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Climax Control Archives / La Femme Nakita
« Last post by Miss Manners on May 10, 2024, 06:25:06 PM »
Miss Manners: “If there is a single universal truth to be believed about We as Americans and this once proud Nation we call home, it is the fact that we have an overwhelming sense of self. A patriotic superiority complex if you will. No matter what we do, no matter where we are nor who we are with, in our minds? We are always right and anyone who does not call America home is always wrong. And the worst part about this self-confidence we have as a nation is that we take it to foreign countries and expect them to cater to us.”

“Simply because of who we believe ourselves to be.”

McDonald's - India


Tourist: “What the hell is this I said I wanted a Big Mac!”

Employee: “Is there a problem?”

Tourist: “Uh, duh! Yes there is a problem! I ordered a Big Mac and your idiot employee gave me this!”

The tourists waved at the tray that was on the counter in front of them, showing their complete order of a large diet Coke, an order of fries and a Big Mac but one that was made of chicken. Not beef.

Employee: “Sir, I'm afraid I don't understand what the issue is. This is a Big Mac.”

The tourist all but rolled his eyes.

Tourist: “Oh my god, you people are so stupid! This is not a Big Mac! This is…well I don't know what this is! A Big Mac it's made with hamburger! Beef! Beeeef!”

By now the little rampage from the entitled tourist has drawn much attention as heads all over the fast food place have turned towards the source of the free entertainment.

Employee: “Sir, this is India.”

Tourist: “I know where I am! I'm not stupid!”

Employee: “I never said you were. But in India, we do not serve beef. Cows are sacred here.”

The tourist stared at the employee as if he had a second head sprouting from his shoulder. It was only then that he felt the eyes on him and he turned his head and found everyone present simply staring at him. Some with a degree of hostility.

Tourist: “What are you all looking at!?”

The tourist turned back to face the employee behind the counter. With a haughty sense of self-righteousness, he stuck his nose in the air and cleared his throat with a ‘harumph’.

Tourist: “Well in America, we know how to make a Big Mac! And we don't waste our time catering to locals!”

That being said, the American tourist turned his nose up at everyone and marched out.

Miss Manners: “Which, of course, is a complete fabrication. If there is anything Americans are good at, it's catering to themselves. Much to the point that when we go to another country, we expect that country to cater to us as well.”

Tourist: “English!”

Beijing, China -
Beijing Capital International Airport

The American tourist, the prototypical Karen with the bleach blonde, swept hairdo, pink tank top, white shorts and high tops, with a coffee in one hand and her handbag slung over her opposite shoulder, was accosting one of the airport employees at a security checkpoint. Merely because the employee was not allowing her to pass security carrying the large bottle of perfume in her bag.

Tourist: “This is absolutely ridiculous! How can you not understand me!? Why don't you learn English!?”

The airport employee was getting annoyed, and this statement only double down on his mental state as how could anybody say such a thing? How could you go to a foreign country and expect THEM to speak YOUR language?

Tourist: “Maybe you people should go back to where you come from!”

Miss Manners: “Is it really any wonder why so many other countries dislike us? Here we are in the Jewel of the world, France nonetheless, who we have epitomized as being an arrogant country when really they pale by comparison to our own sense of self-worth.”

“I can recall a few years ago during the pandemic, when travel was restricted or outright forbidden into other countries, but did Americans care? Some yes, others not so much. There were stories of smug, self delusional fools who actually hopped on their boats in the Northern states and transverse across the Great Lakes and snuck into Canada for a little vacation. And they turned off their electronic devices on board so as not to be tracked by the Coast Guard or any authority. And why? Because they knew what they were doing was wrong but they simply did not care. They would arrive at the docks of small shops and just waltz right in with no small amount of pride, no masks or social distancing. And when confronted…?”

Windsor, Ontario, Canada

Tourist: “You know what!? I wish America had invaded Canada and taken over! Then maybe you Canadians wouldn’t be so smug!”

Clerk: “Actually, sir, America did attempt to invade Canada. In 1775 and the Revolutionary War in 1812. We won both times.”

The tourist’s face turned red at the very idea that not only did the clerk have the gall to try ands tell he and his family they had to wear masks, but that Canada bested the American army more than once???

Tourist: “Well, I’m not so sure about that! I may have to check in…”

Clerk: “You are free to check in, but do so in your own country. Because my coworker just took down the details of your boat outside and we will be contacting the authorities!”

Tourist: “Y-you… you can’t… F**K YOU!”

And the tourist turned on his heel and quickly ushered his family out the doors. Only then did the clerk look to his coworker and give the nod for her to call the authorities about the Americans who had illegally crossed over into Canada.

Niksen Coffee Shop - Arras, Northern France

France remains one of the single most sought after tourist destinations, ranking amongst the highest out of all the countries named. The very beauty of the nation, along with the people and everything there was to be offered, no matter which town or what province. Hence, the arrival of Sin City Wrestling to commemorate the Battle of Vimy Ridge was something that had many eager to celebrate. The SCW Universe itself was hungry for the type of wrestling action that the SCW Superstars and Bombshells had to offer, while the men and women of SCW were given the opportunity to visit a new country on its 2024 Battlegrounds tour. A country many never would have had the chance to visit otherwise.

And while some men and women of SCW were visiting the sites in and around the closest city to Vimy Ridge, which in this case would be Arras, others were taking the time to simply relax and soak up some local atmosphere.

One of those people being SCW’s very own “Paragon of Virtue, “ Miss Manners. We find Miss Manners in the aforementioned coffee shop, a popular destination for tourist and local alike. Having arrived early enough in the day so as to get a prominent table in the courtyard by the streets, Miss Manners sat in the comfortable chair beneath the umbrella to better shield herself from the warm sun. She waited patiently until a young man in a crisp, starched shirt and black tie with matching slacks, arrived at her table with a tray in hand.

Waiter: “Votre café madame.”

He said as he set down the popular chocolat latte and a fresh biscotti before her. Miss Manners smiled tightly at the handsome young Frenchman.

Miss Manners: “Merci beaucoup.”

The young waiter smiled and excused himself, returning to work as Miss Manners picked up her latte and sipped carefully at the hot drink.

Miss Manners: “Yes indeed, I spoke French. I am not fluent by any means but after all, when in a foreign country, whether for business or pleasure, you take the initiative to learn at least a bit of the language so you are not flapping about like some fish out of water. It would otherwise be quite foolish to travel to such a jewel of a nation, expecting the citizens to speak my language for my own ease. I know that many American tourists do just that, but I am certain you can agree that I am not your typical American tourist.”

“I am, however, quite grateful for this opportunity. Well, opportunities. I have never had the pleasure to come to France, be it for business or pleasure, but thanks to this tour honoring the greatest battle sites in history, I have been given this dream of a lifetime. And unlike many, I have not squandered it. I have taken this once in a lifetime opportunity to enjoy not just the ambience of France, but it’s culture and history as well.”

“Like many of my peers in the ring, I too visited the Vimy Ridge Memorial, but unlike these young tarts who have no manners or respect, I simply observed. I listened to the tour guides. I did not cross the barriers like some just so I could take a selfie of myself in front of the memorial structure while making those ridiculous duck lips! I had hoped that stupidity had died out years ago but some of those girls just can’t seem to help themselves.”

“But there is still another opportunity I’ve been given with this ‘working holiday’ if you will. And that is the chance to step foot inside of the ring again, to face this so-called ‘Southern belle’ with a Russian name; Nakita Niles, correct? An interesting specimen I suppose. How does a woman from … Cobb County, Georgia came to have a name one might expect from a KGB agent? I suppose that’s of little importance. I’m just by nature a curious sort and it was just a passing fancy of a thought.”

“What really stood out is the fact this Southern sass sees herself as something of a military type, which is terribly ironic as the military - be it army, navy, air force or marines, are seen as the shining example of all things American - and my interests were with how we as Americans held ourselves when in a different nation. I would hope that Nakita behaved herself and acted as a proper lady but given her recent actions, I have my doubts.”

“What doubts are those, you might ask? Well, getting involved in a match you had no business being a part of, for a start. Directly costing Bea Barnhart and Konrad Raab an opportunity to advance in the Blast From the Past tournament did not speak very highly of you as a lady, now did it Nakita? Oh certainly you can cry that Missus Barnhart took the initiative first in a previous match that cost you and Caleb Storms, but it’s not like the two of you had much of a chance anyway. And after all, two wrongs do not make a right.”

“A lady would know and understand this, but so far? You have proven yourself to be anything but a lady. Part of me wonders if you have any true ties to our wonderful men and women in uniform or if you’re more like those pompous military wives who believe they should be saluted according to their husband’s rank. Who think being a military wife is a true calling and one tougher than most. Is that you, La Femme Nakita? Are you a true warrior, a true soldier? Or are you more a pretender who is just waiting to be exposed to the world? Stolen valor is, after all, a felony.”

Miss Manners shrugged.

Miss Manners: “I suppose we’ll find out soon enough.”

Tourist: “What do you mean I can’t pay with this!?”

The outburst gave Miss Manners pause and she, like everyone else close by, turned their heads to see an American tourist giving the previous young waiter a hard time. The tourist had in his hands, a handful of dollar bills - American currency.

Waiter: “Sir, this is France. We do not accept foreign currency.”

Tourist: “This is not foreign currency! This is American currency!”

Miss Manners turned away from the spectacle and sighed, massaging her temples with her fingers as the scene closed out.
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( OOC: This comes to 4,984 words according to Google Docs. Best of luck everyone! )



It was crazy how some people reacted to good news in the wrestling business. Most people would’ve been thrilled about having their first win in a major promotion. As well as being excited about moving on in a tournament, but that wasn’t the case for Jayden. He wasn’t pleased at all. Tossing his gearbag in the corner when he finally made it back to the hotel for the night. Reaching into his pocket to grab his iPhone and put it down on the desk.

As he scrolled through his phone for a brief moment. He clicked on the facetime icon right there next to his father’s name. The time difference was something to keep in mind. Not something that the young man was used to. After all, the only wrestling he had done was in the states. Only a few rings took place before the call was picked up on the other end. However, answering on the other end wasn’t his father, but instead it was step mother. The woman that helped raise him since he was two.

CARMEN: Hey you!

JAYDEN: Hi mom. Where’s the old man?

CARMEN: Wow! You’d think you’d be a little more excited to talk to me? I haven’t seen you in weeks. Haven’t heard your voice. Not a text message, nothing.

JAYDEN: To the extreme much?

CARMEN: Not at all young man.

This was met with an immediate roll of the young man’s eyes. To him he didn’t see what was the big deal. But then again he was raised by a man that showed very little emotion for a long time. No surprise it was a quality he picked up on.

CARMEN: However, your father isn’t here right now. He left his phone behind. I have told him more and more with his old age. If it wasn’t for me. He’d be put in a home already with how much he forgets things.

JAYDEN: Well, did he even watch the show? Or at least the match? I made sure he had a live stream for it.

CARMEN: No, unfortunately he didn’t. He had to run out right before the match started.

JAYDEN: Great, just fucking great.

CARMEN: I don’t know what the big deal is. I watched it. I thought you did just fine. You carried yourself well. Although, I don’t think your father would have approved of pulling your phone out. But other than that it was fine. You looked impressive.

JAYDEN: Yet, I can’t get the man that brought me into this world. The man that trained me to take ten minutes out of his day to watch the match. Couldn’t be around when I needed him the most when I was younger. Now can’t be around just for the sake of being around. Father of the year material right there. If you ask me.

CARMEN: Excuse you sir?!

By the tone of her voice, it really made Jayden come back to reality. From being annoyed with how the match had gone, to being tied, and to this moment. He realized that maybe he said more than he should have. It was years of suppressed rage and what not spilling out. But now it was out there. Might as well commit instead of retract.

JAYDEN: I didn’t stutter mom. It was bad enough that my biological mother didn’t stick around in my life. You were great. You did amazing with us. But where was he? Off chasing this dream? Off saying he was out there trying to make our lives better? Off claiming to make sure none of us would ever struggle? But is that what he was doing? Or was he just such a glory hound that he was out there doing it for himself. Being the egotistical prick he’s always been.

CARMEN: Jayden...

JAYDEN: No, I need to say this. I need to get it off my chest please.

CARMEN: Okay. Go ahead...

JAYDEN: He wasn’t there to send me off to school. He wasn’t there to teach me how to ride a bike. He wasn’t there to help with any of my homework. He never came to any of my basketball or football games. He was never home when I had school dances to give me advice. He taught me nothing about how to be a man. Glory and his own self satisfaction always outweighed me. And even when he decided to train me. He wasn’t doing it out of love or anything like that. He did it because he didn’t want me ruining his name or his legacy.

There was a small tint of red color filling the young man’s face. He was more than annoyed. This may have been the most emotion he had ever let out.

JAYDEN: Then to make matters worse. I have a reputation around here because of something he asked me to do last year. I did it, because that’s my father. That’s the man who brought me into the world. That’s the man I’m meant to have nothing but respect for. It also doesn’t help that no one likes him, so I’m catching all the flack for what he asked me to do and all the shit he did. I got a target on my back and it isn’t going away anytime soon!

With his phone in hand now. He found himself pacing back and forth across the hotel room. That was a ‘Harris’ trademark when the men were frustrated, annoyed, and just fed up. They’d pace a floor until they wore the carpet thin.

JAYDEN: I’m taking all of that on the chin. No problem, but I ask him one thing. I ask him to watch this one match. To give his thoughts on what is meant to be my starting point to this business. And he couldn’t make himself available. Once again he had something more important to do? I’m just tired of it. I’m tired of him letting me down.

That statement. The ‘letting me down’ that struck a chord in his heart. It’s something he had wanted to say for a very long time, but it was something he had always kept to himself. That’s when he heard his mother clearing her throat. Forcing him to look down at the phone..

CARMEN: Are you finished now?

JAYDEN: Yeah, I guess...

CARMEN: I am not going to sit here and try to invalidate your feelings. You’re very much allowed to feel that way. I can see where you’re coming from. I can feel that frustration and it’s warranted, but let me tell you a couple things. First and foremost. Your father loves you more than life itself. I know that to be a fact.

JAYDEN: He sure has a funny way of showing it.

CARMEN: I get that, but things haven’t always been easy either. I was there in the early stages of your life. He beamed with pride with every small step you made as a young kid. Sure, he made mistakes. He made a lot of them. He should’ve sacrificed his career in some situations. But he really did want what was best for you, your siblings, and me. He never wanted us to ever worry about anything. Things just didn’t go the way they should have.

Hearing her words. It made Jayden roll his eyes a little more. It’s almost like she was trying to stick up for the man he called his father. Despite saying he was allowed to feel the way he did. Made no sense to him.

CARMEN: Combine that with the addiction issues. He failed in a lot of ways. I’m sorry for that. He’s sorry for that. But he’s trying.

JAYDEN: Trying...

CARMEN: Let me finish before you cut me off... He’s trying. He’s trying to be there for your younger siblings. He’s trying to be there for Mikhalia and Aiden. He’s trying to be there for me and Blair. And yes he’s trying to be there for you. He’s one man. He can’t be everywhere all the time. It sucks he didn’t see this match live. But I know he’ll watch it. He’ll give you the advice you need.

JAYDEN: ... It’s more than just that. Just you know what? Thanks for trying to understand. But I just need to get off here and go to bed. I have a long travel day tomorrow.

CARMEN: Alright darling. Just think about what I said. I know he’s trying.

JAYDEN: Yeah, I’ll think about it. Good night.

Within seconds he had hit the end call button. Before placing his phone back down on the desk and found himself pacing the floor of the hotel again. The conversation didn’t help. He still felt very negative about the whole thing, but what could he do? It had been this way his entire life. He shouldn’t have been surprised that his father once again failed to deliver and be there for him. It’s whatever, it was something Jayden would just have to forget about.




As far as Jayden was concerned it was far too early for this shit. He found himself sitting in this room with a bunch of his ‘co workers’ aka people he didn’t know, but didn’t like. All of them were sitting there in front of a bunch of French fans who had gathered for this special ‘Battleground Tour’ press conference. Truth be told the man was zoning out while snacking on a bag of hot cheetos. Not a care in the world on his end. Hearing someone addressing the ground.

JAKE: Ladies and gentlemen. I want to start off by thanking you for being at this presser this morning. We normally do these types of things for super card events, but with this tour. We felt it was appropriate to hold one for each city we visit.

An uproar of cheers coming from the fans.

JAKE: Now here in just a moment. I am going to open up the floor for you to ask any one of our SCW Superstars or Bombshells up here to ask a question. But please remain respectful and don’t ruin it for your fellow peers. Let's get this thing rolling.

As one would have expected there was another loud uproar of cheer with several hands going into the air. Everyone wanting a chance to be called on for their question.. The man conducting the interview spent a second or two looking around the room before pointing to someone.

JAKE: You there sir. Go ahead and ask anyone you want a question.

GABRIEL: Bonjour! My name is Gabriel and my question is for Jayden.

The man’s accent was annoying as could be. It already had Jayden rolling his eyes, as he kept snacking away. But that’s when he realized he was being called upon for a question. Jayden looked at him with a glare.

JAYDEN: Nah, I’m good.

JAKE: Jayden! That’s not how this works. Sir, please go ahead with your question.

GABRIEL: I have to ask since it’s noticeable. Out of everywhere here. You’re the one that looks the most unhappy to be here. Is there any particular reason why? Do you not enjoy this part of your job?

JAYDEN: In the words of the great Marshawn Lynch. I’m just here so I don’t get fined.

Following his words. Jayden picked up one of those hot fries and tossed it into his mouth in quite the nonchalant manner. As far as he was concerned nothing else needed to be said. But all of the sudden someone else stood up and started to address him.

BEATRICE: Excuse me. I hate to be rude and interrupt, but as someone that’s a big supporter of women’s wrestling with my wrestling blog Beatrice’s corner. I have to get this off my chest. I think the way you conducted yourself last week. The way you treated Diamond Steele. And the way you’ve spoken about her has been beyond disrespectful. What is your issue with her?!

For a moment Jayden just looked at the woman and ignored her. Didn’t seem like it was worth the response on his end.

JAKE: Your response please.

JAYDEN: What the hell do you want me to say? I think the broad is a loser. She’s ass. A total piece of shit. Not anywhere as near as talented as she thinks she is. And that’s my issue... Sick of people think they’re talented when they’re straight garbage. I’m not going to kiss her ass just because people want me too. Mark my words Diamond will be the reason we lose and I’ll prove to be right again. Get over it.

BEATRICE: You’re a real piece if work. You know that?

JAYDEN: And you still paid to be at this presser to get your fifteen minutes of fame with me. Clearly, you’re a fan.

His lips were curled into a smirk.

JAKE: Alright. Let’s calm down for a second here folks. No need for anyone to be taking personal shots at each other. This is a professional setting. Let’s all keep it personal. Does anyone have a better question?

??: I do!

The voice was loud and booming compared to the others. As the man stood up out of the crowd and stepped forward to get attention.

PIERRE: I am Pierre. Own the wrestling website French Pro Wrestling Media. We cover all things wrestling. But I do have a compelling question. This one too is for you, Jayden. This week you got a big matchup in the tournament. Some would say the toughest one. Considering your against Eiley and Mark Cross. How do you feel about sharing the ring with Cross?

JAYDEN: Who?

PIERRE: Two time Blast from the Past tournament winner. Former Heavyweight Champion. Quite the impressive name for SCW. You know Mark Cross.

JAYDEN: Do I really know? Is this person supposed to mean something to me?

PIERRE: I mean I just highlighted his big moments. World renowned pro wrestler. Very much a step up from Lyle Kasey Jr. It’s going to be different being in there with a seasoned veteran versus a relatively newcomer to the pro wrestling world. This doesn’t concern you? It doesn’t make you feel anything?

JAYDEN: Nah fam. I’m not worried about this dude. Y’all out here acting like I’m meant to be struck with fear over someone named the Dragon. Like are you truly that desperate to try and make me look bad for your own satisfaction? Dragons are always slayed in fairytales. This will be no different. Other than this is reality and not a fairytale. I got no problem slaying the Dragon and it’ll come with ease.

He was finding himself becoming annoyed with all these questions. This was suddenly feeling like a press run against him. Rolling his eye once more.

JAYDEN: This shit is a waste of my time. I’m out of here.

Right away Jayden snatched his bag of hot cheetos off the table and stood up. Right away walking past his fellow co workers and exited the stage. Leaving everyone in a bit of shock, as they didn’t expect that kind of response. This was a pretty firm statement made on the Brat’s end.




Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The sound and the vibration of the iPhone in his pocket could be heard and felt. Jayden rolled his eyes as walked down one of the streets of France. Reaching into his pocket and turning the homescreen on.

CHRISTIAN UNDERWOOD
iMESSAGE:
This Is Your 4th Reminder! PLEASE send our team a promo.
It’s part of your contractual obligations!


Reading the message across his phone screen. It only made the young twenty one year old roll his eyes a little more. There was a reason he had blown it off this entire time. It’s just not something he was interested in, but clearly he wasn’t going to be left alone. Unlocking his phone and pulling up the cameras right away. Hitting the button.

[ RECORDING ]

Last week I was prepared to be onto bigger and better things. More importantly, be prepared to put the focus on what brought me here in the first place. Didn’t see me making it out of the first round of this tournament. Considering I got saddled with dead weight, but of course it couldn’t be easy for me. Noooo... my dumb ass partner doesn’t know how to just embrace the fact she’s a loser at heart.

The scowl on his expression said all it needed to in that moment.

She just had to go out there last week and fight with all her little heart. It was pathetic to see. Honestly, it made me feel like I was going to throw up. You’re ass Diamond. Sooner you realize that the better, but I guess at the same time. I can’t be surprised. All you had to do was pin Harper’s shoulders to the mat. Not exactly like it’s a difficult thing to do. Harper serves no purpose other than being a punching bag with the occasional lucky victory every now and then.

For a brief moment there was a smirk on his expression. For no other reason than he clearly enjoyed shading Harper. At this point the kid had been on the roster a few weeks and was doing everything he could to become public enemy number one.

But this week, this week. Oh this week is going to be something completely different. This week I’d like to say that you’re more than screwed, Diamond. That’s without me refusing to give a helping hand. Cause trust me when I tell you. Things aren’t going to be any different this week. I don’t intend to have your back. When you’re looking for a tag. I can guarantee I won’t be there. Better suck it up now buttercup. But the point I am trying to make is you’re going to have to deal with Eiley on the other side of the ring.

Now I’ve got far better things to do than to go out there and look up every little thing that Eiley has ever accomplished. Truth be told, I don’t give a shit enough to waste my time doing that. But what I do know is that she’s superior to you in every single way Diamond. Blonde? Tight body? Attractive? That’s a triple threat right there. Buries you six feet right off the rip. But before you say none of that matters because I already know your dumb ass kind, Diamond.


Each word was filled with spite and venom. All of which was being aimed right at the woman that was his partner. This was going to paint a pretty clear picture to the fans. If last week wasn’t already clear enough with how he conducted himself..

You’re going to bring up the wrestling aspect of things. And again, Eiley triumphs you there as well. She’s got the background. She’s got good training. She’s had someone show her the ropes. And even though the only thing she’s ever truly done around here is hold tag team championships. I’d still take her over you as a wrestler any day of the week. Now granted when Eiley’s ego gets crushes and she finds out she’s not as good as she thinks.

And when she finds herself with another L added to her name. We’re going to see Eiley running for the hills once again. After all her ego is the most fragile thing about her, but at this time. At this moment. Dealing with you, Diamond. She’s not going to have to worry about taking a L. As a matter of fact, if you haven’t caught on to what I am saying. Once Climax Control rolls around on Sunday. It’s you: Diamond, that’s going to be pinned by Eiley for this to come to an end.

Once that happens Diamond. Rest assured, I’m going to be the first one to point and laugh. I’m going tobe the first one to tell you. I told you so. I’m going to mock you every chance I get from that point forward. Because I knew from day one you weren’t worthy of being my tag partner. To not have to put up with the endless trolling. Probably a good idea for you to go crawl back under the rock you came out from. Either way though, you won’t be my issue anymore.


That’s when a true smug smirk crossed his expression. Very much similar to his father.

But of course there’s still the other half of the match. There’s still the man that I am going to be standing across when the time comes. The one they call Mark “The Dragon” Cross. Out of everyone in this tournament. You’re the man with the most experience. You’ve won two of these stupid things. Not only did you win two of them.  One of those wins you ever managed to carry someone to a victory with the last name Steele.I could only imagine that it’s a distant relative of the dumb twat I got saddled up with.

However, the thing about your two wins is this Marky-Mark. You’re the second person to ever win two of them, but more importantly than that. You’re the only person in history to win two of them back to back. No one can take that from you. Even if someone else manages to do it. You were the first. It’s something to take pride in. It’s something to brag about. It’s something to add to that accolade list. It’s impressive --- but it’s only impressive for someone like you, I guess.


From the hint of sarcasm in his voice. He was going to have people wondering where that was going to go. Luckily for the people that would tune in for this promo. They wouldn’t have to wait too long for him to express how he truly felt.

I say impressive for someone like you. Because you keep coming back to this shit hole tournament. It’s the only thing you seem to excel at here under the Sin City Wrestling banner. Sure, you can talk about your one reign as the SCW World Heavyweight Champion. At least on your second time winning you actually went on to capture the big one. But it took you a second try. That’s how you know your mid as fuck. Because if you were as good as you want people to believe.

You’d be a two-time Heavyweight Champion. You’d gone on to other divisions. Held other championships. You’d be a certified legend amongst these halls. And would likely even be a Hall of Famer here since this place seems to have the standards so low on what makes someone Hall of Fame worthy. But you aren’t that good. You found one thing you’re solid at. One little niche. You stuck to it and then when the praise wore off from it. You disappeared into the world of obscurity.


The street lights from the sidewalk he walked down were really providing an aurora to him as he spoke those words. The clear lack of respect continues to ooze out with each word..

But let me guess. That’s going to be triggering for you right? Are you going to be the type to spout off at the mouth about all the titles you won outside of this place? Because if so, cool story bro. It doesn’t mean shit. Well let me rephrase that. I’m sure you can tell all your twitter hoes your world title stories and they’re creaming themselves like it’s something impressive. You might be able to tell a few people in the SCW locker room and have them slobbering all over you.

But not me. I’m someone that lives in the now. Someone that lives in the moment. If you aint doing shit here, then fuck off homie. I’m not impressed and I don’t care about your boring ass stories. That are most likely just made up in your head and never actually happened to begin with. But maybe that’s where I’m looking at it all wrong. Maybe I’m the idiot for thinking that in-the-now matters. Maybe I’m the moron that thinks that you’re only as good as you claim if you’re proving right this second.

And maybe just maybe, I’m the dumbest person on earth for thinking that since this is a professional wrestling company and we’re in a pro wrestling match that it should be the focal point. Instead I should be quaking in my boots and I should be seeing you as the biggest threat I’ve ever had in any situation. Because after all I’m going to be in the ring with a former NFL running back for Oakland or should I say the new Las Vegas Raiders. Oh Em Gee! Greatness is upon us.


He made himself sound like a fool there. With the over exaggerated facial expressions with his words.

I hope you caught on to the sarcasm, Mark. I don’t give a flying fuck that you played in the NFL. Clearly, you weren’t very good to be turning to this sport. Like so many of you CTE fucks have done in the past. Once that NFL money runs out. Since none of you know how to make proper good investments. Even though you all crossover. None of you are ever any good either. So, can’t say I’m surprised that you’re mediocre at best. And why the hell would you claim that accolade? Dawg, it’s the Raiders. When was the last time they were ever good?

At this point the only thing they’re known for is being the team that California didn’t want.  Vegas got settled with. Those poor saps. Oh and the other thing they’re known for is being the 49ers personal bitches. You know it’s true. I know it’s true. The entire NFL fan base knows it's true. But you know what Mark? Let me put it into the simplest of terms. It’s a shame for you that it has to go this way, but by the time I’m done embarrassing you. Your wrestling career is going to be dead, just like that NFL career. It’ll be so dead that people are going to call me O.J. The Juice Is Loose, again!


While looking right at the little lens on his iPhone. Jayden made sure there was a little wink that left him. Knowing fully that the comment was more than out of pocket. But this is what Christian wanted, right? A promo that hyped the match. They didn’t send him guidelines, so fuck it if it crossed a line.

I get it though man. I truly get it. You probably never had someone talk to you this way. Hard pill to swallow and all. Considering you’re known as the Dragon right? You’re meant to strike fear into people. You’re meant to be fierce, known for going to battle, and being difficult to overcome in the end. Like a final boss so to speak. You burn everything down in your path just to succeed. Your reputation is meant to speak for itself.  But clearly, I don’t see any of that in you. Instead all I see is me DRAG-ON my nuts all across your face like the bitch you truly are! But honestly at the end of the day Mark...

You should consider yourself lucky. Sure, once we’re in the ring with each. I’m going to slap you around to the point people are going to think you owe me money. Cause you know pimpin’ aint easy. However at the end of the day. You get a win. You get to move on. You get to be one step closer to being a three time Blast from the Past winner. All because of who your partner is. Another little feather to stick in your cap. As long as you remember you just weren’t actually good enough to beat me in a setting where it matters.


That’s when Jayden found himself stopping at the end of the street he was on. Letting his eyes narrow just a little bit. Before those final words began to part from his lips.

At the end of the day. I held up my end of the bargain. I used this tournament to get my foot in the door. I showed up every week I was booked. And when I had to get in the ring. I showed I was the real deal. That’s all I ever had to do. But it’s been real. I know it’s over. I’m at peace with it. Because that’s what I want. Just understand one thing: Sin City Wrestling.

I said I came here for a reason. I’ve got an agenda. Got a couple things I need to do. Couple of people to get even with. And some of you from this tournament will have no choice but to see me again and when you do. It won’t be with me having a useless sack of shit tied to my back weighing me down. Nah, instead it’ll just be me choking you out and sending you into the light where you belong.


His lips remained in that arrogant like smirk of his. Knowing that he once again had made himself an enemy amongst his peers. Knowing that he likely would have a major target on his back, but deep down inside that’s what he wanted.

[ END RECORDING ]

Once again he had tapped his thumb against the button. The recording came to an end and the video instantly saved in his camera reel. The mindset now being he did his job, he fulfilled those “obligations”, and now the powers that be could get off his nuts. However they were just going to have to wait a little longer based on his spiteful nature. His journey down the street resumed.
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Climax Control Archives / The Raven Tournament Continues...
« Last post by Peter Vaughn on May 10, 2024, 05:31:55 PM »
~As the shot slowly comes up, we can see the bright near-summer sun shining in the blue sky. The camera begins to lower downwards, leaving the scorching sun to show us what appears to be an old-time Western scene. Two men are walking away from each other on a dusty street, eventually reaching the required paces and turning to face each other. One is wearing a white cowboy hat and what appears to be a sheriff's badge. The other is in all black, his hand drifting over to his side.~

Sheriff: We've had far too much trouble from you for too long. Your days of law-breaking and causing havoc are over!

~The man in black raises his head, allowing us to see his face as he continues to keep his hand at his side.~

Peter Vaughn: Some things never end, Sheriff.

~The sheriff prepares himself, taking a deep breath. Between them, a tumbleweed drifts across the road, bouncing to the other side.~

Sheriff: I won't let an evil man like you destroy my town, Vaughn.

Peter Vaughn: You act as if you have a choice, Sheriff. You also act like this is YOUR town. It's all mine, Sheriff. But you're right about one thing: I am an evil man. Goodbye.

~Vaughn draws his pistol, with the sheriff reacting at the same time. Both men point and fire, the shots echoing throughout the street. The sheriff staggers back, holding his arm, dropping his gun to the ground. But it's Vaughn that falls backwards, lying flat in the middle of the street. The crowd gathered to the side gives a loud cheer, celebrating the demise of the 'villain'. The sheriff nods to them, retrieving his gun, and then walks over to Vaughn's prone body.~

Sheriff: Time to take your bows, boss.

~After a moment, Vaughn sighs, then pushes himself off the ground, standing up next to the 'sheriff'. The two men give short bows to the crowd, with the sheriff going over to talk to the crowd. Vaughn, meanwhile, walks away, to where Sadie Anderson, his fiancé, is waiting. She gives him a mock applause of her own.~

Sadie Anderson: You died very well there, sweetheart.

Peter Vaughn: I really wish Trent would let me stay 'dead' a little longer, though. It spoils the illusion to get up so quick.

Sadie Anderson: I think Trent just wants to get it over with. But you're a natural. You should really consider those acting proposals you keep getting in the mail.

Peter Vaughn: Eh, all they want is for me to be the sinister villain, and usually the most disgusting one they can find. I mean, really, they have all the characters of the X-Men, and they offer me a rebooted Toad? That's just insulting. I could pull off Mimic if they let me, it'd be awesome, having all of those powers at once.

Sadie Anderson: Well, who knows, maybe something else will come in. At least we're making people happy here today.

~Vaughn shakes his head, stepping further to the side and making sure none of the crowd is too close to them before continuing.~

Peter Vaughn: I still don't get why we're doing this. I mean, are we really getting much from turning my ranch into a western for a day?

Sadie Anderson: Trust me, Peter, we need the positive news stories right now. After the lawsuit that nearly cost us the PMV Ranch and the destruction that burned down two of our barns, it was a blessing to get offered this opportunity. The people of Dallas need to see you as more of a benevolent ranch owner, so that they'll support us in the future.

Peter Vaughn: I don't know if my being the villain getting shot is going to help with that reputation.

Sadie Anderson: They DID offer for you to be the sheriff.

Peter Vaughn: Eh, I look terrible in white.

~Sadie laughs, before dusting Vaughn off. She smiles at him, tipping his cowboy hat back so she can lean in and give him a kiss.~

Sadie Anderson: To me, you'll always be my Sheriff, Peter.

~Sadie then walks off, as Vaughn removes his hat, scratching at his head.~

Peter Vaughn: I'm not even sure what that means...

Cameraman: Hola, Mr. Vaughn!

~Vaughn turns, hearing the shout of his faithful cameraman. It's a little bit of an "Inception" effect, seeing the cameraman on camera, approaching with his camera, but we soon get through it, as the shot shifts from whatever was shooting previously (a drone, perhaps?) to the cameraman's angle. He focuses on Vaughn, making sure to get a good shot as Vaughn places a slightly fake smile on his face.~

Peter Vaughn: Hello there. You enjoying yourself there... partner?

Cameraman: I guess. Your guy over there is charging too much for the burgers, though. And why burgers? Why not something more Western-themed?

Peter Vaughn: Everything cost more nowadays, not sure what else I can tell you. Plus, who doesn't love a good burger from a ranch?

Cameraman: Wait... are they from one of your... cows?

~The cameraman sounds a little concerned, as he turns the camera over to show further down the street... where it appears some of Vaughn's cattle has been brought in to be a sort of 'petting zoo' for Dallas youngsters. But Vaughn just laughs it off, as the camera comes back to face him.~

Peter Vaughn: Would it matter either way? You know where they come from, after all. Unless it's an "Impossible Burger" or something, it involved cattle at some point.

~It's a truth a lot of people try to avoid in their minds, and the cameraman is no exception. He clears his throat, opting to change the subject instead of continuing to talk about it.~

Cameraman: So how are you feeling this week, after getting yet another victory over Matthew "The Raven" Knox in the SCW Blast From The Past Tournament?

~Vaughn's smile fades somewhat, as he remembers how the match went down two weeks ago.~

Peter Vaughn: If I'm honest... it really wasn't that satisfying. Knox and I have had some great battles in the past, and I know when he's fully invested in the war. This time, it felt clear that he wasn't in the right state of mind. As pleasurable as it is getting a clean pinfall on him, I didn't feel like celebrating that much afterwards. It's like thinking you're going to play Michael Jordan and you end up facing Michael Vick instead.

~The camera shakes for a second, probably due to the cameraman's confusion.~

Cameraman: I think you mixed up a couple of sports there, Mr. Vaughn.

Peter Vaughn: Exactly.

Cameraman: But... I.... well, okay. So you at least made it to the Quarterfinals of the tournament with Bobbie Dahl. That's a step up from last year, wasn't it?

Peter Vaughn: True. Of course, it also means that now Bobbie and I have to defend our championships in the tournament. But we knew that was coming, as it's part of the risk of wanting to win it all. I just wish the higher-ups weren't against us.

Cameraman: Against you? What are you talking about?

Peter Vaughn: Come on, man. Don't let yourself be blinded. Do you really think that Knox was randomly chosen as my opponent, after signing up specifically to face me? And then you really believe that the team that was 'randomly' put together two years in a row, the "favorites" of the tournament going in, just happened to get selected as our opponents in the next round? And it involving another Raven, to boot? I don't think so. This is a ratings maneuver, pure and simple, which is really a shame. We would have made a great Final pairing.

Cameraman: I'm pretty sure it was a random draw, Mr. Vaughn.

~Vaughn just shakes his head as if saying to himself, "You poor little sheep". He then steps to the side, leaning his back against the post of the building behind him.~

Peter Vaughn: Well, it doesn't matter either way. Bobbie and I were put together as a dream team, so we're going to have to take down every squad in our path to make it to the end anyway. I have plenty of experience defeating Ravens, so I don't mind taking that trip one more time. I'm sure Bobbie has no qualms about smacking down Callaway as well, proving once and for all that WE should be considered the true favorites of this tournament. This is ours to win, and we're not going to let this opportunity get away from us.

~He looks down at his waist, as if picturing the Internet Championship belt sitting there. Of course, he wouldn't wear it to an event like this... well, more accurately, Sadie wouldn't LET him wear it to an event like this.~

Peter Vaughn: I will say this. I'm glad it's someone like Alexander competing for my belt. I faced a lot of unworthy challengers when I continued my epic Roulette Title reign, and I was hopeful that it wouldn't be the same in the Internet Division. Clearly, it's not going to be, as only the best of the best will be moving forward throughout the tournament. And I thrive on competition. It makes me a stronger wrestler. It makes me  more dangerous wrestler. It makes me... a little more of a devious wrestler. There's something about having to put out all the stops against the top competition, isn't there? Well, I guess you wouldn't know, would you?

~Vaughn glances at the cameraman, who says nothing, although he probably didn't appreciate the comment. Vaughn takes no notice, though, as he's returned his view to the street... focusing on a man walking away from him. The man is adjusting a white cowboy hat on his head, making sure it's not going to fly off in the Texas wind. Vaughn watches him go, his eyes narrowing, before he turns back to the camera.~

Peter Vaughn: Well, my friend, it looks like I should probably get back to work. Sadie's going to have her hands full with a bunch of junior high kids bussing in for the event. I suppose I should definitely help her out.

~The cameraman nods, which we can see in the image, and Vaughn hurries off... heading away from where the man earlier came from. The cameraman follows Vaughn for a second, as if puzzled.~

Cameraman: But, uh, Mr. Vaughn... the parking lot's the other way! Mr. Vaughn?

~Vaughn doesn't stop, heading off, as the cameraman confusedly waits there. He starts mumbling to himself.~

Cameraman: I do TOO know the thrill of competition... every Thursday at Trivia Night. It's intense...

~Having bolstered his own confidence, the cameraman heads off, shutting down his feed.~



So let's talk about details.

You and I, Alexander, have faced in a singles match exactly one time, I believe. Yes, we also fought in a cluster of a match at Summer Xxxtreme XI, but considering neither of our teams came out ahead in that one, I think it's best just to focus on that singles contest. It's an interesting one, no doubt, as you were the #1 Contender to the Sin City Heavyweight Title at the time, and you thought you could use me as an example to make J2H quiver in his boots.

It didn't work that quite that way, did it?

No, you took your eyes off the ball. You decided to have a little stare-down with J2H. It was a fatal mistake. One Keyholder later, and I added another Raven to my List of the Vanquished. And I'm sure you said to yourself that the win didn't matter, because you were distracted. It didn't matter, because you still got to move forward and lose to J2H at December 2 Dismember. It didn't matter, because you moved on.

But it mattered to me, Lex.

You see, my defeating of the #1 Contender to the Heavyweight Title should have been a monumental moment. It should have been the boost that put me into the main event, possibly making it a Triple Threat. But instead, it became me getting placed in a match with J2H with less than a week to prepare. And did you return the favor? Did you come down to distract J2H, trying to get under his skin like he did yours? No. You stayed away. You cowered in the back, and I ended up taking a clean loss to J2H.

I'm still bitter about it.

Not about the loss, because that night, J2H was the better man. No, I'm bitter because I was focused on leaving the Roulette Division behind and jumping into the Heavyweight battles. I was ready to launch myself into the stratosphere and go for another World Championship. But my confidence admittedly got shaken by that loss, sending me in a mild tailspin. I lost to J2H. I dropped the Roulette Title after 288 days. I even lost to Finn Whalen in the tournament, taking another hit to my confidence.

And I truly believe that none of that would have happened if you hadn't pulled me into your little head games with J2H.

But as you can see, Lexi, I've recovered. I'm now the Internet Champion, having taken down poor Milo to claim his gold. I've gotten myself respectable again. I found a great tag-team partner in Bobbie Dahl, with the two of us primed to make a run the likes of which nobody has ever seen before. I've restored myself to glory, even if to do that, I had to drop down one division for the rebuild. But that's fine. I didn't fall back into the depths of Roulette. I moved forward. I bettered myself.

But what have you done, Alex?

Have you recovered at all since losing to J2H, just like I did?

Let's look at the tapes and see.

Well, you lost in the first round of the tournament to Goth, getting knocked out earlier than I did. You lost the Blood Bath Brawl to Ben Jordan at My Bloody Valentine. Then after making a big deal out of your battles with Jordan, trying to act like a conspiracy bully, you got your ass beat by him yet again. Really, your only notable wins as of late involved your tag-team partner saving your bacon and getting the pinfalls. Honestly, Alexis, I'm not seeing many signs of a rebound here. I think the PTSD of losing to J2H is still haunting you.

Which I can understand. Losing to him stings.

But you can't just force your tag-team partner to do all your fighting for you, Raven. You have to take some responsibility for the fighting ahead of you. I've done that, by pinning Knox's shoulders to the mat in the first round. But you, you couldn't even keep your hands tight on Jamie Dean, letting him slip away from you after he nearly got the pin. Really, Jamie should have stayed in there. Maybe his team could have won.

After all, it's pretty clear that you're the weak link on the team, Alex.

That's why I'm going to do everything in my power to keep you in there. I'm going to hit you with everything I've got, and try every fast pin I can manage, because I want to make sure that we take full advantage of your weaknesses. I want you to have to apologize to Calloway afterwards, saying that you should have never tagged yourself in.

You're the key to our victory, Raven.

Because until you can finally put December 2 Dismember out of your head and move forward in life, like I have... you're just going to continue to fail. And I plan on enjoying the fact that I'll be making that happen.




~As we return to the ranch, aka the 'western town' today, we see Sadie Anderson making her way down the street. She's looking in both directions, searching for someone, and it's pretty easy to guess who she's looking for. After a few moments, she pulls out her radio and makes a call to the rest of the staff.~

Sadie Anderson: Hello, this is Sadie. Has anyone seen Peter? Or Trent? The kids are here, and I've got them doing some quick arts & crafts in the cafeteria, but I'd really like to set up the next show.

~Sadie clicks off the radio, although she did the cardinal sin of not saying "Over". Then again, not too many people worry about that nowadays, and neither do the staff.~

Man's Voice: I saw Trent near the parking lot smoking earlier. He was talking with this big guy in a suit. But I haven't seen him since.

Woman's Voice: Mr. Vaughn probably went for a beer at the little 'tavern' we set up.

Man's Voice: No, this is Cliff. I'm there now, and there's no sign of Mr. Vaughn here.

~Sadie shakes her head, looking a little concerned.~

Sadie Anderson: Well, everyone keep an eye out for them, okay? They have to be around here somewhere. I'm going to head back to the kids before they start to get out of control. Maybe they'll appreciate doing some calf roping...

~With that, Sadie connects the radio back to her belt, walking off as we hear a few more people say okay. She moves back up the street, slipping into the main building of the ranch hands, where the small cafeteria is located. She half-expects to see a food fight going on, but all of the children are sitting quietly to the side, listening to the man telling the story in front of them.~

Peter Vaughn: ... And then the hero rose up, managing to survive all of the evil plans that had been thrown against him. He climbed his way to the top of the ladder... and he claimed his prize.

Girl: A princess???

~All of the girls' eyes are lighting up, while most of the boys are less enthused. Vaughn thinks about it for a moment.~

Peter Vaughn: Well... let's just say something as precious as a princess, okay, dear? Oh, and speaking of a princess, hey, Sadie.

~Vaughn waves Sadie over, and she steps forward, very confused now.~

Sadie Anderson: Peter... what are you doing?

Peter Vaughn: Oh, you know, I'm just keeping these children occupied. Class, are we having a good time?

~There's a standard cheer you always hear from classes at events like this. Vaughn chooses to take the cheer at face value.~

Peter Vaughn: That's great, guys and gals. Hey, it's about that time, isn't it, Sadie? Time for the shootout?

~This gets the attention of many in the class, both boys and girls, as the majority want to see something exciting. Sadie clears her throat.~

Sadie Anderson: Well, uh, yes, it's around that time... but Peter, I...

Peter Vaughn: Shall we head out to the street, gang? Don't forget what I told you, okay? Be ready! Let's go!

~The kids cheer and head out, moving past Sadie, with a few teachers carefully moving in the background to stay with them. Vaughn watches them go, smiling, as Sadie steps up next to him.~

Sadie Anderson: Okay, Peter, we've got you, but I haven't been able to find Trent. I don't know if we can still stage the shootout again.

Peter Vaughn: Don't worry about Trent. He's in the medic's tent.

Sadie Anderson: The... the medic's tent?!?!

Peter Vaughn: Yeah, but he's okay. Anyway, let's go. I can't wait to see what happens at the shootout.

~Vaughn gets up, heading for the door, as Sadie takes a moment to pull on her hair for a moment, clearly stressed, before following after him. She may have no idea what Vaughn is up to, or what's going on... but she trusts him to find a way out of whatever's happening.~



Sometimes you just have to trust your partners.

I've had trouble with that in the past, I'll admit it. There's a reason I haven't had a great deal of success in the tag-team ranks. I've had to come to grips with the fact that I take some blame in that regard. But I'm working on it. I made 2024 the year of the tag, and I've had several victories in different feds, proving that it can be done.

Overall, though, I have to say I'm most confident now in having Bobbie Dahl as my partner.

Why, you may ask? Well, I think much of it should be fairly obvious. She's an SCW veteran now, set to go for her 30th victory this week in the fed. She's doing much like I did with my championship, as she's held the Bombshell Roulette Title since December 2023... when she defeated Alexandra Calaway for the belt at December 2 Dismember. The same PPV where you had your own disappointing loss, Raven.

From what I've seen lately, Bobbie's had Callaway's number.

In fact, wasn't it Bobbie's team who knocked you two out last year in the Blast From The Past Tournament? Wow, what a coincidence, right? Her partner then was Jack Washington, a man who I've taken down a few times now. Ergo, I'm an improvement over ol' Jack, which makes our team even more superior.

The odds just aren't in your guys' favor, are they?

But they sure were in mine when they randomly made Bobbie my tag-team partner. I guess, maybe that part WASN'T a conspiracy, huh?

Let's face it, Xander. Bobbie could easily handle her side of the match. In fact, I could probably let her take on Calaway like it was a singles match, and she'd most likely come out on top, even though I know it would be an extremely tough fight. I trust that she'd be able to complete that victory, knocking Calaway cold like she did when she won the title in the first place.

But I still see you as the easier path to victory.

I think it would take only a few near falls for you to start doubting yourself, losing that confidence that you claim to have in this tag-team. You'll let that uncertainty creep into your subconscious, lengthening your reaction, and then, when you least expect it... the Keyholder will fall. Maybe you feel the taste of Revenged... or you take the Plunge. Or, hell, maybe I just get you in a crucifix pin and hold you down long enough for the 3 count, just before your partner can get there to make the diving save.

I'm not pushy about how the victory happens, after all.

All that really matters, Raven, is that I make sure your team loses, knocking you from the tournament, preserving our championships... and sending us to the semi-finals. Will there be stronger teams ahead? Most likely. Will they be able to stop Dahl-Vaughn? Not a chance. The champs are going to continue to steamroll everyone like they're extras in an Austin Powers movie.

And for the second year in a row, you're going to just have to look Calaway in the eyes and say "I'm sorry. I wasn't good enough".

We'll have to see if she still trusts you after that, Alex.




~As we return to the scene, Vaughn has made his way out onto the street. He checks his pistol, turning it back and forth, before putting it back into his holster. Sadie is watching from the sidelines, knowing the kids are excited to see what happens. She looks back to the left, relieved at first to see a cowboy wearing a white hat walking forward. After a few moments, though, she squints in that direction, trying to see him clearer.~

Sadie Anderson: Hold on... that's not Trent!

~She quickly gets on the radio, moving to the side away from the kids.~

Sadie Anderson: Does anyone know who that guy is across from Peter? I don't recognize him.

~There is a chorus of No's that come through, as nobody seems to know who the man is. He's still playing the part of the Sheriff, though, as his badge can be seen, glinting on his vest.~

"Sheriff": Outlaw! Vaughn! Turn and face me!

~The man has a hand hovering over his pistol, as Vaughn looks his way, seemingly completely confident in everything that's happening.~

Peter Vaughn: If you insist... "Sheriff".

"Sheriff": We've had far too much trouble from you for too long. Your days of law-breaking and causing havoc are over!

~Vaughn raises his head up, still smiling.~

Peter Vaughn: Some things never end, Sheriff.

~The man takes a deep breath, steading himself. He's ready to draw his weapon. But Vaughn suddenly goes off-script.~

Peter Vaughn: Have you ever heard the story of the Wild Boar and the Fox, Sheriff?

"Sheriff": I... I don't...

Peter Vaughn: You should look into it. It's a good fable. It's all about... being prepared for your enemies.

~The man crooks his head, then reaches down, grabbing his pistol. But before the 'sheriff' can draw his gun, Vaughn lets out a yell.~

Peter Vaughn: Show him what you built, kids!!

~From both sides, the kids from the school rush forward, cheering. The man looks startled, leaving his gun away in the face of so many youths. They spin around him, quickly showing him that they put together a rope they all put together earlier!!! The man rocks for a second, stunned, but he starts to pull the weak rope apart in order to get free. Before he can manage it, though, he's knocked backwards by a flying Vaughn, who ko's him with a dropkick to the face!! The man is down, with Vaughn quickly wrapping his arms in what remains of the rope. Vaughn then looks around at the kids, smiling at them.~

Peter Vaughn: We did it! Way to go!!

~The kids all cheer, as Vaughn stands up, making sure to pull the man's pistol from him as he does so. The kids are doing a victory dance around the 'sheriff' now. Vaughn leaves them, walking over to Sadie, who still looks lost.~

Sadie Anderson: What was that? WHO was that? What's going on, Peter??

Peter Vaughn: We just had ourselves a little imposter is all, Sadie. He tried to take Trent's place. He should have brought his own hat. I got Trent that hat, it's custom-made. I recognized the symbol on it immediately.

Sadie Anderson: So... you knew that Trent was in trouble?

Peter Vaughn: I found him pretty quickly. He was out in the back of a pick-up. His cigarette was still smoking. So I got him to the medic's tent. I figured the guy was up to something, and I wanted to see what it was.

~Vaughn then shows Sadie the gun, with Sadie's face going pale.~

Sadie Anderson: He... he was going to shoot at you for real??

Peter Vaughn: I thought that was a possibility, but no, these are still blanks. I think he was actually just going to try and make us look bad... maybe by firing wildly at the crowd or something. Whatever it was, the kids and I put a stop to it.

Sadie Anderson: Wait... so you're saying you didn't know if he had live ammunition... and you sent the kids in anyway?

Peter Vaughn: ... You make that sound like a bad thing. Everything worked out, Sadie.

Sadie Anderson: Sometimes, Peter... I just don't know what to say.

Peter Vaughn: Just say that you love me as always. Oh, and say you'll call the police, I want this guy off of my land.

~Vaughn gives her a kiss, then walks off, possibly to go check on Trent. All Sadie can do is stare at the downed man for a moment before pulling out her radio to contact the security monitoring the event. Vaughn, for his part, just looks pleased with himself. He makes sure to scoop up Trent's hat off of the ground, knocking the dust off of it, as he walks away.~



All's well that ends well.

And Climax Control will end exactly how Bobbie and I expect it to go. You're going to falter, Raven, and you're going to watch him fall, Calaway. And after the 1-2-3, I hope you two agree to never partner together again. It should be clear after two consecutive tournaments that it's not worth the effort.

Bobbie and I are winning this tournament. We are taking down every team that stands in our way, from Sean Parker & Luna Pasilno to Mark Cross & Eiley. Even if it's Bobbie's husband, Artie, I won't let our team falter in our quest to lock this tournament down. I'll just let Bobbie beat the hell out of Kallie Reznik and we'll go on from there. We are going to earn the greatest accomplishment of my tag-team career, putting a tremendous trophy in my case. And from there, the eyes will turn towards the top of Sin City.

Because once I accomplish what you never could, Raven, winning the Blast From The Past Tournament, I'm going to continue to show you up... when I become the Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion.

I hope you'll appreciate the view from where you'll be sitting in the stands.

See you on Sunday, boyo.


14
Climax Control Archives / Breaking Ground.
« Last post by The Dragon on May 10, 2024, 05:10:49 PM »
PART 0 - PROLOGUE
12th September 2004

Aaaaaand it's been a hard day at the office for the Oakland Raiders as they face third down, right around midfield. 13-time Pro Bowler Jerry Rice has looked a shadow of his former self against this Pittsburgh secondary so far. Kerry Collins, under center with Cross in the backfield, one of their few attacking options, he’s averaging just over 4 yards a carry on the ground.

We had to get Sky TV…I guess you guys would call it cable in the States, just so we could watch Mark's games. They said it was a miracle, a Brit making the NFL, and for him to be starting? Almost unheard of…

Collins…hands off to Cross…and he BREAKS a tackle! Mark Cross off to the races…the 40…the 30…the 20, the 10…TOUCHDOWN RAIDERS!

…Mark used to make me sick when it came to sports, he had this natural ability to just pick things up, incredible hand-eye coordination. He never really had the competitive edge though, the drive to work on his fitness, or to put in extra practice, so he never really turned that into anything big, or special. I thought tennis was going to be his thing, that was what really stuck, but he hated singles matches. In that environment, there was nobody to blame but himself, so he’d get in his own head, lose confidence, beat himself before his opponent could.

The players run up to surround their number 24 as he brings Oakland within a field goal of tying the game, and one more quarter left to play. They’ve really had to fight for every inch out there.

It was when he went to Amsterdam to play NFL Europa…things changed. He was a different person entirely, it was work to him, he was getting paid at that point, so he treated it as such. He approached his work life just like I approached mine. It was as if he was being treated like a professional, so he acted as a professional. I don’t know if he felt the same about wrestling after that, or if it was just a permanent change in his mindset, but from that point nothing could stop him.

The Raiders didn’t get that field goal, they lost 24-21, but that British guy that started out a novelty became a workhorse, the kind of man a whole team could rely on, if they needed to, and that’s why I was so surprised the phone didn’t ring after his contract was up.

Knowing Mark though, he’d land on his feet. He always did.

I’ve always been proud of my son, I always will be, but some moments showed just how far he’d grown.

PART 1 - BREAKING GROUND
14th February 2022

Well…this was even worse than I thought it would be…

A white Aston Martin DB9 pulls through a gap in the steel temporary fence, the kind you only found in construction sites, into the empty parking lot, save for the SUV already parked there. A man we don’t recognise, dressed about as formally as you’d dare in the heat of the Miami sun, is already out of his vehicle, awaiting the new arrival.

As the driver of the Aston steps out, we see it’s a former SCW World Champion, and long-time Florida resident-

Mark Cross?

That’s me.

Will Riley, with Miami Dade County.

Hey Will - Sorry I’m late, traffic-

I mean, time is just a suggestion here, right?

That would have driven me crazy about living here…

That’s Miami things alright. So this is it, huh?

The pair spin around to survey the scene in front of them. A rather imposing-looking arena looms, although even at first glance it’s clear it’s in some state of disrepair. As for the rest of the plot, it appears derelict, like a construction project that had only just gotten off the ground, with the metal fencing we’d seen previously wrapping all around. Whatever masonry was left had been ‘tagged’ in graffiti by some street gang, probably Cuban, knowing the area, and the whole thing was certainly nothing to write home about.

A blank canvas…

So just to recap what I told you over the phone…this was slated to be the new home of the Miami Hooters arena football team, since they were going to need one after the Miami Arena was acquired, but Florida Broward County came in with a much better offer. That, plus Hooters were withdrawing as the title sponsor, so moving the team out to Sunrise made it a much more attractive prospect financially…

And the team wasn’t a big commercial success, if the rumours were true…so Miami-Dade had no reason to finish it.

Exactly, the arena was finished…kind of, we’ll talk about that later, but as for the infrastructure, nothing really happened.

Such a waste…

So I know all the back-and-forth with Planning and Zoning meant you weren’t going to get the team off the ground for next season, but with the city making enough event parking available nearby, it frees up the space on the site, and this parking lot is now where your practice facility is going to stand.

It was worth it, no point in compromising…

I’d rather get it right though, you know? Medical Center and Gym just behind?

Yup! It’ll take you right up to the boundary fence, but it fits. Then over there, the corporate offices. Everything you could ever want right here.

There were a lot of projects over the years that we thought about, and talked ourselves out of, one way or another. The time I nearly bought two go-karts for us to rebuild and race, even though neither of us cared all that much about racing, the thought of buying a classic bike, even with classic British weather meaning we’d never really get the chance to use it, just to name a few. There were never enough hours in the day, and there was no guarantee we’d get the use out of the time and the money we put in.

One Christmas though, Mark bought me this Flying V guitar kit I’d wanted for a while. I couldn’t play guitar, and to be honest even after 15 years of practice, it isn’t his strong suit either, but we were both drummers who wished we were guitarists, hence the fascination. He liked traditional guitars in boring colours, but I was all about bright and pointy. I went for what we used to call blackcurrant and licorice back in the day, purple sparkle, with black hardware. Looking at our guitar choices, you’d wonder which one of us was the father and which one was the son…

So…why a football team?

I mean it might not stay as just a football team, but to be honest, that’s where my background is, and I was already connected with the guys at the GFL, so it was a readily available route in. Plus, it’s something I know more about than other sports, besides wrestling of course, and you don’t need your own arena to put on a wrestling show, y’know?

There’s no money in football…

There’s no money in a lot of things. This is a passion project, something I can pour my energy into when, conceivably, my own sporting career draws to a close in the next couple of years, and hopefully it won’t make me go broke. Also, if we have this here, we can start to give back a little bit, in time, support the community a little.

Mark’s become a lot more thoughtful, the older he’s gotten. I just think he didn’t have a lot of perspective when he was younger, before he had a house to run and bills to pay. Plus, as an only child, he was pretty used to getting whatever he wanted, within reason. We indulged all his hobbies, the instruments he didn’t learn, the sports he’d pick up and then drop again a few months later, and since it just kept coming? He didn’t really have any grasp of what had to be done, sacrificed, given up to make that happen for him.

Galveston Island Wrestling started another brand out in New Orleans, where Mark was drafted. They were still very much reeling from Hurricane Katrina, and since he had nowhere to train? He bought a ruined building from an owner who couldn’t afford to fix it back up again, paid way over the odds for it, and restored it into a wrestling gym. Then he invited all the local kids in the community to come and ‘train’ there. It wasn’t that serious a lot of the time, an excuse to give out a few hours of free childcare to struggling parents…but it was at that point I knew he’d really started to understand what selflessness means.

That’s pretty admirable.

My parents taught me well, what can I say? They’d always put anyone else above themselves, even to their own detriment.

Are they here in Miami, your parents?

N-No...

Oh…well anyway…Now, let me show you the jewel in the crown of sorts…and the reason we made you sign that waiver…

As the two men begin to approach, the ‘jewel in the crown’ begins to reveal the ugly truth of it all. As we move around, it’s clear what the front side of the structure had been hiding, as Mark and Will have to gingerly step their way through what was left of a perimeter wall, now almost completely collapsed, giving complete access to the inside of the stadium itself.

Bloody Nora, Mark…it’s falling down…

Open plan design, very modern.

So it doesn’t exactly…

It’s perfect.

Yeah, it’s perfect.

But with a little...wait, it is!?

It’ll take a little bit of elbow grease, but we’ll get this place fixed up.

It’ll be a fun little project.

Well…uhh…okay, that was unexpected! Who were you talking to, by the way?

It’s…hey Will, mind if I have a few moments alone?

Uhh…sure! Meet you by the cars?

Meet you by the cars.

This would have driven Mark’s Mom and his now ex-wife Amanda crazy, honestly. We’d have walked around this place, mouths wide open, eyes lit up like a couple of kids at Christmas just thinking of all the potential this place could have had. Would it have taken far more work than we ever would have imagined? Yes. Would we have spent more than double the budget finishing it? Yes. Would we have been unable to sleep thinking of what we were going to work on next? Absolutely. Maybe it was a man thing, but we could see potential in something like this, while the women in our lives were the practical ones.

I would have loved to have worked on it with him…

As he stood, staring out onto the mounds of rubble that would have been the playing surface, Mark could feel himself nodding, almost involuntarily, as thoughts of the future flashed through his mind. As the camera begins to pull away, Mark remains just to the right, as if someone were standing there beside him, except there is nobody there to be seen.

It's not the same without you, Dad.

I miss you, matey. There’ll be a cuppa tea waiting when you finally get up here. Do this place proud for me.

I’ll do more than that. I’ll name a whole section after you…Can’t stay out of the limelight forever…

In Loving Memory
Keith Charles Cross
1960 - 2018
I couldn’t have done it without you…


PART 2 - FATHER AND SON DAY
9th May 2024

We find ourselves somewhere familiar, although…altogether different. As the camera pans around from the upper deck, we are standing inside an arena, and as the goalposts, the gridiron and the endzones come into focus, we realise that it’s set up for football. If you’ve ever set foot in an NFL, or even some college stadiums, it’s clear that this place isn’t the biggest, but it looks modern, new, and impressive nonetheless. The word “DRAGONS” is emblazoned in bold black font against a dark purple backdrop, covering the artificial turf at both ends. The boards that surround the field follow the same colour palette, as two Chinese-style dragons wrap around, as if ready to snake around the fans that would be seated above them.

Once tired, red and white plastic seating had been completely ripped out and replaced, each one now purple, with plush fake-leather black padding for all, even those in the cheap seats. The once-collapsed south corner wall, originally a point of access for vandals, urban explorers and rough sleepers alike, was now structurally integral again, and from its roof hung a scoreboard and jumbotron, which was mirrored at the opposite end.

The soft hum of air conditioning whirred overhead, protecting all inside the enclosure from the 90 degree plus heat, and the 90% plus humidity that was commonplace for Florida at this time of year.

As the camera spins around, we find ourselves face to face with Mark “The Dragon” Cross, who has taken a seat in one of the many empty rows, assessing the scene.

Welcome to The Lair, everyone. It’s taken over two years, but we only finished the damn thing! Right now we’re seated on the Keith Cross Memorial Terrace, the best seats in the house here in Miami, Florida. The season kicks off in September, the girls will be here from…ooh…this Friday to start training camps, and it won’t be long before you’ll be able to watch the Miami Dragons in their inaugural season in the Gladiatrix Football League. The irony isn’t lost on me that what was once intended to be the home of the Miami Hooters is going to show what’s essentially lingerie football…but let me tell you the brand of football these girls play make my time in the NFL look soft. The rulebook? Can probably fit on a single page PDF, and I can promise you, if you want to see girls fuck each other up in the name of sport and entertainment? This place will make Blast from the Past look like child’s play.

I’m looking at you Kate…Diamond…Lohan…Steele…whatever your name is now! No seriously, I feel sorry for poor Kate. Oh bloody fucking hell, not this guy to eliminate me from Blast from the Past again, the British are supposed to stick together! Last time I let her get all the way to the final before I pulled that rug from under her feet and this year, it’s going to happen even earlier. Yeah…I may have insinuated she was a bad parent back then…just maybe…and I may have called a few of her family members mini-Mikah’s…cause, you know, Jet City…but even I can admit she knows a lot about winning here. You never know what you're gonna get…not just because she changes names like I change underwear, but on her day? Bombshell champion material.

On others? Well…we’ll take our second round win and move on, thank you very much.

See…Diamond suffers something that a lot of big names in the last decade of Sin City Wrestling history have in common, and that’s something we’ll definitely be touching on before we’re done here…but I will say Kate, hopefully no hard feelings whatever happens…I signed her sister Sapphire for the Dragons, she’s playing Wide Receiver for us, hopefully she’s gonna ball out for us, isn’t gonna drop passes out of hate for me and what I did at Vimy Ridge, that sort of thing.

Now, as much as I’d love to wax lyrical about my new venture, now isn’t the time, because Blast from the Past is where my focus is dialled in right now. I mean first of all, was anyone surprised that another PuppyPalace graduate had more bark than bite? No? Me neither. Aiden Reynolds was exactly what he promised to be, a disappointment. A pretender, who proved exactly why he’s wishing so hard for his Hall of Fame induction, because it’s nothing more than a pipedream, something so far from reality, that he’s like a freshman in high school pinning a Bugatti to his dream board. Yeah…maybe…but a whole lot of pieces need to fall into place before that happens. He’s trying to run before he can crawl.

It did have some interesting side effects though…and when washed former World champions need to use the “Forgot Password” function on their Twitter account just to make a comment (the last time they said something it wasn’t called X yet, I don’t think)…or when your opponent cares more about clarifying their living situation than they do about the match? It’s a sign of just how effective your mind games have been. I wouldn’t be surprised if Fenris has re-doubled his efforts in the gym since last week too…but let’s all remember I’m just out here playing the game, right? Trying to ruffle feathers, shake a few cages, that kind of thing. If you want nothing but pure fact? I’d recommend National Geographic, or the History channel, not Mark Cross talking about his next opponent. When it comes to probing for a reaction? There will be creative licence used. I won’t apologise for that, because like it or not, it’s part of the game.

If you’re weak-minded enough that it triggers you? Well…that’s kind of on you. OTHER PEOPLE THINK UR STUPID TOO LOL. Good one Alex.

Now, whether you call me boring, or stupid, or annoying, I can also tell you, I’ve undoubtedly been called a Swifty, and maybe you can blame my friend Taylor for The Tortured Poets Department and all the new material, but I’ve been thinking a lot about song lyrics lately.

Now I'm down bad crying at the gym…everything comes out teenage petulance…fuck it if I can't beat him…

I remember the Michael Harris situation. I remember the spell of dominance that ]was brewing, watching the same old names bounce in, and bounce out again disappointed. I also remember the phone calls I didn’t take, the voicemails I deleted before I’d even gotten to the end. The increasing vigour as certain powers that be tried to get me to come back. It was J2H that did the deed in the end, an expensive, but effective mercenary for hire. See dominance only flies for so long, in most any sport. Max Verstappen and Red Bull, anyone? The sporting element of wrestling means we can be victims of it too, the cream rises to the top, the best man holds the title, and that continues until they can be bested in hand-to-hand combat. It’s that, the real nature of the fight, that keeps me hungry, keeps the fire burning. I can’t stand the business aspect, but it exists. It’s why we, as a sport, can continue to exist.

Same fish, same pond, and you know what? Those fish? Often they don’t get bigger, stronger, or more talented. It’s usually the other way around, they take knocks to their confidence with each failure, their bodies start to wear down, their resolve starts to wane as they look at the beautiful houses, beautiful lives, beautiful partners wrestling earned them and they start to think maybe, just maybe they don’t need that World championship anymore. All the while, the shows sell less tickets, don't gain the streaming audience, and don't shift that sweet sweet merch. Unfortunately, that was Sin City’s problem, not mine.

I mentioned earlier that Diamond shares a trait with a lot of the bigger names to come through the company in recent years…and it’s something they have in common with my opponent, too. They lose that motivation.

There’s that saying…you can do anything you set your mind to, and I truly believe that. How many people do you know in life, who say they *should* lose some weight, or they *should* quit smoking, and what happens to these people? They’re the ‘fad’ dieters, cutting out one vital nutrient at a time on rotation, following whatever that the latest dude on TikTok told them is bad…they’re that friend that says quitting smoking is easy…because they do it a hundred times a year. They look for shortcuts, and if they can’t find one? They weren’t committed enough, so they’ll accept the failure. The guys and girls that have been there and done it here once before? They’ve already achieved it, ticked the box. You look at Fenris, he runs off to Iceland…Mikah hides out in Hawaii…Ben Jordan hangs out in the pub, I dunno, but it's all just downtime, rest and relaxation, that shift from I WILL train or I NEED to train switches to I PROBABLY SHOULD train playing out in real time.

I’m not made up the same as them. I don’t have any off-days, because I don’t have a single off-day in my preparation. The longest I ever took off in one sitting? 12 weeks. Do you think, after 12 weeks off, I came back at top level? Of course I didn’t, I was rusty, I had to re-discover muscle memory. Taking bumps against the mat hurt more than they used to, knocked the wind out of me more than before. Bouncing off the ropes left me battered and bruised for days after, while my body built up the callouses it lost while I was out. Did I still pick up wins, sure I did, I had to dig deep…but in those three months with my torn ACL, I couldn't eat, drink and sleep wrestling the way I had for a decade or more. I could feel the difference.

What you see is what you get with me. I’m not some boom-bust guy in a purple patch, who looks unbeatable for maybe a year, maybe less, trying to dine out on that past success. Using the fear factor of what their name used to mean, what they once achieved, to psych out their opponents. The problem with that? Some are hungry. Some are talented. Some are hungry and talented, and some, in my case? A World Championship level performer, still running in their prime.

There is no probably should in my mind…but there is in yours Jayden. Tell me you're living in your father's shadow without telling me you’re living in your father’s shadow, as you talk about how you *should* become a wrestler, because you’re Michael Harris’ boy. You *should* come to Sin City Wrestling for revenge, because of someone else’s history, someone else’s career. Do you see the problem here?

When you first announced to us all that you didn’t want this, that you didn’t care, I found it laughable, I wondered why you even bothered honestly, why you’d blow the chance to work with…as annoying as she is…with Kate, Diamond, whatever, who’s gotten to a Final, who’s worked at the top level here, and then it all starts to make sense. You’re here because you *should* be here, you’re SCREAMING IT in our faces, that you’re here not because you want to be, but because you feel some obligation, and with that attitude, you won’t quit smoking, you won’t lose that beer gut, you won’t progress any further in this tournament.

In fact, you need a whole attitude adjustment, since you act like you’re nothing more than a jumped up little arsehole who’s had it far too easy…people who love you, for some reason, even while you shout them down for doing something nice for you, while they beg for footnotes in the story of your life…you treat your fans with contempt, while, let’s face it, you need to keep coming out to see you, because there’s no way you’d be caught dead working in front of ten people just because you love the game, right?

Right. You need to feed off the energy from the arena, because you can’t hype yourself up on your own steam.

You don’t have it in you, pal. You don’t want this tournament, you don’t want the World title shot, you don’t want this life, and you’re young and dumb enough that you come out and admit it before you even start. That’s fine by me, your wish is my command, because I’ll be more than happy to put you out of your misery, personally. I get it, having the weight of the surname that you share, the legacy that another Harris managed to build here, that must be hard for you. It could be a positive thing too of course…that’s some role model to have if…you know…you ACTUALLY wanted the chance to compete at the top level, but I feel like you have to be careful what elements you do take, and which ones you forge your own path on.

Did you ever know that you’re my hero…you’re everything I would like to be…I can fly higher than an eagle…because you are the wind beneath my wings…

When we walked into the crematorium behind my Dad’s coffin, we had Bette Midler playing, because my Dad taught me everything I needed to know about life. Some of those lessons, I maybe didn’t learn until after he was gone, but every one was beyond valuable. To be humble, to be selfless, to work hard…all went into shaping me into the person, the wrestler, the champion I am up to now.

My Dad taught me everything I needed to know. Yours? Maybe the only things he can show you…are the things that can’t be taught.

Now my Dad, he wasn’t a wrestler, there’s difference number one. Remember last week, Duffy Wrestling League, how it was a surprise that I was a first generation guy? The business wasn’t in my blood. He wasn’t an athlete, either, not really. He liked to run, liked to get a good neck workout on the tennis court, watching me knock winners past him, anything to keep himself in some kind of shape, and he was one of those men who seemed to have an endless supply of energy, the kind who could do a whole day of work, get caught in traffic on the way home, and still want to go and kick a ball around with me at the end of it all.

He seemed invincible.

He wasn’t rich, but we never went without.

He wasn’t famous, but the people who knew him best seemed to feel the huge loss of his presence. He was revered by those who knew him, who loved him.

He didn’t have a college degree. He didn’t come from money. He didn’t have anything made for him. He worked every day of his life, for the same company, for forty-two years. Everything he had, he earned, through hard work.

What did the great Michael Harris teach you, Jayden? I’m sure not that nasty attitude of yours, but what was it…to dominate? That’s all well and good, except one thing you might be lacking there is the skill-set. You’re still raw, inexperienced, impulsive, emotional. You’re what took him a decade or more of honing his craft. Try to soar to the same heights, in the same way, and you could turn into an Icarus that flew too close to the sun. What else might you have borrowed from him, a plan to rule the roost, to suck the life out of a whole division, make them need to call in outside help to stop you? That sounds great and all, except that takes a whole lot of commitment, and you don’t have the drive for that. You don’t even give a flying fuck if you win the tournament, a LightningLane to your favourite ride at Disney, and there’s the problem. You don’t want to put in the ground work.

You lack your Dad’s best qualities, buddy. If you feel like you’re the guy to do his dirty work, then you’re very sorely mistaken.

You see I’ve faced plenty of ‘prodigal son’ types in my time, this isn’t unfamiliar territory for me at all. Again, you might have seen it last year, the son of a legend, beating his chest like he was the leader of the locker room, the second coming of a wrestling messiah, all while letting down the people who believed in his bullshit, left and right. Those with chips on their shoulders almost as large as the big dark shadow of their ancestors that loom over them wherever they go, and you know what? That plays into my hands.

You might believe things should be handed to you on a silver platter, Jayden, because of your last name, the blood that courses through your veins.

You might believe your abilities match the hero they watched, either on TV, or at ringside, from a very young age. You might believe you’re almost watching yourself in the mirror out there.

Let me tell you right now, that you’re not.

You’re going to be standing opposite the answer to Sin City Wrestling’s problem. The guy they wanted to bring in to stop that Michael Harris train right there in its tracks. You see that project at the time…it didn’t interest me all that much. I take the title, and then what? I defend against the same tired, beaten down guys your Dad did, easy defences, building a reign that really, in the grand scheme of things, didn’t mean a whole lot, until they pay J2H to try and take it off me instead? No thank you.

Now while I may be excited about my new project, my new stadium, I’ll be locking this place up for a couple of days, it’s back over to Europe, my homeland, and to Vimy Ridge. Man’s death is but a little thing, small mark upon the land he leaves. His shells scarce raise the level sod, his grave the surface hardly heaves. Stern nature carries on her work, nor feel she man’s afflictions pinch, perhaps these thousands only die, to raise Vimy Ridge an inch.

Your death, Jayden? It won’t even move the needle. I promise you that.

END.
15
Climax Control Archives / Closure
« Last post by Kate Steele on May 10, 2024, 03:13:22 PM »
Reunion
Paris, France
 
It felt really good to be back in SCW. Things had been going really well for Diamond Steele since she had returned back to the active roster. She had managed to pick up a big win in her return match and now her team was in the quarter finals for the Blast from the Past tournament. If she could manage to win three more matches she would be getting everything she could have ever wanted. She would have a one way trip into receiving a World Bombshell Championship match and it just couldn’t get any better than that. Climax Control was set to take place at Vimy Ridge over the weekend so Diamond decided to have a little getaway in Paris to not only celebrate her big first win in the tournament but to also continue onward celebrate her marriage to Dawn Lohan. Kate smiled as she walked hand in hand with her wife. Dawn smiled as she looked over into the distance.
 
“Look at those buildings. We need to sit down and have dinner on top of one of them. Better yet how about we go to one of the Michelin star restaurants or just have some time bonding at one of the sidewalk cafes…”
 
Diamond smiles as she turns around to face Dawn. The two just look at one another in the eyes before Diamond slowly moves her lips to meet that of Dawn’s. Their lips gently press against one another as Diamond slowly pulls away and keeps her eyes on that of her wife.
 
“Honestly it doesn’t matter what we do. As long as I got you nothing else really matters. All I ever needed was you from the start and I am happy that I can finally admit that now. It was never about cheating with you. It was never about casting you aside. You are my everything… You are what I desire and I am happy that you are in my life…”
 
Dawn nods her head as she turns her attention and spots the Eiffel Tower in the background. She slowly looks back at diamond as a chuckle escapes her lips.
 
“It only took you being in one of the most romantic cities in the world to admit your love for me. If you are feeling this romantic, why don’t we go all the way to the top of the tower and take pictures of the city. Maybe we can make out with one another up there just so we could check that off of our list. There is so much to do here and as long as I get to be by your side I am happy. Being next to you is quite WONDERFUL…”
 
The two love birds just continue to walk next to one another and taking in the romantic views of the city. Something familiar catches their attention in the distance. They are able to see two females, and a man walking with a stroller. Diamond crosses her arms for a bit before she picks up some speed in her walk just to make sure that her eyes aren’t deceiving her. The Lohans finally reach their target and standing in front of them is none other than Kate’s ex-husband Teddy along with his new wife Michelle Chavez who is pushing the stroller for their daughter Marlene. The other female turns her attention over to Kate and hugs her as tightly as possible.
 
“Mommy!!!!”
 
Kate squeezes her daughter in return as she gazes into the eyes of the thirteen-year-old girl.
 
“Juliet!!!!! I love you! I thought you were going to spend some necessary time with your father especially considering this is supposed to be his week to watch you…”
 
The girl nods her head as she looks warmly back at Kate.
 
“I am… It’s just that…”
 
Teddy doesn’t even let his daughter finish speaking as he places his hand in front of Juliet to pull her back a bit.
 
“It’s just that I do believe this is a conversation that you and I should be having together. Michelle why don’t you and Juliet go check out that next sidewalk café. Go help yourselves to some croissants and gelato, and I will join you both…”
 
Michelle nods her head as Dawn just stands there and looks over at her wife.
 
“Are you sure this is going to be okay?!”
 
Diamonds smirks as she shakes her head in approval.
 
“I think I can manage. Why don’t you go check out to see how adorable Marlene is and go see if there a flavor of gelato that the two of us could share together…”
 
Dawn just nods her head as she joins Michelle over at the café. Teddy and Kate just lock eyes at one another as Kate folds her arms together.
 
“So what brings you to France?!”
 
Teddy is silent for a few moments before he glances over at their daughter Juliet and he replies back.
 
“Honestly Juliet wanted to come watch you wrestle. Yes, I know it’s my week to watch her but she was just too optimistic about you advancing in this tournament. To be honest I am really happy that you were able to make it to the next round. I know things in the past haven’t been the best. I will be the first to admit that I abused you and the reason why we aren’t married today is because I was a jerk who only saw things my way. I got Juliet involved in our issues and I was wrong for all of that…”
 
Kate raises her voice at her ex-husband.
 
“You think?! Juliet should have never been involved. She’s a kid and it was wrong to pull her in any of our drama. I know I can be a Bitch but even I have my limits. You are so much better than that, and if you want the truth I still love you. I will always love you. You were my first ever love. You saved me when I was in a dark place in my life and was contemplating ending it all. You swooped me off of my feet and saw the best in me, and for that I am grateful. What I can’t condone is the torment you put Juliet through. I know I wasn’t the best of women and I should have given birth to the child you wanted…”
 
Kate just looks down as some of her emotions get the best of her.
 
“I don’t think I was ready. I wasn’t ready to step away from wrestling for a year to do that so I know some of those frustrations you had are with me for my selfishness and I accept that. What is wrong for you though is to keep forcing the issue and to act like Juliet wasn’t ours. I know we adopted her eight years ago but that doesn’t make her any less of being our child. She is our daughter and that’s all that mattered…”
 
Teddy nods his head sighing in returning.
 
“I know, and if I could do it all again I wouldn’t have been as selfish. I would have been more understanding and I would have not really pushed the issue. I can stand here and constantly preach about the things I wouldn’t have done against what I should have done but we both know that we really can’t change the past. What I can do however is work on having a better future and that is where we are right now… I want to focus on today. Despite everything the two of us have been through are you happy Kath-Lyn?!”
 
Kate slowly turns her attention and looks over to Dawn Lohan who is laughing it up with Michelle. The petite Englishwoman slowly turns her attention back over to Teddy and smiles.
 
“As happy as I can be. Dawn gets me. She loves me and I know she is going to be a ride or die to the very end…”
 
“Good… And as you can see Michelle really makes me happy. I love the family that we have built together. Juliet seems to love her as well and she also can’t stop talking about how cool Dawn is as well. It seems as we both are winners at the end of the day and that’s what matters most. Our past together may have been rough but we brought each other to where we needed to be…It has helped shaped us to who we are today.”
 
Teddy nods his head some more as he continues to speak.
 
“Just because our marriage has ended doesn’t mean I have to stop loving you. It doesn’t mean that I can’t fly all the way out to France to support you. It honestly sucks that my dream ended the moment that my team was eliminated in the first round. You however have a chance to make your dreams come true. You can accomplish everything. You just need to push a little bit more and you will have what you want. I am here to see it. If there is anybody who can do it Kate, I know for a fact that it is you…”

Diamond stands there as a smile escapes her lips as she keeps her eyes focused on Teddy.

“You sure about that, because it just seems no matter how much I work for something it doesn’t seem like I would ever get there. I have been on this journey for a long time and the more I try to keep at it is the more I find myself getting pulled away from that said dream. I want to pour everything I have into this moment. I want this more than one could even fathom…”

“I know that Kate… So what you need to do is just go out there and win. Don’t let your past get in the way of what your future wants. The only thing that can stop any of this from happening is you. Don’t be your biggest critic and your own worst enemy. Just win and let the respect finally come your way.”

“But what if I don’t win… Or what happens if I do win and the respect never comes. I would have been a letdown to Juliet, a letdown to Dawn, a letdown to Jet City…”

Teddy shakes his head as he just sighs in return.

“Don’t even think like that… You are never a letdown. Don’t even let those thoughts enter into your mind. Just take things slowly and let everything come naturally. You know exactly who you are… You are Kate Steele. Those students believe in you, Dawn believes in you, and Juliet will never give up in you…”

Diamond smirks as she looks over at her daughter in the distance. She cracks a grin at her ex as she nods her head.

“Thank you… I need to hear that…You truly are the best.”

The two begin to smile at one another and it is at this moment that Michelle and Dawn walk back over to where Teddy and Kate are standing. Dawn looks at her wife as she places her arm around her.

“So what are you two talking about?!”

Kate looks back into the eyes of her wife as she giggles.

“Honestly… We are just talking about how lucky we both are, and even though we might be divorced it doesn’t mean that we can’t be connected and have a healthy co-parent relationship. It would be great for all of us and especially Juliet. That is if you are okay with it?!”

Dawn smirks as she looks over at Juliet who runs over and hugs her mother and Dawn tightly. Dawn looks down into the eyes of the thirteen year old.

“Am I okay with it?! Of course I am okay with it… I would never want to make things difficult for this little girl. She is bubbly and deserves to always be happy. Co-parenting seems fine with me. Also gives me a chance to see that adorable Marlene…”

Michelle smiles as she stands next to Teddy as she looks down at her baby. Juliet looks at all of them as a wicked grin escapes her lips.

“GOOD!!! It’s settled… Things are going to finally be peaceful between all of us for now. No more hatred between my mom and dad. Now that we got that out of the way can we go to the Eiffel Tower now?! I know there are some romantic pictures that I am sure that both of you couples need to take. it’s not often we come to France so let’s make the most of it…”

Juliet looks down at Marlene and picks her up gently.

‘I know I want to take tons of pictures with my sister…”

Everybody is all giggles as they begin to head in the direction of the tower. Something catches their attention in the distance. They could see Ruby and Courtney walking hand in hand towards the famous monument. If there was any thought if that was truly Ruby or not we could hear her voice in the distance?
 
“Outrageous!!!!!!!!!!!! LOOK HOW BIG IT IS COURT… We have to take pictures by it. We also need to eat tons of macaroons, crepes, and try out escargot…”

Diamond and the gang head off in the direction of her cousin as Courtney holds her wife’s hand tightly as they continue marching towards the monument.

“Rubes… You do know what escargot is right?! You do know that you would be eating…”

Courtney whispers in her ear as Ruby makes a disgusted expression on her face as she turns a nose up.

“OUTRAGEOUS…. THAT’S DISGUSTING….”

With that Diamond finally meets up with her cousin. Everybody begins to laugh as they all make their way towards the Eiffel tower and it’s on this image that we slowly fade out on.
 











One round down and would you look at that I have worked my ass off to get to the quarter finals of the Blast from the Past tournament. I know I had put everything into winning that first round match. It was even more difficult that I had to get over the hump of not only trying to win the match for my team but being stuck with an asshole of a partner who only wants to look good in the process. The whole concept of teamwork has gone out of the window. I could sit here and cry about it but truthfully I have been dealing with adversity ever since I have come to SCW. So why should I allow a jerk of a tag team partner to get the better of me?!

Honestly it’s just a case of dealing with the same shit just on a different day. I know I could cry about all of the spilled milk but this is just another day in the life of Kate Steele. Even if I was among one of the very best in this company the reality is that nobody would see things in the way that I do. People would overlook me and just tell me that I am not worth being here.

It’s time to stand my ground…

It’s time to tell the noise go fuck off because by the end of this journey I will win this tournament. I will go on to get the World Championship opportunity and I will go on to finally become a World Champion. That is what I want more than anything else and I won’t let anybody or anything get in the way of that. I don’t get if Jayden wants to hog the spotlight. I don’t give a shit if the bombshells I face are better than me.

Mark my words on every single thing that is beating inside of me. I will someone find a way to win and the rest of the story will become filled out chapters in which I get the happy ending and I get what I am looking for.

I know on paper and even in the description of the card that there are some people out there who would have expected my team to make it to the very finals of this whole thing. I know it must be awesome to be partnered with some runt who is trying to wrestle in the legacy of his family. That sounds noble. Truthfully it’s a blessing that one could build up that much infamy off of a name, but for me it isn’t about that. I am here to prove that Kate Steele can be a main event star. I have the power to be a World Champion and not one single soul in this company will tell me I don’t deserve it.

I am reminded of my previous experiences in this company. I have only been in one opportunity at a Super Card to wrestle for a World Title and main event the show. It was back in May of 2019 in my hometown of London, England.  I managed to cash in my briefcase which gave me a chance at a shot at any title whenever I saw fit. I thought it would be noble to try to win the title in my home town in front of my fans. I wanted to do it at London Brawling 2.

As hard as I tried… IT JUST WASN’T GOOD ENOUGH…

Alicia Lukas had beaten me and despite us having a great match with one another she ran her mouth on social media afterwards that it was an easy defense. Sure I was an ok opponent but it wasn’t anything extraordinary. I was basically light work for her.

I would have found that to be a bunch of bullshit but that’s really the only event that I have ever been in the main event of. It’s not because Mark or Christian felt I was competent to be in a main event but I basically had to call my own fucking shot with my briefcase. Other than that I was only good enough to receive a few title opportunities at that tile on the occasional Climax Control or two.

I was good enough to be somebody’s title defense along the way to getting their big title defense against a big name opponent at the Super Card but I was never good enough to be on the Super Card competing for that said title.

It’s bullshit but it’s something I have come to accept…

If there was ever a time for this company to pull the trigger on me it’s when I had tied the record for the Internet Championship. I had gone out on my sword going against a game opponent that I had chosen. I lost facing Myra Rivers. If SCW really felt it I could have been next person up for the World Championship after that but instead they were content with just letting me get a rematch for a title that I had already did all that I could do with.

Moving me up a level wasn’t in the cards… I just don’t get it…

When Myra did all she could do with the title they didn’t hesitate to put her in a big match against Amber Ryan with everything on the line. How come that wasn’t me?!

That’s when it had finally hit me… This company will never see me as that star.

Maybe it’s because I am too small, I have always been called too small. Maybe it’s because I am too inconsistent… There is a lot to ponder but one thing that I do know is that I am going to do everything in my power to change that narrative.

PEOPLE WILL RESPECT ME AND I WILL BE THAT STAR…

This week I take a huge step forward into getting what I want and the challenge becomes as tough as it ever has been. On the other side of the ring we are facing a team that could win it all. We have to face Mark Cross and Eiley.

Let’s start with Mark Cross a man who is my fellow countryman. It could be quite easy to say don’t worry about him but I have every reason to believe he is a threat even if he will be in the ring with Jayden.

Mark Cross is a man who has been in this tournament and has managed to win it twice already. He is also a man who has been on the journey and has made it to the top of the SCW mountain before. Hell in one of those tournaments his team had beaten my team to win the entire thing.

He is a threat because he has the most experience in winning this tournament. I don’t give a damn whose kid Jayden is the truth is he may not be ready for what Mark is bringing and that is reality…

However my opponent in this Mixed Tag Team match is a woman that I know very well. I have to be across Jet City’s very own Eiley, the woman who is the protégé of the best of the very best in Mikah. The same Eiley who destroyed my cousin in a battle of the two protégés of Mikah and proved to be better.

Not only that but she has actual experience being in a Mixed Tag Team situation. Granted I was a champion of those said titles but there’s a difference in that Eiley actually went out and held them for a while. It wasn’t a case of just dropping them in the first defense.

So this environment suits her. I respect that, and I can appreciate that you are in this tournament so that you could one day become a World Champion.

I am not going to deny your talent. Anybody who can be a protégé of Mikah is already a threat and I know you are being prepped for greatness. That is something that I don’t have to talk up. What I will talk up is the fact that you managed to return to this company and you managed to beat Melissa. You beat the woman who had destroyed me in my last match here when I left.

You are riding off of a win and now you think that you are going to ride off of that win to continue proving why you shouldn’t be in the shadow of your mentor Mikah. This is your chance to finally set the record straight and prove you are your own woman.

I fully get that but what you don’t understand is that I had to deal with worse! You are trying to get out of Mikah’s shadow but for me I have to prove that I am better than this Jet City South protégés or anything that is related to the very school that I teach at.

Courtney Pierce

Ruby Steele

And now you are trying to accomplish something that I hadn’t managed to do. You are trying to win this tournament and I just can’t allow that to happen. I have put way too much stock into myself just to fail now. On top of that you are still young in this business. You can afford to have a setback or two. You can afford to work your way up from the bottom and become a Roulette Champion or go on and have a lengthy Internet Championship reign.

You haven’t even touched the surface on doing either or those yet. I don’t give a damn if Kayla Richards had ruined your night and you are trying to overcome the denial of why you have been gone for a few months. I wish my journey was only a few months in the making.

Sadly people have been overlooking me for years. I am not trying to get out of the shadow of a Mikah, I am trying to get out of the shadow of how people perceive me in general. I need to overcome that people just don’t think I am good enough.

I refuse to go back to the realm of competing for a Roulette Championship or an Internet Championship knowing fully well that I had lengthy reigns with the both of those titles and I deserve so much more. I deserve to be a top tier bombshell. I deserve to be in the god damn main event and this journey is to prove that I belong with those who names are immortalized in the Hall of Fame.

This… This right here is my moment Eiley and you aren’t going to get in the way of what I am trying to do.  Maybe someday you will feel what I feel and you will have learned what I have learned. Sadly I am not going to allow it to be this week and not in France because I just don’t want to win this match.

I absolutely NEED to win this match and I will win. Getting past Melissa is one thing but being able to overcome a very game Kate Steele who is at her best is going to be a different story altogether.

I want to one day go down in the Hall of Fame. I want to be in the history books and I want to carry SCW for the rest of 2024. The best way I can do that is to simply go out there and win.

Once I win I know people will be forced to respect me and that includes you as well.

I know Mikah is a great teacher. She might be considered the end all be all by so many people. I know my little cousin was so eager to get trained by her and honestly who wouldn’t want to live up with the hype of being trained by her.

You want to know a secret though?! The truth is when I had first come into this company and I was coming up through the ranks. Back in 2016 after I had shattered the record with the Roulette Championship and I showed the world that I was meant for something big and of course after she had her lengthy World Bombshell reign.

The two of us had a Super Card match had violet conduct 3 in 2016 and in that huge match I proved that I was better than her. Hell that same year I had beaten Roxi, I had beaten all of those women who will considered the cream of the crop.

It still baffles me why SCW didn’t pull the trigger with me or at least offer me more.

I could sit here and think about what could have been, I damn sure could talk about what should have been but the only thing that will be relevant is what’s happening right now. As it stands I know I have what it takes to beat you. I just need to go out there and do it. It is time to humble you Eiley and make you accept that your road starts at the very bottom.

I am in my prime and if there was ever a time to capitalize on stepping up…

NOW WOULD BE THAT TIME…

It sucks because I honestly thought that I would have beaten you and Mark in the finals to really cement myself as that star but I see that moment is going to come early. So you better come at me with everything that you got. Don’t let up and don’t let me down. I am not holding back.

This is more than just doing it for me though. This is about showing my daughter Juliet that when things get tough you come back and you finish what you started. This is about showing to my wife Dawn that she truly married somebody that’s quite WONDERFUL…

Most importantly this is to all of those who have graced the halls of Jet City South that our school has relevance. We are still the number one academy in all of wrestling and we live for moments like this.

Do you hear that sound Eiley?! It’s my beautiful Siren’s Song and it’s a tune that I enjoy playing. Once it completes it will leave you and your journey completely SHIPWRECKED…

Best of luck but rest assured nothing will ever stop me from shinning like the Diamond that I know I am…

See you soon… Cheers mate…
16
Climax Control Archives / Battleground
« Last post by Seleana Zdunich on May 10, 2024, 02:13:42 PM »
Off-Camera

Tuesday, May 7, 2024
Seat 345 + 346
TGV Train
France
9:07 AM  Local Time





Seleana Zdunich sits next to her wife, Christina Zdunich, on the train as her phone chimes at her. Seleana glances over at it and smiles at the photos just sent to her by their daughter-in-law, Haylie Jo “Halo” Annis despite the fact that it's midnight where she is in California.

Seleana Zdunich: HayJo sent us photos…

Chistina glances over and scans them quickly. She nods to four faces she doesn’t recognize.

Christina "Crystal Hilton" Zdunich-Caldwell: Who are they?

Seleana shrugs and sends the message asking. Almost immediately, the answer comes back. Seleana stares at it in disbelief.

Seleana Zdunich: För fan i helvete!

Christina frowns both in confusion and slight alarm.

Christina "Crystal Hilton" Zdunich-Caldwell: Sel?

Seleana nos.

Seleana Zdunich: She say… they are her sister…

Christina stares at her wife in disbelief.

Christina "Crystal Hilton" Zdunich-Caldwell: I thought she only had the one twin?

Seleana nods.

Seleana Zdunich: Ja…

She sends back the question again. The answer comes back in the form of an e-mail a few minutes later.

Seleana Zdunich: Weird as…

Seleana opens the message and nods as she starts reading.

Seleana Zdunich: She say, “Have you ever heard the siong “Papa Was A Rolling Stone?” Well, our daddy didn’t die and leave us alone, he left us to talk to each other when we bumped into each other and found out the whole bunch of us existed. He used to go to other towns like Shelbyville, Normandy and Lynchburg because he knew of games there and apparently found somebody in each place he could buy drinks and whatever else they liked and get in their pants. So Daddy didn't have “three other kids and another wife”, he had three other baby mamas and four kids. The two with darker hair are from Shelbyville, called “Mockey” and “Tequila” Their mama named them after things to do with “To Kill A Mockingbird” Then there’s the third one, called “Minnie.” Daddy quit talking to her when he found out her mama was part latina despite passing for white. She’s from Normandy.  The last one’s called “C.R.A.V.E.” Those are her initials and she’s from Lynchburg which means the family really has a thing for Jack Daniel’s.”

As Seleana and Christina both stare at the phone, another chime signals them to another message coming in.

Seleana Zdunich: Skit också!

The new message opens.

Seleana Zdunich: She say they are the new people she was trying to get jobs at the zoo.

Nodding to herself, Seleana almost slaps herself, placing her hand over her eye.

Seleana Zdunich: That’s why she no tell me who they are. She did not want to be asking for that kind of favor…

Christina shrugs.

Christina "Crystal Hilton" Zdunich-Caldwell: They might have had habits of some sort too. Maybe she didn’t want to push it. What jobs did she ask for?

Seleana Zdunich: The kind that pay the least. She say if I find they qualified for other work, sweet as but she would only ask for low jobs.

Seleana sighs heavily.

Seleana Zdunich: I hope Alex is having a better time home with Aurora, ja?

Christina smiles.

Christina "Crystal Hilton" Zdunich-Caldwell: They seemed so excited!

Seleana nods knowingly.

Seleana Zdunich: Alex get to be “Mommy” and Aurora gets to have her undivided attention. They looked happy when I talked to them before they went to bed, or at least, before Aurora did.

She pauses and smiles.

Seleana Zdunich: I am happy to be on this trip with you, Estrellita.

Christina smiles back and kisses her wife.

Christina "Crystal Hilton" Zdunich-Caldwell: I love you.

Seleana kisses her back.

Seleana Zdunich: I love you too.





On-Camera
Friday, May 10, 2024
Just outside the Canadian National Vimy Memorial
Vimy Ridge, France
3:04 PM  Local Time





The camera opens upon Seleana Zdunich standing in front of the massive Memorial structure looking somewhere between awed and annoyed 

Seleana Zdunich: Julianna DiMaria…

A look of disgust comes across Seleana’s face at the very thought of the woman that carries this name.

Seleana Zdunich: So now we get round two, ja?

She nods, knowing very well what the answer will be in response.

Seleana Zdunich: So how will you rather hyporcritically dismiss this match this time? 

Seleana nos a if it’s a foregone conclusion this will happen.

Seleana Zdunich: It is what you do best and most often, ja? Even as much as you detest when it is done to you?

Glaring into the camera mockingly, Seleana allow her incredulousness to show ever so slightly

Seleana Zdunich: All those things you have called me and others since your arrival, you got called by others and you did not like it, did you?

Seleana shakes her head as if she knew this would happen.

Seleana Zdunich: Still making hens out of feathers despite all you have achieved because it is still not enough, ja?

She nod pointedly, full to the brim with contempt.

Seleana Zdunich: And it never will be, because no matter who you choose to blame for it so you don’t have to admit it is your fault and who you are, nothing will ever be good enough for you. You came into SCW talking as if one little win meant you were in the conversation for greatest ever despite the fact that Roxi Johnson, Mercedes Vargas, my wife, Mikah, Alicia Lukas and others all still exist.

Seleana pauses to allow the momentary response to build that she knows is coming all too well.

Seleana Zdunich: I will not act as if that is an exhaustive list because I have not been here since the beginning of the company and do not possess the direct knowledge to name everyone but since you dismiss multiple people on that list, what difference does it make. You could not keep your mouth shut and simply accomplish your goal.

She shakes her head angrily.

Seleana Zdunich: No, you had to whine and complain and moan and bitch about everything including those you would use as the very bricks to build your own monument to yourself! “Message bitch,” “Stepping stone,” “Chapter in someone else’s stupid story,” “A last win before retirement,” “Nostalgia act…”

Seleana cocks her head knowingly.

Seleana Zdunich: So you can call others that but when you are called that, it is a “How dare you?”

Glaring into the camera, Seleana

Seleana Zdunich: I am one of those very bricks you chose to step on when you did not even need to. You started saying my name, Mercedes’ name, other names and you were booked or programmed with none of us at the time. You could have gone your entire life without saying any of our names and who would have known the difference?

She nods, glaring disgustedly as she points to the ground beneath her feet.

Seleana Zdunich: You chose this battleground, Julianna.

Again, he nods and points into the camera accusingly.

Seleana Zdunich: You picked this fight and many others for no other reason than you thought we are all beneath you and just hear to service you and now all you can do is whine when we get the call to come take you up on the fight you asked for!

Her hand falls away out of the shot but her contempt does not.

Seleana Zdunich: För fan i helvete! Din jävla idiot!

The hatred in her eyes intensifies like a storm building up for making landfall.

Seleana Zdunich: I have waited for this and I will welcome you to the jungle you freely walked into. Whine all you want about how much it’s a waste of your time, it’s all your fault. You called my name repeatedly almost like a lost lover begging for more when you know you cannot handle it. The battleground awaits, let us not keep it waiting, ja?

17
Riding the high
Queens Blog
Normandy, France


The energy was palpable as I stepped into the ring for my second Blast From the Past Tournament, again I’m teaming with Alexander Raven. The crowd roared with anticipation, and I could feel their support fueling my determination. Facing off against formidable opponents, the stakes were high, but so was my confidence.

As the bell rang, the intensity surged. Every move, every counter, was executed with precision and strategy. It was a fierce battle, and I knew I had to give it my all. The cheers of the crowd echoed in my ears, pushing me to push harder, fight smarter.

When the final bell rang, signaling the end of the match, the feeling of victory washed over me. The thrill of triumph, of proving myself once again in the ring, was unparalleled. But even as I celebrated that moment, I knew this was just the beginning.

The Blast From the Past Tournament is a journey, a test of skill, resilience, and determination. Winning round one was a significant achievement, but it's not where my journey ends. It's a stepping stone, a springboard to greater challenges and victories. This time, I’m more focused than ever. I want to win, I can taste it. It’s so close, I just need to score a few more victories. Hopefully my partner is just as focused on it as I am. He needs it just as badly as I do.

Not to mention it’s officially my year mark in Sin City Wrestling and now, I’m on the track for my second title win. I’m excited in ways I could never imagine was possible. Things have been hard this past year, but now, I’m even more excited for my future here in Sin City Wrestling.

Looking ahead, I feel a surge of excitement and anticipation. The next rounds promise even tougher competition, but I thrive on challenges. Each match is an opportunity to showcase my abilities, to prove that I belong among the best in the industry. Each match brings a new challenge and each challenge I win, I grow stronger. Never stop learning, there’s always room for growth.

I'm ready to continue this journey, to face whatever challenges come my way. The night of triumph in round one was exhilarating, but there's more to come. With every match, every victory, I'm one step closer to the ultimate goal. And I'm ready to seize it with everything I've got. The Blast From the Past Tournament is far from over, and I'm just getting started. Stay tuned for more excitement, more thrills, and more victories. For now, I’m off to celebrate my friend Bella’s birthday!

Xoxo,
Alexandra




Making Calls
Hotel
Toronto Ontario Canada


The scene opens with Alexandra Calaway sitting in her hotel room, her phone in hand as she dials Alexander Raven's number. After a few rings, the call goes to voicemail. She clears her throat.

“Hey, Raven. It's Alexandra. Just wanted to say, we killed it out there in the first round. I'm proud of what we did together. We made a statement, and I think we've got what it takes to go all the way in this tournament.”

She pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts. There was a lot to unpack, a year’s worth of anger and aggression between them.

“Look, I know we've had our differences in the past, but when we're in that ring, we're unstoppable. We complement each other's strengths, and we cover each other's weaknesses. That's what makes us a great throw together team. I knew we had this in the bag this time.”

Her tone becomes more earnest, a hint of determination in her voice. She was wondering when or if they were going to talk.

“So, let's do it again, Raven. Let's show them what we're made of. I know we can win this thing and prove to everyone that we're not to be underestimated.”

She takes a deep breath, her voice filled with conviction.

“Call me back when you get this. We've got work to do, and I know we can do it together. Take care, Raven. I’ll land in France soon, I had to fly back to Canada for my Pro Wrestling Valor  match. I'm sure you are somewhere here too.  Catch up soon?”

With that, Alexandra ends the call, hoping that her words will reach Alexander Raven and ignite the same fire of determination in him. It was strange that they still had not met up this time around. There was no invitation to his bar, no pomp and circumstance. The two were simply in this to win it. She wondered if he would even call her back this time. He had said they would speak after the match, but they didn’t. Perhaps, this was better for both sides. Perhaps it was better that their partnership for the tournament was simply in the ring. Which worked for them last week. But last week, their opponents weren’t Bobbie Dahl and Peter Vaughn, they would be more of a challenge than their last was.



Traveling again
Aéroport de Lille-Lesquin
Vimy Ridge, France


At the Aéroport de Lille-Lesquin, travelers hustle and bustle through the terminal. Among them is Alexandra Calaway, recognizable even in the busy crowd. A little girl, no more than seven years old, spots Alexandra and tugs on her mother's sleeve, pointing excitedly. Alexandra knew she still needed to take the speeder train down to Vimy Ridge from here.

“Maman, maman, c'est Alexandra Calaway! Mon lutteur préféré."

Alexandra smiles warmly at the little girl, who approaches hesitantly, holding out a pen and a piece of paper.

"S'il vous plaît, pouvez-vous me donner un autographe?"

Alexandra understands the request even though it's in French and nods, taking the pen and paper. She reminded her so much of Ashlynn when she was little, her eyes seeing a world full of wonder and happiness.

"Oui, bien sûr, ma chérie."

She signs the paper with a flourish, handing it back to the little girl, who beams with joy. She was glad that her many travels around the world had brought her back to a country she loved almost as much as she did England and home.

"Merci beaucoup! Est-ce que vous êtes excitée de rencontrer Bobbie à nouveau?"

Alexandra's eyes light up with excitement, and she kneels down to the little girl's eye level. It seemed the little girl was just as excited to see them fight again as Alexandra was. She talked to the little girl with an excited expression. One that could rival a child taking their first looks at the castle at Disney World.

"Oh, je suis très excitée! Bobbie et moi avons une longue histoire, pleine de rivalité et de compétition. Mais cette fois-ci, je suis déterminée à la vaincre. C'est une adversaire redoutable, mais je suis prête à relever le défi. Après tout, je l'ai déjà battue."

The little girl listens intently, her eyes wide with admiration.

"Je crois en vous, Alexandra!"

Alexandra smiles, touched by the little girl's encouragement.

"Merci, ma chérie. Votre soutien signifie beaucoup pour moi."

With a final wave, the little girl and her mother continue on their journey, leaving Alexandra with a renewed sense of determination as she prepares to face her rival once again. She turned to head towards the train station, knowing that she had a challenge ahead of her.  Bobbie wasn’t one to shake a finger at, or underestimate. Bobbie and Alexandra once again in a Sin City Wrestling ring, and again, crossing paths in the Blast From the Past tournament. This time, Bobbie wouldn’t cost her the shot.



Missed Messages
Aéroport de Lille-Lesquin
Vimy Ridge, France

As Alexandra Calaway walked through the bustling Aéroport de Lille-Lesquin, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. The recent victory in the Blast from the Past Tournament had left her energized, and she was looking forward to the next challenge. Amidst the noise of the airport, she checked her phone, noting the missed calls from her family. She made a mental note to call them back as soon as she had a moment of privacy.

With a swipe, she opened her messages, and her eyes landed on the one from Alexander Raven. A small smile tugged at her lips as she read his words, sensing the sincerity behind them.

“Hey, sorry we haven’t had a chance to sit down and chat. And sorry for being out of it during the match. There’s been some… strange things. I’m feeling better, so come this week, I’ll be good. I promise. If we get a chance, we’ll sit down after the match. Have a celebratory drink. Maybe get to know the Rabenschwarz’s outside of the ring. You’d be surprised how much… nicer, we can be.”

Her heart warmed at his words, appreciating his honesty and openness. She quickly composed a reply, her fingers tapping on the screen with a sense of eagerness.

"Hey Raven, no need to apologize. Matches can be intense, and we all have our moments. I'm glad to hear you're feeling better, I got worried for a moment there.  I know you are tough and whatever is going on, you’ll get through. After all, you got Luna. As long as we are on the same page out there, we’ve got this match and all the ones to come. However, a celebratory drink sounds great. Looking forward to catching up and getting to know the Rabenschwarz's outside of the ring. Safe travels, and see you soon."

With a satisfied smile, Alexandra sent the message and continued on her way through the airport, excited for the upcoming plans and the chance to connect with Alexander Raven outside of the wrestling arena.



When the past becomes present
Canadian National Vimy Memorial
Vimy Ridge, France


The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the historic grounds of Vimy Ridge. Alexandra Calaway stood amidst the poignant remnants of a bygone era, her gaze solemn as she recalled the echoes of battles long fought and sacrifices made. It was here, amidst the solemnity of war's legacy, that Alexandra contemplated her own ongoing battle—a clash not of nations, but of wills, with Bobbie Dahl.

As the breeze whispered through the tall grasses, memories flooded back to the inaugural Blast From the Past Tournament where Alexandra and Bobbie's feud first ignited. It was a clash of titans, a collision of fierce determination and unyielding spirit. Their rivalry was born in the crucible of competition, fueled by ambition and a thirst for supremacy. Alexandra Calaway and Alexander Raven faced off against Bobbie Dahl and Jack Washington.

With a deep breath, Alexandra turned her attention to the looming match against Bobbie Dahl, a chance to rewrite history and reclaim her Bombshell Roulette Title. The stakes were higher than ever, not just for herself but for her partner Alexander Raven, whose fate was intertwined with hers in this tumultuous tournament.

"I remember the first time I faced Bobbie," Alexandra's voice carried over the serene landscape, tinged with a mix of respect and determination. "It was a battle that shook the very foundation of our rivalry, and now, here we stand again, poised to make history once more. Only this time won't go like our last meeting in that ring, or like our first meeting. I'm sure even you have to admit that in my year here, I’ve changed, grown into a new person. The talent pool here in Sin City Wrestling is strong and the best people I’ve faced have been right here."

The thought of recapturing the Bombshell Roulette Title, a symbol of her past triumphs and resilience, fueled Alexandra's spirit. It wasn't just about the gold—it was about proving herself, proving that she was still the dominant force in the Bombshell division.

"Bobbie, you and I have danced this dance before," Alexandra continued, her eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity. "But this time, the stakes are higher. This time, it's not just about pride or bragging rights—it's about solidifying my legacy I’ve started and proving that I am the true queen of this division. Not to mention, getting a win over you in the Blast from the Past tournament, just imagine what that would do for me."

With each word, Alexandra's resolve grew stronger, her determination unwavering as she envisioned the battle that awaited her. The thought of standing victorious, of pinning Bobbie Dahl's shoulders to the mat and reclaiming what was rightfully hers, fueled her every move.

"The Bombshell Roulette Title is a symbol of excellence," Alexandra declared, her voice echoing with conviction. "It's a symbol of the battles fought and the victories earned. And at the end of this night, that title will be back where it belongs—around my waist. I fought and bled for that title, never complained about what the unforgiving wheel dished out for me each and every week for four and a half months straight. It even led me back to facing off against you. That last win was from a hard fought battle between us.  Congratulations on that.  But I know you Bobbie, better than most. I know what makes you tick, I know what to expect from you.  The unexpected. You see, I’ve been watching, keeping track. You’ve been impressive, but now, it’s time for you to rest. I’ll take it from here."

She took a deep breath, the thought of winning this whole damned thing seemed closer than ever. She just needed to make it a bit further, push herself beyond her limits so to speak. Alexandra had been digging deep within herself the past year and look at what she’s accomplished in just that little bit of time.

"But this isn't just about titles," Alexandra's voice echoed with a steely resolve, her eyes fixed on the distant horizon. "This is about redemption. About proving that last year was a blip on the radar, a momentary setback that only fueled our fire."

The weight of expectation hung heavy in the air, a palpable energy that fueled Alexandra's every word. The Bombshell Roulette Title was a symbol, yes, but it was also a testament to resilience, to the unwavering belief that setbacks were merely stepping stones to greater triumphs.

"We've trained, we've fought, we've bled," Alexandra's voice grew stronger, resonating with the determination of a warrior on the eve of battle. "And at Climax Control we will show the world what we're made of once again, when we take out Peter Vaughn and Bobbie Dahl.. We will rewrite the narrative, erase the doubts, and emerge victorious."

The echoes of history mingled with the anticipation of the present, creating a tapestry of emotions that fueled Alexandra's resolve. This match wasn't just another chapter in her storied career; it was a defining moment, a chance to etch her name in the annals of wrestling history as a force to be reckoned with.

"We stand here, on the cusp of greatness," Alexandra's words rang out with unwavering conviction. "And no one, not Bobbie Dahl, not anyone, will stand in our way. We rewrite the story. We prove that our loss last year was nothing but a fluke—a momentary blip in a legacy that is still being written. The legacy of Alexandra Calaway and Alexander Raven."

"As the sun sets on Vimy Ridge, so too will it set on our feud," Alexandra's voice echoed with conviction. "Bobbie, prepare yourself, for I am coming for what is mine. And no doubt, Alexander will be coming for Peter’s head. If I am the one to pin you, to claim victory, and to lead Raven and myself to the next round of this tournament, so be it. Speaking of my tag partner for the tournament.”

She took time to pause, knowing that she should bring up the fact that people didn’t understand how a team that couldn’t work well together last year, actually pulled off the win this year.

“This past week on Climax Control, something clicked. Something that goes beyond mere strategy or training. Alexander Raven and I found that elusive harmony, that synchronicity that defines great tag teams, and it’s far more than these other teams have. They don’t have the history we do. It's more than just being on the same page; it's about sharing the same heartbeat, the same passion for victory.”

She pauses, her gaze intense as she reflects on the recent developments.

“We've faced our share of challenges, our ups and downs, but this past week, everything fell into place. Our minds aligned, our goals crystal clear. We didn't train together; we transcended, we became a cohesive unit, a force to be reckoned with.”

She nods, a hint of pride evident in her voice.

“It's moments like these that remind me why I stepped into this ring in the first place. It's the thrill of competition, the adrenaline rush of a perfectly executed plan. And with Alexander Raven by my side, that thrill is amplified tenfold. You see, last year was a fluke.”

A determined glint shines in her eyes as she continues.

“We're not just fighting for ourselves; we're having to fight for each other. We're fighting for the trust we've built, the camaraderie forged through sweat and sacrifice. This isn't just a tag team; it's a blood bond, a bond that transcends the ropes and reaches into the very essence of who we are. Of the competitors we are.”

Her voice rises with conviction, each word carrying the weight of her dedication.

“This unity, this synergy—it's our secret weapon. It's what sets us apart, what propels us forward when others falter. We've faced adversity, doubts, and naysayers, but together, we stand tall, unyielding in our pursuit of greatness.”

She takes a moment, a small smile playing on her lips. Her gaze focused as she addressed the man who would be her partner’s focus, "The Mechanic" Peter Vaughn.

“You know, Peter Vaughn is an interesting character. He's been through quite a transformation, hasn't he? From the carefree janitor with dreams of wrestling stardom to the dark and unpredictable force he is today. I've seen his matches, studied his moves, and I have to admit, there's a level of unpredictability that comes with facing someone like him.”

She pauses, a thoughtful expression crossing her features before she continues.

“But let's not forget, Raven and I have been in this game for a long time. We've faced opponents of all shapes, sizes, and personalities. We know how to adapt, how to strategize, and how to come out on top. Vaughn may have his tricks, but we have our own arsenal of skills honed through years of experience.”

Her tone shifts, becoming more determined as she speaks about the upcoming battle.

“This match isn't just about proving ourselves against them; it's about proving that last year's loss in the Blast from the Past Tournament was a fluke. Peter, you just happen to be in the wrong place at the right time. It's about showing everyone that Raven and I are not to be underestimated, that we are a force to be reckoned with.”

She takes a moment, a glint of excitement in her eyes as she envisions the fight ahead.

“So, Peter Vaughn, bring your best. Bring your high-flying moves, your hardcore tendencies, and your unpredictable nature. Because when you step into that ring against Raven, you're stepping into a battle you may not be prepared for. And as for me Bobbie, I'll be there, holding you back from getting involved this time, making sure this match ends the way it's meant to—with Raven and me moving forward, and you are left in the dust.”

With a final gaze at the historic landscape, Alexandra turned on her heel, her steps purposeful and resolute. The battlefield awaited, and she was ready to wage war once more, to etch her name in the annals of wrestling history as the Bombshell Roulette Champion.



Video calls to home
Hotel
Vimy Ridge, France


The soft glow of morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm hue across the elegant hotel room where Alexandra Calaway was staying. Her laptop sat open on the marble-topped desk, displaying the smiling face of her daughter, Ashlynn, on a video call. Alexandra leaned back in the plush chair, a contented smile playing on her lips as she looked at her beloved daughter.

"Hey, sweetie," Alexandra greeted Ashlynn warmly, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. "How are you doing today?"

Ashlynn's bright eyes lit up on the screen. "Hi, Mom! I'm great. Damien, Brianna and I just finished breakfast. He's getting ready for Universal day."

A pang of longing tugged at Alexandra's heart as Ashlynn mentioned her beloved family. She missed them dearly, especially when she was away for wrestling tours. "Tell everyone I said hi and that I miss them," Alexandra replied, her voice softening with affection.

"I will, Mom," Ashlynn promised with a nod, her straight hair rocking as she moved. "Are you heading to the gym today?"

Alexandra chuckled, her eyes sparkling with determination. "Yes, I am. I have a big match coming up, and I need to stay in top shape."

Ashlynn's face lit up with admiration. "Wow, Mom! You're going to win for sure! You're the best wrestler ever!"

Alexandra's heart swelled with pride at her daughter's words. "Thank you, sweetheart. I'll do my best, just like I always do."

A playful glint entered Ashlynn's eyes. "Can I see your muscles, Mom?"

Laughing, Alexandra stood up from the chair and flexed her arm for the camera. "Here they are, all ready for action!"

Ashlynn giggled, clapping her hands. "You're so strong, Mom! I wish I could be like you."

"You can be anything you want to be, Ashlynn," Alexandra encouraged her daughter, her voice gentle yet firm. "Just work hard and believe in yourself."

"I will, Mom," Ashlynn promised, her eyes shining with determination. "I'm going to be a great artist someday, just like you're a great wrestler."

"You're already a great artist, sweetheart," Alexandra assured her, her heart swelling with love for her talented daughter. "I love seeing your drawings and paintings."

They chatted for a while longer, exchanging stories and sharing laughter. Alexandra cherished these moments with Ashlynn, knowing how precious they were, especially when they were apart. As the conversation drew to a close, Alexandra glanced at the clock and realized it was time for her to head to the gym.

"I have to go now, Ashlynn," Alexandra said regretfully, a hint of sadness in her voice.

Ashlynn nodded understandingly. "Okay, Mom. Good luck at the gym! I know you'll be amazing."

"Thank you, sweetheart," Alexandra replied with a warm smile. "I'll call you later, okay?"

"Okay, Mom. Love you!"

"I love you too, Ashlynn," Alexandra said, blowing a kiss to the screen before ending the call.

Feeling a mix of emotions—love, determination, and a touch of homesickness—Alexandra gathered her gym bag and headed out of the hotel room. The bustling energy of the city greeted her as she made her way to the gym, her mind focused on the upcoming match and the challenges she would face in the ring.

Arriving at the gym,  Alexandra greeted her trainers and fellow wrestlers with a confident smile. She was ready to put in the hard work, pushing her body to its limits and honing her skills to perfection. With each weight lifted, each punch thrown, and each move practiced, Alexandra felt a surge of adrenaline and determination coursing through her veins.

As she sparred with her training partner, exchanging holds and maneuvers, Alexandra's mind drifted back to her video call with Ashlynn. She drew strength from her daughter's unwavering belief in her abilities, knowing that she was not just wrestling for herself but also for the little girl who looked up to her with admiration and love.

It was there she saw him again and while she wouldn't outright say it, he was a welcome distraction. She had just met him last week, but their back and forths on twitter had brought a happiness she hadn’t felt in a while. She watched his muscles move as he lifted weights. She bit her lip before focusing back on her task at hand. Shaking her head she thought to herself, get a grip girl, you’ve been hurt before. You have a match to win against Bobbie Dahl and Peter Vaughn. Standing up she walked past him.

“Good luck in your match LJ.”

Hours flew by in a blur of intense training and focused dedication. Sweat glistened on Alexandra's brow as she pushed herself to the limit, determined to be at the peak of her performance for the upcoming match. As the training session came to an end, Alexandra felt a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction wash over her.

Leaving the gym, muscles tired but spirits high, Alexandra couldn't help but smile. She knew that she had given her all, leaving nothing behind, and that her hard work would pay off in the ring. With Ashlynn's love and support fueling her determination, Alexandra was ready to face whatever challenges awaited her, confident in her abilities and her passion for wrestling.



Final Words
Online Tales of The Tape
Vimy Ridge, France


The screen lit up with the information after Alexandra had pulled up the website.  There was something to be said for always knowing your opponents. Even if you knew them, there was still a hint of unpredictability.

Physical Attributes:
Peter Vaughn stands at 5'8" and weighs 185 lbs, while Alexander Raven is 6'2" and weighs 225 lbs. Raven has a noticeable height and weight advantage over Vaughn, which could play a factor in their match.

Vaughn's physical appearance is that of an older individual due to his years of manual labor, while Raven maintains a more youthful and intimidating presence with his lean physique.

Alignment and Gimmick:
Vaughn is chaotic neutral but leans towards a heel persona, using unpredictability and dirty tactics in his matches. His gimmick as "The Mechanic" reflects his rough past and his willingness to do whatever it takes to win.

Raven, on the other hand, is a full-fledged heel known for his anger-driven and violent tendencies. His moniker "Napalm Kingslayer" suggests his destructive nature and his desire to prove himself at any cost.

Ring Style and Finishers:
Vaughn employs a high-flying wrestling style with some hardcore tendencies, utilizing moves like the Zig Zag (Revenged), Top-Rope Shooting Star Leg Drop (The Plunge), and Ripcord DDT (The Key Holder). His agility and aerial maneuvers make him a formidable opponent.

Raven, on the contrary, is a brawler who relies on power moves and submissions. His go-to moves include the Belly-to-back Suplex, German Suplex, Romero Special, and his signature Double Hammerlock DDT known as The Kingslayer. Raven's wrestling style is more grounded and focused on inflicting pain.

Entrance and Persona:
Vaughn's entrance is characterized by a dark smirk, a cocky smile, and a mocking demeanor towards the crowd. His choice of entrance music and tron video sets the tone for his rebellious and unpredictable nature.

Raven's entrance, accompanied by "Watch The World Burn" by Falling In Reverse, exudes a sense of menace and defiance. He carries a metal pipe, interacts aggressively with the audience, and relishes in the boos and disdain directed at him. His persona as a slimy scumbag heel is well-established through his entrance and in-ring behavior.

Achievements and Career:
Vaughn has achieved success in various promotions, holding titles such as CWF Paramount Champion, GCWA Hardcore Champion, OCW World Champion, and several others. His journey from a care-free wrestler to a dark and determined competitor reflects his evolution in the wrestling world.

Raven's career accomplishments include being a 1x UECW Tag Team Champion, 1x uXw Champion, and winning titles like SCW Roulette Champion and SCW Internet Champion. His career has been marked by intense rivalries, betrayals, and a thirst for vengeance, showcasing his relentless pursuit of dominance.

In summary, while both Peter Vaughn and Alexander Raven possess unique skills and accomplishments, they differ significantly in their wrestling styles, personas, and career trajectories. Their upcoming match promises to be a clash of contrasting personalities and in-ring strategies, making it a highly anticipated showdown for fans and competitors alike. And as for their partners, Bobbie Dahl and Alexandra Calaway. Here's a comparison and contrast between Alexandra Calaway and Bobbie Dahl based on the provided information:

Wrestling Style:
Alexandra Calaway: Technical, Brawler, Daredevil.
Bobbie Dahl: Powerhouse, Grappler.

Physical Attributes:
Alexandra Calaway: 5'6", 125lbs.
Bobbie Dahl: 5'4", 240lbs.

Hometown:
Alexandra Calaway: Dallas, Texas.
Bobbie Dahl: Coal City, Illinois (now residing in Las Vegas).

Achievements:
Alexandra Calaway: 19x Hardcore Champion, 9x Women's Champion, 6x Tag Team Champion, 1x Knockouts Champion, 1x Vixens Champion, 1x Intercontinental Champion, 1x Chaos Champion, 1x Prospect Champion, 1x NFW Genesis Champion, 1x PWS:Apex World Champion, 1x OCW Piledriver Champion, 1x OCW Anarchy Champion, 1x SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion, 1x IWF Invictus Champion. Wrestler of the year 2016, 2018, 2020.

Bobbie Dahl:
SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion.

Entrance:
Alexandra Calaway: Enters with "Mine" by Halestorm, accompanied by red lights, fog, and a cocky smirk.

Bobbie Dahl: Enters with "Happy" by Pharrell Williams, clapping along with the fans and radiating positivity.

Physical Appearance:
Alexandra Calaway: Dark soul, hidden behind a pretty face. Wears various outfits and uses fire.

Bobbie Dahl: Initially fun-loving and carefree, now taking things more seriously while still having fun.

Entrance Theme and Style:
Alexandra Calaway: Enters with a dark-themed music video and aura, portraying a cocky and confident attitude.

Bobbie Dahl: Enters with a happy and positive theme, clapping along with fans and radiating joy.

Moveset and Finishers:
Alexandra Calaway: Technical moves like Spinning Sitout Lifting Double Underhook Facebuster, Daredevil style, and finishers like Fallen Angel and Apocalypse.

Bobbie Dahl: Power-based moves like Bear Hug, Big Splash, Stink Face, Bronco Buster, and finisher Boobie Bomb.

These comparisons and contrasts showcase the diverse styles, personas, achievements, and characteristics of Alexandra Calaway and Bobbie Dahl as professional wrestlers.
18
Climax Control Archives / Where To Find The Glass Man
« Last post by Alexander Raven on May 10, 2024, 07:27:21 AM »
Where Am I?
Scene One | Off-Camera

Before he’d flown off to Normandy, Alex had sat for his first real encounter with Vita Mors. At the time, it seemed like a good idea. Things seemed more clear then. But that meeting. It changed things. He was certain that Vita Mors was James. He had the same body, the same jaw, the same teeth. But, it couldn’t have been. He remembered asking the question, the smile that came back, and then…

It was like reality slapped him in the face. He was in the ring. The roar of the crowd filled his ears and then BANG!. He was hitting an exploder suplex on Jamie Dean. Instinct driving him, he slid into the cover. A kick out, a second suplex attempt. A school boy. It felt like he was treading underwater. When did he get there? When did he even leave the office?

Jamie tagged out, and Alex tagged Calaway. He mumbled a little as he did.

“Sorry.”

And that was that. He stood on the apron, in this fugue state. Wondering where he had been. Wondering where the lost time had gone. Calaway got the pin. A short celebration, cut short by him rushing himself out of the ring. He knew how it would look. That he didn’t want to be with her. When the bell rang they were on the same page, but once the match was done…

Where was he?

“Lexi? You in there, daddy?” Luna’s voice cut through the fog. Another slap with reality. No crowd this time, no ring. Just open green fields and an obnoxiously large white monument. Vimy Ridge. More lost time. More lost memories.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m… Luna, how did I get here?” Alex asked, confusion knitting his brows together. He felt nauseous. His stomach threatened to boil over, but he didn’t know if that was because of the situation or if he hadn’t eaten. How could he have known if he had eaten?

“You don’t look so good. Did you eat something?” Luna asked, but her voice trailed off a bit. A shooting pain in his head. A buzzing in his ears. His eyes felt like they were going to pop out of his skull. He reached up, placing his hand against his forehead. Squeezing at this temple and orbital bone. Pressing his palm into his eye.

And then he saw it. Out of the corner of his eye, Vita Mors. Standing near the treeline, facing toward them. His face flashing into his mind. That smile etched into his soul. The ash painted skin, his gums bright red around his surprisingly white teeth.

“Come to me, Alexander.” Mors voice bounced around his skull. Bored itself into his mind. He remembered a little bit more now. He remembered asking the question. Asking if Vita Mors was James. He’d seen beneath the mask.

“It can’t be…”

“James?”

Mors just smiled. His hand reached up to his face, towards the mask. His fingers gripped, almost like they were suctioning to it. He pulled it outward, pulled the mask from his face. The shearing pain, his mind screaming at him to run. To escape. To leave.

“Mr Rabenschwarz, I can be whoever you need me to be. I can give you anything you want. I deal in the unknown, because I am good at making things happen. I can give you James. I can be, James. I simply need you to enter into a contract. A business transaction.” Mors spoke, his voice echoing around. Like thousands of wailing voices, drilling themselves into his mind.

Alex stared at where the mask had once been. Where there should have been a face, where he expected James’ face to be. There was just… nothing. Like the world beyond the window. Like the man himself. It all just seemed to defy belief. There was no face, there were no eyes, there was nothing. Yet there was everything. His father’s face, his mother’s, Luna and Lauren’s. In the void, there was everything and nothing all at once. His vision fading, his world blurring.

“Alex!” Luna screamed.

He was back in Vimy Ridge. Laying on the grass. Luna kneeling over him. Onlookers staring, mumbling, murmuring. He felt wet. And there was an acrid smell in the air. Vomit. Sensation came flooding back and in that moment he suddenly felt alive again. His mind closed those images out. The faces became one, and then none. He’d never removed the mask. He was sure of it.

“I think I need to go home, Lu.” Alex mumbled, trying to stand up. Acutely aware that he had puked all over himself. People clearly thinking him little more than a drunk. The snide remarks said behind covered mouths. Luna’s concerned eyes all he could look at. What had Vita Mors done to him?

Man of Glass
Scene Two | On-Camera

“A year ago, things all came unravelling. I spent twelve months blaming my failures on one person. Alexandra Calaway. The funny little people who think their mysterious nature can be obscured by their lies. They deem it appropriate to stick us together once more. A year in and they slog us in each other’s periphery once more. At the whim and belting of each other. A year on, and I’m faced with a situation that reflects where I started. The difference being, we aren’t in the opening round anymore. I’m not the defending champion, and I have no illusions on the fairness of those who make the calls.”

“But it’s amusing to me.”

“Amusing, how quickly they all go so silent. For months it was a joke. To insult and belittle Alexander Raven. To tear him down for his streak of bad luck. For months it was a joke to insult me. How quickly things can change. A victory here, and a victory there. In fact, it seems like an unstoppable tumbling train of wins. Both Luna and I, on an unstoppable journey towards redemption. Towards proving that we stand as the two peaks of this company. To prove that we belong at the apex. The only thing between that and where we are, is this damn tournament. A tournament, where the inevitability of the ending is a clash that we would not wish for.”

“You see, the end should be like this. Alexander Raven as the Internet Champion or Alexandra Calaway as the Bombshell Roulette Champion, stepping into the ring with the challengers Sean Parker and Luna Pasilno.  The outcome is beneficial either way, but there are deadly middles that come of it. I walk in champion, I risk walking out without it. Calaway walks in champion, and I know the shark that Luna is. I know the chumming of the waters will put a target on that woman. There is no perfect world that comes out of this, but there is a possibility that stands as a golden one.”

“Escaping the loss of the championship by simply not being the one pinned? That doesn’t sit right with me. No, if Vaughn and Dahl were truly the champions they want to be. I’d say they offer both titles on the way out. Winner takes all. That’s what I would expect of champions so confident in throwing themselves into this mix. Winner takes all. That’s what should be on the line, every damn time. See there is no world in which a secondary exists. That’s what makes a workhorse, the workhorse. Last year, I stepped into the Blast from the Past, put up my reign as Internet Champion, and fell.”

“And I fell. And I fucking fell. I failed to retake it, I failed to become the inaugural Mixed Tag Team Champion, and then I failed twice. Not once, but twice, to take the World Heavyweight Championship as my own. And you know what pisses me off? I’ve worked harder than anyone to prove that I belong here. I’ve worked harder than any other fucking person to prove that Alexander Raven is worth the damn paper he was signed to. And you Vaughn. You’ve been there every step of the way. Every step reminds me of something. To attack and tear down in that passive aggressive manner you do. You, Vaughn.”


“You’re a man made of fucking glass.”

“What do I mean by that, Vaughn? You know damn well, what I mean. You’re a man who prides himself upon being the top. The one who everyone looks up to, and by being the unassuming beast at the same time. Passive-aggressive and a holier than thou attitude, and you pretend to skirt along. The worst part of it all, you’ve got the skills to back it up. I know that better than almost anyone here, Vaughn. We’ve crossed paths, and we’ll cross paths again. But this time. This time it means just a little bit fucking more to me. This time, there ain’t no distraction. There ain’t no other fucking team to prance in the way and save us. This time, it is all us. You and Dahl, me and Calaway. A chance at the crowns, and a chance at yours.”

“See, Vaughn. I’ve been in your position. The only difference? I’d at least made something of myself as Internet Champion. See, you pride yourself on your Roulette Title reign, and I can respect that. I can respect that throwing yourself against Eddie Lyons however many times made you feel like it mattered. Throwing yourself at Bulldog and any other middling nobody that they deemed worthy of taking a shot at the Roulette Championship. Yeah, that’s a legacy to be proud of. Congratulations Peter. You proved that you can go toe to toe with the same people I already had.”

“Congratulations Peter, you’re holding the title that I made fucking relevant again. The title that I made the focus of the kings. Of former world champions. You’re holding what rightfully belongs to me. In the one-hundred and sixty eight days I was Internet Champion, I defended it the same amount as you did your precious Roulette Championship. The workhorse of Sin City, Alexander Raven. Fenris, Ken Davison, Austin James Mercer, three world champions to speak of. Miles Kasey, O’Malley, as contenders to the crown. People worth their salt. People worth the acknowledgement. That is the fucking legacy I left to that championship, and not a single person since has made it worth a damn.”

“Jack? A hack. The lesser Harris? Useless. Miles Kasey, at least he and King James gave it a try. But still nothing. And now, in what is technically your second defence of the belt? You’ve got me. What is it you said last time we met Vaughn? You want me to succeed right? Just not now, and never against you? Funny that. That’s the passive aggression I was talking about. The cock-sure bravado. The little bit of fire that makes you fucking unbearable to listen to. A man who hides behind the pretence of being approachable. A man who hides behind this frailty because it makes him feel more alive. You, Vaughn. You’re nothing but a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and this time? This time I’m going to expose you for everything.”

“I’m going to show why I’m the workhorse. Why I should still be the man considered for the World Championship. Why I am so fucking indispensable that they refuse to let me out of my contract. I’m going to show why the invisible elite are pulling strings to ensure that we come face to face again. To ensure that I have my championship back. So that when we make the finals, and face off against Sean Parker and Luna. That I have to give it my all to ensure that Calaway and I walk away the victors.”

“See, Vaughn. There’s this funny thing about the conspiracies I talk about. It’s funny how fate deems to bring us together once more. How it deemed to bring Matt Knox to your doorstep, once more. How, even Sean Parker is brought to your doorstep once more. Some people would say there is something in that. Hell, to bring it full circle, why don’t we find a way to bring James into this for you? Get a little something something back on that boy after he embarrassed you. When you said the same things you did to me. To get into my head. How you were going to be the one to step up to the plate. To take a shot at the World Championship. Instead, you failed there. You lost to Eddie, and in turn you’ve tried to redeem yourself with my Internet Championship. Unfortunately for you Vaughn, this is where it all comes tumbling down for you, again. Alexander Raven and Alexandra Calaway beat you and Bobbie Dahl, take one or the other’s championship, and send you back down the totem pole.”

“I’m banking on it being us, Vaughn. I’m banking on us being the ones to tie it all up. Because I don’t want to give the pleasure to anyone else. I don’t want to give this up. Whilst you were having a match with Miles Kasey, I was showing everyone what I am willing to do. Whilst you’ve lounged around doing fuck all for the last month, I was on the show every fucking week. I was hurting people, I was playing the fiddle. I was making people see what I needed them to see. So, when it comes down to you or me? I’ll tell you this, Vaughn.You ain’t half the bitch Ben Jordan was, but I hate you even more. So if it comes down to it? I’ll break your pretty fucking face all the same.”

“If I have to twist the rules just a little bit. If I have to sneak a few extra liver shots in. If I have to somehow find a way to staple a fucking picture of a hand drawn dick to your face. I’ll do it, Vaughn. I’ll do all of it, because I want to see you succeed. Truly, I do. Just never against me. I want to see you succeed Vaughn, just never at the cost of my sanity. I want to see you succeeded, as long as your success puts you beneath my boot like the scum-sucking filth that you fucking are. I want to see you succeed as long as success is painted with your blood. I want to see you succeed as long as it brings about the despair of those who would see me fail. I want to see you succeed, Vaughn. Just never in this place again.”


“But don’t you think I’ve forgotten about you, Bobbie.

“Oh, there’s no way I could forget about you, Bobbie. You’re part and parcel to my downfall. The woman who stood alongside the proverbial thorn in my side. Who… Where is Jack these days? Maybe I was right. When things get a little too tough. When things don’t quite go his way, he runs. I’ll give him credit, he stuck around just a bit longer than I expected. Stuck around long enough to belittle me just a few more times. Stuck around to question my merits. How much of him rubbed off on you, Bobbie?”

“How much of Jack Washington stuck around on the incorrigible Bobbie Dahl? How much of Jack Washington do you hold to your chest? How much of Jack Washington do you keep in yourself, to get you through the days? I think there’s a certain… beauty in what is to come. See I like to keep apprised of the goings on around here. Luna won the Roulette title, lost it to Jessie. Jessie lost it to Alexandra Calaway and she lost it… to you. That was the second embarrassment for Alexandra Calaway at the hands of Bobbie Dahl. I expected she could handle you last time, and we were both made to look like morons for it. Idiots who trusted too whole-heartedly in the other to get the job done.”

“I came up short, I lost it all. I spent the year recovering, and now? I’m still the same smooth talking, rambling mad man. I’m still the same incessant prick. The difference, Bobbie. The difference is that I want to tear the whole fucking world down. I’m not simply taking down those who want to see me fail. I’m not content with just ruining things for the corporate father’s. The executives in suits who think humanity is beneath their very thumb. I’m not content with being their whipping boy, and that. What does that mean for you, Dahl?”


“That means a world of fucking hurt.”

“A different situation, a different outcome. This time, there are no illusions. I know what to expect from Peter Vaughn. I know what to expect from Bobbie Dahl. I know what Alexandra Calaway is capable of. The only thing none of you truly know? What this current version of Alexander Raven is capable of. We saw just a fucking taste of what is to come when I tore apart Ben Jordan. I’ll rip apart every aspect of a person’s life, if I have to. I’ll hurt everyone they’ve ever cared about, if I need to. Jamie Dean wasn’t able to avenge his friend. Peter Vaughn won’t be able to avenge his fallen Saviors, and Bobbie Dahl? Bobbie Dahl will be exactly what I always said she was.”

“A non-factor and a failure of a competitor.”

“We walk in the challengers, and either myself or Calaway are walking away… champions. This little journey of yours Vaughn? It ends here. You’ll get your ass served to you by the man you never wanted to see succeed. You’ll get your compensation title taken from you, and you’ll do exactly what you always have. You’ll crumble like a smashed pane of glass, and run away. Hide your head beneath the sand, and cry foul. Because nobody could stop the magnanimous Peter Vaughn. Nobody could beat the man who is so understanding. Except… I’m not a believer in your horseshit.”

“And this time, Vaughn. This time, Dahl. There is no given. There is no manipulation of fate and chance. There is no outcome that is beneficial for you. This is simply my word. We walk into Climax Control, and we walk out. A championship heavier, though it should be two. You get wheeled out, a championship lighter, though it should be two. Vaughn can walk away, tail between his legs knowing that he just isn’t good enough. Not good enough to succeed when Alexander Raven is fully focused on him. Not good enough to even be in contention with Finn Whelan. Just another cog on the wheel. And then, just like everyone else. They will all know one fundamental truth.”


“The Conspiracy is here.”

“Are you listening to me yet?”

Next Time
Scene Three | Off-Camera

He’d ruined their date to Vimy Ridge. They’d not had much time together since the tour started. Luna had gone over early, he’d hung back. They’d met up in Normandy, but in the spirit of fairness, she’d been trying to spend her free time getting to know Sean Parker. He’d seemed above board, so Alex didn’t really mind. He wasn’t inherently the jealous type. He never could afford to be, even despite the past.

He woke up at some point, hours after they’d got back from Vimy Ridge. Showered, his clothes taken to be cleaned. They were curled up in bed, wrapped up in each other. She hadn’t even taken her make-up off. Alex stared at her, for the first time feeling in control of himself again. Not fearing another fugue state. His stomach rumbled, but he didn’t feel nauseous anymore. Throwing up on oneself was apparently enough to stop that.

He pressed his nose against the top of her head, his lips to her forehead. Placing a gentle kiss as he breathed deeply. He was used to losing a few hours. Months ago Sullivan and Harrison had gone playing in his head, and as a result, he sometimes just… lost time. Lost memories. Like an alcoholic, who teleported from place to place. It wasn’t uncommon. But this time… This time he’d lost days. Weeks even. Moments of lucidity, crawling underwater in his own mind. Things were not okay.

He kissed her forehead softly, and rolled over. Swinging his legs out of bed. It seemed like the sun never set in France. It was seven and the sun was still lighting the world up. It was an odd feeling. It made adjusting to the jetlag a little rougher than anticipated. At least… it should have. Was he even jetlagged? He had no way of knowing.

He stood up slowly, pulling out his phone. He assumed that he and Calaway hadn’t spent time together after the match. He had no real way of knowing. He barely remembered leaving the arena. He pulled her number up, his finger hovering over the call button. Thinking the better of it, he opened the messaging app instead.

“Hey, sorry we haven’t had a chance to sit down and chat. And sorry for being out of it during the match. There’s been some… strange things. I’m feeling better, so come this week, I’ll be good. I promise. If we get a chance, we’ll sit down after the match. Have a celebratory drink. Maybe get to know the Rabenschwarz’s outside of the ring. You’d be surprised how much… nicer, we can be.”

He typed out the message and hit send, sighing heavily. Raiding the bar fridge of the hotel room, he pulled out a Kronnebourg, popping the top off it. He took a long drink, draining almost the entire bottle in one go. The calming factor washed over his body. His eyes cast out to the world beyond. He owed Luna a proper date. To make up for… whatever today was. He closed his eyes, rubbing them for a moment.

And where the empty balcony had once been, a man now stood there.

Vita Mors now stood there.

His head pounded again, but he felt in control of himself. Throwing open the balcony door he stepped out and spun the man around. James’ face stared back at him. None of the emotion, cheek or otherwise in the eyes. A walking corpse one could say. Yet there he was, staring into his soul. A warm smile that did not stretch any further than his mouth.

“I’m sorry our last encounter didn’t go so well, but I figured I should check in on you. How are you feeling, Mr Rabenschwarz?” Vita Mors asked.

Alex answered with a fist across the jaw. Smacking the man square across the mouth. And then again, and again. The third stopped by a hand around his wrist. Mors’ smile faded, and he leaned forward. He had impressive strength despite the lack of effort of exertion being shown.

“What the fuck have you done to me?” Alex grumbled, trying to pull his hand away.

“Simply what we agreed to, Alexander. You promised to lend me your body for a short while. I promised to give you closure. Unfortunately, it seems your mind was weaker than I expected. Did you know you are prone to bouts of psychosis? Very unfortunate.” Mors mocked, slowly releasing Alex’s wrist. He turned and stepped away, moving further onto the small balcony.

“I didn’t agree to anything.” Alex said, shaking some blood flow back into his hand. His fingers still curled up, balled into fists.

“Part of the deal, I’m afraid. Some people, such are yourself. The effects are… more potent than expected. In time, you’ll get your mind. For now, know at the very least. Nothing untoward happened. I simply… learnt of the world. Alas, my time here is short.” Mors said, turning to look out at the sun. Seemingly unphased by the brightness.

“I don’t want this. I don’t want anything to do with you. I don’t want you wearing my friend’s fucking face.” Alex yelled, backing up towards the balcony door. Just wanting this all to be over. Mors simply shrugged and held out a hand. His fingers flexed towards the sun. Nothing seemed to happen, but it was strange all the same.

“I got what I needed, Mr Rabenschwarz. Unfortunately, for you to achieve your just dues? We cannot part ways just yet. I am beholden to the contracts we enter into. For better or worse. We’ll see each other again soon.” Mors said, turning to look at Alex once more. Bringing his hand up to cover his own face. Almost like he was wiping the slate clean.

And then, in no more than a blink. Vita Mors was gone, and Alex was alone. Standing on the balcony, alone.

“Lexi? You feeling better, lover?” Luna’s sleepy voice came, her arms wrapping around his waist. His body was stiff, but loosened in her arms. He was losing his mind. He had to be.

And then…
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Climax Control Archives / confrontation
« Last post by Aiden Reynolds on May 10, 2024, 05:37:56 AM »
Confrontation

”I fuckin told you to be careful bruv…now look what you have done..”

Steve was pissed off. The calmer half of the team, Aidens confidant, the first guy who talked to him when he arrived in Japan. They had been through alot together. But right now, none of that seemed to matter. Steve was pacing back and forth, his gear bag sitting on the floor of the lockeroom. Aiden was sitting on the bench, his elbows resting on his knees with his head resting on his hands in an upright position.

Steve looks down at Aiden and shook his head, clearly frustrated and angry. He turned and folded his arms before looking over at both their gear bags. ”When you shit where you eat, bad shit is bound to happen mate.” His british accent made everything sound more classy than it really was, times like this when Steve was trying to be serious Aiden would usually laugh. But this was no laughing matter.

They had turned up to the arena. Gear with them, a notification email from a few days before telling them they were booked for the show. That they had earned themselves a semi main spot against one of the best teams in the company. Winners would go on to get a tag team title shot at the next special events show. This was a big deal. This was what they had worked for. The two foreign stars who had steadily gotten the conservative Japanese crowds to become fans.

However, when they arrived, when they went to the administration office and position, their names had been erased from the card. Told they were no longer booked for the show. And after retreating to the lockeroom, it had become clear why. Steve was annoyed with Aiden. Clearly blaming him for what had happened. ”So what are we gonna do? Huh? This is our lives, our careers…”

Aiden took a deep breath and finally spoke up. ”We don’t know if that’s the reason mate. And even if it is, I ain’t backing off from Akari, she’s a grown woman and I like her.”

Steve shook his head and stood back. ”Yeah, I get that. But it’s not just YOUR career on the line here Aiden. It’s mine too. And you don’t seem to care about that.”

Aiden took a deep breath and stayed silent. It hit him, Steve was right, it was messing with him too. The door cracked open and a man in a black suit entered, he had shoulder length black hair, the front of it was slicked back over the top, he folded his arms and spoke in broken english but still well enough for Aiden to understand. ”Boss wants to see you….” Aiden stood up[, he and Steve headed toward the door. The well dressed man put his hand up in front of Steve. ”Not you…just him…”

Seteve looked over at Aiden, Aiden shrugged and gave his partner a pat on the shoulder. ”I’ll take care of it mate…”
The two men walked out and into the hallway, going through the winding backstage area. Passed officials and other wrestlers. Passed press and production crew. They went to the back of the arena to large silver double doors. Aiden had a chill run down his spine. What was in this room? Was it really Akaris father? Or was it a group of Yakuza ready to…eliminate the problem. He took a deep breath and the yakuza in front of him opened the door. Aiden nodded and stepped in. Taking a relieving breath as he entered.

The room was a standard office. The largest room in the arena, set up in a makeshift way with removable desks, chairs and a few briefcases sitting next to the legs of the desk. And sitting behind the desk, was an older man, his hair with a few grey flecks in it, dressed in a tailored grey suit with a dark blue tie. His glasses sat at the end of his nose as he looked at a few pieces of paper flicking through them. Aiden stayed silent, his hands behind his back.

The seconds seemed to drag by, a minute felt like an hour. But after a few minutes the older man put down the papera and looked up. His eyes were piercing and serious. Aiden had only met him once before. When he first started and signed his contract. Hahashi Kiriyu was a man with a reputation, he was strong, mentally and for a man of his age, physically. He sat back and purced his lips together before finally breaking the silence. ”I am going to speak in English, I understand you can understand Japanese but speaking it is difficult. Correct?” Aiden gave a small nod. Hahashi stood up. ”How long have you been contracted to my company?”

Aiden swallowed hard and breathed deep. ”8 months, 11 days and about 4 hours.”

Hahashi laughed and shook his head. ”You have worked hard to win over our fans. You and your partner have been getting popular, selling merchandise. I’m rather impressed with it.”

”Well, people I talked to said if you can turn the crowd here, if you can do it here…you can do it anywhere, sir.”

He chuckled and gave a small nod before folding his arms. ”Mr Reynolds. I had a plan when you were being brought in here. I was going to offer to pay out your contract, The next year and three months, as well as any perceived bonus payments and merchandise based on averages.” He pauses and moves around AIden who stays silent and still. ”I was going to offer this to get you to leave. It would have been alot of money to simply never come back to Japan…” Aiden still stayed silent. Hahashi shook his head and sighed heavily. ”But, I know that won’t work with you will it? Paying you to go away?.”

Aiden shook his head, answering with two words. ”No sir.”

Hahashi nodded in agreement before clearing his throat. ”So, instead what I will offer you is more simple than that…” He paused for a moment. Aiden didn’t flinch. ”Opportunity” He moved around Aiden with a deep breadth, trying to gauge the reaction. Or lack there of. ”Preferential booking and chances. Opportunities in my company to become a huge star and succeed. And in return….uou stop seeing my daughter.”

”No….” without missing a beat or thinking. Aiden blurted out his answer. Hahashi was caught of guard. Not knowing how to respond. Aiden swallowed hard and shook his head. ”With all due respect sir….none of this is your decision. Akari and I are adults. In charge of our own lives. And what kind of value would I be placing on myself or your daughter if I accepted this?”

Aidens words hung in the air. Hahashi took a deep breath and moved back behind his desk, placing his palms flat. ”I respect that answer. And under normal circumstances, another place or time….or another business….I would shake your hand and walk away. But this is not something I will let happen….so, take some time to think about my offer….you have a week…”

There was no point in arguing. Aiden knew that. He gave a small nod and turned, moving out of the makeshift office and out the door. The yakuza who led him there leaned against the wall next to the door with a smirk. ”You have balls….no brains…but balls…” He scoffed and moved passed Aiden. The Australian star swallowed hard and shook his head. A nagging feeling of dread hanging over him.

Failure

”Well, that sucked”

Aiden Reynolds, his head resting in his hands as he stares ahead. Normally flanked by a friend or member of his family. This time though, Aiden was alone. His usual joking demeanor changed into a serious one.

”failing is never easy. The truth is, I could sit here and tell you all about how losing and failing is a learning experience. That in losing a huge opportunity like this I learned something about myself and I can use that lesson as a way to push myself forward and get better. But really? Right now I just feel like shit. I had the biggest opportunity of my young career in this company, I could have teamed with Melissa and we could’ve gone onto win the blast from the past. Something that no one at Wollfslair has never done before.”

“Alex tried and Alex failed. Alicia has tried and failed. I had an opportunity to go forward and do this and skyrocket myself above everyone else and get a championship match. And the first hurdle I came across I spilled over it and fell on the ground. Failing is everyone else ran past me. it’s a feeling that I can’t describe. But it’s one that I shouldn’t have to. Unless you are incredibly lucky in this world you’ve tasted failure. You know that the world doesn’t end because of your failure. But you also know that for a little while, it stings.”

“And what stings the most is who I lost to. Mark Cross. Do you know what it’s like losing to someone who is so incredibly stupid? Well, at least I think he’s stupid. He might also be the smartest human being I’ve ever met in my life. He said could have quite sleep in there to put Me off my game. Saying that Alex Jones, a man who runs the gym that I am a part of, a man that many would say is a mentor to Me, Mark Cross singled him out and decided to talk shit. Saying that Alex played hot potato with championships.”

“Despite the fact that all of Alex‘s championship reigns except for one were longer than Mark cross’ world title reign.”

“So, either Mark Cross is an idiot who doesn’t know how time works, or he is a genius who knew what to say to put me off my game. The only problem is if he really is that stupid then I lost to someone who has absolutely no brains in his head whatsoever. and did teach me a lesson. It taught me that when you’re cutting a promo it doesn’t matter what you say. You can come up with intelligent arguments as to why you are better than your opponent and why you’re going to win but it means nothing when you can just bring out some made up bullshit that comes off the top of your head just because you feel like it.”


I can laugh to himself, looking up and across the room. He gets to his feet and runs her hands through his short Sandy blonde hair before cracking his neck and continuing.

”Still, not as stupid as what Eiley said. Saying that I was a fin wannabe. Because I’m clearly a self hating Goth and narcissist with too many tattoos and not enough brains. And by the way I say that in full knowledge that I not only live in the guys house but I’m also good friends with him. And his younger brother also happens to be my heterosexual life mate. Don’t worry, Kallie knows.”

“The fact remains that Melissa and I lost those two morons. Instead of going onto the next round of the blast from the past, I’ve been thrown a bone and given a singles match this week. A match with nothing at stake. And I don’t want to disrespect the city wrestling management crew all the people who decide who faces who but this match with all due respect is complete bullshit.”

“Instead of a second match in this tournament, I am now facing a guy who much like myself failed. That feels great. Facing someone else who is a complete failure. Thanks guys you couldn’t have given me someone who actually has a name in this company you had to give me someone who literally turned up just to be in the tournament.”

“Lyle Kasey Junior. Or LJ Kasey for short, although that doesn’t really make any sense does it? His name is Lyle Kasey Junior but instead it’s L J. Kasey. So is it Lyle Junior Kasey? That’s really confusing mate. You need to get your name sorted out and your messaging. Because I watched what you had to say last week and you could’ve had Jayden Harris by the balls but instead you went and ramble on about stupid bullshit no one cares about and also made yourself look like a freaking hypocrite”


Aidan scoff and shakes his head, folding his arms over his chest

”So, you are seriously going to stand there and go on at Harris because of who his family members are? He can’t help you. His father is any more than you can help her. Your brother is. And trust me on this Lyle no one‘s gonna give a shit about you unless you have a family contact like your older brother Miles. That might seem harsh but it’s true. You can’t sit there and talk shit about one dudes family while having the only reason that you are even here for your own.”

“You really put your foot in it. Because now when someone looks at you all they’re gonna see is the silly little twit who instead of focusing on who he is and why he is one of the best in the world, or rather wants to be, would rather focus on peoples family. when the only reason anyone knows his name or who he is is because of his family.”

“And I’ll be completely honest. I like your brother. He’s a good guy, he is a pretty brilliant wrestler and he knows what he’s doing in that ring and any time I’ve spent hanging out with Miles he’s been nothing but nice to me. We’ve had arguments about the Australian cricket team against the cricket team, we have talked about whether or not room temperature beer is better than an ice cold beer. By the way he’s wrong it’s an ice cold cold beer and if he brings it up to me again, I’m going to have his beer lukewarm by taking a piss in it…”

“But l, just because I like your brother doesn’t mean that I have to like you. In fact your attitude has already pissed me off. I join this company and saw the blast from the past tournament is way that I could kind of skip the line. But you’re another one of these people who join because of the tournament. So what if you had gotten a good partner and flute away all the way through to win? someone like you would never have been able to beat Finn. You go up against Finn and you get crushed. And then that would be the waste of a tournament. The waste of a win the waste of a title shot in short everything you would’ve done in this company would’ve been a waste.”


Aiden shakes his head and throws his hands in the air.

”I dunno mate. Maybe I’m being too hard on you. In fact I might be standing here and talking shit and looking like a right prick. It’s not like it hasn’t happened before. But with all due respect to you, a win over you gets me nothing. I just lost the biggest opportunity of my career to this point. And now here I am facing you. And for what? I bet you and I get nothing out of it. It doesn’t help me climb the ladder, it doesn’t help me get to worry I need to be. All it means is that I’ve beaten you. And this company at this point even with your last name? You don’t mean shit.”

“You might be talented, you might be a future world champion here. You might be the next big thing on the horizon that is going to take this company by storm. You might be. But right now, at this moment, you are a kid with a zero and one record in this company who went on the biggest stage of his career. At this point decided to prove yourself as a huge hypocrite and talk about Jayden Harris like he didn’t matter all because he had a daddy who is famous. kind of like your brother is famous”

“Now, you and I are going to get in that ring. We could steal the show. If you are half the athlete that your brother is, you might just put up a good enough fight that people watch this match and be absolutely blown away with the two guys in it. You might be a damn good dance partner. But that isn’t gonna mean anything when the dust settles.”

“This is a lose lose situation. If I win, I have just beaten a kid who means nothing in this company. If I lose I’ve just lost to a kid who failed in his one and only match in this company. So what does this get me? well, I have to look on the positives mate. Because honestly? It’s in my nature to be eternal fucking optimist. So this is going to be a chance for me to release a little pressure. To go out there and beat you down and to show the world what I can do. The beating that you’re about to take? I hope you don’t take it personally. Because this isn’t personal. I don’t know you Lyle. I don’t hate you, I have no real feelings towards you. You are just an opponent front of me. And it’s my job to get you out of the way….”
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Climax Control Archives / Bet on me, bet on Nakita Niles
« Last post by Nakita Niles on May 09, 2024, 12:15:40 AM »

War? War is something that Nakita knows all about. Her own war started two weeks ago when she almost had the win, but that was gone when Bea cost Nakita the match. Course, Nakita knew that she had to get some payback and she did. She did what she had to do and that cost her match to lose in the Blast from the past tournament. It’s no doubt that Bea is going to try to get payback against Nakita. But this time, Nakita will be ready for anything and everything that Bea tries to throw at her. Nakita has to give Bea a message that she messed with the wrong girl and to do that, she has to face Miss Murder and beat her within an inch of her life. She has to show her what happens when she crosses a marine.

After doing everything to make sure she was going to lose, Nakita had to spend a few days away from social media to really get her mind together. She wanted to make sure that nothing in this world matters most then this match that she has against Miss Manners. Who is this woman? Where did she come from? Why is her name Miss Manners? Was she some kind of saint? Nakita will have to figure all that out at a later date. Right now, her mind, body, and spirit are calm and relaxing. Nakita is more patient than anyone could hope for. Nakita has to remember everything that Chris and Everett have taught her and that’s not give up and keep fighting. Keep fighting until they hear your voice and make them remember who you are.

Nakita was outside as the sun was going down. She’s wearing a pink sports bra, pink and black workout legging tights, and white sneakers. Nakita's phone went off as she answered it. ”Hello?” As she spoke in her southern tone accent. ”Hey Nakita! This is Chris. How are you feeling after last week?”

How is she feeling? That’s something that she never thought she would do but had to make Bea pay for what she did.

”I’m okay! I never thought I would go that low, but Bea just pissed me off so much that I had to get her back.” Chris understood what she was going through and had been there more times than anyone. He knows the feeling of paying someone back for what they did to him.

”I completely understand where you’re coming from, Nakita. When Pandora joined Eclipse back in XHW, I was hurt from her betrayal. I knew that I had to fight her eventually and I did. I wrapped a barb wire around her face and used everything in my body to make her pay for what she did to me. It killed me on the inside, but I know it was the right thing to do.”

”I know what you mean, but I’m not like you. I didn’t want to do what I did in order to pay her back for what she did to me.”

”Think about it, Nakita. You cost her something. What she did to you was something you had to do. It’s showing her that you mean business. And I know when you get your mind focus, you mean business.”

Nakita knows that Chris is right. She knows that what he says is nothing but the truth. In a way, Nakita was happy that she cost Bea the chance to advance, and that made her smile even more.

”I guess I never thought of that, Chris. I’m glad you know what you’re talking about. Sometimes I need to listen to you if I want to get better.”

”That’s why you, me, and Everett were Trios champions back in ECWF. Sometimes we need to listen to each other if we want to get better. Listen, I want you to not think about anything but your match this week. I want your mind on who you’re facing and nothing else. No social media, no thot posts, no DMs, nothing. Just you and this match. Can you do that?”

That’s when Nakita nodes her head as if she can do that. ”I can do that, Chris.”

”Good!”

That’s when Nakita hears fighting over the phone which happens to be at Chris’s home. Mellie is yelling at the kids to calm down. That’s when Chris spoke to Nakita. ”I have to go. The kids are fighting, and Ryan is throwing stuff that he shouldn’t.”

He looks at his kids and yells at them. ”Alright that does it” As he told his kids before saying the last thing to Nakita. ”I’ll call you later.”

He hangs up as Nakita shakes her head while looking at her phone.

”I want kids, but not those kids.”

She sets her phone down and looks in the distance at the sun. She gives off a little nod knowing what she has to do if she wants to win. She has to stay off everything and focus on the only thing that matters and that’s Miss Manner. She kneels as the sun goes down. Nakita thinks that looking at the sun will make her go down, but it’s the opposite. It’s going to make her rise to the top and get a sweet victory that she knows she can achieve. If she wants to prove herself and prove to the entire SCW world, she has to —- No, she needs to win. She needs to win to show that she’s the toughest of the tough in SCW.

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”Violence?”

As words were spoken under the black screen. It comes up and you can see Nakita Niles sitting there against the wall. The screen was black and white. As you can tell, it was a filter on the leans. She’s wearing a jacket, a top, combat pants, and boots. Her hair is curly and covers her right eyes.

”Violence is something that a little girl should never learn. A little girl is supposed to be raised properly and delicate. I can tell you; I wasn’t raised like that. I was raised to defend myself. I was raised in the country. Riding horses, feeding chickens, barreling the hay. I was raised to be a tough country gal. As I grew up, I joined the Marines and I learn to not only defend myself, but I also defended this country.”

”But you, Miss Manners? You’re nothing more than an egotistical woman who doesn’t know what manners is really like. You think you’re so good? You think you can go around SCW and tell all the men and women what to do? To make them like you? You make them do something that they don’t want to do?”

Snickered. ”Good luck trying that against me. I see someone like you, and I just want to punch you square in the mouth. I’m not some little girl that you can raise to be proper or delicate. I’m not a sheep like some people who want to follow you. Nah, I’m Nakita Niles, a soldier. A warrior. A Marine.”

She shakes her head while her eyes continue to be on the camera. Her back was against the wall and continued what she said.

”When I was fighting overseas, I was scared to death. But I stood tall and continued to fight. I fought against all those that thought they could harm the American way. I didn’t come home until the last shot was fired. Miss Manners, everything about you makes me sick. Anyone who is anyone knows what I can do in that ring and they know how tough I am. You? You’re not that tough. You’re the type of woman who would rather speak instead of fighting.”

She brought her leg up as the bottom of her boots was on the ground. Her arms rest on her knees. She takes a moment to breathe and really thinks long and hard. She sighs and gives off a little smile.

”If you’re going to bring up my past and lose in the Blast from the past, go ahead. Because people will do whatever it takes to bring me down. But guess what? I’m not the type to go down easily. I don’t care if you want to hurt my feelings or tell me that I’m not woman enough, then go ahead. I had worse things thrown at me. But guess what? Words mean nothing to me. You want what means something to me? What happens in that Twenty by twenty ring. What happens in that ring means everything to me and I’m going to show you and everyone just how good I am.”

”If I beat you within an inch of your life, so be it. Because I want you to know that I’m not just another pretty face. No  —- I’m more than that and everyone knows it. I know you don’t know it, Miss Manners and that’s why I’m going to make you understand clearly about who and what I am. Unlike you, I care about this business. My trainers, Chris Matthews and Everett Aloni have taught me to be cold and ruthless to those people who deserve it. The question is, do you deserve it?”

She used her hand and moved her curly hair to the side. Both of her eyes are focused on the camera. She gives off the smile again before letting it down.

”Who knows at this point. But I can assure you that coming Climax Control, we’re going to find out, aren’t we? Either way, you better be ready to understand that pain that I’m going to put you through. I’m going to make sure that you and everyone is going to remember who I am and that I’m willing to step in the ring with anyone that steps in that ring with me.”

She rests her arms back on her knees. ”And you’re going to be one of the many people that are going to feel my wrath. Everyone that wants to fight, I’m open. I want Bea to understand who she’s messing with. I want her to understand that I’m not the type to sit down and die. No, I stand back up and I fight. I can promise you and everyone that when I get my hands on Bea, I’m going to hurt her and humiliate her.”

”There are things that run through my mind, Miss Manners. But what runs through my mind isn’t something I don’t or need to say. Why? Because I know that kids are going to be seeing this promo on the internet. But I can promise you that what I want to say isn’t nice. Cause you see, unlike you, I have manners. But my manners aren't delicate or proper. My manners take place in that ring and you’re going to see what I’m talking about when we step in there. At Climax Control, things aren’t going to be proper or delicate when I get my two hands on you and you can bet on that.”

She stands up as the camera follows her. She walks forward and passes by the camera as it now only focuses on the wall that Nakita was sitting at. The door of the scene opens and closes. That’s when the scene ends and finally fades to black.

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Nakita is seen inside of her apartment packing her bags and knows that she needs to get to the airport. She’s wearing her marine shirt, black jeans, and white sneakers. Her phone is on the bed right next to it and it starts to ring. She looks at the phone. It was her mother and that’s when she grabs the phone and answers it.

”Hello, mother.”

She gets a smile on her face knowing that she loves to get a call from her mom.

”Hello dear. Usually, I would call to see how you’re doing. But this isn’t a good call.”

Nakita sits on her bed as she wants to know what’s going on.

”What’s going on momma?” As she spoke in worry. You can hear her mother crying on the other end.

”Its…Its…Its…”

”Mother, what is it? What’s going on?”

Her mother starts to get teary eyes from what she has to tell her daughter.

”It’s your father, dear. He…well, he passed away.”

”Wait, what? How?”

Nakita put her hand on her mouth as she started to get a teary eye. It was something that she never expected.

”He went to take a nap and he never woke up. He passed away in his sleep.”

”I’m coming up now. I need to see him.”

”No dear, you do what you’re doing now. You do what you’re doing now. Your father believed in you. So, you do a show and come here afterwards. Believe me, I know your father would agree with me on this.”

Nakita starts to sob after hearing what her mother told her. She wasn’t sure if she could do this, because it was a huge hit on her.

”I can’t mom. How can I do this knowing You tell me that dad passed away? I….I don’t know what to say. It was hard enough losing Grandma and grandpa. Now dad? I hate losing people.”

”Because I know you’re strong just like your father. You get your strength from your father. Your father was hard headed just like you. But he was always strong and he may not always say it to you, but your father really loved you.”

She was upset and that just made her even more sad. But it was happy tears that her father did love her even if he never said it to her all the time.

”Thanks mom. I need that. I promise that after Climax control, I’ll be there to see you and we can discuss dads funeral.”

”Don’t you worry about that, okay? You have enough to worry about. Let me worry about planning this, okay? He was my husband.”

”But can you do it on your own?”

”Yeah,” as she sobs silently to let Nakita know how much pain she is in. ”I can. You go and do what you have to do, okay? I want you to fight. Fight to be the best that you can be, okay? Your father watched all your matches and he was so proud of you. Now, get your stuff packed and get on that plane, okay?”

She smiles as her mother hangs up. Nakita plants her phone on the bed and leans forward. She put her hands on her head and you can see the pain in her face. It was the worst feeling knowing that her father passed.

”She’s right. I need to do this and believe in what my father believes. He believed in me and I need to believe in myself like he did.”

She stands up and looks on the side of her bed and sees a picture of her father and her. She grabs it and places it against her heart. It was like something that stung her more than losing a match. This was something that made her feel weak, but at the same time, she has to be strong.

”I have to remember what Chris said. I have to be strong and not focus on social media. I can’t post something of dads death. I have to remain calm, cool, and collected.”

She sets the picture down back on her bedside and finishes packing her bag and looks at the picture once again. She smiles and knows what she needs to do.

”This is for you, papa. At Climax Control, I’m going to make you proud of me.”

She walks out of her room. She heads to her fridge and grabs water. She shuts the door and walks out of the apartment where gets in her car and proceeds to drive to the apartment where she needs to prove to herself that even in her fathers death that she’s still as tough as she says she is. This will be a test for sure now. But this test will be like any other test that Nakita took. She will pass it with flying colors and prove that she’s not only strong, but smart. She calls Chris again and needs to talk to him for a second. ”Hello?”

”Hey Chris, I need to talk to you about something important if you have the time.”

Chris' kids were fighting as he was speaking to her. ”Still fighting I hear? I’ll call you when I get off my plane. I needed to talk to you about something important.”

”Sounds like a plan. Call me then.”

She hangs up and that makes her laugh knowing that the kids are fighting and annoying their parents. But Nakita will let him know what’s going on when the plane lands.

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The scene comes up in the Vimy Ridge and Arras tour. The place was a battlefield in World War one. There were people taking a tour and then there was Nakita Niles who took in the sights. She’s wearing her marine t-shirt, black combat pants, black combat boots, and black tinted shades. The sun is out and shining brightly. She walks along the grass and takes a good look at everything about this place. She stops and looks at the camera.

”Battlefields? A place where two different groups of people fight for something stupid. Battlefields is a place where young men and women lay their lives down on the line for dumb reasons. Mostly because of the government where they want oil or something like that. But this battlefield right and that fight that you and I are going to have at Climax Control is different, Miss Manners. Yeah, you see, you and I aren’t laying out life down on the line for oil. No, we’re fighting because that’s what is asked of us. But the difference between you and me is that I’m coming into this match with a full head of steam.”

”That right there makes me the most dangerous and everyone knows it. They know that I’m coming into this match to be a stepping stone for anyone. I’m here to fight and I’m going to bring the fight to you. I know when you saw this match, you thought this was going to be another easy day for Miss Manners. But that’s not going to be the case this time. You see, I’m not here to be polite, be proper, or be delicate. I’m here to grab your face and rub it against the mat. I’m going to be there to break you down piece by piece and leave you weak and vulnerable.”

Nakita reaches up and grabs her shade to take them off. Her blue eyes looked at the camera as she kept a serious look on her face.

”I’m not going to take it easy on you, Miss Manners. I’m not going to stop this match until I know that you can’t walk anymore. But you know what’s funny? I’m not usually like this. I show everyone the respect that they deserve, but not this time. See, I want Bea and everyone to see that I’m not some push over like others think I am. No, I’m to break the door down to this place and show the warrior that I am. The fans' eyes will be glued to the ring and they will see me pick you apart. Why? Because they will know just how dangerous I am and see that I’ll do anything to send a message to someone who did me wrong.”

”You’re asking yourself, “Why me? What did I do?” And that question for you is…nothing. You do nothing. But I can tell you that you must’ve done something to be put in the same ring with me.  Which is why I’m saying what I'm saying. But between you and me, bea is the reason. All I want from you, Miss Manners, is to send Bea a message for me is all. I want her to know that I’m not going to forget or forgive what she did to me. Usually, I’m the type of girl to forgive someone, but not this time.”

”I’m marching to Climax Control to fight and fight I will. Are you ready for it? Are you ready to step in the ring with the soldier queen? Are you ready to go toe to toe with someone that can deal a great amount of damage?”

She shakes her head slowly and smiles at the camera. ”I don’t think you are. I think you’re terrified of all the damage that I can do to you. But you want to know something? It doesn’t matter what you say or do. It doesn’t matter how low you need to go against me, Miss Manner. All I know is that you’re not ready for the fight that I’m going to bring to you. No – I don’t think you have the slightest idea how much I can hurt you. I would stand her and talk to you about honor and discipline, but I don’t you have the slightest idea what those are.”

She walks forward and rests her back against the monument. She put her shades back on her face while she kept that smile on her face.

”At Climax control, I can tell you right now that you don’t have the strength or brain to go hand to hand with me. I don’t think you have the guts to do what I can do. You are no warrior. You’re no soldier. You’re nothing. When we step in that ring, I’m going to prove just that. I’m going to prove that Miss Manners is nothing but all bark and no bite. Miss Manners, the only thing that you’re going to understand is that I’m not someone you should overlook. As of right now, I’m going to let you go so I can take a look at this place some more. But before I go, I want to say one more thing to you, Miss Manners. I’m not sure if you’re a betting woman or not, but if you are, you better make the right bet. Because if I was you, I would bet on me. Why? Because when people bet on me, they always win. What about you, Miss Manners? What are you betting on? Are you betting on yourself or on me, Nakita Niles? Miss Manners, I’m going to see you later.

She moves forward and makes a salute to the camera. The camera moves closer as she gives off smiles.

”Bet on me, bet on Nakita Niles.”

She walks away as the scene fades to black.
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