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Supercard Archives / The Battle For PMV Ranch, P1
« Last post by Peter Vaughn on April 06, 2024, 11:37:49 PM »
~The picture comes up on our faithful cameraman, who has worked with Peter Vaughn since he came to Sin City over a year ago. This, though, is the first time we've seen him this... exposed, as he looks into a mirror in front of us. He straightens his bow-tie, moving the camera left and right for a moment, showing that the bowtie is actually a hidden camera. Satisfied, the cameraman walks off, leaving the restroom, which was thankfully otherwise unoccupied at the moment. He walks down the hall, nodding to a bailiff, as he goes through the courtroom doors and takes a seat about halfway in, so he can get good footage as we see the trial of the PMV Ranch currently underway. Judge Trebur finishes a bit of paperwork, then looks forward towards the plaintiff's desk.~

Judge Trebur: Please call your next witness, Mr. Michaels.

~The lawyer nods, standing up.~

Mr. Michaels: We call Augustus Raymeth to the stand.

~The crowd murmurs as Augustus stands up and walks to the front, getting himself sweared in before taking a seat.~

Mr. Michaels: Now, Mr. Raymeth, we know that your father, Samuel Raymeth, was said to have signed over his land to Mr. Peter Vaughn, for a less-than-adequate payment...

Elisa Dartum: Objection, your honor. The payments shown in Exhibit C have already shown that they were on average for the time period of this sale.

Judge Trebur: Objection sustained. Move on, Mr. Michaels.

Mr. Michaels: Yes, your honor. Mr. Raymeth, were you consulted on the sale of said land?

Augustus Raymeth: No, I was not.

Mr. Michaels: Why do you think you should have been involved?

Augustus Raymeth: I was promised that land since I was young. it was a birthright.

Mr. Michaels: So why do you believe your father sold the land?

Augustus Raymeth: My father was not well at the time. He was starting to show signs of dementia, among other issues, and it would later take his life late last year. He was not competent to be making a sale of that measure to Mr. Vaughn or anyone else, for that matter.

Mr. Michaels: Your witness.

~Michaels sits down, while Dartum stands up, immediately grabbing a piece of paper and bringing it forward.~

Elisa Dartum: I'm entering this into evidence, Your Honor, as Exhibit K.

Judge Trebur: So noted.

Elisa Dartum: Mr. Raymeth, as you can see here, this is your father's diagnosis from the Dallas Medical Center. This is when he was first diagnosed with dementia, wasn't it?

Augustus Raymeth: Ummm, the date looks right, but I'd have to check...

Elisa Dartum: But this date is more than a year after Mr. Vaughn's purchase of the property, isn't it? How do you explain that?

Augustus Raymeth: ... The diagnosis is not the start of it, Ms. Dartum. He was showing symptoms long before this.

Elisa Dartum: So you say. And yet we have talked to multiple witnesses who will state that your father was in sound mind during the time he signed the contracts, and only began to show deterioration many months later. It seems you're trying to stretch the truth, sir.

Mr. Michaels: Objection!

Elisa Dartum: Withdrawn. I tender the witness.

~Elisa goes to sit down, as the judge checks his watch.~

Judge Trebur: This feels like a good time for a recess for lunch. We'll get back together at 2.

~The judge hits his gavel, as Vaughn immediately stands up, smiling as he sees the lawyer furiously discussing with Augustus how Vaughn's team could have that document. Vaughn nods to Elisa, then heads towards the exit, with the cameraman following him.~

Peter Vaughn: This is feeling more and more like victory, something I know well. How are you doing, chief?

~Vaughn smirks at the cameraman, although he couldn't possibly know about the camera... could he? The cameraman just shrugs.~

Cameraman: It's sounding good so far. But I never assume things in a court case. My cousin seemed to have a clear win in his fight against his ex-wife. He's still in jail at the moment.

Peter Vaughn: Thanks for the vote of confidence. It's all going to work out in my favor, you'll see, man. I'm looking forward to my ranch being secured and my Internet Championship having come home by the end of the month.

Cameraman: "Your" Internet Championship?

Peter Vaughn: True, i've never held it before. But doesn't it feel... destined for me? Like it was always meant to be? That's just how I feel, just like I knew that the Roulette Title record would belong to me. I really need to do some research and find out how long I need to be the Internet Champion before I have the record there as well.

Cameraman: Just to ask, though... why not the Heavyweight Title? Why not go to the top?

~Vaughn's expression changes slightly, as his smile fades.~

Peter Vaughn: I know others have asked me that. But after falling in the tournament to Finn Whalen, I felt like I... hadn't proved myself worthy of that title shot. I'd rather my friend Goth go for the gold, while I take a step up the ladder and continue to build my Sin City resume. That means getting another championship around my waist, which I'm going to make sure happens...

Cameraman: If it's any consolation to you, I think you're going to get there sooner rather than later. And I plan to be there when you're holding that Heavyweight Title high in the air.

Peter Vaughn: I'm glad to hear you say that, friend. It's good that you have such faith in me. After all, you're here just listening to me talking about what I'm going to do to Miles Kasey to win the Internet Title, for no obvious reason other than friendship, right? Right?

~The cameraman swallows audibly, seemingly nervous. As Vaughn steps forward, seemingly looking right towards the bowtie, he's suddenly grabbed on the arm. He turns, surprised, as his fiancé, Sadie Anderson, is standing there with a dark expression on her face.~

Peter Vaughn: Oh, hey, Sadie, I didn't expect to see you here. Want to get some lunch? The guy here will probably treat.

Cameraman: What? Me? On my salary??

Sadie Anderson: Peter... we've got a problem. I need to talk to you... right now... alone.

Peter Vaughn: What, we can't trust Bill Nye over here?

~Vaughn gestures towards the cameraman, who nervously straightens the bowtie again. Vaughn takes note.~

Peter Vaughn: Yeah... you're right. I'll talk to you later, boyo.

~Vaughn turns and hurries after Sadie, as the cameraman is left with nothing more to do than keep fiddling with the camera tied around his neck.~


"By failing to prepare, you're preparing to fail."

That's Benjamin Franklin right there. Sure, the guy's got some dents in his reputation now, but he sure had a way with quotations.

I've never failed to prepare for battle, be it in a courtroom or in the squared circle. I've definitely prepared for you, Miles. But I wonder how much you've put into this one, setting yourself up for possibly your greatest challenge ever. Have you been hitting the weights like a madman since this match was announced? Have you been losing sleep due to nightmares about what's to come? Or have you pushed it all aside to simply enjoy the ride, alongside HB Carter? I mean, I wouldn't put it past you just to accept the inevitable.

Nah, I take that back. I'd be insulted if you weren't training your ass off right now.

After all, Milo, you've already been humiliated by me twice. Once when nothing was on the line but pride, when you had a chance to stop me before I'd even begun. Once when you could have denied me the Roulette Championship, keeping me from the record run that would take place over the next year. Now, it's the third time, and we all know what that third strike would mean.

And I hear the nerds in the audience screaming "There was also that time-limit draw between you!" And yes, that did take place. Obviously, that's the closest you ever came, Milo, getting me at my lowest and nearly stealing away the win. But even then, you failed to put me away. Really, the less said about that match the better. The two matches that matter? I took you out and was victorious.

But I'm sure the talk out of your camp this week will be about redemption. It'll be all about how this is your chance to prove how much you've grown, and how this is the time you can take down the great Peter Vaughn and wipe this smear of crap from your record once and for all. It's the right speech to give, I'd applaud it. The problem isn't with the statement. It's with the execution of it.

I'm really not sure I believe you can beat me, Milo.

I have supreme confidence in everything I do, champ, and that includes going into a match like this. I'm fully prepared to reign hell down upon you from every direction until I knock you into next week, where you'll wake up to find your championship is no longer around your waist. I'm not going to lay back and give you a weak showing, oh no, I'm coming at 110% or more, whatever I can bring to tear you down from that Internet perch you ended up on.

I mean, let's go through who you've beaten as champion. You took down Lyons, a guy I beat multiple times before he slipped by in a multi-man match. Oh, and Braddock. Braddock, that's just funny. Let's see, there's Austin James Mercer, I suppose he counts as a name, although he hasn't been himself lately, has he? Then there was Oliver Zahn... who actually beat you, didn't he? But in a non-title match, so I guess that doesn't count. Really, I'm struggling here, man. I thought the Internet Division was supposed to be tougher than Roulette. That's what people tell me.

Are people lying to me, Milo?

Maybe it's all been a fluke. Or maybe you've just been waiting for the right competition to come along. Someone like me. I mean, it's not going to end well for you, but it will certainly raise the value of the Internet Division for sure. Especially with me as champion.

But I do think your redemption is still possible, Milos.

There is a path for you to do what you've never been able to do before. That move that has eluded you since the beginning of 2023, when I came into Sin City and made an impact that nobody expected.

And that path is you reclaiming the Roulette Championship, finally.

Just think of it, Milo. Once I've torn you limb from limb, you will have your chance to recover and prepare yourself, and you can look down at good ol' Eddie Lyons, who's sitting there at the top of his game after taking over the Roulette Division. Now, I'm not saying it'll be easy for you. Lyons has come a long way. But you could conceivably go down there and get that championship back around your waist, where you used to think it belonged.

I'd say that's a goal worthy of pursuit.

It's much more likely than your chance against me, boyo.


~Having left the cameraman behind, Vaughn joins Sadie in a back stairway. Sadie looks around to make sure they're not being joined by anyone else. Vaughn raises an eyebrow, wondering about all the concern, as Sadie steps back over to him.~

Peter Vaughn: So what's going on, Sadie? Did the travel agency call? If there's a problem with our Hawaii honeymoon, trust me, we can find some other great locations.

~It's an attempt at humor, but it falls flat. Let's face it, Vaughn's never been known for his sense of humor. Sadie shakes her head.~

Sadie Anderson: It's about Anthony Jenkins, Peter.

Peter Vaughn: Augustus Raymeth's brother in law? What, he wants more money or something? We're already covering his debts...

Sadie Anderson: No, Peter. Anthony got arrested.

Peter Vaughn: ... Say again?

~Sadie shakes her head again, leaning on the railing, as Vaughn looks at her, shocked.~

Sadie Anderson: You know how Anthony thought he could break into Augustus' safe? I told him not to bother with it, but I guess he thought he could do it when Augustus was at court and out of the building. But apparently there was some extra security that Anthony didn't know about, and he was stopped before he could get in. He's at holding right now.

Peter Vaughn: Damn fool...

~Vaughn looks annoyed, but not tremendously concerned. He gets out his phone, checking on something.~

Peter Vaughn: I know a few guys who might be willing to bail him out, if we want to go that route...

Sadie Anderson: It's worse than that, Peter. You know Anthony isn't exactly... trustworthy. He was only helping us because of his gambling debts. From what I hear, he told the police that he was just trying to make sure that Augustus wasn't swindling his sister in the family business. But if they offer him a deal... who knows what he might say.

Peter Vaughn: But what can he say? We just offered him some help...

Sadie Anderson: In exchange for some information. But what's stopping him from saying that we TOLD him to break into the safe? Could you put that past him?

~Vaughn finally nods, seeing her point. But he still doesn't seem that bothered by it.~

Peter Vaughn: It'd be his word against ours, and I still have some ammunition to use on the man.

~Sadie sighs. She never wanted to be involved in this in the first place, but when it comes down to it, she loves the PMV Ranch just as much as Vaughn, if not more. She's been the force behind keeping the ranch growing, allowing Vaughn to focus on wrestling while building his dream business. Vaughn notes her concern and steps over, putting an arm around her shoulders.~

Peter Vaughn: Look, Sadie. This is all going to work out. I'll make sure and get it fixed, okay? I'll contact my sources at the police station, see what they can do. Just trust me, it's going to be fine. Alright?

Sadie Anderson: I'm just worried, Peter. You know how devious that Judd Harrison is. He's probably already trying to work this to his advantage, whether he knows about Anthony or not.

Peter Vaughn: True. Which is why I'm going to get on this right away.

Sadie Anderson: But... but what about the trial? Don't you have to be there??

Peter Vaughn: Technically, there just needs to be a representative of the PMV Ranch. You certainly fit that description.

~Vaughn gives Sadie a confident shake, before releasing his hug and stepping away. Sadie seems to appreciate the show of support by her fiance, although she's still uncertain that the trial won't be affected. Vaughn, though, is puzzled by another matter.~

Peter Vaughn: So you said there was additional security around Augustus' safe? Why do you suppose that is?

Sadie Anderson: I have no clue. You'd think it'd just have money in it or some paperwork...

Peter Vaughn: Yeah... well, it's something to think about, anyway. Alright, I'll go take care of it. Rain check on the lunch?

Sadie Anderson: Always.

~The two share a deep kiss, showing their bond, something Vaughn never thought would be possible for someone like him. He breaks away from her reluctantly, nodding to her, before heading down the stairs. Sadie takes a deep breath, somewhat calmer, as she watches him go. She then heads back through the door, towards the courtroom, although there's still plenty of time. But she needs to let their lawyer know what's going on. We cut away.~


Everyone's got at least one weakness.

For some, it's drugs or alcohol. For guys like Jenkins, it's a unstoppable craving for gambling away their money. You can struggle with addictions to the Internet, to cigarettes, even to escape rooms. I heard this one guy had visited every escape room in his state multiple times, until they all started to ban him, and he went a little nuts. He probably tried to escape from jail after that. Let's face it, he'd been training for it for quite a long time, hadn't he?

But I digress. For someone like you, Milo, the weaknesses are a little less obvious. They don't stand out as a neon light. But they're there, nonetheless, a soft glow in the darkness. Maybe like fireflies, floating through the night. Now I know, Milo, you're not going to accept what I say here. You're going to have a strong urge to deny every point I make, refusing to see any of them as credible. But when I'm victorious over you once again, I want you to rewatch this promo and take it to heart, okay?

Let's start with the clearest one to me. It's the fact that you, Milo, aren't willing to go the extra mile when it comes to being a champion. The most recent example of this happened two Climax Controls ago. You see, I respect Rodrigo Afonso, even though I've beaten him multiple times. But when you walked out, trying to act unbothered by my win, I had to send a message to you. That's why Afonso had to go down one more time, left laid out as a representation to you. I knew it would get into your head, and I was right.

You had the opportunity, Milo, to return the message to me, and I would have respected it. After all, you were fighting Justin Smith, a guy I have absolutely zero respect for. But what did you do, when given the opportunity? You shook his hand. After he had let you down, failing to test you and help you prepare for someone like me, you let him off from the punishment he deserved.

Believe me, that was a disappointing sight, Miles. And not just to me. Did you hear the crowd when you shook his hand? Sure, some gave you cheers, but many felt disgusted by your actions. It wasn't just me. You lost some supporters with that simple gesture. It just showed everyone that you still haven't let go of your scruples. You still want to be seen as this amazing good guy, someone that people can look up to.

That is so 1980's. Wrestling has changed, boyo.

This is a major drawback for you, Milo. You have to be willing to do what it takes to retain the championship, if you want your reign to make record lengths. But you're soft. I hate to say that, but it's true. And that softness is an incredible weakness that can't just be fixed with a pill.

And that's not your only weakness, Milo. How about the fact that you've proven unwilling to divert from your high-flying plans in the ring? The viewers know that I've been able to adapt to any situation. You can't survive in the Roulette Division without being able to change things on the fly. I've trained to win in the air, on the ground, or using any weapons that happen to be nearby. I've even gotten some victories with a quick roll-up, just to prove I could. Every victory counts, after all, and that's all that mattered to me: being the one with his hand raised at the end of the night.

But what happens to you, Milo, when you can't quite pull off that 450? When the Blast From The Past isn't working for you? Do you move to Plans B, C, and D? Or do you keep trying your best moves, wanting them desperately to be your ticket to a win? Against a man like me, you've got to be able to adjust your battle plan. It's the only way I can be taken down. But I've never seen that from you, Milo. You come in dead-set to win the way you want to win, and when that can't happen... you lose.

It's a sight we've seen in the past, isn't it? And a sight I'm betting we'll see again, very, very soon.

But let's talk about your final weakness, Milo. It's a weakness that the two of us actually share, to be perfectly honest with you: we're both cocky.

I'll come into every match assuming I'm going to win, and I know you do the same. I mean, I don't see that as a major drawback, as confidence is key when you want to be the best. But here's the difference between us, Milo: I've got years and years of success to back up that cockiness. I have twelve World Heavyweight Title reigns and counting, over half a dozen federations. I've done it all in this business, and I'm just getting started.

And let's not forget the multiple victories I have over you. Those are important as well.

So I have every right to be cocky coming into this contest. But what about you? Are you coming in self-assured that THIS will be the time you plant the Mechanic into the canvas? Will you show Sin City that you actually deserve them being behind you, in a contest against a man like me? I'm fully expecting you to make our match the all-star affair of the night, the showstealer that blows the minds of the wrestling fans in attendance and the millions watching around the world.

But if you ask me, you don't deserve the right to be cocky... until you've become a winner. Let's face it, you need this victory 100 times more than I do, because you'll always be seen as an also-ran to me otherwise. So you should be coming in cautious and feeling the pressure, not as an egotistical, self-absorbed champ. But I don't think you'll manage it. I think you'll come in thinking, "I have the title, which means I'm better". And that's going to backfire on you like a Buick running on leaded gas.

And at the end of our contest, Milo, assuming you're still conscious, you'll have to look up and realize that you shouldn't have come into our contest thinking that you could beat me however you wanted. Once the credits have rolled, and you make your way to the back, you may never be cocky again.

That's what happens, Milo, when you take the Plunge.


~As Sadie is explaining to a flabbergasted Elisa that Vaughn has been 'called away' for the rest of the day, we catch Vaughn as he exits the courthouse, heading for his truck. He's already on the phone, waiting for a response.~

Sergeant Powell: Vaughny! How's your day going, player?

Peter Vaughn: Making the most out of life as always, Sergeant. How are you doing? I heard they dropped the charges against you.

Sergeant Powell: They had no choice when they saw that video you found. They were worried I was going to leak it to TMZ. And hell, I kept a copy, so I still might! Hah hah hah!

Peter Vaughn: That would certainly embarrass the senator, although that's probably not trouble you need, my friend. So listen, you happen to know anyone over in holding?

Sergeant Powell: Uh oh. Who got popped? I guess not you, unless you're using your one phone call on me, and let me tell you, that'd be a mistake!

~Vaughn forces a fake laugh out of his throat. Since it's over the phone, he doesn't have to worry about the correct facial mannerisms. He just has to make it SOUND real.~

Peter Vaughn: No, it's not me. I'm trying to check on a person I'm somewhat loosely affiliated with. A man named Anthony Jenkins. Got himself in a little trouble trying to look at his brother-in-law's safe, really stupid stuff, to be honest. You'd think family would just drop the charge, you know?

Sergeant Powell: Too true. But family does what family does. You want me to contact them for you, see what's going on?

Peter Vaughn: if you could, I'd be truly appreciative.  And, uh, if you could keep my name out of it?

Sergeant Powell: Of course. I'll let you know what's happening. Makes you just want to get into a ring and punch a guy, right? Hah!

Peter Vaughn: You're a funny guy, Sargeant. I'll give you a call later. Thanks a lot.

Sergeant Powell: No probem.

~Vaughn hangs up the phone as he gets into his favorite truck, Gabriella. He gives her a friendly pat, then goes to start her up. There's a strange noise, which catches Vaughn's attention. He listens closely, wondering if something's wrong with his baby... when he realizes that the sound is coming from the glove box. He pops it open, finding the burner phone he had stashed in there. He quickly flips it open.~

Peter Vaughn: That you, Cliff?

Cliff Sterling: Where have you been, man?? I've been trying to reach you for 30 minutes now!!

Peter Vaughn: Well, you've got me now. What's going on? Did you find anything out working with Judd Harrison's boys?

Cliff Sterling: Look, I don't have a lot of time to talk. They're searching for me.

Peter Vaughn: They're what??

Cliff Sterling: I'm hiding now, but I don't think it'll be long. I can't get off the property.

~Vaughn sits up, a more serious expression on his face.~

Peter Vaughn: Talk to me, Cliff. Tell me where you need me to go.

Cliff Sterling: There's no time, boss. Just listen. I overheard Harrison talking to his boys. He's got the trial rigged. It's all a set-up, him and the judge. I've left some paperwork where you can find it. You need to get to...

~Suddenly, there are shouts over the line, sounding like "There he is!" and "Get 'em!" There are sounds of a scuffle, and punches being thrown. Vaughn listens intently, hoping that Cliff is able to get away, but a few seconds later, the men can be heard saying they've got him. Another voice shouts out "Break that phone!", and a final crash is heard... followed by the silence of a lost connection. Vaughn sits there for a moment, staring at the phone, before dropping it onto the seat next to him. He looks from left to right, considering his options.~

Peter Vaughn: Looks like I've got a lot to take care of this afternoon. Should be fun.

~Vaughn slams Gabriella into gear, then peels out of the parking lot of the courthouse. He heads down the street, already formulating what he needs to do next, as we slowly fade out.~


A Mechanic's work is never done, apparently.

There's something to be said when you're known to be able to fix any problem. It feels like this just causes the problems to grow larger in the long run. But that's okay. I enjoy challenges. I wouldn't keep coming back to Sin City if I didn't. After all, the wrestlers here are some of the toughest I've encountered throughout my time in the business. To prove that I'm one of the best here makes a big statement to the wrestling world, a statement I'm always looking to get shouted from the rooftops.

And that's why I don't want to completely discredit you, Milo.

I talked about your weaknesses, and I fully believe in them. But I don't want to disvalue your strengths. You're a former Roulette and current Internet champion, after all. I've watched your talents grow over the year I've been here, and you're certainly not one to be discounted. You are an impressive high-flyer, even if you rely on it too much. It's gotten you some strong victories, to be sure.

I'm not coming into this match thinking it'll be a breeze. On the contrary, I think it'll be an incredible match. We'll tear the whole Walkup Skydome down to its foundation, giving the Blaze of Glory crowd a war they'll remember for the rest of their lives. Weaknesses or not, I know you're going to be great.

I'm just going to be greater.

Everything you can pull off, I'm going to make look better. Every maneuver that you think is technically sound, I'm going to put to shame. Every time the referee turns his back, well, you're just going to ignore him... while I'm going to take advantage. That's just the way things are going to work, Milo. I take everything up another level, because if I didn't, I couldn't say I'm one of the best in the world.

I'm going to be the Internet Champion. I'm going to use it as a stepping stone all the way to the top of Sin City. And the world will know that I'm deserving of my place here. If it means I knock you further down the ladder because of it, well, that's a price I'm willing to pay.

Get ready to swing, batter, batter, swing.

Strike three is coming your way.

You're out. And I'm in.

See you soon.

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Supercard Archives / The Improbability of Miles Kasey
« Last post by MiloKasey on April 06, 2024, 11:19:13 PM »
Two Weeks Ago
Tucson, AZ

Poor Justin Smith, the kid has heart but at the end of the day, even with his future opponent Peter Vaughn trying to make a statement.

As if he was so easily startled.

First it was trying to pin the blame of being behind his match against Rodrigo. AS IF he had that kind of power, and nothing against Afonso but if there was anyone that Miles would set up against this man to supposedly ‘soften him up’ Afonso and Barnhart weren’t exactly on the top of the list.

He may have been Internet Champ since October, but the amount of pull this man seems to think he had is a next level delusion that even Alexander Raven would have to admire.

Some would think that after their recent matches, and the seemingly inability of getting past the former Roulette Champion...well lets just say that Miles was pegged as being “scared” of Vaughn.

That couldn’t be further from the truth.

That’s why he went out at the end of Vaughn’s match against Rodrigo. He wanted to show Peter that he was watching and was impressed, well until Peter took advantage of things and decided to make a statement.

Did he not realize this was the same man that stared down the likes of Austin James Mercer and Michael Harris and lived to tell about it?

Actually the only thing that night that remotely surprised him was Vaughn not coming at him for some cheap shot to supposedly ‘Make it easier’ to beat him for Blaze of Glory. But to Peter Vaughn’s credit, he stayed stoic while Miles finished off Justin Smith.

And just to show the differences between the two men, Miles shook Justin’s hand, because the point was made in the match, there was absolutely no need for intimidation. He was the bigger man.

When he returned to the locker room, he replayed the events of the match in his mind, Miles couldn't help but scoff at Vaughn's feeble attempt to intimidate him. Despite the numerous times Vaughn had bested him in the past, Miles refused to be cowed by his opponent's tactics. He had faced far greater challenges in the ring and had emerged victorious almost every time. You can’t win them all.

With a shake of his head, Miles rose from his seat and began to pace the length of the locker room. The upcoming match against Vaughn at Blaze of Glory loomed large in his mind, but he refused to let fear or doubt cloud his focus. He knew that Vaughn would stop at nothing to secure the victory, but Miles was more than ready to meet him head-on.

He sighed heavily, “Fuck it.”

He would open the door to the room and look down and they were still set up for any post match interviews and hell, he had something he needed to get off his chest.

He had snagged a towel along the way, wrapped it around his neck, gripping the SCW Internet Championship and throwing it over his broad shoulder and stepped out into the hall.

“Oi! Camera crew! Need ya to hit the record button for me.” he called out as he stepped onto the set.

The crew was on a bit of a break but they needed to hear this one themselves and took their places behind their respective pieces of equipment, even the guy that controlled the boom mic was up on his feet and was quickly in place. They were told when they were hired to be ready for anything at the drop of a hat, and after a while in their respective positions, they had this shit down to a science. And no one in the business did it better.

“Alright, Miles, we are rolling!”

Miles rolled his head back and forth a few times and tried to keep himself from pacing but that feeling went from the toes all the way up to the ends of those curls on his dirty blonde head and a broad smile crossed his face.

"Peter Vaughn thinks he can intimidate me?" Miles muttered to himself, his voice dripping with contempt. He tilted his head, ever so slightly, "He's got another thing coming. Look Peter, I may have lost to you in the past on multiple occasions, but that doesn't mean a damn thing. I've faced bigger, tougher opponents and come out on top every single time."

With a determined glint in his eye, Miles clenched his fists and squared his shoulders. He refused to let Vaughn's mind games get the better of him. This was his chance to prove once and for all that he was not to be underestimated, that he was a force to be reckoned with in Sin City Wrestling.

"So, Peter Vaughn, you think you can scare me?" Miles said, his voice carrying a steely edge. "You think you can beat me with mind games and intimidation tactics? Well, you're dead wrong. Because when we step into that ring at Blaze of Glory, I'm going to show you exactly what I'm made of. Before we went around and around, I was trying to figure out exactly who the hell you are and now I get it. Now I understand. You are hella fuckin’ talented, bruv....but- could it be that you are the one that is really afraid? Survey says and action says after tonight, that you know I am right. I’m not that same shithead that you have beaten."

He looks down at the title, while wiping the sweat from his face with the towel. He knows how much he’s grown. THEY know how much he’s grown. He no longer takes anything lightly, even himself.

“Nah, see- YOU KNOW that the Miles Kasey you are facing in just a few weeks at Blaze, he’s not the guy that scratched and clawed his way to the Roulette Championship, he’s not the guy that took it on the chin every single time just to get a moment. I’m the bloody SCW Internet Champion, you want this title, you have to beat ME. You take your intimidation, mate, and you shove it up your arse. I’ll see you in Flagstaff.”

With a wink and a final nod of defiance, determination and confidence, Miles headed off the set and back down the hall, his mind focused on one thing and one thing only: victory. In a few weeks time, he had to bring it all together, he was going to put in the work, he was going to overcome something that he considered a black mark.

He was going to beat that bastard, once and for all.

Even if it killed him.


Must Needed

From then on out, for 2 weeks straight Miles found his way into a gym somewhere and would put in as much time as he could. He was even working extra with Fenris inside the Go Gym as of late, but something wasn’t feeling right about the whole situation though. He was strangely moody, not really interacting with people like he usually did.

He wasn’t sure what it was.

Carter did though.

The minute they landed Carter saw it, Miles let go of a breath he was holding on to for a long long time. Miles would look over to Carter and grab his hand that had the ring that he just placed the ring on just a couple months ago.

“There you are.” Carter said, looking out the window to where they landed, it was just sunrise there, “Is that the sun?”

“Yeah, it shines here once in a while.” Miles said with a smile, one of the brightest that’s been seen in days, “I wanna get out there and just take it all in.”

Feeding off the excitement of his fiance, Carter laughed and he let Miles take the lead once the plane was stopped and they could get through everything that they needed too, “What’s the plan?”

“Get to the rental and straight to the surprise.” Miles was biting at the bit, customs better be quick about it because he was hell bent on getting to where they really wanted to go.

“And they have no idea?”

Miles just shook his head, “Not a one. I’m actually really excited about this, we haven’t really seen them since they all came over for Christmas beyond the video chats.”

Between the insanity of their engagement, on the road every week since and all the legal issues with Karen and then Carter’s other grandmother, the whole thing was wearing on them both and it was nice to get a break, and get a chance to do this. Something Miles needed desperately.

“I really wish you had said something about being homesick though. You picked a fight with Fenris when he was trying to help you with that submission you guys have been working on.”

Miles nodded and then moved to shaking his head, “Yeah, well...” he was good about opening up his feelings for Carter but for other things, sometimes, not so much.

Carter grabbed Miles’ hand a little more tighter and pulled it to him to pull Miles' attention to him, “No well about it babe. Especially when you told me lately that you’re thinking that you were gonna ask him about being in the wedding on your side of everything.”

Miles just sighed, and laughed at the whole situation. K was gonna stretch him for sure the next time he saw him. Even he was getting on his own nerves from the situation so he’d welcome it, “I’m aware. I’ll apologize when I get back and ask him then. But we got some other things to take care of first. And thank you again, love, for this and for everything else.”

About 45 minutes later...

As the morning sun began to cast its golden rays over the quiet London street, Brianna sat in her living room, sipping on a steaming cup of tea. It was a peaceful moment, the only sound the gentle ticking of the clock on the wall. Riley hadn’t woken up yet, Garrett had a rare late day start and her mother, who had moved in with them from Manchester recently for a better job and to be closer her daughter and first grandchild, was already busy for the day.

Suddenly, her attention was drawn to the window as she noticed a car pulling up outside. Frowning in confusion, she set her tea down on the coffee table and moved closer to get a better look.

"Who could that be at this hour?" she wondered aloud, her brow furrowing in curiosity.

Mora, her mother, who was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, glanced over at her daughter with a questioning look. "What's going on, Bri?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Brianna shook her head, still trying to make out the figure stepping out of the car. "I'm not sure," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I think... oh my god...It’s Miles!!!."

At the mention of her son's name, Mora's eyes widened in shock, and she hurried to join Brianna at the window. Together, they watched in stunned silence as Miles stopped for a moment and took a deep breath of the air and then joined Carter as they made their way up the path to the front door, hand in hand.

Mora's heart began to race with excitement, her hands trembling slightly as she reached out to grasp Brianna's arm. "It is him," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "It's Miles."

Brianna could hardly believe her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched her brother approach. Before Miles even could reach the door though, Bri ran over and ripped open her front door and jumped right into her brother’s arms. “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!!!!” she screamed out as she engulfed her twin brother.

Miles simply grinned in response, his eyes shining with excitement as he wrapped her up into a tight hug. "Surprise!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with joy.

Tears welled up in Brianna's eyes as she hugged her brother back, feeling a rush of emotion wash over her at the sight of him standing there in front of her. “I hate you sometimes, you know that?”

“Don’t lie, sis.” When the duo finally let go they looked to their mum, the woman that raised them by herself from about 2005 on stood there in shock. “Hi mum, I’m home.”

Mora couldn't help but let out a choked sob as she wrapped her arms around both of them, feeling overwhelmed with happiness at having her son home again.

“Oh, you are such a sight for sore eyes.” Mora steps back, “And Carter...” she holds out her arm, “It is wonderful to see you too, dear.”

“You can thank him for this too,” Miles said, as he let go of his family and wrapped his arm around his fiance’s shoulder, “We have just been on the go so much and it was wearing on us both, and while we saw his mum and grams quite a bit, he realized that we hadn’t really had a chance to visit and really celebrate like we want with you guys.”

Miles had always said that his family worked almost every day, “I do hope this is alright, we got a whole week where we don’t have to be anywhere and well...”

Mora just pulled Carter into a hug, and after a moment we hear, “Thank you.”

“Trust me, Carter you guys are ALWAYS welcome. We’re family after all.”

Mora steps back and motions to the door, “Come on in, I’ll put on a fresh pot of tea, you boys must be hungry.”

Bri just laughs as she follows her mom inside, and Miles just stands there with a smile, as Carter is a little dumbfounded still, “I think you just earned a lot of points with mum and Bri.”

“And we’ve only just begun.”


The Improbability of Miles Kasey

"Sometimes, life throws you a curveball. You think you've got it all figured out, you think you know where you're headed, and then bam! Everything changes in an instant. But you know what? That's okay. Because it's those unexpected moments, those surprises that make life worth living.

Take today, for example. Here I am, standing in my family’s home in London, surrounded by the people I love most in this world. And how did I get here? Through a series of twists and turns, through ups and downs, through moments of doubt and moments of triumph.

But through it all, there's been one constant: love. Love for my family, love for my friends, love for the journey itself. Because at the end of the day, that's what matters most – the connections we make, the memories we create, the love we share.

So here's to the unexpected, to the surprises that keep life interesting, to the moments that take our breath away. And here's to love, in all its beautiful and unpredictable forms. Because as long as we have love in our hearts, we can weather any storm, overcome any obstacle, and find our way back home."

"Life's funny, isn't it? One moment you're on top of the world, and the next, you're staring down your toughest opponent yet. Peter Vaughn. The name alone is enough to send shivers down the spines of most wrestlers in the business. But not me.

Sure, Vaughn's got a reputation. He's beaten me before, more times than I care to admit. But you know what? That doesn't faze me. It doesn't intimidate me. Because I KNOW that I have faced tougher challenges in this ring, and I've come out on top every single time.

Vaughn likes to play mind games, likes to think he's got me all figured out. But he couldn't be more wrong. It may sound cliche but I'm not the same guy he faced in those matches. I've grown, I've evolved, I've become something he never expected.

And sure, he may think that he has the upper hand right now. He may think he's got me right where he wants me. But he's in for a rude awakening. Because when we step into that ring at Blaze of Glory, I'm going to show him what I'm made of.

I'm going to show him that he's not dealing with that Milo anymore, the one that he beat down on a few occasions. No, this Milo is something different, I'm the SCW Internet Champion, damn it, and I didn't get here by backing down from a challenge. I didn’t remain here for 7 fuckin’ months by sherking at the opportunities that were put in front of me. I beat the odds, I overcame what many said was not possible. I made it all and I still am standing. So, Peter Vaughn, you better bring everything you've got. Because I'm coming for you, and I'm not leaving without that elusive victory.

And when it's all said and done, when I've got my hand raised in victory, I'll look back on this moment and laugh. Because Peter Vaughn may be tough, but he's no match for the improbability of Miles Kasey."
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Supercard Archives / Re: FINN WHELAN (c) v GOTH -WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE
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PARADIGM SHIFT XVI // PEACOCK SKELETON WITH CROOKED FEATHERS
IF TUXEDOS SLITHER OFF CORPSES, AND COPULATE WILD ON WEDDING CAKE AND THE PRIEST STARTS SNAPPING PHOTOS? THERE’S A PEACOCK ON YOUR SHOULDER, DANCING AROUND YOUR NECK, RECITING THE BOOK OF REVELATION.
THE BLOOD BROTHERS


••••••

Immediately after XV: MANIC


The blinding sun bounced off the off-white pavement outside Wolfslair. It wasn’t quite as crowded as it was in the inner city here, but it still was too populated for him to be happy. He didn’t bother going to the office, choosing instead to just turn on his heels and walk out. Wolfslair was done. He was no longer welcome, and it didn’t take much to realize that. As much as it should have been easy for him to leave them all behind, he felt a pang of guilt settle within his stomach. It was only sickeningly replaced a moment later by a pang of terror that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

Without their backing, he was alone.

Alone in the wrestling world, one that he’d barely made it back into anyway without the world trying to shove him down. Certainly, he had a tag team partner, but it wasn’t as if he wanted to make his sins her own.

She didn’t need to be involved. She didn’t need to be part of this at all. She’d dealt with her own fuckery in her life, she didn’t need his as well. Stay professional. Stay calm. Or rather…perhaps they were all involved now. All of them. All of Wolfslair had been embroiled in his bullshit with Dickie and Kei, and any of them could have been injured beyond repair today. The Yakuza had mobilized against him, and in turn, against his peers and potential friendships. There was no guaranteeing that Kei wouldn’t show up during his absence, and do exactly as he’d threatened previously.

And all their deaths would be on his hands.

No, Kei was after him, and he was going after things that would hurt him. The gym was no longer in danger if Finn was no longer part of it.

Perhaps it was better to be alone.

He took the hood on his vest and pulled it up over his head, tucking himself into the dark sanctuary it provided. The shades he’d shoved over his eyes at least obscured his identity to passersby, and he wasn’t really concerned with seeing other people or fans. Just the fucking people he’d aligned with so long ago and now attempted to scorn to the best of his ability.

He made his way down the street, planning on walking the fourteen blocks back to his brownstone complex, up the stairs and pack a bag to get the hell out of dodge. He knew he’d have some defense for the championships coming up – one of them being with Kayla, but that seemed so far out of left field in his continually disrupted life right now. Finn just had to make it home without an incident. He had half a mind to pull out his phone, open the Southwest app and book a plane ticket for that night.

“Wait!”

He heard the chime of the bells that signaled movement out the door and her voice. He stopped in his tracks, staring upwards for a moment and then turning his head. Kayla looked frantically in both directions and then directly at him, catching his gaze despite the barrier of his shades. She clenched her fists and she stomped towards him, her jaw clenching down.

“That prick Alex can’t just kick you out!” She started as she approached him. “The Yakuza came to you–”

“The what?” Finn blanched. When the hell had she figured that out? Kayla was smart, and maybe it was because all of the invaders had been Japanese, but he doubted that was it.

“The Yakuza. They came after you, and now they’re just stringing you out to fend for yourself? That’s not a team. That’s not teamwork.” Kayla’s voice was more frantic than he’d ever heard it, her accent strongly giving away her emotions that she readily kept sealed. She looked at him and she narrowed her eyes. “I’m not stupid, Finn. I know what I’m seeing.” She took a step forward, and it seemed that she wanted to reach out for his hand. But Finn took a step back.

That pang in his stomach of terror seemed to now grab it in full and start to twist it heinously.

“Don’t, Kayla. Just don’t.”

“But I can help you. It’s not like I haven’t  been a part of something similar in the past, and I can–”

“Absolutely not.”

“But I can help!”

“Don’t get involved!”

“Look, I’ve dealt with things like this. It’s never been this fucking ridiculous, and you can’t do this alone. If it’s as bad as it looks, you’re going to need help.”

Finn’s fingers clenched into the palm of his hand as he tightened his fists and shook his head. He knew Kayla was stubborn. He knew she wasn’t going to stand down. But still, he grit his teeth and he shook his head. She couldn’t be a part of this. She couldn’t be hurt because of him, he wouldn’t allow it. Part of him wanted her by his side, and as always, in all things. But he couldn’t. They couldn’t.

“I’m not begging to help you, but I am begging you not to do this alone.” And he heard it: the sound of her pleas, something he’d never heard her get to. She cared. He knew she cared. Kayla wouldn’t beg anyone for anything, and here she was, doing just that so he didn’t go into something that he might not come back from. No amount of hiding behind a facade could change the tone in her voice, the way she clenched her own fists to plead with him to let her be a part of this. “Please…”

He grit his teeth, and he looked down at the ground, inhaling a long breath. Every part of his being didn’t want to be alone in this. He’d gotten used to having people – his people – around him, and now because of this, they were viciously ripped from his grasp. But he couldn’t risk her.

“You’re overstepping,” he snapped. “I don’t need your help, Kayla. I don’t need you to be a part of this. What, do you think I can’t handle this alone?”

“Well,” she paused, and then she nodded slowly, “I…yes?”

Finn’s lip curled and he almost screamed at her on the street. “I have been alone in all of this since it started ten years ago! I have handled it for all this time, like I handled every hit that asshole swung at me in his service. It became easy, you know, getting rid of the trash. He created me to be who I am, Kayla! And you? How the fuck can you help me?” He hoped he was being vicious enough to get her to change her mind. “This isn’t a wrestling match, and if I’m not mistaken, it was the two of us that agreed that this was going to be a professional wrestling partnership. We are tag partners. That is it!”

They stared at each other, Finn with muted fury. But that fury almost softened when he saw the hurt expression that flashed behind Kayla’s eyes for just a millisecond of a moment. He didn’t have to be an asshole, but that’s the only way it seemed like he could communicate with her in any serious manner. He had to be a dick. He had to be unkind so she would back the hell off.

She threw her hands up into the air and let out a raucous “Fine!”, before cocking her hip to the side and shaking her head. “Well fuck you too then! See if I give a shit–”

And then she turned her body completely away from him and heading back into the gym. Finn held his breath for a moment, and then he let out a long sigh. That damaged their relationship, and he knew it, but he couldn’t.



••••••

It was silent, and that’s how he liked it lately. No dramatics, no problems. For nearly two weeks since he and Kayla retained the championships, Finn had made his way back to Dillon, Colorado. It was a small town – didn’t even have a Walmart – within the mountain range where the Breckenridge Ski Two was just a few miles south. He owned a house here, a gift provided to him by a lawyer when his divorce went bottom up. It was empty most of the year, and only occupied when he was traveling through. Or in circumstances like these.

The only sound was the birds chirping in the finally warm morning as he sat outside on the deck, overlooking the lake in the scenery. Coffee was needed this morning, as the sun rose. Perhaps he would go for a run, then head down into the household gym to continue training for his match. Never a day off, even if he wasn’t with Wolfslair, or showing his face on camera. There were always going to be people saying shit, but he didn’t really particularly care.

He never really did. It was easy to respond to bullshit.

“Finnnnnn~”

He slammed his eyes shut. He heard the clicks of her Louboutins as she approached and opened the sliding glass door. He turned his head and looked at her colourful hair, pulled up into a high ponytail. Her jeans were ripped and her hoodie didn’t really match the heels, but he knew Aaron loved wearing them.

“What do you want, Jezebel?”

“I tried to check your apartment, but of course, you weren’t there.” She rolled her eyes, walking to the railing of the deck and looking ahead. She brushed off his insult with ease. “So I thought about how well I know you, and remembered that you isolate yourself more than a bear in hibernation, so here I am.”

“Here I am,” he confirmed, rolling his eyes.

“You want to tell me what’s going on with Kei?” She turned her head and looked at him then, raising her eyebrow.

Finn hesitated. It was hard to talk to anyone about the crime world that was the Yakuza. But Aaron was there for all of it. All of it.

“He wants to run the family all on his own and take it from Hideyaki. And he’s been trying to recruit me to do it.” He replied, setting his feet on the floor and leaning over the chair.

“And Dimitri?”

“Dickie was a moron and went to him to learn how to stand on his own. Now he’s just a peon, and he doesn’t know how to get out of it. He seems to believe that it’s easier to just follow. I don’t know,” he shook his head. “Kid’s head is thicker than mine.”

“Which is mighty thick,” Aaron turned and sat down across from him, crossing her leg and looking at him. “You’re still such a fucking dunce about Kayla too, but then again…you never did well with relationships. I pushed most of the relationship myself, I suppose.”

Finn titled his head and then looked upwards at the blue sky, shaking his head. This is what it was going to be about?

“Yeah well–”

“No, really.” Aaron crossed her arms. “The fact that she’s the one that ran after you after all of that and you still reject–”

“To keep her safe, Aaron!” He snapped. “She’s had enough bullshit in her past that she doesn’t need mine, and you know what Kei will do. Or did you forget?”

Aaron’s face soured. A car accident as she was weaving down the mountain pass had been caused, ultimately, by Kei’s hand. He’d been afraid that Finn would stop paying attention to his career, so he orchestrated an accident that Aaron had survived…but their unborn twins? That was a different story. There was so much damage that they were stillborn. Their relationship suffered from that minute forward.

“I haven’t. But…this is different. She wants to be by your side on this, and accepts the situation just as much as I did.” She held up her hand as Finn opened his mouth to retort. “Look, you have a woman who is willing to go into fire with you and since you’re a fucking dunderbutt, I’m pretty sure I’m going to have to tell you she’s in love with you. Or at least, I think she is. And as much as it hurts me to know that, I honestly think that you two would work together far better than anyone else. You guys could be the top of the company after this next show, and what would that be like if you were also linked hand in hand?”

“Aaron…”

“You’d be better together than apart, especially if Kei is involved. And don’t be an idiot, Finn. You’re not as secretive as you think. Even Kallie knows you love her, and she’s missing a few brain cells. Just fucking give up and try.”

Finn sighed and looked at the floor.

Maybe she was right.

Maybe they would be better together.


••••••

Do you know what I like about peacocks? Besides the fact that they’re just completely vibrant, and their plumage is probably the most unique from bird to bird, they seem to walk to the beat of their own drum. Find them in a zoo, and they’re ignoring everyone around them because they know where they stand in the hierarchy. They walk alone, they exist alone, and they take what they can get.

Throughout the world, they’re two fold in their presentation of symbolism.  The obvious of all these is beauty, and yet, vanity. Like the phoenix, they symbolize rebirth, but also so much pride that could cause downfall. In some cultures, they’re considered the symbol of masculinity and confidence. But there’s one piece that they represent so fluidly that some forget to remember it exists.

Peacocks have been known in some cultures to represent prophecy.

Prophecy.

The circular eyes embedded within their plumage represent the all-knowing eye of God. But not only this, the Book of Revelation goes as far as to describe the seraphim and the cherubim – you know, the fuckin’ angels – as beings with many eyes all over their wings. They are considered in later literature, of course, to be the divine messengers…and they alone provide the prophetical notions littered all over the Bible.

Prophecy.

A peacock may stand for beauty, vanity, sin, pride, rebirth and prophecy. I’m sure immortality and a bunch of other options are interlaid within research, but I think it’s important to point out that a peacock is…well…a good fucking representation of me.

I’m prophetic in a way. I point out the shit that’s going to happen, and while ninety-five percent of me is just pointing out the truth of the matter, there’s a part that makes me think that I truly am focused on and know what’s going to happen.  Do you know why that is? Could you even begin to guess?

Because everything that happens in the future is determined by the past.

And in the past, it was me with my hand raised. Me, with the belt in my hand, me…with the thing you covet the most.

When I became the World Heavyweight Champion of Sin City Wrestling for the second time, I made a promise that I would defend this championship with everything in my bones. Just like I have the Mixed Tag Championship…and look how long that’s been in my hands now. With Kayla at my side, we’ll be holding the championships as long as the longest reigning champions…and that’s about to just continue on and on. When we make promises, we tend to keep them.

And I made a promise that I was going to hold on this one for a while, no matter how many pissants on the outside want to proclaim falsities and lowbrau hits because they’re not worth the fucking time put in.

Now, when I was told that I was going to be defending the championship against the same person that I won it from, I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. You see, I was expecting people to come out of the woodwork, seeing that the last time I held this championship, it was a little less than fifty days I held it, and I lost it in my first defense. An easy shot, right? So easy…

Or maybe they didn’t because I’m not the same person I was nearly two years ago when I won it the first time. No. Every time I come back into this world, I become a little better, a little more bitter, and a little more annoyed than I was the last time. I watched this championship hot potato over and over, from J2H to Michael Harris, and watched people constantly get the same fucking shots while doing nothing to capitalize on their own luck. I watched it hot potato from Mac Bane and Ken Davison, men who didn’t fucking deserve the championship. Lack of effort, lack of presence.

Oh, believe me, I know how much of a hypocrite I sound like here, but at the end of the day, no one wanted to show their face for a shot at this championship…and so I have you, Goth. Again.

How many shots have you had now to gain this championship? How many times will you be reborn over and over again, be like that Daft Punk song about being harder, faster, better, stronger? Because at this rate, it is an overdone script again and again. Fail, fall apart, get cheap matches to build you up and then attempt to rise again. It’s getting old, tried, and not even relevant to being true.

It was you who said you didn’t tolerate failure. It was you who said that it has made you a bitter man, because here you stand, unable to face me without trying to poke a bear that isn’t even bothered by your bullshit. Telling me that I don’t have it in me to prove you wrong, because…well, you never really gave a reason.

I don’t believe you about retirement, though. After all, you sat there telling me that you were training for facing J2H, not even remotely looking for any other competitors…so does that make you not a man of your word? That you’re planning on retirement now if you can’t get the fucking championship? Wasn’t it you who literally not two months ago that used the fact that you weren’t any other fucking’ cry baby who didn’t get what he wanted and you just proved everyone wrong.

Let me tell you something, Goth.

No one gives a shit.

No one gives a rats ass about anyone but themselves, and I’m not being facetious in this world because – let me tell you something a little further – no one gives a flying fuck about my legacy either. Right now, I’m just the little bitch that won the big one and if history repeats itself, it’ll be out of my hands pretty soon. But here’s the thing. I do prove everyone wrong. I proved Miles wrong. I proved Limitless wrong. I proved this whole fucking company wrong that I would be gone in just a few shows like I had in the past.

Tell me when, though, that I’ve been wrong and I haven’t proved everyone wrong? I’m not a liar, Goth. But you?

That’s all you do, and you lie. You spit shit out into the wind and you hope that it’ll fall and work somehow in your favor. For example, you have a win over me…congratulations, from 2020. I’ve beaten you twice if we’re counting. But I don’t make it a habit to count wins when at the end of the day, the amount doesn’t matter. It’s the fact that when you beat me, I didn’t give a shit. But the fact that I’ve beaten you?

You can’t fucking stand it.

It eats at you inside, spreading through your bones and making you feel like you’re worth nothing. You spent so long telling me that I’m in your ring, your domain, and you ended up with fucking egg on your face because you spent time telling me I was worthless. Are you going to do it again? Tell me that I have no fucking clue what I’m walking into and that you’re going to make me have a shitty time like you did to Justin Smith?

Are you going to underestimate me again?

What was it that you told me that I was going to be able to do last time? Oh. That’s right. Absolutely fucking nothing.

Well, how’s that looking now?

Between you and me, I’m tired of your pedantics. In my opinion, you don’t deserve to be up here again, getting another fucking golden opportunity when you have failed time and time again to even get to the top. You should have started at the bottom of the bottom, facing Barnhart, Kasey, Vaughn, the entire field that they stacked against the both of us, and earned your way up here. But that’s not the case, and here you stand.

I’m not underestimating you, Goth. I know what it’s like to want to prove someone – EVERYONE – wrong.

But I made a promise to myself. Fuck everyone else, to myself, that I would do everything in my power to retain.

So here is my prophecy, Goth. You’re going to fight. You’re going to do your best because that is what you do. I believe in that.

It’s just that your best is no longer good enough.

And word to the wise? Watch what you say this coming week.

You’ll never know how the snakes start to sing.
 

••••••


It’d been two weeks since his last conversation with Kayla. Except for the match, they hadn’t interacted, and that was probably best. Perhaps it had been enough time, now, for her to have calmed down. To not want to claw out his eyes when she saw him standing on her doorstep, a place that was coveted and far, far away from him. It had taken three Dax babysitting arrangements and a promise to buy a case of Aphmau MeeMeows Mystery Plushes for her before Kallie would give up the location of the apartment, but he knew eventually, she would break for a price. He didn’t understand why the price was a bunch of stuffed animals, but that was an Aiden problem.

He reached over and rang the small doorbell that rang loudly in her apartment. There was a shuffle, and then…she was there, standing in front of him with a raised eyebrow that quickly turned into a glare.

“Hi.” He waved slightly, giving her an awkward half-smile.

“The fuck do you want?”

So she hadn’t thawed just yet. Good to know.

“Do you have a couple of minutes to talk?” He asked, trying to maintain some form of civility between them. He wanted to tell her all the things – how much he actually was in love with her, that he’d fucked it up by being a blowhard and he knew it, and the whole Emily problem was simply because he thought she didn’t want him. That it was hard being in her proximity and not saying what was on his mind, but trying to do so because he thought she was the one who didn’t give any shits.

She hesitated for a moment, as if she didn’t want him invading her space. But nevertheless, she opened the door and allowed him inside, stepping off to the side to let him in. He noted that she was in a pair of gray sweatpants that were low on her hips and a tank top, and her feet were bare. She must have been relaxing, or lounging.

He noted her apartment seemed very much like her. Band posters, gothic furniture – the things that she would have put in his house if he’d allowed it. But even at the same time, he felt that it seemed like it was empty. Like she could pack all of it up in one night and then be gone in the morning. She headed towards the couch and flopped onto it, pulling her legs up and wrapping her arms around them.

Finn followed, and then looked at the empty spot on the couch. He didn’t take a seat, but looked at her. “Can I?”

She waved him on, nodding slightly, and he sat down on the opposite cushion, his feet pressed against the floor. He leaned forward and clasped his hands together. “I think we need to talk about us.”

Kayla raised her eyebrow, and seemed to hug herself tighter. “You’ve been pretty clea–”

“No.” He shook his head. “Please. Let me finish and then you can snap at me, okay? I didn’t come here to give you another speech about how we’re only tag partners…etcetera, etcetera. We can’t keep skirting around a fucked up issue. If we’re being honest, I…” he hesitated, and then inhaled and exhaled, letting it out. Keeping it in for any longer was going to kill him, and his friendship. Hell, this may even kill his friendship as well. “I fucked up.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        And I own that.”

Her expression changed ever so slightly, from slight surprise to feigned confusion. She didn’t say anything, so Finn continued on.

“Look. Two Christmases ago, I made a boneheaded assumption that you didn’t want to be anything more than friends. I didn’t take into account the fact that you fell asleep in my proximity,” she opened her mouth but Finn held up his hand and continued, “was that you felt most comfortable around me. So yes, I tried to forget you and maintain this friendship of ours while messing around with others. It wasn’t the right decision, and I’m sorry that I hurt you.”

She clutched tighter to her legs but he could see her jaw was set. She was trying to not let him have it.

“I’m sorry,” he added, “as well for the most recent bullshit. I’m rarely straightforward because past experiences have taught me that when I open my mouth about how I feel, it often comes back to bite me in the ass. But all this shit with the Yakuza…” he shook his head slowly, looking down at the floor, “I’ve already got Dickie embroiled in this, I can’t have you part of it too. You don’t know Kei, and you don’t know the actions he’s taken to get himself where he is today. He uses everyone I care about against me, and I…can’t stand the thought of losing you because of him either.”

Kayla’s lashes lowered, and she looked down at the floor along with him for a moment. A second later, she looked up at him and asked with a small voice that was unlike any he’d heard come from her before, “Losing me…?”

“Losing you.” He affirmed, and he wanted to reach out and clasp her hand in his own. But he didn’t. He tilted his head though and then smirked slightly. “You know why, right?”

She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by the sound of Finn’s phone, a familiar ringtone signaling the call of an important person in his life. She pursed her lips together as he swore, apologized, and then grabbed it from his pocket to look at the text it brought along with its arrival. A moment later, she watched as he went pale. “What is it?” She asked, not at all hesitant.

“It’s Dickie.” He sighed slowly, his body temperature dropping and his heartbeat rising. “Kei’s decided to use the only bait he has to worm me out…”
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Supercard Archives / “New Year, New Angel Part IV: For Glory!”
« Last post by Ariana Angelos on April 06, 2024, 10:46:34 PM »
Ariana may have gotten her first win of the year when she beat Ericka Moore at the last Climax Control but getting her second win of the year wasn’t going to be any easier as she took on two faces from her past, namely? Seleana Zdunich, someone Ariana beat in her first ever SCW Title defence and the only woman to challenge Ariana for the same title twice, and the Golden Briefcase Holder Georgie Robertson who had been a lighting rod of controversy as of late and had beaten Ari at last year’s Summer XXXTreme, can Ari win?

Ariana’s new home, Las Vegas, Nevada
Thursday the 4th of April 2024. 17:00pm

Not even halfway through the year yet and I feel like this year has been a bad one for me already.

Aside from mistakenly thinking that Athena (technically our oldest pet and we only say that because we’re not sure how old the feral Peaches is) was pregnant (and that’s a long story), this week has been pretty uneventful aside from getting Athena spayed so that we don’t have to worry about her getting pregnant, we thought she was spayed when we first got her but the vet told us that she hadn’t and that she was a healthy cat otherwise.

We still had the three dogs checked, Zeus is scheduled to be neutered next week (and the jokes I could make about Greek Mythology are hilarious to anyone who knows Greek Mythology), Echo’s too young to have that kind of treatment and so is Oreo (though that will be the top priority once those doggos are old enough) but yeah this week has been pretty quiet by wrestling standards, especially considering Blaze of Glory is next week.

Speaking off.

Last year’s events are just that, the past, it did make me reevaluate my friendship with a certain Aussie but I’m past it and that’s what matters but this year’s event has still managed to drag up old memories again, not only am I in a second Triple Threat Match at this show following last year’s clash with Kayla and Melissa but I’m facing two women I’ve fought before, Seleana and Georgie.

Selana, as much as I respect her as a wrestler, is someone who may as well be the poster girl for one hit wonder in the Bombshell Division, her World Bombshell and Roulette Title Reigns feel like distant memories at this point yet she still fids herself in title contention, as for the other woman in this match? Well, she at least has a legitimate reason to be in the title scene, even if she’s getting attention for the wrong reasons.

I’ll give Georgie credit for going out there and making a statement against the three singles champions in the Bombshell Division a couple of weeks ago but if you ask me? In the end she just pissed off Bobbie, Tempest, and Juliana and if she does cash in at Blaze of Glory? I’ll be happy to soften her up for them.

I’m not even expecting a title shot in return for the deed (though I wouldn’t exactly be complaining either), I just know how I’d feel if Georgie attacked me like that if I was one of the champs, spoiler alert: I’d be livid!

”Has it been a year already?!” I wondered as I leaned back in the sofa, Athena laying on her back purring away as she did. ”Feels like even more time has passed.”

”Times flies, doesn’t it?” Francisco asked and I quickly nodded in agreement. ”Not to mention how much time has passed since you last wrestled Georgie and Seleana.”

”If we’re talking purely one on one? Sure, but Seleana was in the Open Invitational Match that ended my Roulette Title reign and the Battle Royal for the Bombshell Internet Title after Aleesha vacated it due to injury.” I responded as I shook my head and Francisco nodded. ”I’ve only had only match against Georgie and that was at last year’s Summer XXXTreme, which she won.”

”And that show was more about us getting married the week before anyway, at least as far as we were concerned.” Francisco nodded in agreement and I sighed as I looked towards the ceiling, Echo and Oreo entered the room with their tails wagging but Athena continued to pay he two dogs no mind. ”Who knows? Maybe Blaze of Glory could be the start of something new for you?”

”How?! The Triple Threat may as well have filler match written all over it,  and after I lost the Mixed Tag Title Match I’m not exactly on any champion’s radar right now.” I point out that fact and Francisco nodded. ”Then again that didn’t stop Krystal at last year’s event.”

”Definitely don’t go as extreme as her but it’s still something to think about.” Francisco responded and I nodded before I started stroking Echo and Oreo with one hand each.

The Disaster Diaries, Ariana’s office, Las Vegas, Nevada
Friday the 5th of April 2024, 14:00pm

(on camera, start vlog, promo time)

As I started the Vlog I had a lot on my mind.

”Blaze of Glory is almost here! And it’s going to take a lot for this year’s show to be worse than last year’s, at least for me anyway!” I commented with a frown as I addressed the camera. ”At least last year I was in a title match, only thing this match has in common is that it features two opponents who I’ve wrestled before and one of them is a former champion, though I will still say that Seleana and Georgie are steps down from Kayla and Melissa!”

Yep.

”At least that match had something other than bragging rights at stake but considering it’s taken me nearly four months to win my first math this year? I’ll take what I can get to be honest!”  I added and as I brushed some hair over my shoulder. ”Way I see it? This match may as well be the Georgie Robertson show! Me and Seleana are practically distractions for Ms. Controversy as she decides which champion to cash in on, would be a shame if she was too beat up to even think about it, wouldn’t it?”

And Seleana?

”We may be afterthoughts in this match Seleana but we may as well make the most of this, am I right? Everyone expects this to be an easy ride for Georgie given our respective records, I say we spoil Georgie’s party, what do you think?” I asked with a cheeky grin as I leaned my head back. ”I’d say that I don’t care who wins as long as it’s not Georgie but I’d be lying, I want this win, no, I NEED this win!”

It's that simple.

”It’s like I said, I just picked up my first win of the year after three months of trying, I’m not about to lose again.” I stated as I flipped some hair over my shoulder. ”And Seleana and Georgie are all that stand between me and that goal! At least I won’t have to worry about Georgie weaselling her way out of this one like she did against Mercedes and Seleana will be a great match as always! But in the end?”

And with that I decided to wrap things up.

”I have the most to gain from winning this match and trust me, I’m going to do everything in my power to not only spoil any plans Georgie might have but put Seleana down for the count as well!2 I added as I folded my arms in the x shape showing my fingerless gloves. ”And whilst Georgie and Seleana bask in the glow of the Golden Angel’s light I will do what I couldn’t last year and win! See you in the ring at “New Year, New Angel Part IV: For Glory!” at, well, Blaze of Glory girls!”

I turned off the webcam as the scene fades.
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Supercard Archives / Re: MERCEDES VARGAS v ALEXANDRA CALAWAY - HARDCORE RULES
« Last post by Alexandra Calaway on April 06, 2024, 09:57:07 PM »
Sin City Wrestling Segment
Fox 10 News
March 30th, 2024
Phoenix, Arizona

The camera opens to Richard Saenz sitting across from Alexandra Calaway in a studio setting, the Fox 10 News logo prominently displayed behind them. She’s smiling at the camera

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Richard Saenz, and tonight we have a special guest with us, none other than Sin City Wrestling’s very own Hellion, Alexandra Calaway. Alexandra, welcome to Fox 10 News.”

Richard gestures to Alexandra and the two shake hands and she speaks. She doesn’t seem at all nervous, like it’s second nature for her. She made it seem so simple. She was going to promote the hell out of the company that had done so much for her.

“Thank you for having me, Richard. It's a pleasure to be here. And to get this chance to promote Sin City Wrestling, after all, they’ve treated me so well since my arrival almost a year ago.”

Richard Saenz nods and continues, trying to pick at her brain to get more information out of her.

“Alexandra, let's dive right into it. Sin City Wrestling has been making waves lately, especially with your recent matches. Fans are curious about your future in SCW. What can they expect from you moving forward?”

“Oh, they can expect fireworks, Richard. SCW is where the action is, and I'm here to bring the heat. As for my future, I've got my eyes set on some big opportunities. Fans can expect me to keep pushing boundaries, delivering intense matches, and pursuing championship gold.”

“That sounds exciting indeed. Now, let's talk about the upcoming show on Sunday, March 31. What can the fans look forward to on that night?”

Alexandra chuckled softly and looked at him, her eyes fixed on his, then switching to the camera.

“Oh, it's going to be one hell of a night, Richard. SCW always delivers top-notch entertainment, and this Sunday will be no exception. Fans can expect high-octane matches, thrilling rivalries, and surprises that will keep them on the edge of their seats.”

“Speaking of rivalries, you recently faced off against Julianna DiMaria in a highly anticipated match. It didn't go your way. Can you tell us about that experience?”

Alexandra looked down for a moment, before bringing her gaze back up to the camera and speaking in earnest.

“Absolutely. Julianna is a fierce competitor, and our match was intense from start to finish. It's no secret that I came up short, but that's the nature of our business. I know that she and several others still underestimate me. What matters is how we bounce back, and I'm more determined than ever to show the world what I'm made of.”

“And bounce back you will, Alexandra, as you're set to face Mercedes Vargas in a Hardcore Match. Can you give us a sneak peek into what we can expect from that encounter?”

“Mercedes Vargas is no stranger to any member of the roster, and neither am I. When two forces collide in a match like this, expect chaos, expect brutality, and expect a fight like no other. Mercedes, if you're watching, get ready for a battle you won't forget. When it comes to Hardcore competition, anything goes and anything can happen. I can promise, it will definitely be a Blaze of Glory.”

“Strong words from a strong competitor. Alexandra Calaway, thank you for joining us tonight, and best of luck with your upcoming match.”

“Thank you, Richard. And to all the fans out there, don't miss the action on Sunday, March 31. It's going to be epic!”

The camera fades out as Richard nods in agreement, concluding the interview with Alexandra Calaway.

A Surprise Call
Hotel
March 30th, 2024
Phoenix, Arizona

The screen lights up with a video call notification, and Alexandra eagerly accepts. The call connects to a lively scene at Disney World, with Damien, his girlfriend Mika, his daughter Brianna, and Ashlynn, Alexandra’s daughter in the background, immersed in the magical atmosphere.

“Hey there, my favorite Disney crew!”

Alexandra chuckled softly as her brother started to speak.

“Hey sis! Look who's here!”

Her niece Brianna and her daughter Ashlynn both walk into view.

“Hi, Aunt Alexandra!”

“Hi, Momma!!!!”

Alexandra smiled at their happiness, she missed her daughter, but it wasn’t easy for her to constantly be away from home. And since it was spring break, Alexandra’s brother took them to Disney World.

“Hi, sweeties! How's Disney World treating you all?”

Mika leaned into view.

“Oh, it's been fantastic! We just finished meeting Mickey and Minnie.”

“And Brianna here conquered her fear of roller coasters!”

Damien chimed in before the kids took over again.

“Yeah, Aunt Alexandra! It was amazing!”

“That's incredible, Brianna! I'm so proud of you.”

“Mom, guess what? Tomorrow we're going to the Magic Kingdom!”

“Wow, Ashlynn! That sounds like a blast. Have you been enjoying the rides?”

“Yes! And the parades are so cool!”

“They really are. The Disney magic is real! And they are eating it up.”

“It looks like you're having an amazing time. Thanks for the call, Ashlynn. I miss you all.”

“We miss you too, sis. But don't worry, we're taking good care of the girls. You go and do what you do best. Show out!  And you deserve this break, after everything.”

“Brianna and Ashlynn are having the time of their lives.”

Mika smiled at her.

“That's all I could ask for. Make sure they get lots of pictures!”

“We will, Aunt Alexandra!”

“Mom, we got you a souvenir! It's a Mickey Mouse keychain.”

“Thank you, sweetie! I can't wait to see it. Have fun tomorrow, and remember, take lots of pictures.”

“We will, don't worry. Now go enjoy your evening, sis.”

Her brother smiled as he spoke.

“You too! Love you all!”

“We love you too!”

As the call ends, Alexandra smiles at the screen, heart warmed by the happiness radiating from her family at Disney World. She takes a moment to appreciate the special bond they share, even when miles apart. She took a deep breath and looked out her hotel window. Even though her daughter wasn’t there, she knew that they would be reunited soon. They were instructed to meet her in Dallas, before she and Ashlynn would head out to the show for SCW.


Tale of the Tape
Waldorf Astoria
March 31, 2024
Las Vegas, Nevada

Alexandra Calaway, known for her dark persona and intense in-ring style, stands at 5'6" and hails from Dallas, Texas. On the other hand, Mercedes Vargas, often referred to as "The Argentine Assassin," brings a technical and lucha libre flair to the ring, standing at 5'7" with Argentine roots.

Wrestling Experience and Accomplishments
Both wrestlers boast impressive careers. Alexandra has been in the wrestling scene for nearly a year, making a significant impact with her hardcore matches and title runs. She has held titles like the Bombshell Roulette Championship, showcasing her resilience and ability to thrive in chaotic matches.

Mercedes, with a decade of experience, is a seasoned veteran with numerous championships under her belt. Her technical prowess and showmanship have earned her accolades such as being a three-time World Champion and a six-time Tag Team Champion.

Wrestling Style and Preferences
Alexandra's style leans heavily on hardcore and brawling techniques, often utilizing weapons and the environment to her advantage. She's a daredevil in the ring, known for taking risks and pushing her opponents to their limits.

In contrast, Mercedes blends technical wrestling with lucha libre maneuvers, showcasing agility and finesse. She's adept at submissions and high-flying moves, making her a versatile and unpredictable opponent.

Entrance and Persona
Alexandra's entrance is characterized by dark tones and a menacing presence, reflecting her intense persona. Her aura exudes confidence and a hint of danger, setting the tone for her matches.

Mercedes' entrance, on the other hand, is vibrant and energetic, reflecting her passionate and fiery personality. She engages with the crowd and knows how to command attention, making every entrance a spectacle.

Strengths and Weaknesses
Alexandra's strengths lie in her hardcore experience and fearlessness. She thrives in chaotic environments and can endure significant punishment. However, her aggression can sometimes lead to impulsive decisions, leaving her vulnerable.

Mercedes excels in technical wrestling and agility, often outmaneuvering opponents with her speed and precision. She's a strategist in the ring but can be overly confident at times, underestimating her opponents.

Career Trajectory and Future Prospects
Both wrestlers have made significant impacts in their respective careers. Alexandra's recent success in SCW has propelled her into the spotlight, while Mercedes' veteran status and championship history make her a formidable force.

Their upcoming match in SCW promises to be a clash of styles and personalities, showcasing the diversity and depth of talent in the Bombshell division. Fans can expect an intense and thrilling encounter as these two powerhouses collide in the ring.

Queens Blog
Waldorf Astoria
April 1st, 2024
Las Vegas, Nevada

Hey there, SCW Universe! It's your girl Alexandra Calaway, and I'm buzzing with excitement as I take a moment to reflect on the electrifying SCW show we just experienced. What a night it's been!

First and foremost, I want to extend my heartfelt gratitude to each and every one of you for your unwavering support. Your energy and enthusiasm are what fuel me to push harder and reach for the stars, and for that, I am truly grateful.

Now, let's dive into the anticipation building for my upcoming match in SCW against the formidable Mercedes Vargas. The stage is set, the tension is palpable, and I'm ready to bring my A-game like never before. Mercedes, you're stepping into the ring with a force to be reckoned with, and I hope you're prepared for a battle of epic proportions. The SCW Universe is in for a treat, and I can't wait to showcase my skills and leave a lasting impact on all who witness the match.

As I prepare for this momentous showdown, I'm reminded of the incredible support I receive from each of you, my loyal fans. Your cheers, chants, and unwavering belief in me fuel my fire and drive me to new heights. Together, we're unstoppable, and together, we'll make history in SCW.

Now before I end this blog up, let me give you all a bit of a look into where my mind is right now.
In the world of professional wrestling, there exists a realm where steel meets flesh, and the boundaries of pain are pushed to their limits. This realm is none other than Hardcore matches, a battleground where the spirit of tenacity and resilience shines brightest. For me, Alexandra Calaway, Hardcore matches have not only been a test of physical endurance but also a canvas where I've painted some of my most unforgettable moments in the ring.

A Test of Grit

Hardcore matches are not for the faint of heart. They push wrestlers to their absolute limits, challenging their pain thresholds and pushing them to unleash their most primal instincts. From brutal chair shots to bone-crunching table spots, every Hardcore match is a symphony of chaos and intensity. It's in these matches that I've truly discovered the depths of my own grit and determination, pushing past barriers and proving that I am capable of enduring whatever challenges come my way.

A Showcase of Creativity

While Hardcore matches may be synonymous with brutality, they also offer a platform for creativity and innovation. From incorporating unconventional weapons to executing jaw-dropping high-risk maneuvers, Hardcore matches allow wrestlers to showcase their ingenuity and ability to think on their feet. This creative freedom has been instrumental in shaping my style as a wrestler, allowing me to experiment with new techniques and strategies that keep my opponents guessing.

Unforgettable Moments

Throughout my career, Hardcore matches have provided me with some of the most unforgettable moments in the ring. Whether it's defying gravity with a breathtaking dive off the top rope or delivering a thunderous chair shot that echoes through the arena, each Hardcore match has left an indelible mark on my journey. These moments not only resonate with the fans but also serve as milestones that define my legacy as a Hardcore specialist.

Pushing Boundaries

One of the defining aspects of Hardcore matches is their ability to push boundaries and break traditional norms. From no-disqualification stipulations to extreme stipulations like barbed wire matches, Hardcore bouts are a testament to the willingness of wrestlers to go above and beyond for the sake of entertainment. As someone who thrives on pushing boundaries and exploring the uncharted territories of wrestling, Hardcore matches have been a natural fit for me, allowing me to embrace the chaos and unpredictability of the genre.

A Connection with Fans

Perhaps the most significant aspect of Hardcore matches is the connection they forge between wrestlers and fans. The raw energy and adrenaline that permeate these matches create an immersive experience for the audience, drawing them into the action and leaving them on the edge of their seats. The support and enthusiasm of the fans during Hardcore battles are unmatched, serving as a driving force that propels me forward and fuels my passion for the sport.

Looking Ahead

As I prepare for my upcoming Hardcore match in SCW, I carry with me the lessons and experiences gained from years of embracing the Hardcore spirit. With every chair shot, every table spot, and every heart-pounding moment, I am reminded of the resilience and determination that define my journey. I look forward to stepping into the Hardcore battleground once again, ready to leave it all in the ring and create yet another unforgettable chapter in my career.

For now stay tuned to my social media channels for more updates, behind-the-scenes moments, and all the latest news leading up to the showdown at SCW and beyond. The countdown begins, and I'm ready to make this match one for the ages.

Until next time,

Stay fierce,
Alexandra Calaway


Speaking The Truth
Sunset Crater Volcano National Monument
April 3rd, 2024
Flagstaff, Arizona

The camera opens to a panoramic view of the Sunset Crater Volcano National Monument. The rugged terrain and the imposing volcano provide a stunning backdrop as Alexandra Calaway steps into the frame, exuding confidence and intensity. She addresses the camera with a steely gaze.

"In just a few weeks, we will be here, in Flagstaff at the Walkup Skydome, and it’s there that I’ll stand across the ring from Mercedes Vargas. Now you might ask, why are you there so early? Simple, I’m out here promoting the tour. The Bombshell Division, that name alone invokes a sense of history, of achievements earned and battles fought. But as the dust settles and the spotlight shines, it's not just about names or legacies; it's about the clash of two titans, each with their own stories etched in the annals of Sin City Wrestling. And for me, this match is more than just another chapter; it's a testament to resilience, a showcase of unyielding determination forged in the fires of countless battles."

As the scene transitions to Sunset Crater Volcano National Monument, the camera pans over the rugged landscape, capturing the essence of Alexandra's intensity and determination.

"This volcanic terrain mirrors the fierce spirit burning within me. The Bombshell Roulette Championship, a title I held proudly, a title that saw me through some of the toughest challenges SCW had to offer. But championships come and go; it's the fire within that remains unquenched. Mercedes, while you bask in your past glory, I have been sharpening my skills, preparing for the inevitable clash that awaits us at Blaze of Glory."

She looked out over the vastness of the land before her. Something about being here, grounded her to the Earth, connected her to all other living things.

“Mercedes Vargas, the name echoes through the halls of Sin City Wrestling like a ghost from the past. A Hall of Famer, a multiple time champion — your accolades are commendable, no doubt. But while you've been basking in the glory of your achievements, have you paid attention to the storm brewing right in front of you? I've been here, in the trenches, fighting tooth and nail for every inch of ground gained. You see, while you rest on your laurels, I sharpen my claws, honing my skills with every battle, every challenge that comes my way.”

She starts walking, the volcanic landscape emphasizing her words. She gestures around her, the volcanic rocks mirroring the ruggedness of her spirit.

“In my time here, I've carved my path through blood and sweat. I held the Bombshell Roulette Championship, a title that saw me through some of my most intense battles. Every match, every victory, every loss — they've all shaped me into the force that stands before you today.The Bombshell Roulette Championship was not just a title—it was a symbol of my resilience, my determination to rise above the chaos and carve my legacy in the annals of SCW history. And yes, I lost it, but in that loss, I found a fire that burns hotter than ever before.”

She pauses, looking directly into the camera, her eyes burning with determination.

“Hardcore matches, deathmatches — they're not just matches for me; they're my battlegrounds. They're where I thrive, where I excel. And come Blaze of Glory, when we step into that hardcore ring, Mercedes, you'll find out firsthand why they call me the Queen of Hardcore, the embodiment of unyielding strength and unwavering determination.”

The camera captures the raw emotion in her eyes as she speaks, her passion palpable.

“Mercedes, you may have multiple championships to your name, but do you have the hunger that drives me forward? Do you have the relentless spirit that refuses to stay down, no matter how hard you're knocked?”

The wind whistles through the volcanic rocks, adding an eerie backdrop to Alexandra's fierce declaration. Alexandra continues, her voice unwavering.

“You may have the reputation, the history, but I have the hunger, the fire that burns deep within. I've faced the best, I've conquered the toughest, and I've emerged stronger every single time. Blaze of Glory will be a battleground, a canvas where pain and resilience paint a picture of true grit. Mercedes, I respect your legacy, but I will not be overshadowed. I will stand tall, I will fight fiercely, and I will emerge victorious.”

She stares into the camera with a steely gaze, her message clear and resolute. She clenches her fists, the determination evident in every word.

“So, Mercedes Vargas, bring your A-game. Bring your legacy. But know this — when the dust settles, when the scars fade, it'll be my hand raised in victory. Because in the end, it's not about the past, it's about who stands tall in the present. And that, my dear opponent, will be me.”

The camera slowly zooms out as Alexandra stands amidst the volcanic landscape, a symbol of determination and unyielding strength, ready to face whatever challenges come her way at Blaze of Glory.


Queens Blog
MotorCity Casino Hotel
April 4th, 2024
Detriot, Michigan

Hey there, Professional Wrestling Universe!!! It's your girl Alexandra Calaway, and I'm sitting here reflecting on my past thoughts on Mercedes, and while most people are going, why aren’t you tearing her apart, I’m here to say, that’s not what this is about. It’s not what I am here to do.  I’m here to show EVERYONE that despite what others might think of you, it's more about what you know about yourself.

Facing the Argentine Assassin

As I step into the ring with Mercedes Vargas, I'm not just facing a talented wrestler—I'm facing a legend. Mercedes' tenure in this industry speaks volumes about her skill and dedication. But legends are meant to be challenged, and that's exactly what I aim to do. I respect her accomplishments, but I won't be intimidated. This match is an opportunity to prove that I belong in the upper echelons of SCW's Bombshell division.

A Clash of Styles and Legacies

Mercedes and I bring different styles and legacies to this match. While she excels in technical finesse and high-flying maneuvers, I thrive in the chaos of hardcore battles. This clash of styles isn't just about who's better—it's about showcasing the diversity of talent in professional wrestling. Fans can expect a rollercoaster of emotions and actions as we push each other to the limits, leaving it all in the ring for the world to witness. This is more than just a match for me, it’s another step in building my legacy, not just here in Sin City Wrestling, but in the entire industry. People will remember the name, Alexandra Calaway.

The Road to Glory

This match isn't just another bout—it's a stepping stone on my journey to glory. Holding the Bombshell Roulette Championship was just the beginning. Now, I set my sights on conquering new challenges and making my mark in Sin City Wrestling’s history. Mercedes, you're a formidable opponent, but know this: I'm ready to fight with everything I have. When we step into that ring, expect fireworks, expect passion, and expect Alexandra Calaway to rise to the occasion and show the world what she's made of. My rise to the top, will be you, going down in a Blaze of Glory…

I look forward to showing her that despite what she might think, or what my former opponents think, I’m here to stay. For now, I’m going to ride the high of the Pro Wrestling Valor show I just had the joy of being a part of.

Until next time,

Stay fierce,
Alexandra Calaway[/color]


Unexpected Company
MotorCity Casino Hotel
April 4th, 2024
Detriot, Michigan

Alexandra sat on the plush couch in her hotel room, flipping through some old wrestling magazines. The soft glow of the table lamp cast a warm light around the room, creating a cozy atmosphere. She was lost in thought, reminiscing about her journey in the wrestling world. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Alexandra's brows furrowed in curiosity. It wasn't often that unexpected visitors dropped by this late in the evening. She set the magazine aside and made her way to the door, her bare feet padding softly against the soft floor. As she reached the door and turned the handle, the door swung open to reveal a handsome man standing on her doorstep. His eyes met hers, and a warm smile spread across his face.

"Hey, beautiful," he said in a soft, affectionate tone.

Alexandra's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. She hadn't expected to see him tonight, but his presence was always a welcome surprise. She stepped closer, closing the distance between them.

"What are you doing here?"

She asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice. The man reached out to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"I couldn't stay away," he admitted, his gaze filled with adoration. "I just wanted to see you, even if it's just for a few minutes."

Alexandra felt a rush of warmth spreading through her chest. Despite the hectic schedule of her wrestling career, moments like these reminded her of what truly mattered. She leaned in, resting her forehead against his, their breaths mingling in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

"Stay, please?" she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. The man's arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a tender embrace. In that fleeting moment, everything else faded away. The scene faded to black, leaving the scene and questions unanswered.

FADE TO BLACK

Always Bet On Alex
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Supercard Archives / Read Miles's RP first
« Last post by HBCarter on April 06, 2024, 09:48:28 PM »
"I hate the word homophobia. It's not a phobia. You're not scared. You're an asshole."
~ Morgan Freeman

When one thinks of traditional British cuisine, one thinks of bangers and mash, steak and kidney pie and fish n’ chips. Amongst other delicacies. The problem however when in London is finding a place that serves these dishes made the traditional way that is not a pub. Usually when visiting and in search of British fare, you can indeed find many a five star restaurant that serves it, but there’s a catch. These places modernize the dishes in regards to both ingredients as well as presentation so you would never know you were eating the classic. This was the dilemma Carter McKinney presented his fiance Miles Kasey with when they arrived in London to surprise his family with an impromptu celebration of their engagement. Carter could have made things easy when Miles entrusted him with finding a great place to take his family out to eat to celebrate, and booked one of those very pubs. He knew Miles missed his native British foods terribly, but they could have that any time while visiting London while Miles’s mom and sister most likely had it relatively often. This called for something more special…

(See, this is where you really should pause in case you have yet to read the first roleplay of Miles Kasey, otherwise you risk not understanding what was going on! Go on now, get!)

Alexander the Great Greek Restaurant -
London

I know, Greek food, am I right? But Carter spent the better part of three hours researching the best restaurants London had to offer, and while there were plenty of French and Indian restaurants alongside modernized British places, he saw only one Greek place and the very atmosphere called out to him. From the moment you set foot inside, you could simply feel the Greek atmosphere even were you unable to see it. From the olive wood architecture to the vines creeping up the structures and authentic Green clay archways and all along the ceiling. The Greek influenced sculptures of the restaurant’s namesake were positioned around the restaurant's interior so that they would be noticed while not being overdone in number. Traditional white tablecloths with dianthus centerpieces and olive wooden chairs.

It was perfect.

“Oh my…” Mora - mother to Miles and his sister Brianna - said as she was the first to set foot inside of the fine Greek establishment while her son held the door for her, followed by Brianna, her husband Garrett and finally, Carter himself before Miles brought up the rear. Mora went on to say, “This is lovely.”

“Haven’t you ever been?” Carter asked, shaking his head and feeling the constant pangs of whether he had made the right choice for dining out with his future in-laws.

“No.” Mora answered heartily. “Oh we’ve seen it often enough and it was always one of those places we meant to visit but it just never worked out.”

Carter smiled as Miles gripped his shoulder in a reassuring comfort. He knew his love well enough to know Carter was confident to the point of cocky - save for wanting to make a positive impression on Miles’s own family. Not that he had much trouble concerning that, mind you. While this was his first time meeting Garrett, he had already met Bri and Mora in Las Vegas during Miles’s last birthday celebration. And his family adored him.

Carter moved past the group to the hostess stand and once the young man looked up, he said, “Reservation for Carter McKinney?”

The host looked down at his meticulously cared for book and scrolled the names until he arrived at the right one and looked up with a smile, and in his Cockney accent, said, “Right this way.” as he picked up five menus. Before he escorted the party through the web of tables until they arrived at one table along the half-wall adorned with olive plants and Greek wine bottles.

“Is this satisfactory?” the host asked, to which everyone present assured him that it was and offered him their thanks as they took their seats. He then handed out the menus, ladies first of course, and finally said, “Your waiter will be with you momentarily.” before he took his leave to resume his duties at the forefront of the restaurant.

The group then proceeded to spend the next few minutes offered to them to browse the menu, Miles idly speaking up to say, “I am starving.”

“You’re always hungry.” Carter quipped as his eyes searched for the wines and, of course, deserts, to which Mora smiled while perusing her own, adding, “It’s nice to know some things haven’t changed.”

“Oy!” Miles looked up over his own menu and asked, “What is this? Pick On Miles Day?”

“Yes.” Everyone present responded in unison, as if it couldn’t have been planned any better. Miles then turned to Carter who was nodding along with the others but one arched brow from his fiance and he immediately switched to shaking his head in the negative. Satisfied, Miles went back to looking over the menu when a young woman approached, with the host not far after.

“Hello, I’m Amara.” She said with the brightest of smiles. “I’ll be serving you this evening. Can I get you anything to drink while you look over the menu?”

But before the young lady could continue or anyone present could place their drink orders, the host arrived at her side. He said, “Excuse me, Amara? A moment.” he then addressed the party at the table to say, “The last member of your party just arrived.”

“Last member?” Carter looked to Miles as everyone present appeared confused. “But we are… who…?”

“Oh bloody hell!” Miles exclaimed as their heads turned and Garrett audibly groaned and Brianna almost threw her cloth napkin in a gesture of vast frustration as approaching was none other than her mother-in-law, and Garrett’s mother - Wendy Barnes. The atmosphere immediately shifted from one of positivity and joy to tension and annoyance as the outspoken and homophobic mother of Garrett Kasey approached the table with a stiff smile that nobody present was buying.

“Mom?” Garrett was the first to break the awkward silence. “What are you doing here?”

“Well I had tried to phone you at work and your secretary kindly told me about your family dinner here.” Wendy answered stiffly, her emphasis on the word ‘family’ evident. Garrett turned to his wife and muttered, “I’m going to need a new secretary.”

But she placed a hand on his shoulder and not one of comfort as she openly asked, “Now may I ask why you didn’t tell your own mother about this ‘family’ dinner?”

“Because you weren’t invited.” All heads turned in surprise to none other than Carter who spoke up, but none more so than Wendy herself who looked affronted at there mere thought she was not invited to a family dinner.

She wrinkled her nose as if there were a bad smell under it, asking, “And who are you to say that I’m not invited to have dinner with my son and daughter-in-law?”

But Carter, being who he was, happily accepted the gauntlet and answered, “Maybe because we’re the ones who invited them? And I’m the one who picked the restaurant?”

But his words practically fell upon deaf ears as Wendy simply made a face and an indifferent “Hmph” as she pulled out the vacant chair to have a seat, as if he had not even spoken. Basically inviting herself to dinner.

Miles leaned over in his chair to say to his fiance, “Just be yourself, love.” To which carter turned to him and said, “Miles, there’s no reason to scare the woman.”

But Miles’s sister Bri leaned over from her own chair and made a pleading face, whispering “Oh pleasepleaseplease…!” Causing a snort of laughter to be held back, but whatever else could be said or felt quickly evaporated as Wendy insulted the waitress by snapping her fingers at her and speaking up, “Perhaps we can order now?”

And once everyone had told Amara their drink orders – Wendy a sparkling water. Mora, cranberry juice. Miles, Garrett and Bri both ordered Coke and finally Carter, a pineapple juice. No sooner did Amara leave to put in their orders than Wendy started to fuss, “Visiting London and taking us to a Greek restaurant rather than somewhere … nicer. Greeks…”

To which Carter replied, “Yeah, if it wasn't for them we wouldn't have philosophy or democracy or even medicine... the bastards!”

Wendy shifted in her seat and said, “You’re very mouthy for being a guest in our country.”

Carter answered right back, “And yet out of respect for Garrett I haven't yet said anything crass like I hope you take a diuretic and can't get your pantyhose off.” Mora’s eyes opened wide as Bri bit at her bottom lip to try not to take too much glee in Carter’s sass directed at her husband’s mother. Garrett looked away so as not to let anyone see whether or not he himself was smiling, while Miles just hung his head but his trembling shoulders spoke volumes toward his own reaction. Meanwhile, Carter just engaged in a stare down with the woman who had taken an immediate dislike toward him and Miles as a couple.

“I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised at your lack of respect.” Wendy finally broke the tense silence between the pair. She then acted as if he didn’t even exist as she turned her attention to Miles and looked him up and down before speaking, “Pleased to see at least one of you looking the part of a man. When did you grow your facial hair?” She asked idly.

“About a year ago.” Miles answered. “When did you grow yours?”

At that, Wendy bristled at Miles's caustic words as everybody turned to him wide-eyed, somewhat surprised that he went there. Carter himself stared at his fiance in a mix of awe and adoration. Wendy instinctively touched her chin with her fingertips before she pulled away and regained her composure.

She sniffed and turned to her son and asked, “And you're just going to sit there and let them speak to your mother that way?”

Garrett however looked up from his menu and feigned innocence, “Sorry mum. Wasn't listening.”

“Unbelievable.” She half muttered, shaking her head. “I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. This one…” She nodded toward Brianna. “Has completely poisoned you against me!”

“Excuse you!” Brianna started to speak up, clearly affronted just as Garrett massaged the bridge of his nose and exclaimed, “Mum..!”

“Could we all please stop and just enjoy a nice meal?” Mora spoke up as the voice of reason.

“Thank you “ Wendy said as if Mora spoke up in her defense before opening up her menu to glance it over for the first time. Everyone else follows suit, the tension thick in the air. Wendy then, seemingly unable to help herself, said, “And if I don't start getting a little bit more respect, I will not be attending this blasphemous ceremony!” Causing one and all to glance up at her as if she had just stayed at the most ludicrous thing in the world.

And to everyone present, she just did!

“Excuse how I phrase this,” Carter broke the uncomfortable silence amongst them. “But what in gay hell are you talking about!?”

Miles added, “Did you say something about attending our wedding?”

“No,” Wendy contradicted, “I said something about not attending your … wedding!”

“Good, because you’re not invited.” Miles said. “You never were.”

Wendy couldn’t have been more surprised had you slapped her across the face, jerking her head back and looked around the table with relatively wide and surprised eyes.

“What… What are you talking about?” She asked. “How could I not be invited?”

“Why would you be?” Carter frowned, to which Wendy answered, pointing across the table at More and her daughter, as well as her own son, stating hotly, “But you’re inviting them!”

“Of course we are!” Miles answered. “They’re going to be Carter’s in-laws!”

“Face facts…” Carter said, drawing her attention back to him. “You have a better shot at attending by someone looking in a mirror and saying your name three times than by my inviting you.”

Even Garrett proceeded to choke on his water as he took a drink while the waitress Amara was delivering the drinks. Wendy was fuming beneath her calm facade, even though the flush to her cheeks and neck spoke volumes as to just how angry and embarrassed she truly was.

She shrugged and said, “Suit yourself. Just know that if I don’t go, my son won’t go either!”

And for the first time, Garrett Kasey set his glass down firmly, perhaps too much so. He then looked at his mother and said in a tone that would brook no argument or debate, “Mother? I am a grown ass man! You do not dictate to me where I can go or when! And I will definitely be there as Miles is family and Carter is about to be!”

“You are seriously going to support this!?” She came close to shrieking but managed to hold it in. “This…” She waved a finger across the table at Carter and Miles. “This is not normal!”

“Normal is an illusion.” Carter stated calmly. “What's normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.”

Mora, Miles and Bri's mom, placed a hand on his arm and said, “That's very profound, Carter.”

“Thanks, but I can’t take credit,” He replied. “Morticia Addams. 1958.”

Miles smiled at his fiance’s fast wit and then turned to Wendy and said, “It’s funny to hear you of all people talk about the sanctity of marriage and what is and isn’t normal.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning,” Miles replied. “Weren’t you married three times?”

“That’s different!” Wendy declared hotly. “My marriages ended because we were unhappy and they were abusive…”

“Oh stop playing the victim, Mother!” Garrett said all of a sudden. “True the marriages were unhappy but it was you who made your husbands unhappy and nobody was abused! At least not physically and if anyone was…”

“Stop…” Wendy ordered, but Garrett was not finished putting his mother in her place. He said, “It was father when he told you he was leaving you for his business partner!” Garrett then turned to Carter to emphasize, “Another man.” Causing Carter to make a comical gasping/choking noise as he jerked his head around to look at Wendy with eyes as wide as his open mouth!

Wendy stood up and she pressed her hands on the edge of the table as she glared daggers at her son, seething, “I would play this very carefully, son. If you ever want my help in watching that child of yours ever again!”

Mother and son engaged in an epic stare down, but the fact was in this case Wendy did have Garrett backed into the proverbial corner. This was when Carter turned to address Brianna and he casually asked, “What do daycares in London go for these days?”

Not quite getting why he was asking, Bri answered, “Around £138 per week…?” And Carter turned to look at Miles silently and there was a mutual, unspoken understanding between the two young men. That was when Wendy stood up and almost knocked her chair over in the process.

“I will not have it!” She declared hotly. “I will not stand for…!”

“One more word out of you and I'll sew your lips shut!” Carter raised his voice to match Wendy’s own, pointing a finger at her. “And while I'm at it, I'll put tape over your mouth too!” Resulting in a mass expulsion from everyone’s lips who had been taking drinks from their glasses at the worst possible time. But this was enough to have drawn the attention of the rest of the patrons as well as staff.

The manager himself, a middle aged but still imposing man of Greek descent approached the table and asked, “Excuse me but is there a problem?”

“There certainly is…” Wendy started to answer but Carter interrupted, addressing the manager himself and saying, “This woman invited herself to our table and has been causing trouble since she got here.”

“That is a lie!” Wendy gaped like a fish on a hook, looking around for someone - anyone - to speak up in her defense. “Garrett…?” But her own son just turned his head away so that he did not have to look at her - his own mother.

The manager then looked at Wendy and said with finality, “Ma’am? I am sorry but we are going to have to ask you to leave.”

“I will not…” Wendy started to speak loudly again, but the manager put up with none of her brash bullshit as he held a hand up in her face, cutting her off and he said, “You are disturbing our guests. Leave now or I will be forced to call security.”

Wendy took one last look at those at the table and then for the first time, felt the stares of everyone in the restaurant directed solely at her and her alone. She flushed a deep scarlet and cleared her throat, attempting one last time to salvage her pride, “Fine.” She said, “I didn’t want to be here anyway.” And that being said, everyone watched as she grabbed her purse and took her leave.

Poor Amara looked crestfallen, as if this was somehow her own fault. She stepped back up to the table and cleared her throat, drawing all eyes to her.

“I-I am sorry.” She said, “Would you like to order now…?”

“Yeah, can we get a bottle of Agiorgitiko?” Carter asked with as much soothing politeness as he could muster. “I feel like celebrating!”

“O-Of course.” Amara smiled, thoroughly soothed and she turned to retrieve the bottle of Greek red. That was when Bri leaned over in her chair to address her future brother-in-law. “You know if you weren’t marrying my brother, I'd marry you myself.”

“Oy!” Garrett objected jokingly.


“Okay, I’m going to be open and honest to get things started. I really wasn’t expecting to be booked this year for Blaze of Glory XII, and if I am going to be perfectly honest? I was fine with that. I think I made things pretty clear over the past few months and in seeing how the card was filling up pretty quickly with every available name save for my own, I realized my chances at getting a spot for Flagstaff were growing fewer and further between. But see, that’s where the Fates intervened in the form of my kitty Kat and the actions of one daft bitch.”

“I, like so many others, was watching everything happening in Phoenix and I couldn’t believe that Bea Barnhart was so shallow as to assault someone over something so simple as bumping into her. Oh I’m pretty certain that given her past, she already had a yarn spun by the time she got back to her dear, protective hubby to make herself the victim and Kat the aggressor. I mean, she’s done it often enough in the past and Bill has proven he’s as blind as a bat when it comes to her faults. I just couldn’t believe it though that Bea refused to face Kitty Kat one on one. She just had to insist on her husband being by her side to avoid direct conflict. And why? Probably because she knew that Kat would tear her apart so badly until there wasn’t enough to make Iris the Bulldog a decent lunch. In a tag situation, maybe she was confident enough due to the fact the Barnharts held the Mixed Tag titles in the past, or that Bill would be her saving grace if Bea herself got in over her head. I can say for certain that Bea made this demand because she figured that with Mac Bane active elsewhere and Peter Vaughn busy, Kat would be forced to go without a partner and Bea wouldn’t have to be bothered at all.”

“Cue me, entrance - stage right!”

“You see, Bea's grand failure in this instance was a lack of imagination. Kitty Kat and I’ve made it no secret that we get along, we hang out sometimes. In other words, she wasn’t as alone as the Barnharts would have believed. The moment that I heard Kat put out the call that she was in need of a tag team partner, I decided to kill two Bulldogs with one stone! Not only do I get a spot on the big show, but Kitty Kat gets someone she can trust to stand by her side while she punts Bea up the backside so hard that she’ll be able to smell boot polish from the inside out!”

“But the funniest thing out of all of this is the fact that I fully believe that out of everyone present that Bea has overestimated, her husband is the one she took for granted the most of all. See, Bill Barnhart is what you might call ‘old school’. He’s the hardcore, grizzled veteran of the locker room. Believes in pounding away at an opponent when inside of the ring but he goes out of his way, win or lose, to give that opponent mad props after everything is said and done. I should know. I’ve been in the ring with the man once or twice. I’m half the man’s size with not even a third of his experience and yet he never treated me with anything but respect. The times we met in the ring, he beat my ass from pillar to post and on the flip side, took me aside backstage to offer me advice in order to better myself.”

“That’s what ring veterans do. They help pave the way for the next generation and Bill Barnhart is one of the precious few vets who isn’t selfishly clinging to their spot and refusing to help the younger generation. That’s ‘Bulldog” Bill Barnhart. So that being said, and having stressed the level of respect and admiration I have for the man, what I have to ask Bill Barnhart this week is this…”

“Don’t you ever get tired of answering for your wife’s actions, Bill?”

“Look at her track record. Take the situation with Vinnie and Fenris when Bea helped blind Fenris and took him out of action for months. MONTHS! That was a man that you, Bill, admitted respect for time and again and your wife pulled a stunt like that! And what happened after? She denied doing it. Despite the fact the world saw it happen! Despite the fact the evidence was right there for all to see – she blatantly lied about what happened! Claimed innocence! Refused to admit fault in any way, shape or form! Then to add a bit of saving grace, she told everyone how the cologne sprayed in Fenris’s eyes had been diluted. Diluted poison is still poison, and it could have cost him his sight and she - LIED!”

“And she does this all the time, Bill! She’ll do something to some random person and then lie to the world! I don’t know if she does it as an insult or she honestly believes her own stories, but it is a repeat process and you enable her! No matter what she does, you either believe her or just say you do as a means of support. And if that’s the case, I get it. I get that spouses are supposed to support one another and show a united front but Billy? There comes a time when enough is enough, especially when her lies draw you into the line of fire like they’ve done this time around!”

“Because this time she didn’t just back herself into a corner when Kat called her out on her attempts to refrain from competing one on one. This is a mixed tag after all, and because of SCW rules, she might as well have just gone with the singles match against my Kitty Kat because I’m half tempted to just not tag in and let Kat have her fun. And on the off chance she has to tag out or - in the more likely case, Bea tags out to save her own ass, that’s when you get drawn into the fray and aren’t you just getting tired of that? Aren’t you tired of cleaning up your wife’s messes?”

“Because if the time comes that you and I do have to lock up again, you’re probably going to wish you had told Bea from the very start these five wise little words;”

“Clean. Up. Your. Own. Messes!”
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Supercard Archives / Re: FINN WHELAN (c) v GOTH -WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE
« Last post by Goth on April 06, 2024, 04:41:37 PM »




Final Opportunity part one

The streets of Utrecht, Goth’s home town where he grew up as a young kid. Playing football on the school grounds with his friends all the way to dealing whatever people wanted as a teenager. Memories that give him a mixture of joy and sadness as he stands in front of the area that once was his school ground, but now has turned into a ground in front of a rather large apartment complex. He scowls at the ugliness of it all, but most importantly that it has taken any significant point of reminder of where he used to play.

He had fond memories of Miss Jansen, his first teacher that had seen any promise in him. Whereas others had taken his learning disability as a sign of him being a troublesome student. Nowadays they would send you towards a specialized school, where they give the kids more one on one teaching. Something that would have benefitted him if he was a youngster nowadays, but the wondering thoughts whether his willpower to survive would have stuck with him during this era of time.

He scratches the back of his neck, feeling his hair that he has tied up in a tail tickle the back of his hand. He lets out a sigh as he gives the area of what used to be his old school ground a final look before turning around and walks off. We hear the tapping of his shoes on the tiles underneath him. His long coat sways in the wind while having his hands inside the pockets of his pants, thinking about his best friend Jimmy that lived nearby.

He stops as he looks across the street, realizing that the houses on the other side of the street still look the same. Something that brings a smile upon his face as he remains standing there while continuing to stare.

“Hello sir…,”

Says a child that suddenly stands beside him, causing Goth to snap out of his thoughts when he looks down at the youngster. He assumes that the young boy is not older than a year or seven, making him wonder whether the parents still teach their children not to talk to strangers.

“Hello…, uhm… Your name is??”

Goth raises an eyebrow, amused to the look of purity on the young boys face. Making him remember how innocent his very own son sometimes looks. He slowly kneels in front of the young child, granting him a more of an eye to eye moment as he studies the youngster who is holding a yoyo in his hand. He smiles, remembering how much he had enjoyed playing with these things when he was at the boys age, but his looked so much better than the ones he once had.

“My name is Jimmy Sir…,”

Says the boy in his native language, causing Goth to smile. He still talks Dutch to this very day, but after 20 plus years living in the States has caused him to have an American accent. Even to the point where he has forgotten some Dutch words that caused some hilarious moments between him and Melissa.

“Jimmy huh?? I once had a friend named Jimmy.”

Goth says with a warm smile upon his face, no need to turn into his Goth persona, knowing that this youngster may not even know him. Something that at times could have been a burden to him when travelling around the world that know him primarily as Goth instead of Gerrit van der Krift. Neither identity that assumingly is known to this young kid.

He studies the young kid, noticing the outfit that he is wearing is similar to what he remembered the youth wore when he was at his age many years ago. Causing him to wonder whether poverty has struck certain areas of his beloved Utrecht. A thought that caused a pain to tense up in his chest as he attempts to withhold himself from shedding a tear.

It took him a few moments before turning his attention back to the young child, who looks at him with a puzzled look on his face as he asks Goth if he is alright.  Causing him to nod his head as he responds with a smile.

“I used to live here many years ago, but some parts has changed a lot throughout the years.”

The boy politely smiles, making Goth realizing that the neighbourhood has not changed much during his young life.

“I have to go, I promised my friend Gerrit that we would play  around.”

Goth smiles as he watches the kid run off, noticing that he is heading towards the same direction that he was heading to. His parents old house was just around the corner, wondering how much it may have changed throughout the years since his parents had moved to a different neighbourhood. But he discards the thought as he feels the wind blow into his face, causing him to close his long coat to protect him from the nasty feeling he is experiencing. Typical weather for early April in the Netherlands, how he had hated wind and rain throughout his youth.

The thought vanishes when he turns the corner, seeing the young boy standing in front of a fence where another boy is standing at on the other side. He watches them for a moment, smiling as it brings back memories from when he was younger. Remembering how different things were when he lived under a protective environment, causing him to grind his teeth at the memory of how he got involved with the wrong type of people.

He turns around, walks away from the laughing boys as his head lowers when thinking back at one of the darkest period in his life. Being caught dealing drugs when he had to prove his worth to the gang that tried to recruit him, being send out of his own home when he was mentally out of control. The memory of his mother crying at the court room when he was sentenced to jail sends chills down his spine, regretting all of the decisions he had made back then as he was so easily influenced by the wrong people.

“How stupid could I have been?”

He hissed through his teeth, not noticing the weird looks from people who were passing him as he walks towards the limo that brought him to this spot. The limo driver stands there waiting for him, already holding the door open for Goth so he can enter the limo as the driver closes the door behind him. Goth puts his hands in front of his face, trying to forget all the painful memories as he inhales deeply.

“Are you alrgith sir??”

Asks the limo driver, Goth groans as he gestures with his hand towards the limo driver to start driving. He mumbles towards the driver to bring him to his hotel after a minute or two, not wanting to discus his emotions as he grabs his phone and sends a message towards his psychiatrist, telling her that there is so much more that he wants to share with her.

He drops the phone beside him, noticing the phone starting to buzz beside him merely a second after. Leaning his head against the head stand of his seat, not wanting to respond to the phone call as tears are starting to flow down his cheeks as he starts to curs at himself through his hands. It takes him several moments before he regains some of his composure as he grabs a handkerchief and wipes the tears from his face, just moments before the limo stops in front of the hotel that he is staying.

“We are there sir, is there anything else I…”

But Goth has already stepped out of the limo, not even listening to the limo driver who cannot finish his sentence. Goth nods his head towards the hotel employee that stands outside while smoking a cigarette. Goth and Melissa have visited this hotel many times before as he enters the lobby and asks for the room key before walking towards the elevator. Still in thoughts as his thoughts travel back towards his first gang fight, remembering how he realized that he had to fight to survive every single day. Remembering how fast the promises of a wealthy life vanished right in front of his eyes, making him realize at a very young age that he had to toughen up real fast.

The door opens as he steps into the hallway, nodding his head to the cleaning lady that approaches him with her cleaning cart. He turns towards the corner and stops at the door as he slides the key into the slot as the door opens. He enters he hotel room, the same room they had stayed in the last few times he remembers. He places his coat across across the chair closest to the dining table as he walks over to the sofa. He drops down and leans back and lets out a long sigh.

“You alright sweetie??”

Asks Melissa as she walks into the hotel room, wrapping her arms across his chest as she kisses his cheek. He closes his eyes and enjoys the attention that his wife is giving him. He feels his body slowly start to become numb as he lets her hands caress his body as he softly whimpers.

“I had some bad memories from my gang time, how much I hurt my mother.”

He turns his face away from Melissa as he feels her arms wrap across his chest, she leans her head against his and gives him soft kisses against his cheek before she finally lets go and walks up to sit beside him. She grabs his hands as she patiently awaits for him to continue.

“I feel ashamed from all that has happened Melissa, ashamed for what I have put my parents through. And yet, I wonder whether I would have been at this point in my career if I had not endured all of his anguish. The fact that I toughened up in the streets as that has helped me during my in ring career. And…”

He stops before turning his attention towards her as he grabs her by the hand and gently squeezes it.

“I wouldn’t have met you…”

Melissa gives him a kind smile while rubbing the back of his hand with hers, gently letting her fingers roam across the skin of the twenty year plus veteran as he leans his head against her shoulder as the two share a moment of silence together.

“I once had been taught by an old teacher of mine that everything happens for a reason.”

Says Melissa suddenly, this causes Goth to look up at her with a serious look on his face. He grabs her hand and opens it in his as he caresses the palm of her hand.

“And I know that in a few weeks in one way or another you will alter the history of Sin City Wrestling.”

He looks into her eyes, noticing the love in her eyes as this brings a smile upon his face as he has forgotten the painful memories in an instant. He wraps his powerful arm around her head and lets her lean into him as he continues to caress her hand.

“I am going to enter that match without any doubt, any regret and accept whatever happens. I know I can beat Finn Whelan and so does he, it makes me want to prove to the world that I am going to do whatever it takes to walk away as the new Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight champion.”

He is silent for a moment, searching for the right words to say before he continues.

“I have been in Sin City Wrestling for over ten years now, I have held the most titles of all the male superstars of this company. I have held every single title that I could have held since my return except for this one.”

Another moment of silence before he turns his attention towards his wife.

“I am going to sweat and bleed, but I am not going to give up. Finn Whelan has to put a gun to my head if he wants to end my quest for that championship belt. I am going to enter this match knowing it could be my very last try, if I do not succeed so be it…. At least I know then that if that happens, that I will walk away with my head up high. Knowing that I will be back, at the side of the Lady Goth…”

The two smile as she grabs his hand and kisses his fingers.

“But that will have to wait for a little bit longer, because I want to see you bring home that championship belt babe.”

The two smile as he kisses her on the lips as the shot slowly fades.

The Final Stand. Rp 1

The shot opens up at one of the stairs that leads to the top of the Dom Tower, the highest tower in the entire city of Utrecht. We see a man walk up the stairs as he is wearing an Armani Suit along with matching black shoes, the shot pans out as we notice it to be Goth. He turns around as he heads over towards the plateau that tourists use to overlook the entire city before climbing all the way to the very top of the tower. Goth walks over towards the edge of the plateau, placing his hands upon the ledge as he leans forward and admires his very own city.

“Isn’t this an amazing sight??”

He says without taking a moment from gazing down upon the many houses and surroundings of the ancient city of Utrecht. Taking in the scenery before he nods his head and turns around. He gazes past the camera crew whom close in towards him as his hands nervously tap across the ledge of the plateau.

“You may ask yourself why in the hell did you go back towards your home town of Utrecht of my home country of the Netherlands? And it’s quite simple, I am taking this journey to come to peace with everything that I have done.”

He turns his face to the right, gazing at the birds that are flying around while brushing some hair from his face that got blown in front of his face.

“Now obviously I am trying to find peace with the most painful memories that I have endured in my life, to come face to face with my mistakes and give it a spot. A spot in my life as it really starts to become a burden. And when I get to that moment when I can sit down with my son, talk about the important things in life without having any regret of what I have done.”

He cocks his head towards the camera and snorts

“I bet that isn’t something that you can relate to is it Finn?? And before you are going to start proclaiming that I am wrong, before you start to spit out every possible memory where you peed your pants from shame… know this that I have gone through everything that I have tried to forget, everything that I am ashamed for and made me realize that I do not deserve to be called a man’s man.”

He takes a deep breath, shakes his head and raises his hand in an apologetic fashion before spreading his arms.

“Look around!! Don’t you feel small when you look around the surroundings of this large city?? A city that has a larger historical importance than many dare to remember. Making me realize that no matter how large my career has been between the wrestling ropes, it is merely a dot in space in comparison to the entire history of pro wrestling today. And yet Finn, that dot is far from being burned out like a candle that has been burning all day long.”

“Perhaps a better comparison is the sun, I’ve always been fascinated with the ongoing stories of how things go in space. How stars like the sun keep entire planets circle around it due to the gravity that prevents them from being sent into space. And I have learned stories of bright shining stars, travelling a distance that blows our mind while the essence of that light has already died off from the core.”

“And I bet you are wondering, why am I telling this?? It’s quite simple Finn, I want to let you know that the light that I am shining hasn’t died off… Even when I did lose to you for that championship belt that you are carrying around your waist.”

He turns his face, letting those words sink in as he smirks before lowering his face towards the uneven stone floor underneath his feet.

“And yet I am willing to put it all on the line, not because I feel like I am close to the end of my career. But it is a realization that made me wake up every single night since you beat me, realizing that I have been granted a final chance to bring home that championship belt, something I am sure that you will tell me whether I actually deserve it. And if that’s the case and you start to believe your own words. Then tell me Finn, who actually deserves a shot at that belt of yours??”

“Then tell me, who in the fucking hell deserves it more than me? Tell me who in this company has done more than me?”

“I will tell you exactly who has done more than me, absolutely nobody in this company deserves it more than me. The man that just upped the stakes even more against my favour and you know why?? Because I love it, because I am confident that I will take home that championship belt.”

He chuckles a little as he inhales for a moment before letting out a sigh.

“I know I have told you the same thing the last time, so go ahead and call me a hypocrite. Call me whatever you want, hell why don’t you throw in the whole bullshit that it is a mistake for me to put my career on the line. Because at this point there is nothing more important for me than that championship belt that you are carrying, the believe that if I cannot wear that by beating you then why in the hell should I be here in the first place?? For another title reign as Internet or Roulette champion?? And I am not saying this to disrespect my brother Vaughn or the current Internet champion, but we both can agree that I am bigger than anything else BUT that damn championship belt of yours”

“I have clawed out of the gutter that was my addiction, I have sworn that I would never divert from the direction to the promised land that I was guaranteed to enter when I had fulfilled my own destiny. My own prophecy Finn, but like everyone else in life that wants to achieve something that I have understood that I had to sink lower than anyone else imaginable!! And that was watching you walk away with that championship belt Finn… Did it ever occur to you that it wasn’t a blessing that you was handed by the official that was hand picked to officiate our match?? Oh no!! it was a curse, it was a lie that you had to wake up from and realize that it that title reign is simply on borrowed time!!”

“So why Goth? Why do you have to give up your entire career?? Because this is Easter to me!! This is me getting up from the dead after three days and overcome the doubt that YOU and everyone else has about me!! Three days, the number three is so important for our final match isn’t it?? The third match between the two of us for a championship belt. The number three of the seconds that either of us has to be on our backs, time that will look like an eternity. But it will be over even faster than you can ask yourself what has happened?”

He scratches his nails deep into the stone edge of what he is leaning against, causing his fingers to turn as pale as imaginable while his gaze is deadlocked upon the camera.

“I applaud you for having become a champion, THE champion of this company. Something that I have done just as much as the numbers won’t lie, but the same thing that tells me about these numbers is that neither of us were able to hold on to that title for long Finn. The one thing that I need to find redemption for as I cannot look back and tell myself that I do not deserve the accolades that I have received, that I do not deserve the respect of those who have watched me and got inspired to be a wrestler because of me!! Hell, I know you won’t admit it. But I know deep down you admire me, even though it will be like a blister that has covered your mouth to utter those words because it will kill you!!”

He closes his eyes and shakes his head in anger.

“I have watched the tape of our first match Finn, when I made you pass out in the middle of the ring when I defended that Internet title. I know for a fact that it had haunted your dreams, it feuled you to win that fight against me and obtain that championship hasn’t it?? But that’s the problem Finn, it is nothing more than a mere fight. Nothing more than a struggle to yourself that you can hang, that you have enough ability to endure everything that I have dished out to you. To believe that you can carry a Damn company across your frail shoulders!! All because you won a fight, so tell me Finn… How many fights have you won?? And more importantly,k how many wars have you won??”

The intensity increases upon the face of Goth as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“And with wars I truly mean having your back against the wall, sensing that there is no way out but go head on against YOUR BIGGEST FEAR??!!! And no Finn, the name Goth isn’t the biggest threat for your world title, the name Goth isn’t the biggest fear that you have to overcome. And why would it be?? In your mind you already crossed my  name of your bucket list of competitors that you wanted to beat one on one. But that’s the problem Finn, you aren’t facing Goth!! You aren’t going up against the man they call Goth in a third and final fight!! You are going up against HE who has overcome death and will soon enough spread the Holy Spirit over those who dare to listen!!”

“So tell me Finn, are you listening my friend??”

Strays of hair falls in front of his face as he lowers it for a few moments, he gently pushes his hair back again as he lifts upwards as he visibly breaths out the air inside of his body while trying to contain his anger.

“That’s the problem with people like you Finn, you claim to hear me… But you as sure as hell aren’t listening. You are riding on a title wave and enjoy the life, while deep down inside there is absolutely nothing… And I mean NOTHING that can alter your life like I can. Because I am willing to grant you as long  it may take to understand. But understand this Finn, when that first bell has rang and we are standing across each other inside that six sided ring, where I will stand only a few inches away from you as you feel my breath touch your skin. Because that moment will be the decisive moment where I know whether I can be humble towards you as I have realized that my words have effected your soul in one way or another, or the mere fact that I look at you as my own Judas, who sold me out for wealth and riches that ultimately ended up to be his downfall. Or perhaps my very own Peter? Who at our final supper allowed himself to be revealed as the man that would proclaim not to know me three consecutive times!! Only to realize his flaws in his own life when that rooster crowed out loud. A moment that was the darkest moment in his life, only to be the awakening moment for him to understand that he had to change his life and did.”

He smirks.

“Again the number three Finn, again a decisive number that will alter the future of this company and the realization of all these fans that worship you like a false prophet. And no, trust me. I am not jealous of a copycat, hell I will even grant you some encouraging words to tell you that if that’s what you believe in then go ahead and continue upon your path of failure. Because ultimately I will rise my seemingly dead carcass every time that you THINK you have me down. Every single time I will look you in your eyes with a pleading gaze, asking you. No even better, I will beg if this is truly what you want to do!! I will ask and beg you if this is the direction that you wish to have your life and your future to be determined in failure!! Because you are heading towards the same downfall as Alexander Raven, Austin James Mercer… The believe that you are entitled to wear that championship belt!! And I can tell you exactly why you believe it, because you already won it… You proclaim to think that since you won the finals that you have won the war, but you are wrong. You just entered the battlefield of no return, you think you have walked through the valley of the shadows of death and will not fear no evil for You are with me…..”

He cocks his head sideways with an angered look on his face.

“Evil Finn?? Is that what you have overcome? Is your believe in yourself so high that you already put yourself on the highest pedastole of the food chain that is wrestling? Oh no, you won’t even come close until that moment that you have accomplished exactly that what was destined to be ME and J2H… to determine who the very best is. But that’s beyond me now Finn, because you will get the full treatment of what it will be to know what it is like to wrestle the man that has overcome Death.. you will wage war with the man that has never been with you in order for you to fear evil…”

“And if you think that this was all that I have to share, then be warned Finn. I have not even started yet, this is just the beginning of the end of your struggles to win another fight. Because I intend to put my career in YOUR hands and watch you struggle to even come to the conclusion that NOTHING that you can do to permanently stop me. Because nobody can alter what I have in store to take this company to the promised land… Especially not someone that believes he can overcome by winning a fight…. “

With that Goth walks off as the shot fades at the final shot of the Dom Tower of Utrecht, Netherlands.


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Supercard Archives / Re: JUSTIN SMITH v ENTITY - HARDCORE RULES
« Last post by JustinSmith on April 06, 2024, 01:38:38 PM »
 The scene opens up with Justin Smith taking a walk in Flagstaff Arizona.  He stops to talk about being in the match against The Entity at Blaze of Glory XII.

Justin-I enjoy kicking people’s ass, and even tho I haven’t been winning matches in SCW, I give my all and leave it all in the ring.  The fact that I am in a match with The Entity at Blaze of Glory XII.  I know I have an interesting match this week to say the least as it is a hardcore match.

Justin laughs before calling his trainer in Casey Williams about Justin’s upcoming match.

Justin-Hey Casey, do you have a few minutes so I can train with you before my match next on Sunday against The Entity in a hardcore match?

Casey-Well, of course you can. I know how much I love hardcore matches. I will show you the ropes my friend. I’ll get a hold of Hitamashii, Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell to have a proper session.

Justin-Thanks for the vote of confidence.

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

The following day, Justin is seen at his hotel room, getting ready to go to lunch, but turns to the camera to address his opponent, The Entity.

Justin-The Entity, I look forward to doing battle with you.  I am going to enjoy inflicting pain on you, and using as many weapons as possible.  Expect me to give my all and I will not go down without a fight.  Know this, I am coming for you and am looking to making sure you go home broken, beaten and scarred as it will be your worst day ever. I will be your downfall and there is nothing you can say or do to stop me.  You may think of me as trash, but I will show you what this piece of trash is capable of, and when I am done with you, you will have a very different opinion of me!

The scene fades to black with Justin cackling as he leaves the hotel room.
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Supercard Archives / Re: BARNHARTS v KAT JONES and HBCARTER
« Last post by Kat Jones on April 06, 2024, 11:57:20 AM »

The return of Kat Jones was a success.. She taught Miss Manners a lesson she will not soon forget.. Do not ever underestimate the bitch that is Kat Jones.. It is not a smart thing to do as she found out the hard way.. Now Miss Manners is an okay wrestler but the woman she went into the ring with is nothing like the Kat Jones that she was when she first came to SCW.. Nah.. That woman was mild and subdued.. That woman no longer exists.. There was a time when Kat did more than fight women.. She fought men.. Men that have made their way to SCW over the years… She was a world heavyweight champion defeating those men.. Holding that title for 9 months straight defending it against men twice her weight and a foot taller more often than not... She had 18 successful title defenses.. That champion did not run or hide from anyone.. That champion faced men that for sure would make it to HOF’s across several promotions in the years to come.. And that champion is back in SCW with a hunger for a fight.. Nobody in SCW has seen that woman before.. Not even the legends and superstars returning for the Blast from the past tournament know that Kat Jones.. They have heard of her.. Have heard about how dangerous she was to step into the ring with and how ruthless she was against men and women alike…

There is a reason why they asked Kat to become a savior.. There is a reason why she was asked to stick around even when she was injured to the point where she was unsure if she could ever wrestle again.. For a long time she was sure that she would not be able to.. The surgery needed was one that could go very wrong or very well.. She got lucky for once in her life and it went very well and she is back.. She took time off to get her head right as she was in a very dark place for a while with the losses she had been dealing with and when she got that back to where she was all good to go again is when she contacted SCW and they realized soon that she is different.. But she is back.. What most people fail to see over the years that she has been in SCW is that there is a wicked mind in the head of an even more wicked woman set free once again.. She brought out the more ruthless side of several before but in doing so she became subdued.. She was a business woman and it lured people into a false sense of security that the madness that once radiated from her and made her shine on the biggest stages was gone.. But that was a facade.. The business woman.. The nicer version.. It was an act.. She is not nice.. Unless you are family.. That is when you get the unguarded version of Kat Jones.. The woman.. There are only a rare few Kat would not want to face as they are family and they are not in SCW..

Kat could have just gone to just the federation where her brother is at and she will be performing there as well but she wanted to return to SCW without family there… She has unfinished business in SCW.. Goals she has yet to achieve and that is why she signed up for the tournament as well as asking for a match.. Because Kat just wants one thing now.. She wants to fight.. And that is what she did.. What she has always done in her life and she is determined to wipe out the history she had made before in SCW and when she leaves the business for the last time she will be leaving her own legacy.. Not tainted by holding back due to family.. Not tainted by her own fractured mind holding her back.. She came back to SCW because she is her own true self once again and this woman is not someone that SCW has seen before and it was about damn time that she brought back the woman she truly is.. Every deranged thought that she had squashed for the greater good.. Every insane idea she had not voiced for the greater good… Every challenge she never made because of family loyalty keeping her down in a corner.. Nothing holding her back now and she is the woman that returned to SCW… That is the woman that tried to apologise to Bea for bumping into her… But Bea made the ultimate mistake when she threw coffee in Kat’s face to retaliate..

How wise is it to throw hot coffee in the face of the woman that SCW management uses to punish and maim those they feel like.. How wise is it to try and hurt a woman that won’t be stopped.. Can not be stopped, not by a broken neck.. Not by a fractured mind and sure as hell not by a cup of coffee.. It stung.. But that was it.. It stung.. The trainers backstage got to her right quick and fixed her right up.. Her face was a little tender to the touch for a couple of days.. But that was it… It barely registered in the deranged brain of the resident HellKat.. She has endured far worse than the sting of hot coffee.. She has overcome way worse than an entitled little bitch throwing a cup of coffee in her face.. Naturally our cowardly little prima donna Bea would not face Kat one on one.. No.. She had to make it a tag team match.. Thinking the Saviors are too busy to fight her and her man.. True, they are.. But unlike Bea and her bulldog bitch of a husband, Kat has friends… a lot of them.. It was absolutely no problem to find someone willing to tag with her.. Her princess.. Carter.. He was more than happy to step up and fight alongside her.. And now it is on.. But Bea.. You should have been more careful about what you wished for..

Prescott Arizona

The new house without the jaded memories that weighed on her fractured mind more often than not was literally a breath of fresh air to Kat and while others had to stay at the hotels in Phoenix after the show Kat just got into her truck and drove home.. Sleeping in her own bed instead of hotels is something she will not take for granted that is for sure and with the location of Blaze of Glory she is going to do the exact same thing less than 90 minutes drive from her home to the arena.. Even closer than Phoenix was so she was looking forward to being in her own bed to recover from what will be hell.. Because if there is one thing Kat never does it would be to underestimate what Bea and her husband would be willing to do to win.. It is not Kat’s first time in the ring with Bea and probably not the last time either but you got to give her credit.. At least she was not stupid enough to accept a one on one match with Kat.. She knew better… Kudos to you Bea..

Kat sat in the old school rocking chair outside on the wrap around porch looking up at the star filled sky.. The galaxy showed itself in the most gorgeous display of light and colors amongst the pitch black.. She had a cup of hot tea in her hand and sipped from the cup from time to time as malicious thoughts ran through her mind.. A car stopping at her house made her frown as she set the cup on the table next to her and her hand slipped down to get a grip on the collar of Bane and Cashe.. They don’t get along with everyone, especially Bane.. She was pretty sure who it would be at this time of night but the moment she heard those tell tale footsteps by the biggest man in her life.. She commanded softly..

Kat : Seas sìos Bàn.. Cashe..

The dark chuckle coming from the pathway leading to her house made both dogs wag their tails, their on-guard mode vanishing like snow before the sun.. They knew him and they knew he always had treats in his pocket for them…

Mac : Halo mo phiuthar, tha mi gad fhaicinn air an deagh thrèanadh

Kat rolled her eyes, naturally she has trained them well. It is a pitbull and a cane corso for gods sake..

Kat : Mo bhràthair what a pleasant surprise seeing you here at this time of night.. Couldn’t sleep?

Mac strolled onto the deck and yanked Kat out of her rocking chair and into a tight hug. It had been too long and Kat damn near melted into his arms.. As dangerous and as vicious as he is, Mac was still the best hugger.. For a moment the chaos in her head stopped.. The voices silenced as she listened to the strong heartbeat of her big brother. Mac put his finger underneath her chin lifting her face up to his, their eyes meeting..

Mac : Now Miss Bane.. what are you up to..

Kat : I have a tag match coming up at the next SCW Pay per view and I am waiting on a match being signed to me in WGWF… Itching for a fight again..

Mac hummed and sat down in the rocking chair dragging Kat down with him in his lap holding her tight against him. Overprotective big brother mode is cranked up to level 20.. Even though he knew exactly where Kat was the entire time and was in constant contact with her, it had been a long time since he had held her and apparently was not ready to let her go just yet.. Kat snuggled against him and whispered..

Kat : What is on your mind Mac..

Mac : I want you with me at ringside again at Brawl…

Kat : I am not a manager anymore..

Mac : No.. I want you at ringside as my sister..

Kat : Stronger together kind of thing? Or are you worried that something could happen..

Mac is not exactly a choir boy.. He had done some pretty devious things in WGWF as of late and was hated by many because of it.. Kat has loved every devious action and seeing the vicious nature of her brother unleashed..

Mac : Bit of both.. Peace of mind for the most part.

Kat : Okay then..

She did not ask him for more details she knew he would have his reasons to keep her close by and she trusted him with her life.. Yes there are friends and even family in her circle.. But trust is something she can no longer give freely and there are only a rare few she trusts nowadays..

Mac : And I will be right there with you as well.. This goes both ways..

Kat : Your protective side is showing again Mac..

Mac : Fucking deal with it..

Kat chuckled and nodded her head.. It was not like she was getting a choice in the matter, she knows him all too well..

Kat : Fine by me.. You can not always protect me though Mac..

Mac : Who says it is just me that is looking after you my little HellKat..

He spoke with a finality in his tone and Kat knew she could ask a billion questions and get no answers from him.. He has made it clear time and time again that she is his little sister and in his mind that means she is protected but he knows she will do the same for him..

Mac : Traitor..

Kat jammed her elbow into his ribs and he let out an oomph because of it..

Kat : Not my fault that my favorite tag partner does not work there anymore….

Mac hummed holding her tighter mostly so she can not use that bony and pointy elbow on his ribs again.. He slowly began rocking the chair and continued to hum a soft melancholy tune. It did not take long for it to have it’s effect as Kat slowly drifted into a dreamless sleep safely tucked away into his arms… By the time she woke up she was in bed, still wearing the same clothes minus the shoes.. She was tucked in with both Bane and Cashe sleeping on either side of her.. Mac was nowhere to be seen.. It made her wonder for a moment if he had even been there or if it was some crazy wild dream until she saw a family signet ring on the dresser beside her bed.. That ring was not there before.. She recognised the Bane family crest immediately.. She grabbed the ring off the dresser and put it on.. It was a perfect fit..

Kat : Tha gaol agam ort cuideachd mo bhràthair

She placed a soft kiss on the ring before pressing it to her heart..


Promo

The sun was setting when a camera pointed at Kat showed her true face without any make-up on and it showed that there was no mark to be found on her from the coffee to the face incident.. Other minor and less minor scars visible with her wearing a black tank top.. A ragged bite mark like scar on her shoulder that looked like it had been opened a few times over… A thin line running from her ear down her jaw.. and a few marks around her eyes and eyebrows.. The typical spots for any wrestler that has been in the ring with someone way above her weight class.. She turned her face into several directions and focused her black eyes on the camera and a smirk came over her face..

Kat : Mission failed Bea.. You wanted to mark me like I stained your top and it did not quite work out that way.. You tried and failed.. I won’t fail..

An evil glare in her pitchblack eyes as she looked right into the camera with an equally evil smirk.

Kat : How many times do you need to get your ass kicked before you remember your place Bea.. It has been a long time since we last crossed paths and when we did you did not do so well.. It explains your need to have that big man next to you to drag your ass up to a level above your norm. It won’t be enough because that little pup you control with treats is not going to be helping you inside the ring. I know you have a knack for cheating but even that won’t help you.. You see that would only help when your opponent just wants to win.. And sure a win would be nice but I much rather just kick the ever living hell out of you.. I want to twist your limbs into pretzels and make you scream until your voice breaks.. I want to snap your bones and tear the tendons straight off your bones and cripple you.. You made the biggest mistake of your life by getting my attention.. There is a whole lot of pain I am capable of dishing out and I want you to experience all of it in spades..

Twisting you up and making you scream is just the beginning though… You wanted to physically scar me and that failed.. There is not a mark on me made by you.. I got scars a plenty . You can see them all because beneath the make-up this is me.. Scars and flaws in plane view.. I don’t give a fuck.. Never have.. Never will.. Others will care more for my looks than I do.. But I have been maimed and ravished by life since the day I was born so a cup of coffee was nothing to me.. Did it sting.. Yes.. It did.. Coffee and make-up in your eyes is never a fun feeling… That was worse than the heat.. The trainers got to me right quick and there is not a mark on me from that unneeded coffee shower.. But you will not be able to say the same after Blaze of Glory Bea.. Your man will be forced to watch from his corner while I dismantle you and make damn sure that you will feel what I did for a moment a thousand times worse and for much longer..

Kat played with a bottle of water she held in her hand for a moment.. Her smirk fading into a nasty snarl..

Kat : If you did not realize this before Bea.. I am not some nice girl that you can push around waving your seniority card at.. Nah bitch I am Kat fucking Jones and I am the baby sister of a monster.. But I am just as bad.. Just as wicked.. Just as deranged and just as damn evil as he is and I will not be taken lightly ever again.. I don’t give a fuck about you.. I never have.. I tried to be polite and say sorry when I bumped into you by accident.. But I won’t be sorry for what happens at Blaze of Glory.. I will not say sorry.. I will not apologize or feel any kind of remorse when I am done with you.. And there is not a damn thing your man can do about it.. He may not touch a woman but if he messes with me in this match he will find out why men better than him feared me in the ring and never once doubted my abilities.. I have beaten bigger and better wrestlers than he had ever hoped to become and if he tries to interfere with the pain I am going to dish out on you… He will be on the receiving end of a very pain filled ending..

The very moment I get my hands on you is when your time is up.. I will have you pleading for mercy inside that ring in my grip and I will not give it to you.. I will not stop until I get the satisfaction of knowing that I returned the favor a thousand times worse than what I felt.. I thrive on the screams of pain forced out of the throats of my victims and that is just the beginning.. The telltale pop of a tendon snapping off the bone always makes the screams go up an octave.. Delightful.. The song of excruciating pain has always been my favorite.. And I am going to enjoy the songs come back to the fullest when the screams grow louder when the crackle of bones breaking under the pressure of a painful submission hold fills the ring and makes those with a weak stomach run for the bathroom.. I may not be the one giving you scars but the surgeons needed to fix you.. To put your mangled body into somewhat working order again.. They will leave you with permanent memories of me.. The pain of the recovery will have you cursing my name forever more..

Kat chuckled and the cold sound of her voice gave it an eerie vibe..

Kat : Is it beginning to register for you just how badly you fucked up Bea? I bet it doesn’t.. I am willing to bet that you will be the overconfident arrogant little bitch hiding behind your big ass husband.. And that is the biggest difference between us both Bea.. You hide and cower like a bitch behind your man and I don’t need to.. I never needed any man to hide behind. Hell if this was any other company I probably would get to twist up that big ass man of yours and make him scream bloody murder as well but I will leave that to Carter this time around.. Unless your man is as stupid as he seems to be.. Please step into the ring Billy… Interfere.. Hit me.. Slap me.. Do anything you want.. And find out what happens when you fuck around with me.. I am not scared of you.. I have seen bigger and better opponents across the ring from me and beaten them to.. Is this me being cocky.. No.. This is the truth.. I have beaten bigger and better opponents than you and your little bitch wife put together.. And I am not alone…

Your little plan failed Bea.. You thought the saviors were my only friends here.. You thought wrong.. I had no problem at all finding a tag team partner for this match and he is more than happy to get himself a piece of the Bulldog.. But if you try to interfere I am sure Carter would be more than happy to bitch slap you right back into your corner like the cowardly little bitch that you are.. And if he was to hold himself back that bitch slap would still come your way as I would love nothing more than to lash out and scar that pretty face up.. I already sharpened my nails after all…

Kat smirked and took a sip of water, a twitch in her neck and shoulder visible as she held back the rage coursing through her body..

Kat : Is it beginning to sink in yet Bea.. Is the realisation of how badly you fucked up starting to sink in for you yet.. You started this.. But I will always end it..  You tried to burn me and failed to do so.. But don’t you worry.. At the end of the match someone will be burned.. It is you Bea.. You will burn in my blaze of glory!

With that said the scene fades to black..
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Supercard Archives / “Influencing the Division Part III: What a Let Down.”
« Last post by Krystal Wolfe on April 05, 2024, 08:34:40 PM »
”Ahh Blaze of Glory, if there is a show on the SCW Callender that I have the most contentious relationship with, it’s Blaze of Fucking Glory.

Let me take you on a trip through my SCW history, first year I was left off the card for reasons that have never been made that clear to me, and I’ll remind you that The Troll, an absolute fucking moron who took two years to win his first match, got a match on that show and I didn’t, year two: I had lost the Bombshell Roulette Title to Keira a few weeks prior and the bosses refused to add me to the title match even though Ruby had blatantly screwed me over, and they wonder why I hate that bitch.

Instead I got to face the other Australian woman who graduated from the Go Gym Evie Jordan, someone who was past her prime, over the hill and essentially wrestling her retirement match! The funny thing is? That match was my last one before I got married to Makayla and, well, I don’t think I need to remind you of how that ended! And speaking of the events of last year, last year’s Blaze of Glory!”

Oh boy, where do I start there?

My short lived partnership with The Saviors started that night, as did the events that basically took up the rest of the year! My superkick to Cassie, the attack on Ari, everything that followed in the weeks that followed? Yeah, last year’s Blaze of Glory was special, wasn’t it?

Tell you the truth? I don’t have any plans like that for this year’s show, at least not right now, you know how plans change, right? Let’s take my opponent at this year’s Blaze of Glory for example, Ericka Moore was originally set to take on Kallie Reznik, their match got a match graphic and everything, but plans changed, Kallie’s now taking on Harper and as I mentioned before, Ericka is now my opponent.

On one hand, I’ll take this over sitting backstage twiddling my thumbs whilst less deserving wrestlers stink up the ring, on the other hand? Ericka didn’t exactly impress me when I was watching her match against Ari at the last Climax Control.

I did notice that the little country bumpkin is putting in more of an effort against me than she did against Ari though that’s not saying much but it doesn’t matter, because I’ve got a Blaze of Glory winning streak to maintain!”

Krystal and Makayla’s home, Las Vegas, Nevada
Wednesday the 3rd of April 2024, 13:00pm

The build up to Blaze of Glory was finally here and Krystal had a lot of things on her mind, mostly related to certain things she did at the last Blaze of Glory.

”One Blaze of Glory removed from when I attacked Cassie and Ari.” I commented to myself as I leaned back in the sofa, looking at the two dogs as they lay at my feet, Tali and Garrus were either having a nap (Garrus) just relaxing on the floor (Tali). ”The one Blaze of Glory that altered the course of me and Ari’s careers, for better or worse.”

”I didn’t even realize that a month had passed since the anniversary, that really did change things up didn’t it.” Makayla commented and Krystal glanced up at her girlfriend. ”I mean, Cassie hasn’t been a major part of an SCW show in a while and Carter wants nothing to do with you.”

”Yeah, Cassie has outright said that the only time she’ll ever show up backstage at Climax Control again is if she follows Harp here and Carter never really got over the fact that I targeted Ari for my first attack.” Krystal responded as she shook her head and Makayla nodded. ”All because I want to secure a better future for us and the kids! At least that was what I thought before Sin stopped fucking around! Thank god that thing’s gone for good.”

”I mean that was what Keira said last time but hopefully it sticks.” Makayla pointed out and Krystal nodded in agreement. ”Speaking off, any plans for this year’s event?”

”None that don’t involve kicking Ericka’s ass, and even then, plans can change.” Krystal added as she leaned back in the sofa. ”I mean hell, the match with Ericka came about because the bosses changed their plans! Besides, what I did at the last Blaze of Glory is something I can really only do once, and not just because the Saviors stopped being a thing when Mac left SCW.”

”You’re basically saying that you can only do the whole betrayal of a close ally thing once before everyone expects you to do it again, right?” Makayla asked and Krystal nodded in response. ”Doesn’t mean you can’t shock everyone in some other way.”

”We’ll see how that goes.” Krystal responded with a frown as Makayla left to get lunch on.

(Krystal’s inner thoughts)

”I’ll give the bosses credit Ericka Moore is a step up from my last opponent! But that’s not saying much, a fresh Hero Academy trainee on their first day could wrestle circles around Bea Barnhart!

As for Ericka? She’s had her little undefeated streak cut off before it could make it’s PPV debut, she may be talented but if she can’t hang with Ari, how is she supposed to hang with a competitor on my level?

I’ll answer that for you, she can’t.”

Local gym, Las Vegas, Nevada
Thursday the 4th of April 2024, 11:00am

It was the day after that conversation between Krystal and Makayla and she was out working out with Kelly and Hayley In a local gym.

”98. 99, 100.” Krystal muttered to herself as she did some push ups while Kelly and Hayley used the weight machines, ”You girls doing okay over there?”

“Trying too, our strengths aren’t in, well, strength!” Kelly responded with a grunt as she continued her workout. “And we can’t use the Go Gym’s facilities, why?”

”Don’t know if you guys have noticed but I don’t exactly have the best reputation among the Go Gym Graduates, and yes you may joke about why considering this whole saga started at the last Blaze of Glory.” Krystal responded before she heard a voice clear their throat. ”Don’t worry we’ll be moving on soon.”

”Or you can stay where you are sis.” Krystal looked up and saw Cassie standing there with her arms crossed. ”Didn’t think I’d see you here Krystal.”

”That makes two of us, Kelly? Hayley? I’m leaving you two along for a bit, don’t throw any wild parties.” Krystal told the two trainees wo nodded before Krystal and Cassie went to a different part of the gym. ”What are you doing in Vegas Cass? I thought you mostly stayed in Reno nowadays.”

”Hey I’ve come to Vegas before today! Mostly for stuff like Jessie’s gender reveal party but still.” Cassie countered with a shrug and Krystal shook her head. ”Besides, I came here because I’m planning on attending SCW shows regularly again and not just whenever they stop by Reno.”

”Gee I wonder what brought this on? Couldn’t be the first Blaze of Glory since I attacked you at last year’s event.” Krystal commented sarcastically as she rolled her eyes. And Cassie shook her head. ”Setting aside the fact that this year’s event will be taking place in Flagstaff, Arizona and not Las Vegas.”

”Like anyone from SCW is usually in the city for a show unless it’s an international tour.” Cassie pointed out and Krystal had to admit that she had a point. ”Besides, the actual anniversary of the attack may have passed back in March but the fact that Blaze of Glory is here hasn’t escaped my notice, I guess this is part of the healing process.”

”What? From an attack that happened over a year ago?” Krystal scoffed and Cassie’s frown deepened. ”I thought we had moved past that?!”

”YOU have moved past it, me? You don’t forget being attacked by a family member for calling her out on what was ultimately a short lived alliance that easily.” Cassie countered and Krystal just shook her head. ”For fuck’s sake! I’ve been in therapy since last year’s Blaze of Glory because of that! Besides, we may be good as far as any beef we had but not as far as the aftermath of that crap.”

”Okay, I get it, I fucked up the last time we shared an SCW ring.” Krystal responded as she shook her head and Cassie nodded. ”Not counting the time you beat me in a public workout, which also took place in Arizona.”

”Funny how things tie together huh?” Cassie responded before she started to walk off. ”See you at the show Krystal.” Cassie added before she walked off.

(Kystal’s inner thoughts)

”As if being reminded off the events of the last year’s Blaze of Glory wasn’t enough, now Cassie is back on the scene, who knows? Maybe she’ll be my guest backstage at shows again.

Yeah, I’m not holding my breath on that.

Right now? My one and only priority is the match against Ericka, but I’ll see how things transpire over the next two weeks.”

Nevada Desert
Friday the 5th of April 2024, 21:00pm

*promo time*

History time folks.

”Ericka? I know you’re new here but me and Blaze of Glory have a history,, mostly good as far as in ring action goes but out of ring? Oh boy, I’d be here until next year’s Blaze of Glory!” Krystal commented as she folded her arms. ”What matters is that you’re my third opponent at Blaze of Glory in the four years I’ve been in SCW, I retired a Hall of Famer, sent another wrestler packing from the promotion, among other stuff at last year’s event, you really think you can match that Ericka?”

Don’t answer that.

”I’m making this point because I know I have a reputation for being arrogant, I’ll just point out that have a near three hundred day reign as Bombshell Roulette Champion that no one has even come close to in the two years since that reign ended means that I’ve more than earned that right to be arrogant!” Krystal added as she flipped some hair over her shoulder. ”But you?! You’ve just arrived in the company yet you think you can judge me? You’re nothing bitch!”

Sorry not sorry.

”You choked in your match against Ari which disappointed me because I thought you’d put more effort in and allow me the pleasure of ending your undefeated streak, that didn’t happen.” Krystal shakes her head. ”Where do the bosses find these people? I honestly wonder sometimes! Either way I’m going to deal you your second ever loss.”

It's that simple.

”So Ericka, do you understand what you’re up against? You’re not just dealing with a former champion from Australia but you’re dealing with a former champion with a chip on her shoulder the size of my home country!” Krystal stated as she leaned on the bonnet of her car. ”And come Blaze of Glory you will learn that first hand! I hope you’re ready Ericka!”

And with that Krystal decided to wrap things up.

”Then again, how could you when you’ve had an easy ride thus far in SCW? Taylor Sweet, someone who’s most likely on her way to the unemployment line as we speak, Mercedes Vargas, someone who hasn’t been relevant in a decade yet still clings on to her past glories like an aging actress desperate for work/” Krystal scoffs to herself. ”Me and Ari don’t get along but I’ll give her credit for being one hell of a wrestler and more importantly? She was your first real competition in SCW and she beat you, welcome to the big leagues Ericka, I’ll be glad to serve you your ass on a silver platter at Influencing the Division Part III: What A Letdown because, well, you’ve been a letdown honestly, because “The Nightmare Dressed Like a Day Dream” Krystal Wolfe kicks ass for the content!”

Krystal got in her car and drove off as the scene fades.
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