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Climax Control Archives / thebutterflyeffect 5.0 🎔 secrets
« on: May 03, 2024, 11:46:43 PM »
thebutterflyeffect 5.0 🎔 secrets


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What do you mean you can’t watch him?

The question came out with a squeak at the end of it even though it absolutely wasn’t intended. I sat on the sill of one of our large bay windows, my phone up to my ear and my eyes on my child as he cruised around on the floor, zooming on his hands and knees like it was the easiest thing in the world. Somehow, I just wasn’t prepared for the answer I got.

Tasmin sounded completely apologetic on the other side of the line, and I understood why. “Adam and I are taking Dawn out to see my mum,” she told me, her British accent making everything sound a bit more cheery than she probably meant. “We haven’t been able to get over there recently and she wants to see how big she’s gotten. Adam also hasn’t seen too much of Norwich…

I nodded slowly, pressing my hand to my head. I was booked this week, and so was Aiden. “No, no I totally understand…” I trailed off. I did. Family was important; after all, we had been with Aiden’s family just a couple of months ago. It was hard, you know, when you lived in different countries – heck, different hemispheres even. “I’ll just ask Kay…

A peel of laughter echoed over the phone and I could hear Tasmin shaking her head. “Kayla will not watch a baby, and you know it, no matter how much she likes them for the thirty minutes she’s got them. Besides…she’ll be over there too. Champions are always at the shows. No days off, you know.

Right…

Dax babbled and cackled as he reached out to grab Willow, our illegal wombat, who merely looked at him slightly, snuffed, and then settled down again. I had been afraid the overgrown guinea pig that she was would end up aggressive with him, but really, she’d taken to him like a protective dog.

Why can’t you take him with you?

I’d have to expedite a U.S. Passport.” Stupid government rules. I’d gotten him a passport application and did all the steps when the tournament got announced, but I still didn’t have it and I couldn’t travel with him. “I’m sure I’ll have it next time, but I just…ugh.

I turned my head and looked out the window to the park below. Finn had a beautiful entire floor, and we rented out the secondary apartment from him. There was a door that joined the two apartments together, but for the most part, we stayed out of Finn’s and he stayed away from ours. He was a good landlord, if a bit uncouth and a bit…well…

…out a lot lately.

I was by myself anyway, and I didn’t really like it. Aiden was off with Dickie somewhere now that he’d gotten his head out of his ass, and Finn was still in England. My husband regularly texted me with

Spring was coming in, though, and the beautiful greenery that showered Central Park in the summer was blooming and blossoming. Leaves were almost present on all of the trees…not that anyone really noticed, what with the hustle and bustle of New York City being what it was. Sometimes, being here made me long for the mountains of my home state. Even though people were busy in the downtown sector of Denver, it wasn’t quite what it was here.

Something blinding flashed in my eyes as I spoke to Tasmin, and I winced briefly before looking for the source. And that’s when I saw…. My skin paled. My temperature plummeted. I didn’t even hear Tasmin as she asked if I was okay. I just fumbled with my phone, and I started texting Aiden quickly. But when I looked up again to get a better look, there was no one there.

I was rattled. And I just wanted my husband now.

Aiden was at Wolfslair when I got there. I walked into the building, scanned my keycard, and caught Sonja at the front desk. The voluptuous blonde looked up from her papers again and then grinned widely when she saw Dax on my shoulder. “How’s my little boo-baby snugglekins!?” She squealed, reaching out for him immediately.

At least it was positive that pretty much everyone loved my child. “Do you mind?” I asked, hiking my bag up on my shoulder and smiling.

Absolutely not! Daxie and I will go ahead and work on our contracts that are due in the summer,” she bounced him, taking his diaper bag too and walking off into her office. I smiled, and then inhaled, before heading into the main gym area.

Oi, nah, nah, yeah,” Aiden was saying to, of all people, a person I was surprised to see here in this part of the country. “I mean, you could do that, but it might be better to–

The man leaning on the turnbuckle of the ring across from Aiden sneered a bit and shook his head, his blonde bun shaking as he pursed his lips. “Nah, I know how to do this – I don’t need guidance from someone like you

Zachary,” our fearless, mostly-retired leader snapped from the apron on the other side, both hands planted on the canvas and an eyebrow raised. “Part of this business is being able to work with people you don’t necessarily like.” Alex told him, inclining his head. “I didn’t bring you up here from Orlando because you weren’t flourishing. You’re doing a good job, but you have to get over this hump.

Yeah, Alex is right, mate.” Aiden chimed in, pressing a hand to a rope. “I know you don’t like me, and hey, I don’t blame ya, but we’re kinda sorta related now because of ya sister…ya know, me wife.

Zachary didn’t like this, and I knew he didn’t. I saw the flash in his eyes as he snapped, dashing at Aiden from a dead stop. Aiden’s eyes widened, and I could see that he’d easily put it together that it wasn’t about to be an attempted wrestling move. He did his best to evade him and slid out of the ring, landing with a thump in front of me.

Oh, hey darlin’.” He leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

Zach!” Alex snapped again, and we both looked up to see him leering over us from the ring. I placed my hands on my hips and stared up at him.

Are you still upset about this? My life, my choice!

He’s a fuckin’ dipshit!” Zach yelled.

You see, Zachary was my brother. My twin brother, and the younger one by eight minutes. I don’t know what it was between the two of us, but I was the one that was calm and collected most of the time, while he was out there causing issues on every day that ended with a “Y”. For almost every year in school, he was nearly suspended for getting into fights and mouthing off to everyone who could hear him in a ten mile radius. Teachers asked us why we were so different and I always said that it was better that we were, because at least it was eventful.

He also hated Aiden.

Which is why my wedding was held at a courthouse and not the church house like my mother wanted it to be. And it was held without most of my family members, because Zach wouldn’t have let it happen and my mother was too busy to deal with my shenanigans. My dad came though, and he gave us his blessing.

My life, my choice.

You’re not lookin’ much better here,” I countered, sliding my hand into Aiden’s. “We have this argument everytime that we’re all in the same room. Aiden and I have been married for almost two years. Like, get over it!

Like, get over it. Yeah, my voice sounded exactly as you could expect. Valley Girl 101, which is what happened when I got nervous, angry, upset, sad…really any emotion other than my standard chipper self. I stalked off, and so did he. For the rest of the time we were both in the same vicinity, we didn’t even bother looking at each other. Sibling rivalry, I guess.

Aiden helped me with my weights, carrying some of the larger ones and chose to be my spotter after I’d gotten changed and warmed up. As he stood over me, and I laid back on the weight bench, he frowned. “I got your texts,” he said quietly. He knew me well enough to know I was upset by something that wasn’t my brother. “What happened?”

I frowned, folding my hands over my stomach and looking up at the ceiling past him. He cared, and I knew that, but at the same time, I still wasn’t very forthcoming with any of the information in my life. I didn’t want to be. It was old, it was over, it was done with, and I’d moved on. I thought, anyway. “Just saw something that creeped me out at the house. Just…well, I kinda needed you.”

Of course, love.” He nodded, leaning on the bar. “You know you can tell me anything, right? I may be a dipshit, but I’m always here for ya.

I know…

I know ya know, I’m just remindin’.” He winked. “I had me an idea, and I sent a text off to Finn…but you might think I’ve gone bloody bonkers, aye.” His eyes floated back up to Zachary.

Aiden? An idea? If it wasn’t half-baked, I would be surprised. This was, of course, the man who came up with Cunt-Hulu because his opponent was a fuckin’ caricature of a man who worshipped Cthulu.

We both have matches at Climax Control in England this week.

Mhm…

Your dickhead brother does not.” I paused and looked directly at his eyes as he said this. “Maybe he could get used to the idea of us by actually being an Uncle this weekend.

Zachary? Kids? Part of me was terrified by the idea. He wasn’t the most responsible, but…it would solve a lot of the issues. Maybe…. I sat up and looked at my brother, who was practicing kicks and punches with a dummy stand. The thought of asking him also made me nervous, because I had no idea how to even do it without envisioning thirty ways he could get angry.

But I didn’t have to. Finn poked himself out of his office, took the steps down to the main floor, walked all the way over to Zachary and stood in front of him. He held out a hand and dangled a key in front of his face. “Finn’s Wayward Home for Wrestlers,” he started, “you can earn your keep by babysitting Dax for Kallie and Aiden.

Zachary’s face turned red. “I don’t fuckin’ watch kids.

Finn smirked and grinned slightly. “I’m doing this as a favor to your sister – more so her husband. Unless you’d rather sleep on the streets of New York City.” He titled his head and jutted his chin towards me. I blushed as Zach looked at me. “Your choice. All the food you want, warmth, a little suite for yourself, all for the charming price of watching your nephew. You in? Or are you a bitch?

Oh god, I was going to die one of these days.



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So I know, like, things didn’t really go for me at the pay-per-view.

Kallie Reznik stands with her hands behind her back, teetering on her feet as she stares ahead of her, hoping that her hazel eyes are boring into the viewers. She wears a pink shirt with her likeness on it, the words “The Wolfcub” and her name across the bottom with sparkles and wolf faces all over the design of the tee. She smiles, but that’s because she’s still working on how to present herself.

She knows confidence is key, but it was more of a comfort to pull her hands behind her.

I mean, Harper Mason won and then gave me my first loss here, and I know the like…typical thing for me to do is to get upset and then post a whole buncha tweets that are venomous and scathing and rude. But I’m not like that…I honestly don’t know how to do that, and I don’t really want to. I’ll own my loss like a big girl, and continue on.

I mean, does it really set me at a disadvantage going into this whole thing? A little. I wish I could have gotten a win, but Harper was better that night and I have to deal with the consequences. But it’s not a huge deal, and it’s not like my life has suddenly gone, like, awful just because of one match. And it doesn’t mean either that I’m set up to do badly for Blast From the Past. In fact, all it did was renew my vigor and my desire to do well.

So like, the tournament itself is kinda wacky. A whole bunch of people sign up and then get stuck together as mixed tag team partners, but the result is that the winning team gets to go for the choice of their own individual championship contest. At the end of the day, the only thing that this means is that I could potentially get up to the top of the pops and face either my super angry bestie Kayla Richards, or…Juliana DiMaria. I know that match is comin’ up and while I would love to face off against either of them, I have to make sure I can get there first.

But to do that…I guess me and my partner have to face off against some people that are known-ish to the company. Except…except…

Um.

Hold on.

Kallie disappears for a moment, and you can hear over the microphone her asking the following: “Finn, what’s a Konrad?” Murmuring his heard, and then the crackling of paper, and Kallie reappears a moment later, brushing her hair behind her ear and returning her happy expression. She looks down at the paper.

Yeah, me and my partner have to face off against Konrad Raab and Bea Barnhart. I mean, I’m sure it’ll be a positive match, you know? It doesn’t seem like anyone is too aggressive…I mean, except for Bea, who like, Aiden would say has sand shoved up her hoohaa. I giggled when he says stuff like that. He’s a bit more vulgar…ehheh. But I mean, it’s all the same. You see, even with sand shoved anywhere it shouldn’t be, it doesn’t change the fact that I’ma be comin’ and doing my best for everyone watchin’ the show. And after all, my partner, Artie, he–

She glances at the paper one more time, and her smile disappears for a second.

...um, Artie…

She looks up at the screen.

...it’s his first time ever wrestling. Because…because some paperwork got fudged and…

She swallows slightly, and then lowers the papers.

“...okay, I can…I can work with this. See, Artie, I know, is married to Bobbie Dahl, who is currently the Women’s Roulette Champion, which is like…really good, right? So maybe it’s possible that he’s getting training to do the best he can in a super short time, and we’re gonna have a great match. I mean, it can’t be anything like Konrad has been wrestling forever…

There’s a cleared throat from off camera, and then Kallie looks in the direction, then down at the paper.

“...oh, he has been wrestling for a long time. At least eight years, by the calculations that Finn helped me find…but that’s okay, it’s not like Bea has been wrestling forever, right?

Silence, and then she looks at the paper again.

Oh. She’s been here forever too. I mean, that’s okay. I think it’s okay. No, it’s going to have to be okay. See, somehow, I just feel like Artie can take on Konrad, because he doesn’t really show himself around anymore. I know it’s like, detrimental to be on social media sometimes, but I also think it’s best to show your face to everyone instead of hide behind a wall. Wasn’t there a bunch of movies that kinda depicted that very same scenario, where a wall kept them from experiencing the other side? Usually that other side is paradise, but really, I’m not sure that it’s that way here.

But really, I’m a firm believer that if anyone puts their mind to it, they can succeed. I know I’ve been training for a long time, and I’ve been wrestling for a couple of years . I have championships, I’ve done good things. It’s not always about how much time you’ve done something, but how much heart and drive and passion and wonderment that you put into your work. And in this case, I know that I have put in all of my drive and everything I have into who I want to be, and how I want to grow. Artie, like, in this case probably has too. I bet he’s nervous, but I was nervous for my first match too. It’s not always the easiest thing, and now we’ve gotta perform in front of a crowd in England and he’s gotta hope he doesn’t break something.

She pauses.

I might have to do a lot of the match, so that means that I’m gonna be looking at Bea Barnhart’s icky face for like, most of the time, right? I mean, there is a way to approach all your matches and the things you’re supposed to do. You’re supposed to go out there and you’re supposed to have a great time, and fight with everything that you have. And I think like…Bea does that, right? She’s always going out there and doing her like…her total best. She can be a beast and a wrestling submissionist…but like, how often has she actually like…won anything?

Oh, I mean like, it’s possible. She has a championship reign, but was that fluke and the other person just kinda mucked up their chances? It could be. I dunno, I wasn’t here for it. But I can tell you right now that it isn’t how it’s gonna be when it comes to facing me.

Bea, I am fast, I’m agile, and I love this business more than anything except for my husband and my child. Oh, who am I kidding…sometimes more than my husband, but he understands that just as much as I do. We’ll do anything to get ahead, and we’ll fight as hard as we can to be the best that we can be. I want to be a good mother, but I also want to be the best wrestler on this side of the continental divide, and I can’t do that unless I’ve put all of my guts and glory into every step of the way that I’m going.

So let me tell you how this is gonna go. You and I, we’re gonna fight, and we’re gonna dominate the match because there’s no way in heckolza that I’ma let Artie get hurt by Konrad, who was like, super in the deathmatch scene for a minute. In the event that he’s in there, I’m gonna cheer him on and keep the crowd going. I don’t have to like who I’ve been assigned with, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to treat them badly. We’re gonna be a team, and we’re gonna ride the wave higher than anyone thought we could have.

So strap up and strap-on, Bea! Konrad! You’re gonna have a fight on your hands that you’re not prepared for, because when Kallie and Artie come on the scene, you’re not going to know what hits ya…

Is he even going to know where to hit?Finn’s voice came off camera one more time, and Kallie scowled.

It’s not that hard, Finn! Don’t you doubt my partner. We’re gonna do great things!



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I stood in the doorway of Zachary’s new room. It was an offshoot of my apartment with Aiden, and really was simply a set of rooms that wasn’t utilized. There was a small room with a couch and television connected to a bathroom and a bedroom, a perfect little suite that was on the opposite of all our rooms: the nursery, my bedroom I shared with Aiden. I hadn’t even really noticed it was there, but here it was.

He came out of the bedroom and looked out the window at the park, crossing his arms. It was hard for him to say anything nice, but when he looked at me, he sighed and nodded. “Nice living space.

It is,” I agreed, smiling slightly. “I enjoy it. It’s a lot bigger than the apartment that I shared with Aiden before, so I really have to thank Finn for everything he’s done for us.

Yeah, he seems…” he struggled for a second, and then snorted, “he seems like a dick, but a well-meaning one.

Yeah…he’s kind of a protector, I guess.” I took a step into the room and looked at his surroundings. “Aiden and I are going to be in London for three days, and then we’ll be on the first flight back. We both want to get back to Dax as soon as we can.” In the background, I could hear Aiden playing a video game with Dax in his lap – I think it was Forza, which meant Aiden was leaning into all the turns and making our son cackle.

Zach frowned, but he sighed and looked at me. “I thought it was just a fling, you know?” He started, opening up a bit more than he usually did. I nodded.

I know.

He’s just…a fucking idio

It’s easier to put off a front that you’re an idiot when everyone is going to question your intelligence anyway.” I cut him off. I didn’t like to be mean to my brother, but I wasn’t about to let him insult the man I decided to marry anymore either. “He’s fun-loving, he’s calm, and he’s a good man, Zach. He’s perfect for me, and if he acts a bit silly because it makes him and me happy, then that’s okay with me. He has aspirations, and he works hard. He makes me laugh. I don’t need another douchecanoe that’s just going to treat me badly.

His face fell, and he looked at me. “I wasn’t trying to bring that up…I swear…

I know.” I nodded, stopping to stand next to him and look out the window. In fact, I looked out the window and at the same spot I saw before. “Can I share a secret with you?” I asked, quite suddenly, and looked up at him.

‘Course,” he scoffed.

I nodded again, and let out a long sigh. “I keep thinking I’ve moved on. It’s been years since all of it happened, and I just…I’m a wrestler with championships to my name, I have a happy little family, I have a son I adore, a great husband and,” I knocked into him, “a brother that, despite his anger, cares a lot.

Another scoff, but I saw a smile too.

But I keep seeing him.” I looked away, my lips turning into a frown. “Lately…I don’t know. Since last month, my nerves have just been shot. It’s been almost eight years, and I just…I see his face in my dreams.” I shook my head. “You’re the only one here that knows anything about it and I just…I feel like something is going to happen. I can’t shake it. I feel like I just saw him outside earlier today and I couldn’t speak, my tongue was numb, my fingers barely moved….

Zachary didn’t say anything. Not initially. He pressed a hand to my shoulder though, and when I looked up at him, he looked mutedly furious.

He’s still in jail, sis.” He told me, certain. “The bastard had ten years for what he did to you. Don’t worry about it. Besides, I’m here now. No need to feel worried.

Aiden is here too.

Zach looked at me, a smirk rising on his lips. “Oh, I know. But I’m assuming this little conversation means you haven’t told him, and you’re not intendin’ to.” When I said nothing, that smirk just grew. “Probably better that he doesn’t know. Wouldn’t be able to do anything anyway.

I frowned. “Do you think he wouldn’t do everything to protect me too?” I hated that he always put Aiden down. “Because he would.

Kallie,” he sighed. “You really are just as much of a dipshit as he is.

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Supercard Archives / Re: HARPER MASON v KALLIE REZNIK
« on: April 12, 2024, 11:50:21 PM »
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It was a day that I think we all needed. We were all supposed to go to dinner, and while that was an option again, I made the point to say that we just all needed a bit of pampering and plumping. That didn’t really go over well with Kayla, and she ultimately didn’t come with us, but Tasmin and I found ourselves with our feet in a bubbly basin and those massage chairs luxuriously pushing their little roller balls into the muscles of our backs.

I don’t wrestle anymore – I mean I could,” Tasmin started, reposed within her chair. Honestly, I was surprised that she hadn’t fallen asleep just yet. “I just don’t want to right now with Dawn being so little….but if I did wrestle, I would demand that we visit one of these spas at least once a cycle.

I laughed lightly, watching as the girl methodically tried to find something to grab onto around the nail bed of my toes. “I agree. I heard that the ballerinas for New York City Ballet have like a whole masseuse who comes in once a week and makes sure their legs and bodies are all knot-free.

Oh my god, to be knot free.

I know, right?” I couldn’t fathom it either. We sat in silence for a little while, not quite paying attention to anything but ourselves. Tasmin talked to me about Adam, about how he’d really taken to being a father and doing everything he could for Dawn. I smiled and agreed, telling her about Aiden and how – even though he was still kind of a doofus on the outside – I knew I could trust him with our son.

I just wished that I trusted myself in the same room with him. It had nothing to do with him, though, and everything to do with me. I did what I didn’t want to, and I told him the beginning of my story. The story that I didn’t want to share with anyone, the story that I wanted to avoid.

The night before, Aiden had sat next to me, his hands folded, as he listened to my story. Really taking it in. Trying to understand where I was coming from.

It started in twenty-fifteen, when I was taking classes at the University of Colorado – Boulder.

All of that being said, we’re going to do this assignment a little differently…

Professor Keyes, a chipper young woman with a red hue on her hair, detailed the assignment exactly, directing the class on how they were going to get an A. She liked As. She felt a sense of accomplishment when she got them, so that’s what she strove for. Seated up front, scribbling furiously as she wrote, sat the blonde haired woman who we know as Kallie Reznik. Though in this moment and time, it was Kallisto Reznikski, and wrestling wasn’t even a thought on her mind. Although she looked just a couple of years younger. She wore glasses, her hair was pulled up into a ponytail, and she was focused. Almost laser eyed.

British Literature was already dry enough, but at least this assignment was going to be something good…at least, to Kallisto. As the people around her shuddered and groaned at yet another assignment being handed to them, she took it in stride, smiling as her Professor finished up and released them all to go. It was a little bit early, and she might get to go and eat with her brother at the cafeteria. They had Panda Express, and she loved Panda Express.

She looked up and caught the eye of the graduate student that Keyes was helping earn their Master’s in British Literature. He was a few years older than her, that she knew, but he looked young. Brunette. Wickedly nice smile. Greenish eyes. He was currently listening as Keyes was handing him a batch of papers to grade, but his eyes weren’t at all on the papers themselves. He smiled slightly. This wasn’t the first time. And it certainly wasn’t the last.

Kallie certainly wasn’t the bookworm type of girl, but she absolutely probably seemed that way. She couldn’t see the board or the projection screens very well, so she wore glasses. Often times, she didn’t need them nor did she care. But her core subjects mattered a little too much to her for her to leave everything up to chance. She smiled back, a little sheepishly, and packed her Norton Anthology into her shoulder bag. And that was it. She’d throw it in her car and make the drive back to Aurora later today, but it was heavy.

She followed the rest of the class out the door, made her way to the student center, and plopped down next to her brother, who looked up at her with a scowl as he poured over his anatomy texts.

It went like this for the next few class periods. The grad student would smile, Kallie would confusedly smile back, and the day would continue on. At least. Until it didn’t.

Kallisto, right?

She was just about to step outside the door when he caught her attention. She turned slightly and looked at him, an eyebrow raised. “Sorry,” he chuckled, “I just was looking at the roster and noted the name. The nymph that was turned into a bear and was turned into a constellation, right?

Yep, that’s me.” Kallie snickered slightly. It was rare that anyone actually looked up the origin of her name. It wasn’t one of the great Greek myths, or the ones that everyone knew. Nor was it studied in high school. It was a short one. “Unbearable.

He snorted.

I don’t like this motherfucker already.

Aiden.

Does he die?

No.

Fuck.

Punny.” He replied, shaking his head. “Mitchell.” He said, hoisting his bag up on his shoulder and heading towards her. He’d taught the class that day, so by the time he was speaking to her, the rest of the class was gone and on their way. “I have to say, turning Paradise Lost into a newspaper column was inventive. I think you’re the only one that got full points.

I figured most people would try to present their stories as, like…debates.” Kallie commented, leaning against the table.

And they did. After a while, it got time consuming. Milton is probably rolling in his grave though.

She grinned. “Probably.

They said their goodbyes, and Kallie left. She did the same thing she always did. Zach sat at the table across from her, this time looking at physiology. She pulled out her text, and they started working.

Let me stop you here…

Aiden’s voice had rumbled against my head and I lifted it, looking at him. He was clearly putting this all together. “Your shithead brother said you’d dated some douchecanoe in college and things didn’t go so smoothly, and that’s why he’s a total shithead about me.” He’d paused and then frowned. Disappointedly. “Of all the names this bogan cunt could have, it was Mitchell. What a fuckin’ dumb name.

It was. Mitchell White.

And what a bitchass last name too.” He paused again, and then he looked down at me. Aiden may act like an absolute idiot from time to time because it was easier to do that than it was to be real with anyone, but with me, I knew better. He wasn’t stupid. He got inferences and connotations and all of the things in between. He raised his hand softly and cupped my cheek. “He hurt you somehow, didn’t he?

I clammed up, and it was right at that moment that I decided that the story wasn’t going to be told. Not that night. Not ever, if I had a choice. I had a career. I had all the things that I needed in my life and I didn’t need to be rehashing my own stupid past. I had to think about my match this week.

So instead, I chose to bury myself in good things. My friends. My family. Tasmin and I were having a great time and I didn’t want to cause problems with that somehow. I knew I would eventually, but for now? This was okay.

Do you think Dax will like it if we come do this when they’re older?” Tasmin asked me then, cutting me out of my own reverie.

Probably. I wouldn’t think there would be a problem. He’s a mama’s boy already.” I smiled. I then snorted. “What will be a kick is when your sister has kids, and they come with us too.

Tasmin gagged and shook her head. “Kayla?” She asked. “Oh god, can you even imagine her with a kid around her? Absolutely not.

She might think it was like devil spawn or something.

Well,” Tasmin grinned then, and then looked at me with a snicker. “If she and Finn have kids…

Oh because they love each other?

They love each other.” She agreed.

They’re gonna be devil spawns for sure.


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Doesn’t it suck when you have to rely on others to like…pump you up and make you something that you’re not?

Oh gosh, that sounds mean, and I didn’t mean it like that.

You see, when I first started this a couple of years ago, I was pretty much on my own. I had just come out of Combat Syndicate: Denver, and like…it was really difficult for me. I thought I was going to be a star right out of the gate, and I just…wasn’t. That isn’t to say I wasn’t like…you know, good. I know I am. But I was by myself. I didn’t have the greats to train me, and I didn’t have people in my corner.

So I tried everything, until I found something that I liked and it stuck with me. I did Deathmatch Wrestling, I did regular wrestling, I did tag team wrestling, and I did a lot of other stuff until I found the niche that made me happy. And that was simply…the whole of wrestling. All of wrestling makes me happy, and I can’t imagine doing anything else with my life.

I’m a mom now, but that doesn’t mean I’m incapable of greatness. I know I am. I know that if I were thrown a shot tomorrow at any of the Women’s Championships, I could probably push myself and become the happy owner of one of them. But I’m not quite ready for that, and that’s why I signed up for Blast From the Past. I don’t think anyone realizes the opportunity that lies in the tournament, because it’s interposed with wrestling with someone that could be either really great, or really horrible. And I mean, like…

…no one wants to lose because of their shitty partner, right?

At least that’s what Aiden says, and I tend to believe him on most occasions because he’s pretty darn smart when he doesn’t have the gullible mask on.

You have to end up relying on someone else.

Kind of like Harper here does.

Oh, I’m not saying that she hasn’t stood alone. I mean. Look at her. She’s so good and like she said, she’s been with the company for seven months and faced so many Hall of Famers!

I wish I had Hall of Famers that I could rely on to make me look excellent too.

…that also came out wrong too.

But I meant it like this…when you’re in a company with a roster that’s kind of stacked like it is on the women’s side, it’s going to be difficult to find yourself doing anything but facing down someone who is wonderful and wise. They know how to take people like us, Harps, and make us look fabulous even though we might not know our butt from our fronts.

But when you and me face on Sunday, there’s no one out there that either of us can rely on to make us look good. We have to do it ourselves, and standing there and saying you’re amazed at your own ability kind of makes you loooooooooook….like….a lil’ eensy-tweensy bit weak. Like you’re unsure of yourself and you don’t know where you stand.

Finn yells at me all the time now. KNOW WHERE YOU’RE STANDING. Rah! He’s so loud sometimes…Yes sir, I do know that now!

I don’t need anyone around me to make me look, like, good at what I do. I’m fast. I fight. Hard. I showed Miss Manners that and I showed Crystal that too. Just because I haven’t been here that long doesn’t mean that I’m any more of a rookie than you are, and you made dang sure that no one should be calling you that.

Except from my calculations, no one is, and that’s what you’re calling yourself for attention, I dunno.

Like I think you should kinda believe in yourself a bit more. You’ve had a good year and you can do that here too, you just gotta believe in yourself!

Just like I believe in myself.

I’m gonna go out there, Harper, and I’ma do my bestest in order to beat you. Not because I’m grr’d out or anything, but because I’m here to do my job and like…part of that is continuing on my streak, right?

I’m only two and oh, but I’ma be three and oh after this, and gosh, that’s gonna be awesome!

So I’ll see you on Sunday, Harper. And you’re right, we’re gonna be tearing the house down! But like, don’t hold it against me if I win, okay? I’m just doing my job and trying to go into Blast From the Past with a bit of leverage on my side. You wanted this match, but me? I’m just following through like I’ve always done even though I’ve had no one to rely on.

I can kinda stand by myself, and I like that about me.

I think you could like that about yourself if you stop referencing old ladies too.

Peace out Harps! See you soon!

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Supercard Archives / Re: HARPER MASON v KALLIE REZNIK
« on: April 06, 2024, 11:38:02 PM »
thebutterflyeffect 3.0 🎔fear


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I’d never been so frightened in my life.

Well, no, I had.

I just hadn’t been this scared in a long while.

After the guns and the craziness, and the Finn with a gun and everything at Wolfslair, Alex told us all to go home. And we did. Aiden and I packed up and we high-tailed it to the nursery to grab Dax, who I clutched tightly to the second I saw him. I’d never been in that much fear of my life, and the fact that I was a mother now made it all the more surreal. Reality set in. I could have left my child orphaned, and that wasn’t anything I wanted to do.

We made it back to the house and luckily, Dax hadn’t had an issue. He had no idea, and yet, my heart still beat quickly. But I tried not to show it. I know Aiden was feeling strange too, and he was trying to let everything go and not think about it. Throughout the rest of the day, we kind of just went through the motions. Dinner. Watching television, making sure Dax was tucked in for the night. And then we went to bed.

I don’t remember my dreams, but I don’t think they were good at all. Because it wasn’t often that I snapped awake. Most nights, I was able to sleep through the night with some semblance of rest. At least now it wasn’t the medicated kind – you know, the one that keeps you asleep but you wake up groggier than you felt when you went to bed? Ever since we’d moved into this secure apartment, the things that plagued me kind of disappeared. I didn’t constantly feel like I need to look over my shoulder. I didn’t feel like the world was caving in on me.

Funny, isn’t it? All that negativity coming from someone who portrays themselves as a happy-go-lucky kind of girl. And I absolutely am happy. I have a wonderful husband, and I have a pretty stellar record so far in SCW, and to top it all off, I have a team of people who will always have my back. In everything. Even if it was scary.

As much as I liked to think about my progress and how I was shaping up, that wasn’t the reason for my break from sleep. When I woke up, I could feel sweat at my brow and my back was drenched in it. My bones ached and my muscles felt like pins were being stabbed within them. I obviously hadn’t moved, despite my dreams. Or nightmares, whichever you’d like to call it. Aiden laid next to me, snoring slightly, but otherwise oblivious to my wakefulness. I closed my eyes, trying to do that mindfulness crap therapy had taught me. Inhale, think of all the issues swirling inside your brain…exhale and let ‘em go.

It didn’t work. I sat up, the bed groaning slightly with the shifting of my weight. I pulled my legs into a criss-crossed shape and looked up at the ceiling. The city outside never slept, and even now, I could hear sirens and people talking. It didn’t matter how high up in the building we were. There were always people talking.

Sighing to myself, I reached for the scrunchie I’d placed on the nightstand next to the bed and wrapped my hair up into a loose bun. Making sure not to wake Aiden, I slipped out into the hallway and shut the door behind me probably not softly enough, clicking the light on in the kitchen-living room combo and sitting at the counter. I pressed my hands to my eyes, trying to ascertain as to how I got here. I didn’t have a crazy ending to a match back on the previous Tuesday, and my training continued to soar under the tutelage of a former multi-time cruiserweight champion. With another exhale from my nose, I reached for the phone (I’d gotten in the habit of not bringing it to bed with me) and clicked the screen on.

April.

Realization hit me, and I felt as if my throat was constricting. Like a bad allergic reaction. My heart started pounding out of my chest and every little hair on my skin I could feel rising in fight or flight mode. My eyes widened, my lungs couldn’t fill with enough air. My sight became fuzzy and black on the sides. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t do anything but drown in this panicked state. I thought I was over this, I thought I could…why? Why now?

Kallisto–fuck, c’mere,” I barely registered Aiden’s voice. I barely registered being moved. I barely registered where I was and who I was. I knew it was a panic attack, and I didn’t have those on a regular basis, so I must have absolutely scared the crap out of the Australian man. All I know is that when my consciousness finally came back to me, I had my head on his shoulder, I was sitting just off his lap on the couch and his arms were around me. Except I semi-forgot it was Aiden.

Get off me!” I snapped loudly, and three things happened all at once. One, my head bashed into his chin. Two, my legs flailed upwards and knocked the lamp off the table. Three, I somehow scrambled to the otherside of the couch and pulled my legs up to my chest. I suppose it was really four, because as I calmed down and the panic attack washed away, I realized it was him and then I felt that other creeping feeling of dread that no one liked. Guilt.

Ow,” Aiden rubbed his chin and looked at me curiously as I felt my cheeks flaring red and my eyes welling up with tears. I buried my head into my legs and exhaled. “You should add a headbutt to ya repo…repi…fuckin’ list of moves, aye?

Sorry.” I knew it came out muffled, but regardless, at least I said it.

Hey, no.” He replied. Tentatively, he placed a hand on my foot. When I didn’t suddenly kick him for no actual reason, he moved it to my knee, and then to the back of my head, lightly petting my hair. I knew his response was serious too, because he said no, and not nah. “It’s fine, love. Me chiseled jawline can handle a smack or two, I won’t break.” I chuckled halfheartedly. He waited a second before lifting his hand upwards and out for me. “C’mere?

Hesitantly, and not because it was him or anything, I sat up and allowed myself to sit next to him. He hugged me and I put my head back on his shoulder, closing my eyes. We sat for a bit, and I think it was probably his way of letting me calm down. He didn’t turn on the television, he didn’t budge. He just kept his arm loosely around me and waited for me to talk. Which could have been ages, but I fumbled with my fingers and wrung them slightly, grasping them nervously. His other hand covered them, stopping me from starting old bad habits like picking at my cuticles or chewing my nails.

Ya back to Earth yet? Calm?” Aiden questioned, and waited for me to respond. I nodded. “Good. Now, tell me what’s goin’ on in your head.

I’d rather not.

Kallie.” He chided and I sighed slowly. For a second, I felt defeated, but raised my head anyway and looked at him.

It’s a lot.

I have popcorn, should I go make some?” His voice was teasing, and I saw him smirk a little bit when he saw the side of my lips turn up slightly. “Hold on, let me go–” jokingly, he moved like he was going to get up, but ultimately stayed seated when I tugged his arm.

I didn’t want to tell him. I preferred keeping that bit of my personal history personal, if you catch my drift. But if this happened again, then I would be forced eventually to tell him. And it isn’t that I worried that he was going to reject me or anything…I was just semi-sad that I was turning this positive, good relationship that he had with me that seemed strangely normal and completely not batshit into him having yet another batshit female in his life. But he deserved to know my past, right? He’d been open with me about Japan. And Florence.

So I broke. Not down, thankfully. But I exhaled and looked down at my legs as I spoke. “So. I guess it would start back in college. You know, I was in one of my literature classes–

Ugh books.

Aiden.

Sorry, continue…

I was in one of my literature classes…

To be continued…


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A lot has happened in my personal life since I faced and beat Crystal at my last Climax Control setting. And to be honest, I haven’t paid as much attention as I probably should have. But that’s gonna change. See, I’m walking into my next match and it’s a big one, because it’s at Blaze of Glory! It’s my first pay-per-view with the company as an actual contracted employee. I’m excited because I get to do my favorite thing…well, I guess it’s like my third favorite thing, because spending time with my little boy Daxie and spending time with my husband are the first and second things.

But wrestling is life and it’s a passion of mine, and I’ve loved it since I was little. Ever since I got to go to a puroresu show when my family was stationed in Japan. I always said this was what I was going to do when I grew up, and now, here I am. Lights, camera….action!

At Blaze of Glory, I take on Harper Mason, who has been in SCW for,,,gosh, has it been September? That’s a long time to go and not really…

…well, do anything.

I mean, I haven’t done anything either, but I have a match like once a month at this rate and that’s okay with me right now. I’m enjoying it, getting back into the swing of things, and I get to wrestle with Aiden near me! That’s always a plus. I even get to be around my bestie, Kayla Richards, and I get to be the first one to hug her at the end when she kicks Julianna’s complaining ass’s head in. That sounds exciting to me, and I think I’m going to watch it from the crowd if I can.

But that’s way after my match with Harper.

Harper is like, part of the wrestling legacy gym of SCW, right? Go Gym? Do I have that right? I think I do. Has people like Crystal out of it, and Helluva Bottom Carter, who is so so so so cute! I love he and Miles together. They’re great.

But back to Harper.

Harper has had quite a few matches here, hasn’t she? Quite a few wins too, against names like Courtney Pierce and Mercedes Vargas…and Laura Phoenix! I know Laura. Laura is great, and if she beat her, then it’s gonna be like, really hard I bet for me to beat her.

There’s talking off camera.

What? She lost to Bea Barnhart?

Errrgh…

That’s not a good look, Harper. But it’s okay! We all win some, we all lose some. See, I’m not going into this like the rest of the people would, I guess. Don’t get me wrong, I want to win. I want to do great, and I want to make my husband and child proud. But I also am not going to like…go off the deep end if I lose. Because it seems like Harper is pretty dang good, even if a few of her wins are because other people screwed up and got disqualified. I’m still a rookie, I guess. I mean, I’ve been doing this for a little bit of time, and I always have time to rise and be the next big thing, but…I’m also aware that you’re good, Harper. And I could sing your praises if you wanted me to.

But I don’t think you do. See, I suppose I’m supposed to sit here and tell you how awful you are, and how I’m gonna rah rah defeat you, but…I think we’re going to be evenly matched. I think we’re going to have a great match, you know?! We’re not crazy down the card, but we still have an opportunity to shine with one another and make it the greatest match possible. I think it’s going to be great, and fun, and we’re going to do the best that we can.

But I do want to win, Harper. I really do. Three and oh sounds better than…well….two and one. Please believe that even though I seem super positive about both of us tonight, I am just going to do more and more work and next time we see each other, before this match, I will have so much more to say. I’ve been writing down notes, I’ve been watching matches, and I’ve been making sure that I am focused on my future in this match. I am going to put in everything that I have.

I’ll see you soon! Maybe after the match, we can get coffee? I would love that!

Mwah! 

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Climax Control Archives / thebutterflyeffect 2.0 🎔 aspirations
« on: March 08, 2024, 11:54:24 PM »
thebutterflyeffect 2.0 🎔aspirations


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Why are you doing this?

We sat at a coffee shop. It was a rare occasion in which my coach showed that she was a human being, but it always weirded me out when we did these once-a-month conversations. I honestly felt like I was being interviewed, and the weirdest part was that it was the same question every single time that opened it.

Why are you doing this?

“This” was my chosen profession of getting slammed on the mat and vice versa. There was never a deviation, never a different question. She would sit there with her colorful hair and her resting bitch face and her expression wouldn’t change. There was never a physical response with her, no tilt of her head, no raise of her perfectly tweezed eyebrow. It was just…nothing. I’d gone through the gamut of answers in the past, the first of which was that I was doing this for Dax. Most people would smile when they mentioned babies, but that didn’t happen.

The second time I said it was because I wanted to prove myself to everyone. That garnered a slightly pursed lip.

The third time was because I wanted to make Aiden happy. I got a blank stare, like she couldn’t imagine making anyone else happy.

My coach was not very coach-y, but she was good at her job. Aaron Asphyxia was known a long time ago as a competitor who held multiple championships, fought for everything that she believed in and got annoyed at stupid shit that happened. But now? She was done wrestling, and decided that it was more important to train the next group of wrestlers.

Two years ago, when we met, I was a fledgling little wrestler, unable to see happiness even if it was shining in my face. Every failure was extremely immersed in awful thoughts. I’d just walked into Wolfslair one more time with Aiden, hand in hand. We’d scanned our cards, headed into the main room with our gear hanging over our shoulders and in our bags.

It was quiet that day, but it would be louder than a club once everyone else got there and started their routines. Aiden mumbled something about a program for us to follow before we separated and headed into our respective locker.

When I came out of mine, headphones in my ears and a bottle of water in my hand, I saw that Finn was already here. And strangely, he was talking to Alex and Sonja. That was a surprise, since Alex really didn’t like Finn and the feeling was mutual, but nevertheless, they were talking in low voices. When they saw me appear, they stopped talking, and Sonja began making a beeline for me.

I didn’t even hear Aiden pop out of the men’s locker room until he asked me, quietly, “Are you getting fired?

Probably,” I’d whispered then, panic seeping into my pores. Sonja was the queen of making everything look like there wasn’t a problem, but she was also a lawyer, and that was definitely part of her job. I swallowed and tried to smile.

Good morning, Kallie! If you could come with me, that would be great.” She smiled widely, stopping in front of us. “Good morning, Aiden,” she added.

“‘Allo,” he stated, nodding his head. He slid a hand around my waist and pressed his lips to the side of my head with a kiss and then walked off. I frowned as I watched him go.

It’ll only be a few minutes,” Sonja assured me, walking ahead of me. I jogged quickly to catch up with her, and followed her upstairs into the conference room where I’d previously signed all of my papers and had a conversation with Alex when I joined the gym. A lot had happened since the day I joined Wolkslair, and now here I was. I stepped into the room, sat at the end of the table across from Finn and Alex and inhaled as I tried to assure myself I would not be let go of my wrestling family just because I wasn’t doing well. Sonja sat down next to Alex, rifling through a small stack of papers.

Alex swiveled in his chair a bit, looking at me with his hand holding up his head. Finn looked merely at his phone, taking a sip of his coffee every few seconds. I folded my hands together and chewed on my lip. “Listen…if…if this is about my loss…

Alex’s black eyebrow went up and he tilted his head to the side. He looked back at Sonja, who also looked confused and then to Finn, who raised an eyebrow of his own and shook his head. He snorted slightly as he leaned forward, “You’re not getting fired, kiddo. You can relax,” he stated, and then watched as I held my breath for a second, allowing the words to wash over me.

Okay.

Not getting fired.

The sound of heels clicking against the floor was my answer that day. I tried to listen as the de facto leader of the gym began to tell me that he was happy with my performances and I was continuing to meet expectations, but I was distracted by the rhythmic clicks. When the door opened behind me, I found another heavily tattooed individual that almost looked like she fit in with Finn and Dickie really well. She had very colorful hair that she probably changed often and a slight smile. No. A smirk. She was much smaller than me, but her Louboutins gave her quite some height with the platforms. She wore sunglasses that she pulled off a second later, her brown eyes surveying the room. She pursed her lips.

Finn.

Cunt.” He replied, without missing a beat.

Finn,” Alex snapped, but it didn’t seem completely forced. He stood and raised his hand to shake hers. “Nice to see you again.

So, this is why I'm here?” She was quick, cutting straight to the chase without allowing for small talk. She walked over to where Finn sat, and he automatically pushed his feet into the ground and rolled his chair backwards away from her as if she had the plague.

I’m sorry about Finn, Aaron–

That’s who this was. It clicked in my head very quickly. I’d remembered watching her as I was growing up. From Bare Bones Wrestling, way back to Ionic Wrestling Federation, all the way up to So-Call Ultraviolent. This was Aaron Asphyxia. And if I recalled correctly…”

Wasn’t she married to you?” I blurted out, looking at Finn once.

Aaron sat down, leaning her head over the table as she propped it up with her hand. “Once upon a time. Small dick syndrome separated us.

Finn looked up from his phone with the blase expression I’d ever seen cross his face. “Oh, is that why you fucked the kid you were training? The itty-bitty titty committee you’ve got goin’ on there must have thrilled him.

Aaron looked at him, a smile rising up on her features. I couldn’t tell if she actually meant what she said, or if Finn was just not addressing it fully. Clearly, there was a lot of bad blood there, and ultimately, it definitely made me uncomfortable. I looked over to Alex, and found myself surprised. He’d turned slightly from the conversation and had the side of his hand covering his mouth and was laughing silently.

Finn leaned forward, reaching out and putting his hand in Aaron’s face, pushing her head back out of the way. “As much as she’s an adulterous bitch, she is one of the best, Kallie. You have more promise than we’ve been thinking you had originally, and now that your head is on your shoulders and it’s time we put you into some more…rigorous training. We’ve obviously enlisted this bitch to help.”

I’m still feeling all the warm and fuzzies from you, Finneh.”

They’re placed in someone else now, thanks.

Aaron is a cruiserweight champion, essentially.” Alex cut in, before the other two could start bickering again. “The only other people in this gym that could help you are your peers. So, we’ve added her on the payroll for the next few months. She’ll help you with getting your moves faster, give you some tips on how to take down men and women bigger than you, and also give you some pointers on some of the people you may face and what they stand for. She’s been part of the scene for a long time, and she’ll guide you better than any of us can.”

Aaron grinned and held out her hand across Finn’s body for me to shake. “Aaron Asphyxia, Miss Kallisto.”

Kallie,” I corrected, without really thinking about it. I paused and looked at her. She merely smiled.

But now, she was not smiling.

Why are you doing this?” She repeated.

I’d exhausted all my answers that I could come up with, so I crossed my arms and leaned back in my chair. “I’ve given you every answer in the entire world, Aaron. I don’t know what you want me to say here.

There isn’t a right answer.

But you seem like you’re looking for the right answer. And I can’t think of anything else. Why am I wrestling? Because I love the sport. Because I love the fans, because I love my husband, because I love my son. I want to be great because of them, and I want to do the best I can in spite of everyone who says I can’t. I’ve given you all of these answers.

Finally.

The bitch smiled.

Her pink lips curled up and her heavily done eyes crinkled in happiness at my response. Maybe it was a fire that she thought she lit under me, but I didn’t want to break it to her….I already had that. There was always a fire. There would always be a fire.

Now to show everyone in Sin City just what that was.

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Last time I was here, I had my first win in Sin City Wrestling. Miss Manners didn’t have much to say after the match, but I haven’t seen her complain in a bit. So. Yay! I have to say that I really really enjoyed the fans, and I’m glad that we had a really good match. I’m glad I was able to shoot for the stars like I always do, and push to be able to do what we do best for everyone.

That’s always super important to me, you know? It’s not about me so much, but everyone involved. Miss Manners certainly tried so hard, and like…I know she wanted to put me in my place for a super rude reason, but you know…it’s okay. Karma is my cat, or whatever Taylor Swift said. And it gets people. It just like, clamps down, and it’s super vicious and sometimes, like, I wish I could be like karma itself. Because no one expects to beat a little ol’ happy gal like me.

Some people say I’m too naive. Some people say I’m too trusting, and that I don’t know how to look out for number one. And to those people, I say this: you’re right. I could never look out for just me, myself and I. It’s important that all of us are strong, capable and well-enough to do the job that only we can do.

When I saw my opponent this week, I questioned myself and then I questioned my friends…and I questioned my gym owner, who laughed. I didn’t understand why he laughed, but now it’s starting to make sense. At least, it did after I did some research. See, I remember growing up with the name Crystal Hilton. I used to sit and watch every piece of wrestling I could get my hands on because I loved the sport so much.

Growing up is the key.

I don’t mean to be an ageist, Crystal, but it’s one of those things I question whether you’re like…okay to continue doing this sport. Since you’ve come back to Sin City Wrestling for the eightieth billion time, it seems like you’re strugglin’. I hate watching people struggle. It’s kind of sad. Like you’re unable to stop what you’re doing, that you’ve lost your drive, your reason for the aspiration of what we all want. A former Bombshells champion over and over again, you’ve been doing this a long time, and you’re so decorated! I am excited to step in the ring with you, but I’m also nervous for you.

Oh but Kalliekins, why are you nervous?

That’s a great question! There’s always people that are in this field that never know exactly when to quit, you know? They always come back for that one more time, thinking that this one more time is going to be their last time. The last time they can get retribution, the last time they can prove that they’re still something positive in this world. But Crystal…I’m honestly not sure what you’re thinking, ma’am. While I know that there could be great parts to this match, I just…I move really fast. I fight hard. I push hard. I mean it when I say that I’m always raring to go and I want to prove that I am worth the salt that has been paid into me so far. I move fast, because my trainer taught me to do so. I have to think fast, to be the speedy gonzales I know I have to be to best anyone around me.

But I’m not really like, sure I’m going to have to with you.

Sometimes people don’t know that their time is up. And Crystal, I hate to break it to you, but I’m just trying to help you here. You have to want this, and I’m not really sure you do. You’re lackadaisical, you never quite pull a punch when you should. It’s like you’re going to be one of those horror stories in which a wrestler – genderless, of course – can’t hack it anymore in the big leagues because they refuse to move on with the times, and they start performing in broken down high school gyms because they can’t let go of who they used to be. You’re the same person you were so many years ago, Cryssie, and I really think it’s time for you to either reinvent your Final Fantasy X2 Yuna self, or maybe start thinking that it would be better to start training the masses.

All I know is that on Sunday, it’s gonna be me and it’s like…gonna be you, and you’re not gonna know what hits ya. I’ve got my own aspirations. I want to be someone that’s remembered for what they did, and who they defeated. You were not someone that I needed on my bracket, but nevertheless, I’m not afraid of facing you. I’m just nervous for you, because…I dunno, when does osteoporosis set in? Or cataracts?

Are you going to be even able to see?!

I-Dee-Kay, man. I hope it’ll be okay. I hope it’ll be a great match. But I mean this when I say it: I’m bringing everything I have because I need to put in that one hundred percent. Don’t ever count me out, because this Butterfly stings like a bee.

…hehe.

I always wanted to say that.

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Climax Control Archives / thebutterflyeffect 1.0 🎔 new beginnings
« on: January 26, 2024, 08:03:38 PM »
thebutterflyeffect 1.0 🎔new beginnings


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It was humid.

It’s not to say that I don’t like the humidity, or that I wasn’t, like, used to it. I lived in New York City on a regular basis, humidity existed. But it wasn’t the same, because we didn’t live outside. Air Conditioning was a comfort that existed in almost every home and I wouldn’t be surprised to see towers sitting out on the balconies, trying to keep some semblance of coolness during hot summer months.

But these people lived outside.

These people were my in-laws. Aiden and I’d decided to take a trip down to the Gold Coast for one more visit before both of us were fully working again. Yes, I said that name: Aiden Reynolds. The same person that beat Justin…um….I forget the last name, on the televisions of the people who watched Sin City Wrestling’s Climax Control. It was Australia Day, and his whole family was celebrating the independence of their country like we did the independence of America. Although…I mean, they just asked politely to cede from their country while we had to fight a war.

Amateurs. Psh.

He was standing there, a Monster Energy Drink in hand, watching his family from the inside as they laughed and carried on loudly. Cheers erupted as a little baby boy held onto a sparkler with a vengeance and waved it rapidly to get attention.

It was his birthday.

My little baby, my son, was one today.

He’s walking.” Aiden muttered quietly to himself.

He’s walking.” I agreed, setting my hands on the counter of the kitchen and watching too. We’d been there for every milestone. Crawling. Sitting up. Communicating with things other than crying, and giggling tremendously. He’d already said our names…or maybe rather our titles, and Aiden gloated about his being first.

I think sometimes, Aiden thought he wasn’t going to be a good dad. I remember when I told him about this whoopsie. He said he could barely take care of himself, and that he was going to mess it all up. It was a rare occurrence in which he actually thought before he jumped. But he was, and he is a great dad. Just a little scatterbrained.

Probably not the best thing, but he has a sparkler,” I commented with a smile.

Oi fuck,” he swore, not even realizing it. “Me stupid bushpig of a cousin musta given it to ‘em. Lemme–” Aiden set down his Monster and hurried out the side door to the backyard. I snickered and grinned, shaking my head.  Ultimately, it wouldn’t be a problem, but I knew he’d panic.

I followed a moment later, grabbing a water on the way out and stepping into the hot, hot sun. There was music playing from some stereo and a cacophony of voices as I entered the barbeque area. All of Aiden’s extended family was here too, and it made for a very crowded area. I smiled as my husband picked up our child and stealthily plucked the sparkler from his hands without making him cry.

Ya did good, love,” his mother said to me, smiling brightly, with probably her third mimosa in her hand. Sheila Reynolds was a pretty woman, and she seemed to like me quite a bit. She absolutely loved Dax, but it was rare that she and I were near each other without something happening that took her attention away.

I nodded. “I think so. Dax looks more and more like Aiden each day.

Oh, yes…” she chuckled, “Dax is absolutely adorable, but ‘m talking about me son.” She tipped her chin in his direction, laughing. “Aiden has always been a happy-go-lucky kind of boy, but that’s just ‘is personality. He’s truly happy, and at ease. And he wants to try to do things he didn’ think he was capable of.

I looked back at Aiden and smiled slightly, almost sheepishly. “I dunno what to say.

Ah, nothin’ to say! Just congratulatin’ you on a good job. And besides,” she laughed again, “you’re a damn sight brighter than his first wife, the fuckin’ rag.

I didn’t know what that meant, but I assumed something negative.

She disappeared to go sit with her husband and Aiden handed Dax to her with a smile. In fact, it seemed everyone was smiling. Well, except for Amelia. Aiden’s younger sister was perched underneath the canopy of the deck, seated on the wide railing with a pursed lip expression. She caught my expression and then moved her eyes away. She didn’t want me to bother her, and she didn’t want to talk about it.

It was the same thing Aiden was sometimes upset about. Dickie. Aiden’s best friend. Amelia’s boyfriend. But I don’t know if those were both known to everyone else. He was missing, and no one knew where he was. He just disappeared off the face of the planet, and he stop contacting everyone. I wasn’t sure what to do about it, and Aiden wasn’t sure what to do about it. So we just didn’t talk about it.

We did, however, talk about our upcoming career matches. Aiden was just happy to be back in the ring and me? I was stoked. I’d been wrestling kind of off and on with JWBRKR to get back into it, but now was the time that I wanted to get back into it fully. We’d always talked about going together. We didn’t want to tag or anything – no, that right was specifically reserved for he and Dickie – but we did want to work together. To support each other. To pick the other up if a match wasn’t going to go our way.

So when he said he wanted to go to Sin City, wanted to be a part of what the rest of Wolfslair was…I couldn’t say no.

So I signed too.

To be honest I was nervous, but it wasn’t about being in front of the lights or anything like that. I loved wrestling. I always had, even since I was a kid. But I was nervous about the precedent set. My friends and family had a way about themselves that carried a kind of…reputation, and I was nervous about messing that up. But I couldn’t keep staying in the back, right? Couldn’t just retire and raise Dax, no matter how many times I wanted to.

That would have been easy.

Aiden noted my nervousness from a mile away as I moved back into the house. The cool air felt better than the humid heat, and I stopped in the hallway. He followed, having pushed away from whichever third-second cousin twice removed he was talking to, waving at him. He encircled me with his arms and kissed the top of my head. He knew my panic.

It was time. Time to shake off the rust, and the cobwebs, and get started. Nervousness flooded the back of my mind, and I was very much almost to the point where I wanted to walk out and not do this. It was easy just wrestling, but having to talk about it? Talk about my opponent? I hadn’t done that in a few years…or year. What if I said something stupid? Scratch that. What would happen when I said something stupid?

Stop freakin’ out,” he whispered to me.

‘m not,” I muttered, raising my hands and wrapping them around his forearms.

You think I dunno ya?” He snorted, “Gimmie some credit. We live in the same house and sleep in the same bed.

I sighed and set the crown of my head against his chest, looking up at him. “There’s just…a lot. Like I’m nervous I’m gonna screw up. I’ve been doing good, but this…this is a lot.

He snorted, and said to me in his most Aiden way, “Kallie-Kitty, even if you do mess up, it won’t be as bad as any romantic comedy you’ve ever watched. And it’s okay. Besides, you’ve got that she-witch of a trainer – nothin’ can get ya. You’re ready. Don’t ya forget it.

I was ready. And that’s all that mattered.



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Here I was, standing in a set-up room with a camera keeping me from my biggest supporters. On the other side, I watched as Finn pushed himself into the wall and crossed his arms. I watched as Johanna perched herself up on an equipment box and nodded her head, giving me a thumbs up. I envisioned Alex and Kayla there, Alex cheering me on quietly and giving me all of the thumbs and jumping up and down. I envisioned Kayla nodded when I said something a little scathing.

But most of all, I watched as Aiden sat down and smiled at me.

He would always have my back.

The set-up was cute, and I think that’s what they were going for when they built it. Because I’m cute, I know. I fit that bill. I mean, I’m not as stupid as my blonde hair and happy-go-lucky attire makes me look, but I am adorable and I definitely play it up.

I heard the click of the camera go on, and I took my stance. I brightened my smile, I planted my feet in the floor, and I went for it.

There’s always, like, a lot of pressure when you enter into a new room. Everyone is lookin’ at ya, looking to see what you do and see what you can succeed with or fail ultimately at. The first impression is a new beginning for some, and it’s important. Deffo important!” I nodded. “Sin City Wrestling, I’m one of the newest signings of the twenty-twenty four year, and let me tell you that I’m puttin’ all of you Bombshells on notice.

Okay. Not so bad. I watched as Finn’s eye twitched, and I knew I made it work.

My name is Kallie Reznik, and I am the Butterfly of Aurora, the Wolfcub of Wolfslair and literally and possibly the cutest, sweetest and bubbliest wrestler that doesn’t sound like a dipstick you’ve ever met. Move over blondies with bad attitudes and stupid Instaphotos, because this,” I referenced to myself, pointing at me, dressed in my wrestling gear (lots of belts, ya know), “is about to make waves! I know I don’t look like a massive threat…but lemme tell you, I’ma kick butt from one corner of the ring to the other and I’ma do it with a smile.

Now Johanna was wincing. Perfect. I wanted to make sure I was the most annoying, while also being the most accurate. Screw the angst the rest of this company had, it was time for bubbles and happiness and…butt kicks? I dunno. Plus, the cuter I sounded, the more people wouldn’t expect me to be smart.

I was. I have a degree. I am smart, and people always miss that with me. It’s absolutely fun too when they realize it too late.

Climax Control 384 is in for a surprise in the first match when I totes knock Miss Manners’ back into the fifties where she belongs! Ya know, when I got the list of matches and I saw this….I was really super surprised, because you know…like, I don’t harass people. Finn is a mentor to me, and to have someone like Miss Manners say that I’m pestering people? The absolute nerve.

I crossed my arms and leaned forward, pursing my lips and narrowing my eyes like some vapid high school girl with a bad attitude.

How do you know I’m pesterin’? You don’t. You don’t know if I’m bothering anyone, and if I was, I’m sure someone would say it. But you go ahead with that, Miss Manners, and you stick your nose up at everythin’, okay? Gonna be real bad when you’ve got a brace on it when I breeeeeaaaaaakkkkkk it!

I pause, and I calm myself down. That’s the thing about me that a lot of people don’t realize. I’ve got mean streak, and it’s really hard sometimes for me to keep my happiness. I worked for a deathmatch fed and I did pretty good at one point. I mean, I totally used a bunch of weapons in an aquarium and won a freakin’ deathmatch championship at one point too.

See, that’s the thing. A lot of people look at me and they see my relationship with others and they think that I’m annoying. That I’m just some bubbly dumb girl with a lack of…well, anything. Funny, because I’ve been wrestling since 2021. I have a good relationship with a lot of people in this company, and I’m finally where I think I need to be.

This Bombshell Division has a lot of fabulous names in it, and I am absolutely excited to be working with all of them. However, when I got this match, I had to ask myself…who is you? Miss Manners, you signed with the company in December, and you had a match at December 2 Dismember before the company went on their usual vacation…and since then? What’ve you done? Sashayed your way around the back, makin’ people angry? Sure. That’s what happens when you tell people what to do. I mean, I had pretty strict parents, but even I didn’t become the equivalent of Stepford Wife.

But you are. You stand on your laurels and your morals and you tell all of us that we’re not doin’ so great. But you…you faced Bea Barnhart, and my good friend Kayla told me when I talked to her on the phone last night that that’s almost as bad as getting herpes.

I leaned forward, widening my eyes.

Herpes, Miss Manners. Herpes. But not only did you face her, you lost. Little ol’ Bea, you lost to her! I dunno how, because Bea is like…the gatekeeper that you can get past, but you did. You’re zero and one and you wanna spout off how good you are? Like?

I raised my hand and shook my head, appearing to be flabbergasted.

REALLY?!

I went back to crossing my arms and planted my feet a bit harder into the ground.

Here’s the thing, Lady Mannerly, I don’t really care what you think of me, or who ya are. You’re a rock in my path and kinda like a thorn in my side, being all judgemental and stuff. I really don’t like judgemental people, and you’re fitting the bill perfectly. I don’t get where you get off talkin’ about people’s families and stuff when you got abused by yours, but here’s the thing. Ya listenin’? Kay. Good.

I get the opportunity to do great things in front of that crowd and I promise you that tonight, you’re gonna regret any of the words you have to say about me. I am a butterfly because I move fast and I fly just as hard. I am a Wolfcub because I am a fledgling rookie with promise and a bite that is just as bad as my bark. I don’t really care if you’re here to Taylor Swift Anti-Hero yourself, but let’s be absolutely honest.

You got a bad bark and nothin’ to stand on, and after Climax Control 384 in Henderson, it’s gonna be even less of way to grr-animal yourself around. Cuz I’ma beat ya. I’ma beat ya and move up to facing Bea Barnhart and maybe like…my friends and have great matches while you suffer in your angry, old lady bitterness. The fifties are callin’, Mannnnnnnnnnerrrrsssssss. You’re gonna wish you’re livin’ in that era when I’m done with ya.

I’ll see ya soon, new frenemy! And let’s have a great match at your expense? Kay? Kay!

I held up a peace sign and grinned, and then I heard the camera shut off.

Absolute puke,” Johanna mutters, leaning her head back.

Thanks!” I grin. “I was trying to make it absolutely full of unicorn sparkles.

You succeeded,” Finn muttered, rubbing his head. “While also sounding forced as hell. We’ll work on that, Mommy Reynolds.

I could handle their jeers. Because I knew they only had the best in mind for me. “Okay!” I grinned and looked at Aiden. And all he did was smile at me with the biggest smile he had. He knew I was playing it up. He knew I wanted people to think I was stupid.

It would be easier to surprise them down the road.

That was the plan. 


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