done something stupid.

Electra: No, I don’t think you’re stupid, Rage.  But my guess is that a certain someone tipped you off today.

Rage: It doesn’t matter how I fucking figured it out.  Why the fuck are you following me?!  I’ve got more important shit to worry about than you going into fucking stalker mode again, so just cut the shit.

Electra: More important like buying an engagement ring?

Rage narrows his eyes and snarls at her.  He takes a step towards her, pointing a threatening finger at her.

Rage: That’s none of your business, do you understand me?  I have a title defense coming up in less than two weeks, and I really don’t feel like worrying about when you’re going to show up again!

Electra: So quit having to worry about it and just listen to what I have to tell you!  You want to propose to Kittie, fine.  Go right ahead!  But before you do, there’s something you need to know.

Rage laughs and shakes his head.

Rage: I already know everything I need to know, Electra!  You’re a fucking crazy stalker bitch and you need to stay the fuck away from me and Kittie!

Electra reaches into the pocket of her jeans, pulling out what appears to be a picture of some kind.  She tries to take a step towards Rage, but he holds his hand up, stopping her in the process.

Electra: Rage, please.  Listen to me.  Really listen to me.  I’m not trying to come between you and Kittie.  I’m not trying to win you back!  I’m trying to--

Rage: FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME, ELECTRA, I DON’T FUCKING CARE!

Electra finally takes a step back, but she holds the picture in her hand, her facial expression falling.  She’s left speechless and Rage just breathes heavily, still staring at her with a warning glare.

Rage: This is your last warning, Electra, and I mean it.  Stay the FUCK away from me, because if you come around me again, you’re not gonna like what happens.  Whatever it is that you think is so important to tell me, doesn’t matter.  I don’t fucking care, and I never will, so quit coming around and just fucking give up already!  All you’re doing is pissing me off even more!

Electra: Trust me, Rage, it DOES matter!  It IS important, because if it weren’t--

Electra is quickly cut off when Rage balls up his fist and brings it crashing down on the hood of Electra’s car!  A massive dent is left behind and Electra just shakes her head, disappointed.

Rage: Last fucking warning, Electra...

Rage then turns and storms back to his car.  Moments later he roars the engine to life and speeds off down the road, leaving a trail of dust behind him.  Electra fans away the dust from her face and shakes her head.

Electra: Well...I didn’t really want to do what is coming next, but he’s left me no choice.

Electra then gets back into her car and starts the engine, turning and heading in the opposite direction.



Saturday July 23rd
Countdown Until The Cruise Sets Sail

Just twenty-four hours to go until the Royal Princess Cruise ship sets sail from Los Angeles, California.  Twenty-four hours until the Summer XXXTreme IV week officially begins, and most SCW Superstars and Bombshells are anxious to get this cruise underway.  The Internet Champion, Rage, unfortunately is not one of those people.  He’s been moody and brooding for various reasons the entire week, and right now, he’s finishing packing his bags for the cruise.

He’s just finished putting the last of his clothes into his bag and he walks over to his dresser, opening up the top drawer.  He digs around for a moment until he pulls out the small box with Kittie’s engagement ring inside and he walks it over to his bag.  He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath before put shoves the ring into his bag and then zips it closed.  Just as he does this, Kittie’s voice behind him nearly causes the big man to jump out of his skin.

Kittie Got something you want to tell me, big man?

Rage jumps and quickly turns around, automatically assuming Kittie spotted the ring box, but he tries to act innocent.

Rage: Huh?  No.  I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.

Kittie shakes her head with a laugh and steps inside their room.  

Kittie Bullshit.  You’ve been acting weird all week, and I’m pretty sure I know why.

Rage: Again, I have no idea--

Kittie You’re fucking nervous for this match next Sunday!  I can see it written all over your damn face!

Rage’s eyes widen for a moment, thankful that Kittie is still completely unaware of what actually has him nervous.  She’s still completely oblivious, and that is how it has to stay...for now.  He shakes his head quickly and lets out a laugh before he takes his duffel bag and walks it over to Kittie’s which is already sitting by the door.

Rage: Trust me, I’m not nervous about my match.  I’m FAR from nervous about that shit.

Kittie Okay, then what the hell is your problem, because you sure as shit have looked nervous about something.  Oh, wait...I think I know now!

Rage looks blankly at her, hoping she hasn’t figured it out.

Kittie You get seasick, don’t you?

Rage: Kittie, I’m not fucking nervous about anything, alright?  Just drop it.

Kittie Well if you’re not nervous about anything, then what the hell is your problem.  You need to have your head one hundred percent focused on this damn match, because if you go out there and lose to Steve Ramone or Kain--

Rage lets out a loud growl, growing more frustrated with Kittie’s constant nagging.  He didn’t want to tell her about what happened with Electra, but he had to tell her something.

Rage: Look, if you must know, I ran into Electra the other day.  That’s my fucking problem.  That’s why I’ve been on edge all week, but don’t freak out about it like I think you’re going to do, because if she shows up again--

Kittie IF she shows up again?!  A lot of good that fucking restraining order did!  I don’t know how the hell she can stay hidden from those guys to avoid being served the fucking papers, but she’s apparently not going to stop.

Rage: Oh she will.  One way or another, she will.  Like I was trying to say, if she shows up again, she won’t like what’s going to happen to her, because it’ll be worse than last time.

Kittie Dude, if she shows up again, you’re letting ME handle the bitch.  You’re not laying a finger on her because we don’t need you getting arrested.  Me on the other hand?  I can handle this one.

Kittie has a wicked smile on her face, quietly hoping Electra tries something again.  Rage shakes his head.

Rage: Look, we’ll deal with it if it happens...

Kittie You mean when it happens, because you know she’s going to show up again.  That psycho bitch is obsessed.  What the hell did she say this time, anyway?

Rage: She keeps saying the same damn thing.  She just has something important to tell me, but if it was that important, she would have said it by now and not tried to get me alone or some shit like that.  I don’t care what she has to tell me, Kittie.  None of it fucking matters.

Kittie thinks for a moment, folding her arms across her chest.  Rage stares at her, waiting for her to say something.

Rage: What?

Kittie Ya know, I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, but...maybe you should let her say whatever she has to say and go from there.  The bitch obviously isn’t going to stop until she pours her psycho heart out to you.

Rage rolls his eyes and quickly turns around, throwing his hands in the air.  He walks over and plops down on the edge of the bed with Kittie following him.

Rage: Kittie, I don’t need to be worrying about that shit right now.  I have to focus on making sure Steve and Kain don’t fucking take my title, because need I remind you that I don’t need to be pinned to lose this match?  Kain could easily pin Steve or vice versa and fuck if I’m gonna let that happen because I let myself get too damn distracted with everything else fucking going on.

Kittie So then don’t fucking let it.  It’s that simple.  Besides, the only way what she has to say to you would distract you is if she actually made the mistake of showing up on the cruise.  Which, if she’s smart, she won’t because I will throw her ass overboard and feed her to the sharks.

Rage: Either way...I’d rather not be thinking about Electra at all or worrying about if and when the next time she’s going to show up.  I just want to focus on my match next week and only that right now.

Kittie shrugs.

Kittie Fair enough, I suppose.  I was going to suggest a temporary distraction of my own, but...

Kittie smirks and Rage raises an eyebrow.  She’s about to turn and head towards the door, but Rage leans forward and grabs her by the arm, pulling her towards him.

Rage: Fuck that...I hope Phil has his ear plugs handy...

Kittie He left a little while ago, actually.

Rage grins.

Rage: Even better.

He then pulls her shirt up and over her head, tossing it on to the floor before she straddles his lap and kisses him before the collapse backwards on to the bed, and the rest...well, you get the picture!



Here we go again.  Here...we fucking go...again.  Not only do I find myself in yet ANOTHER triple threat match at a supercard, but one of my opponents is also an undeserving prick who EVERYONE knows shouldn’t have been put in this match in the fucking first place!  Seriously, if this shit doesn’t stop, I’ll just hand in the fucking title and walk the fuck away, because this is bullshit, and I’m sick to fucking death of trying to wrap my head around why it keeps fucking happening!

It’s no secret that Kain made his most recent return at Into The Void V, and did what he always does.  He chose a fucking champion to attack from behind and made his intentions on going after said title pretty fucking clear.  The lucky champion this time?

Me.

Yeah, I think you all know that didn’t sit well with me.  I’m surprised the bastard didn’t go after J2H and the World Heavyweight Championship, because everyone knows he turned into a fucking sore loser and a pussy after he lost the World Heavyweight Championship last year and left for “personal reasons” like he always does.  So I guess that gives him the fucking right to just come back and immediately go after a title, right?

Oh, wait...No.  I’m forgetting.  He’s a Hall of Famer now.  He can do whatever the fuck he wants, right?

WRONG!

I don’t give a hairless rat’s ass if he’s a Hall of Famer or not.  He doesn’t deserve that shit, either, regardless of the fact that he’s a Grand Slam Champ in this place.  His actions speak a hell of a lot louder than his title reigns do and what has happened every time he’s lost a big title opportunity or even a title itself?  The jackass has tucked his tail between his legs and fucked off!  

And he wants MY title?!  

Ain’t fucking happening!

But, when he came back I said, alright...let’s see how this plays out.  He has to win a few matches and EARN his shot at my title anyway, so let’s wait and see.  So what happens?  He fucking loses.  Not once.  Not twice.  THREE fucking times!  Three matches since his return and he lost every...fucking...one!  After the third match I thought to myself, alright...that bitch ain’t getting his title shot anytime soon so I can just focus on beating Steve Ramone’s ass all by myself.

Wrong again!

Imagine my surprise when I look at the card for Summer XXXTreme IV and see that, what I thought would be a one on one against Steve Ramone, was instead a triple threat match against Steve and Kain!  How the FUCK does that shit happen?  Seriously, somebody better give me the answer to that one, because that baffles me more than Matt Spears and Markus Reeves getting their shots in recent weeks.

Now, that all being said, is that going to stop me from going into this match and beating the fucking shit out of Kain and sending his ass back to the bottom of the barrel?  Fuck no!  If you couldn’t tell, I have a hell of a lot of aggression built up about this shit, and proving Kain to be the little pussy BITCH that he is...well, that will bring a wicked smile to my face.

But, Kain is just one factor in this match.  He’s the most irrelevant factor in this match if you want my honest opinion, because there’s been one annoying thorn in my side for the past few weeks, and my buddy Gabriel knows just what it’s like to have the self proclaimed “Fearless One” thinking he’s better than you.  Steve Ramone ain’t shit, and I think I proved that last week on Climax Control.  And if he comes back saying that what I did to him was nothing?  Well...there’s plenty more where that came from.

And it’s all ten fucking times worse, at least.

Steve Ramone is the kinda guy that thinks he’s worthy of every damn title in this place, but you know what happens?  He loses.  Time after time, he fucking loses.  And then what happens after that?  He moves on to the next title, thinking he actually stands a chance at that one.  

Sure, he won the Roulette Championship, and he held it for...well, not very fucking long, but what makes him think that if he can’t hold on to the Roulette Championship or if he can’t win that fucking title back, that he even stands a CHANCE and winning the Internet title or even keeping that one?  He fucking doesn’t!  But I can tell ya what’s gonna happen after this one.

He’ll jump after the World Heavyweight Championship next, because without a fucking title around his waist, he knows he’s nothing.  But guess what?  Ain’t a chance in hell he’ll be the one to take that belt off of J2H, or Despy if things go in Despayre’s favor on Sunday.  No, Steve Ramone needs to take his annoying ass back to the line of people going after the Roulette belt, because that’s where he fucking belongs.  

I tell ya, the list of “challengers” in this fucking place is getting slimmer by the minute, ain’t it?  These assholes are all walking around, claiming they deserve title shot after title shot, but none of them can prove a damn thing when it comes down to it.  Only ones who have proven a damn thing recently are the guys holding ALL of the championships at this very moment.

James Tuscini- the roulette champ.  And even that is laughable.

Team BJ **rolls eyes**- the World Tag Champs.  Still don’t know how those two ever became a team, but whatever.

Me...Rage…- the Internet Champ.  And it’s going to stay that way for a long fucking time.

And J2H- the World Heavyweight Champ...at least until Sunday.  Like him or hate him, even I can’t deny he’s proved every damn day he deserves that fucking title.  But Despayre’s gonna take that title from him on Sunday, so it really doesn’t matter at this point.

My point is...ya haven’t seen the titles getting tosses around from person to person recently, have ya?  It’s been pretty consistent lately, and it ain’t about to change anytime soon with the guys that keep going after all the titles.  At least, not where the Internet Championship is concerned.  I’m sure the other guys will do their part as best they fucking can, but if you ask me, aside from Despayre going after the World Heavyweight Championship, ain’t none of these other guys worth the title shots they’re getting.  

Especially not Steve Ramone or Kain.  

One week to go, guys.  One week until the three of us step into that ring.  Three guys.  One title.  There can be only one winner, and hate to break it to ya guys, but I’m walking in as champ, and I’m walking out still Internet Champ.

And there’s not a damn thing either of you can do or say that will change that.

See you next Sunday, fuckers!

[Christian Underwood]

 The first RP period is over. All RPs posted from here will count towards RP period two!

Second RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Friday 07/29/2016
England: 04:59am Saturday 07/30/2016

[Kain]

 Out of my way!

I bellowed that statement as I pushed a few people aside and opened up the doors to a famous bar called Cliff's Bell. My wife was was me for the night, as we hired a babysitter to watch over the kids.

We didn't want to go to a famous restaurant for our date night. Instead, a table with a few drinks will do.

Taking my hand, my wife pulled me into the crowd and we walked through them. Techno music was blaring and people were dancing on the dance floor, having a good time already. Me, on the other hand, I just wanted to relax in a seat and enjoy the night's festivities, even if it was noisy!

We found ourselves a table and sat down. A waiter came over and pulled out a pad and pencil. He knew us from before, since we've frequented the bar planet of times during our stay here in Detroit.

Waiter: What will your order be?

We both said water only and that we would check the menus in awhile. As he left, I took my wife's hands and we stared at each other's eyes.

Then she spoke.

Ariel: Are you ready for the match?

I nodded. We were secluded enough to the point of where the music wasn't as loud as it should be, so we were able to hear ourselves quite clearly.

Kain: I'm as ready as I can be, love. All of my preparations are complete and I'm as good as I can be. Rage and Steve Ramone will not be pleased with what I'm about to do to them.

Ariel: But what about your three losses?

I shook my head.

Kain: Well, I didn't do any thing wrong. People got in my way all the time and I don't like it when some tall, muscular idiot like Casey Williams try to take it all away from me, so I walked out on him. People should know better. He didn't. I'm not worried about those losses.

I took a quick look at the crowd and gestured towards them.

Like Rage, like Steve Ramone, they are simply in a state of unknowing or not caring about the situation they are in. They are complacent, thinking that nothing will change. But I'm not one of those people, Lisa. When I want something, I take it. I'm going to take myself out of this crowd and put myself in a league of my own standing and caliber. That way, people can look at me and know for a fact that he's truly the real deal. I never stopped believing in myself, not once. This is nothing more but a setback. I'm ready to go back into that ring and claim the title for my own, beautiful.

The waiter returned with our glasses of water and set them down on the table.

Waiter: Anything else you guys need at the moment?

We shook our heads in response and he walked away as we resumed our conversation.

Ariel: I know that you got this, Alex. You've always seemed to find a way to get the job done, as you've always been. No doubt the SCW Internet championship belt will be yours, but Rage and Steve Ramone try to sell themselves as better men. They're not. I've seen how they fight and while their strengths look and seem powerful, there's always a weakness to them and I know that you'll be able to expose those weaknesses in no time.

Kain: I know, I've got this. This is really going to be a piece of cake. But for now, let's enjoy the rest of the night to ourselves. I'll deal with those assholes later. Let's go out to the dance floor and have a good time, shall we?

After drinking a little bit of water, we stepped out of our table and started making our way to the dance floor. A lot of people recognized me from the dance floor and wished luck to me for the match, which I thanked him for. But I'm not going to be so nice to either of those men.

As I started dancing the night away with Ariel, my mind continues to think a lot of the match and what it's in store for me. If I'm able to defeat Steve and Rage somehow, then it's going to be a major feat for me.

Both of them will regret messing with me for a long time....

* * *

Kain: In my world, I'm the one that rules everything. I'm the one that knows how to get the job done and walk away like it's no one else's business! To tell me that I won't be handed the title? To be told that you're going to stay as a champion? To be told that I won't earn anything at all?

Such bullshit!

See, when I'm around here, it's best that you do WHAT YOU'RE TOLD and when that happens, there won't be any fucking problems. But someone like Rage, who is in complete denial of my skill and strength, is finally going to discover the cold, hard facts - what you say isn't going to happen. What you say isn't going to be the way you turned out at the end of the night. I find myself in utter disbelief that this worthless piece of shit, is somehow sticking to his guns and clinging onto this serious belief that he's walking out of that match alive and with the title.

Neither will happen and I honestly doubt that Steve Ramone will be able to do anything against me either. I'm not even convinced by the arguments that these two rejects continue to try and shove down my throats! In fact, I find it both pitiful and laughable that guys like Steve Ramone and Rage are fully functioning as brainless souls. It's time to take out two trash bags, dump these two clowns into them, and throw away the trash, because I'm done with these fools that think they're better than me in some form. I'm sick to death hearing about how I have NO CHANCE or that I'm irreverent! Excuse me, assholes, but my accomplishments speak for themselves and I'm not going away anytime soon. Both of you dipshits better realize this fact now. Kain doesn't move for any man and their ideologies!

Rage. I'll get to you in a bit, because Steve's far more annoying to deal with than you. Let me focus...on my RAGE for Steve Ramone for a bit, if you will. Ha!

Steve Ramone, for all of your senseless tirades, this is by far the worst that I've ever had to deal with.

Let's talk about the first loss that I was handed to since coming back. First and foremost, you seem to forget the fact that it was Rage who costed me the match on behalf of YOUR FAVOR. It wasn't justified retaliation on his part, but rather a moment of anger that's sadly misplaced! Second, your ability as a wrestler doesn't equate to my ability. You see, I HAD YOU. I was STILL going to get back up and fighting on, like how I always do. You cannot handle me in a one-on-one situation. You cannot do anything unless you have found some method of cheating or when you're with friends.

You didn't pin me. You didn't submit me.

I suggest you let both facts sink into that thick skull of yours. When I face you again, next time, in a one-on-one combat situation, Rage won't be saving you this time. In fact, no one will. But this situation allows me to finally kill two birds with one stone. I DO belong in this match. Hell, I belong in ANY championship match that I'm given at any point, at any time! Why should I need to suffer your worthless presence these days? You do not belong in this match. You are a coward. That fact was proven when your "awesome" music blew up in my face and allowed Connor Murphy the win. I put the blame on you.

It was no happy accident! It was done PURELY BY DESIGN! You HATE ME. You HATE everything that I stand for, as does Rage, the only thing that you both have in common when it comes to me. You do not want me to be there, so you're trying to do EVERYTHING in your power to get into my world and try to faze me. That's not going to work at all. All you've done is push me to the very limit and now it's exploded! I hope you're truly happy in getting what you wanted out of me this time. The beast that's inside is coming out to play and he's NOT in a happy mood.

Do you know what that means, Steve?

Your death. Your ultimate destruction!

And please, don't bother getting me into the guilt trip about Casey Williams's sad predicament! I knew he wasn't up to the goods. I knew that he wouldn't be able to do the job. In fact, I NEVER needed him. That's why I walked away. I don't care - he doesn't deserve to be in the same spotlight as I do. Only I need to be there and I'm not going to share it with ANYONE ELSE. So I'll be glad to do what's best for me and not what's best for anybody else. So don't you EVER tell me that I did the wrong thing. Asshole. I did the right thing for Casey and for everyone else that saw the final match. That loss is not my fault and it's certainly not my responsibility to carry someone that has not been doing well for himself. He's a failure in both life and in wrestling. No need to deal with pathetic garbage.

Like you. Like Rage.

See, when I take a look at the card, I'm supposed to be in excellent matches that DO demand my time. But this? How am I supposed to take this match seriously when I got two numbskulls that think they are everything they claim to be...and yet they're not? You claim to be the guy that has it all, but once I destroy you, how would you feel then? Worthless, of course. A failure, if you will. But I'm only in this match for the sake of the title alone. It's MINE TO HAVE. It's MINE to claim! Rage should have done what I simply asked and walked away. You should have to - my glorious achiemenvets alone should have been enough to instill enough fear into you. But it seems like it's not enough. A severe beating will have to do if my point has to be proven around here. I'm not afraid of you. I'm not afraid of Rage.

What can you do to a man that's afraid of nothing?

Look deep inside yourself, Steve. All you have is a couple of friends, some hot chick, and your inadequate wrestling career. It's not enough to save you from the Hell I'm about to put you through, Steve. You should have ran when I gave you the chance, but since you decided to somehow grow up a pair and stand up to me, then I'm afraid you're going to end up paying the ultimate price. That's not my fault - it's yours. Time for you to bow down to the King and constantly beg for forgiveness, and admit the fact that I'm your fucking superior in EVERY WAY!

I'm not talking about my awesome looks, Steve.

I'm talking about my skill.

My strength.

My ability.

My intelligence!

After all, Steve, as the saying goes, "Rome wasn't built in a day." I developed my look to be as flawless and sublime as it can possibly. Your stupid looks, your poor choice of words, your idiotic judgments, and your abyssal antics have done NOTHING to impress me. Luck saved you from me by Rage's hand and you cost my match against Connor Murphy. Now you're going to pay. The beast is unleashed and there's no turning back for a deluded, ignorant asshole like you!

Rage.

Where do I begin with your idiocy?

To tell me that I've lost three matches. To tell me that I don't belong or that I'm irreverent.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Is this what I've come to expect from the guy that has MY TITLE?

I can't believe you'd be THIS STUPID!.

Rage, let me make a couple of things clear to you. Yes, I've attacked you from behind and I've my intentions clear.

But really, who's the pussy-ass BITCH around here? Certainly ain't me! I did my job correctly! I told you exactly what I wanted from my devastating assault against you in the last Supercard. I WANT YOUR TITLE. IT IS MINE TO CLAIM AND IT IS MINE TO HAVE! What you should have done is accepted the fact that I'm much more tougher, aggressive, and a lot stronger than you, handed over my title, and walked away! But NO! You HAD to dat same thing to me, because you're nothing but a WORTHLESS BITCH! You attacked me from behind, you screamed into my ear, telling me some of the most stupidest crap I've EVER had to hear (all, which by the way, was heard AND IGNORED COMPLETELY!) and walked away like you had a good time.

That's nothing new. Certainly nothing relevant! Do you know the extent of your stupidity and how far it's grown up to this point? It's blown up to the point of where I've said ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.

And you did that to me in the first match that I came back to. YOU DID THIS. YOU! You couldn't leave me well enough alone. Steve Ramone was going to perish by my hands and you saved him. And here I thought you weren't a team-player that didn't need anyone. Obviously, you wanted to AID Steve Ramone and pissing me off at the same time with that loss. I'm not going to take that down easily. Somehow, you CARE enough about keeping people alive long enough for you to finish the job, Rage.

That's you. You doing what you always do - let them live long enough to suffer your punishment. But what about you? Have you been through hell before? Not like this, Rage. You may have faced and beaten me before, but trust me, when I'm done with inflicting enough pain and suffering onto you, you won't be getting up. You won't be getting back the SCW Internet championship belt and as far as I'm concerned, you're not getting the belt EVER AGAIN!

So tell me - when I do win the match, that's going to make you frown, isn't it? Good! Because I'll be the one smiling!

After all, I'm considered the biggest draw in SCW Wrestling history. I deserve everything I've gotten and more. Why I left is honesty none of your business, Rage. I came back now and that's what you should be worried about. You tell your friends that you're not nervous about the match - BUT YOU SHOULD BE! Not because of Steve Ramone, of course. I mean, who gives two fucks about that guy? I don't and I'm surprised that YOU ARE more concerned about him than I, a great mistake for you to make, if you ask me. But that's why I'm here for this match.

Because the bosses decided it.

Because they knew that I would make them more money than anyone else ever could, even J2H. That's the only thing that I agree with you on - so far, he's doing a great job, but once he faces me, it's going to be a different story to tell, believe me on that! But to tell me that your boy, Despayre, will win it? I'd like to see him try...AND FAIL!

Because they know that I deserve something special around my waist once more.

Because the fans demand me! Unlike you, they crave a BETTER MONSTER than you will ever be. I don't care how tough you look or how intelligent you try to pose yourself. Neither factor doesn't bother me IN THE SLIGHTEST! A lot of people have pushed me to their limits, but one way or another, I THRIVE! I SURVIVE! I LIVE TO EXIST AND EVENTUALLY WIN! This is going to be one of those moments, Rage, where you're going to think differently about me. Everyone does, one way or another.

By taking away your SCW Internet championship belt, you're not going to be the man of the house anymore. I AM! I suggest you start getting that cold, hard fact into your brain, Rage. I'm done with you. I'm done with assholes like you who think they are better than me, who think they can do what they believe. None of that matters to me. I'm an SCW Hall-Of-Famer! I'm the first-ever Grand-Slam champion! I've already knocked it out of the ballpark plenty of times before you ever made a dent into my world. It's my life, my choices, my rules, Rage, and you'd be wise to obey them all.

I'm not wrong in ANYTHING.

I do what I want!

I do what I please! If I decide that someone's ass needs to get kicked, then FUCK YES I will!

You do not have the authority or the power to tell me what's factual, what's right, or important. In fact, you mean NOTHING to me at all. At Summer XXXTreme, I plan on changing your worthless, fucking life by putting YOU back to the bottom of the food chain! I plan on making you bleed and cry like the PUSSY-ASS BITCH THAT YOU ARE!!!!!! Once I'm done with you, I will be the one laughing in your FACE, because I plan on stopping you and putting an end to your reign! Nothing you can say or do to me at this point will hurt me.

I'm done talking to these clueless fools! When Sunday arrives, there's no chance in either of you walking away from the title. I am the King and when you step into my court, your only chance at mercy is BOWING to me and acknowledging the fact that I am AMAZING in every way possible. You dare to strike me down and I'll put you both down for good. When that happens, two bodies, filled with blood and crippled bones, will be broken and left for dead. I don't care whose bones I break or who I chose to make an example out of; by the end of the night, I will be the NEXT SCW Internet champion!  Trust me, I may have lost three matches, but I plan on winning the war and ending up victorious when it's all said and done.

For I am Kain....

THE KING OF KINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And I....HAVE SPOKEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Jake Sullivan]

 Tuesday July 26th
Panic Mode- Extreme!
7 A.M

Day three of the Summer XXXTreme Cruise is just starting, and the atmosphere on board has been nothing short of exciting.  The fans and superstars and Bombshells alike are all taking advantage of the various appearances and events scheduled from day to day, while also finding time to relax and just enjoy the aspects from the cruise.  It’s still early in the morning, and most are either still sleeping, or just starting to rise for the day.  A select few others have, of course, been awake all night partying and just having a good time.

Internet Champion, Rage, is not one of those people.

He’s been up for going on three hours, and after giving up on falling back asleep, he decided to head to gym for an early workout.  He made sure to leave quietly, though, as Kittie was still sleeping soundly when he got out of bed.

When he walked through the doors leading to the gym, he was glad to see he was the only one there, at least for the moment anyway.  He headed straight for the weights and used the time to clear his head.  Or try to at least, because there were a couple of things plaguing the big man’s mind at the moment.  And neither was his upcoming title defense against Steve Ramone and Kain.

The biggest thing on Rage’s mind right at this very moment?  How he’s going to actually build the courage to propose to Kittie.

After he finishes his workout, he leaves the gym and starts heading back to his and Kittie’s room.  But as he is walking there, he’s hit with an oncoming panic attack.  It’s never happened before, but he knows exactly why.  He leans against the wall and takes his phone out of his pocket, immediately pulling up his contacts and finding the person he needs to call.  He brings the phone up to his ear and waits for the person on the other end to answer.  After a few rings, he’s relieved when she does.

Fantasia: Hello?

She sounds like she was just waking up, but Rage doesn’t seem to care.  He takes in a deep breath before he goes on a full blown tangent.

Rage: I...I can’t do it, Fantasia.  It’s a fucking stupid idea, and I can’t do it.  What the fuck was I thinking?!

Fantasia: Whoa, whoa, whoa, Rage.  Calm down.  What are you talking about?

Rage: You know what I’m talking about!  I can’t ask can’t propose to Kittie!  Not only will she laugh in my face, but I’m standing here on the verge of a panic attack and I have a match on Sunday!  This was a seriously fucked up idea!

Fantasia lets out a sigh as Rage runs his hand over his head.  There are still beads of sweat from his workout, but some perspiration is also from him panicking.

Fantasia: Rage, listen to me, sweetie.  You need to calm down and really listen to me.

Rage takes in a few deep breaths and lets Fantasia talk.

Fantasia: You’re nervous, I understand that.  But you’re also way too invested in this now to turn back.  The arrangements have already been made and you are going to go through with this.  Kittie will not laugh in your face.  Not as long as you do this the right way and don’t make a fool of yourself.

Rage: THAT is supposed to make me feel better?!

Fantasia chuckles a bit.

Fantasia: No, I suppose not.  But it should get you to open your eyes.  You took a huge step in buying the ring.  You let me set up the details, which I am NOT calling to cancel now.  I understand you have a match on Sunday, but think of it this way.  This is a positive thing to do heading into the match.  You’ll ask Kittie to marry you.  She’ll accept your proposal and then you’ll go on to Summer XXXTreme and successfully defend your title.

Before Rage has a chance to get a word out in response, he hears another familiar voice on the other end of the phone.  Fantasia’s better half- The Sin of Pride, “Sxxxy” Shane Boswell.  And judging by his reaction, he just heard everything Fantasia said.

“Wait...what?!  Peanut head is proposing to Kittie?!”

Rage closes his eyes and lets out a sigh.

Rage: Well isn’t that just great.  Now Shane knows!

Fantasia: Unintentionally, Rage.  He just got out of the shower and happened to walk in.  I’ll make sure he doesn’t say anything.

Rage: It doesn’t matter, because I’m not going through with it!  And tell him he better keep his mouth shut regardless!

Fantasia: Rage, listen to me.  You ARE going through with this!  You’re understandably nervous, but I really think this will be a huge step in the right direction for you.  And for Kittie.  You’re going to go to dinner tomorrow night.  Clear your head of any negative thoughts and have a good time, and at some point in the night, you’re going to present that beautiful ring and ask Kittie to marry you.  Do you understand me?

Rage takes in another deep breath and he shakes his head even though Fantasia can’t see it.

Rage: And what if I don’t?

Fantasia: Trust me, you don’t want to know the answer to that question, Rage.  Quit trying to chicken out of this, because after all the help I’ve given you, I’m not going to let that happen.

“Peanut head needs to find his bollocks apparently!”

Rage: Remind me to bust his jaw next time I see him.

Fantasia: There will be none of that, because next time you see him, we’ll all have plenty to celebrate.  Your’s and Kittie’s engagement.  Your successful title defense.  Chris winning the Roulette Championship.  And Despayre bringing the World Heavyweight Championship to the Sins where it belongs.  Summer XXXTreme is bringing great things, trust me.

Rage: What the fuck has happened to me, Fantasia?

Fantasia chuckles again.

Fantasia: It’s called change, Rage.  Change is a good thing.  You’re growing as a person.  You’re evolving, but you’ve got it stuck in your head that it’s a bad thing when it’s really not.  You’ll always be a Sin if that is what you’re worried about.  You’re just strengthening the bonds of this unconventional family of ours.  Relax.

Shane laughs in the background.

Rage: Tell Shane to please shut the fuck up, because he’s not helping.

Fantasia: Don’t you worry about him, Rage.  Just focus on having a great time on that cruise, personally and competitively.  Everything will fall into place!

Rage: Yeah, we’ll see about that.  Look, I’ll let you go for now.  I’ll let you know what happens.

Fantasia: I better be the first to know.  Good luck, Rage.  And don’t forget to dress somewhat nice!

Rage nods.

Rage: Yeah, yeah, thanks.  Talk to you soon.

The two exchange their goodbyes and Rage ends the call.  He takes in another deep breath and returns his phone to his pocket.  He stands tall and regains his composure before he starts heading back to his room, and along the way, he tries to take Fantasia’s advice and clear his mind of any negative thoughts.



Wednesday
7:30 P.M
A Raging Proposal!

The night is finally here.  The moment is drawing closer, and Rage couldn’t be more nervous.  Kittie can tell something is up as the two of them are making their way to dinner for the night.  Kittie has no idea it’s just going to be the two of them, but she does know that something is up because not only is Rage dressed somewhat nice, but he made sure that she was, too.

Kittie: Alright, goat face.  You gonna tell me what is going on?  Don’t try and tell me it’s nothing, because I’m not stupid.

They stop walking for a moment and Rage turns around and looks at her, frowning a bit.  He did his best to avoid glaring, as it would probably turn into an argument.

Rage: I told you, we’re going to dinner.

Kittie: Yeah, I know that.  But, what’s with the button up shirt and dress pants?  And me in a skirt?

Rage shrugs, trying to come up with a believable excuse.

Rage: Look, I just figured that we’re on a cruise and it called for semi-formal clothes.  Would you please stop giving me the third degree and just deal with it?

Kittie folds her arms across her chest and rolls her eyes.

Kittie: Whatever.  I still think something is up.

Rage now rolls his eyes, but he turns and starts walking again.  Kittie follows behind him and she only grows more confused as she spots the table for two just ahead.  They’re headed for the door leading to a secluded part of the deck and Kittie starts walking slower.

Kittie: Ok...what is going on?  What is all that?

Rage stops by the door, pushing it open for her.  Kittie notes just how un-Ragelike he is being and she scratches her head.

Rage: That...is where we are having dinner.  I just wanted to have one quiet night.  Is there a problem with that?

Kittie’s just drops a little and she slowly walks up to him.  She reaches up and feels his face.

Kittie: Are...are you feeling okay?  Better question, who the fuck are you and what have you done with Rage?

Rage rolls his eyes and lets out a growl, casing Kittie to smirk.

Rage: I swear...I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t!  Would you just go along with this, please?

Kittie: Uh huh...Now I’m just wondering what the hell you did.

Kittie shrugs it off quickly before she walks past Rage and out on to the deck.  Softer music is playing in the background and a waiter pulls Kittie’s chair out for her.  She takes a seat and thanks the waiter, as does Rage.  After pouring them each a glass of wine, the waiter walks away, leaving the two alone for a few moments.

Kittie: I have to say, I’m impressed.  A little confused, too, but impressed.

She sits back in her seat and folds her arms, smirking at Rage.  Rage takes a drink of wine, then makes a funny face as he’s reminded of why he has never been a wine drinker.  He takes a gulp of water soon after to get the bad taste out of his mouth.

Rage: You act like I’m totally incapable of doing something like this.

Kittie laughs.

Kittie: Oh I know you’re not.  If I had to guess, I’d say someone helped you set this up, and I think I know who.

Rage now folds his arms and stares at Kittie with a raised eyebrow.

Rage: Alright.  Who do you think helped?

Kittie: It’s pretty obvious.  Despayre...and Angel.

Kittie lets out a laugh as she takes a drink of wine and Rage bursts out laughing.  He shakes his head and takes another drink of water.

Rage: For once, you’re wrong about something.  I definately did NOT have Despayre and Angel help me with this and for good reason.  They don’t even know we’re here, and there is a reason for that, too.

Kittie: And the reason for that would be?

Questions...so many questions!  Rage just blinks as Kittie waits for an answer, but he can’t come up with one fast enough.  Luckily for Rage, the waiter returns with their dinner and he puts a plate in front of each one of them.  Kittie waits for a moment, expecting Rage to answer her question, but he quickly starts digging into his food and she’s forced to follow suit.

The two are mostly quiet throughout their meal, and dessert, but eventually their plates are taken away, leaving only one thing left for Rage to do.  The ring box is in his pocket and his nerves are starting to grow.

Rage: So...I need to talk to you about something.

Kittie turns to look back to Rage, and the look on her face is almost dreadful.

Kittie: Oh God...here it comes.

Rage raises an eyebrow.

Rage: W-what?

Kittie: You fucking did something and now you’re about to tell me what you did!  That’s what all of this...

Kittie points to the whole dinner setting, only confusing Rage.

Kittie: ...was for!  You feel guilty about something and....Wait.  I...I know now.  How fucking stupid could I be?!

Rage quickly reaches into his pocket, now convinced that Kittie has figured it out.  Just before he pulls the ring box out, though, Kittie goes on a tirade.

Kittie: This is about Electra!  You...you fucking gave into that psychotic bitch again!  I knew it!

Kittie throws her hands up in the air, frustrated and growing more angry by the second.  Rage’s eyes widen and he leaves the ring box in his pocket as he holds his hands up defensively.

Rage: Whoa, whoa, whoa...Wait a minute!

Kittie: Don’t try to deny it!

Before Rage has a chance to defend himself a familiar face suddenly bursts through the door and both Kittie and Rage turn their attention towards him.

Rage: Despy?!  What the fu...heck are you doing here?!  Get out of here!

Despayre: I can’t!  There’s a Snorlax right on the table!  A Snorlax!

Rage facepalms and then lets out a loud growl.

Rage: Oh you have to be fucking kidding me!  Despy, get out of here with that pokemon shit!

Kittie just turns and stares at Rage, now angry with him for yelling at Despayre.

Despayre: Just let me catch him first!

Rage quickly pushes himself away from the table and stands right in Despayre’s way.  Despayre tries to step around him, but Rage doesn’t let it.  He heads over to Despayre, snatches the phone out of Despayre’s hands and then leads him back towards the door.

Rage: I’m kinda busy here, Despy!  I’ll catch the damn thing for you, just...get out of here right now!

Despayre: Boy, Angel must have peed in your cornflakes again this morning!

Rage growls again before he shuts the door and shoves Despayre’s phone into his other pocket, forgetting about it for the moment.  Kittie is now on her feet, prepared to leave, but Rage is blocking the door with his back turned to her.

Kittie: Was that really necessary?!  Geez, have I ever told you you’re a fucking asshole?!

Rage: Yeah, well then I guess that’s why we’re fucking perfect for each other then!  So why don’t you just marry me?!

Kittie doesn’t have time to react before Rage takes the ring box out of his pocket, opens it up and drops down to one knee in front of her!  Her eyes widen and she goes speechless as she looks around them, then back to him and the ring.

Kittie: I...All of this...You mean...

Rage gets back to his feet, still holding the ring out to Kittie, waiting for an answer.

Rage: This had nothing to do with that psycho bitch, but leave it up to you to think it was.  Can...can you just give me an answer already?

Kittie takes in a deep breath and then runs both hands through her hair.  She stands there, still in shock as she stares at the ring, completely speechless, until she looks up at Rage and takes in another deep breath…

********************

Let’s flash forward to a short while later, shall we?  Rage and Kittie are heading back to their room, but both are unusually quiet.  Kittie has her hands hidden and Rage has a blank expression on his face as the finally approach the door to their room.  Rage unlocks the door and pushes it open and when the two of them step inside, they’re both shocked to see someone waiting for them.  The very familiar, yet very unwelcome face of Electra Blaze.  She stands up from the edge of the bed as she was waiting for them.  Or at least one of them.

Electra: Rage...Kittie...

Rage snarls but before he has a chance to react, Kittie steps forward, ready to pounce.

Kittie: What the FUCK are you doing here?!  You have a death wish, don’t you?!

Electra: Maybe I do.  Maybe I don’t.  I didn’t want it to come down to this, but Rage gave me no choice.

Rage: Like hell I didn’t, Electra.  I gave you the ONLY choice in the fucking matter.  I gave you your last fucking warning last week and now?  You’re fucking--

Electra: Not until you hear what I have to say!

Electra turns to Kittie.

Electra: Kittie, please.  He somehow listens to you.  Just get him to talk to me alone for a few minutes because this is important.  Please.

Rage rolls his eyes and turns around, frustrated.  Kittie takes a step forward, glaring at Rage’s ex-girlfriend and she shakes her head.

Kittie: No.  Whatever you have to say to him, you can say it in front of me, too.

Electra: Look, no offense, but that’s not an option.  This is between Rage and I right now and--

Kittie then holds her left hand up, revealing the shiny new engagement ring on her finger.  And while Electra knew Rage had bought a ring, she was surprised to find out that he actually went through with the proposal and that Kittie had apparently accepted.

Kittie: This ring on my finger now says that I’m in on this now, so whatever you have to say...Now is your fucking chance.

Rage: Kittie, I don’t want--

Kittie: Shut up, Rage!  I’m fucking sick of her and this whole stalker shit she has going on.  You don’t want to hear whatever she has to tell you, but I do.  So, go ahead Electra.  Say whatever it is that you’ve been wanting to say.

Electra takes in a deep breath and turns her attention to Rage.  He’s shaking his head, but he’s now facing both of them and looking directly at Electra, but he’s not at all happy.  When Electra realizes this is the only way, she finally reaches into her pocket and pulls out a photograph and holds it out to Rage.

Electra: This isn’t about me, Rage.  This has always been about her.

Rage snatches the photograph out of Electra’s hand and looks down at it.  He recognizes the little girl in the photograph, as does Kittie.

Rage: Your niece?  What the fuck about her?!

Electra shakes her head.

Electra: I know you ran into her and my brother a few months ago.  He called me freaking out after it happened.

Rage: Fucking hell.  If your brother is worried that I’m gonna go near his kid--

Electra: She’s not my niece, Rage.  She’s...she’s my daughter.

Rage’s eyes widen for a brief moment, but he passes the photograph of the girl back to Electra.  The expression on Kittie’s face falls as she seems to realize something.  Something that Rage hasn’t quite grasped.

Rage: Well congratulations.  I guess some unlucky son of a bitch actually made the mistake of knocking you up.  What the fuck does that have to do with me?!

Electra looks at Kittie for a moment, but Kittie just has her eyes closed, shaking her head, and Electra looks back to Rage.

Electra: She’s not just my daughter, Rage.  She’s YOUR daughter.  You’re Ember’s father.

Rage’s expression falls, and he begins shaking his head.  He starts backing up towards the door, refusing to believe what Electra has just told him.

Electra: Now do you see?  NOW can we talk alone for a little bit so I can expl--

Rage snarls at her and points a finger at her.

Rage: Fuck...You!  Stay the fuck away from me!  That’s not my kid!

Electra: Rage, she’s your--

Rage: FUCK YOU!

Rage quickly turns and storms out of the room, not wanting to hear another word.  Electra and Kittie stare at the door for a moment and when Electra prepares to chase after Rage, Kittie steps in front of her and stops her.

Kittie: You’re going to leave him the fuck alone right now, got it?  You want to explain...Explain it to me.

Electra laughs, but as she stares at Kittie’s face, she knows Rage’s future wife is serious.  And the only way to get through to Rage...may be through Kittie.
     


So...here I am.  Just two days away from my next title defense, where I find myself in yet another fucking triple threat match.  And, ya know, I’ve had a few people here and there ask me that stupid ass question, “So...are ya nervous now?”

HA!  Me?  Nervous?  Fuck that!  If I’m honest, I think if I was going to be nervous for any fucking match, it would have been in title defense at Into The Void V when I was going up against Dmitri again.  Casey Williams was a non-issue, because I knew there was no way he would walk out of that match with the win.  But Dmitri already proved he could beat me, even though that was a one time fluke occurance because I was off my game that night.  But that’s not my fucking point.

My point is, tell me why the fuck I would even be the SLIGHTEST bit nervous going up against guys the likes of Steve Ramone and Kain.  ESPECIALLY Kain!  

Kain, I know you’re out there somewhere watching this, listening to my every word and that’s good.  I seriously fucking hope you are, because you, Mr. King of Kings, are about to be ripped to fucking shreds and I’m going to enjoy every damn thing I’m about to say to you.  You talk a big fucking game every time you pop back up here in SCW and it’s high time someone beats you down off that fucking pedastal you built for yourself, because ya don’t deserve to fucking be there.  

Kain, you really and I mean REALLY need to give up the whole “King of Kings” bullshit, because you’ve done nothing to live up to that fucking name.  Especially lately!  You want to be known as a fucking King?  Prove it and win a fucking match and don’t blame the damn loss on someone else, because regardless of the damn circumstances, you still have the loss on your record.  So, fucking live up to it and shut your annoying mouth for once in your fucking life!  I’m so sick of this holier than thou bullshit attitude you got and when it comes down to it, you don’t deliver!

Shit...and people call ME boring?!  I had to force myself to sit through your weak ass promo last week.  But you know what I won’t have to force myself to do?

Beat your ass.  Because that’s going to be very...very…VERY easy for me.  And enjoyable.

You want to sit there and spew out all those insults and shit at me?  Wait...hang on...they weren’t even really insults, because I’ve never denied being an asshole, so nice fucking try there, dumbass.  You can try and use your words against me.  Use every fucking lame ass insult you got, Kain, because in the end, it doesn’t mean shit to me.  I can be an asshole, Kain, but you?  You’re just a fucking dick, and everybody knows it.  And I’d rather be known as an asshole than a dick.  And, yes, there is a difference.

Here’s what’s going to happen, Kain.  I’m going to lay it out for you real fucking clear, because right now?  At this very moment, I’m throwing money down on the table betting on the fact that the events that will happen after Summer XXXTreme IV will happen EXACTLY as I’m about to tell you.  

First, I’m going to walk down to that ring, real fucking calm.  Am I speaking slow enough for you?  No?  I don’t fucking care.  Just fucking listen.  So I’m going to walk to that ring real fucking calm with the Internet Championship belt around MY waist, because I’m the fucking champion for a damn reason, understand?  You don’t just walk back into this company after nine fucking months and expect people to consider you worth any fucking title just because you’re a damn hall of famer or grandslam winner.  The second you walk out of the doors for one bullshit reason or another makes all that shit fucking worthless and undeserved, but hey, that’s probably just my opinion.

So, after I step into that ring and give Steve Ramone a warning glare first, I’m gonna look right at you, and all fucking bets are off.  I’ll hand my title off to the referee, whoever the fuck it is.  Drew, Jasmine, Jacob or even Holly...I’ll hand it off to them and tell them to ring that fucking bell because once they do?  I’m gunning straight for you, dickhead.  Steve will get what’s coming to him, don’t you fucking worry about that, but you?  I’m taking you out of this fucking match before it really even gets started, because as I’ve said before and I’ll say it again.  You...DO NOT...deserve...this...shot!  Ya fucking lost three straight matches and somehow you still…STILL think you deserve this shot!  You must have blown one of the match makers, because that’s really the ONLY way that makes sense of you getting put in this fucking match.

I’m done playing games with you, Kain.  I’m FINISHED listening to you run your mouth week after week trying to be all intimidating and acting like you own the fucking place.  Newsflash for ya, Kain...You don’t own shit!  And you definately won’t own a fucking title after Summer XXXTreme IV.  No, after I beat your ass and toss your ass straight back to the end of the line where you fucking belong, I have a little prediction on something I see happening.  You see...we all know what happens when big important matches don’t go your way, Kain.  Don’t try to fucking deny it, but we’ve all see it happen time after fucking time.

You fucking walk out the doors like a pussy bitch, but ya claim to use **air quotes** personal reasons as an excuse every fucking time.  That gonna be your excuse this time, Kain?  Because that’s exactly what I see happening.  No matter what you think or what you say, you don’t stand a fucking chance at walking out with MY title.  And not only that, this WILL BE your fourth straight loss.  

Stings, doesn’t it?

I know it’s gonna happen.  I know you’re gonna fucking cry off like the bitch that YOU are, because it’s all a fucking pattern with you.  You don’t mean shit in SCW, Kain.  You might think you ever have, but sore losers like you earn a reputation, and you’ll never be able to get rid of that fucking reputation, Kain.  And, it brings a sick smile to my face knowing that this time, I’ll have a hand in making you disappear again.  This time hopefully for good.  If you know what’s good for you, Kain, when you fucking walk out next time, you won’t EVER come back, because your bullshit is getting real old.  But, I’ll let you think about all that for the next couple of days, Kain, because I think I’ve spent more than enough time focusing on you, when there is another prick in this match that needs a dose of reality.

I’m talking to you, Steve.

For the past month, I think you’ve been an even bigger thorn in my side that Kain fucking has been, and it’s all going to end on Sunday.  But, it’s not going to end the way you want it to, Steve.  You’re not going to luck out like you did with the Roulette Championship, because there’s no fucking way I’m letting YOU walk out as the new Internet Champion.  Not a fucking chance.

You like to run your mouth, Steve.  You can dish out every bit of bullshit you feel like, but when the same shit happens to you, you fucking cry foul.  The last couple of weeks you’ve done nothing but bitch and moan about your nasty slut and what Kittie did, or in this case DIDN’T do to her.  Get the fuck over it, Steve.  Your slut wants to stick her nose where it doesn’t belong, she WILL suffer the consequences.  Don’t sit there and try and compare it to whatever the fuck you did to Jessie Salco’s boyfriend or brother or whoever the fuck it was last year.

So the slut has a sore neck, supposedly from that headlock?  HA!  You honestly expect people to believe that shit?  Why don’t you tell her to stop sucking so much dick or being such nasty whore, and maybe that neck of her’s wouldn’t be so fucking sore, because trust me...Kittie isn’t at fault for this one.

You know what else, Steve?  If you’re smart, and if you know what is good for you and your goon squad, you’ll make sure to keep dipshit one and two and your porn star whore backstage, because if they try and interfere to help you out, there’s gonna be a huge problem, but I suspect you’d cry foul to that, too, because of Synn and Kittie, right?

You see, there’s a difference with me and you, Steve.  The two people who accompany me to the ring have never and will never interfere to help me win a fucking match.  What they WILL do, however, is interfere to stop other assholes from sticking their noses where they don’t belong!  I’m more the fucking capable of winning a match cleanly, and this Sunday will be no different.  Make no mistake about it.  

This is your last chance, Steve.  This is your ONLY chance.  Whether you’re the one pinned or not, you’re not getting another shot at my title, Steve.  You can go back to the Roulette Division or go to directing your sluts next movie for all I care, but the Internet Championship?  It’s staying with me.  Plain and fucking simple.

Four “challengers” have already been defeated.  This Sunday at Summer XXXTreme?  Two more will be added to that list.  And you know what?  It’s high fucking time they give me a real fucking challenger and not someone who just THINKS they deserve it or someone who fucking demands it.

But, then again, there really isn’t anyone in SCW who actually deserves it, is there?

Either way, one by one...they’ll all fucking fall to The Sin Of Wrath.

See you Sunday fuckers!

[Steve Ramone]

 RP Title: “Cruisin’ for a Bruisin’!”

Summer XXXTreme was almost here and was as stacked a card that SCW was putting on you could bet good money that the fans where looking forward to SCW’s annual summer extravaganza on board a cruise ship but none where looking forward to the match more than the Superstars and Bombshells of SCW who were all going into this match with their own goals and agendas in mind but that was especially true for “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone.

At Summer XXXTreme IV Steve was competing for the Internet Championship against two men who he had been a thorn in the side off since the first Climax Control after Into the Void Rage and Kain and Rage was the defending champion, a lot of people were saying that Kain shouldn’t have been in the match since all of the confrontations in the build up to the match had been between Rage and Steve culminating in the events of the last Climax Control before Summer XXXTreme IV where Kittie nearly committed career suicide by going to attack Steve’s mistress Kaylee who, as it had been pointed out by Steve himself, wasn’t a trained wrestler, fortunately for the Hardcore Porn actress Christian stepped in to save the day and whilst Steve has said that Rage and Kittle should’ve been suspended anyway as it was Rage that ordered Kittie to attack Kaylee that was behind them and now they had a big match ahead of them but can Steve win?

Royal Princess Cruise Liner, the high seas
Monday the 25th of July 2016, 11:00am

Sun, sea, sex, titles, more sex, what’s more to like?

Summer XXXTreme IV is this weekend and I couldn’t be happier, Kaylee’s been turning heads of both genders mostly because her idea of swim-wear is either “barely enough to cover her breasts, vagina and ass” or “not bothering with swim-wear and just swimming naked” all though to be fair she usually restricts the latter to “midnight swims” with me and yes, I know the  health risks involved with having sex in a public pool but when your gorgeous girlfriend is inviting you into a pool where she is swimming naked for the express purpose of fucking you don’t say no, unless you’re an idiot.

I’m sure that fact won’t come to bite us on the ass!

The other thing that’s making me happy is the thing that brought me to this cruise-liner in the first place, my Internet Championship match against Rage and Kain this Sunday night at Summer XXXTreme and you want to know why I’m so happy about this? Because I’m walking out the new SCW Internet Champion this Sunday Night and I’ll leave Rage and Kain in the dust, granted I’m pretty sure that Rage has a rematch clause in his contract and I’m sure he’ll be invoking that rematch clause at the earliest opportunity but it doesn’t matter because I’ll kick his ass again in a match that should’ve been booked for this Supercard!

Yeah I’m still going on about that but can you blame me? Kain belongs in this match as much as Donald Trump belongs in the White House and, well, you saw the last Twitter Poll that Tommy Knox put up for the Hotwire and you know that the Triple Threat Match was dead last in the poll with no one voting for it and personally I’m blaming Kain because everyone knows that that moron has no business being in this match!

I’ll get into more detail later when I start my trash talk but first, let me set the scene! I’m currently on my way back to my room to check on Facebook, (hopefully) fuck Kaylee’s brains out and more importantly plan on what I was going to say in the trash talk section of this promo, I rounded the last corner before I reached the room that I shared with Kaylee when……...

“Wow, it’s so big!” I heard Kaylee’s voice ring out from the other side of the door that led into our room, Kaylee had dozed off before I left the room to go sunbathe/check out the sunbathing Bombshells by the poolside and I had thought that she would be awake by now, I initially thought that she was looking up my old dick pics when I heard. “Steve’s is nowhere near that big!”

“I know right? You won’t believe the headache I had smuggling this thing on board!” Cyrus’s voice rang out and this was when I started to get even more suspicious, I was already in the middle of a nasty divorce but I didn’t need my girlfriend cheating on me on top of that! Yes, I know she’s a porn star and that she gets paid to fuck other people on camera but last I checked we had only brought one camera with us, a cheap video camera so that we could record a sex tape, upload it to PornHub and send the link to Charlotte, and that was still in my suitcase. “Do you think we’ll get in trouble?”

“Oh come on! What’s wrong with being a little naughty?” Kaylee asked playfully as I started to reach for the keycard to the room. “I could stroke your massive snake all day!”

“Okay, what the hell is going on here!?” I asked as I entered the room but what I saw wasn’t what I was expecting and if anything it raised more questions than it answered, for starters both Kaylee and Cyrus where fully clothed (even if Kaylee’s idea of “fully clothed” was a black crop top with the words “The Fearless Champ’s dick is as big as his ego” on the front and denim shorts) and the massive snake she just mentioned? It’s Cyrus Jr., you know, the python that Cyrus brought to the ASPCA special? Yeah, he smuggled it on board. “I have so many questions.” I said as I saw Cyrus hold his pet snake up for Kaylee to stroke.

“Oh Steve! I didn’t think you’d be back yet!” Kaylee said as she looked up, it was then that I saw Andreas was also in the room sitting on the edge of the bed. “They thought that I could use some company whilst you were gone.”

“And before you ask, as much as we would’ve enjoyed it, we didn’t have a threesome.” Andreas chimed in when he saw that I was about to say something, Andreas was still recovering from sunburn as a result of hunting Pokémon on Pokémon Go so I’m happy to hear that. “But I’m pretty sure that you want to know how Cyrus smuggled his snake aboard and why.” Andreas added and I took that as my cue to close the door behind us and I sat down on the bed.

“I’ll make this quick, Miranda was set to look after Cyrus Jr. whilst I was on the cruise liner and whilst we attended Bloodstock, you know, like she did last year?” Cyrus asked and I nodded in response. “Unfortunately her mother fell ill and she had to cancel, she will be able to look after him whilst we’re at Bloodstock but I couldn’t get any last minute cover so me and Andreas devised a plan to sneak him aboard by disguising his tank as luggage, it worked since the detectors on the are metal detectors.”

“Right and snakes don’t have anything metal in their body.” I responded with a nod as Cyrus put the snake back in his tank. “And the dead mice?”

“We disguised them among our hand luggage.” Andreas responded and I nodded once I understood their idea. “I still can’t believe it worked.”

“Yeah, same here.” Cyrus nodded in response before motioning to Kaylee. “As for the dialogue you likely overheard, it was her idea.”

“Way to throw me under the bosses Cyrus.” Kaylee responded as she rolled her eyes. “I figured you’d be back by now and I started dropping the innuendos for the hell of it, didn’t think you’d get that angry.”

“Well I am in the middle of a nasty divorce, partially brought on by the fact that I was fucking you behind Charlotte’s back.” I pointed out and Kaylee winced. “And yeah, you suggested inviting her over her a three-some because she would often invite her friends over for group sex during the GWA days but she was experimenting back then and she is a mother now.”

“Lucky bastard.” Andreas muttered under his breath and I glared at him. “Hey Cyrus, up for a round of Pokémon Go?” Andreas suggested once he realized how awkward things where becoming and Cyrus quickly nodded in response before they left the room with Cyrus carrying Cyrus Jr.’s case with him, once the door was closed Kaylee scooted over until we were right next to each other and started feeling me up.

“So, is this the part where we have make-up sex that’s bound to make the neighbors jealous?” Kaylee asked and I grinned before I went to move in before quickly remembering that the camera was still rolling.

“Last I checked, this isn’t a porno so not until after my promo babe.” I responded and Kaylee promptly stopped feeling me up. “I know we’re planning on filming a sex tape and putting it on PornHub but I don’t think the bosses will appreciate that.”

“I don’t know, Mark definitely “appreciated” me last week!” Kaylee pointed out with a grin reminding me of Kaylee’s “meeting” in Mark’s office that ended with her being bent over Mark’s desk and, well, you get the idea. “I even sent him an advanced copy of “Yee Haw! Ride Her Cowboy” as thanks and don’t worry, you’ll get your copy as well!”

“I’d hope so! I attended the filming, remember?” I asked and Kaylee laughed at that. “Seriously though, as much as Mark loves jacking off to your porn vids do I even need to point out that I’ll be committing career suicide by sending in a sex tape for my promo?”

“Yeah, good point, and I’d probably get fired as well which would suck since I literally just got the job!” Kaylee responded once she realized that I had a point. “I need to have a shower anyway and who knows?” Kaylee asked as she got up and went into the bathroom. “Maybe I’ll let you join me if you finish your promo in time?”

“You just gave me all the motivation in the world to get this promo done, win the Internet Title and do all sorts of shit that I probably can’t name on camera!” I responded with a grin and Kaylee laughed before she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, I was surprised that she was bothering with modesty considering that most of America’s male population has seen her tits on camera but then again this isn’t a porno and I have a promo to do!

“Summer XXXTreme is this weekend and things are heating up! And no, it’s not because I’ve been having hot, steamy sex with Kaylee but I’d be lying if I was saying that it wasn’t helping! Anyway, unless you’ve been living under a rock since the first Climax Control of this period you’d know that I’ve been having problems with the Internet Champion Rage and Kain has found a way to insert himself into a match he has no business in just because he attacked Rage at Into the Void IV and got involved in the most recent seg between me and Rage but the fans don’t lie, everyone knows that the match should be between me and Rage!”

I said as I got ready to start with Kain!

“Kain, now that I’ve had a couple of days to think about it a sudden realization has dawned on me! There’s one thing that I forgot to bring up in my promo last week and that’s the fact that I already have one win over you! Granted that one win was because Rage decided to get involved because of your attack and the fact that I had announced my intention to challenge Rage for the Internet Championship in the week leading up to the match and, well, you know the rest!”

I said as I shook my head.

“You can say that you deserve to be in this match just as much as I do Kain but not only will I be laughing my ass off at such a ridiculous assertion but I will also point out a little thing known as the Hotwire Twitter Poll of the Week! Now granted, as far as I’m concerned Tommy’s an idiot and I haven’t seen him celebrated anywhere as an analyst but he actually agrees with me and the fans, this match should be between me and Rage but because you’re in the match any hype for the match sunk faster than the titanic and any hope you have of winning the Internet Championship will sink just as quickly Kain!”

Speaking of the Internet Championship next up is the Internet Champion Rage!

“As for you Rage, we could’ve avoided all of this if you had just waited until I had won the match against Kain, let me leave and attack Kain but no! You had to get Kain disqualified by attacking me and the rest, as they say, is history! Now I’ve basically spent the rest of the month making you deeply regret the actions you have taken against me in the lead-up to the match but this Sunday I’ll take that regret and crank it up to eleven when I beat you for the Internet Championship!”

I said before grinning.

“Sure, I’ve attacked you after two successful Internet Championship defenses and sure, my bodyguard kicked Synn’s empty head off but ask yourself this Rage, who is your anger really directed towards? Is it me? No, it’s Kain because his attack against you set these events in motion and even Stevie Wonder could see that you will be less focused on me and more focused on the idiot who has no place in this match and this will mark the end of your Internet Title Reign Rage as I will get the win over you and walk out the Internet Champion!”

And with that I decided to wrap things up.

“Rage, Kain, we all know that this should be a case of two men enter, one champion leaves but in this case it’s three men enter, one champion leaves because reasons! But in the end it doesn’t matter, I will walk off the boat at the end of the cruise your new SCW Internet Champion and when I do people will realize that I am on the rise and as a wise man once said, the cream rises to the top and the rest fall by the wayside, as far as I’m concerned you will fall by the wayside when I win the Internet Championship! This message has been paid for and delivered by “The Fearless Champion” Steve Ramone and I wouldn’t blink once this match begins because folks, it’ll be over just like that!”

I stood up and walked over to the bathroom before knocking.

“So, can I join you?” I asked Kaylee and the door partially opened, the camera couldn’t see it but she was wet and naked and before I knew it she grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me into the bathroom as the scene fades.