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Supercard Roleplays / Re: EDDIE v MILES v LIAM v JUSTIN v AIDEN v BULLDOG v LOGAN - OVERBOARD BATTLE ROYAL
« Last post by JustinSmith on Today at 04:44:53 PM »
The scene opens up with Justin Smith standing on the deck of the Princess Cruise. Before he goes to get a drink, he decides to call his friend and former trainer Casey Williams.

Justin-Hey Casey, are you excited to see me kick some ass in the battle royal?

Casey-I am, even though you may not be the one to win, coming from a guy who never won a battle royal.  Everyone used to target me cuz of my size. You will be targeted due to your cockiness”

Justin-I am ready for anything and everything. If I win, great! If I get tossed out first, back to the drawing board I go.

Casey-Ifigured, and I can see you having confidence in yourself.

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

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

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

Early the very next day, Justin is seen at his cabin, on the way to the gym to meet up with Dying Breed and Hitamashii. He arrives at the gym to see Dying Breed members Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell already there sparring with each other and Hitamashii.

Andrew-You’re late!

Justin-Sorry, got stuck behind some slow people on the way here.

Ivan-Let’s work on some different techniques.

Justin-Let’s do this!!![/b]

Andrew-At least your skill set can hopefully shine in this match!

Justin-How so?

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

Justin-Yes.

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

Justin and Ivan get into position and Justin attempts to give Ivan a crucifix powerbomb.

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

Justin and Ivan get into position again and Justin’s 2nd attempt of a crucifix powerbomb looks much better than the first time.

Andrew-Good job!

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

Later that night, Justin is seen at the cafeteria for dinner, but turns to the camera with an evil look in his eyes to call out his opponents, first Eddie Lyons.

Justin-”Eddie, I may be a fool, but I am still here in this match getting the same opportunity you are, so I am doing something right in the bosses eyes to keep getting opportunities even though I am not successful. The bosses know I go out week in and week out and wrestle my heart out and am willing to do whatever is best for business, and having confidence in myself is worth more than anything. I will prove my worth to you, if it’s the last thing I do. Nothing you can say bothers me!”

Justin then gets a coke before turning his attention to Miles Kasey.

Justin-”Miles, you can talk about being the present all you want, but I will prove to you that you are nothing but a one trick pony and that the future is now. Guys like me, Liam, and Logan are the guys that are going to prove to the world that we are the hungriest guys here with the most to prove and the most to gain from winning this match, and that you are nothing but a stepping stone to our successes”

Justin then gets 2 slices of pepperoni pizza. He sits down to eat it and then turns his attention back to call out Liam Davis.

Justin-”Liam, I know you like me and respect me, but that will only go so far in this business.  People cross each other all the time, and I am as vicious as the best of them. Its those whom you trust most that will end up burning you in the end. That is exactly what I will do to you when I eliminate you from this match and being the victor, going on for the World Title here in SCW while you are floundering in the mid card.

Justin breathes, finishes eating, disposes of his trash and then goes to the deck as he calls out Aiden Reynolds.

Justin-”Aiden, you think I’m a joke, but I will prove to you and everybody else that I deserve to be here as much as you. You claim I am part of the reason the Blast From The Past tournament was changed, but in reality, that’s farther from the truth.  I show up every week without question. I go out to the ring and wrestle my heart out for the fans for better or for worse.  Yes, I may be overconfident in myself, but in this industry, if you don’t believe in yourself, nobody else will. It’s a shark eat shark world, and I am the hungriest shark of them all, with the most to prove.”

Justin arrives at the deck, sits in a chair, takes a sip of his coke, and calls out Bill Barnhart.

Justin-”Bill, you seem super confident you are the best wrestler in this match, and that you don’t care what others think about you, but in reality, you will fail and you’re a shell of your former glory. A washed up has been who needs to retire and hang out with your ugly wife and dog.  There is nothing worse than an old timer trying to remain relevant many years past his prime, like you and Felix Hernandez. I hope that when you get tossed over the ropes and off the boat, nobody will be subjected to watching another Bill Barnhart match again.”

Justin cackles before calling out Logan Hunter.

Justin-”Logan, you claim I can’t lace up your boots. I will show you how good I really am when I toss your ass out of the battle royal, causing you to throw another temper tantrum because things don’t go your way. Unlike you, when things don’t go my way, which has been a lot, I put in the work to try to improve my game. You just like to cry like a little bitch and I will make you my bitch com Summer XXXtreme!!!

Justin then hums his theme song “Madness” by Liliac as the scene fades to black.
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Supercard Roleplays / “ 𝗕𝗘𝗧 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙 ”
« Last post by Jayden on Today at 04:36:59 PM »


Exhaustion.

That’s what Jayden felt, this very moment. He laid there on the mat covered in sweat. His muscles ached. Truly looking like he had been through the ringer. That’s exactly what it was too. The last two weeks, it was back in the gym like never before. Repolishing his boxing skills. Refocusing on the jiu jitsu from when he was younger. Getting those mat based takedown fundamentals back in check. It was a fight for crying out loud. A fight that he was making sure he was ready for. Breathing heavy as his silence broke.

“ You’ve spent the last two weeks doing everything you could to bury me. Doing everything you could to discredit me. Making sure that you had the spotlight all to yourself. And more than anything doing what you could to have all eyes on you. This is what you are good at, Vincent. You’re good at talking a big game. You’re almost as good at talking a big game as you are attacking people from behind. But the problem is you’re just good at talking. You’re not good at execution. ”

His hands placed against that mat under him. Pushing himself to a seated position. Those aches and pains surging through his exhausted body. Something that he kept telling himself would all be worth it in the end. It just had to be worth it or all of this was for nothing.

“ Along with not being good with execution. You’re also not good at thinking about the outcome. For example because you have spent all this time burying me. Telling the world I don’t matter. That this is a shoe in for you. Not once has the thought crossed your mind of... what if. What if this doesn’t go the way you had pictured it? See, it’s one thing to bury me as a wrestler and to say I don’t matter. That’s the nature of this business. Everyone does it. I let that shit slide right off my back. But to say those things in a fight setting. That’s shit people hold onto for dear life.

If I go out there and just knock you the fuck out. You are going to be laughed at. Not for just a couple weeks. Not for a couple of months. No, you will be laughed at for the rest of your life. Because of just how sure of yourself you were. If I go out there and put you to sleep or force you to tap out. It is going to be the exact same thing. No one will ever trust anything you have to say ever again. No one is going to ever believe that you are who you say that you are. And can you blame them honestly? You would have essentially told them all lies. Who is going to believe a liar after they've been caught?! ”

Rolling to his knees for a brief moment. Before being able to push himself to his feet all the way. His legs felt weak but he managed to keep himself standing.

“ And lord help you. If it turns into a situation where we go out there. The referee has to stop the match and make a decision against your behalf. That’s far worse than just getting knocked out or forced to tap out. You might not think so. You might think it just shows how even things were. Yet, in reality it just shows how much of a bitch you were. It shows you weren’t man enough to actually go out there and get the job done. It shows that you couldn’t make the things happen that you have spent the last two weeks saying would happen. If it turns into a situation like that Vincent. You might as well just jump overboard and never return to shore. Your career is torched... Yet, you got the balls to call me the arrogant one. ”

All he could do at that moment was chuckle.

“ Oddly enough Vincent. I have never denied that I am a little arrogant. I have never denied having an ego. Not once have I ever tried to make it sound like I didn’t have a chip on my shoulder. As a matter of fact Vincent. I am very much in tune with who I am and how I handle business. That’s something that you can’t say about yourself. Which is why you need me. It is why you have continued to target me. It is why you have tried to stretch this out as far as you can. It is why deep down you are hoping and praying that I do not win this fight. Because you don’t want this to end.

And the reason for all of that is because I make you relevant. I help aid this spotlight you have on you. I help continue to make you appear as if you are some type of threat. Being connected to me is what brings you everything you have right now. You know what I am saying is true. Because if I was a liar. Then when you first sign your name to a contract here. It would have been a bigger deal than it was. But no one batted an eye. No one was impressed. No one saw big things in your future. It showed off the rip. If what I am saying right now was a lie. Then people would have backed you up.

When you were claiming to be a legend in the making and declaring you were bound to be the future of this company. Yet, they didn’t. Those statements you were met with eye rolls and laughter behind your back. The mockery that was heard about how you will never be your sister was something else. If what I was saying was untruthful. Then you would have already proven time and time again to be a better wrestler than me. You would be the one that has won every battle leading up to this major war. You would be the one that has your face plastered across posters and billboards.

And to top it all off. If everything I was saying right now about needing me to make you relevant. Needing me to keep you in the spotlight. Needing me to make you seem like you’re worth paying attention to. If all of that was untrue. Then there would be no reason for this ‘fight’ to be taking place between us. There would be no need for this last desperate attempt to prove that without a shadow of a doubt you are better than me. There would be no need at all for the blood shed that is about to take place, but it is happening. Because you do need me! ”

Despite the state of exhaustion he was in. Jayden managed to let that smirk spread across his lips. That arrogance that Vincent had always pointed out shining through.

“ These last few months. I have been kind enough to indulge in letting you use me for your own personal gain. For no other reason than I like confrontation. Maybe more importantly than that I have engaged because I like to fight. However at this point it has become boring for me. It has become obvious that you are not going to change and you do not have the ability to succeed on your own. It has become clear that I am doing nothing more than wasting my time. Cause while you’re out there trying to bury me with words and cling to the spotlight I let you have. I have taken this fight seriously. I have been busting my ass. I have been training with everything. Leaving myself drenched in sweat and feeling exhausted. Clearly showing the difference amongst the two of us. A difference that that will have an outcome leaving you feeling defeated in the worst ways and leave me feeling that sweet sweet satisfaction. ”

Taking a few steps forward. That smirk of his remaining spread across his lips. That ego of his shining even a little more. Highlighting just what his mindset was.

“ I mean this when I say it. Straight up a man that is standing on business. Ten toes down. Vincent when it comes to this fight. When it comes to everything involving the two of us. I simply want it more than you do. Always have, always will. And you’ll find that out soon enough! ”

His eyes showed a sense of pride in them. Every word that came out of his mouth was a word that he truly meant. He had a strong willed mindset and one that no one could break. For better or for worse than made Jayden every bit of who he was. There was never going to be a moment where he doubted himself. Therefore it was going to be up to Vincent to dig down deep within himself in order to come out on top. Because as far as the Brat was concerned. Fate had already been decided.


Roughly twenty four hours from now Jayden would be setting sail on the ocean with the rest of Sin City Wrestling. It was that time again for the cruise. Something that he didn’t even want to think about. Not today. He wanted it to be a relaxing day. Kicked back in his chair in front of his gaming monitor. His headset was half on.

One ear covered to hear the game. The other off in case his attention was needed elsewhere. Specifically his daughter. Yet, that’s not who was going to be seeking attention right this second. That was going to be all left to his wife. Saraia entered the room and started chatting his ear off. Like he was in any position to fully hear her out.

SARAIA: Got all of Amarissa’s things packed. Made sure we got everything we needed as far as sunscreen and stuff goes. Maybe one or two things I still need to pack, but I need some super cute bikinis before we take off. So when are you taking me shopping?

Looking over at him. Jayden was fully locked into the game. His fingers tapping his keyboard. Holding the mouse in his other hand. Rolling her eyes, she stepped over and tugged on the one ear that wasn’t covered. Instantly getting a reaction.

JAYDEN: What the hell?!

Turning himself around. His eyes locked on his wife. Saria just looked at him. Hands on her hips and tapping her foot impatiently.

SARAIA: I said when are you going to take me Bikini shopping?!

JAYDEN: Bikini shopping? For what?

SARAIA: Uh hello! We leave tomorrow on the cruise.

JAYDEN: Wait... We leave tomorrow? No, I leave tomorrow.

SARAIA: I get that your mother didn’t teach you to play nice when you were a baby, but it isn’t a bad thing to share things, papa. All family and friends get to attend this thing. Last I heard. So I am not missing a chance to be spoiled on a cruise.

She was beaming from ear to ear. So much excitement oozed from the woman. Maybe more than anything it meant she got a chance to get away. Sure, she still had to be a mom. But she got to be mom on a cruise instead of mom in the house. Jayden let out a sigh. Knowing this wasn’t going to be a pleasant conversation. Taking his headset off and tuning away from the computer.

JAYDEN: I know this isn’t something you want to hear, but you’re not going.

SARAIA: You’re cute and all. But you know the rules. Happy wife. Happy life. I’m definitely going.

JAYDEN: You’re not though.

SARAIA: Why not?! Who died and made you boss?!

JAYDEN: The entire reason why you would get to go is because of me in the first place. So that’s kind of what makes me boss in this situation!

He watched her roll her eyes right away. Not exactly a fan of what he was saying or how things were being put to her. Yet that was because she was a woman that just always had to have her way and when she didn’t get it. It was a massive problem and she made it known it was a massive problem. He slowly pushed himself out of the chair he was sitting in.

JAYDEN: I get that we haven’t really done anything since our honeymoon. I understand that you were looking forward to this. But it’s still a work related situation and I really don’t think it is best if you go or our daughter goes.

SARAIA: I hear a lot of words coming out of your mouth. Having a hard time understanding any of them because one they’re not giving me what I want and two as it’s not providing any legitimate reason for why I can’t go.

JAYDEN: It’s dangerous. After what happened last year with my father. Being attacked and being thrown overboard. Making us all think the worst.

SARAIA: What does that have to do with me? Nothing. Nothing at all. Your dad had opps. Man has been known to have shooters for like what fifteen, twenty years? Bound to happen.

JAYDEN: Wow...

SARAIA: You act like what I am saying isn’t right.

She stood there with her hands remaining on her hips. Not really backing down from her statement or stance at hand. Jayden rubbed his temples. Boy oh boy was she a headache at times.

JAYDEN: Like I think it’s dangerous. After all, I went through a year ago. After having a hard time getting back to where I am. It took a toll on you mentally. Trying to prevent you from going through that again.

SARAIA: If you cared enough about my mental and everything you put me through before. Then you would have never returned to wrestling in the first place. My opinion didn’t matter then.

JAYDEN: That’s not true.

SARAIA: You sure about that?

Her eyebrow arched. Forcing him to change the subject.

JAYDEN: Besides it’s not like this is any regular wrestling match either. It’s a legitimate fight. Lots of shit could go wrong. I don’t want to subject you or our child to that.

SARAIA: What could really go wrong?

JAYDEN: Anything. For all I know he lands a lucky punch. I get knocked out. I am confident in my abilities, but anything could happen. If that were to happen. You don’t want to see that.

SARAIA: Says who? Maybe I do. Maybe, I want to get it all on camera. That way I can remind your ass of it every time you try to get lippy and try to get out of spending time with me.

JAYDEN: I don’t even know why I try sometimes. You do not take anything I say seriously and never want to hear anyone else’s opinion.

SARAIA: I’d be more open to hearing people’s opinions if they weren’t trash.

The rubbing of his tempt increased. She was clearly not going to listen to anything that was being said to her. Knowing she was getting her way just had her smirking from ear to ear.

SARAIA: Since we have established your opinion is trash and that you are wrong for not wanting to spend time with your wife. The question remains when are you taking me bikini shopping?

JAYDEN: You know you’re annoying right?

SARAIA: Maybe, but there’s no denying that my ways are effective. I always get what I want in the end.

JAYDEN: I legitimately hate it here!

Shaking his head from side to side. Taking steps forward to walk out of the room. Saraia followed behind him, still beaming from ear to ear. It was bad enough that this fight was even happening. Lots of pressure came from that. And now even more pressure was being added on with his wife being hell bent on being there. After everything that has happened in the last year. The last thing he wanted to do was put her in a situation where she would have to see him in another compromising position, but per usual. Whatever Saraia wanted, Saraia got.


“ This makes me sick to say this but it can’t be denied. You and I have a lot more in common than either of us are willing to admit, Vincent. ”

Those words were heard the moment the scene opened up. Jayden found himself smack dab in the middle of the Cruiseship’s casino. As expected it was packed with fans and wrestlers alike. This entire cruise was about having fun just as much as enjoying wrestling at the end of it. What better way to have fun than coming up big on some money?

“ Coming from a famous family. Being a second generation wrestler. Having the pressure of that legacy being put on our shoulders. Having to force ourselves to be carried to a certain standard in order to make sure we do nothing to tarnish that legacy. Along with that comes things like dealing with harsh feedback from fans. That may not have liked who our family members were. It often times involves us fighting battles of former foes.

That really has nothing to do with us but their hatred runs so deep that they’re willing to take it out on us to settle an old score or rivalry. And we even have to hear about how we’re using that family name or that family legacy just to get ahead. Right out the gate having people doubt us. Right away having people cutting our legs out from under us. That’s just the nature of the business and what comes with who we are. Eventually though we make a decision... ”

Jayden was making his way through this large crowd of people. Oddly enough none of them seemingly wanted to bother him. Something that worked out in his favor especially in this current moment. His footsteps were leading him to a table where four people were sitting. A little sign hung above the table that read BLACKJACK across the top of it. His arms folded across his chest and his gaze watched the game taking place. All as he continued to address those cameras.

“ That decision actually involves a crossroad for us. Do we continue to have this pressure put on our shoulders and just be a part of a family legacy? Or do we branch out and aim to make our own legacy? One that could ultimately overshadow those before us if we do things right. I myself had decided long ago that I was going to be my own man. I decided I wanted my own legacy. I wanted to carve my own path in professional wrestling. Do whatever it takes to eliminate this ‘nepotism’ shit that people try to bring up. In order to do that. It really involved me betting on myself. Taking some steps out of my comfort zone and putting everything I had into making that happen.

But you on the other hand. It seems like you aren’t taking that route. No it seems as if you are okay with having that pressure on your shoulders. It seems you don’t mind being just another member in your family. Not to mention it appears to me and it has appeared to me this entire time. You are out here trying to seek some kind of validation. Get a pat on the back. Get the ‘I’m proud of you, kid’ statement. Why else would you have started this entire thing over defending your sister’s honor? Sure, you say you are past all of that now. But there were better ways to kick this thing off between us. I said this before. I would have understood jealously over me being in the chamber.

I would have understood jealously over getting opportunities that you weren’t getting. Hell, I’d even understood being the second gen kid getting more eyes on him than you were. Yet, you went with that starting point. The more and more I think about it. It is starting to make sense. Your sister had all of good ol’ dad’s attention. She’s becoming his pride and joy. You are becoming an afterthought. So you thought being the knight and shining armor for her. It was going to get you in the old man’s good graces. Gotta ask. How did that work out for you? Did it get you what you wanted? Did you get that pat on the back after all? Something is telling me that it didn’t work out that way. ”

In front of him one of the people got frustrated with their bad luck and got up from the table. Very annoyed. That was the opportunity Jayden was looking for. Taking a seat at the table. A brief exchange with the dealer. Allowing himself to buy in. With the dealer starting to shuffle the cards for everyone at the table.

“ It didn’t work out because you didn’t get to defend her honor. No, the first meeting between the two of us. I out wrestled you and made everything you said mean nothing. I made you look like your sister wild have been a lot better off defending herself. To which I feel like that made the situation worse for you. Did you no favors at home. Pushed you further and further away from getting that good job kid. In fact, something even tells me that maybe just maybe. By being defeated by me. It got questioned whether or not you deserved to be a wrestler. It got questioned in whether or not you deserved the last name Lyon. That had to really sting. So you went at me a little harder.

But this time Victoria was by your side. I have to think that was the old man pulling the strings somehow. His son already failed him. His daughter on the other hand. She was the pride and joy. She didn’t drop the ball. She was one that wouldn’t let family down. That was until I got my own sister involved. Something I didn’t want to do. Something I didn’t need to do. It was just how the cards lined up because of what y’all kept doing. Boy oh boy did that trigger you when I even up the playing field like that. And ultimately in the end. Victoria was no match for my sister. You were no match for me. The Lyons Twins weren’t ready for the NextGen. Another loss for you.

And I know, I know. Bringing up the fact that you have lost both times. It’s enough to make you want to crash the fuck out over it. Mentioning that you had two attempts to show you were better than me only for you to drop the ball. It has you on the verge of a stroke. Shit is actually kind of funny if I am being honest. Especially when you rant on and on about how it’s all I ever focus on. Definitely not the case, but it does have value here. Facts are facts. You failed both times. That puts me in the driver seat here in this little war that you like to call it. Yet, the reason I think it is so triggering for you is because it keeps exposing you to papa. Further making his son look like a certified loser. Something he can’t have. ”

The dealer began to hand out cards. On the other end of the table a player was given a King. The next player was given a Nine of Clubs. Then the third player was given a Six of Spades. Before Jayden himself was given Three of Hearts. The dealer finally dishing out their card revealing to be an Ace. The next second card started to be dished out as he spoke.

“ Failing twice now in a wrestling setting and starting to tarnish that family legacy. It left you with your back against the wall. It left you in a desperate state. It left you grasping at straws, throwing shit at the wall to see what sticks, and trying to rack your brain with anything that could turn this around. To get you out of this negative light you casted over yourself and family. Thus challenging me to a real fight came into play. No fancy wrestling moves. No ropes. No disqualifications or anything like that. Just two men using their fists, their strength, and their submission abilities to see who the better man is. No other way to tell what kind of man you are than a true fight.

Knockouts are on the table. Submissions are on the table. If it comes down to it. A referee can make a decision. Sounds like a real fight to me. But then you showed your insecurities just a little bit. You are so afraid of this third meeting with us. Being in a situation where you could fail and get completely shunned by your family. You just couldn’t take the risk which is why the lumberjacks were added. Like it was a way to give you some kind of edge. Then you just slap the Lyons Den label on it. As if you are some creative genius, but at the core of it. You showed you are scared. You are worried you could lose this fight. And the truth be told Vincent. You should be! ”

At the end of the table the dealer handed a man Eight of Diamonds. Putting him at Eighteen. He quickly chose to stand. The next man was given a Six of Clubs. Choosing to hit. The dealer handed him another card to be a Seven of Spades. Forcing the man to bust at twenty two. The next man directly to Jayden’s left was given his second card. It was Ten of Hearts. The man chose to stay at Sixteen. The next card Jayden was given was the Queen of Hearts. Putting him at Thirteen and he waited for a moment.

“ Now you shouldn’t be afraid of me because of my background. You had no idea that I could actually fight. You had no idea I could throw hands with the best of them. You didn’t have knowledge of how far my submission game could go. Sure, you played the fuck around and find out game. But that’s not a reason to fear me. You also shouldn’t fear me because of our last two encounters. After all, you have said it more than once. They don’t matter. Therefore it shouldn’t weigh so heavily on your mind. And you shouldn’t be afraid of me because of the outcome you face when it comes to this family legacy of yours. You shouldn’t fear that losing a legitimate fight to me would get you shunned. You shouldn’t fear me because of how you are going to be perceived going forward. You shouldn’t even fear me because when this is all said and done. You’re going to come out the other side looking like one of the biggest bitches to ever exist in all of mankind. Instead you should only fear me because... ”

The Brat stalled for a moment with his words. Not for dramatic effect but for him to take all of his chips and choose to double down in this game of blackjack. Then motioning for the dealer to hit him with another card in a very risky manner.

“ I am never afraid to go all in when it comes to betting on myself. That is why you should fear me. ”

Right then the dealer tossed a card in his direction. It flipped over to be an Eight of Diamonds. Revealing Jayden to hit Blackjack right on the nose. The all three men around the trouble groaned in displeasure. Right then the dealer flipped their card over. Revealing themselves to have a Nine of Hearts. Officially putting them at twenty. Standing to give Jayden the win. With a smirk on the young man’s lips. He collected his chips with the intent to cash out. Looking right at the cameras one last time.

“ Come Sunday. I don’t have anything to gain. Much like I don’t have anything to lose. We have seen what I can do. We have seen my hand raised in victory. We know just exactly what I am capable of when the pressure is on. Yet, you have everything to lose. You have everything to gain. You are in a position to finally prove yourself against me. Back up every single word you’ve said. Be a man that stands on business. This truly benefits you more than it benefits me, Vincent. So it does beg the question why would I even put myself in this position? Why would I take this fight on? Why would I be willing to stand across the ring from you a third time? In a true fight setting none the less.. Well the answer is simple. For the love of the game and to choke your bitch ass out in front of the entire SCW Universe! ”

Every last chip picked up off the table. Jayden gave the cameras nothing more than a single wink. Before turning his back to them and starting to walk away a winner. Was this foreshadowing what the outcome could be when they locked horns inside of the Lyons Den? It could have been. It also could have been just a dream that the Brat had in the back of his mind that’s too difficult to actually achieve. All of it remained to be seen. The further and further he walked away from the table. Disappearing into the chaps of that casino. The cameras found themselves fading to black for the final time.
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Supercard Roleplays / No drama, no bullshit, just determination
« Last post by J2H on Today at 12:33:44 PM »
17th July 2025

He had managed to get through the week, avoiding as many people as he could on the floating prison he had been stuck in since Sunday, hating every minute. He hated being around most of the people he worked with, very little respect for any of them, but hated the general public even more. Stuck at sea around the public was his idea of hell, but he'd managed to avoid many of them, while still being the husband and father that he is. Melody had taken James Jr off to the pool, but J2H knew it was time to put the work in, in the gym. He was fully focused on Sunday, he felt unstoppable but still wanted to be sure to put the work in, instead of doing what a lot of the roster was doing and treating things like a vacation.

He found himself in the gym of the cruise ship, looking around to take note of who was around, but the gym was fairly empty, considering most were enjoying the sun, or getting hammered. He had been running on a treadmill, his ear buds in his ear as he picked up the pace over time, but a tap on his shoulder got him to glance around to see Austin Parker standing next to him with a bottle of water. It took seconds for J2H to tap the machine in front of him and stop it from moving. He removed the ear buds from his ear and jumped off, the sweat dripping from him as Austin handed him the bottle of water and he unscrewed the cap, drinking deep from the ice cold liquid.

Austin: Hitting it a bit hard today, are ya?

J2H continued to drink before stopping and wiping his mouth, looking at Austin with a blank look plastered on his face.

J2H: I'm not like everyone else around here Austin, I'm built differently then all these people around here.

Austin considered making a joke at his expensive, by raising a finger, but shook his head to himself.

Austin: Too easy, but what do you mean?

Austin's look was met with an eyebrow raise from J2H, staring dead in to the cowboy's eyes.

J2H: It's like ten in the morning, and people are out there drinking, and acting like they're on vacation on a show that gets watched by a lot of people but they don't give a fuck, they're happy drinking and treating this shit like a vacation, then expect to be able to fucking wrestle to a top level. Then you've got some idiots practicing toasts for a wedding and all that shit, when this ain't some bullshit vacation this is work. I bet most of these people haven't seen the inside of this place since they got here but know the bar staff by name.

Austin had been on these cruises before, he had seen how the SCW roster tend to act while on this show cycle, but couldn't help but be impressed by J2H.

Austin: You're probably not wrong, but ya know, you could take some time off from this and relax before ya big match. Y'all been in here every day.

He had been busting his ass every day, but there was a new level of determination about J2H since he won Blast From The Past, deep down I think he knew if he didn't win this time, he was going to have to really start at the bottom.

J2H: Fuck relaxing, I'll relax when I'm SCW World Heavyweight champion again. I can't let this place go the way it's going Austin. If I do, no one will have a fucking job by the end of the year.

Austin: Look at you playing the hero.

He knew Austin was mocking from his tone, but in J2H's head, there was some truth to that. In his mind, in his story, he was the hero, saving SCW from a future of disappointment, a future where he has to sit and watch the drama unfold that belonged on daytime television.

J2H: I am the hero, but people don't see it yet. People don't realise that I have been the hero all along and that they've just become part of the story. This place has got piss poor, it's got dull, it's got boring for a year or so, but the only person who was doing things to capture the headlines, was me. I was the one going out there and putting it all on the line for everyone to have something to talk about on Monday morning, what else did we get? Baby drama, box ticking, an evil clown and a hissy fit from an over entitled prick. I have been the only one doing anything worth watching, so yes, I am the hero.

Austin couldn't help but roll his eyes, but J2H looked at him seriously, not a look of a joke of cockiness on his face. He believed every single word he said.

Austin: That's one way of looking at it.

J2H: It's the only way to look at it. People don't see what I've been doing for them all this time, people don't understand I have done it for them, so fuck them, they'll see on Sunday what it's really all been about. While they've sat watching all the over dramatic bullshit fed to them, I've been doing everything that leads me to Sunday.

Austin just looked at J2H as he drunk deep from the cold water bottle, trying to think back to a time where J2H might have been this determined to be a champion again. He didn't how deep that passion was, how hot the fire was inside him.

J2H: This is why I'm a cut above, everyone makes their shit about everything other then wrestling, but I have been making mine all about wrestling. Seriously, name one other person here that puts wrestling above their love life making it to the screen.

Austin looked at J2H thoughtfully, his mind trying to race back to thinking about one other person. He knew what J2H was talking about, he knew so many showcased their family lives over their links to wrestling. 

Austin: Ah can't think of one.

The smug look instantly appeared on J2H's face because he knew he was right in this situation.

J2H: I haven't watched a damn thing Carter had aired, I've not listened to a word he said about me. I really don't give a shit, but I'd lay money that it's all dramatic bullshit, where you can hear the doubt in his voice and all that.

Austin: Ah wouldn't know, I've not seen it either, but why haven't you?

J2H: Cause I don't give a shit about the drama, I'm not gonna watch it and be intimidated by anything he says or does. I don't care what my opponents do, I don't care if they make their dog more over then them, I don't care if they chat to plants, I couldn't give a fuck what they say about me at all. I don't worry about them, I make them worry about me. I always have done, I couldn't give a damn about them or what they say.

Austin had known J2H for a long time, a big driving force in the success of J2H, but he was seeing a different side to him, a side that he had never seen before. 

Austin: What the hell is going on with ya, y'all seem different?

J2H took that as a compliment, he had been adapting his style to being more based on what he's paid to do, wrestle. He decided to be more honest with Austin at that point, and lowered his tone to a softer version.

J2H: The truth is for years I've been here, and so many write me off, so many say I'm not who I used to be, because they don't look close enough. I have done nothing but work my ass off here. That shit with the Harris lot, death matches and shit that's enough to make the average wrestler feel sick, I did all that and if I don't win on Sunday, all that shit will be for nothing, all of that would be worthless. This is the end game Austin. This is the start of the end game at least, because once I win that belt, I know where it all leads, I know where it goes, I've seen it but I've also seen what happens if I don't win.

Austin just looked at him, allowing him to continue.

J2H: If I don't win, then I gotta go back to the bottom, work with the Logan's and the Bill's of this world and I am fucking better then that. I end up doing that, and this place goes to shit. This place needs me to be there cause I can light a fire under anyone in this place. I can drag anyone up to my level for a short time. Look what I did with Artie, the guy can't wrestle for shit but I pulled him up to that level. Without me winning that belt, this place dies.

Austin could almost hear the vulnerability in J2H's voice, he could hear the tone he was talking as being genuine. J2H believed in his heart that he needed this, he needed to win this for the sake of not only himself, but for the sake of SCW.

Austin: That's.... pretty deep.

J2H: It's also very true. The average fan can listen to the bullshit stuff of people giving the history of their matches with their opponents, they can watch people tick boxes, but none of that is gonna save the company like me winning that belt will. There's no momentum behind anyone in SCW like there is with me. I am that guy with the force behind him and if I don't walk out with that belt, everything I've done building that, is wasted, so I can't let that happen.

Austin nodded slowly, buying in to everything J2H was saying, believing word after word he said.

Austin: Well it's damn lucky you ain't gonna be losing this one.

He knew Austin was trying to build his confidence but nodded with acceptance regardless.

J2H: Fucking right. It's not written for me to lose this one. It's written for me to remind everyone just what SCW is all about, it's to remind people just who I am. This one is not falling through my fingers on Sunday.

Austin nodded and smiled at J2H.

Austin: Well, y'all can get back to work now.

J2H shook his head at Austin.

J2H: Fuck that, let's go do something else.

Austin nodded as J2H stepped away from the machine, walking towards the exit with Austin. The two made their way to the right as soon as they exited the gym, unaware that just to the left, the eyes of Logan Hunter burned a hole right through J2H's back. Eventually, the camera faded to black.


18th July 2025.

He walks through the halls and makes his way towards the deck of the ship. His mind had been thinking constantly for days to get to this moment and let out his last words before rising to the top of the mountain or falling on his sword, years of work down the toilet. His mind was focusing heavily on that when he turns the corner, only to see a figure in a place where he through was going to be free for him to talk.

J2H: What the fuck?

His tone was quiet, barely over a whisper, but the person in front of him didn't hear him. He looks closer to see a female figure mumbling to herself. J2H's face turned in to a frown as he heard her talk about fires.

J2H: Is she mental? They need to start giving background checks to all these unwashed they let on to this ship.

He decides to walk towards the woman, his footsteps intentionally getting louder as he approaches her from behind, clearing his throat as he got near her. He watches as her body tenses up, startled from her own little world. He moved closer to see her look up at him. His eyes narrowed as he saw the woman to be Marissa, still in the same spot (as seen here in Logan's promo work)

J2H: Unbelievable.

It was just a whisper to himself but he could see Marissa freeze up.

Marissa: I'm.... I'm...

He put his hand up, stopping her stumbling words from falling past her lips.

J2H: What are you even doing out here? Everyone got the stupid schedule sent out about cutting promos in this place cause someone in the boardroom thinks its a pretty fucking setting when it's cliche and I stand here every fucking year and talk cause every fucking year they put me here. It does not explain why you're standing here. Are you like that idiot brother in law of yours? Does it run in the family about trying to get in J2H's spotlight? 

Marissa looks nervous around J2H, partly for the reason that it is indeed J2H berating her, but also partly for the fact that she is a fan, not that she'd openly wave a flag with his name on for the wrath of Logan would be swift and apparent. Talking to J2H was a hidden dream she never thought would happen.

Marissa: It was just.... I can just....

He didn't know why but he felt some kind of empathy to her, probably for having to deal with Logan on a daily basis.

J2H: You know what? Just stand to the side over there cause the focus will be on me, will always be on me, and watch how a real promo is done. None of that shit that Logan calls a promo and if you ever lace up those boots yourself one day, you'll already be better at speaking then him because you've done something no one else gets to do and watch J2H up close. Now take notes.

A smile appeared on her face as J2H waves her off the camera. He waits till he feels she's off the scene and turns to speak.

J2H: Oh look at that, something people don't do anymore and have a little build up before speaking.

His sarcastic tone filled the air.

J2H: This is what it's all come down to, this is what everything comes down to. I've sat and listened to things for a long fucking time where every single brainless fuck in SCW has echoed the same words over and over again. J2H is part time, J2H comes back when he wants and does what he wants, J2H should step away for people who are here every week. There's so much wrong with that, it's laughable. The people who say that are the same people you couldn't get a segment out of if their life depended on it. The same people who say that are the ones that don't pay attention to any shit of anyone else, just their own. If these people would clean shit out of their eyes, they might see for a second I'm not like one of these returns that came back to try and get a shortcut by winning the Blast From The Past. I'm not like one of these guys who laced their boots up and stepped in the ring in SCW for the first time to try and add a World title to their accolades. Fuck no, I have been working solidly for years to be here, back to back Blast From The Past winners, working my ass off in matches that people are too scared to do, yet I'm the part timer who comes back, and don't deserve to be where I am?

He was irked by that saying when it came to himself. He had gone through wars with The Harris Family, through chambers and Blast From The Past to get this shot, yet people still thought of him in that way.

J2H: Well fuck you!

He took a deep breath and waited for a few seconds.

J2H: I deserve to be where I am because I put in the work to be where I am and you all should be thanking me for doing that, because I am about to do you all a solid and turn SCW back in to the way it should be, instead of this flag waving, woke bullshit circus it has become because of people like HB Carter.

He wasn't a fan of the way SCW has become lately, with people phoning it in.

J2H: Pride month and Carter wins the title? Come on, woke bullshit, box ticking, wave the flags all that shit. This is what the place I built, the place I gave credibility to has become, yet I'm the fucking problem? 

He slowly shook his head.

J2H: I've been the one who's been working while everyone else is on vacation. I've been the one putting myself through hell to drag this place up by it's neck. I've been the one stealing the show and yet I get looked down on. This is what you idiots, the people who follow Carter like he's the next big thing, don't seem to see. This place doesn't need a wholesome champion, it doesn't need someone with a respectful attitude at the top, because that just gets boring. You need someone like me to lead this place, someone who works, someone who drags the best out of people and that's me. No one is gonna work hard against Carter, because they all like him so much, yay Carter! Get your cheerleaders waving their pom poms, built you up with all that respect but when it comes down to it, all that's gonna do is give you an easy ride. No one will tell it how it is, but I fucking will, I'll tell it exactly how it is, and how it is, is this place don't need that, it needs a disrespectful bastard at the top to force these fucking idiots to work, and I am that disrespectful bastard.

He points to himself as he smiles.

J2H: I am that bastard because you might not see it, but I do. SCW is trying to build people up to challenge, there's a match on this fucking show to do that. They gave that bitch boy Artie main event, after main event to build him up before he fucked up. Not one of those people will put in the effort against you Carter, but they will against me. That's why this place needs me to be the champion, it's crying out for me to be the fucking champion Carter and I won't let this place go downhill and have a bunch of average bullshit matches at the top. This is why I will become champion on Sunday, because this place needs me.

He was confident in his words.

J2H: While you might have had the classic underdog story and it was a classic. The guy no one expected to get to the top, finally made it to the top, people have not seen that I have been doing the same thing. If I gave a shit about these people and made them cheer me, they would have seen every fucking thing I have done has been classic underdog too. I have had chance after chance to get to be number one contender and I flopped. I should have been champion along time ago, but like the classic underdog, I fell at the last hurdle. I didn't get the his time will come speech, I got the haha, J2H fucked up again line, but did I really fuck up? True underdog story is it was all building to this moment and it's now upon us and well, now it's about to come true, because those stars are now lined up. Camera monkey, show the sky.

On demand, the cameraman shows the sky.

J2H: Now back down here...

The camera refocuses on J2H.

J2H: That's why you earn the big bucks.... Those stars are now lining up for me Carter to the point you are one of the few champions in history going in to this match that people know is not the favourite to win. They know the momentum is on my side and that alone must fuck with your head. You're sitting there knowing that your time against me is up, that you're about to say goodbye to that championship for the last time. You know deep down you're unspectacular reign is coming to a very short end. Then what? Gonna keep fighting? Gonna go take some time off like every other bitch who loses a title? You need to start thinking about that Carter because that is in your very near future. 

He smiles with pure confidence on his face.

J2H: I'm not the poison everyone thinks I am Carter. I'm not the man who comes back and drags this place down. People like you drag this place down with all the soap opera bullshit, while people like me, we focus on the wrestling. This is wrestling, everything that hits the screens should be wrestling related. Does anyone really give a shit that every time we come on this cruise, some idiot does a cringe worthy wedding? No! Does anyone give a shit about what you get up to at home? Fuck no!

He slowly shakes his head.

J2H: It's a subtle change and I'm sure no one noticed, but I stopped that lately and even made the non talking parts more about wrestling, feel free to check out my stuff later and you'll see there is no more soap opera bullshit.

He smiles smugly, a feeling matched within himself.

J2H: You know why? Because I'm a fucking wrestler! I'm the man to lead this company, I'm the man to put the clowns out of their misery. This is where this place has gone so wrong over the years. I stepped away from challenging for a World championship for a year and I didn't jump to the top just like that and get a shot, I worked for it, because I am a wrestler but stepping away made this place a fucking circus. First you had some guy who speaks in riddles, a guy who could over complicate reading the alphabet, hold that belt for so long without doing anything interesting, strangle the life out of this company, then you had someone who I respect win the belt, but couldn't hold on to it for more then five minutes, and then you Carter.

He run his hand over his chin as he looks deep in to the camera.

J2H: It's been a shit show since the second I put that belt down and stepped away from it for a year. Do you know why I did that? Because I knew I would be fucking unstoppable, but hey, I'm just a selfish prick in the eyes of so many. It was a mistake because I saw what followed and I will not make that mistake again by letting the clowns run this place. That was on me, I let that happen but on Sunday, it stops. Carter, it stops right there and then because the soap opera bullshit stops, it's time to make Sin City Wrestling an actual wrestling company again instead of Days of our Lives.

He never was a fan of soap operas.

J2H: It doesn't matter who is in your corner, who is cheering you on, these fans here, your little group in the back, it doesn't matter, because it's time to put your fucking title reign out of its misery. It's time to put the sick puppy down because that is what it's been. It's like watching an animal slowly die but it just won't go. It just clings on for the sake of fear cause it doesn't know what's next and that is you Carter, clinging on for dear life because you don't know what's next, but I'll tell ya what's next. You get to see a real champion at work, you get to see a real championship run. I'm not only just thinking of you in this Carter, I'm thinking of those people who can become number one contender, I'm thinking of smacking Logan Hunter in to the middle of next year.

J2H side glances towards Marissa, seemingly lost in his words, with a slight smile on her face.

J2H: I'm thinking about doing all those things as a champion, as the SCW World Champion. That's what I'm thinking of, that is what I'm aiming at. I know the stars are lined up and it is my time to recapture that championship belt. Everyone knows it, anyone with half a brain in the crowd, can see what I've done. It's just the dead beats in the locker room that sit there and only give a fuck about what they do, that can't see it. It's time for everyone in the back to open their eyes and see what's about to hit them, it's time for them to see it's the time of J2H once again, once again to save this place from being dragged down by the real doses of poison in this place.

He knew who he was talking about but was sure that they wouldn't have a clue.

J2H: This is what I do usually, I come in and do what I want but all those years of working Carter, I know you're nervous, I can feel you're nervous, I can sense you're nervous and so can everyone else here. They can tell that you're a dead man walking. Everyone can tell that on Sunday night, in that ring when it's all said and done, those fireworks are not going up for you, everyone know those fireworks are going up for me when I lift that belt above my head. They'll be going up for me when I'm celebrating with Austin and Kevin my fifth World Heavyweight Championship win. Not many people get to do that and win five, but I will, I can, because there's just something about me that is so much better then everyone else here. Some people can not get that far, there's better wrestlers then you Carter that has tried to become a World Champion but could never make it, they just couldn't grab that brass ring and break that ceiling, but I have constantly. I have broken that thing time and time again and I will do so again on Sunday.

He presses his hands together.
 
J2H: I am a once in a lifetime wrestler Carter, and all you are and all you're ever gonna be is a one time World Champion. That's the difference with us, because I got knocked on my ass, I got back up and I went again, and again, and again, but you don't have that kind of heart that I do. People say I seek the attention, but I don't, people are drawn to me, where you have to work hard for people to even notice you. This is what makes me so much fucking better then you on every level, because I am that guy, I am the guy who people want to see. You have to work hard for it because it doesn't come naturally. This is why I'm better because championships are drawn to me, they want to be around me, they don't come easy for you. There's no championship advantage in this one, there's no momentum on your side, you've been a fucking poor champion and it's time for someone better to take over.

He points a thumb at himself.

J2H: I will give you credit for one thing. At least when you won the belt, you showed up pretty much every week, that's fucking rare around here.

He smirks and shrugs.

J2H: But that's it, that's all I will give you credit for and it's time to step over for a real champion to take your place, someone who's gonna do something you never could and elevate this place higher then it's ever gone before, push the company through the roof again, because you know who the last champion was who got this place firing again was?

He smirks as he points to himself.

J2H: Me.... And I gave that belt up right away to let the jokers and the clowns have their fun for a little while. I did that without even doing much but this time, it's gonna be so much more. It's gonna be different from the last time, because any dick who thinks I'm gonna win this belt and give it up again, just cause I can, has another thing coming because I'm getting this belt, I'm keeping this belt and there's no one on the roster who's going to stop me from breaking Finn Whelan's record that he took from me. There's no one on the roster that can stop that, there's no one SCW can sign who will stop that. Carter, you're just in the way of greatness, greatness that is about to start on Sunday, greatness that will eclipse every little thing you've ever done in SCW, greatness that is gonna eclipse everything anyone has ever done in SCW.

Confidence jumps out of his words, as he feels it running through his body.

J2H: You can tell my tone is different here Carter, and you can tell just how much not only I want this, but how much SCW needs this. You've been a good little place holder, but it's time for the real men to get to work and that's real talk bitch!

J2H turns to walk away, walking past a smiling Marissa

J2H: That's how you cut a fucking promo.

And with that, the camera fades to black.
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Supercard Roleplays / Re: EDDIE v MILES v LIAM v JUSTIN v AIDEN v BULLDOG v LOGAN - OVERBOARD BATTLE ROYAL
« Last post by Aiden Reynolds on Today at 07:47:46 AM »
Cruisin’

Man, the Summer XXXTreme cruise must be awesome to go on.

Think about it. A non-stop party boat filled with professional wrestlers as well as professional wrestling fans, all leading up to a massive supercard where they get to see the best wrestle up close and personal. A huge cruise ship filled with alcohol, food, and a massive shopping centre, as well as activities just to keep yourself entertained.

Aiden wanted to enjoy it. He wanted to be able to have fun with his friends and family and the fans. But unfortunately, there was something weighing on his mind. More than what was going on when it came to his position in the company and how that was affecting him, it was more so his position in his friend’s organisation. The fact that he was trying to protect Dickie while simultaneously helping the rest of the Brotherhood had started to push him down.

He felt like a joke.

And not a funny joke. Not one that was there to make everyone laugh and be entertained. The kind of joke that makes you sad and makes people feel bad about themselves. All of it was changing him. Changing his entire outlook on life. His attitude and his demeanour. He was being looked at negatively by those closest to him. Including his wife, his friends, and of course, his sister.

Amelia Reynolds had become a part of her brother's life in deeper ways than he had ever imagined. She had integrated into not only his friend group but had started dating his best friend and tag team partner Dickie Watson. And to make matters worse, she had been training in secret to also become a professional wrestler. Something that everyone else had seemed to support, except for Dickie and Aiden. And even then, Dickie wanted to be supportive. He couldn’t help himself. Yet, Aiden was torn. And now, with everything else happening around him, he had become irritable.

He had taken himself away from everyone and everything. He was trying to have fun with his friends and family, but in the quieter moments, he would think to himself and withdraw into himself. He took a deep breath, looking over at Amelia who had come to join him. ”Why the sour look, dickhead?” Amelia smiled and joked. Aiden raised an eyebrow, clearly in no mood for her shenanigans.

He groaned and clasped his hands together. ”I dunno… Maybe I’m just sick of how I don’t seem to be taken seriously in anything I do. My personal life, my professional life. No matter what happens, I'm looked at as the joke. Even when I’m trying to keep Dickie from getting himself killed.”

Amelia went silent. The prospect of what Dickie was doing was somewhat foreign to her. But she also knew that Dickie was trying to keep her brother safe. ”A joke? That isn’t true. Dickie’s boys seem to like you…” she smiled, trying to lift his spirits. It did not work.

Aiden just looked at her with a deadpan expression. No feeling, no amusement or thought. Just pure indifference. ”His boys? They aren’t a bloody bro team. They’re a criminal clan. And I’m their bloody grocery gopher…”

”Oh… no… heeeeey… noooo.” Amelia was placating him. And he knew it.

He got to his feet, moving across the cabin before grabbing a beer. He walked over, handing one to Amelia. ”It’s fine, I guess. I just don’t like the fact Dickie thinks I’m stupid and I haven’t figured it out. I expect to be looked at as a joke by SCW… not by my family and friends.”

Amelia shook her head, taking a sip of the beverage. She placed it down and turned to her brother. Her eyes were filled with annoyance—probably from how he was talking about himself as well as everyone else. ”A joke? Come on. Have you seen how not seriously I’m taken? The girls in this company are a bunch of gatekeepers.”

Aiden shook his head and growled under his breath. ”Have you seen what I’ve been doing to be taken seriously? The things I’ve been saying? Does any of it actually sound like me?” He raised his voice, clearly getting frustrated with how they both felt. Almost like the siblings were feeding off of each other when it came to their frustration and annoyance at SCW, their careers, and everything else. ”I’ve been turning into a bad guy to be taken seriously. That’s the length I have to go to. Because if I’m me, all I get is laughed at. But no one’s laughing now that I’ve held a mirror up in front of their faces and forced them to see the hypocritical arseholes they are.”

Amelia swallowed hard. She had noticed the changes and everything else in his demeanour but hadn’t wanted to say anything. She shook her head and cleared her throat, ready to speak clearly. ”You were never getting laughed at and that isn’t what Dickie is doing either… he’s just—” Amelia caught herself. But it was too late. Aiden raised an eyebrow and folded his arms over his chest. Amelia sighed and knew she needed to say something. ”He doesn’t want to see you hurt. You have a wife, a kid, and a second kid on the way…”

”So what? He’s trying to protect me? I’m a grown-ass man. I can make my own decisions.”

”No you can’t!” she blurted out. She started getting aggressive with her brother, frowning as he snapped to look at her. ”It’s not about protecting you. It’s about protecting Kallie, and Dax… and your unborn kid. MY new niece or nephew. People he cares about and you should care about!”

Aiden shook his head and looked down. He knew she was right, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. ”You think I don’t care about them? My wife? My kids? Of course I care about them. Of course I love them. But that doesn’t mean I can turn everything else off. That doesn’t mean I can stop giving a shit about what Dickie is doing and not want to protect him.”

”What makes you think he needs protecting?”

Aiden stopped for a moment and started to think. He was trying to come up with a reason—any reason. But it was escaping him. He knew that anything he was going to say, his sister was going to come back with an argument that was better. He shook his head and threw his hands in the air before taking another sip of his beer. ”Look, he’s a smart guy. He can take care of himself. But he’s like my brother. More of a brother to me than Adam ever has been. I just care about him, that’s all.”

Amelia nodded slowly and reached out, putting a hand on her brother’s shoulder. She understood. She cared about Dickie too, obviously. The two of them sat there, slowly sipping on a beer each. There was a quiet understanding between them. The issue was far from over, but at least Amelia and Aiden had explained themselves and now understood.

Safety Ring

”Why do you all have to disappoint me so much? Legit. I want to live in a world where we all put our best foot forward and the landscape is so competitive that no one knows who is going to win what match on what week against what opponent.”

Aiden can’t help but shake his head and sigh heavily.

”Instead, we all live in a world where douchebag edgelords like Logan Hunter exist. Legit, Logan, what the hell is wrong with you, man? Whenever you open your mouth and speak, my head starts hurting instantly because you give me a headache. When you speak, it’s almost like you’re a caricature of a human being. Almost like an AI. I’m not saying that you’re an AI, of course, I’m just saying that it seems like you are almost human, but something got lost in translation along the way..."

"...You and Brooke stand there and cut your little promos, bouncing off of each other, and at the end of the day, it just doesn’t come off as sincere in any way, shape, or form.

I’ve had people in my promos like my wife, and Finn, and of course Dickie. I’ve bounced ideas off of them and we’ve made fun of everyone and everything. But you and Brooke? You both start running your mouths and you seem to think it’s entertaining, but at the end of the day you just sound pathetic. You want to talk about my luck? You want to talk about what I’ve been through, Logan? Mate, you beat me and then I never got a fucking rematch for the Roulette Championship, and you lost it right away to a goddamn clown. And then when you got your rematch against said clown, you lost again.

Don’t talk to me about what I have and haven’t been able to do when you weren’t able to beat a clown in a cape. The entire reason this Roulette Championship is being pissed on right now is because of you. It should’ve been defended in an Ultimate X match over the pool, but instead Guy is facing Archie in what is one of the biggest jokes I’ve ever seen in my life, and you are one of the reasons for it. Because you couldn’t get the goddamn job done and this company is too cowardly to put me against that clown.

This whole thing, this whole idea. Everything that I’ve been saying and doing is all because of you. And I’m not going to allow you to win this match and get anywhere close to the World Championship because you don’t deserve it. You’re an edgelord piece of shit who has no idea what he’s doing with his life.”

Aiden sneers and grinds his teeth together.

“Still, Logan is less of a joke than Bill. Oh, by the way, Bill—hello. I’m in this match, not that you would know it because you mentioned everyone else except for me. You even mentioned Alex Jones, despite the fact that he already announced he wasn’t going to be in the match. Guess you weren’t paying attention. But then again, do we really expect anything less from you? I’ve stopped expecting anything from you aside from rambling nonsense for a while now. You are an old, fat, broken-down, useless human being who can’t win any matches unless there’s a fluke. And you and your mail-order bobblehead wife are just stains on this industry.

I would keep going about why you’re not going to win this match, but the truth is? You’re not worth my time.

Neither are you, Justin. You are just taking up a spot. A spot in this match, a spot in this company, and in recent years, a spot in the Blast From the Past. In fact, rumour has it the entire reason the Blast From the Past was changed into two separate singles tournaments is because of people like you, who would turn up to the tag team version and be a detriment to your partner instead of a help, therefore robbing someone who might have a bright future in this company of any type of win because you can’t be relied on. How does that feel, Justin?

How does it fucking feel being such a liability that they changed an entire format because of you? Actually, don’t answer that because you probably would take it as a badge of honour.”

Aiden points and then shakes his head before backing up.

“But then, well, we have Eddie Lyons and Miles Kasey and Liam Davis. And I wanted so bad for Eddie to come out swinging. I wanted to believe in Eddie. To believe that I was wrong about him. Because I have to be honest, I was harsh about you, wasn’t I Eddie? I ran you down and talked so much shit about you that a lot of people lost all their confidence in who you are and what you’re about. But I did it out of a good place. See, I do like you, Eddie. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: you are the type of competitor that we should all strive to be. Someone who is going to put everything he is into every single match. But the problem is that your best isn’t good enough.

You can rise up to a certain level, but you don’t have it in you to break through that glass ceiling. I meant it when I said it, you lack that killer instinct that your family has. You lack that killer instinct that I have. Technically speaking, as a professional wrestler, you are probably more talented than me. As good as I am, you have it in you to be great, but you just don’t have what it takes to take that extra step. I do. And when push came to shove, I was hoping that you would take this opportunity and take everything I said and use it as fuel to prove me wrong, but all you did was pull out a deck of tarot cards and decide to play that game.

It’s not even an original concept.

Shit, it’s not even an original concept in this company. Finn Whelan did it in a promo going up against Limitless for the Mixed Tag Team Championships. You literally ripped off his idea because you don’t have anything original, because there’s nothing original about you. You are bland and boring. You are the colour eggshell made into a professional wrestler. You are white rice boiled to the point of being soft and then laid out on a fucking pan. Unseasoned, unloved, nothing there. That’s exactly what you are, Eddie—and you are not the type of person to rise up and become a world champion. Sorry, buddy.”

Here is the final part of your fully corrected piece with spelling, grammar, and structure cleaned up, all formatting preserved:

“I guess I’m just wasting my time though, aren’t I, Liam? After all, that’s what you said, right? You find this whole thing pointless? Because you want to do half the work of everyone else? Promoting the match and getting people interested in us beating our brains in on a cruise ship is literally part of our job. If you don’t want to do that part of the job, then walk out the door and fuck off, because no one really wants to deal with your annoying bullshit. You just don’t like the fact that we do multiple promos because you know that you can get called out for saying stupid shit. If you do it one week, no one can really say anything. But if you say something and we can reply and do the he said/he said bullshit that you find so boring—we can look at what you said, analyse it, and point out the fact you're a complete moron.

And here’s the worst part. Going into this match, I actually had some respect for you. I saw what you did against Kevin and we all applauded it. Hell, I wanted you to take Kevin down and take that championship from him. You failed, but you won a hell of a lot of fans doing what you did. Then you squandered it all away by deciding to open your mouth. That old saying of ‘It’s better to stay silent and be thought of as a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt’? That’s literally what you did.

And to be clear, no one’s forcing you to do anything. If you want to be a lazy prick and only do one week’s worth of work, then sure, go right ahead.

But since you’ve already made such a big deal out of it, I’m going to wait with bated breath to see what other things you decide to grace us with when it comes to your amazing work of critical thinking. It’s weird though, I’m fairly certain that my son has left things in his diaper that have more brain power than you. In short, if there is one thing that this week has taught me, it’s that I shouldn’t give my respect freely to people. Because I respected you, Liam, until you decided to open your mouth. Now I just want you out of this business. Because you don’t deserve to be a professional wrestler if you’re going to be a lazy prick.”

Aiden closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths. He calms himself before cracking his neck and getting ready to mention the final member of this match.

“Ahhh, Miles. You, much like Eddie, you’re someone who I like, someone who I care about. Here’s the thing though. The tough love that I’ve been giving Eddie has been twofold for you. Mate, I want you to be better. I want you to prove me wrong. I want you to go out into that ring and throw everyone overboard and earn a shot at the World Championship. But at the same time, I know that if you are the one to win that shot, it’s going to be wasted. Because you can’t beat Carter, and you can’t beat JH. For two completely different reasons.

And the fact that you would dare bring up Wolfslair just goes to show how out of touch you are. Mate, you are completely right about how I am Wolfslair through and through. But that’s because I’ve always understood the tenets of that gym. Standing up and being accountable. Going up to someone face-to-face and telling them that you are going to kick the shit out of them. Now, the stuff between Alex and Finn is completely different. Alex told Finn he was coming for that World Championship, and the hatred between them is what drove them. Finn was never friends with Alex. Alex was never friends with Finn. They never cared about each other. But Finn cared about you.

He went to bat for you.

And instead of having the balls to go to him like a man and talk about getting a championship match, you attacked him from behind. And the fact that you can’t see the difference there and still want to mention the gym’s name like any of us respect you? Again, it shows how out of touch you are. You have this lovely, happy, loving relationship with your husband, despite the fact that he is better than you, despite the fact that you are constantly living in his shadow. You have this perfect little idea of life, almost like you two navigating a fight will never have any type of tension between you. I don’t know if that’s just a public face that you’re giving your relationship, or if that’s legitimate—but either way, it’s not healthy.

Kallie and I love each other deeply, but our relationship is not perfect. We talk about our problems and their issues. You hide from yours. And trust me when I say this, whether or not Carter is the World Champion coming out of this show, if you end up getting this championship opportunity, it is going to cause problems in your ideal, fake, bullshit relationship.

So, where do we go from here? Because I can tell you where we go from here. I’m going to throw each and every one of you off the ship, and then I am going to go on to face Carter or J2H. And I’m going to shock the world and show them why I deserve to be a World Champion. And why everything I have said over the last couple of weeks is right.”
5
Supercard Roleplays / ....And the bags in the river
« Last post by Vincent Lyons Jr on Today at 06:32:28 AM »
Vincent Lyons Jr sat near one of the rear pools of the Princess Cruise intentionally avoiding one of the big ones where most of the parties happened. That sort of thing just wasn't his scene too loud and the music was repetitive and forgettable.

Only a couple other guests sat here with Vincent at this quiet pool and they too remained quiet, everybody respecting each other's space just minding their own business.

Victoria was off enjoying the luxury of her own private suite. A treatment given to her as one of the SCW champions. He didn't resent her for it, she had earned it and she deserved it.

He hadn't earned a suite and truth be told he hadn't earned anything yet. Being defeated twice by Jayden Harris was constantly racking his mind.

“You're thinking too much.” he heard a voice approach him.

He didn't have to look he knew who it was.

“Coach…” he said “I thought you were here for Eddie's wedding…”

“I am.” said Coach Kaiser taking a seat next to him “But you're still one of my students. Besides Eddie's off at the casino with Cleo and that sort of thing is not my scene.”

“Oh right… the wedding” said Vincent “The one Victoria and I weren't invited to.”

“Well that's Lyons family issues and I can't get involved in that.“ said coach Kaiser with a shrug “But I can still be your coach. So what is it that's troubling you, let me guess Jayden Harris?”

“Just thinking…” said Vincent

“Thinking…” Coach Kaiser said “That's what gets people killed in a Lyon's Den match. You can't think too much because that's going to make you hesitate, and if you hesitate even for a moment inside the Lyon's Den it's over.”

“You would know.” Vincent replied

“I would…” said Coach Kaiser "I'm the only one on this ship who has participated in a Lyons Den match, one of the only two in history.”

“You beat my father…” said Vincent nodding. “I know the story..”

"Curb stomped a brick straight into his skull." Coach Kaiser replied. “No finesse or technical ability. I beat him because I was willing to go somewhere he wasn't. I was willing to lose a part of myself to get the win.”

“He was your mentor.” Vincent said looking over at Coach Kaiser.

“Yeah well I was a different person then….” said Coach Kaiser "I let this business allow me to become an arrogant asshole who was only ever out for himself. It was just a different time. If you want to win this you're going to have to tap into something deep in the dark corners of your mind.”

“You're really encouraging me to be violent?” said Vincent.

“I'm telling you how to win.” said Coach Kaiser “I'm not talking to Eddie right now, this isn't about honor or dignity or any of that. I'm not a one note coach. I watch my students and I teach them how to win by being true to themselves, so yeah with someone like Eddie, he's going to fight for honor and glory because that's who he is. But you fight because you have something inside you that just wants to hurt something. You didn't come to SCW for hugs and handshakes, you came to SCW because there's something unfinished inside of you.”

“I'm just worried about what happens if I don't get the job done." Vincent “Jayden has already defeated me twice. What does it mean if I can't beat him in this match? I can’t be seen as a loser.”

Kaiser exhaled with a nod.

“That's just real normal fear.” he said "But if you want my advice, don't try to earn something out there. Just go in there and break him, take everything, make sure the third time is the last time that anyone questions whether or not you belong in SCW.”

“You're making sound so easy.” said Vincent “But you've never been in there with Jayden. I've been humiliated and defeated twice by him.”

“It won't be easy.” said Coach Kaiser “I've seen Jayden work. It's going to be a tough fight but you think I've never lost? I've never been outclassed and exposed? The truth is most of us lose more than we win but it's about how you lose that truly matters.”

Vincent says nothing just listens.

“You go out there and beat Jayden you make a statement, and finally put this whole thing to rest." Kaiser said "But if you lose then you need to make it say just as much, did you drag him to hell even though he defeated you and make him earn every second of it?”

Vincent simply continue to listen.

“Look Vince..” Coach Kaiser continued "Jayden has had your number but that can change,  especially in a match like this. The Lyons Den doesn't care about records,  it doesn't care how many times you've lost or won before. It only cares about the moment, the right now, and in this moment you're alive and breathing with something to prove. So stop overthinking everything, go out there and finish it.”

Vincent nodded, he didn't always listen to his Coach but he was hearing his words this time.

“I'll leave you to your solitude.” said Coach Kaiser patting Vincent on the shoulder “Just remember pain doesn't scare you. That’s not what holds you back,  you're worried about being forgotten but as long as you fight like hell then win or lose people will know you belong. Win or lose you better leave a piece of yourself with Jayden Harris and a piece of Jaden Harris left in The Lyons Den.”

With that Kaiser turned to take his leave and leave Vincent to his peace and quiet.

“Remember the only real loss is not showing up.” said Coach Kaiser looking back at Vincent one last time before exiting the pool area.

Jayden Harris wasn't just an opponent anymore he was a blood rival and when they got into the Lions Den there would be nobody to pull them apart, no ropes to slide under and no room to hide. It was just going to be him and Jaden Harris and the violence they were going to create.

And he was willing to go as far as he needed to in order to have his name called as the victor, no matter what he had to leave behind

__________

The cameras open on Vincent on an upper deck of the Princess Cruise at nighttime. Vincent looks off to the horizon as the camera slowly approaches him as he turns around his eyes burning with contempt.

“That was a cute story you told Jayden.“ Vincent began “It told me the very different worlds we both come from because you're not the only one who got into a fight when you were thirteen years old.”

Vincent pauses for a moment.

“Where you got your ass kicked, your words not mine.” said Vincent “I did the ass kicking. This little son of a bitch named Blake Webber had my sister cornered and was screaming in her face. She was one of the hall monitors and had apparently caught him without his pass so when she turned him in he got a detention and wanted to take his anger out on her. All because she was doing her duty.”

Vincent pauses again.

“So I went over there and punched him in the face.” said Vincent “Told him he wasn't going to call my sister a bitch and get away with it. Broke his nose too. Of course his detention got turned into a suspension and I got suspended as well but you know what my father did?”

Vincent smirked.

“He praised my actions.”  Vincent said “Told me I did a good job protecting my sister. He didn't need to take me to any boxing lessons because I've always been a fighter. I've always known how to fuck somebody up. Both of our dads were wrestlers Jayden,  so why the hell did you not know how to fight by thirt fucking teen? Your dumbass father should have been made a fighter out of you by that time, so maybe that one's on Michael.”

Vincent shrugs.

“I will say you standing around those Lions looked good on camera.” said Vincent, “But that's not what this is. The Lyons Den isn't some theatrical stunt,  or about any sort of symbolism, this is just about you and me having a fight where there's nowhere to run. No ropes to escape under, nowhere to go when things get bad and I promise you they're going to get bad Jayden. They're going to get real bad.”

Vincent laughs to himself and there's an eerie darkness filling his eyes.

“You really think I'm just coming for the submission Jayden?” Vincent said “That I just want to tap or choke you out? Then you're already underestimating me because I'm coming to hurt you Jayden. I'm coming for that vicious knockout, I'm coming to cave in your fucking skull. The Princess Cruise is going to have to make an emergency stop so they can peel your body off the mat and take your unconscious body to the hospital.”

He exhales heavily.

“And those registered fists of yours?” Vincent said “Not a concern of mine. I don't need any registration to know what my fists can do because I promise you I can throw hands all day long. Blake Webber wasn't the first. There are others throughout school that I had to handle for various reasons be it insulting my sister or bullying my cousin Eddie. I was the one that fought and defended my family, and even in my adult life I had to beat the shit out of my sister's ex-husband Ace, little prick that he was.”

Vincent pauses shortly again.

“So if you question if my fists are ready…” Vincent said “Yeah my fists are ready. They always are, always have been my entire life. Because that's what I am, a fighter and a protector.”

He keeps his eyes locked on the camera.

“You sounded to me like you were trying to paint yourself as some sort of underdog going into this match," said Vincent “But you've already beaten me twice, you've proven your so-called dominance but yet here we are again. Because you didn't kill me Jayden you just woke me up and created a monster.”

Vincent smirks grimly.

“The first time, it stung.” Vincent said “And the second one haunted me. But I see it clearly now,  you didn't bury me Jayden you shaped me. You made me stronger, and now you're going to fall victim to the monster you unintentionally created.”

He laughed to himself again.

“I chose this match because I had to.” Vincent said “I chose this match because we need to end this. I chose this match because that ropeless ring is going to be my blank canvas that I paint with your blood. The men surrounding the ring are just there to make sure there is no escape, maybe toss us a weapon or two. But you need to let go of your concern about them. I'm certainly not picking them, that's up to Underwood and Ward. In any case it's not them you need to focus on, it's me.”

Vincent pauses shortly.

“You say not scared but I don't believe you.” said Vincent “The way you talked this time showing concern about the surrounding lions that may or may not decide to bounce on you.  You sounded concerned when you talked about your back being against the wall. You don't sound like your usual confident and cocky self so I know whether you admit it or not somewhere deep in there is some sort of fear.”

Exhale.

"So you can spew all your lies about how pain doesn't phase you and tell yourself you're not scared." said Vincent "But when you step into the lion's den and that bell rings you'll realize real fast that none of it matters. You've already proven you can beat me Jayden now you're fighting to survive me.”

Vincent pauses for a moment letting the ocean air flow around him.

“And this time I'm going to put an end to you," said Vincent "For every moment you embarrassed me, every smug look you gave after pinning me. It's all coming back to you with interest.”

He pauses shortly again.

“I do hope you have a good time on the cruise before our match.” said Vincent “Because once we get in that ring there's going to be nothing but blood and fury. When this cruise comes to an end, you won't be walking out under your own power. They'll be taking you out on a stretcher.  Because you're not going to be defeated, you're just going to be broken. Beating me twice didn't make you better, it only made you interesting enough for me to care. It's time for closure now Jayden and for you the only end is going to be your eternal silence.”

He exhales one more time, keeping a confident and furious gaze on the camera as everything fades to black.

__________

It was late and most of the passengers were elsewhere dancing and laughing over drinks some talked into their beds the open water lulling them to sleep.

Vincent moved alone through the hallway, the quiet bringing him peace. He moved alone with his hoodie drawn over his head and his hands in his pockets, the usual scowl chiseled into his face.

Then he saw it. A glossy display board with an advertisement for Summer Xxxtreme. He stopped and stared.

It showed him and Jayden an advertisement for their Lions Den match. Jayden looked practically glowing, posture upright and eyes determined looking like a man with the whole world behind him.

The image of Vincent was there beside him glaring and brooding in the shadows as though he were an afterthought to his own fight.

“Of course they made you look like that.” Vincent muttered to himself.

He took a step closer, eyes locked on Jayden's half smile.

“He really thinks this ends with him standing tall.“ Vincent said scowling

He glared at the poster at Jayden taking it as a message, whether intentional or not, that Jayden was the story and Vincent was the lesson.

“He always looks so damn sure of himself.” Vincent said in a low voice.

He looked into Jayden's eyes on the poster.

“You think this is your moment that you're going to beat the big bad wolf three times and become some sort of hero?” Vincent said in a humorless tone. " You're no hero Jayden, you're just a man desperate for his own validation. So upset because I robbed you of a championship opportunity because you need that championship to make yourself feel validated.”

He exhales, looking at the image of himself

“And you.” he said “Do you know what it means to keep losing into the same man? What it does to your name and your legacy? The one that really needs to wake up is you. You know you're better than he is, so put and end to him. Make him suffer. Like Coach Kaiser was telling you don't think just do.”

He shifted his gaze back to Jayden.

“I bet you wake up thinking you're better than me.” he muttered “But you're not, you're nothing but a fake that's chasing your own fairy tale about hard work and discipline playing off. But it's not going to pay off for you this time. Everything you fought for, everything you think you have now Jayden is coming to an end at my hands.”

That smirk on Jayden's face was infuriating him, all he wanted was to wipe it off his face he raised the hand and pressed his stomach against the image dragging it down from his cheek all the way across his mouth, leaving behind a slight but noticeable smudge.

“If you think this is your story Jayden.” Vincent said “Then I'm going to burn the whole damn book. You do not leave the Lyons Den the same. Whatever happens no matter who wins you will leave a broken man. That is the only certainty I know of.“

He looked over to himself again.

“You hear me?” he said “Even if Jayden does manage to squeak out a victory here,  you break him. You make him leave less of a man no matter what. You take an eye if you need to, take both if it pleases you. But if you're going to let him leave with the victory, you don't let him leave in one piece.”

He looked at Jayden again.

“And you better hope you do win Jayden.” said Vincent “Because a victory is going to be the only positive thing you can hope for coming out of this match.”

He takes a step back from the poster looking at it one more time, before pulling his hoodie over his head and turning to walk down the hall. The smear on Jayden's face remained on the poster. Faint enough to be missed by the casual eye but visible enough to matter.

__________

The cameras open on an open deck of the Princess Cruise where Vincent Lyons Jr stands at the railing overlooking the open water.

He lets the quiet linger at first staring into the camera, the sound of waves crashing against the boat, the only sound breaking through the quiet tension.

“There's something beautiful about the open water isn't there Jayden?" Vincent said. "It's endless and unforgiving and can swallow you whole if you go the wrong way. Trust me, I know. I've experienced it.”

A short bitter laugh exits his lips.

“It's sort of like this business isn't it?” Vincent continued “Because the ocean doesn't care how many matches you've won, or your work ethic, or any sort of comeback story you fall in the water and it buries you just the same.”

He pauses for a moment.

“Just as I plan to bury Jayden Harris.” Vincent in a venomous tone. "I'm tired of him walking around like his victories over me mean something. Sure the record books will show it and they'll highlight his name but I know the truth I know that Jayden Harris is a fraud.”

He scoffs

“You have such a desire to hold a championship.” Vincent continued “Because deep down, you know you have nothing else. You need a championship to make yourself relevant and validated. But I'm going to remove any self-validation you've ever had in yourself. You will wonder why those two victories weren't enough to put me down for good you will wonder why you are never able to completely finish me off.”

He smirks.

"The truth is." Vincent said "I'm not walking until I match to get a win for my name to be accepted because I'm done trying to be worthy of anybody else's expectations. I'm walking in there to rip everything away from you. I'm bringing you a version you haven't seen of me yet Jayden. A dark passenger I haven't let out yet that's been suffocating under my own skin looking for a reason to be let out and now he has one.”

He pauses shortly.

“Your own arrogance has led you to this.” Vincent said “You didn't need to accept this fight. You've already beaten me twice that should mean you're better than me,  no questions asked. You should be able to move on to those championship opportunities you desire so much. You should have told me “no I beat you twice go fuck yourself”, but your ego wouldn't let you.”

He laughs to himself again.

“Now I'm going to hurt you.” said Vincent “Because I'm the one with nothing to lose, I lose to you again and nobody bats an eye. You lose and everything I said gets exposed as the truth and you crumble and fall into a pit of your on self-pity wishing you would never accepted this match wishing you would have ended it at two.”

He keeps an intense gaze on the camera.

“I'm going to finish this once and for all." Vincent said “But be warned that I'm not coming to wrestle, and I'm not coming to play fair. I am coming to crack your ribs and make you wish you never got on this ship.  Your own arrogance will become your own downfall because I'm going to drag you under and swallow you whole just like the waters around us.”

He keeps his sinister glare on the camera looking more monster than man as everything fades to black.

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6
Supercard Roleplays / “To Tame a Lyon.”
« Last post by Harper Mason on July 17, 2025, 10:31:59 PM »
Harpin’ On With Harper, Harper’s Cabin, Sun Princess Cruise Liner
Monday the 14th of July 2025, 11:00am

*on camera, start vlog, promo part one*

It is the week of Harper’s second ever Summer XXXTreme and her long waited singles rematch against Victoria Lyons for the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship, given everything that’s happened between them since last year’s Into the Void and this year’s Viking Era Tour? Harper has a lot on her mind.

”You know what’s funny? I’ve been kinda intertwined with Victoria since she made her debut at the Go Home Show for last year’s Into the Void if you really think about it.” Harper commented as she brushed some hair over her shoulder. ”I was one of Victoria’s opponents in the Queen for a Day Match that served as her second ever match in SCW, a match that she was a last minute addition too and oh boy! Did Christian’s decision to add a relative newcomer to the Queen for a Day Match at the last minute have ripple effects or what?

And before anyone asks? I didn’t intend “ripple effects” to be a pun because our rubber match is taking place on the high seas, if anyone’s going to make those puns it’s any of the six guys in the Overboard Battle Royal!” Harper added as she quickly shook her head. ”After Victoria won she let the temporary power go to her head, made being Queen for a Day her whole personality for a whole damn year and then she booked me in a handicap match against Juliana DiMaria and Alexandra Callaway.”

Harper lets out a deep breath.

”Why? Because she hated the fact that I paid tribute to my trainers and mentors at the end of each of my promos, no I’m not kidding!” Harper commented as she shook her head. ”I knew from that moment on that me and Victoria could never be friends, booking me against two of the best female wrestlers in the company at that point was one thing, booking it for such a petty fucking reason? Well, now you know why I never let that bitch’s manipulations get to me!

I may be the youngest wrestler on the roster but make no mistake Victoria, I can hold one hell of a grudge!” Harper added as she folded her arms. ”And since I served as your first ever challenger in a singles match on the first Climax Control after last year’s Summer XXXTreme? Our clashes have been few and  far between, I pretty much spent the past year taking whatever SCW PPV bookings I could get, when I wasn’t being left off the show at Violent Conduct or being added to the show at the last minute at least but my feelings of resentment towards you for that one match you used your Queen for a Day powers to book? They never went away.”

Harper lets out a sharp breath.

”And all it took was you trying to turn one of my closest friends in the business against me for that to change, the fact that you used Cassie as a human shield against me? That was the final nail in the coffin.” Harper added as she flipped some hair over her shoulder. ”Make no mistake Victoria, this Sunday at Summer XXXTreme? We’re ending this! Doesn’t matter if I walk out the new champion and finally put your reign out of its misery or you keep your iron grip on the title for another couple of weeks.

But trust me? This Sunday I’m giving an advanced course I’m titling “To Tame A Lyon”, unfortunately for you.” Harper cracked her knuckles. ”I’m pretty hands on with my approach to teaching!”

*end vlog*

The ship’s gym, Princess Cruise Liner, the high seas
Monday the 14th of July 2025, 16:00pm

Turned out? The ship had gym facilities and Harper was getting in her reps if and when she could, today was no different and Josh was holding a punching bag in place as she threw kicks at it.

”If there’s one good thing I can say about my wrestling style? It means that I’ll never get rusty at throwing my martial arts kicks.” Harper commented after she threw a spinning roundhouse spin at the bag, then took a break to catch her breath. ”Well, that and how well it’s served me over the two years that I’ve been a wrestler.”

“Technically it’s just under two years, didn’t you graduate a few months shy of your nineteenth birthday?” Josh reminded Harper and she nodded to confirm that. “Just a couple of more months and you’ll be twenty one.”

”Yeah, still got mixed feelings on that.” Harper admitted with a shrug as she leaned on a piece of gym equipment. ”Still not sure if I’ll want to drink even after I turn twenty one, I try to stay as healthy as I can even with my sweet tooth and that doesn’t sound like it’ll help, and then there’s this whole goal I’ve set for myself since the year started.”

“Youngest champion in the Bombshell Division’s history?” Josh asked as he folded his arms and Harper nodded. “Like I said, even if Victoria retains on Sunday there’s every chance that you’ll get a random opportunity on Climax Control.”

”Also every chance that they’ll set me back at square one and by the time I get another title shot? My birthday has passed me bye.” Harper pointed out and Josh nodded as he realized that she had a point. ”Then again you can never tell with the bosses sometimes, look at that Double of Northing Match for example, for every division stalwart like Kate, Andrea, and Alexandra we’ve got newcomers like Amelia Reynolds and Diamond Caldwell and a returning veteran who hasn’t lived up to her hype in Canelli all vying for a shot at the World Bombshell Championship! At least when Frankie earned her spot by winning Blast from the Past she had to go through several rounds of opponents first!”

“True, sometimes it does feel like the bosses are drawing names out of hats just to give certain talent something to do.” Josh nodded in agreement as he considered Harper’s point. “While your beef with Victoria has more or less locked her up for a couple of cyles.”

”I mean, I’ll be the first to admit that the past few months have been some of the most intense of my wrestling career to date, but I will say one thing.” Harper commented as a small smirk appeared on her face. ”It sure as hell beats sitting on my ass for weeks on end, waiting for my next match and hoping that the bosses find a spot on the Supercard for me.”

“Yeah, I won’t lie, as a former SCW wrestler myself? Those cycles were the absolute worst.” Josh nodded in agreement before harper started warming up again. “You’re ready to pick up where you left off Harper?”

”You know it! Just trying to make sure my body’s ready for the workout!” Harper responded with a grin as she continued her warmup routine and Josh grabbed the punching bag again. ”Again, apologies in advance of I accidently knock that thing into your face and give you a black eye or something.”

“Given how heavy this thing is?” Josh asked as he shook his head with a chuckle. “A black eye would be the least of my worries.”

”True.” Harper conceded before she resumed her workout.

Harpin’ On With Harper, By the pool the Sun Princess Cruise Liner
Monday the 14th of July 2025, 21:00pm

*on camera, start vlog, promo part two*

Harper had specifically chosen this time of night because there was likely to be very few sunbathers out given that the sun had set some time ago and with Josh filming? She stood in front of the pool with her arms crossed.

”Let’s talk last year’s Summer XXXTreme Victoria, you didn’t win the Bombshell Roulette Title at the event but given that you won it from Alexandra just a few weeks short of the event? That year’s Bombshell Ultimate X Over the Pool Match was bound to serve as your first defence.” Harper commented as she glanced out towards the unoccupied pool. ”At the time? I was enthralled in a feud with a then recently returned Alicia Lukas but as the weeks neared I couldn’t help but lament how I had potentially missed out on being in that match.

What a difference a year makes, huh?” Harper asked hypothetically as she started walking around, keeping away from the water’s edge so she didn’t have to worry about falling in the pool and getting wet. ”Pretty much the only thing that hasn’t changed is the fact that you’re the Bombshell Roulette Champion, and yes, I will take the “Captain Obvious” title as well, but aside from that?”

Harper shakes her head.

”There’s coming into a new fed hot, and then there’s how you entered SCW Victoria: won the Queen for a Day Match in your second outing, was the Bombshell Roulette Champion a few short weeks later and wouldn’t taste your first defeat in an SCW Ring until that Pick Your Poison match against Luna in the middle of your feud with Bella, at that point? Was there any real double that you were going to win Future Star of the Year come the Year End Awards at last year’s High Stakes? It was almost like they put that vote up as a formality.” Harper asked as she shook her head. ”But now?”

My, how the mighty have fallen Victoria.” Haper stated as she flipped some hair over her shoulder. ”Let’s set aside for a moment the fact that I helped Frankie Holiday beat you, that’s pretty much the only outcome than be contested here really, but this cycle? You’ve only won one match, against my friend Cassie Wolfe, and every time you got physical with me? It wasn’t the champ that came out on top.”

Harper added as she shook her head.

”It wasn’t even the human cockroach herself Kate Steele who tried inserting herself into our business because apparently winning your return match against Bea Banhart is enough to get a title shot these days, it was me that came out on top!” Harper added as she raised one arm and pointed to herself with her thumb. ”When you tried to throw hands with me? I was the first Bombshell in over a year who didn’t have the surname Lyons who held the Bombshell Roulette Title, even if it was just for a few seconds, when you tried to end Cassie’s career at the Go Home Show? Not only did I save the day but I laid you out with the Encore Set.

In other words Victoria? I’ve got your number.” Harper added as she flipped some hair over her shoulder. ”And after this Sunday? I’ll have your title as well!”

*end vlog*

Eating at the ship’s café, Sun Princess Cruise Liner
Tuesday the 15th of July 2025, 11:00am

It’s the day after Harper’s second promo/vlog and Harper is enjoying a meal with her older cousin/SCW Hall of Famer Jessie Salco at the ship’s café.

”Admit it Jess.” Harper commented after taking a bite of her omelette and swallowing it and Jessie looked up at the twenty year old. ”After so many years of being an active bombshell for the company? It feels weird to not be a part of the active roster.”

”A little bit, I’m not about to deny that.” Jessie shrugged her shoulders before she took a bite of her food. ”I even asked if I could host a karaoke night like I did the last couple of years I was on the roster, but they told me events like that are only hosted by contracted talent and, well, my manager contract got transferred to Josh when I found out I was pregnant so it’s not like I could’ve used that as a loophole if I wanted too.”

”Shame, I was looking forward to it, maybe I’ll take up the reigns next year?” Harper suggested with a shrug and Jessie nodded. ”Speaking of reigns, any last minute advice for dealing with Victoria?”

”She’s dangerous, you know that and I know that.” Jessie responded as she brushed some hair over her shoulder. ”And this isn’t the first time you’ve been in the ring with her either, she’s as talented as she is psychotic.”

”Tch, yeah, why does wrestling tend to attract weirdos like the Lyons Twins and Logan Hunter?” Harper scoffed as she shook her head. ”I swear it’s like an epidemic! What happened to relatively normal folk like me?”

”Don’t know but it keeps things interesting doesn’t it?” Jessie asked and Harper quickly nodded in agreement. ”And hey, maybe you’ll be the first “normal” champ SCW’s seen in a while!”

”Yeah, maybe!” Harper grinned before the conversation drifted off.

Harpin’ On With Harper, Harper’s Cabin. Sun Princess Cruise
Tuesday the 15th of July 2025, 21:00pm

*on camera, start vlog, final promo part*

It’s now late at night on the Sun Princess Cruise Liner and for her last promo for this year’s Summer Spectacular? Harper is seen at her laptop again, filming it via her computer’s webcam.

”You know something Victoria? I’ve come to realize something over the course of this war we’ve had since April.” Harper commented as she leaned back in her chair. ”Having these marathon championship reigns is great and all, it means your guaranteed a spot in the record books, builds up anticipation for when you finally drop the belt and what comes next and more importantly? Who will be the champion when the belt’s taken off you.

But at the same time? it’s a double edged sword.” Harper added as she rested her hands behind her head. ”Because when you’ve hold a title for so long? You risk becoming stagnant, and the question becomes: can she live up that promise when the belt’s taken off her? The thing is Vicky? You’ve been stagnant for a while.”

Yep.

”The cracks started to appear at last year’s High Stakes because it looked like Luna was all set to win the title from you, she failed but she was close, as were Alicia and Bobbie at Inception and Alexandra at Blaze of Glory but then came the Queen’s Gambit Match and the start of our little war.” Harper added as she brushed some hair over her shoulder. ”Not only did you cost us the Tag Team Preview Match by taking the pin from Lilith but you barely scraped by when defending it in the match itself!

Glory is a fleeting thing, especially in a sport like wrestling, because as you hoh all the glory as you have for the past year or so Victoria? You get complacent and stagnant!” Harper added as she flipped some hair over her shoulder. ”Deny it all you want Vicky but your reign is on life support and has been for months now! I’m motivated by two things heading into this match: winning my first SCW Title before the age of twenty one and getting revenge for everything you’ve put me through Victoria, shame that I’m going to have to give a once great reign the Old Yeller Treatment!”

It's that simple.

”And after you’ve damn near killed the division over the past year or so? It’s time new life was breathed into it!” Harper added as she flipped some hair over her shoulder. ”This Sunday’s Supercard technically marks the one year anniversary of your first defence, not sure on the exact date but I know it was sometime in August, everyone has made a big deal about you reaching the yearlong milestone Victoria but me?

I’m going to do everything in my power to ensure that you fall just short!” Harper added as she leaned back. ”Bragging rights? Revenge? Both? Call it want you want, I’m calling it my ticket into the record books!”

And with that Harper decided to wrap things up.

”And even IF you do survive this Sunday’s defence Victoria? How much left is there in  the tank? Honestly!” Harper asked as she made a fist. ”The Queen’s Reign is about to end Victoria, whether it be at the hands or another or me, that belt won’t be around your waist for much longer!

But trust me, I full intend to make sure that I’m the one holding the gold at the end of the match!” Harper added as she leaned forward. ”Because the world is in desperate need of a new hero and champion and this Sunday? “The Slaytanic Avenger” Harper Mason will take her crown as the new Bombshell Roulette Champ¬! See you on Sunday for my lesson on “How To Tame A Lyon” Vicky!”

Harper turned off her webcam as the scene fades.
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Supercard Roleplays / Sit With Me
« Last post by Victoria Lyons on July 17, 2025, 06:41:32 AM »
It would be the second Princess Cruise for Victoria Lyons. Last year she entered not only as Bombshell Roulette Champion but also as Queen. This year she returns, no longer a queen but still the Bombshell Roulette Champion.

Last year hadn't been the best of times for her either. She spent the entire trip seasick, a seagull crapped on her face and someone stole her crown which thankfully was found and recovered by her cousin Eddie, who of course didn't even get a thank you.

She promised herself to have a better time this year and make sure to pack some Dramamine this time. She had no crown to be stolen and she would just have to watch out for those damn dirty seabirds.

She just wanted to have a simple relaxing time on the cruise and enjoy it before she had to put an end to Harper Mason.

But Harper wasn't her only concern there was also Vincent. She could see it in her brother he was growing more frustrated with the Jayden situation by the day and she wished there was more she could do to help him. She only hoped he could win his match because if he lost this time even she wasn't sure what he would become.

She glanced at Vincent as the two stepped onto the Princess Cruise, the whole thing with him Jayden started over comments made about her comments even she herself had forgotten about. But that was Vincent, always standing up for her.

It always been Vincent, since day one when he got into his first fight. A situation that to this day he didn't know was actually caused by his sister.

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Her halls were perfect. Maybe too perfect. The young Victoria had enforced her will on the halls of Alexander Graham Middle School so well that nobody dared try to break any of the rules when she was monitoring the halls.  Her iron rule was an annoyance to many of the students but the staff did nothing to stop her, because in their eyes the less trouble from students the better it was for them.

It was becoming slightly boring for the young Victoria however. Everything was in order and there was nobody for her to enforce her authority upon. What was the point of being able to enforce if there was nothing to actually enforce?

Then she saw it. Almost as if someone sensed her desires, the eighth grader Blake Webber had just exited the boys bathroom and didn't notice that he dropped his hall pass.

She could have done the right thing and gave it back to him, but instead she kicked it underneath the nearby trash can and then stomped right over to the young boy.

“Webber!!” she called out “Show me your hall pass.”

“Oh right.” Blake said with a slight eye roll, reaching into his pocket “Of course I have it right here.”

Of course, as Victoria already knew, he didn't have it right there, patting his pockets a few times, a look of dread slowly appeared on Blake Webber face.

“No… wait… what?” he said confused “I swear I just had it I must have dropped it in the bathroom or something.”

“A likely story..” Victoria replied “I'm going to need you to report to the office immediately.”

“Come on!” he said “I'm on my way back to math class anyway, can't you just let me go? Follow me there if you want. Just let me go.”

“If I just let people go when they broke the rules.” Victoria said “I wouldn't be much of a hall monitor now would I?”

“Come on!” Blake begged.

Victoria shook her head and spoke into her walkie-talkie.

“Yes this is Hall Monitor Lyons.” she said “I am sending Mr Blake Webber to your office for roaming the halls without a pass.”

“Understood. We will be expecting him.” came the voice of an adult over the walkie-talkie.

Victoria smirked at Blake as he glared back at her.

“This is complete bullshit.” he said “You can't keep roaming these halls acting like your Eric Cartman or something.”

“Look don't be mad at me because you chose to break the rules.” said Victoria.

“I had my hall pass!” insisted Blake. “It was in my pocket.”

“Well is it in your pocket now?” said Victoria.

“No…” said Blake “But I swear it was there.”

“Well I'm afraid rules are rules Mr Webber.” said Victoria “You better hurry up, they're expecting you in the office. You wouldn't want to be late.”

With an annoyed exhale and no other choice Blake Webber stomped off in the direction of the office leaving Victoria completely pleased with herself.

When he was out of sight she reached underneath the trash can retrieving the hall pass, and tossed it into the trash bin. She didn't know the incident would lead to Vincent's first fight, but even if she had she would have done it anyway.

She just needed to feel powerful and in that moment she did. Blake Webber ended up with a detention which turned into a suspension after the fight with Vincent, and that made it even more sweet.

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They entered the check-in area together Vincent checking into his room and Victoria checking into her own separate suite reserved for the champions. There wasn't much more she could do for Vincent at this point, except hope that he was able to succeed over Jayden this time if not it would be her picking up the pieces.

She rested a hand and her brother's shoulder and looked at him at the comforting nod. Whatever happened during this Cruise, afterward they would still have each other.

Leader and protector.

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The cameras open up in one of the Grand Suites of the Princess Cruise, one reserved for the champions of Sin City wrestling, the same treatment Victoria Lyons received last year.

She sits looking relaxed in a small lounge area with a glass of her favorite Red on a table next to her.  Taking a sip of the wine she smirks into the camera.

“Nice place isn't it Harper?” Victoria said “You know had you accepted my leadership you could have had one of these suites as well. Instead it seems like the keys will be going to Mercedes Vargas.”

Victoria shrugs and sips her wine.

“You still want to sit there and blame me for the whole Cassie and the chair situation.” said Victoria “But let's not forget that you were the one holding the chair. All I did was step aside and let your own conscience do the damage. Deep down you knew that's what you wanted you're just not strong-willed enough to admit it, and that will continue to hold you back until you do.“

She casually takes another sip of her wine.

“And you're going ride the whole you pinned Song not me into the ground  aren't you?” said Victoria “You act like it proves something because I didn't pin you. But you fail to realize that champions seek to WIN. That's why I left that ring that night still holding a championship and you left that night still chasing one.”

With a confident exhale she said some more wine

“You can continue to believe you have the better of me all you want.” said Victoria “And maybe you did get one over on me a few times and get away with it. But the truth is Harper, when the Championships on the line and the moment actually means something where have you been? You do understand that getting the better of me in side quests means nothing unless you can actually defeat the boss.”

She continues to speak with her usual confidence mixed with arrogance as she sips some more wine.

“I'm going to prove that you don't even belong in this supposed to kiddie pool as you called it.” said Victoria “You understand me? I could have made you something but now you're not even good enough to swim with the kids. No, you're in the little baby pool because that's what you are becoming a little baby, complaining about my reign and me having a stranglehold on this division like I'm supposed to just roll over and die.”

She laughs at the idea.

“You talk about  the Bombshell Roulette Championship  is meant for those starting their career in SCW “ said Victoria "I suppose there's some truth to that, after all what I won this Championship I was breaking into this company, only took me a few weeks to become champion if you recall.”

She looks proudly at the championship she has resting on her shoulder.

“Since then I've carried this championship to greatness” said Victoria "You can be mad all you want about this supposed stranglehold I have on this division,  but you say it like I'm supposed to give up. I don't give up Harper. Just because nobody's been able to take this from me it doesn't mean I'm going to allow it to happen because you don't think it's fair.”

She pauses taking another sip from her wine glass.

“You're just desperate for validation.” said Victoria “And the fact that you yourself said you've held a grudge since I put you in that handicap match over a year ago shows how emotionally fragile and unbalanced you are. You're unable to grow from any setbacks. A thirteen month grudge is called obsession and if that's all it took to shake you and get under your skin maybe this will be easier than I thought.”

She laughs arrogantly.

“I've been here the entire time Harper.” Victoria said “I haven't been backing down from any challenge  I've been facing and winning them.  You just want to be seen as a hero so bad it blinds you from reaching your true potential and that will be forever your downfall. What even is a Slaytanic Avenger?”

She pauses raising an eyebrow to the camera.

“I mean it sounds like a play on satanic and slaying  to me.” said Victoria “Those don't exactly sound like the traits of a hero to me. They sound like your true self trying to speak for you if you want to be slaytanic as you call it then be slaytanic. Be the devil you truly desire to be and slay somebody.”

She pauses again for another sip of wine.

“By that I mean truly break somebody.” said Victoria “Truly make somebody bleed and scream for their life, make them feel pain, make them scared to even think of the name Harper Mason.  But you won't, you'll continue to be soft and play nice because that's what these fans want from you and you need to be seen as their hero.”

She shakes her head, disappointed.

“You're not going to prevent me from any milestone," said Victoria. "I will complete a year as champion and I will continue to have one of the strongest and dominant championship reigns in the history of SCW. But you worry not, I'll be gracious Harper. I'll send you one of the first “year two” t-shirts as a consolation prize. When I defend my championship and complete a year as champion, I'm going to continue my dominance over this division and continue my reign for ONE MORE YEAR.”

She takes another sip of wine finishing the glass off.

“Don't like it?” said Victoria “Then try and stop me.”

She glances confidently into the camera as the scene fades to black.

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Victoria stood on the balcony of her private grand suite aboard the Princess Cruise, overlooking the people on the decks below.

She never wanted it to come this far with Harper Mason but some people simply refuse to learn and now all Victoria could do was teach Harper Mason a lesson she would never forget.

Harper Mason didn't know what she had missed out on.  Victoria was a shoe leader she always had been ever since she met her first disciple.

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It was lunch time at Alexander Graham Middle School and Victoria sat with her usual boot lickers. But today they were boring her. They only hung around her because they felt it would keep them out of trouble anyway.

That had become the problem, she had enforced her call monitor duties so strongly that nobody even bothered to cause any trouble either out of fear or just deciding it wasn't worth dealing with her.

But today it was the toadies that were getting on her nerves. These kids she saw as nothing more than suckups, and she needed something more that's when she saw her, the perfect investment. Monica Saperstein.

She was a quiet girl who always sat alone with her nose in a book. Today it was The Secret History by Donna Tartt. This was the type of girl who didn't cause trouble, not out of fear of Victoria or anything like that but simply because she wasn't a troublemaker to begin with.

“Disperse.” Victoria said to the handful of students around her, before making her way over to the table where Monica sat alone taking a seat directly across from her.

“Um…May I help you?” Monica said and a rather monitoring voice looking up from her book.

“You look like you could use some company.” said Victoria.

“Oh it's okay you don't need to worry about me.” said Monica.

“That's the problem.” Victoria said "I know who you are. You're Monica Saperstein. Clean record, perfect attendance. Always stays out of trouble, never so much as an issue. I mean even the nerds get in trouble for trading Pokémon cards during class.”

“I'm sorry..” Monica replied “I don't understand.”

“Don't you ever want to be more?” Victoria said, closing Monica's book for her.  "Don't you ever get tired of being in the background?”

“I'll be okay…” Monica said.

“You know why they ignore you right?” said Victoria.

“Look Victoria I'm really not interested in…” Monica began

“It's because they're afraid of you.” Victoria interrupted “You're smarter than all of them and they know it. That makes them scared. But you choose to remain hidden when you have so much more untapped potential. All  you need is presence. That is what I can give you.”

“And why me?” said Monica with an eyebrow raised, "Why not one of your little groupies?”

“Because I need someone of your intelligence level.” said Victoria “Do you know what it's like hanging around those boot lickers all the time? We can help each other. I give you presence and pull you from the shadows, and you just give me someone to have a coherent conversation with.”

“I don't know..” said Monica.

“Then take a day to think about it.” said Victoria, "Just remember it can be a tough road going through school as a loner bookworm.  But if you want to matter, if you want to become somebody and you want people to notice you sit with me tomorrow at lunch and then everything changes. You're a smart girl, I'm sure you'll make the right decision.”

Victoria stood up from Monica's table and walked away as Monica watched her with a curious expression.

The next day at lunch, Monica sat at Victoria's table.

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Her and Monica ended up becoming best friends and even formed their own clique through High School. Monica ended up becoming prom queen and thanked Victoria for making her visible.

Harper Mason had no idea what she had missed out on  Victoria was not only a former Queen herself but a Queenmaker. 

Unfortunately for Harper it was time for Victoria to put an end to the whole charade and wipe herself clean of Harper Mason once and for all.

She stood, there on her balcony, her thoughts echoing in her mind.

All Harper had to do, was sit with me.

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The cameras open back in the private Suite of Victoria Lyons aboard the Princess Cruise, see of course has more of her favorite red and she looks into the cameras with a confident in knowing smile.

“So you like stories right Harper?” said Victoria “You told your own story about our history which in the end only made you look weaker because you held a grudge against me for thirteen months over a booking decision. Does that sound like someone with any sort of strong will? Because to me it shows just how weak your mind is Harper.”

She casually takes a sip of her wine.

“But I have a story of my own. A story of power and influence.” Victoria said “A story about a girl named Monica, who I guided from being absolutely nothing to becoming a queen.”

She runs her fingers along the rim of her wine glass.

“We were in middle school at the time.” said Victoria  “I was in leadership I had become quite popular, always surrounded by my bootlickers, the kids who followed me not out of respect but out of fear.”

She pauses taking a sip of her wine.

“It grew quite tiring.” said Victoria “And I began to desire something else. I wanted somebody that would actually respect me for being the leader I am and that's when I noticed Monica in the lunchroom. She was a quiet girl always stayed out of sight and usually kept to herself and her books. That day she was reading a book called The Secret History. The type of girl that went so unnoticed the bullies didn't even pick on her she was basically non-existent.”

She takes another sip of her red.

“But I knew who she was.” said Victoria “As I said I was in leadership and I was voted class president so I knew she had one of the highest GPAs in school and I knew she had untapped potential. She just needed to learn how to take charge and become visible.”

She takes another sip of wine emptying the glass and taking a moment to pour another.

“So I extended an olive branch.” said Victoria “I offered her recognition. I offered her the chance to become noticed, to become a name, to become somebody that mattered. I told her that she has the brains but I can give her the stage. All she had to do was come sit at my table the next day.”

She takes a sip of her freshly poured wine glass.

"The next day at lunch guess who sat across from me at the lunch table?" said Victoria "Monica Saperstein. Who made the greatest decision she ever made in her life by accepting my leadership because do you know what happened to her?"

Victoria paused through another sip of wine.

“She became somebody.” said Victoria. “It started with a makeover and a new wardrobe. Then kids began to learn and even fear the name Monica Saperstein. Her and I became inseparable and we kept our relationship through High School even adding a couple new girls to our crew Rachel and Jasmine.”

Victoria smiles and there's actually something genuine about it as she speaks of her old high school friends.

“But Monica and I were the true “It” Girls”. said Victoria “I continued as class president throughout all four years of high school with Monica always as my VP. When graduation rolled around she was voted prom queen.”

Victoria takes another casual sip of wine.

“I led her to that.” said Victoria “I took a shy quiet bookworm and turned her into a queen. People went from not even noticing her to fearing her name.”

She laughed slightly, proud of herself.

“Of course after High School we all went our separate ways.” said Victoria “I chose to continue the family business and focus more on my training at the Lyons Den. Monica went to a college in New York and these days she's one of the most respected lawyers in New York City.”

Victoria takes another sip of wine, longer this time.

“I wanted something like that for you too Harper.” said Victoria “You didn't even need the stage, you've already got a spotlight. You just need to stop caring about others' opinions of you. You need to learn how to go into business for Harper Mason and nobody else. You need to stop trying to be the hero.”

Victoria pauses shortly.

“I elevate people Harper.” Victoria said "I build them up and I make Queens but I can only do that if they're willing to rise. You looked to me in the eye and defied me. You acted like you were above me,  like you were supposed to scare me but the truth is you had no idea what you were doing.”

She laughs to herself and taking another sip of wine.

“Look deny it all you want." Victoria said “But when I put you in that handicap match last year, that was the first time people really took notice of Harper Mason.  Even though you lost you showed that you could truly go up against two of the very best on your own. But then you did nothing with it, squandering every championship opportunity that was presented to you and now you choose to be part of a tag team that can go nowhere in this company.”

Victoria shakes her head.

“Oh what could have been.” said Victoria “You and I, enforcing our rule over the entire division. Nobody would be able to stop us. But it was you who refused to let it happen. It was you who refused greatness.”

Victoria sips some more wine.

“I could have made you somebody“ said Victoria. "We could have been STRONGER TOGETHER, instead you chose to be my enemy. Now you're going to find out very quickly how wrong of a decision you made. Unfortunately after this I'm done with you. You had your chance, so don't even try to come crawling back asking for forgiveness after I completely dismantle you because I'm not big on second chances so I'm wiping myself clean of Harper Mason.”

She takes another sip of wine and looks directly into the camera.

“When that bell rings…” Victoria said “Harper Mason is going to understand the true meaning of I told you so.”

She laughs to herself again and sips more wine.

“All you had to do Harper, was sit with me.” Victoria said.

With a disappointed shrug she sips a final sip of wine, looking into the camera confidently as everything fades to black.

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Supercard Roleplays / “Walk the Plank.”
« Last post by Logan Hunter on July 16, 2025, 03:05:59 PM »
It was time for SCW’s Summer Spectacular and for Logan Hunter? His first Summer XXXTreme would prove to be an eventful one as he was one of seven men in the Overboard Battle Royal for a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship alongside “Unbreakable” Eddie Lyons, Miles Kasey, “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart, Justin Smith, Aiden Reynolds and Liam Davies! Can Logan secure his spot in the biggest match of his career to date?

By the pool, Sun Princess Cruise Liner
Sunday the 13th of July 2025, 16:00pm

I have no time for this!

My moment of catharsis is at hand! My Summer XXXTreme debut will take place one week ago from today and I have never felt more ready to throw several man overboard and into the waters bellow! In any other context that would make me a murderer.

But in the realm of wrestling? It will be merely a means to an end, that end being my destiny as the World Heavyweight Champion in SCW! I need to prepare, I need Brooke as my sparring partner.

Instead? I find my beloved sunbathing by the pool next to her twin sister Marissa, Marissa was playing on her Nintendo Switch while Brooke lay there motionless, both beautiful women to be sure and their bikinis had attracted a lot of male attention, but they were wasting my time.

And as I stood over Brooke, purposefully blocking the runs rays with my body, her relaxed mood turned sour.

”What are you doing?” I demanded as I looked at the redheaded women and Brooke sat up before she turned to me. ”We need to tain!”

”Train? Are you fucking serious?!” Brooke asked as she looked at me with an incredulous look on her face, Marissa looked up from her game of Mario Maker 2 and put the Switch in rest mode before setting the switch down on the table next to her. ”I know the cruise just started but have you seen any other wrestlers train for this matches next Sunday? No? that’s because this is basically a paid vacation for us!”

”Don’t you understand Brooke? That is what will set me apart from everyone else!” I insisted as I moved around her deck chair and stood in front of the pool with my arms crossed. ”If I train while the rest of these fools waste time by dillydallying about? Then I will surely win at this Sunday’s show!”

”Okay, first off? Did you seriously just say dillydallying?” Marissa asked as she stood up and walked up to me. ”Because that’s gotta be the first time I’ve heard anyone under the age of fifty use that term! And second? Training won’t do you any good if you burn yourself out.”

”Stay out of this Marissa.” I warned her and the twenty year old seemed to get an idea in her head. ”This does not concern………….”

”Hey sis?” Marissa asked Brooke as she turned to her (technically) younger sister. ”Tall, dark and brooding over here knows how to swim, right?”

”Err, yeah?” Brooke asked with a confused look on her face while I remained in place. ”I’ve seen him swim around my backyard pool more than a few times, way?”

”No reason.” Marissa responded with a gleeful, almost sing song tone as she placed both hands on my chest. ”Well, except this.”

Before I could raise an objection? Marissa shoved me, clothes and all, into the pool, I managed to turn my body in a way that avoided any injury and flipped into the pool instead, but the damage was done and Brooke was laughing her ass off. ”You will pay for this insolence!” I shouted at Missa who just shrugged and returned to her deck chair while I got out of the pool. ”No one humiliates me like this!”

”Really? Because I could’ve sworn I heard the Kaseys say that you have a humiliation kink.” Marissa responded as she flipped some hair over her shoulder and I stormed off. You’d think he’d learn by now.”

”Been dating him for two years now and I still don’t know what goes through his head.” Brooke responded with a shrug and a grin. ”Hell I don’t evem know much about his life before he came to the US.”

”Eh, if he wants to keep his history back in Australia to himself? Let him.” Marissa shrugged as she leaned back with her hands behind her head. ”Besides your OnlyFans? He is the main breadwinner of the house!”

”Exactly!” Brooke responded before she resumed reading her magazine.

The ship’s nightclub, Sun Princess Cruise Liner, the High Seas
Tuesday the 15th of July 2025, 21:00pm

This has been a miserable experience.

Ever since we boarded this damn ship  The Shields Sisters have found new and exciting ways to interrupt what should be my preparation time and instead force me to have fun, this is a vacation for them, Brooke is my manager, Marissa isn’t even a contracted talent, she’s been our guest at the SCW shows ever since she moved in with us after the LA Fires, I am the only wrestler for SCW in our group and they insist on me having fun.

The only fun that shall be had will be the conquest of my enemies!

”We are wasting time.” I grunted as I folded my arms and Brooke shook her head before she took a sip of her drink. ”Every second that we spend in this accursed club is a second I could be spent training!”

”What’s that Logan? I couldn’t hear your bitching over the music!” Brooke retorted and I just ignored her. ”Besides, Mari’s having a good time on the dance floor.”

”Yes, while half the dance floor is drooling over her.” I responded as I glanced over at Marissa, both Shields Twins have backgrounds as dancers, nothing professional but Brooke was able to incorporate it into her wrestling training back when she was in the Go Gym, Marissa? She was happy to use it to show up most drunk patrons at nightclubs, at least the ones who she wasn’t grinding with which, given her cop top and tight block jeans outfit, was most of them. ”If I wanted to watch someone who looked like her grinding on something I’d watch one of your videos Brooke.”

”And thanks for the reminder that the bosses told me that I couldn’t even film an OnlyFans vid in my cabin!” Brooke responded as she rolled her eyes, then I saw it in those very same eyes, she had an idea, ”So, what will it take to get you on the dancefloor?”

”NEVER!” I responded as I slammed my hands down on the table and Brook smirked. ”I will not humiliate myself on the dancefloor in front of a bunch of drunken fools!”

”I thought you’d say that.” Brooke responded before she took a sip of her drink with a devilish grin on her face. ”I just heard that Guy thinks you can’t dance for,…………”

”GET OUT OF MY WAY!” I bellowed before storming off to the dancefloor, what I didn’t realize was that Brooke was filming the whole thing on her phone for TikTok and while both she and Marissa were graceful dancers? I was not.

While that was going on? “Hey baby, why don’t we go back to your cabin for a more private dance?” A guy asked Marissa as they danced together and it didn’t take Marissa long to figure out just what he was talking about.

”You drive a hard bargain.” Marissa responded with a seductive grin on her face as she looked him up and down, then pulled him in closer. ”How hard can I make it?” Marissa leaned in to kiss the guy but before they could lock lips? My dancing spoiled the mood by accidentally elbowing the guy in the ribs. ”Logan, what the hell?!”

”LEAVE ME BE!” I responded and before long? I was the only one on the dancefloor, Marissa’s date was long gone and Marissa had stormed off to the booth.

”That didn’t go totally as planned.” Brooke admitted as she finished her video and uploaded it to TikTok, she then turned to her older sister who wasn’t exactly happy to say the least. ”You okay?”

”I was this close to getting a boyfriend, or at the very least a one night stand!” Marissa responded as she rolled her eyes and Brooke winced. ”And then you turned Logan loose on the dancefloor because there’s no way he’d go out there willingly!”

”Don’t worry.” Brooke assured her as she kept an eye on the TikTok upload. ”Besides, it’s not like it’s the last day of the cruise, you’ll get other opportunities.””

”If that idiot doesn’t get us banned from the nightclub for the rest of the cruise.” Marissa sighed before Brooke took a sip from her drink.

”And besides Mari.” Brooke commented to her twin sister and Marissa glanced over at her. ”It could always be worse.”

”How?” Marissa asked as she glanced over at Brooke.

”That guy could’ve forgotten to pack condoms and you would’ve been a single mother before your even old enough to drink.” Brooke responded and Marissa gave her younger sister a long, hard glare. ”I know you would’ve been okay thanks to the trust funds we both have but even so.”

”Yeah, that would’ve been just my luck.” Marissa sighed before she stood up. ”I’m heading back to the cabin, need a break from that idiot, if you here from the guy I was almost with? Text me.”

”Will do, guess we’ll have to use the tripod for Logan’s promo.” Brooke nodded as she watched her sister leave.

Twenty Minutes Later

Marissa’s cabin was a lot closer to the nightclub than Brooke and Logan’s and while that was at her request after having a hotel room right next to theirs throughout the Viking Era Tour Marissa had still stopped by the top deck to catch some air as the wind blew through her waist length dark brown hair.

”Night’s like these that almost make me wish I had lost my life in the LA Fires.” Marissa sighed as she leaned on the railing chest first with her arms crossed under her breasts, she let out a deep breath as she looked at the water below. ”Mom and dad died when me and Brooke were young, grandparents died a few years ago, rest of the family is all over the country, much as she drives me mad Brooke’s pretty much the only family I’ve got.”

Marissa then heard footsteps behind her and a male voice clearing his throat, she looked up expecting the guy she almost hooked up with.

And if you want to know who that is? Stay tuned for J2H’s promo, coming soon.

The Top Deck, Sun Princess Cruise Liner
Tuesday the 15th of July, 2025, 20:45pm

*promo time*

Me and Brooke had left the nightclub not long after Marissa but by the time we came up to the top deck for my promo she was back at her cabin, no matter, we have things that must be done.

”Gentlemen, the time is nearly upon us for you to walk the plank!” I declared as I pointed to the side of the ship behind me. ”Most of you called me a complainer simply because I refused to stay silent on the injustice I suffered at Guy’s hand! That clown did not outsmart me, he used deception to steal from me and now the Roulette Championship is wasted on a joke of a feud that no one cares about!

I would’ve taken that title to new heights, Guy has driven it to lows not seen since Bill Barnhart was the champion of the division!” I declared as I pointed to the camera. ”But while I plot my vengeance against that two bit, undeserving clown? I have a match to win and a future championship to secure! And all I need to do is to………….”

Brooke quicky covered my mouth.

”You are NOT saying that in a promo!” Brooke interjected before she flipped some hair over her shoulder. ”Anyway, we know how this match will be won, one man will be left standing after everyone else is thrown overboard and that man will be Logan! Bill and Justin? Those jokers aren’t worthy enough to luck my boots! Eddie and Miles? One is the lesser of a prestigious family in Sin City, the other is Miles, Aiden? He was a poor Roulette Champion but please continue the false narrative that his reign was worth anything and Liam? Tell me, can a cop swim under all that gear?

Actually? Don’t, because I don’t care.” Brooked added as she leaned against the raining with her hands on it. ”You are all cannon fodder that stands between Logan and destiny and trust me, no one else will get in the way of it!”

Let’s get this started.

”Justin, Bill, you two are the lowest of the low in this match, you are the ultimate cannon fodder in this match and you will be easy prey for me on my path to victory!” I stated as I folded my arms. ”Bill, you are a senile old fool that should’ve retired long ago and when I speak of exterminating the past? You are exactly the kind of wrestler I speak off.

Old, feeble, pathetic and yet somehow still has a job.” I added before smirking. ”And Justin? You have been a minor thorn in my side since I signed my SCW contract in December and this encounter will end just like the others, with me on top after vanquishing you.”

Brooke chimed in again.

”Honestly? What exactly is keeping Bill and Justin employed at this point? Bill’s prime was in the stone age and Justin has never been relevant.” Brooke stated with a smirk on her face. ”If there’s one good thing you can say about you two? It’s that you’re at least better than The Troll, but that’s like comparing horse manure to cow shit. Which is fitting considering all the bullshit that comes out of Bill’s mouth!”

I spoke once again.

”Eddie and Miles, two very similar men, yet different.” I stated as I started to pace around. ”Eddie, I find it flattering that in your tarot card session you compared me to the devil but in reality? That fallen angel has nothing on me in the chaos and carnage that I can inflict! I’ve already encountered your betters in Victoria and Vincent and while this is our first encounter?

If you must compare me to some divine being, do it someone who cares about the judgment of the afterlife.”  I added before smirking. ”As for you Miles? You beat me once but that was a fluke, all because Brooke was carried away by that Go Gym Traitor HB Carter! Rest assured it won’t happen again!”

Brooke spoke up again.

”Two men who Logan has encountered the close relatives off, just under different circumstances.” Brooke commented ass she folded her arms. ”Eddie? When you first arrived in SCW everyone wondered what the other Lyons members were like, little dud we know that you were the kitten of the pride! And Miles? Your previous defeat of Logan was a fluke and while you did have help from your boyfriend Carter? This match will prove why he is the only Go Gym Graduate you can consistently get on top off!”

Last yup?

”That just leaves Aiden and Liam, a fool of a former champ who has deluded himself into thinking that he is a worthy champion and a former cop.” I stated as I started to walk around. ”Aiden? Our shared home country of Australia praises me while they laugh at the mere mention of your name, you were never a worthy champion and I did the company a favour by taking the belt from you at Into the Void!

And I will do it again this Sunday.” I added as I folded my arms. ”As for you Liam? You will not rebound from that loss to Carter, I can promise you that much! I will see if a pig can swim when I throw the cop overboard!”

And one last time?

”Let me see if I’ve got this straight Aiden, in the weeks leading to the match between you and Logan we never once campaigned for a Roulette Title Shot, we were just focused on rebounding and the title match came as a shock to us! However, the moment Logan gets robbed of his first title reign we’re the complainers because we refused to stay quiet? Meanwhile you started a little twitter campaign to try to jump the que and yet we’re in the wrong?

The hypocrisy stinks Aiden might want to try a new cologne!” Brooke added as she folded her arms. ”And Liam? You won’t get a whiff of the World Heavyweight Title any time soon! Logan’s destiny lies with that title and no pig is going to get in his way!”

It’s that simple.

”When we touch dry land again on Monday my new destiny will be at hand!” I declared as I made a fist. ”And Justin, Bill, Eddie, Miles and Aiden will not get in my way! Once I am done with you fools my destiny will be set in stone! I was always meant to be a champion and while a damn clown stole my rightful title from me and the bosses remain spineless to do anything? This is my moment!”

And with that I decided to wrap things up.

”And at the end of the cruise? Davy Jones Locker will be the home of six lost souls!” I added as I made a fist. ”And I will claim my destiny! Woe to the Vanquished for the losses of fools lost at sea will not be mourned, Eddie, Miles, Justin, Bill, Aiden. Liam? I COMMAND THE KNEEL! YOU WILL NOT DENY ME MY THRONE AS YOU ALL EMBRACE OBLIVION!”

Brooke turned off the camera as the scene fades.
9
Supercard Roleplays / TAKING IT ALL
« Last post by GUY on July 16, 2025, 12:57:28 AM »


As expected today was going to be a busy day. Sin City Wrestling and the Princess Cruise ship were set to set sail today. In little over an hour everyone would be hitting the ocean. Superstars and fans alike. Inside one of the bars there on the boardwalk stood the Roulette Champion. Guy was flopping his arms around, making ticket sounds, and looking at an older man.

“Bawk Bawk Bawk!”

He continued to prance around like a chicken.

[ G U Y ] -- Chicken! Yew are giant chicken! Bawk bawk bawk!

[ R A N D O M . F A N ] -- I don’t want to put my ticket on the line. I have been saving up all year long to go on this cruise. It’s like a life long dream to be able to attend!

[ G U Y ] -- Bawk Bawk Bawk! Chicken Chicken!

This older man looked like the mocking was getting to him. Based on the expression that he was giving. None of it seemingly to matter to the Roulette Champion. That was until a familiar face stepped right up beside the two. Almost instantly Guy’s chicken dance came to an end. All for his entire attention to focus on the one they called the Brat.

[ J A Y D E N ] -- What are you agonizing this man for?

[ G U Y ] -- Pfft! Nu agonizing my fren! Simply laying down a challenge!

[ J A Y D E N ] -- A challenge for what?

[ G U Y ] -- Uh duh, his ticket for the Cruise?!

[ J A Y D E N ] -- What the hell do you need his ticket for?! You have one yourself. You are on the freaking show!

[ R A N D O M . F A N ] -- The second I told him I was going to be rooting for Artie next weekend. He tried to pressure me into playing a game of cards for my ticket.

[ G U Y ] -- Annnnd what’s the problem with that?

[ J A Y D E N ] -- Come on Guy. You have to know you can’t do something like that.

[ G U Y ] -- One less loser cheering for a loser. Trying to make the cruise better. Das Guy’s job as da King! Besides, a card game worked for Jack in Titanic. Guy knows the game. He can’t lose!

[ J A Y D E N ] -- You can’t be this dumb. You just can’t.

For a brief moment Jayden just rubbed his temple. One would have to assume that in this particular moment that he was regretting even walking in the bar. With the appearance at Jayden, it allowed that older fan to sneak away. Leading to the champion to start huffing and puffing.

[ G U Y ] -- Way to go! Ruined a for sure win for King Guy!

[ J A Y D E N ] -- Dude, listen. I do not know what has gotten into you lately but you are starting to run a lot of people the wrong way. You are starting to make your fans turn against you. You are not making friends with people in the company. Got a lot of them turning against you.

[ G U Y ] -- Womp, womp!

[ J A Y D E N ] -- Really? I am actually trying to help you here. Telling you to get whatever is going on under control before you cross a line that cannot be uncrossed.

[ G U Y ] -- Again. Yew king says womp, womp!

The overall attitude coming from Guy in this specific moment. It was further getting under the skin of Jayden. His eyes were narrowing in his direction.

[ G U Y ] -- If the minions of Guy don’t want to be minions anymore. Then they were never true minions to begin with. They’re just losers like all the others that want to turn on Guy. like all the others that want to trash talk Guy and say bad things about Guy. He doesn’t need people like that in his life.

[ J A Y D E N ] -- Are you really going to pretend like you don’t have a fault in some of this?

[ G U Y ] -- Psht. King Guy is perfect. Da most perfect. Never does anything wrong. This isn’t Guy’s problem. It’s all those loser’s problem!

[ J A Y D E N ] -- You know I can’t believe I am about to say this, but it feels like it’s a necessary evil.

[ G U Y ] -- Evil is never a necessity fren!

[ J A Y D E N ] -- It is and more than anything needed this time. I really hope that Artie beats you. Claims the championship. And forces you to come back to reality. Because you are in desperate need of a reality check!

That lone comment made Guy’s eyes bug out of his head. They were as wide as they could possibly be. His blood was running hot. How could his friend? How could one of his best friends at that be counting on his downfall? How could someone that was meant to be in his corner want to see him lose?! And lose the one thing that had become so important to him?!

[ G U Y ] -- Yew don’t mean that. Yew don’t mean that at all!

[ J A Y D E N ] -- I do. I really do. You need something to put you in check. That way we get the lovable and sometimes hilarious Guy back. Things would be better around here for everyone if you were your old self.

[ G U Y ] -- Yew are turning your back on Guy?! Yew are becoming an opp?! Is dis what yew tell your King?! After everything he has done for yew. Guy has always been in yew corner!

[ J A Y D E N ] -- This isn’t a matter of turning on you or becoming an opp. I don’t even think you fully understand what that word means.

For a moment Jayden couldn’t help himself with snickering. It was amusing at least to him but based on the glaring expression from Guy. It was not funny, not even in the least bit.

[ J A Y D E N ] -- It’s called tough love. Only your closest of friends are going to be the ones to give it to you. This loss is needed. I hope it happens and it forces you to wake up.

Following those words he attempted to reach out and place a hand on Guy’s shoulders. He didn’t get a chance. Guy taking a step back out  of reach. His eyes were still narrow and with a glaring expression.

[ G U Y ] -- Betrayal! Ultimate betrayal!

Not giving his ‘friend’ a chance to say anything more. Guy turned his back and started to storm out of the bar. Leaving Jayden standing there on his own. Although it seemed like the Brat was trying to do what was right. Give that man a dose of reality. Guy was not ready to hear this kind of thing. His ego taking a hit. His emotions playing a factor. Never did he think he’d have to fight to prove someone that was meant to be in his corner wrong, but that was the situation he now found himself in.


Flipping the light on to the room. Guy found himself looking around at where he would be staying for the next week. For someone that was a champion representing the company. They didn’t exactly take care of his living accommodations very well. The room didn’t seem any bigger than a walk-in closet. Very small. Very cramped. Scoofing to himself, he stepped into the room and tossed his bags down on the floor.

[ G U Y ] -- What da heckin’ heck?!

He found himself just looking around the room a little more. Almost in disbelief over what he was seeing. A King and a champion deserved better surely. Is this what they were going to reduce him too? That was the thought crossing his mind, but it wasn’t something that he was allowed to focus on for long. Before hearing a familiar voice. Turning around to face a giant mirror on the back of that door he had came in. There was that ‘evil’ reflection of his. Like clockwork it froze Guy where he stood.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y[/color[ ] -- Are you really surprised?

His tone sounded just like Guy, but with some almost demonic like qualities in. It was enough to make the hair stand up on the back of Guy’s neck as he was forced to stay where he was.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y[/color[ ] -- This is what I have been telling you all along. This is what I have been trying to open your eyes too. This company has never had any true respect for you. They’ve never valued you in any way, shape, or form. It showed well before now, but you have allowed yourself to remain blind. And now that I have taken over. Making you everything you have ever wanted to be. A champion. A name. Someone that provides for this company unlike many others. Yet nothing changed. You have to finally see that don’t you?!

For a moment Guy was silent. He didn’t know what to think. So much had gone on in a very short amount of time. Everything was changing. He was gaining what he always dreamed of having, but at the same time it was being done all the wrong way. Something he didn’t have control over.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y[/color[ ] -- I asked you a question!

[ G U Y ] -- I don’t know! I don’t. Maybe it iz just a coinci-dink?!

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y[/color[ ] -- Oh right. It’s a coincidence that they have put you in a room like this. Next thing you are going to tell me. Someone that is one of your best friends telling you to your face that he hopes you lose is a coincidence right?!

[ G U Y ] -- Jayden means well. One of Guy’s bestest frens in da world world. Yew are da reason he is like dis right now. Yew is da reason all of Guy’s frens do not want to be frens anymore.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y[/color[ ] -- See... still being the idiot that yew are. This is why I had to step in. These people aren’t your friends. He isn’t your friend at all. He’s said it before. And if you would just open your eyes. You would see. Jayden is jealous of you. Jealous of what you have become and what he couldn’t become. That’s a champion.

His voice was becoming more demonic by the second. Guy frozen in gear looking at that reflection.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y[/color[ ] -- And that shouldn’t even be a focus. Your focus should be on Artie. Breaking that man’s neck. To make sure a mistake isn’t made on your end. To make sure his career truly ends, but again. I have to take over. Again I have to do the dirty work because you’re too much of a coward to do it yourself.

[ G U Y ] -- Listen to meh...

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y[/color[ ] -- No, you’re going to listen to me. In fact you’re going to do more than listen to me. It’s time to make you disappear and let me take over for good. You are never going to do the things that need to be done in order to have a long lasting career. Nice guys always finish last. You brought this on yourself.

Briefly, Guy felt a cold chill run up his entire spine. His natural eye color turned black seconds later. Something within him changed, just like that. That was terrifying and might end up being the worst thing for a man named Artie.


The ship had officially set sail and the days were counting down to the biggest event of the summer for Sin City Wrestling: Summer XXXtreme! It was the very reason they were all there. History was set to be made once again. Now with the cameras rolling it didn’t take long to reveal themselves to be in the control room of the ship. This is where all the magic happened..

And by magic we’re talking about making sure it doesn’t turn into Titanic 2.

However with the cameras revealing what they were revealing this second. That might be where this cruise was headed if the man at the helm stayed there for very long. Both hands on the giant wheel in the middle of the ship wearing that signature captain's hat was none other than the SCW Roulette Champion. Guy was beaming from ear to ear with a smirk. His voice could be heard.

“Look at me. Look at me. I am da Captain now.”

The signature little snicker proceeded to escape the lips of Guy. Finding himself letting go of the wheel. Turning his attention directly towards the cameras before him.

“Do yew know how good it feels to be da Captain? Do you know how good it feels to be da King of SCW? Do you know how good it feels to be da SCW Champion of Roulette?!”

His eyebrow arched up. His lips curled into a more wicked smirk. Highlighting that more ‘crude’ persona that appeared to be coming out of him as the weeks have gone by.

“Of course yew silly little minions don’t know what that feels like. Yew shouldn’t feel that bad though. Because Artie doesn’t know what it feels like either. Kekekekee! But Guy can confirm for yew all. It feels pretty heckin’ awesome. To be everything that Guy said he was and to continue to prove that haters wrong. It just adds to that awesome feeling. A feeling that Guy isn’t going to stop experiencing anytime soon. It dang sure isn’t coming to an end this Sunday!”

There was a firm shake of his head. Guy folding his arms across his chest in quite the confident manner.

“Guy is more than aware that Artie is out there telling a different story. Artie is telling anyone and everyone that will listen that he is going to be the one to dethrone Guy as le champion. He is telling all the minions that he is going to embarrass Guy. He is out there telling every loser he comes across on this ship that he is a better wrasslar than Guy. This is da same stuff he was saying going into da King of SCW ladder match. Said he was gonna be King. Said he could take Guy’s crown. Said he was going to be a better King than Guy could ever be. It turned out to be lies then. It’ll turn out to be lies now.”

“Now Guy knows that what he says doesn’t make a difference to yew. Yew are a man with a very big ego. A man that is clouded by his own judgement. Yew are a man that doesn’t like to listen to anyone other than the yis men and women yew surround yew self with. Nothing Guy says will register with yew, because yew are the big dumb. But yew really shouldn’t be telling people how much better yew are than me. Yew really shouldn’t be lying through yew buck teeth. Nu nu, instead...”

“Yew should be focused on not losing your career.”

That signature snicker again coming from the man. At this point it was something that people just hated about him. For no other reason than it made the man sound arrogant. As of late that attitude was shining through more and more. Making him publicly enemy number one to a lot of people. With a widened smirk he continued on.

“Surely. Yew haven’t forgotten about that crucial detail have yew? It’s yew career on the line against da King. Yew are risking it all for one tiny wittle championship shot. But why? Why would yew do dis? Look at how foolish the decision is, Artie. Yew have been on this roster for over a year now. In just this year alone. Yew have yet to win a single match. Yew failed at King of SCW. Not once, but twice. Yew couldn’t beat da Internet Champion. Yew couldn’t beat da World Champion. Yew couldn’t beat a Hall of Famer. Yew couldn’t even string it together with the Bottom of all Bottoms to win two weeks ago.”

“It is just loss after loss after loss. Da fact that Logan Dumbest Mothersucker Alive Hogan has more wins than yew do is saying something bout yew skill set. Yew clearly aren’t great or good. Yew aren’t even passable. Being a wrassler just ain’t for yew. Yew are better off being da loser manager yew were for yew loser wife, kekekeke. Least den people no one would have to see you constantly fumble around in da ring. Trying to figure out how to make fings work. Guy does admit. He finds da haters funny. Da haters that say Guy sucks. The ones dat say Guy can’t wrestle. The one that says Guy is a joke.”

“Dey all throw dirt on Guy’s name and his abilities. Yet, he has proof to back it up. Meanwhile yew do not have any proof to back up anything. And this goes back to what Guy was saying earlier. Yew agreed to put your career on the line. For a shot at the championship. Something that just doesn’t make sense, but guess Guy did put your back against the wall didn’t he? Yew didn’t have a choice when Guy wasn’t going to let yew bully him into a match. Yew didn’t have a choice when Guy told da world. Yew had no proof to get a title shot. When he wouldn't allow yew to just make a damn and believe it would come to light.”

“Tsk tsk. Dat is not how the real world works silly goose!”

His mocking of Artie was becoming more and more clear with every word that came out of his mouth. This was surely not going to do the man any favors at all. However, with how things have started to play out recently. One would have to assume Guy wasn’t too worried about any of that. He found himself just continuing to stroll around that room. Oozing with confidence.

“Yew seemingly forgot dat yew are living in Guy’s Kingdom. Da only thing that matters in his Kingdom is what Guy wants. Jesters like yew don’t have a say. Yew don’t have a true purpose. Yew are here for Guy’s amusement. Dat is it... and yew haven’t been very amusing lately. Not with da constant trying to dethrone yer King. If yew are going to be this disrespectful Artie. Den yew serve nu real purpose to yew King. That’s when Guy did what he did. He did the bullying knowing there was nothing yew could do to stop him. He made sure to put your shoulders up against the wall. Because he knew yew wouldn't be strong enough to be able to stop him.”

“Guy made sure to put yew in a situation where yew had no other choice but to say yes. Because thats how big that yew ego is. And Guy made sure that he put himself in the best position possible. Not only is Guy going to be known as one of da best Champions of Roulette to ever exist, but he is now going to be known as a man that ended yer career Artie. To be quite honest with yew, Artie. Yew shouldn’t even be that upset about yer career coming to an end. Not when yew don’t have much of a career to brag about, but instead what yew should be upset about is everything else Guy is going to take from you. Yew should be fearful of what kind of person Guy is going to expose yew to be.”[/color]

Once again there was that ‘kekeke’ snickering that escaped him. There was something so sinister about what he had planned.

“When King Guy takes yew wrestling career. Yew are going to be made to look like a pathetic hooman. If you became a pathetic hooman. It will instantly make the minions hate yew. They hate pathetic. They hate losers. They hate people that forever disappoint them. Taking yew career means, Guy takes all the minions that have abandoned him so foolishly and brings them back to the good side. Far away from da dark side that yew have dragged them down to. Das just a minor fing yew are losing with the minions. It gets worse. Losing yew career. Losing to yer King.”

“It is going to be an eye opener for Bobbe. Keekeke. She is going to realize she wasted so many years of her life being with someone like yew. She is going to realize that she wasted so many years supporting someone like yew. She is going to realize that yew are not a real man and not being a real man is going to force her to say what she’s wanted to say for a long time. She’s going to tell yew, she doesn’t want to be married to someone like yew anymore. Something she tried to avoid when she told yew not to take this match. Not to put yew career on the line, but yew were too selfish to listen to her.”

“In losing yew wife. In losing da one person da supported yew so foolishly. It also means yew will be losing out on becoming a father. Bobbie isn’t going to want yew anywhere around. Yew are going to be a bum with no career. A bum with no job. A bum with no means to make any kind of money. Yew are going to have no knowledge to be able to pass on to yew child. Yew will not be a role model to them when it comes to what happens when yew chase dreams. Yew will not be able to teach them on how to be successful. Yew will be worse than a dead beat dad. All because yew failed against yer King.”

“Just what Guy said. He is going to take everything from yew. Artie, yew do not recover from this. And as much as yew are going to want to blame him. As much as other losers are gonna want to blame him. As much as da world is going to want to make King Guy out to be da bad guy. In da end when yew are laying out there in da ring. Bloody. Exhausted and career-less. Yew are going to come face to face with reality. Finally realize yew got no one to blame but yew self for what is about to happen to yew. Yew are yer own business problem!”

The more and more this man spoke. It was clear that maybe just maybe there were a couple of screws loose. Looser than usual. This was not the man that the SCW world once knew. He let those eyes narrow a little more. Curling his index finger towards him. Forcing the cameras to zoom in a little more at his request.

“Huzzah! Welcome to da end Artie. Kekekekekeekeke!”

Those dark painted lips of his remained in a smirk with those words coming out of his mouth. There was no denying that the Roulette Champion had crossed a line. Something he was seemingly taking pride in. From there the cameras were slowly starting to fade to black. Leaving the entire SCW fanbase wondering what was going to happen. It would either be a night where the King once again reigned supreme, or it was going to be a night where Artie shocked the world. Either way this was going to be a history making moment for all involved.
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Supercard Roleplays / Re: MERCEDES VARGAS (c) v BELLA MADISON v LILITH LOCKE - INTERNET TITLE - ULTIMATE X
« Last post by Mercedes Vargas on July 15, 2025, 05:36:12 PM »
Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 13 al 20 de julio de 2025

So, let’s talk about Summer XXXTreme. Triple threat match. Me versus Bella Madison versus Lilith. Management thinks they’re being clever, stacking the odds against me. But they’ve made it clear who should be feared. It’s not the wolves. It’s me.

Bella Madison. The eternal runner-up. Always rewriting history to justify her failures. That ‘loophole’ isn’t clever—it’s desperate. It's the last gasp of someone who knows, deep down, she can't beat me fair and square. You're like that kid on the playground who keeps changing the rules when they're losing. "No, no, that didn't count! I wasn't ready!" Pathetic doesn't begin to cover it.

You want to talk about respect? Respect is earned in this business, not handed out like participation trophies. And so far, all you've earned is my pity. You strut around with your little catchphrases and your Twitter tantrums, thinking you're making waves, but honey, you're barely making ripples in a puddle.

You finally took a singles title—but it took three years floundering before that chance arrived. The Bombshell Internet Championship should terrify you, Bella, because it’s everything you’ve never been: consistent, proven, undeniable.

You've spent your entire career trying to convince the world you’re the protagonist of this story. But newsflash, mamita: you’re not even the villain. You’re the punchline. The ‘almost’ when people talk about greatness. You’re the one who shows up, makes noise, and then fades into the background when the real work begins. You keep getting ‘robbed’ of your moment because you never earned it.

You’ve got the heart of a champion and the will to fight through anything. But that’s exactly what I’m counting on—because when you give it your all and still lose, that’s when you’ll know I’m on another level.

They say that in order to be great, you have to win twice. I've already beat you twice, Bella. Now imagine me beating you a third time—and picture how little that surprises anyone.

And Lilith? The dark horse. The wildcard. The woman who thinks intensity can substitute for strategy. I've watched you claw your way up, leaving blood and broken bodies in your wake. Impressive—if this were amateur hour. But this is my division, my spotlight, my era. Your darkness might swallow others whole, but against me? It's just another shadow I'll step through. I’ll give you credit: you’ve got presence. You’ve got mystique. But you know what you don’t have? Results. You’ve had your moments since your debut, but can you handle the pressure when the stakes are raised? You already failed once at Into the Void for the Bombshell Roulette Championship.

You can paint yourself in shadows, you can talk about chaos and carnage, but at the end of the day, wrestling isn’t about theatrics—it’s about winning. And when you step into the ring with me, Lilith, the only thing you’ll be haunting is your own shattered dreams.

The truth is, ladies, both of you are just footnotes in the Mercedes Vargas legacy. Years from now, when they talk about this era of SCW, your names will be mentioned only in relation to mine. Years from now, people will talk about this match. Not because of you. Because of what I did in spite of you. That is your place in this division—the ones I beat in full view of the world.

Management thinks they’re backing me into a corner. Giving two challengers a shot. That doesn’t weaken me. That makes what’s coming even more concrete. When I beat two of you at once, there won’t be excuses left. Because here's what scares everyone in SCW, from the locker room to the boardroom: Mercedes Vargas, unleashed. Mercedes Vargas, with nothing to lose. Mercedes Vargas, with a point to prove.

I didn't claw my way to the top by being nice. I didn't become champion by following rules. I became champion because I am, simply put, better than everyone else. And at Summer XXXTreme, I'm going to remind the world why.

Bella, you can hide behind your loopholes. Lilith, you can embrace your darkness. Management, you can stack the deck. None of it matters. Because when that bell rings, when the lights are brightest, when the pressure is at its peak—that's when Mercedes Vargas becomes inevitable.

So to everyone watching, to every fan who's ever doubted, to every competitor who's ever whispered that I got lucky: Summer XXXTreme isn't just another defense. It's a reckoning. It's the night when I silence the doubters, crush the pretenders, and cement my legacy not just as a champion, but as THE champion.

You both want to make a name for yourselves at my expense. You want to use Mercedes Vargas as your stepping stone. But here’s the thing about stepping stones—they’re solid. Unmovable. You can try to climb over me, but you’ll just end up flat on your back, staring at the lights, wondering where it all went wrong.

Everyone talks about making history, but most of you can’t even make a mark. That’s what separates me from the rest. I don’t just survive pressure—I thrive in it. I don’t just accept challenges—I demand them. I don’t need management’s approval, I don’t need the fans’ validation, and I sure as hell don’t need anyone’s permission to be great.

So here’s what’s going to happen at Summer XXXtreme: I’m going to walk into that ring, surrounded by doubters, haters, and wannabes. I’m going to stare down two challengers who think they’re hungry enough to take what’s mine. I’m going to show the world—again—why Mercedes Vargas is inevitable.

And when it’s over, when the dust settles and the bodies are cleared from the ring, I’ll still be standing. I’ll still be champion. And all that will be left for the rest of you is to pick up the pieces and wonder how you let greatness slip through your fingers—again.

To management: Keep stacking the deck. Keep throwing every obstacle you can find in my path. All you’re doing is making my legacy bulletproof. Every time you try to make me stumble, I rise higher. Every time you try to break me, I get stronger. You want to make an example out of me? Congratulations—you just did. But not the way you hoped.

To the locker room: Watch closely. Take notes. Because what you’re about to witness isn’t just another title defense—it’s a masterclass in dominance. It’s a reminder that while you’re all busy fighting for scraps, I’m feasting at the head of the table.

To the fans: Love me, hate me, cheer me, boo me—it doesn’t matter. Because deep down, you know the truth. You know that when Mercedes Vargas is on the card, you’re getting the main event. You’re getting history. You’re getting a champion who doesn’t just talk the talk, but walks the walk—every single night.

And to Bella and Lilith: Bring your best. Bring your worst. Bring every trick, every loophole, every ounce of desperation you’ve got. Because when you step into the ring with me, you’re not just fighting for a title—you’re fighting for relevance. For a place in history. For the right to say you went toe-to-toe with the greatest to ever do it.

But be warned: History doesn’t remember the runners-up. It doesn’t remember the “almosts.” It remembers the winners. The legends. The icons.

It remembers Mercedes Vargas.

So, here’s my final message, loud and clear: You can chase the spotlight, you can beg for opportunities, you can scream for respect—but as long as I’m here, you’ll always be standing in my shadow.

And trust me, that’s a cold place to be.

So, step up. Swing for the fences. Give me everything you’ve got. Because when you fail—and you will fail—don’t say I didn’t warn you.

The era of loopholes, excuses, and empty promises is over. The era of Mercedes Vargas is eternal.

So bring on the Ultimate X. Bring on the pool. Bring on the competition. Because I'm ready to make history one more time.

The question isn't who's going to let me, it's who's going to stop me.

~~~

ABOARD THE SUN PRINCESS
[INT. PRIVATE SUITE – NIGHT]

[The room is dim, sleek—modern cruise opulence muffled by shadow. Mercedes sits alone at a table, elbows resting wide. Her Bombshell Internet Championship lies in front of her, polished to near armor. She stares forward—not at it, through it. Behind her, sea and moonlight filter in through slanted blinds.

Mercedes keeps her voice low, but there’s no mistaking the edge behind it—controlled, unwavering.]

MERCEDES
I’ve already beaten her twice. No one cares.

[She picks up a file folder—Bella’s match history, complete with post-its and glitter stickers—and tosses it aside like it personally offended her.]

MERCEDES
The only thing louder than her hype machine... is the silence after I win. And now they’re giving me two opponents. What is this, a clearance sale?

[Ricardo, dressed sharp—pressed vest, phone in pocket. Always calculating. He’s scrolling through Lilith’s Instagram, which is 93% black-and-white candles and ominous song lyrics.]

RICARDO
You know why.

MERCEDES
Yeah. They want me cracked. They want someone young, marketable. Not the woman who’s already rewritten every record they pretend don’t matter.

[Mercedes stands—crosses slowly to the window as if she’s delivering a monologue in a Netflix special. Her cherry red nails tap the glass rhythmically, like a ticking clock counting down to someone else’s defeat.]

RICARDO
Lilith’s unpredictable. Bella’s durable.

[Mercedes cuts him off.]

MERCEDES
Lilith cosplays as a Suicide Girl reject and Bella couldn’t beat me with cheat codes and divine intervention. Come on.

[Mercedes arches an eyebrow, her gaze fixed ahead, unbothered—she doesn’t even need to look to make her point.]

MERCEDES
You make it sound like experience is enough.

[Door opens. Hugo walks in. Hoodie. Broad shoulders. He doesn’t say hello. Doesn’t need to.]

HUGO
It is. If you still want it.

[Mercedes turns. Holds Hugo’s stare. Doesn’t speak.]

HUGO
You’ve been going through the motions. You show up. You destroy. But you haven’t made anyone feel it lately. This one needs blood.

[He tosses hand wraps on the table. They land beside the belt. A challenge.]

RICARDO
If she gives them blood, she gives them momentum. That’s what they’re waiting for—make her slip so they can say, ‘She’s lost a step.’

[Mercedes shakes her head.]

MERCEDES
No.

[She walks to the table. Picks up the wraps. Tightens them in her fist like she wants them to bleed, too.]

MERCEDES
They’re not expecting me to slip. They’re praying I do. Because if I win again—clean, decisive, unbothered?

[She pauses, adjusts the belt like an accessory, not a trophy.]

MERCEDES
There’s nothing left to question.

RICARDO
They’ll call you boring.

MERCEDES
Good. I excel at boring people with excellence.

[She sits down again, the wraps still in hand.]

MERCEDES
They’re already rewriting history. Like I haven’t held this division together for years. Like I didn’t build a dynasty out of dominance and call it a legacy.

[Door knocks twice, then opens. Irma steps in—older, poised, professional. She closes the door quietly.]

IRMA
Lilith sent another haiku. I still don’t know what it means, but it’s bleeding edge character work.

[She sighs. Tosses a folded note onto Ricardo’s tablet like a blackjack dealer.]

IRMΑ
It’s eerie. But it’s also... good. In that creepy “she-may-murder-us” Etsy witchcore kind of way.

[Everyone chuckles but Mercedes. She brushes a loose strand of hair behind her ear.]

IRMA
You okay?

[Mercedes doesn’t answer. Hugo and Ricardo step aside. Irma approaches. She gently adjusts Mercedes’ hair—one of the few who gets to. Mercedes closes her eyes for a beat.]

IRMA
I know what this match feels like. You don’t want to just beat them. You want to erase them.

[Irma opens a mini fridge, grabs a bottle of water, tosses it underhand to Hugo. Silence builds.]

MERCEDES
They earned this match on technicalities. Bella with fine print. Lilith with presence. Not performance. And yet they pretend I’m the one with something to prove. This isn’t destiny. This is mercy. And it’s running out.

[She sets the wraps back on the title. Everyone’s energy shifts.]

MERCEDES
I don’t want them questioning why I’m champion. I want them questioning why they ever thought they could be.

[Everyone stands still, the tension stewing. Hugo grabs the wraps. Irma collects the files. Ricardo taps the tablet and nods.]

IRMA
You ready?

MERCEDES
Born ready. Raised better. Booked best.

[Lights dim darker as the ship vibrates slightly beneath them—engine turning under the sea. Mercedes runs a hand across the gold plate of her title, fingers resting just beneath her nameplate.

[Mercedes lowers her voice, each word laced with venom.]

MERCEDES
And when the night ends…

[She looks off like she hears dramatic music.]

MERCEDES
They’ll still be drowning. But with a front-row view of my greatness.

[END]

~~~

Present Day ♦ T H E S U N P R I N C E S S

[REC•]

[The Sun Princess cruise ship, Observation Deck. The moonlight glints off the endless ocean. Mercedes Vargas stands at the railing, city lights far behind, the wind tugging at her hair. She faces the camera, posture regal, lips painted a venomous red, a glass of champagne in hand. Her gaze is cool, unblinking, and every word lands with the weight of a gavel.]

"Let’s get down to business, shall we?"

"The threats, the sermons, the declarations of war—they echo through halls like cheap karaoke: all bravado, no melody. But here’s the difference between you and me—I don’t talk to set the world on fire. I walk in... and the room adjusts."

"You want to know what pressure feels like, Bella? That tightness in your chest? The weight in your lungs? That’s not the sea air. That’s me. That’s the feeling of a champion you can’t touch and a legacy you can’t rewrite."

"Since Into the Void, you’ve chased my shadow, convinced you’re owed something. You threw your best at me and still came up empty. And now, here you are again—hoping something’s changed. But let me make it clear, Bella... nothing’s changed. I’m the same woman who beat you before. Only now, I have no hesitation. No patience. Just pain.”

[Mercedes steps forward, the camera following her as she passes a bronzed caricature artist sketching another guest—a face being covered in darker lines. She throws a glance at the portrait and smirks.]

"That’s you, Bella. Covering cracks with fake confidence and new coats of paint. Desperate for someone—anyone—to believe your hype. But hype doesn't last—and you? You’re already fading."

[She rises to the railing again, the vast dark water behind her. Her stare sharpens.]

"And now you’re back again, hoping things are different. They’re not. I’m the same woman who beat you before—only now, there’s no hesitation. No patience. Just pain. I’ll break you faster than last time, and this time, when it ends, no one’s going to call it controversial. They’re going to call it what it is: domination.

[She rises to the railing again, the vast dark water behind her. Her stare sharpens.]

"You’re not stepping into just any match. You’re stepping into my ring, on my division, with my legacy.. I hope you’re ready for the kind of pressure that crushes dreams, because once that bell rings, there’s no turning back. No hashtags, no retweets, no second chances, no crowd to hide behind. Just you, me, and the cold, hard truth: you’re out of your depth."

"And Lilith—let’s not leave the horror out of the story, shall we? You call yourself a nightmare. The consequence. The reckoning. You lurk in shadow, whispering about pain, fear, and madness like they’re weapons. You talk in riddles—I stack results. While you were learning how to lace your boots, I was building the very foundation this division stands on.

Last time you stepped into real pressure, you folded. All the darkness in the world doesn’t help when the lights hit hardest. You want fear? I’m not scared of you. You want pain? I’ve given more than you’ve taken. And when it’s time to climb, when that structure hangs overhead and the screams start? I’ll be the one pulling the title down. You’ll both still be looking up."

[Footsteps drum lightly near a shuffleboard game a few feet away. Mercedes steps over a line painted in gold.]

"You both want this championship? You want to end my reign? Talk won’t get you there. Fire won’t get you there. You’ll have to be better than you’ve ever been. And even then, it still won’t be enough. You better be ready to lose more than just a match, mamita. You better be ready to give everything—mind, body, and soul. Because I won’t just fight to keep this title—I’ll fight to break you, to remind every girl in the back why Mercedes Vargas is the name they whisper when the lights go out. I’ll fight to remind everyone watching why I am the Bombshell Internet Champion. You want to make history? I’ll make you history. You want to be remembered? I’ll make sure you’re remembered—for the beating you couldn’t survive and the lesson you never saw coming."

[She stops near the edge of the upper deck, where a group of guests participate in a fitness bootcamp. One stumbles during a high-knees drill and drops out. Mercedes watches him fall behind before turning back.]

"You talk a big game, but when you step into this ring with me, all those words are going to mean nothing. Because I’m not just defending this title—I’m defending my legacy. And I’m going to make sure that when the dust settles, the only thing left standing is the champion.

[She presses her boot into the netting beside the climbing wall, one of many obstacles lining the course. She leans into the rope.]

"And when it’s all said and done, when the lights fade and the crowd goes silent, you’ll understand what it really means to step to Mercedes Vargas. You’ll know what it’s like to come up short against the very best."

[She glances over the side of the deck where diving practice continues in the pool below, then lowers her voice.]

"This isn’t some story where the hero rises or the monster wins. This is real life. And in real life, I win. I’ve made careers disappear. I’ve turned buzz into silence. And the two of you put together still don’t make a real threat."

[She pulls the title off her shoulder, holds it at her side like a weapon.

"At Summer XXXTreme, nobody’s walking out with this but me. You can bleed. You can scream. You can throw everything you’ve got."

[Her voice drops, now low and final.]

"And it still won’t be enough."

[The hum of the ship continues. Somewhere, music plays faintly from an upper deck.]

"People say this is a new era—fresh faces, fresh energy. But eras don’t change until someone rips the crown from my head and until someone actually steps up and takes the throne. And you? You’re still just knocking at the door, hoping someone lets you in. Meanwhile, I built this house. I set the rules. And I decide who gets to stay."

"You’re hungry? Good. Because I’m starving for another victim. And out here, only the ruthless survive. I’ve made a career out of turning hopefuls into has-beens."

"And let’s be honest, you’ve had your moments—but moments don’t make legends. Consistency does. Resilience does. The kind of resilience that only comes from standing in this ring, night after night, with everything on the line and everyone gunning for you. I’ve done it. I’m still doing it. And you? You’re about to find out how heavy this crown really is."

"So when you walk down that ramp at Summer XXXtreme, soak it in. Feel the energy. Because that’s as close as you’ll ever get to this championship. When the bell rings, all the noise fades, and it’s just you and me—no more hype, no more hashtags, just reality."

"And that reality, is that Mercedes Vargas always finds a way to win. I hope you’re ready to learn that lesson the hard way when I break your spirit, shatter your confidence, and send you back to obscurity where you belong."

[Beat.]

"Bella, at Into the Void, I stripped away your relevance, your pride, and your very identity, piece by piece. At Climax Control 426, I suffocated your dreams of taking the Bombshell Internet Championship. Lilith, I shut down your opportunity for a title opportunity the first time.

This time at Summer XXXTreme, aboard that cruise ship, in front of the entire world, you will look me in the eye, and you will realize that I am going to have to beat you."

"You will have to find something deeper than heart. Something more brutal than fire. Because to truly beat me, ladies, you can't just want it. You can't even just fight for it."

[She leans in, voice sinking.]

"You’d have to kill me."

[She smirks, hoisting the title higher on her shoulder, her eyes never leaving the camera.]

"Good luck surviving that."

"Prepare for the worst, hope for the best. And may the odds be ever in your favor."

[***FADE TO BLACK***]
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