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Climax Control Archives / Ghosts Of The Garden

« Last post by Vincent Lyons Jr on June 13, 2025, 10:23:28 PM »

Before time claimed it in silence and decay the old Lilyons family greenhouse had been a living dream. Sunlight filtering through the arch glass ceiling casting golden ribbons across the vibrant rows of plants and flowers. The air had an earthy scent of soil and the sweet perfume of roses. A small koi pond shimmering in the center reflecting the two young faces peeking over its edge.

Vincent and Victoria were only 8 years old, leaning side by side on the stone edge of the pond laughing at the fat fish swimming beneath the surface.[/i]

“Okay but if the koi could talk which you think would have the coolest voice?” Vincent Jr asked.

“That one.” said Victoria pointing to a big white one with an orange spot on its head “He'd sound like a wizard.”

“No way.” said Vincent “That one's totally the heel! Look at his eyes!”

“You're just mad I picked the cool one first.” she said elbowing him playfully.

“Am not.” he replied.

“Are too.” she said sticking her tongue out at him.

This was their favorite place, a secret kingdom tucked behind the estate where they came to escape lessons, pressure, and the weight of their family name. Here they could just be kids.

“You think we'll live here forever Vin?” said Victoria.

“Not if I win fifty championships and buy a mansion on the beach.” Vincent replied.

“You'd hate the beach," she said “All the sand in your socks and the salt water in your eyes.”

“Yeah you're right.” he groaned “Forget the mansion.”

The kids watched the koi swim around for a while sharing a bond only twins could share, not needing to fill every silence, their bond deeper than that.

“I want to be a champion too.” said Victoria “Not just because of father, I want people to know me. To know the name Victoria Cadney Lyons."

“Yeah.” Vincent agreed.

“But we're going to do this together right?” said Victoria “Rise through the ranks, win championships, make our names mean something?”

Vincent reached out and wrapped his pinky around hers.

“Promise.” he said.

The sound of the greenhouse store creaking open interrupted their moment has strong measured footsteps echoed across the tile and their father Vincent Lyons senior stepped into view his face softening has he noticed the twins.

“I thought you two might be hiding in here." he smiled.

“We weren't hiding dad.” said Vincent Jr, straightening his posture.

“Yeah” Victoria added “We were thinking.”

“Oh?” Vincent Sr said raising an eyebrow “And what were you thinking about.?”

“Wrestling” they both said in unison.

“Wrestling.” their father nodded “Of course.”

“We want to be champions someday.” like you and Mom.” said Victoria.

“The best.” said Vincent Jr, flexing his arms and puffing out his chest.

Vincent Sr pulled both his children into a side hug.

“Well it's not an easy road.” he told them “You'll fall, you'll bleed, you’ll lose friends, you won't even trust yourself sometimes. But if you hold on to your heart, and you hold on to each other you'll be just fine.”

“We're going to train real hard.” said Vincent Jr

“I know you will.” said Vincent Sr “But you won't train just your body. It'll also be your mind and your loyalty. Everything in this place grows because it's nurtured and the same goes for your bond, don't let anything or anyone ever poison the bond between the two of you.”

The twins looks at each other with a nod.

-They wouldn't.-

“Come on you two." said Vincent Sr “Let's go back to the house. Someone's here to visit you. Any guesses who it might be?"

The twins looked each other with a smile and again spoke in unison.

“EDDIE!!”

The excitement sent them scrambling toward the door, Vincent's shoelace coming undone halfway as he tripped and then laughed as Victoria grabbed him and pulled him forward.

“Careful don't knock him over.” their father said “He just got here.”

But they were already gone scampering down the path to find their cousin, their best friend.

The three were inseparable back then with no championships, no grudges, no family fractures, just dreams of the future waiting to be shaped.

_________

The twins were unsure of what kept bringing them back to the old greenhouse. Something about it just felt welcoming to them. Though what once bloomed was now brittle, and the koi pond in the center was empty with the cracked stone basin filled with blown leaves and childhood memories.

Victoria stood near the old pond with her arms crossed.

“I had Frankie.” she said sharply “I had her.”

Vincent stood nearby leaning back on an old trellis but letting her speak, she understood his silence meant he was listening.

“And then Harper Mason sticks her dumb little nose in my business and costs me everything." she continued "And for what? A Moment on somebody else's highlight reel?”

Victoria scoffed.

“I just wanted to help her.” said Victoria “And now she wants to make a name off mine? Then I have Kate still taking shots at me on X? Like they take my crown and I lose couple matches and suddenly they think I've fallen off. They think I'm weak or that I'm finished.”

“You don't sound finished to me.” Vincent finally spoke.

“I'm not.” said Victoria “I was the queen. That wasn't a gimmick, it was a fact. Alexandra only gave the crown back because she couldn't handle the pressure of being a true queen like I was. They could have taken the crown for me at any time, but they didn't. Because they knew the truth, that I deserved to keep it.”

Victoria exhaled heavily.

“Frankie beat me.” Victoria said “It wasn't clean though, Harper stuck her hand into the mix. It's like they forget who the hell I am. They forget that I'm still one of the most dominant Bombshells in this division and these little girls keep taking their shots at me.”

“They never learn.” said Vincent “Jayden Harris is still out there running his mouth and now he's dragging his sister into the mix, crying to Mikhalia like she's going to solve his problems.”

“Pathetic. “ said Victoria with a smirk that mirrored Vincent's. “You and need to beg for backup because our bond is bigger than that.”

“Exactly” said Vincent with a low voice “We don't have to ask and we don't have to check in because no matter what match, what feud, or what war we show up for each other.”

“Twins just have a stronger bond.” Victoria said.

“Exactly.” Vincent nodded.

“Let them think Harper's the future." Victoria said. “Let them think that Kate Steele is relevant, or that Mikhalia is going to save Jayden from the beating that he's been owed for years. Everyone is going to learn that just because I lost the crown doesn't mean I forgot how to rule.”

“And Jayden's going to learn that crying to your little sister doesn't save you from an execution.” said Vincent.

Everything around the greenhouse may have been forgotten, but the energy growing between the twins was very much alive.

“They can talk all they want.” Victoria said “They can tweet and they can run their mouths, they'll all get their turn in the ring Harper, Kate, Frankie, Mikhalia.”

“Jayden.” said Vincent.

They both nodded to each other with laughter.

The air remain quiet for a moment and then the sound of footsteps approaching entered their ears.

“This is the old Greenhouse..” the voice of Eddie Lyons came through. “It used to be our favorite spot as kids. We spent hours in here, lots of stories in this place.”

The twins gave a collective sigh and rolled their eyes as Eddie with Sabrina around his arm appeared into view.

“..Oh..” said Eddie finally noticing them “Didn't know you two would be here.”

“Well we are” said Victoria.

“I'm just showing Sabrina around..” said Eddie “She wanted to see some more of the place.”

“We were kind of doing something out here..” said Vincent.

“Right.” Eddie said, "Well, don't let us bother you.”

“We won't.” Victoria muttered with much snark.

“Come on Sabrina. let's get out of here there's a lot nicer places we can check out anyway.” said Eddie. “I'll show you the old oak tree. You'll like it.”

And then Eddie was gone almost as soon as he had arrived.

“We used to be excited to see him you know” said Victoria.

“We used to be excited for a lot of things.” Vincent replied “But things break.”

“Not everything.” Victoria said.

Vincent nodded back at her

“Not everything.” he said in agreement.

Much like the warmth of the greenhouse, the bond between the twins and Eddie had faded and decayed, but what remained strong was the bond between twins. A pinky promise made as children, and now that bond was stronger than ever as adults. Together they were ready to make sure Jayden and Mikhalia understood what it meant when they didn't need to ask for each other, that they simply were.

__________

The scene opens in silence in the old Lyons greenhouse, the camera panning over the dried soil, ceramic pots, and withered roots before stopping on Victoria Lyons sitting cross legged near the edge of a cracked koi pond her eyes locked into the camera with a calm madness.

Behind her stood Vincent Lyons Jr, like a phantom waiting to strike folding his hands neatly in front of him.

“Once upon a time there was a scared little boy named Jayden.” said Victoria “He thought he was strong, and he thought he was clever, but when the Lions roared at his door he cried for help.”

She tilts her head.

“Not from the boys in the locker room.” she said “Not from his friends, no Jadyen cried to his baby sister.”

Vincent takes a step forward folding his arms.

“You called Mikhalia, Jayden." said Vincent “Drug her out of whatever quiet clean little life she was living, and dropped her into our war. You dropped her into this.”

He sweeps a hand across the greenhouse.

“Rotted glass and shattered ground.” he said “This is where we were born, where we played, fought, and bled this is where innocence died and something better took root.”

“You want to make headlines Jayden?” said Victoria “You want to prove something to yourself? Then why bring her?”

She leans forward and her voice lowers to a whisper

“Because you're not strong enough alone.” she said “Because you know what happens when you're left with us.”

“So here comes Mikhalia.” said Vincent “One night only, the heroic baby sister pulled out of obscurity to fight a war that never belonged to her.”

He grins slightly.

“She is right though.” he said “It will be one night only, because she won't survive it.”

“You say it's family.” said Victoria “But we are a true family Jayden. We're twins, not partners, not allies, not strategy on a chalkboard. We don't have to call each other and we don't have to ask. We just are.”

“Always.” Vincent said “Every moment, always in rhythm. There is no separation between her and I, just a different face on the same soul.”

“Jayden brought a visitor into a cage of lions.” said Victoria “And you're hoping your shared blood will mean something in the end.“

“It won't.” said Vincent

“It never does.” said Victoria ”Because we don't just break bones, we unravel people, their thoughts, their confidence, and their identity.”
“
“Mikhalia is just a new thread in the tapestry we're going to tear apart.” Vincent said “So Mikhalia, let me be clear. You should have said no.”

“You should have stayed where it was safe.” said Victoria “Where the lights weren't so hard, and no one spoke in riddles or tore each other with smiles on their faces, but now it's too late.

“You've walked into a twisted house with no exit.” said Vincent “And the floor is cracking under your feet.”

“We didn't ask for this match.” said Victoria “But we'll make it unforgettable.”

“You don't really want this war Jayden.” said Vincent “But you sure as hell need it, because deep down you know you're not the main character anymore and the reality is you never were.”

“But you begged guy with a cape for this match.” said Victoria with a laugh “Sure, give the Lyons twins a spotlight, stir up some family drama, throw in a feel-good sister act the crowd will eat it all up.”

“But fairy tales don't end well in our world.” said Vincent

“This isn't a moment of family therapy.” said Victoria “This isn't a moment of redemption. This is judgment.”

“And we are the executioners.” said Vincent.

“Every time I close my eyes I see Alexandra Calaway holding my crown.” said Victoria “I see Harper Mason smiling like a hero who didn't earn a damn thing, I hear Kate Steeles indignant yapping trying to claw at me like a hungry rat.”

She exhales heavily.

“They think I'm broken.” she said “But the truth is, im ascending, I’m evolving, I'm burning and I'm going to bring that fire into the ring.”

“And I'm ready to continue this war with Jayden.” Vincent said “He may have won one battle, but this war is far from over.”

“You wanted a partner to protect you Jayden.” said Victoria “We brought each other to destroy you. I don't need to wonder if Vincent will catch me if I fall because I never fall.”

“Jayden, Mikhalia.” Vincent said “You will not leave the same, you will not leave together, and you will not forget us.”

“Because we are the nightmare no one wakes up from.” said Victoria “We are the cracked mirror, you look into and see your worst self looking back.”

“Once that bell rings Jayden.” said Vincent “Don't look at your sister, because she can't save you, and you can't save her. This isn't just a match, this is a massacre wearing a smile.”

“And we're the ones smiling all the way through it.” said Victoria “Two monsters. One soul.”

“We are inevitable….” said Vincent.

“…And we are…” said Victoria

“Stronger together.” they both said in unison.

There's a hollowing of a haunting wind has the twins cleared to the camera then silence then suddenly black.

Climax Control Archives / Deciding The Future

« Last post by Bobbie Dahl on June 13, 2025, 10:17:54 PM »

Wednesday June 11th
Las Vegas, Nevada
Fostering The Future Family Center

The last few weeks have been somewhat of a roller coaster ride for Artie. After finally getting his confidence to the highest it had been since becoming a full time wrestler, he was screwed out of winning the King For A Day ladder match by Guy With Cape, and it still did not sit well with him. He was slowly starting to let it go, but after Alexandra put him in a ridiculous match against Kevin Carter where he had to be blindfolded, he was reminded of the power he could have had for this week’s matches if Guy had not sprayed that awful yellow mist in his face.

But color him surprised, and even a little confused, when he saw the match that Guy had put him in for this week. He didn’t go the route that Alexandra had in trying to embarrass Artie or have him suffer the consequences the way that he did by facing Kevin Carter blindfolded, but instead he had booked Artie a World Heavyweight Championship match…against the new champion and Artie and Bobbie’s friend, Helluva Bottom Carter. But that wasn’t all. Guy assigned himself as the referee for the match.

The whole thing did not sit well with Artie, and he knew that Guy was up to something. He just could not figure out what just yet. Today, though, he had to set all of that aside and to the back of his mind, because he and Bobbie were about to take the first step in their adoption journey. In just a few moments, they were having their first meeting with an adoption specialist at a local adoption agency that Bobbie had found during her search.

They both knew the process was going to be lengthy, so they were doing their best to prepare themselves as well as fight through any impatience they may be experiencing already. Between the both of them, Artie was displaying the most nerves because he didn’t know how the adoption agency would feel about them wanting to adopt a child. He thought they would be great parents, but would they really? How much did they really have to learn? How would this process affect his marriage to Bobbie, if at all? He had so many questions, and Bobbie could see how nervous he was as they sat in the office of the adoption agent they would be meeting with.

Bobbie: Artie, you need to relax and perk up a bit, sweetie. If they’re able to sense the nervousness coming off of you, they might think twice about approving us to adopt.

Artie took in a deep breath and straightened himself up in his chair. He tried to clear his mind of anything that might hurt their chances.

Artie: How can you not be nervous? These people are going to decide whether or not we can adopt. It’s hard not to be nervous.

Bobbie smiled, reached over and squeezed Artie’s hand.

Bobbie: Oh I’m nervous, sweetie. I’m just doing my best not to make it so obvious. I know this is going to be a long process, but I don’t know everything it will involve. But I’m confident that we’ll pass whatever they put us through with flying colors and then be on our way to becoming parents.

Artie: I guess I just need some kind of win. I’ve been losing so much lately that I don’t want us to lose this chance.

Bobbie again squeezes his hand. She understood all too well the effect that repeated losses can have on you, and she was doing her best to raise his spirits. Hopefully this meeting would turn things around and provide him with a little bit of hope for their future family.

Bobbie: I understand, sweetie. Things will turn—

The door to the office suddenly opens, cutting Bobbie off quickly. They both turn and look as a woman in her late forties to early fifties walks in, carrying some files with her. Her dirty blonde hair falls past her shoulders, and she’s dressed in a dark grey pant suit and heels.

Adoption Agent: So very sorry to keep you waiting Mr. and Mrs. Miller. My name is Audra Stone and I am the assigned Adoption Specialist to your case.

Audra walks around the desk and sits in her chair, facing Artie and Bobbie. She places the files down on the left side of her desk and turns her attention to them.

Bobbie: Please, call us by our first names. Mr. and Mrs. Miller just makes us feel old. I’m Bobbie and this is my husband, Artie.

Both extend their hands out which Audra obliges with a friendly shake. She sits up straight in her seat.

Audra: Fair enough. It’s a pleasure to meet you Bobbie and Artie. As I am sure you both are aware, this meeting is the first step in fostering or adoption process. It will set a clear picture for us here on not only what your preferences are, but what type of parents you see yourselves being.

Artie: This may sound like a weird question, but…

Both Audra and Bobbie turn their attention to Artie. Bobbie is particularly surprised that he already has a question, but she doesn’t stop him from asking whatever is on his mind.

Artie: Does anyone really know what kind of parents they see themselves as being? And, even if they have an answer to that, is it really possible to stick to that vision? Everything about being a parent is kind of…unknown, right?

Bobbie has a blank look on her face, quietly wondering how that question came across. Audra leans back in her chair and is slowly nodding her head.

Audra: Very interesting point, Artie. And while it is true, parenting can come with its surprises and unexpected challenges, if we can at least get a sense of how you might handle certain situations that can arise, it will better guide us to either approve or deny you in this process. Ultimately, we would love to approve you, which is why part of the process is mandatory parenting classes that the both of you will need to attend.

Artie and Bobbie exchange looks. Bobbie is more than prepared to do whatever is necessary, but Artie was a bit surprised to hear this. He was going to speak up again, but Bobbie reached over and grabbed his hand, giving it a quick squeeze to politely silence him.

Audra: Now, first things first. Tell me a little bit about the both of you, and what brought you to Fostering The Future?

Bobbie: Well, we’ve been talking about starting a family for quite some time now. I thought I had a medical condition that prevented me from getting pregnant, but I recently found out that I was pregnant.

Audra nods, surprised to hear this. Before Bobbie can continue, Artie chimes in.

Artie: We lost the baby early into the pregnancy. We’re both signed to Sin City Wrestling, so that is our source of income.

Audra: Oh. You’re both professional wrestlers?

Audra is taking notes down on a notepad as she waits for one, or both, to answer. They look at each other, and Artie looks more concerned than Bobbie.

Bobbie: Well, now, yes. It was originally just me and Artie was my manager, but when I found out I was pregnant I stepped back. He had been getting some training here and there, and because we both wanted a steady form of income for our family, he stepped up and became an active wrestler.

Audra: Isn’t that profession a bit dangerous? And it requires quite a bit of travel?

Artie: For some companies, yes. But SCW is based out of Las Vegas, and aside from doing an actual tour twice a year, we don’t really travel all over the country. Just Nevada, Arizona, California, Colorado…

Bobbie: And I wouldn’t really call it dangerous. We only have shows on Sundays, and trust me when I say that we wouldn’t bring our child to the shows with us. Some people may be comfortable with that, but my parents would have no problem caring for them while we’re gone. And if they weren’t able to, than one of us would stay home.

Audra is again nodding slowly as she is notating everything they are telling her. Artie bites his bottom lip nervously and Bobbie pats his knee, trying to calm him.

Audra: Your parents live nearby I take it?

Artie: Bobbie’s parents do. They are about fifteen minutes from us. My father is in Illinois, but he plans to visit as often as he can.

Audra: And your mother?

Artie goes silent. Audra looks up and sees Artie looking down, almost contemplating how to answer her question, but Bobbie answers for him.

Bobbie: She is in Illinois as well, but the relationship with her has been a bit…strained…over the last year. She will most likely not be involved in our child’s life.

Audra: Care to elaborate a bit more on that situation?

Artie: Do we really need to? Like Bobbie said, she most likely will not be—

Audra stops taking notes for the moment and sets her pen down. She sighs and looks at the both of them.

Audra: It seems that whatever the situation is, it is a bit difficult to talk about. While I understand and sympathize with that, we need to know everything about the family life of the couples we place children with. Regardless of the fact that you say she most likely will not be involved, we know that things happen and if this is something that could put a child in danger…

Artie quickly shakes his head, putting off that thought just as quickly.

Artie: No. No, no, it’s nothing like that. There’s no danger involved in any way. If we really have to explain, the fact is that my mother was unfaithful to my father last year. They’re currently in the middle of getting a divorce, and it’s just been very stressful on our entire family.

Bobbie: And when I say she most likely will not be involved, I mean she definitely will not be involved. We’ve already made that clear to her, and we don’t have much, if any contact with her these days. I promise you, Ms. Stone, we would do everything and anything to protect our child from any sort of harmful situation. Physically and emotionally.

Audra: I would hope so, Bobbie. As you are aware, some of the children we take in have been removed from abusive or neglectful living situations. Or just from environments that are not suitable for children to be living in. It can be very damaging to them, so if there is any chance of a living situation like that again, we would immediately deny those prospective parents.

Artie and Bobbie nod together. They each take in a deep breath and Audra leans forward, grabbing her pen once again.

Audra: Now, that all being said. Are you looking to adopt an infant, or would you prefer to foster a child with plans to adopt? I will be honest, the process of adopting an infant could take a little longer.

Bobbie: That we did discuss and as much as we would love to adopt a baby, we feel that there are simply a lot more children out there currently waiting for a loving family to take them in. So many people would rather adopt a baby because of the fact they can actually raise them from birth, but give love to a child who needs it most.

Artie: We also have our dog, Loki, at home who is a proven amazing emotional support dog. And not just for one person.

Audra looks up, slightly concerned.

Audra: Can I ask what breed of dog Loki is?

Artie: He’s a Bernese Mountain Dog. A big teddy bear, but the best family dog you could ever ask for.

Bobbie: That’s not a problem is it?

Audra: Not necessarily. But it can sometimes play a factor in placing a child. We will learn more about Loki when we do the home visit later on in the process.

Bobbie and Artie both smile, relieved. Audra takes a break from her note taking and reaches to her left side, opening one of her desk drawers. She starts flipping through some folders before she removes a packet of papers and places them on the desk in front of Artie and Bobbie.

Audra: After our meeting today, and before our next meeting, I will need the both of you to fill out this questionnaire and some other forms. Please keep in mind the form that asks for contact information for your character references must be non-family members.

Bobbie and Artie reach for the papers and together start scanning through them. Artie zones out as he looks them over, doing his best to hide how overwhelming this process will be. He understood why they had to go through so many steps, but deep down he was worried that Bobbie would be left heartbroken somehow in the end. And he was more concerned about her than about himself…

The last couple of days, Artie and Bobbie have spent most of the time going through the stack of papers that Audra Stone had given them to fill out. They went through each question on the questionnaire carefully, making sure their answer would not hurt their chances of being approved to foster a child and then ultimately adopt that child. After answering all the questions, they then went over each one a second time to make sure it was all satisfactory because they could not risk submitting anything less for this process.

The other forms included asking for information and history on both of their families. While it was all so overwhelming to go through and fill out, it twas all relatively easy to answer in the long run. But they were about to get to the portion of the forms that to them, was the most important but also the most difficult in deciding what to provide. The character references.

Artie: How many references do we need to list?

Bobbie looks at the forms and then to Artie.

Bobbie: At least four. But I imagine the more we provide, the better.

Artie: Okay. So let’s put Aron down first. That one is obvious.

Bobbie raises an eyebrow and stares at Artie.

Bobbie: And Fenris, too. We can’t list one and not the other.

Artie scratches his head and sighs. Bobbie puts the papers down for a moment and stares at Artie.

Artie: Look, I know Fenris would never say anything that could hurt our chances of being approved, but you and I both know he’s not exactly a people person. I don’t think Audra Stone would get personality like we do. Aron is better at handling these things.

Bobbie: I understand that, but I don’t want Fenris to get mad at us for not listing him as a reference. Besides, he would give another perspective that Aron wouldn’t. Let’s just list him.

Artie shrugs but ultimately agrees. Bobbie had a point, and they needed all the help they could get in this process.

Artie: Who else?

Bobbie: Miles and Carter, obviously.

Artie pushes himself back in his seat, looking hesitant. He scratches his head again, and Bobbie shows her frustration.

Bobbie: Oh come on, Artie! How could we NOT list Miles and Carter?!

Artie: Can we just wait until after Sunday to come up with our references? You may have second thoughts about choosing them.

Bobbie: Why? Because of the fact that Guy booked you against Carter for the title? There’s no bad blood between any of us, so I see no reason why we wouldn’t list them as references. And no matter the outcome of this match, it wouldn’t change things.

Artie folds his arms across his chest and stares at Bobbie for a few minutes.

Artie: Really? So you’re saying that if I beat Carter on his first defense and become the new World Heavyweight Champion, that Carter wouldn’t—

Bobbie: Wouldn’t what? Completely talk back about you and cost us the opportunity to become foster parents? Do you really think so low of Carter to think he would actually do that?!

Artie throws his hands in the air and then stands up in a rush. He takes a few steps away, growing visibly frustrated.

Artie: I don’t know! I mean no! This isn’t easy for me, Bobbie. I’m being thrown into a match against someone I consider a good friend. And it’s for the title he just won a few weeks ago. I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place right now, and on top of it, we’re starting this foster to adopt process.

Bobbie: Artie, in wrestling, friends have to face friends all the time. It’s not a new situation here. Hell, Carter and Miles were put against each other last year because of Victoria Lyons! You have to roll with the punches and either you want to win it, or you don’t. But you better figure it out, because the match is only a couple of days away.

Artie: Of course I want to win, Bobbie. Me winning the World Heavyweight Championship would get such a reaction from everyone. It would prove all my doubters wrong. I’d be the most talked about champion in SCW history.

Bobbie pushes the paperwork away and stands up. She steps closer to him, ready to do her part and be the supportive and comforting wife.

Bobbie: You know that I want nothing more than that for you, sweetie. And I believe you can do it, too. But it doesn’t have to be either or, Artie. If you want to be the champion, fight like hell to win. You’re making this match out to be a bad thing and it’s not. If you ask me, Guy did you a huge a favor. Maybe this is his way of apologizing for how he—

Artie: Apologizing?! Bobbie, I know that even you can’t possibly believe that is why he booked me and Carter against each other with the title on the line. Or have you forgotten that he made himself the referee for the match, too? No. He’s up to something, Bobbie. I just don’t know what it is.

Bobbie nods and then shrugs.

Bobbie: More than likely, yes. I’m just trying to look at it from every angle here. Whatever the reason, and whatever Guy is planning, you just have to fight through it and see what happens. Who knows, IF you lose and IF you make a good enough impression, you could get another shot at the title later on.

Artie: What I want…is to make Guy pay for what he did. But I can’t focus on that, because what is more important this week is trying to beat Carter for the title.

Bobbie: One thing at a time, sweetie. One thing at a time. Like you said, this week focus on trying to beat Carter and win the title. After that? Then you can work on getting back at Guy for what he did. Or…

Artie raises an eyebrow and puts his hands on his hips.

Artie: Or what?

Bobbie: Or you could just…let it go? None of it will matter after this week anyway because it's king for a day. Not for a week. Or a month. Or a year. It’s one day so how long do you plan on going on about this?

Artie lets out a frustrated sigh and shakes his head. He throws his hands in the air again and turns around.

Artie: I don’t know. I’ve just never been so angry about something, and I never thought I would be. And because I was voicing my anger over it all, Alexandra Calaway put me in an embarrassing situation. I did my best but I wasn’t going to win that one anyway. And now this? Guy can’t screw both me and Carter out of the win, so it’s just a matter of who he wants to embarrass more.

Bobbie walks up behind Artie and puts her hands on his shoulders, and massages them. She knows he needs a win just as much as Artie wants the win, but with each loss he is taking it worse and worse.

Bobbie: If Guy tries anything funny, find a way to handle it. And no matter what happens, just move on to the next show and the next match. That’s just how this all works. Can you do that?

Artie closes his eyes and takes several deep breaths. It was taking him longer to adjust to all the ins and outs of being a wrestler than he thought it would, but he knew he had to listen to Bobbie and what she was saying. He turns around, nodding his head and hugs her tight. All he had to do now was to focus more on his match against Carter.

Easy enough, right?

With just two days to go before King Guy With Cape’s episode of Climax Control, the camera opens up inside the very venue where the show will take place…the Broadmoor World Arena in Colorado Springs, Colorado. All was quiet, of course, because the building was empty and the SCW ring and equipment was not set up yet, but what better place for Artie to be. The more time he gets under his belt in SCW, the more ideas he gets for his future promotional work.

Artie: I never understood it. Choosing to walk around an empty arena or a darkened room to speak about or to your opponents. There’s something eerie about it, but also, what is the point? I’m surrounded by absolute silence, but now? I get it.

In the center of the arena, the camera focuses on a shadowed figure. But with the flip of a switch, a spotlight shines on the figure, revealing Artie to be standing right where the SCW ring will be set up for Climax Control. He looks around him, quietly imagining Sundays show.

Artie: The silence gives you the peace and quiet you need to really focus…to really think and envision it all. Your upcoming challenge and what it all means for your career. I’m not completely used to all of this, so you’ll have to excuse me if I’m still not that good. But I’m trying, and that is all that should matter, right? I’m trying, and I’m learning from my mistakes from each match.

He closes his eyes and goes silent for a few long moments. A smile creeps across his face as he opens his eyes again and then looks directly into the camera.

Artie: Take one of my last matches, for example. The King For A Day ladder match. Going into that match, I was the most confident I’ve been since becoming a full time active wrestler. The odds were stacked against me, and no one thought I had a chance. But I did. I had that crown in my grasp. But I let my confidence blind me. I should have known what would happen. I should have seen that Guy would pull a stunt like he did. Use the *air quotes* classic move of spraying mist in my face. He was fighting to keep his crown so naturally he would do anything and everything to keep it.

He shakes his head and looks down at the ground for a few moments. Weeks later he was still sorely disappointed with himself.

Artie: My mistake, though. I definitely won’t let that happen again. And now I find myself going into a match that Guy himself booked and will also be involved in…as the referee. I just can’t catch a break, can I?

He laughs and shakes his head.

Artie: I’m not going to stand here and spend too much time focusing on Guy With Cape, because as much as I would love to be facing him this week, I’m not. I’m facing Carter for the World Heavyweight Championship, and Guy has given himself the referee’s job. And that’s fine. I may not like it, but I’ll accept it. I have to, but as long as Guy doesn’t do anything to provoke me, I won’t do anything to provoke him, either. I just hope he does the right thing and calls this match right down the middle. If he can do that…we won’t have a problem.

He smiles and shakes his head again, knowing as well as everyone else that this match will not come without its problems. He closes his eyes again and then brings his hand up, cupping his right ear.

Artie: Oh, but can you all hear that? Can you hear what I am hearing? It’s the sound of each and every one of you cheering and applauding me as my hand is raised in victory after I beat Carter to become the new World Heavyweight Champion. Who would have thought that about me, right? While everyone always counts me out and thinks of me as the underdog of all underdogs, the noise you will all make when I win will be deafening. It pains me though that it will come at the expense of a good friend.

He pauses and frowns, the guilt over what he is planning to do on Sunday becoming apparent.

Artie: Carter, I know you’re watching this. And I want you to know that this isn’t easy for me. I’ve never been big on any sort of confrontation with anyone, but I also have never felt good about fighting with friends. Granted, we’re not actually fighting, but if there is one thing I know, it’s that anything can happen and either one of us can take something the wrong way. Or, Guy could set us up and try and turn us against each other. Either way, only one of us can win, and I’m sorry to say that I’m not going to take it easy on you.

He shakes his head.

Artie: I know how hard you worked to get where you are, Carter. You busted your butt for a long time and Bobbie and I were excited for you when all that hard work finally paid off. We wanted to see you have a long reign and be the champion we all know that you are. But we never saw this match coming. We never imagined that I would be your opponent in your first defense. Makes me sick that I kind of have to thank Guy for that, all while being suspicious of him at the same time. This wrestling business is nuts.

He shrugs and then looks around the empty arena, still imagining him winning.

Artie: You’ll have other opportunities, Carter. I have no doubt in my mind. But, I want this win. I need this win more than anything, because it will prove to each and every person who has ever doubted me and who continues to doubt me, that they shouldn’t. I may not have the body of a wrestler. I may still be learning and growing as a wrestler, but becoming the new World Heavyweight Champion on Sunday? That will cement my place in SCW history regardless of how long my reign may be or what I do with it. Because no one sees it coming. Everyone thinks I’m going to lose, because that’s been my track record so far.

He pauses and then sighs before looking back into the camera.

Artie: I hope this doesn’t affect our friendship, Carter. I don’t want it to, but like I said earlier, anything can and does happen in this business. I didn’t want to be the one to take that title away from you, much less on your first defense, but things don’t always happen the way we see them or the way we want them to. But I’m not going to be the one to complain either. And win or lose, just know that I respect the hell out of you and I can’t thank you and Miles enough for helping me to get to where I am right now. It’s funny how some things work, isn’t it?

He pauses one last time and then reaches down just out of the camera view and out of the light. When he stands back up and in view of the camera, he is wearing a replica of the SCW World Heavyweight Championship around his waist.

Artie: Take a good long look at this, Carter. And everyone else watching. This isn’t just me dreaming. On Sunday? This will be a reality. Artie Miller will be your NEW SCW World. Heavyweight. Champion!

He pats the replica belt around his waist and then puts his arms out to his side, trying to play the part well. How it all will go down, he still doesn’t know. But he’s going to fight with everything he has to make this dream come true.

Climax Control Archives / All Or Nothing

« Last post by HBCarter on June 13, 2025, 10:03:09 PM »

“I remember…”

Seattle, Washington -
June 13, 2012

It was strange to admit that the memory of his thirteenth birthday was a distant one, but the fact that he recalled it with such clarity and fondness . It was June 2012, on a Wednesday afternoon, and school had just let out. (I know, I know! Going to school on your birthday of all days just reeks of epic sucktitude!) It was the last week of school before summer break was set to begin, which made this birthday adventure something even more wonderful to look back and reminisce on. And it wasn’t just because classes were nearly over for the school year, but because The Avengers had hit theaters and the worldwide phenomenon was quickly catching its full momentum over the last two months without a hint of slowing down. Carter had multiple chances to see the movie since its opening, his Dad having offered a time or two to take him personally, but Carter had found the inner fortitude to wait it out and see it on his birthday. It made it all the more special. A decision that in later years he would have looked back with regret in his heart.

How much more special would it have been to watch such a movie with his Dad and only his Dad?

But at the given time, to make things even better, Carter had been allowed to bring along three of his closest school friends with full approval from their parents; Randy Coppler (Yes, the very same one Carter had been caught with a year later, which effectively outed him to his family). Chloe Morgan and Jessica Ryan. Of truth be told, neither Chloe nor Jessica had any real interest in seeing the Avengers but it was their friend’s birthday and they were also in on the little mission of distracting Carter for what was to come after.

The movie theater lobby smelled like hot, buttered popcorn and melted chocolate, and Carter felt like a VIP just walking in with his friends. His Mom and Dad had given him an envelope with enough funds to treat him and his friends not only with the movie tickets, but also their hearts desires behind the concession stand. And for four hungry teens, that included everything from fresh, hot popcorn to mountainous sodas, nachos with extra cheese and candies like Sour Patch Kids and M&Ms of which Carter had added to his popcorn much to the surprise - and later delight - of his friends.

And after the movie, they couldn’t stop talking. They mimicked the action scenes in the parking lot, throwing invisible shields and fake punches until Joanna, Carter’s mom, yelled, “Alright, Avengers, get in the car!” It wasn’t just a birthday. It was a memory. Carter still remembered the glow of the marquee, the feeling of being young and invincible, and the joy of sharing something epic with people who mattered. Plus, there had been so much more to follow on that day.

Carter watched with a curious surprise as his Mom drove him and his friends not to their respective houses but to their own home and to the small get-together that she and Carter’s Father had chosen to throw in honor of his thirteenth birthday. And while his immediate family was present, Jessica, Randy and Chloe were his only friends from school that had been expressly invited. Much like now, Carter had a very small circle of friends rather than a large number and those three specifically topped the list.

His family home had been gloriously overdone with everything from streamers and confetti to the obligatory rainbow array of helium balloons. The dining room table had been laden with all manner of tasty treats, from his Grams’ homemade marmalade candies and birthday cake fudge . And as far as the main course was concerned? Where the vast majority of kids would want pizza for their birthday dinners, Carter - as you would come to realize later in life - was anything but a normal young man. His favorite birthday meals were served for everyone to enjoy - Sloppy Joes and Taco Pasta casserole. And of course, one could not forget the obligatory Funfetti birthday cake with buttercream frosting and Oreo ice cream to cap the day off.

And to bring the evening to a perfect conclusion - presents! Despite their comfortable life, Joanna and Cillian had never overdone it where their son was concerned. They didn’t flaunt money to the point of spoiling him on a whim. But Christmas and birthdays? That was a different story where they could indulge their son freely and feel no remorse. Among other much desired items, he had been gifted with the video games the Darkness II and the Silent Hill HD Collection, a much coveted Haunted House Lego set and the Gramophone docking station for his brand new IPad. All in all, a birthday collection to look back with fond remembrance. But it was one gift, smaller by comparison, that had always stood out in his mind.

Carter’s birthstone was the moonstone, and his Dad had bought him a moonstone choker, where the bright blue jewel had been set in place and the band was crafted of a perfect tanned leather. Carter loved it, and wore it every single day - until a year later when he had accidentally outed himself and his Dad left the family, seemingly abandoning him. Carter tore the choker off in his grief and hurled it against his bedroom wall, breaking the jewel’s inlay beyond repair. And yet, despite all anger and animosity, he had been unable to bring himself to dispose of it. Even now, the remnants of the choker was kept tucked away in a jewelry box he kept on his nightstand.

Las Vegas, Nevada -
June 2025

“You remembered?” Carter’s mother Joanna asked from her side of the video chat that she had initiated less than an hour ago. It had broken her heart to have to tell him that she and Grams would be unable to fly into Las Vegas as planned for his 26th birthday celebration, but she had been unable to get the time off of work and Grams was a touch under the weather so better as not to risk the trip. And of course, despite his initial disappointment, Carter more than understood.

“Of course I remember.” A weary Carter answered from where had curled up on his and Miles’s living room sofa, talking to his favorite lady from his laptop. “I still rank that as maybe my favorite of birthdays.”

“More so than Dollywood?” His Mom teased, knowing somewhat jealousy that somehow, fate played a hand on her son’s 24th for him and Miles to have accidentally met the “Queen of Country” herself when Miles crossed Carter’s desire to visit Dollywood off of his bucket wish list.

Carter pretended to think it over and shrugged, answering noncommittal “They’re neck and neck.” Bringing a soft smile to his Mom’s face. Then as quickly as Carter had jested, his mood was replaced by a sombre, melancholy tone. He added, “And it was the last birthday I had with Dad.”

And this reminder just made Joanna’s heart break for her son, knowing his heart and soul was filled with regret for all of those lost years he had spent hating the man over what had proven to be machinations on the part of the paternal side of his family.

“Oh Carter…” She started to say in a whisper, but Carter shook his head and spoke up, “No, it’s okay. I just sometimes still have trouble remembering that he’s gone. Like something good happens to me - like when I won the championship - and I feel like a little boy all over again. I want to pick up the phone and call him and tell him all about it and then it dawns on me. I can’t do that any more.”

“Your Father is watching you, Carter.” Joanna nodded, all doubt removed from her mind. “He knows how you feel.” To which Carter could only nod in agreement, even though times sometimes proved hard for him to truly believe. It was then a sound from further in the condo he shared with Miles drew his attention away from the chat. The sound of their front door opening and shutting closed, and Ms. Thang hopped from her perch at the side of his lap to go greet her dad.

Carter looked into the camera and sighed, “I guess I know where I stand in the grand scheme of things.” Much to Joanna’s amusement. And a moment later, in walked Miles carrying a shopping bag which got Carter’s hopes up. Miles did not share his love for shopping, so if he went out for something then that must mean….

Joanna then added, “Good afternoon, Miles.”

“Hi Mum!” Miles leaned into the camera, gifting her with a smile and a wave, and using the affectionate name she had insisted on from the moment he had married her son - the same that Mora had bestowed Carter with the very same day.

Joanna then looked between them and offered, “Okay, I am going to let you boys go. Carter, Grams and I will call you on Friday. Love you!”

“Love you too.” Carter smiled, with Miles adding his own loving wishes as the call came to an end.

“Everything okay?” Miles stood in front of his husband as Carter closed the laptop, answering Miles with a silent nod. Carter then added, “Just some upcoming birthday blues I guess.”

“You’re about thirty years too early for those.” Miles joked, before he noticed where Carter’s eyes had strayed. “You can stop with your oh-so-subtle glances, love.” Miles smirked in a way that just got to Carter. As if his husband was paying him back for his deft hiding of Miles’s presents and the ensuing hunt for said gifts this past Christmas. “Your present isn’t in there.”

“Present?” Carter’s eyebrow rose. “As in singular?”

“Nice try.” Miles said as he set the bag down - away from Carter’s grasp or sight before he took a seat beside him, Ms. Thang promptly hopped up and took a seat on his lap like her throne. “So where did that dirty little mind of yours go to put you in such a mood?”

Carter sighed before he shifted the laptop over to set it on the coffee table before turning to look at Miles. He rested his left arm on the back of the sofa as he tried to decide how best to approach the topic until he finally decided to just tear the proverbial Bandaid off.

“Miles, I was thinking. I don’t think it’s a very good idea to have a birthday party on Friday.”

“What?” Miles frowned, clearly caught off guard. Of all the things that could have been bothering Carter, this was the last thing that he had expected. “I thought you were all excited for a party?”

“I thought so too.” Carter admitted. “But the more I think about it, the more I realize it's not a good idea right now.”

“Why?”

“Because the first person on the guest list would have to be LJ.” Carter said. “And because he’s there, you know we have to invite Alexandra. And .. Bobbie is one of my friends and I'd have to invite her and that would mean…”

“Artie would have to come.” Miles sighed, finally understanding.

“Yeah,” Carter sighed. “And Artie is a friend too. And I admit I am not happy with the way Alexandra treated him. And if they were both at the party and things spilled over…”

“You don't think you could be impartial between the two.” Miles observed.

“That's part of it.” Carter admitted. “The other part is I just wouldn't want them fighting in the first place. So I'm thinking maybe it would be best if we canceled the party plans and just spent it together, just you and me?”

“Well, lovely company as I am..” Miles joked. “You had your heart set on a party. Hell! I had my heart set on throwing you a birthday party!

“You always throw one for my birthday and I've yet to be able to throw one for you.”

Carter nodded. “That's just another reason why I feel lousy right now. Even though it's my birthday I feel like I let you down.”

“Hey, you listen to me…” Miles snaked his arm around his husband’s shoulders and drew him close enough that Carter could smell that smoldering sandalwood cologne that he wore - and knew drove Carter crazy. “You could never disappoint me. I understand what you’re saying and why you feel that way.”

“Thanks.” Carter smiled, meaning every word. Miles slowly stood up, stating, “I’ll let everyone know we’re going light this year. I had to call Artie anyway.”

“Why?”

“Well, I have to explain to him that I can’t help him get ready for the match on Sunday.” He shrugged, as if everything he said made the most sense. “It is against my husband after all…”

“No.”

“No?” Miles raised his own brow.

“No.” Carter emphasized. “I would rather you and Kristjan still help him.”

“Babe, did that hair lightener eat through your scalp?” Miles frowned. “You want me to actually help Artie try to beat you?”

“Miles, what I want is for you to help Artie be at his best.” Carter stated. “I mean, I know you and Fenris have done your best training him but Artie has never gone through the same formal training that you and I have. You’ve pretty much just put him through boot camp. I’m going to look like a right, sorry ass champion if he doesn’t give me a fight.”

Miles just stared at his husband seemingly forever before drawing him in close once again and kissing him deeply and lovingly. Once separated, he stated, “You’re an amazing man, love.”

“Yeah and you better not ever forget it, either.” Carter smirked as he turned he snuggled back up against Miles’s muscular torso.

Las Vegas, Nevada -
June 13

What else did you expect for Carter to have for his birthday dinner than his favorite food; sushi? Miles had taken painstaking measures to research where the best sushi could be had in the famed “City of Sin” and discovered none other than Sushi Roku within Ceasar’s Palace. Carter sat across from Miles at the sleek, modern restaurant, the gentle hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses filled the air as a server placed an artfully arranged platter of sashimi between them. Carter grinned as he picked up a piece of toro with his chopsticks.

"How have I never known about this place?" Carter wondered aloud, popping the delicacy in between his lips and savoring its rich flavor. "And how did you find out about it?"

"I'm just amazing that way." Miles quipped, sipping his sake. “Plus, it is your birthday. If you're not getting a party, then I'm damn sure making sure you get the next best thing."

After a virtual feast of sake, uni, yellowtail, and crispy rice with spicy tuna - then more sake, Carter leaned back in his chair and sighed with contentment. "This was perfect."

"Night isn't over, love." Miles started to fish around inside of his suit jacket pocket, both men having wanted to dress up for the occasion. "I have something else for you."

"Another present?" One of Carter's eyes popped open. "Shouldn't I unwrap that when we're alone?"

Miles just winked at him as he slid the small, cobalt blue box across the table to Carter's waiting hand. He watched as Carter carefully unwrapped the present as a familiar glint caught his eye. Nestled inside was the moonstone choker, his father’s gift from years ago. He lifted it gently, noting the delicate repairs made to the broken band and setting. The stone shimmered faintly under the restaurant lights, just like it used to. Carter’s eyes glistened as he looked up to meet Miles' eyes, and he swallowed hard.

"You fixed it." Carter said, finding it hard to speak. Miles nodded, "It was time you had that part of your Dad back."

Carter stood up and moved to kiss Miles, not caring who saw. He set his forehead against Miles' own and he whispered, "Thank you."

And there it was, the most coveted prize in the entire Superstars’ division of Sin City Wrestling. The World Heavyweight Championship. The camera was focused on a closeup shot of the gold and jewel encrusted central plate of the championship title, and slowly drew back to showcase the prestigious title in all its glory. Housed in a trophy case that Miles Kasey had taken the liberty of installing in their home the moment Carter had first won the championship, it served as a prominent reminder that not only did hard work and perseverance pay off, but dreams really did come true. Sappy as the cliche sentiment sounded. And, as the camera drew back completely, standing there staring at the title he had worked so hard for to prove he truly did belong in the upper echelon of his dream sport, was the champion himself. Carter Kasey-McKinney, or known in the six-sided ring of SCW, Helluva Bottom Carter.

Wearing a cream colored dress suit, Carter had his arms folded across his upper body as he stared through his glasses at the championship that had eluded him for so long.

“I know it’s only been three weeks but I am still having a pretty tough time believing that I finally did it. I spent so long chasing the dream that after a time it felt like the dream had started to chase me. When I was down in Sin City Underground, I thought I was on the fast track to success. I thought because I wrapped up the number of championships that I did down there, that when I got signed to SCW, all the pieces of the puzzle would fall into place in the same success I enjoyed in SCU I would enjoy here.”

Carter shook his head derisively.

“I was wrong. SCW proved to me that I was a little fish in an ocean filled with sharks. And those sharks were hungry for my blood. The established stars were not ready to give up their spots to this plant buoyant rookie who just walked into their locker room, expecting success to fall easily to his feet. They were my wake-up call. Men like J2H, Bill Barnhart and Austin James Mercer were just a few of the veteran names who effectively put me in my place. They taught me that the road to success here was filled with speed bumps and potholes and that there would be no smooth coasting along due to past success.”

“I am not ashamed to admit that I was effectively humbled a number of times by men as great as these and a few more. And well I did manage to score some wins to my credit, I've learned, or should I say I was taught, that success in SCW was a thing far easier said than done. That's why when I won the Internet championship, I started to truly believe that things were looking up for me. And when I lost that title to Kevin Carter, I logically thought the next step up for me would be the world championship.”

Carter laughed heartily at his own self-confidence.

“If only I knew then what I knew now! Every single opportunity I had at that championship slipped through my fingers. The Elite Eight tournament. Directly challenging Finn Whelan. After so many failed opportunities I was beginning to wonder if it was simply not meant to be and that the Internet Championship was my peak. I was ready to pack it in and be satisfied with a midcard role were it not for a number of loved ones that believed in me and would not let me limit myself. That is why I was able to overcome the odds and win the Elimination Chamber. And that is why I was able to take Alex Jones's foot and stick it right in his mouth for everything he did or threatened to do at my expense in an effort to either humble me or get me to back off.”

“And that's why sometimes I still wake up, wondering if it was all some sort of cosmic joke. A dream where I have to get up in the middle of the night and look for this very belt…”

Carter shook his forefinger at the world title belt on display.

“... And make sure of the differences between dreams and realities.”

“And you know what the first thought that ran through my mind was? I was wondering who the higher reps were going to schedule to be my first defense against. Oh I knew well enough that I had J2H on the horizon for Summer XXXtreme since he won Blast From the Past, but I didn't want to wait that long to establish myself as a champion. I did not want to wait to prove to everyone that my win over Alex wasn't a win well-earned. I wanted to be a fighting champion. So I sat back and I waited. And it was well worth it because I did not have to wait for long. But it wasn't Mark Ward or Christian Underwood who booked me in my first defense. It was a royal decree from none other than King Guy. And the lucky recipient?”

Carter turned around and had a warm, genuine smile of affection on his face.

“Artie. A man that I am proud to call a friend. A man who sat there as a guest and watched me marry the love of my life, supporting me for all that I am.”

“Now I am going to be the first to admit that Artie was not the first name that came to mind when it came to who would be challenging me for this title. I was thinking of names like Alex Jones, because he's the former champion and if anybody deserves a title opportunity, he does! There's also Eddie Lyons and Jayden Harris and the list just goes on and on. But Artie? I admit that was a surprise, and I don't mean that in a negative way. When one first takes a look at your overall record inside of the ring, I've heard some critics say that your win-loss record on paper is hardly spotless. My response to those armchair experts?”

“We wrestle on a mat. Not on paper. And when I started to come into my own and flourish, my record was no more impressive. Which leads me to believe that you are just that one decisive victory away from proving who you are and who you can be.”

“You're a sweetheart, Artie. I'll be the first to say that and say that Bobbie is truly a lucky lady to have a man like you at her side. Everything that darling friend of mine has been going through? You stood by her without question. And you did even more than that. You took up her mantle so she did not have anything to worry about in her own absence. At this time went on, you started to blossom and take yourself more seriously for one reason and one reason alone.”

“You started to believe in yourself. It became more than just you wanting to fulfill your wife's contractual obligations. Dare I say it, the wrestling bug bit you hard. And you got more involved in more dangerous situations than anybody could have ever expected! I mean, look at how you even first started inside of the ring!"

“You accidentally signed yourself up for Blast From the Past tournament last year, and a number of people got a laugh at the situation. And I admit I am ashamed to admit, I was one of them that got a few chuckles out of it. Not because I thought it was funny that you were in a situation where you could get hurt because you were inexperienced, but because I just saw the comedic nature of the lunacy behind it all. I mean, I didn't understand how such a mistake could be made, and I fully understood why you try to initially get out of it. And when it was pretty obvious that Christian was going to be a butt about it, you did the smart thing. You poor man enough to admit that you were in over your head and you went out and got the help that you needed. You got Miles. You got Fenris.”

“Willing or not, you could not have chosen any better than those two men to help give you a crash course in the art that is our sport. And even though I heard a few horror stories about what went on and that gym, like Fenris having to chase you down and drag you back kicking and screaming, I am proud of you man because it all paid off. You are here. You are real. And you don't give a damn what anybody has to say about your involvement inside of the ring!”

“And that is exactly where you and I are the same Artie. Because like me? All you want to do is prove yourself and prove to everybody else that you belong. I know how that feels man. I thought against every critic in my way to get to where I'm standing right now, and where I'm standing? It's going to be right across the ring from where you are. Because I'm willing to bet more than likely you were not expecting to be my first challenger. Especially considering who are lovely guest referee just so happens to be!”

Carter drew in a deep breath and exhaled sharply while looking upward, shaking his head in faux disbelief.

“King Guy. I thought everything that he booked last year took the cake. I never expected him to be in this year's King For A Day match, let alone win it. And the moment he did, all I could do is wonder what he was going to try to do to top 2024. And when you and he got into that verbal joust on X, that's when I started to think that everything was about to go straight to hell. And I was right. Not because he put you against me, but because he had to insert himself into the equation and that left more questions unanswered.”

“Why?”

“You're my friend Artie. And I don't use that word very often. I've always kept a close circle around me, and you just happen to be one of the special few in my life that I cherish. And deep down, maybe that's why Guy booked this match. He's not normal.”

Carter tapped his head with a finger.

“He has a twisted mindset when it comes to people who cross or disagree with him. He will want to get even, he will want to teach a lesson by his own admission. The problem is, which one of us is he going to want to take to school? I mean, it’s a given that both of us have called him out in the past. So does he want to see me lose the title so soon after winning it, or does he want to see you in what he hopes is an embarrassing situation?”

Carter shrugged.

“Who knows? But, what I do know is what I want to see. I want to see his face filled with disappointment when nothing he wants to see happens. I want to see you and me bring the house down in my first defense and the biggest match of your own career to date! I want to see Guy pout and complain when you and I give him a front row seat filled with disappointment when we don’t try to kill one another but we do put on a kick ass display for the people that do matter!”

"Artie, we've been through a lot together, inside and outside of this business. And I value our friendship. I’ve learned the hard way to keep those close to me, close. But when we step into that ring, everything changes. The Artie that I know, he's gone. In there, you're the challenger who’s out to take something that belongs to me. And I'm the champion who's not going to let it happen. Our differences, the fact that only one of us can walk out with that title, that's going to overshadow everything else. I'm going to do whatever it takes to retain what's mine.”

Carter took that one step forward and clasped his hands together.

“So, this is it. This is the last thing that I'm going to say before I face somebody that holds such a special place in my life. Someone who has become a favorite of both the fans as well as the locker room. You, Artie. I need you to listen and to understand something.”

He leaned in closely toward the camera, beckoning it forward with a wave of the finger.

“I am not going to drop this championship so easily after everything I went through to win it! I am not going to lose this championship a mere two weeks into my very first reign! I am not going to lose this championship one week after that momentous celebration and making a fool of myself!”

“I am sorry Artie, truly. I love you like a brother but it just is not going to happen.”

Carter walked off camera and the last thing seen was one final shot of the World Championship belt before the screen faded to black.

Climax Control Archives / Hell or High Water: Taking what I want.

« Last post by LilithLocke on June 13, 2025, 09:42:24 PM »

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Date: Unknown — Time doesn't matter when you're chasing the thrill.

They say the ring is where truths are revealed. They say the canvas doesn't lie. Every scar, every bruise, every ounce of pain—honest currency in a world where most wear masks. But tonight, I'm not lacing up my boots. I'm not wrapping my fists or psyching myself up for another battle. Tonight, I'm sitting in silence. Just me, this pen, and the storm I’ve been pretending wasn’t raging in my chest.

And God… that fire.

Kevin lit it.
That son of a bitch—he lit it and walked away like it was just another matchstick in a pile of broken dreams. But I’m not letting it die. Not now. Not ever.

There was a time when I thought my name would fade. Just another girl in the endless line of bombshells who showed up, flared hot, and disappeared faster than they came. Wrestling is full of ghosts, and I didn’t want to be one. I wanted more. I deserved more.

But I didn't always believe that.

There were nights I stared at the ceiling wondering why I even bothered showing up. Nights where my body ached and my soul was too tired to argue with the pain. Nights where it seemed like no one noticed, no one cared. Where I felt like my name was barely a whisper in the halls of Sin City Wrestling—lost among the screams of louder, bolder women with bigger entourages and flashier gimmicks.

But then… Kevin. He didn’t come crashing into my life like a hero in some fairytale. He didn’t sweep me off my feet. That was never our style. He challenged me. Pushed me. Pissed me off. Made me feel like I was more than the role I’d resigned myself to playing. Like I was a wildfire just waiting for someone to stop trying to contain it and instead just… let it burn.

He saw me—not the show, not the mask, not the carefully curated version of Lilith I used to put on for the fans and the cameras. He saw the bruises I didn’t show. He read between the lines I never dared speak aloud. And that night—the one I’ll never forget—he looked me dead in the eyes and said, “You’ve got the kind of hunger that swallows lesser women whole. So what the hell are you waiting for?”

It wasn’t romantic. It was real. Raw. A punch to the gut that hurt in the best way.

That was the night I remembered who the hell I was.

So here I am. Sitting in the middle of a war I chose—a war I’m going to win. Not just for the glory. Not just for the title. But because every damn step I’ve taken led me here. To this moment. The Bombshell Division isn’t ready. They think they are. They think they’ve seen everything. But I’ve got something they can’t measure on a stat sheet or a highlight reel.

I’ve got fire.

And unlike most of them, I don’t run from it. I am it.

They parade around like queens, like icons, talking about legacy and dominance and sisterhood—whatever the flavor of the week is. I watch them preen for the cameras, throw shade on social media, pretend they’re untouchable. But I’ve seen what they look like when the lights go off. I’ve seen the fear behind their eyes when someone like me steps into the ring.

I don’t play the game the way they want me to.

I don’t kneel.

And maybe that’s why I’ve always felt like the outcast. Like I wasn’t made for this world but somehow forced my way into it anyway. I used to be ashamed of that. Now? It’s my greatest weapon. Because I’ve got nothing to lose—and everything to prove.

Kevin has told me, “You don’t need their crown. You’re a kingdom unto yourself.”

I didn’t understand it at first. I thought it was just some poetic bullshit meant to make me feel better after a tough loss. But the more I sat with it, the more it took root inside me. I’m not here to play nice. I’m not here to fit in. I’m not here to wait my turn. I’m here to carve my name into the walls of this place—whether they like it or not. Let them call me a problem. Let them label me difficult, dangerous, unstable. Let them write me off. It won’t matter when they’re flat on their backs, staring up at the lights, trying to figure out how the hell they lost to someone they didn’t even bother preparing for.

Because while they were practicing victory speeches and booking photo shoots, I was bleeding for this. Sacrificing for this. Burning for this. And no spotlight can outshine the kind of fire that’s been lit in my soul. Some nights, I still hear Kevin’s voice in my head. When the crowd fades and the adrenaline wears off. When the locker room is too quiet and I’m left alone with my thoughts.

“Don’t forget why you started, Lilith. Don’t forget who you are. Be the thing they fear, show them.. Show me you can stand on your own.”

As if I ever could. The truth is, I don’t fight for the fans. I don’t fight for the accolades or the paychecks.
I fight because it’s all I’ve ever known. Because the ring doesn’t lie to me. It doesn’t gaslight me. It doesn’t pretend. It’s the only place I’ve ever felt honest. Out there, under the heat of the lights, everything makes sense. Every scream, every strike, every pinfall—it’s all real. And for someone like me, who’s spent a lifetime being told she was too much or not enough, that kind of truth is everything.

They’ll remember me. One way or another.

Maybe not for the glitter or the drama or the press conferences. But they’ll remember what it felt like to stand across from me. To face me. They’ll remember the way I didn’t blink. The way I smiled when they thought they had me beat. The way I refused to break, even when they threw everything they had at me.

Because I’m not just another Bombshell.

I’m the warning they ignored.

I’m the storm they didn’t see coming.

I’m the reckoning they can’t stop.

And if Kevin’s reading this—if by some twist of fate, these words find their way to him—I hope he knows…

You lit the fire.
And I’m not putting it out.

Not yet.

Not until they scream my name like it’s carved into legend.

Not until I’ve made damn sure that every woman who steps into that ring after me knows exactly who Lilith was—and why she could never be duplicated.

You believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself. You broke me open and showed me that even in the ruin, there was something worth saving. You didn’t save me, Kevin. You armed me.

And now?

Now they all get to find out what happens when the fire doesn’t die.

It consumes.

End Entry.

But not the end.
Not even close.

“HELL OR HIGH WATER”
Location: Colorado Springs, Colorado – Off the Grid

The cold mountain air bit at Lilith’s skin as she stepped out onto the overlook, boots crunching over frost-hardened earth. Colorado Springs stretched beneath her, lit in patches by halogen street lamps and the faint pulse of neon far below. The sky above was a sea of storm clouds rolling in slow, quiet menace—bruised gray and roiling with promise. Lightning flickered somewhere over the Front Range in the distance. She inhaled, slow and steady, letting that cold sting her lungs, letting it wake something inside that hadn’t slept in weeks.

She wasn’t dressed for the cold—not really. Torn black jeans clung to her legs, her boots worn and mud-caked. Her jacket was leather, scuffed and scratched from too many nights spent on the road and in fights no one would ever document. Her dark hair was pulled back in a low braid that whipped slightly in the wind. Her fingers flexed at her sides—tight, then loose. It wasn’t nerves. It wasn’t hesitation. It was restraint.

There was a GoPro perched on a nearby rock, the red light glowing. Recording. Capturing everything. This wasn’t a show. This wasn’t some manufactured studio set or in-ring promo crafted for ratings.

This was Lilith.

Unfiltered.

Unforgiving.

Unstoppable.

She stood there in silence for a beat longer, eyes locked on the city as if she could already feel the shockwaves rippling outward from what she was about to say. And then, with her voice low and steady, she began.

“You know what’s funny?”

Her lips curled—not a smile. Something sharper. Something with teeth.

“I’m about twenty minutes away from the arena right now. While they’re testing the lights and setting up the entrance ramp, I’m up here… above it all. Not because I think I’m better. Not because I don’t belong down there. I am the storm they’re building the whole damn card around, they just don’t know it yet. No, I’m up here because I needed space. Space to breathe. Space to clear my head. Space to remind myself who I am before I step into that ring and make sure someone else forgets who they are.”

She shifted slightly, the wind tugging her coat back as she turned to face the camera, eyes like loaded guns.

“I’m talking about you, Mercedes.”

Her name hung in the air, heavy as thunder.

“Sin City Wrestling’s crown jewel. The so-called constant. A pillar of the Bombshell Division. You’ve lasted longer than most, and for that, I guess you deserve some credit. You’ve endured. You’ve weathered trends, roster overhauls, changing times. You’re still here. Still fighting. Still holding on.”

She stepped forward slowly, the camera tightening on her face.

“But here’s the truth no one wants to say out loud: you’re not the future. You’re the cautionary tale.”

A flash of lightning illuminated the peaks behind her—sharp and jagged as the tone in her voice.

“You’re what happens when someone refuses to let go, when someone holds on too long, thinking legacy alone makes them untouchable. You’ve turned survival into a brand. Longevity into an illusion of dominance. But this isn’t about how long you’ve been here, Mercedes. It’s about how fast I’m coming for everything you thought was safe.”

She crouched beside the overlook’s edge, picking up a rock and turning it over in her hand. It was smooth, cold, cracked through the middle. She stared at it for a long moment before letting it fall from her fingers, hearing it tumble into the abyss below.

“That’s what it feels like, doesn’t it? Watching the ground disappear beneath your feet. Watching the inevitable creep toward you while you cling to stats and name recognition like they’re armor. But they won’t save you. Not from me. Because I’m not the next chapter in your book, Mercedes.”

She stood.

“I’m the one who closes it.”

The camera followed her now as she walked slowly along the cliff’s edge, hands out of her pockets, voice steady but hardening.

“I’m not coming to Colorado Springs to steal your spotlight. I’m not coming to take your seat at the table. I’m coming to burn the whole table down. You’ve had your time. You’ve had your reigns, your matches, your moments. But now it’s my moment. And if the only way to get what I deserve is to tear your legacy apart brick by brick, then I’ll start swinging.”

Her eyes narrowed, ice cold.

“Because I’m done asking for opportunities. I’m done knocking on doors that were never going to open for someone like me. Hell or high water, I will get that title shot. And you? You’re the stepping stone. You’re the gatekeeper.”

She tilted her head.

“And I’m the one kicking the gate down.”

The wind picked up, howling now. It wrapped around her like something alive, her coat whipping back behind her as she stalked forward again. Her words came sharper now, like blades carving into skin.

“I’ve spent months watching the Bombshell Division pretend like I’m not a threat. I’ve heard the excuses. ‘Lilith hasn’t done enough. She hasn’t earned it. She’s not marketable enough. Not polished enough.’ Let me explain something.”

Her voice dipped low.

“I’m not here to be polished. I’m not here to smile on posters or sign deals with makeup brands. I’m not the division’s next PR win. I’m the one dragging it back to where it belongs: the fight. The blood. The grit. The war.”

She jabbed a finger at the camera.

“You want to talk about deserving a title shot? Let’s talk about what I’ve done to get here. Let’s talk about the nights I didn’t sleep. The days I trained until my knuckles bled. The battles no one recorded. The pain I didn’t post online because it wasn’t about getting sympathy—it was about building fire in my bones.”

She pressed her hand flat against her chest.

“That fire Kevin lit in me? It hasn’t dimmed. It hasn’t flickered. It’s a goddamn inferno now, and it’s spreading.”

She turned again, facing the city.

“Mercedes, you’re the match this whole company is watching. The ‘veteran showdown.’ The test. They say if I beat you, then maybe I deserve something. Maybe then, they’ll take me seriously.”

Her jaw tightened.

“But I’m not here to pass your test. I’m here to make an example out of you.”

Her breath fogged in the cold, but her eyes never lost their heat.

“When you’re lying on the mat, lungs empty, mind foggy, asking yourself what the hell just hit you—I want you to remember this moment. I want you to remember that I warned you. I gave you a chance to walk away with what little pride you had left. But you stayed.”

She stepped closer again, eyes locking directly with the lens.

“So now you’ll fall.”

For a moment, the wind died. A heavy stillness settled in. All you could hear was her breathing.

Slow. Purposeful. Controlled.

And then she spoke again, the weight of the world behind her voice.

“After I take you out, there will be no more debates. No more rankings to manipulate. No more ignoring the firestorm breathing down management’s neck.”

She raised her voice, not yelling—but commanding.

“You will give me my shot. Whether it’s handed to me in the middle of that ring or pried from the unconscious hands of whoever holds it, I will get it. I will force the spotlight on me, because I am not waiting anymore. Not in the shadows. Not behind someone else’s legacy. I am the one kicking the walls down now. I am the main event.”

She took a long pause. Lightning struck again in the distance, illuminating the jagged terrain beneath the mountains. A distant rumble echoed across the valley. Her voice dropped to a whisper, barely audible, but every word as sharp as broken glass.

“I didn’t come here to be remembered, you want that go to Alexandra Calaway. I came here to make damn sure no one ever forgets.”

Another long silence.

And then—quietly, solemnly—she said: “Hell or high water… I’m coming.”

She turned away from the camera, walking toward the edge one last time. The wind screamed louder now, carrying with it a promise of violence and transformation. She stood there a final moment, silhouetted against a canvas of lightning and stone and sky, before reaching over and clicking the camera off.

Darkness swallowed everything.

“MAKE THEM FEAR YOU”
Location: Abandoned warehouse gym. Colorado Springs. Night.

The warehouse was silent but alive with ghosts. Echoes of fists on heavy bags and guttural shouts from years past still clung to the crumbling concrete walls. Overhead, the hum of fluorescent lights battled the stillness, casting pale light across a dust-laced ring sitting dead-center like an altar. Outside, the night roared with wind, but in here, the only storm was building inside her.

Lilith’s breath steamed in the frigid air. Her hands trembled—not from fear, but from the strain of hours. The tape on her wrists was soaked through with sweat and streaks of red where her knuckles had split open. Her black tank top clung to her body, soaked through. Each breath tasted like iron and heat. She stood just outside the ropes, chest rising and falling like she’d been running through fire.

Inside the ring, Kevin was waiting.

He didn’t speak when she staggered back in. He didn’t have to. The set of his jaw, the calm in his eyes, the way he flexed the pads on his hands—it all said the same thing: You’re not done. Not even close.

Lilith climbed the apron and ducked between the ropes with the weight of gravity tripled. Her legs ached with each step, knees threatening to lock. Her body had already quit twice tonight, and he had made her drag it back both times.

“Combo three,” Kevin said, no inflection. “You know the drill.”

She nodded, wiped her mouth with the back of her taped hand, and took her stance. Then came the hits.

Jab. Cross. Hook. Elbow.

Again.

Harder.

Faster.

Kevin caught each strike cleanly, pushing her off-balance if she hesitated, slamming the pad against her arms when her guard dropped too slow. There were no words of encouragement. No praise. Only the sound of breath and pain and the harsh thuds echoing off the walls.

“Again.”

She fired the combo again. Her elbow landed with a wet crack, and her shoulder flared white-hot. But he didn’t stop her.

“Again.”

The numbers blurred. She didn’t know how many she’d thrown—only that her lungs were tightening, her vision was starting to narrow, and her fists felt like cinder blocks dragging her down.

Then she dropped.

Not dramatically—just a collapse of joints refusing to hold her up. She landed on one knee, her breath coming in short, gasping pulls.

Kevin didn’t move. He stared down at her with that same expressionless mask. “You finished?”

Lilith shook her head, even if every part of her body screamed otherwise.

“Then get up.”

She pushed, and it felt like trying to move a mountain. Her body didn’t want to obey. Her muscles had turned against her. But her will—the raw, bitter fire burning in her gut—had other plans.

When she stood again, she looked like hell.

Kevin didn’t flinch. He simply raised the pads.

“Combo five. Twenty reps. No breaks.”

Lilith opened her mouth to say something, maybe protest, maybe scream—but she swallowed it down. Words were useless here. The only thing that mattered was movement.

She launched into the combo—uppercut, cross, elbow, spinning backfist—and immediately stumbled.

Kevin didn’t correct her. He didn’t help. He just circled her like a vulture.

“Sloppy,” he muttered. “She’ll kill you like that.”

“I said—” she spat through clenched teeth, catching her balance.

“She’ll break you in two. Laugh while she does it. You’re not going to beat her like this. Not even close.”

Lilith’s breath turned to a snarl. She struck again. Cleaner.

He nodded. “Again.”

They went through the reps. She lost count. Somewhere after the thirteenth her legs went numb, her shoulders locked up, and still he kept counting. When she reached twenty, she fell back against the ropes and nearly slid to the mat.

Kevin didn’t stop.

“You want to know why they gave you Mercedes?” he asked, voice low but sharp. “Because they think she’ll chew you up. Because they think you’re fire with no control. Flash without burn. That she’ll humble you in front of everyone. They’re not throwing you a test, Lilith. They’re throwing you in the meat grinder to see what’s left when it spits you out.”

Lilith wiped sweat from her eyes, shaking her head.

“They’re wrong.”

“Are they?”

He stepped forward, pressing the mitts into her chest. “Prove it.”

And she did.

She came at him again, faster this time, fury in every strike. Her fists stopped being fists—they became weapons. Her elbow caught the edge of the pad and glanced off, nearly hitting his jaw. She saw the flicker of surprise in his eyes—and something darker. Satisfaction.

For a moment, the air between them turned electric. Not romantic. Not even personal.

Primal.

Kevin ripped the mitts off and tossed them. “That’s it. Now we spar.”

She hesitated. Her hands were shaking, her legs leaden.

“Now.”

They didn’t circle. They collided.

Kevin didn’t hold back. His palm strikes came hard, meant to knock her senseless, to break her rhythm. He swept her legs, caught her by the hair when she staggered, threw her against the ropes to see how fast she bounced back. When she hit the mat, she had to crawl.

“Get up.”

He wasn’t yelling. His voice never rose. That was the worst part—how clinical it all was. Like he was fine-tuning a weapon.

She launched back at him—wild, unbalanced. He punished her for it. A chop to the chest sent her stumbling. She came back again, more focused, more violent. She ducked his strike and landed one across his ribs. He smiled then—not warm. Not pleased. Just the barest flicker of approval.

He pressed her again. Over and over.

Until finally—she hit him hard enough to drop him to one knee.

Kevin rose slowly, rubbing his jaw, and stared at her like he was finally seeing what he’d been trying to pull out of her all along.

She stood across from him, blood in her mouth, soaked with sweat, chest heaving. But she wasn’t broken.

She was sharpened.

“You want that title shot?” he asked, voice low.

She nodded.

“Then you don’t beat Mercedes. You end her. You send a message so loud the whole damn Bombshell Division hears it in their bones.”

Lilith stared at him, her mouth a thin, bloodied line.

“I will.”

Kevin stepped forward and tapped two fingers against her temple.

“Think like a monster.”

Then he pressed them against her heart.

“Move like a killer.”

Finally, he pointed to the ring beneath their feet.

“Take everything. Give nothing back.”

She didn’t respond. She didn’t need to. Kevin stepped back through the ropes and out of the ring. His job for the night was done. He had dragged her to the edge of her own limits and made her look over. And now? Now she was ready to jump. Lilith turned and looked at herself in the mirror bolted to the wall across the ring. Her reflection didn’t look like a contender. It looked like something dangerous.

Climax Control Archives / DO YOU LIKE MYSTERY MEAT?!

« Last post by GUY on June 13, 2025, 09:15:22 PM »

“Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis!”

Guy practically screaming at the top of his lungs in pure excitement. It was onlya few hours following the King for a Day match. Here he stood with the golden King’s Crown in hand. Holding it up in the air like it was a child. Basking in its glory. His excitement poured out of him a little more.

[ G U Y ] -- It was always going to be just yew and Guy. No one was ever going to keep us apart. No one was ever going to stop our ruling. No one was ever going to take over Guy’s Kingdom. Long live King Guy for-evah!

He couldn’t help himself bringing the crown down. Specifically bringing it down to place it on his head. Making sure it was fitting just right. Guy turned himself to the mirror there in the locker room. Checking out his reflection and how good he looked in his crown. His large black painted lips curled into a smile. Clearly a fan of what he saw, but all of the sudden the reflection in the mirror changed to a more demonic version of himself.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- Aren’t you playing to say thank you?!

Despite it not reflecting in the mirror. There was nothing but a puzzled look on Guy’s face as he stared at this odd ‘version’ of him.

[ G U Y ] -- Thank yew? For what?

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- For the crown? For the win? For helping you get back on the right track as silly as this whole ‘King’ thing is.

[ G U Y ] -- Woah! Woah! This isn't silly at all! This is life! This is Guy’s life! It’s the life of his minions. They need him as their ruler. SCW needs him as their King!

His tone made him sound very offended. Guy letting his fingertips brush along the edge of the crown. Being able to feel it made the entire situation feel real to him. Continuing on with his defense.

[ G U Y ] -- And thank yew? We had a plan. I agreed to let yew have input, but you broke the plans. That’s not what Guy said he wanted to do. Not at all!

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- Your plans are why you have not held a championship. They are why you haven’t been able to compete at a high level against some of the best names this place has to offer.

[ G U Y ] -- I told yew...

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- And I told you! We’re doing things my way now!

That angry voice seemed to boom throughout the entire locker room. Instantly silencing the two-time King. The rage in the reflection’s eyes seemed to really come outy when they narrowed. His voice is still booming with that hint of anger.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- Tonight. I did what needed to be done!

[ G U Y ] -- But you could have really hurt Artie. There was no need for the mist! Do you know how bad that makes Guy look?!

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- Who the hell cares?! That idiot doesn’t deserve any respect. He doesn’t deserve anyone looking out for him. He doesn’t give a damn about you. You mean nothing to him. So why protect him?!

[ G U Y ] -- Guy isn’t protecting him. Artie is a nice...

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- Shut the hell up! This is why I had to take over. This is exactly fucking why! You’re never going to make it on your own!

Again the anger was enough to silence the reigning king.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- Since I secured that stupid crown for you. Since I got you right back on track. Since I made sure Artie didn’t make a bigger embarrassment out of you. Every decision you make for King of the Day is going to come from me.

[ G U Y ] -- Nu! Nu! That’s not going to be needed. Guy has some very big plans for that night. Something all of his minions are going to love!

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- I don’t think you are understanding me here, Guy. This wasn’t up for debate. This wasn’t up for discussion. Every decision. Every match. Every outcome. It’s all going to come from me and you’re going to follow the plan to a tee. Do I make myself perfectly clear?!

[ G U Y ] -- Listen. Guy has this under contr----

All of the sudden he felt like there was a hand around his throat. Finding himself struggling to breathe within an instant. Gasping for air as he was forced to look into the glowing eyes of the reflection.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- Last time I am going to ask you. Do I make myself clear, Guy?! Do I make myself fucking clear?!

In a panic state and to the best of his ability. He nodded his head in such a vigorous manner. As soon as he gave the response this alter ego version of himself was looking for. Guy found himself able to breathe again. Dropping down to his knees gasping for air as he could hear the voice again.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- Artie needs more punishment brought his way. I got just the thing in mind for that. This fake World Champion. Also needs to be punished. Carte needs to understand that he isn’t universally loved and adored like he thinks. He needs to understand that the only people that give a shit about him are the same five people he surrounds himself with. His yes man crew.

Guy still struggling to breathe. His eyebrow arched up a little bit. This couldn’t be good. Not even close to it. For it seemed he was trying to target all the wrong people -- or were they actually all the right people. Guy was starting to feel himself becoming more conflicted by the moment.

[ G U Y ] -- Wait... wait... That’s a fren.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- A friend? You call someone that mocks you the second your outlook doesn’t align with theirs.

[ G U Y ] -- Mmm. Maybe perhaps it was a misunderstanding of Guy? The Bottom Carter wouldn’t do something like that on purpose.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- Like he wouldn’t just sit there and watch Jayden get attacked? Like he wouldn’t take an easy win just to have a shot at the world championship in the first place? It’s time to wake up and smell the coffee Guy. That freak is one of the worst human beings to ever exist.

Hearing the words being said. Guy’s facial expression was becoming softened and more hurt. Like he was starting to realize that maybe what was being said was true. Only for the alter ego to pile it on even more.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- If you aren’t kissing his ass, like he’s the greatest thing since sliced bread. Then he is going to mock you. He is going to laugh at you. He’s going to do whatever he can to bury you. Because that’s just who he is. He will hold others under water. Just to keep himself a float. So punishment is also coming his way.

[ G U Y ] -- I guess... if that’s what really needs to be done. Guy isn’t sure, but maybe. Yew see something Guy doesn’t see. He always thought they were friends, but he did say a lot of bad things about Guy...

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- Exactly. Which is why he must pay. After all, ruling with an iron fist is the only way that you are ever going to prove a point, but that’s something we will get to when the time is right. You see as much punishment that I am going to make you dish out to them. I’m also going to reward you all the time.

[ G U Y ] -- Reward? Like a present?!

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- That’s one way to look at it. We both know that Logan Hunter should have never been able to say he’s a champion. He damn sure shouldn’t have ever been in a position where he was a champion before you. That’s just down right spitting in the face.

[ G U Y ] -- Eff the Logan Hunter. Massive tool. No one likes him. No one wants to be his friend or even his fan. He’s the doo-doo water!

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- And yet somehow he can call himself a champion here before you ever did. Do you see where you have failed and made some unforgivable mistakes to the point that you need me?!

Little did Guy realize, but this alter ego of his was breaking him down mentally. He was destroying him from an emotion standpoint. It was all done to be able to take full control of the mind, body, and spirit of the Caped Warrior. Something he just didn’t understand the concept of and therefore it was working. Guy was questioning himself now more than ever.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- But there’s no need to fear. There’s no need to feat at all Guy. The plan worked tonight. The plan will work in a couple of weeks. When it is all said and done. You’ll be able to call yourself a champion. Then when that happens. You’ll have no other choice but to admit that I’ve been right and you’ve been wrong this entire time. I am always a man of my word.

That smirking expression of the alter ego was highlighted in that mirror. Guy still remained silent as he was questioning everything. He felt lost and defeated by some of the words that were said to him. Yet on the flip of it. His disdain and dislike for Logan was making him have a clouded judgement. Maybe just maybe this alter ego did have his best interest in mind. It was a lot to process and only time would tell in whether or not this was all going to be a dream come true or a nightmare just waiting to happen.

This was not a sight Calvin wanted to see. Not even close to it. Holding his hand over his eyes trying to shield himself from the pale backside of Guy. He was roaming around this office in nothing but a hospital gown. Putting all the cheeks out on display.

[ C A L V I N ] -- Tell me again. Why the hell I had to tag along to your doctor’s appointment?!

Guy was focusing on one of the jars sitting on the table. Pulling out the cotton swaps a little bit at a time. Seemingly no issues with his backside being all exposed, especially exposed to his friend.

[ G U Y ] -- So Guy has someone that can back him up! Everyone is talking crazy to Guy about his acid reflux condition. Yew are here to hear the doctor, so yew can confirm what Guy has already said when he gets reupped on his medication for it!

[ C A L V I N ] -- If we are just here for acid reflux... What is the point of the gown?!

[ G U Y ] -- Oooh! Guy just likes to be comfortable, silly.

[ C A L V I N ] -- Well comfortably sit down so I don’t have to see your ass anymore. For fucks sake. I didn’t know skin could get that pale!

[ G U Y ] -- Oopsie!

Following behind called out. Guy quickly tucked his hands under the gown to hide his backside while he shuffled over to take a seat right on the table. Thankfully this nightmare might be ending soon for Calvin. Thanks to a simple knock on the door followed by a redhead doctor walking inside. She looked over at to Guy and smiled wide.

[ D O C T O R ] -- Well if it isn’t my favorite patient!

[ G U Y ] -- Huzzah Doc!

[ D O C T O R ] -- What brings you in today, sir? Been a little while since I’ve seen you.

[ G U Y ] -- Guy has been a very busy bee!

[ D O C T O R ] -- Not exactly a bad thing I haven’t seen you. Just means you’re in good health and that’s what we want.

[ G U Y ] -- That was until Guy’s acid reflux came back to haunt him.

[ D O C T O R ] -- Oh no! That’s terrible to hear.

There was quite the gasp from the doctor. Calvin just sat there shaking his head from side to side. This is why Guy was the way that he was. So many people played into his shenanigans.

[ G U Y ] -- Oh no indeed. Guy thought he would be okay without the meds for just a little bit. But that wasn’t the case. He had a very-very bad flare up in a match recently. It got messy!

[ D O C T O R ] -- Messy? This doesn’t sound good at all.

[ G U Y ] -- Nope! Wasn’t good at all. It all came up in one of Guy’s opponent’s faces. The big yuck. Caused him to fall down and go boom. Guy felt terrible about it, but before he could even apologize after the match. They all said Guy cheated and used mist. They were very mean and nasty towards Guy for his condition. Isn’t that right Calvin?

[ C A L V I N ] -- Don’t drag me into all of this. I am already regretting coming along to all of this.

[ G U Y ] -- He’s a big grump, but soft as a teddy bare. Don’t take nothing he says seriously doc.

[ D O C T O R ] -- Trust me. I won’t. I deal with people like that all the time. Sometimes even worst than that. No harm done.

Quickly, the doctor found herself pulling her pen out of the little pocket of her scrubs and started to jot down on the clipboard she had in her lap.

[ D O C T O R ] -- I can tell you Guy. I am terribly sorry to hear that people were rude and nasty to you over something that you cannot control. Acid reflux is common and most people should know that.

[ G U Y ] -- Yiiiiiis! Yiiiis they should, but the thing is. Guy deals with a lot of... erm... not so smart people almost every single week. They call Guy the big dumb, but most of them don’t even know what two plus two is. Can’t expect them to know about serious medical conditions like this.

[ D O C T O R ] -- That’s why doctors exist, but have no fear. I’m writing this prescription for you for a reup on your medication to help control it. Going to even bring the dosage up just a little more. Once you start taking it again. Give it a day or two. Then you should feel a lot better.

[ G U Y ] -- Huzzah! The best doctor on the planet!

There was another excited yell that came from Guy. Before the doctor ripped off that piece of paper and decided to hand it over to him. Guy taking it, folding it up, and then tucking it under the hospital gown.

[ D O C T O R ] -- Anything else I can do for you, Guy?

[ G U Y ] -- Newp! Not at all. This will get Guy back on track and now he can prove all those rude nasty people to be wrong.

[ D O C T O R ] -- I wouldn’t pay too much attention to them. Just get yourself right.

She then pushed herself up from her chair and found herself walking back out of the office door. She came in. Guy reached for that piece of paper and pulled it back out shaking it in Calvin’s face.

[ G U Y ] -- Nana BooBooo!

[ C A L V I N ] -- You know you aren’t helping your case right?

[ G U Y ] -- Pffffft!

Calvin once again shook his head with Guy just beaming from ear to ear. Thinking that somehow this was going to make everything right. That wasn’t the case at all.

With the cameras rolling the scenery was a little different. A little odd. Almost ominous in a way. All thanks to the dark room with a single bulb hanging below. Lighting up the room just enough to highlight a black hooded figure standing there. Their back turned to the cameras. Then a laugh could be heard coming from them.

“KeKeKeKeKeKe!”

That laugh had the hooded figure’s shoulders popping up and down. With that laugh of theirs getting a little louder.

“Kekekekekekeke!”

Everything about that laugh was a dead give away as to who was in that hood. It was such a familiar to the land of Sin City Wrestling.

“Kekekekekekekek!”

That hood figure’s hand reached up and yanked down on the hood. The back of their head could be seen. Before spinning themselves around. Revealing the identity to be none other than Guy. That large grin across those black painted lips of his.

“Suuuuurpriiiiiiiiiiiise Logan! It is your King Guy. Aka the Most Royal Leader of His Minions. Aka the Mystery Meat Opponent for yew. Aka da Future Champion of Roulette! Isn’t this just wonderful?”

That laugh of his could be heard once again. Of course as much joy as he felt right now. There was a very good chance that the man he just referenced wouldn’t be feeling the same way by any means.

“King Guy is giving yew a chance to be on his show. In the first ever Pin The Jackass Gauntlet. Where your Championship of Roulette will be on da line! Just in case yew don’t fully understand. Since Guy knows you are da mega dumb and have a hard time understanding the most basic of concepts that even first graders get. Yew is the Jackass that everyone in this gauntlet is trying to pin. If Guy had been finking a little bit better. He would have made yew wear a donkey costume, but as Da King. He has been very busy, focused on far more important stuffs than yew.”

Such a nonchalant shrug seemed to escape the Caped Warrior’s shoulders.

“And honestly after all the horredoes things you’ve said about your King. From the past and leading up to this match. Guy must admit he isn’t shocked but it is very appalling. Like how dare yew be so ungrateful? Yew were gift wrapped a shot at da Championship of Roulette. To which yew fumbled, stumbled, and bumbled your way through despite being a very limited wrassler. Walked away with le championship. Den wanted to brag like it was da greatest thing to ever happen since da invention of peanut butter and banana sammiches. So Guy becomes a very gracious King.”

“He presents yew with an opportunity to show how good of a champion roulette player yew are. Let’s see what da great Logan Hunter is all about. Das where dis championship defense and gauntlet match takes place. Once again being gift-wrapped an opportunity. Being put on your King’s show. Guy even kinda sorta made it easy for yew with Justin and Bill being in it. Yet yew still can’t be thankful? Yew still show your king some respect? What a naughty boy yew are, Logan.”

A ‘tsk-tsk’ came from Guy as he waved his finger from side to side just a bit.

“Before your King further discusses what a naughty boy yew have been. He feels like he has to address the jesters of the match. Da ones King Guy called easy-peasy for Logan to get on through. This might be offensive to yew, Justin. It might be offensive to yew, Bill. This might make yew feel all angry inside. Little bit of jealousness yis? That’s okay. It’s twenty-twenty five. We are allowed to have feelings. No one can tell yew that they are invalid. Nope not at all. Be upsetty spaghetti over it. Buuuuuuuuuuut...”

“What your King said is not wrong. It’s not even a teenie tiny bit wrong. No sir. Yew are both very easy. Anytime people see the Bulldog. They just go ope there goes that puppy again. Big ol’ bark on him, but he would never bite. Don’t even have any teeths to bite with. Besides at this point people are starting to take pity on yew, Bulldog. They know it’s wrong to be committing violence against animals. They know that PETA should have stepped in long ago. They know that dogs versus wrasslers just isn’t right.”

“It’s wrong in every sense of the word. So they take pity on yew now. They just try and tip toe around it so they don’t hurt you. They just get their win and move on. This is all it is going to be this time around. Logan is just going to eliminate yew from this match. There goes yew dreams of becoming the Champion of Roulette but dogs don’t win championships anyway. So in the end it’ll be juuuuust fine. Maybe after this pending loss. Yew will get the hint and go run live in the words like a good puppy. Never to be seen or heard from again. Yew deserve that kind of peace, Bulldog!”

The way that Guy spoke was just a little bit out of ordinary for him. Far more dismissive and crude than usual. Something that had come out more and more as of late. Yet, that smile of his never faded. Kind of creepy how the expression didn’t change.

“As far as you go Mr. Loser Butthead, Justin. No one is taking pity on yew. They’ve just all come to realize two things about yew. The first one is yew just isn’t smart. Nothing yew every say makes a lick of sense. Like the CTE is very-very apparent in da speech. To the point it’s like yew just say the same thing every single week. Every single promo. Very concerning, dey should look at yew brain. Buuuut as your King was saying. His other minions just know you are the big dumb. No point in giving yew any real time of day. And the other fing they’ve come to learn. Yew are just everyone’s punching bag!”

“Yew is the person people get to face when they debut here. Easy win for them. Get their baby legs under them. Yew are the person people face when they need a pick me up and need tp get back on track cause dey keep losing. Someone like Miles Kasey. Yah, he benefit from facing yew. People forget his losses when he gets an easy win against yew. Yew are be the person that people just get to beat up over and over again. Either get their confidence back to what it once was or help boost their confidence. Yew never put up a real fight.”

“Yew never prove yourself. Yew never dig down deep and bring something new to the table. Yew never ever prove anything that anyone has ever said about yew to be wrong. Yew just accept it, just like yew accept being nothing more than everyone’s punching bag. Yew are a loser and that’s what yew deserve. So of course Logan is going to smack yew around in this gauntlet. Of course he’s going to smack the Bulldog around in this gauntlet. He will get through the two of yew with ease, but den the real challenge comes. Overcoming the final boss of dis video game. King Guy, kekeke!”

With the lack of respect being shown and that laugh being heard once again. It was becoming very clear that Guy wasn’t going to back down from his view anytime soon.

“Now back to yew naughty boy, Logan. Don’t get yew panties all wet when I call yew that. It’s not a compliment by any means. Nor is it a sign yew should go back to tweeting about having da secks with the Artfiical Intelligence. Yew are naughty because yew show no respect to those that are clearly better than yew. At no point have you ever recognized that you are truly the drizzling poops. How yew can choose to keep ignoring it? How yew continue to act like it’s not obvious confuses da heck out of Guy and it takes alot to confuse your King. Yep, yep.”

“Fink about it Logan. Truly fink about it. How many times has someone went: ‘Woooow. Dat was an awesome Logan Hunter promo’?! How many times has someone ever been like ‘Logan Hunter has put on a five star match’?! How many times has anyone ever said ‘Logan Hunter is going to make a great champion one day’?! Or even better than that. How many times has someone went ‘This Logan Hunter dude. He’s the future. He’s going to be somebody huge in SCW’?! Please answer Guy. How many times has that happened? We’ll all wait until yew give us the answer.”

Folding his arms across his chest with a little bit of sass to him. Doing exactly what he said he was going to do when it came to waiting. Knowing damn well he wasn’t going to get an answer, but it was all done by design. All to help further embarrass the current reigning and defending Roulette Champion.

“Just like Guy expected. Yew are the big dumb. Can’t even provide a simple answer to simple questions. So allow your King to answer them for yew, Logan. Not one time. Not one time at all did any of those things get said about yew. No one has ever thought yew were great at anything. If anything yew are just a giant pimple on the bottocks that everyone wishes would just go away and never ever come back. It would be a much better place if that did happen. But even though that’s the case and even though yew know that. Yew gonna do what yew do best when yew don’t want to deal with the truth. Yew will stick to those ‘no selling’ ways of yours.”

“Yew won’t acknowledge that yew are a waste to the roster. Yew won’t acknowledge your losing record. Yew won’t acknowledge the amount of times yew have ran your mouth only to get punched in it. Yew damn sure won’t acknowledge that are without a doubt better than yew and have put yew in your place. Yew ‘no sold’ da heck out of Guy beating the goofy out of yew a few months back. Acted like it didn’t happen. A true, cowardly act. Yew have done the same to Kris Ryans, Miles Kasey, and even Kevin Carter. Yew got this god complex about yourself that yew just can’t ever acknowledge any of this. Heck, the complex is so bad that it has blinded yew to this very moment.”

Once again he just shook his head from side to side. That unimpressed look remains on the royal King’s expression for the time being.

“Stevie HECKIN’ Wonder could have seen this coming a mile away. Your King was always going to be the mystery opponent. Your King was always going to be the one to challenge yew status as champion. Especially when it came to his Kingdom. Yew were never going to be able to walk around here like yew owned this place. Yew were never going to walk around here like yew were bigger than your king. And it was always going to be a King Guy that yew were going to have to answer to when it came to defending that championship. Yew may be delulu. Yew may not believe what is being sad. Your god complex may keep yew oblivious to everything around yew, but this is the reality that you are going to have to live with!”

Guy’s eyes seemed to narrow once again. Not really backing down from his own beliefs on the matter at hand. All before a deep breath overcame the royal majesty.

“This. All of this is nothing more than a gigantic waste of Guy’s time. It’s a waste of his words, effort, and wisdom. He knows that it is going to go in one ear and out the other for yew, Logan. Like your King has already established. Yew are going to no sell it all. Yew are going to turn the other cheek. Yew are going to continue to be the same way that you today as yew were yesterday.” “

“Nothing about yew is ever going to change and therefore it is never going to ge better. However, when the dust settles and when the smoke clears out. Yew will be left lying in the middle of the ring. Being laughed out by thousands and thousands. For having one of the shortest Champion of Roulette reigns in history. All while King Guy prances around yew the brand spanking new champion. Sucks to suck, idiot!”

The zoom in on Guy’s large smirk was next level. There was no denying that it was done to help send the final message. All of which meant nothing when someone like Logan refused to acknowledge what was waiting in the winds for him, but soon enough he wouldn't be able to escape what reality was. The cameras remained zoomed in on that creepy yet arrogant looking smirk for a few more seconds before finally fading out to black and leaving the people on the edge of their seats.

Climax Control Archives / I GET ANOTHER CHANCE TO EARN THE ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP

« Last post by Andrew on June 13, 2025, 12:06:40 PM »

I GET ANOTHER CHANCE TO EARN THE ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP IN A PIN THE JACKASS ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

A shot of the Narrator for Bill and Bea Barnhart and Felix Hernandez comes up on our television screen. When the broadcast studio informs the Narrator he is now live broadcasting he jumps into his opening comments for Bill’s upcoming Roulette Championship match.

Narrator: Well I have to admit that the King For A Day has decided to put Logan Hunter, Justin Smith, Bill Barnhart, and a mystery wrestler, into a match they call PIN THE JACKASS GAUNTLET MATCH FOR THE ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP. Bill has assured me that he wants to walk away with the win which would make him a three-time Roulette Champion here in Sin City Wrestling. With that said I turn the air time over to Bill Barnhart.

The camera shot changes from that of the Narrator to a shot of Bill and Bea Barnhart at their hotel room in the Courtyard By Marriott hotel which is a short distance from the Broadmoor World Arena in Colorado Springs, Colorado, where Sin City Wrestling is holding Climax Control 427 on Sunday, June 15, 2025. The camera person informs Bill and Bea they are now live broadcasting and we can tell Bill and Bea are excited to comment on Bill’s match.

Bill: I wish to thank all the viewers who decided to tune in and hear what I have to say about my PIN THE JACKASS Roulette Championship match this coming Sunday.

Bea: Before we go into Bill’s match I would like to comment that although Kate Steele won our match last week I feel the match was tainted as someone ran in on the ring and tried to interfere in our match. I honestly can’t blame Kate for being worried and hiring interference but that doesn’t take the coward concept out of what she did. Maybe down the road a bit we can have another match that prevents others from interfering in the match.

Bill: I know how you feel Bea. Happens to me a lot.

Bea: We will just put it behind us until the next match I have against Kate. For now we need to focus on your match for the World Roulette Championship.

Bill: Everyone knows. . .or should know by now. . .that I am a two time Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion and I held the Roulette Championship for a total of 7 months. I want to earn the Roulette Championship again and I have that chance at Climax Control 427.

Bea: Everyone knows that I want to win the Bombshell Roulette Championship and that will happen soon.

Bill: Just remember to keep trying and never give up and the day will come that you are crowed as the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship.

Bea: What are you thinking as we lead up to your Pin The Jackass Gauntlet Match for the Roulette Championship?

Bill: That is a bit hard to say Bea. Nobody seems to know what the hell a PIN THE JACKASS GAUNTLET is. What will be getting pinned to the jackass and who is the jackass that will get pinned? I don’t know and apparently nobody honestly knows what the match consists of and how to win the match. We all know what a Gauntlet is but we are not sure how pinning something is accomplished unless it is simply pinning your opponent. Maybe they will explain the concept of the match before the match starts. Regardless of how the King For The Day designs the match the match will work in my favor and I will win.

Bea: Well, Bill, we will find out on Sunday. I hope when they announce how the match will work that they will present all the information so that the four wrestlers in the match know what is going on.

Bill: To be honest with you and the viewers I think there is this lack of information concerning the type of match, and having a mystery participant in the match, and that nobody knows what the term PIN THE JACKASS GAUNTLY means, that is is likely that Logan Hunter has gone around and got some help to try to get our match rigged so that he can win the match.

Bea: Anything is possible in the sport of wrestling. Are you ready to talk about your opponents?

Bill: First on my list is Logan Hunter. He defeated Aiden Reynolds to become the Roulette Champion and Aiden is a good wrestler. Now the situation is whether Logan can keep possession of the Championship so that could be the reason for the secrecy on what this match is truly about and the fact that there has been an arrangement made to bring in a fourth wrestler who has yet to be named. The fact that Logan is trying to rig this match is his favor tells me he is worried about losing me.

Bea: Next on the list is Justin Smith.

Bill: Nothing new here between me and Justin. He is simply no match for me and I have defeated him several times. Next!

Bea: Third wrestler up is the Mystery Wrestler.

Bill: Now I want everyone to think hard. Why would Logan Hunger try to rig the match if he wasn’t afraid of me taking the Roulette Championship away from him? Why would he have to keep one of the participants a secret? Well I am here to tell everyone that Logan’s attempts to rig this match is going to fail. I never have to lie and deceive my opponents to get a win. I just go in, kick ass, and walk away as the winner.

Bea: How do you measure up to the two opponents that you know their height and weight?

Bill: I come into this match at 6 feet 4 inches and 240 pounds. Logan Hunger comes into this match at 6 feet and 220 pounds. And Justin Smith comes into this match at 6 feet 4 inches and 250 pounds. We will find out what the mystery wrestler is about when our match starts.

Bea: And now tell the viewers your history as Roulette Champion.

Bill: My first shot at the Roulette Championship came up when the Roulette Championship was vacated. I had a Triple Threat match with myself, Miles Kasey and Lincoln Daniels and I won the match and was crowned the Sin City Wrestling Roulette Championship. I lost the Roulette Championship 6 months later to Fin Whelan. I obtained the Roulette Championship again on October 30, 2022 and lost possession of it on January 15, 2023. I held the Roulette Championship twice for a total of 9 months. Now with this match at Climax Control 427 I am going to be crowned as a three-time Roulette Champion.

Bea: Don’t let this opportunity slip through your hands Bill. If that happens the next thing you know is I will become a one-time Bombshell Roulette Champion then obtain it another time and become a two-time Bombshell Roulette Champion to come up even with you in the amount of times you were the Roulette Champion.

Bill: Nice try Bea but I am determined to become a three-time Roulette Champion this Sunday. And this time I plan on being Roulette Champion for a longer time than my first two Roulette Championship reigns combined.

Bea: Awww, Bill, you just love to tease me.

Bill: That is okay Bea as I will always love you. I would like to close my comments for today with some things. With the type of match we are involved in there is no advantage for any of the wrestlers as we all have to deal with what is thrown our way. In a match like this you cannot rush into a situation without figuring out what rushing into a situation in the match will do to you and the wrestler, or wrestlers, you are confronting. If there will be weapons tossed around the ring for us to use then we each need to choose our weapons carefully and wisely. The way I see a match like this is that the person who has the most dedicated and determined mindset is going to come out of our match as the winner and the newly crowned Roulette Champion. Sorry to disappoint the others in our match but I have no intention of losing to you fools. See you in the wrestling ring on Sunday.

Bea informs the camera person that they are done with Bill’s comments for his upcoming match and that they can cut their camera feed. The camera person cuts the camera feed and our screen goes dark.

Climax Control Archives / Song's promo

« Last post by Wong Fai Hung on June 13, 2025, 10:14:07 AM »

Off Camera

Three matches—two wins were given to Alicia, one in WWH and one in Honor. We discussed and planned those matches privately, agreeing that Alicia would win both times. Then came the match in SCW—this one wasn’t predetermined or discussed beforehand. The winner would be decided by whoever was the better wrestler that night.

That match happened. And since it was based on skill, not a worked outcome, the result was clear. But that’s when the true colors of a sore loser showed. Alicia couldn’t handle the loss and completely went off script, breaking character and throwing a public Twitter meltdown. They ranted about having screenshots of conversations with the owners—threatening to make them public. Why? Because instead of accepting the loss with respect, after being put over freely twice, they chose to be a pathetic, disrespectful person instead.

That was years ago, and to this day, they have never reached out to admit they acted out of line or that they were wrong. They never apologized—because they meant every word of what they said. So, any respect I once had for them died years ago and has never returned.

It’s crystal clear with this person: they must win—or else. I have better things to do than waste my time on someone like that. And trust me, I’m being nice about this—because if I spilled everything I know about them, they’d be crying about it later.

So, take this win. We both already know who the better wrestler—and person—is.

On Camera

The scene opens with Song standing alone inside an empty training ring. The lights are dim, the atmosphere quiet but heavy with meaning. She leans against the ropes, taking in the space before turning to the camera.

Song: Every journey has its final stretch. Every fighter, no matter how strong, eventually reaches a point where it’s time to move on. And this Sunday, I step into that ring knowing it’s one of my last matches here.

I’ve fought battles in this company that tested me in ways I never expected. I’ve bled, I’ve pushed myself, I’ve stood toe-to-toe with the best—and every single time, I gave it everything I had. But more than the wins, more than the moments inside the ropes, the thing I’ll carry with me the most is you—the fans.

Your energy, your voices, your passion—it has meant more to me than I can ever express. You’ve lifted me up, challenged me, and reminded me why I do this. And so, this Sunday, I don’t step into that ring to prove anything. I step into it to give you one final match to remember.

I won’t hold back. I won’t hesitate. I won’t change who I am.

One last time—let’s make it unforgettable.

Song steps away from the ropes, rolling her shoulders as the camera slowly fades to black.

Climax Control Archives / A bad Martial arts movie

« Last post by Alicia Lukas on June 13, 2025, 07:15:19 AM »

Flowers and dresses and bridesmaids oh my!

Bridal boutiques are weird.

Pink light blue and white coloured walls with flowers all around as well as books with pictures of other people‘s weddings. A place where you can choose what you want for your wedding while being bombarded by ideas from other people. Originality is truly dead. And this is where Alicia Lukas finds herself. A place where she has been many times before in her life. Not only for herself but also for friends and family.

Twice before Alicia has been married, twice before she’s had to go through the planning. She understands what she is looking for and what she wants but at the same time, she’s over it. Sick and tired of all of the pageantry, sick and tired of having to pick out everything from colors to a theme, bridesmaids' dresses, wedding dresses, and flowers. All of it felt like a colossal waste of time. She knew she wanted to marry Austin, she loved him, she had been through this whole thing with weddings before so why did she want to go through it again when all she wanted to do was live a life with the man she loved?

Family, family, and friends. They wanted to celebrate their love and Austin seemed to be all for it. So Alicia was not going to rob him of that. She was going to Smile and do everything she could to make it a wedding that they would both remember.

So here she was, sitting in a bridal boutique in New York City. Accompanied by her sister and maid of honor Zoey as well as her bridesmaids Kallie Reznik and her childhood friend Bianca. The four women laughed as they flicked through books while trying to find ideas. ”Look at this one. It looks like a fucking cupcake threw up on it.”

”Oh that's pretty!” Zoey shot Kallie a horrified look, her long blonde hair was tied back as she wore a black leather biker jacket, and tight black jeans with a chain that goes from a belt loop at the front to the back. Alicia is dressed similarly to her sister as Kallie and Bianca are both dressed in regular jeans and t-shirts.

Alicia shakes her head and grabs hold of the book before turning it toward the girls with a smile ”These are the dresses that I want to get. And don’t worry Kallie…. I’m going to get you a dress that gives you a little extra space around the midsection.”

Kallie smiles and nods, before she can say anything though Zoey pops up. ”The Australian got you pregnant again? Already? Tell him to get a fucking hobby.”

Alicia couldn’t help but laugh, Kallie narrowed her eyes. ”Alicia, did you get her address? That is a little wider around the shoulders to accommodate her?”

Zoey raised her eyebrows and stepped forward, folding her arms over her chest before letting out a laugh and padding Kallie on the shoulder. ”Damn you got snarky….”

Kallie smiled and gave a small shrug as Zoey backed away. Alicia let out a deep breath and made a few notes in the notebook that was sitting next to her about the flowers and the dresses. ”You’d think after I’ve already done this twice that I’d be better at it. But the truth is I have no idea what I want to do.”

”But weddings are so fun and magical and beautiful and it’s a celebration of your love with Austin.”

”You could always just have your wedding on one of the shows. Then it would dissolve into a bunch of brawls and chair throwing. You should do that, that sounds amazing.”

Alicia shook her head and smiled ”I already joked with Austin about that. It’s why we’re not going to have Alex and Finn anywhere near each other…. or Aaron and Kayla”

Zoey rolls her eyes ”Aaron and Kayla fighting in high heels? Shit that would be entertaining not to mention the fact that Kallie would be freaking out.” Zoey points at Kallie who frowns and pouts.

”I don’t want there to be a murder at my wedding Zoey….”

”It wouldn’t be that bad…”

”No…it would be…Kayla told me she’d throw Aaron off a bridge….”

Alicia shakes her head again as Zoey smiles. Meanwhile, Bianca who had been quiet this entire time looks horrified at the other three.

”What is wrong with you people?”

Alicia sighs heavily and sits back. Bianca wasn’t used to this. She wasn’t used to the world that these three came from. Alicia realized that it was going to be a big job having to cross her lives together. People from outside the wrestling business as well as everyone inside. She took a deep breath and grabbed her notepad standing up and folding her arms over her chest.

”It’s okay, I’ll figure it out. But this day has to be good. I owe it to Austin.”

A bad Martial Arts film.

”No, I’m not happy with how my Blast from the past campaign ended…”

Alicia closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Her teeth grind together as she looks away from the camera. Almost as if she would be struggling to make eye contact with any of us while watching the promo from the comfort of our own homes.

”I lost. Not only did I lose a loss to one person in this company that I despise. I despise her attitude and I despise who she is. I went against her and I failed. And I have no one to blame myself. You know, I’ve always made a big deal about how people handle losses in this company. So many of you will lose a big match and then pop up the next time we see you like nothing is wrong. Like it’s just another day at the office. But I need to practice what I preach and I’m gonna be completely honest with every single one of you right now. I’m angry at myself for losing that match.”

“I’m angry at myself for throwing away a perfect opportunity. And losing to that woman, failing to beat her, and getting eliminated by Micah makes me sick. Because I should’ve beaten her. I should have been able to put that bitch in the ground where she belongs and I should have been able to go on to the final of the blast from the past and walk away the winner. Instead, I let it all slip through my fingers and I ended up failing. And for someone like me failure is Like dying inside. Failure is something that I’m not used to. For years I was looked at as the gold standard in women’s professional wrestling but in the last few years at least I have become a joke.”

“The punchline….”

“Much like Micah. But the difference between myself and that arrogant bitch is that when I failed I picked myself up and came right back to work. Now that tournament is over I’m still here and I’m still ready to go. Meanwhile, she’s packed up and gone back to Hawaii. Just like we all said she would. And that’s what you get when you let someone like her come back into the company. She uses the blast from the past as an opportunity to try and jump the line and then instead of earning her position in the company she just leaves. That hasn’t happened with me. And if I had got to that final I damn sure wouldn’t have done what she didn’t threw it all away.”

Alicia starts to get angry, you can see it in her eyes and her body language. You can see it in the way she carries herself herself.

”If I got through to that final I would’ve faced Frankie Holiday and Laura Phoenix. I would’ve solved the riddle of Frankie holiday and I would’ve bitch slapped Laura Phoenix back into her retirement. But I didn’t get that chance because instead my spot was taken up by a woman who couldn’t even be bothered to stick around and be a part of the company that gave her the life that she has now. She has no pride, she has no heart, and I’m still here. I’m still here ready to be the best and to show the world that I’m still relevant. If Mercedes Vargas can do that and beat Bella to become the Internet champion I sure can do something similar…”

“But, to prove that I have to go up against a woman that I haven’t really seen or heard from in years. Song. And this won’t be the first time she and I have faced and it won’t be the last I’m sure, it just happens to be the first time with faced in this company. Song and I have known each other for years but it’s been a very long time since we’ve stepped foot in a ring against each other or even in the same company. She came back and I was injured. Now here I am and I’m ready to get back to work and she is who SCW management has decided I’m going to be facing.”

“And I have mixed feelings. On the one hand, everyone knows who song is. She has been a part of SCW for years and was a major part of honor wrestling.”

“But now, song and I are going to go one on one and try and get that forward momentum moving. The last time we saw a song she was able to pick up a win in a tag team match. But, as far as real momentum goes that isn’t going to help her. Real momentum is facing people weak and weak out at being in the fires of battle. Real momentum is facing the best of the best one on one and overcoming them. Something that Song hasn’t been able to do. Something that she’s not going to be able to do when she faces me.”

Alicia can’t help but laugh to herself and shake her head.

”See, I have certain goals that I want to accomplish. I want to win the bombshell championship won last time, I want to win the Internet championship and the roulette championship since I’ve never held them. I want to be able to recite my career and finish on my own terms instead of going out with a whimper like some of the women in this company. I want to be able to hold my head high and be one of the greatest bombshells this company has ever known. Which, I already am but I want to remind people of it. I don’t want to go out with a whimper. I want to go out with a bang”

“And to accomplish all of this I need to keep winning. I need to beat everyone that this company puts in front of me and that includes you song. I don’t have anything against you personally but right now you are in my way. You are in the way of everything that I want to accomplish and to get to where I need to be. I need to move you out of my way. And I have to do it the best way that I know how. By marching down to that ring and stomping your head into the mat until I leave it as a stain.”

“And if I lose to you, if I lose to you after everything that you’ve done and failed to do since you returned then I have no business being in a SCW ring.”

“So you better get ready. You better bring everything that you have because that’s what I plan to do. I’m gonna do everything I can to get you out of my way and I will do everything in my power to make sure that when that bell rings, you are the one who is lying on your back staring at the lights and I have my handheld high. Every single win is a step closer to what I want to achieve. And Mercedes Vargas better be ready because you song are the first stepping stone toward my first goal. The Internet championship. This is the resurgence of Alicia Lukas. This is my resurrection and my redemption….”

Climax Control Archives / Broken Vow

« Last post by JustinSmith on June 13, 2025, 05:29:12 AM »

The scene opens up with Justin Smith standing in outside the Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs, Colorado to enjoy the park. Before he looks around, he decides to call his friend and former trainer Casey Williams

Justin-Hey Casey, looks like I am in a Pin the Jackass gauntlet match, whatever that means, for the Roulette championship, against reigning champion Logan Hunter, “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart and some random entrant. What do you think my chances are?

Casey-I think you have as much a chance in that style match as anyone else, as it’s a matter of who can do what it takes to “pin the jackass”!

Justin-I am not too sure, as I haven’t had much luck against Bill, and lost to Logan in his debut match, and have no idea who this mystery entrant is.

Casey-I know, and I should expect you to be confident in yourself despite your record.

Justin-Yeah, and I will do my best to win the match, regardless of what needs to be done.

Casey-I’ll send Dying Breed and Hitamashii to train with you.

Justin nods and waves off the cameraman, asking him to leave so Justin can continue his conversation as the scene fades to black.

The next day, Justin is seen at his hotel room, getting ready to go to the gym to meet up with Dying Breed and Hitamashii. He arrives at the gym to see Dying Breed members Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell already there sparring with each other and Hitamashii.

Andrew-You’re late!

Justin-Sorry, got lost and stuck in traffic.

Ivan-Let’s work on some different techniques.

Justin-Let’s do this!!![/b]

Andrew-At least your skill set can hopefully shine in this “Pin the Jackass” match!

Justin-How so?

Ivan-You are known for your power and speed, right?

Justin-Yes.

Andrew-Let us see how we can use that to your advantage in this match, given some of the guys are more agile than you. Let’s see you do a frog splash.

Both Justin and Ivan get into position and Justin attempts the frog splash onto Ivan.

Andrew-That’s good. Now I want to see you try it again.

Justin and Ivan get into position again and Justin hits the frog splash with more ease than the first time.

Andrew-Good job!

Dying Breed and Hitamashii continue working with Justin as the scene fades to black.

Later that night, Justin is seen at the Street Car 520 for dinner, but turns to the camera with an evil look in his eyes to call out his opponents in Logan Hunter, “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart and the mystery opponent.

Justin- Logan, you know what would be awesome and the best way for me to avenge my loss from your debut match? Defeating you and taking that Roulette championship from you. You can disregard me all you like, but I am going to cause the upset of the century when I am victorious in this match and become the true Roulette Champion. There is nothing you can say that hasn’t already been said, and I am not afraid of you, and since I have already faced you before, I know what is coming, so I can prepare for anything from you. Why do you think I am adding more moves to my move set? To keep everybody guessing, as they won’t know what to expect from me.

Justin smiles as he orders the Sticky Bear as his drink, which has Barenjager honey whiskey, lemon, ginger beer and a blueberry simple syrup as he turns to call out “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart next.

Justin-Bill, we meet again. I know what you’re capable of more than everyone else in this match, as I have faced you before, and like I said to Logan, I know you better than you know yourself, and am not afraid of what you can do. I can read you like a book and am willing to got do whatever it takes to become roulette champion. I don’t think you’re ready to regain the roulette champion. You are a shell of the man you once were, especially from the stories that Casey Williams used to tell when I was training with him. I lost respect for you after facing you because you were not the man he made you up to be.

Justin cackles and then he orders the seared tenderloin, which comes with creamy potatoes, squash and zucchini, a compound butter and Demi glace for his entree. He turns his attention now to the mystery opponent in the match.

Justin-Mystery entrant, you may be the biggest threat in this match, or you could be someone like The Troll, and then it becomes a much easier match for everyone else involved. I am not going to speculate who you are, but I am going to do whatever it takes to win the Roulette championship, and there is nothing nobody can do about it. I know that either you will be a big threat in this match, or the weakest link. There is no middle ground. When all is said and done, I hope to be the one who runs the gauntlet and comes out the other side the new Roulette Champion, despite all odds. Everyone looks at me as the weakest link in this match, and I will do everything in my power to prove them wrong, and what better way than win this match and claim my first title.

The scene fades to black with Justin hums his theme song “Madness” after ordering the caramel churros for dessert and enjoys the rest of his night in Colorado Springs.

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Climax Control Archives / “ 𝗪𝗔𝗥! ”

« Last post by Jayden on June 13, 2025, 02:47:08 AM »

“Didn’t I tell you?”

The first words that came out of his sister’s mouth when she opened up the door. Jayden just looked at her for a second. Knowing all too well what it was that she was referring to, but wasn’t about to give her the time of day in responding. Their sibling rivalry was well known within the family. If he responded, it wasn’t going to be received well. Taking a step right past her.

JAYDEN: Where’s my daughter?

MIKHALIA: Imagine that. Going to ignore what I said.

Very briefly she rolled her eyes in the direction of her older brother.

MIKHALIA: She’s taking a nap. Being fussy when Saraia dropped her off. Speaking of. Your wife said she’d be back to get her in a few. What are you even doing here?

JAYDEN: I got in town earlier than I expected. Said I’d just scoop her up and take her home with me.

MIKHALIA: Well, let her nap for a bit. I laid her down not even a half hour ago.

JAYDEN: It’s fine. I’ll just put her back down when we get to the house. Go grab her for me please.

MIKHALIA: She’s already sleeping. No point in disturbing that.

JAYDEN: I think I know what’s best for my kid here, Mik.

MIKHALIA: Like you knew what was best for you a few nights ago and that blew up in your face? Much like I told you it would.

Again. Her comments were heard loud and clear. Only problem was now Jayden couldn’t ignore it. Between being jet lagged, beat up from the match a few nights before, and now dealing with her smart ass mouth. It was sending him over the edge.

JAYDEN: Since you want to have this stupid fight. What are you wanting from me Mikhalia? Are you wanting me to admit that I should’ve had you in my corner or something?

MIKHALIA: Yes. That’s exactly what I want. I told you those two weren’t going to play fair. I told you that Victoria was going to get involved. And I told you that it would be a two on one situation. You didn’t want to listen.

JAYDEN: I did listen. I was more than aware of what I was getting myself into. It was a risk that I was willing to take and I did. I came out the winner. It was a job well done on my end. Then I got blindsided. Name of the game, but if you think I am going to admit that I should’ve had you fly all the way there with me and just be in my corner. You’re wrong. I still stand by telling you no. I didn’t need you.

MIKHALIA: Wow... I know you are a spitting image of dad. But you know at some point you’re going to have to learn to take others into consideration, asshole!

By nature one would assume that Mikhalia was just as nasty as her brother. Just as rude as father. A gene that plagued the entire family, but she wasn’t any of those things. She was genuinely the exact opposite. She was caring, she was loving, she was sympathetic, and she was someone that put others before herself all the time.

Even for those that didn’t deserve it. Kind of like her brother, but that was family. She had to have some respect; So for her to say something mean and call someone out their name. It was a very clear sign that she was being pushed over the edge. Jayden caught on right away but he didn’t get a chance to say anything before she was cutting him off.

MIKHALIA: I get it Jayden. You have always been the one that was going to be a star. You’ve always been dad’s favorite. You are going to be the second reincarnation of him and just take over the world. But at the same time you’re going to be just as miserable and just as unhappy as he was. If you don’t change some of the ways you do things and some of the ways you think about things.

JAYDEN: And this is all coming from the fact I told you no? All because I said I didn’t need you? Because I don’t want you dragged into something that has nothing to do with you? It’s time to grow up a little bit, kid. You’re twenty now.

MIKHALIA: I need to grow up? That’s real rich coming from a man that’s heading towards his mid twenties and still acts like he’s twelve.

JAYDEN: Yep, sure do.

MIKHALIA: And you’re wrong! It does involve me. It involves me just as much as it involves you. With the way that they’ve trashed our family name. With the way they’ve mocked the family name. Not to mention she put her hands on you. Excuse me for wanting to do the right thing and defend my brother’s honor.

JAYDEN: Yet, your hard headed ass isn’t listening to anything I am saying. You don’t need to defend my honor. I knew that was going to happen and I’ll take care of it. I’ve got just the plan for her. I don’t forgive or forget. It’s always been an eye for an eye with me.

MIKHALIA: It doesn’t have to be like that.

Once again she was trying to plead her case. Jayden on the other hand just wasn't having it. His mind was made. His opinion was set. He was one of the hardest headed people to ever exist and it was likely never going to change. Even if Mikhalia was coming from a place of love and good intent.

MIKHALIA: All I’m asking of you is to help me get my foot in the door. You do that and then I can help you out. We can combat those two together.

JAYDEN: I said no, Mikhalia.

MIKHALIA: Jayden. Please. For once listen to someone else aside from yourself.

JAYDEN: No! How many more fucking times do I need to say it?!

The loud and angry tone echoed throughout the apartment. Almost right away the fussy sounds of his daughter down the hall could be heard. For a brief second the two siblings just glared at one another. It didn’t appear there was going to be any compromise between them. Jayden turning his back to his younger sister to head down the hall to attend to the crying child. All while Mikhalia just stood there huffing and puffing to herself.

Ever since the match had taken place between him and Vincent. All Jayden had thought about is when he was going to get his lick back. The win wasn’t satisfying enough. Not when Vincent and Victoria had both decided to ambush him when it was all said and done. He had grounds to stand on to get Victoria stripped of her championship. To get her sent packing. That’s when he was leaning towards for no other reason than to be petty, but that didn’t solve the problem with Vincent.

Part of him didn’t see the point in continuing the war. He did get that win. He proved that he was better. Something that he already knew, but at the same time. He couldn’t just let what happened slide. His ego was far too big for all of that. But what would he truly benefit in the end? Where was it going to get him? Other than further away from the World Championship. Something he wanted so bad, but kept getting taken from him time and time again. It was a lot to think about and consider.

Thus why he was in the gym. Trying to work out his frustration. His hands were covered with those eleven oz boxing gloves. Swinging at the body bag. Mixing it up between body blows and jabs. The occasional uppercut thrown in there. He was so in tune with the workout. He didn’t hear the door to the garage open and then close. Saraia letting herself into his little area. Her arms folded across her chest. Tapping her foot against the concrete floor in an irritated manner. When he didn’t give her attention right away she screamed at him.

SARAIA: Jayden David!

His punches stopped almost immediately. Not just from her tone that told him a story that she wasn’t happy, but his middle name always made him cringe. Something only his mother used when he was in deep shit. Slowly turning himself around to face her.

JAYDEN: What’s with the middle name?

SARAIA: What’s with you being an asshole?

JAYDEN: You’re surprised by this?

SARAIA: Not really, but being an asshole and costing me a good babysitter when I need to get my hair and nails done is going too far!

JAYDEN: What the hell are you even talking about?

His face was twisted with confusion. Using his teeth to help pull the strap off one of the gloves so he could assist himself with taking them off.

SARAIA: Mikhalia told me she won’t be watching Amarrissa anymore because you were disrespectful and rude to her.

JAYDEN: Don’t pay any attention to what she’s saying. She’s emotional and crying because I didn’t give her what she wanted. This will all blow over the next time you’re in need of a sitter. It’s fine.

SARAIA: No, I don’t think it is. She sounded really upset about this whole thing.

JAYDEN: Like I said she’s being emotional. She’s still a kid. Doesn’t know how to handle being told no. She was like that when we were younger too.

SARAIA: Must be something that runs in the family. You’re the same way.

JAYDEN: The fuck I am!

SARAIA: Riiiiiiiiiiiight.

In a very dramatic way his wife rolled her eyes. Finally, Jayden had ripped off the right glove and then did the same to the left. Tossing them down on the work bench.

SARAIA: I need you to make this right. I don’t care what you have to do to make it right, but it needs to happen.

JAYDEN: And as I’ve said twice now. It’ll blow over. She’s being a baby about shit. There’s nothing to make right and even if she decides to hold out a few times. Take the kiddo with you.

SARAIA: Do you realize how difficult it is to keep an eye on a child that runs around all day long with no off button inside of a beauty shop?

JAYDEN: Uh no, but you’re a mom. You learn these skills over time.

SARAIA: I’m about to slap the taste out of your mouth!

She was biting her tongue hard in that moment. Jayden not even remotely aware of the way he was making himself sound. Mothers needed breaks too. For crying out loud he got his when he was on the road, but again. Not something that was even crossing his brain at that moment.

SARAIA: Just make it right. How difficult can it be?

JAYDEN: Far more difficult than I want to deal with. It all stims from me telling her no and telling her I don’t need her. She so badly wants to get involved in this issue with Vincent and I. All because stupid sister put her hands on me at the last show. It isn’t that big of a deal.

SARAIA: Isn’t that big of a deal? You should consider yourself lucky, Jayden. I could have popped up with the vaseline and ready to handle things in a much more chaotic manner as your wife. At least Miks is being smart and wanting to stand by your side with this.

JAYDEN: But this is my problem and mine alone. I don’t need to be dragging her or anyone else into it. With me handling it myself. Least I know I got one person to worry about. Not someone else. And these two. They don’t play fair. I can’t risk her getting herself in a bad spot because of me. If anything I am protecting her, like she’s trying to protect me, but I’m being smarter about it and her cry baby ass can’t see that.

SARAIA: I have to say in this situation. You’re wrong.

JAYDEN: Of course I am. I’m always wrong in your eyes.

SARAIA: No, you’re really wrong this time Jayden. That girl looks up to her big brother and I think it’s rather sweet that she wants to fight by your side.

This whole situation was becoming frustrating for Jayden. He was kind of overhearing it. Now that he was getting it from more than one person. That was really grinding his gears.

SARAIA: Maybe, it can just be a one night thing.

JAYDEN: You are just like her. You’re not listening to anything I am willing to say. You want to fight over it this hard for a babysitter once in a blue moon?

SARAIA: No, I am fighting over it so hard because I saw what happened the last time you were outnumbered and you got yourself in a fight you couldn’t get out of. I almost lost you!

The rage that came out of her at that moment. It really put Jayden’s ego in check for the moment. It’s not something he had thought about. Not for a good little while, but she was right. The last time he was outnumbered. He had to learn how to walk and talk again. There was talk he’d never be able to do any of that. Much less wrestle. And it all stemmed from his ego landing him in hot water. The same hot water he was heading for now. He just looked at her now glaring expression.

JAYDEN: Fine.

SARAIA: Fine?

JAYDEN: Just what I said, fine. I’ll tell her I’ll see what I can do about having her in my corner for whatever comes next.

SARAIA: See, it’s not that difficult to just see things my way. Happy wife means a happy life. This is going to be good for the both of you.

JAYDEN: I don’t like this. I don’t like it one bit. I can handle it on my own, but if this is what it takes to get everyone off my back. Guess it is what it is.

He hated it. That much was plastered all over his expression. It felt like he was having his hands tied in the situation. The moment control was taken from him. His ego flared up and it was enough to make him want to crash out, but if his wife was worried. If there was even a chance he might find himself in a situation similar or worse. Then maybe he just had to bite the bullet this one time and have someone in his corner. Who better than someone that was family?!

The cameras found themselves opening up to quite the scenery. With the beautiful mountains in the background. This scenery was why the ‘Garden of the Gods’ was such a tourist stop. Off into the distance the cameras could see a familiar face. Wasting no time at all to zoom in a little bit. Revealing none other than the Brat himself. Jayden looked out at those beautiful mountains as he spoke up.

“Grew up a sore loser huh, Vincent?!”

With that seemingly simple question. Jayden turned himself around to make eye contact with the cameras. A small smirk formed over his expression.

“Likely been that way since birth. Mommy had to share herself with daddy. You threw a fit and lashed out. Got a little older. Mommy and Daddy didn’t give you enough attention. You got pissy and lashed out. Had to share your toys with your siblings. You didn’t like it and lashed out. Got a little older. Got into sports. Found out you weren’t as good as you thought you were. You lashed out. Confessed your love to your first crush. She didn’t share the same feelings. You couldn’t handle rejection so you lashed out.”

“Decided to join the family business. Quickly discovered you weren’t even the best wrestler in your family. Got in your feelings and it made you lash out. It’s a recurring theme which is why you lashed out when I proved what I said I was going to prove all along. You know the whole proving that you aren’t my level. Proving that you aren’t better than me. As well as proving you made the biggest mistake of your career when you decided to target me!”

That smirk of his seemed to get a little bigger. Jayden was at his core a smart ass. So anytime he had a chance to be just that and do it with facts. It really made him feel like he was on top of the world. He found himself just pacing back and forth a little bit.

“But in being a sore loser. You couldn’t just take the loss. You couldn’t just move on. You couldn’t just accept what reality was. Noooo. Of course not. You just felt the need to keep the shit going. You just felt the need to wrangle me back in. You felt the need to put me in a situation where we have to run it back. And of course no surprise at all that the cunt... I mean the woman that is the main source for why this even started between the two of us had to go and get herself involved.”

For a brief moment there was a look of disgust that covered his expression.

“Making this entire thing a true family affair. Which like I said none of it is a surprise at this point. Not even in the slightest. Everyone knows how the two of you operate. You cannot co-exist without holding each other’s hands. It’s kind of sad when you think about it. Considering at one point Victoria. You could have gone down as being remembered as one of the most historic Bombshell Roulette Champions in all of history. You could have been seen as one of the most violent this company has ever seen. Instead now you’re just going to be known as being your brother’s master. Then when it comes to you Vincent...”

“You could have been known as the man that picked a fight with one of the biggest and baddest dogs in the yard. You could have been known as the man that stepped up to a challenge right away. You could have been known as a future star around here. Yet you pissed all of that away to be your sister’s slave. Now of course I am not one to kink shame. Do whatever you need to do that gets your jollies off, but won’t lie. This shit is definitely weird between the two of you. But hey who am I to tell you what to do right? Trust me when I tell you. Your status is already ruined around here.”

Again that smartass nature. That immaturity of his was just shining through. For no other reason than to try and get under their skin.

“Now as much as I didn’t want this to become a family thing. I was perfectly fine with it staying between us, Vincent. That’s not what you wanted. That’s not what your sister wanted. As we have learned whatever she says goes. You do what she wants when she says it. You’re now forcing my hand to drag my own blood into this. Something that I can guarantee you by the end of Sunday night. You’re both going to regret it. You are going to wish it never came to this.”

As soon as those words came out of his mouth. The sound of heels kicking against the pavement could be heard. Allowing the cameras to pan out a little more. Not taking long at all to reveal the Brat’s younger sister. Mikhalia finds herself taking her spot right next to her brother. The sweetest little smile on the woman’s face.

“Hello there Victoria. We have not been properly introduced to each other. My name is Mikhalia. But you can refer to me as the woman that saved you from finding yourself in the unemployment line.”

Those few words had her smile fading and her eyes narrowing.

“You see, once upon a time my father did something unruly. Real shocker right? But in breaking these rules that were set forth. He lost his championship. He lost his job. His historic run here was cut extremely short. Far shorter than he wanted. But that’s what happens when you break the rules. There is no excuse for what he did if that's how things are. Very much like there is no excuse for you breaking the same exact rule when you made the decision to put your hands on my brother.”

Mikhalia found herself just slightly shaking her head from side to side. Taking her arms and folding them under her chest.

“Personally, with it being twenty twenty five. Women are just as good of wrestlers as men. In fact I can name plenty that are better than men that work for this company right this second. Yet, at the end of the day my personal feelings and opinions don’t matter on this subject. The powers that be see violence among men and women to be taboo. That’s what got my father canned and that’s what was about to get you canned. My brother isn’t like me by any means. He’s short sighted and very much an eye for an eye kind of person. He was aiming to come for your championship, your job, and to watch everything burn around you for putting those dirty little hands of yours on him.”

“I was the voice of reason. I was the one that talked him out of going down that road. The reason being is because I knew it wouldn’t accomplish anything. Not in the grand scheme of things. Sure, you would have been stripped of the title. You wouldn’t have a job. Yet, it wouldn’t have taught you a lesson. Not even in the least bit. You wouldn’t have any kind of remorse. In fact I would be willing to bet. You’d just whine and cry on twitter about it for weeks. Months. However long it took you to get over it, but you would never actually look yourself in the mirror and admit you were wrong. Not by any means. But being forced into the ring with little ole me. You’ll repent for your sins.”

“Now before you decide to kick in with this fake queen gimmick that every single woman adopts in this business. Because they’re too afraid to be themselves. Let me be the first to tell you. I am not the least bit interested in hearing any of your stories. Not interested in hearing the why of what you did. Not interested in hearing you try to justify any goddamn thing about you putting your hands on my brother. That’s all I needed to see for me to want to mix it up with you. And after all, why not right? Your skin is so thin that you sent your brother after mine all because of what he supposedly said about you. At least I’m coming after you for something a little more serious.”

There was a little bit of attitude pouring out of her. She was unlike most of the family. Very chill. Very mellow. Bubbly and tried to see the positive to everything in life, but when her buttons were pushed. She definitely showed what blood ran through her veins.

“I’ll be the first to tell you, Victoria. I might not have the experience you have. I might not be this down and dirty wrestler that you are. In fact this will be the first time I have ever been in a match that’s considered a hardcore match. I’ve never swung a chair or a kendo stick. I’ve never been put through a table. Don’t know what it feels like to be cut open with barbed wire or pieced with thumbtacks. That has never been my cup of tea. Saw my father experience it enough that I never wanted to. But despite my lack of experience with all of this. I can tell you that I know for a fact I got more heart than you do. And in the end the heart will always outweigh the experience.”

“No matter what you think you are going to put me through or whatever you actually end up putting me through. It’s not going to be enough to stop my heart from continuing to pump and continuing to keep myself going. No matter how many times you knock me down. It’s not going to stop my heart from allowing me to get back up and keep on fighting. There is no amount of pain that you can put me through that’s going to force my heart to stop having love for my brother and feeling the need to defend his honor against some basic blonde bitch like yourself. This is a war you wanted, but it isn’t going to be a war you win.”

The very second that she finished her statement. Jayden found himself taking a step forward and bringing the cameras back to his attention solely for the time being.

“I have to tell you Vincent. This sore loser mentality is really clouding your judgement in the worst of ways. Your reputation is already shot. Continuing to give into this sore loser state of mind is only going to make things ten times worse for you. I mean think about it. You cost me the chamber. Took my chance to compete for the World Championship away. You made me this giant target and acted like you were so much better than me. Then I kicked your teeth down your throat.”

“And now you want to run it back. You are running the risk of finding yourself getting your ass handed to you in back to back matches with me. You really think that’s good for your reputation? Do you really think that’s good for your ego? Especially considering the setting this match is going to take place in. Forget that it’s a tag team match for a second. Throw out the fact that our sister’s are involved. Look solely at the fact it is a hardcore match. That is not a good look for you.”

“I was willing to go to the end of the world and back against J2H in a parking lot brawl. Anything and everything I was able to get my hands on. I used it as a weapon and I did some serious damage with it. Putting his head through glass windows. Throwing him on top of cars. Aiming to cause as much pain to his body as I could. If that isn’t a good reminder of what I am willing to do just for the sake of proving a point. Go back and watch the Roulette Gauntlet Match from Violent Conduct.”

“Up against three men in some of the most vile matches that could be thought of. A strap match, a bloody massacre match, and a casket match. All in the same night. The night that actually ended up costing me six long months of my career. But I was unhinged in that match. I was the most violent I had ever been. I was swinging for the fences and had no intention of stopping. I took a fight to three men that are far better than you ever thought about being and I almost overcame it all. What makes you think for even a single solid second I won’t cross a line to hurt you severely this Sunday?!”

A slight arch in his eyebrow.

“I will hurt you. I will break bones. I will tear ligaments. I will make sure years of your career are taken off. All because you don't know how to learn your lesson and stay in your place, Vincent. I know right now everything I am saying is just speaking into the void. You simply do not understand common sense and you damn sure don’t understand when you are outmatched and outclassed, but at least you are getting a warning. At least you can’t come back later when you’re confined to a wheelchair.”

“And talk about how I took things too far. Nah, I told you fam. This is where it was going to go because you couldn’t just walk away. Like my sister said. This may have been a war you wanted. This may have been a war you started. This may be a war that you truly believe you got a fighting chance in, but this is not a war. You are going to even come close to winning. Don’t worry though. We’ll make sure we send you back to the den. In nice little to-go boxes.”

For a second Jayden just remained quiet. Mikhalia finds herself back into the frame. As they stood side by side, back to back. Signature smirks crossing their lips. Jayden pointed right at the cameras in a gun-like motion.

“It’s time to go hunting for Lyons!”

“NextGen on top!”

For the last time the cameras caught Jayden and Mikhalia standing side by side with one another. Those final words were going to register in the brains of their opponents. It was either going to make them see that this was not going to go the way they wanted or it was further going to make them ride that delusional train. Either way it sounded like they were ready. With the cameras starting to fade out to black leaving the SCW audience with something to look forward to.

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