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Climax Control Roleplays / Where To Find The Glass Man
« Last post by Alexander Raven on Today at 07:27:21 AM »
Where Am I?
Scene One | Off-Camera

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

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

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

“Sorry.”

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

Where was he?

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

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

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

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

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

“It can’t be…”

“James?”

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

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

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

“Alex!” Luna screamed.

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

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

Man of Glass
Scene Two | On-Camera

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

“But it’s amusing to me.”

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

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

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

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


“You’re a man made of fucking glass.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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


“That means a world of fucking hurt.”

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

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

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

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


“The Conspiracy is here.”

“Are you listening to me yet?”

Next Time
Scene Three | Off-Camera

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vita Mors now stood there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then…
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Climax Control Roleplays / confrontation
« Last post by Aiden Reynolds on Today at 05:37:56 AM »
Confrontation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Failure

”Well, that sucked”

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”Good!”

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

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

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

”I want kids, but not those kids.”

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

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”Violence?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”Hello, mother.”

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

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

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

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

”Its…Its…Its…”

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

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

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

”Wait, what? How?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”But can you do it on your own?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”Sounds like a plan. Call me then.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”Bet on me, bet on Nakita Niles.”

She walks away as the scene fades to black.
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Climax Control Archives / Revelations and Realizations - Enter LJ Kasey
« Last post by LJKasey on May 03, 2024, 11:53:07 PM »
Revelations and Realizations
Several Weeks Ago
Middleton, UK

So.

How to begin this?

Hi. I’m L.J. Kasey. I’m named after my father, who has been dead since I was barely out of diapers. I was three to be exact. And that man just so happens to be the father of my older half-brother and half-sister, Miles and Brianna Kasey.

Truth be told, until just short weeks ago, they didn’t even know that I existed and I didn’t even realize that they were my own family until an unusual woman paid a visit to my mum about 3 weeks before that.

I don’t have any memories of the man, minus a few pictures that my mum had tried to hide from me.

Since 2005, it was just me and her. Her, by the way, is named Rebecca Collins and she has been the light that has guided me my entire life. She did a damn good job in my humble opinion making sure that I never went without. She is without a doubt one of the strongest women I know.

But she can also be extremely overprotective.

I was through grade school, I had zero interest in going beyond that but to her, she wanted nothing but the best, so I went to uni, at her behest. I used that to scratch an itch that I had long wondered about. You are all going to learn real fast, I’m a curious sod and about a year ago I began my search, finding what I could at home about the man that helped bring me into this world and the shock that not only were you not his only child...but you have other family out there.

The journey itself, to say it was frustrating was a massive understatement. On several occasions I would come close to a breakthrough only to hit a wall.

Who the absolute fuck was this guy that I shared a name with?

I had given up.

Instead I just put myself into my studies and something else, a love of wrestling. It actually had started with just general just wanting to get into amazing shape and then a few mates of mine pulled me to a show and from there, it became an obsession. Come to find out, it apparently runs in the family.

“Mate, you really should look at this guy.”

Infamous last words, I found my brother far before I even knew he was my brother. I think it was an obsession by that point, I found a school, I began to train on top of school and I took to it like no other. I dedicated as much time to that as I did my school.

Then it happened.

I had to visit home on one of the rare weekends off, by that time I had completely given up hope of finding out anything about my da. I was just gonna sneak things back in in a box and then I stepped into the kitchen to greet my mum and there she was...Wendy Barnes.

Hey mum, I’m home!” I could hear her entertaining in the kitchen so I made my way in there, “Hope it’s alright, but I have an astronomical amount of laundry. But that’s the life of a college kid, ey? Boy it’s absolutely pissin’ outside, I was hoping to catch up on the patio with a cuppa but mother nature has other ideas.

She stepped out from the kitchen and gave me a look as my arms were loaded down with the box and the two big bags of clothes and just gave me a look like I did something wrong, “It’s good to see you my dear. Why don’t you put your things down and join us in the kitchen?”

We? You got a mouse in your pocket?” I asked setting the bags down at least, “Let me just put this in my room and then...

“I think it may be better if you bring that with you as well, son.” she said simply and turned on her heels and walked back into the kitchen. I had to follow, as much as I didn’t want to but curiosity go the better of me. When I stepped across that threshold I got an eyefull of her guest. Brown curly hair, overly quaffed clothes for this part of the town and the perfume was so damn fraguant that you could tell it was high-end. “Wendy, I’d like for you to meet my son, Lyle. LJ, dear, this is Wendy Barnes.”

Pleasure. I’d shake your hand but...” motioning to the box in my hand, “Seriously mum, can I just take this to my-”

“Why don’t you join us, LJ?” Wendy said motioning to the chair between the two women, “We were actually just discussing you.”

You were?” Do you ever get the feeling you’re being set up? I did as my mother just looked forward as I sat down between them.

Wendy motions to the box in my hands, “You see, it was brought to my attention and it came to my desk that we had a young man making a request about his father recently. My job can be quite boring at times but when it is sent to me, it’s my job to make the invisible seemingly visible.”

I see.” is all I said.

“LJ, can you show me what is in your box?”

Oh it’s just stupid trinkets that I didn’t want to leave at school.” I was trying everything because my mother didn’t know that I had taken these...or maybe she did.

“Lyle Augustus...don’t be rude.” in such a sharpness that being busted was pretty much a foregone conclusion.

So opening that box and pulling out the album that she had hid from me for so long, I opened it up and the first shot there was me as a baby, being held by the only shot that I had of myself and my father together. Wendy let out a satisfied huff.

“Lyle Kasey. Born in Manchester, dying suddenly on November 19th, 2005 after being struck by a car in front of his home.” Wendy said, “Initial reports say that he was stumbling home drunk when it happened, later to be revealed that he was tossed from a moving vehicle before being struck. There are other things but there was a teenage boy found to be crying by his side.”

Confusion hit hard, how the hell did this woman know ALL of this just by looking at this one picture, “How did you even know all of that?

“Because I know who the boy is...” Wendy says plainly. She reached into this giant bag that I could easily win a bet that it was more than my mother’s house, “LJ, that boy was your half-brother.”

I went to take a sip of my tea when she said that and damn near choked on it, “My what?

“Ms. Barnes, please...let me.”

“Of course, I’m sorry Rebecca, by all means.” Wendy said simply setting the file down on the table and grabbing that damn tea cup.

I turned to my mother and she wouldn’t look at me at first, “Mum?

The breath she took, it sent shivers down my spine, “LJ, a long time ago, I met your father. He was...well then...he came into my life at a time where he was sober and my God, the man was so sweet. I knew who he was, I knew about his wife and his family that he had but he swore that it was over. He spent days upon days trying to... well needless to say he won in the end. I ended up pregnant with you and he was over the moon. When we found out that you were a boy, he immediately said he wanted to name you after him.”

So this whole time, in the last...21 years...you knew that I had a whole other family out there and just never thought to tell me?

“It’s not like that. Mora was my best friend and I didn’t want to- I don’t know. I betrayed her friendship and then when he died, I just wanted to protect you. Your father was not a good man, my light. Your brother almost followed in his footsteps and your sister...well...”

Sister?” my head was damn spun like a damn owl, “You’re telling me I have an older brother AND sister?

Rebecca just began to sob, trying to reach for her son’s hand but he pulled away. Which shocked her but she could understand, “Twins, Miles and Brianna. Wendy here is Brianna’s mother-in-law, she married last year.”

And the names clobbered me. I knew there was a reason I connected with Miles, I thought it was just because he was from my area and was sort of a local hero at this point but this? “WAIT! Miles Kasey?

“You know him?” Wendy asked with such disgust in her tone that it spun my head.

“I know who he is. I have been watching him for over a year now as I’ve been training myself. He’s a hero in that gym not just for what he can do in the ring but his life as well being so open and honest. His relationship with Carter is almost something out of a fairy tale.

Wendy damn near choked on her tea at that point, “You’re kidding me right?”

And then it dawns on me, this is no freak occurrence that this woman is here. Too many connections would even make a blind man doubt her intentions, “Absolutely not. What is the real reason you are here, Ms. Barnes?

My mom knew I could read the hatred in that woman’s tone with being perfectly fine with the love story of Carter and my now revealed brother and neither one of us were going to allow that for more than that reason, “LJ, please.”

No, ma...I think Ms. Barnes has ulterior motives as to why she suddenly is so willing to show up here and actually give the information that I had been desperately searching for. I just wanted to know who my dad was but to know I have a brother and a sister out there that is connected to her and the tone of her voice right now...I don’t know. I think maybe she’s not going to like my feelings about it.

“Well...” Wendy stood up in such a hurry she damn near spilt the tea when she hit the table, “I see this was absolutely pointless. I’ll see myself out.”

She went to grab the folder that she had placed on the table and all I did was place my hand on top of it, “I’ll keep this if you don’t mind, Ms. Barnes. Thank you for your help but you can go.

Not another word was said by her and she left. The air that was left in the kitchen was palpable as I just stared at my mother, “I think I’m going to go back to school. The laundry machines get the stains out better anyways.

As I stood up to leave with the folder my mom grabbed my hand so tight, “I’ll call Joan, ask her if she can stop and get your passport before she comes home in the morning. When you’re ready, I will tell you everything.”

I just take a deep breath, I need to calm down. Leaving to go back to school wouldn’t be it so I just look at her, “Let me go grab us some dinner...and then you and I...we’re going to have a long chat.

And all she could do was nod and let my hand go. And to calm her I gave her a kiss on her head and left the folder behind.

No use in hiding it now.


Resolutions In Who We Are
A Week Ago
Manchester, UK

Miles led LJ through the bustling streets of Manchester, the city's energy pulsating around them. LJ couldn't shake off the nervous excitement that tingled in his veins as he walked beside his newfound brother. They were headed to meet Miles' family, LJ's family too, he reminded himself.

As they approached a cozy-looking café tucked away in a corner, Miles turned to LJ with a reassuring smile. "They're going to love you, LJ. Just be yourself. I sorta wish Carter would have joined us. He’s good in helping break up the tense moments.."

LJ nodded, trying to muster up his courage as they entered the café. Inside, the atmosphere was warm and inviting, filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of lively chatter.

At a table near the window, Miles spotted his sister Bri, her husband Garrett, and their young son Riley. Bri's gaze met Miles', and she rose from her seat, a curious expression on her face as she approached.

"Miles, who's this?" Bri asked, her eyes flickering between Miles and LJ.

Miles stepped forward, a proud smile on his face, he gave his sister a quick hug before turning to Garrett and offering a hand shake. He would step back next to LJ’s side and looked at his sister’s family, "Bri, Garrett, this is LJ. He's... he's our brother."

Bri's eyes widened in surprise, her initial skepticism evident as she studied LJ, she knew of him for a few weeks but to actually bring him by, was a whole other thing but I guess the band-aid had to be yanked at some point. Garrett reached out a hand to shake LJ's, his expression apologetic. "Nice to meet you, LJ. I'm Garrett. Sorry about the circumstances that brought us together."

LJ shook Garrett's hand, offering him a small smile. "It's okay, Garrett. I'm just glad to finally meet you all."

Meanwhile, Riley had been eyeing LJ with curiosity from his spot in Bri's arms. As LJ knelt down to Riley's level, the little boy's face broke into a wide grin.

"Hey there, little guy," LJ said, ruffling Riley's hair gently. "I'm LJ, your uncle."

Riley's eyes lit up with excitement at the word "uncle," and he reached out to grab LJ's hand, his laughter filling the air.

Bri watched the interaction with a softened expression, her initial wariness melting away as she saw the genuine connection between LJ and Riley.

Miles, sensing the tension easing, spoke up. "I know, I know I should have warned you before we came and this is a lot to take in, but LJ's been searching for us for a long time. And I'm really glad he found us."

Bri nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Welcome to the family, LJ."

The atmosphere shifted, the awkwardness dissipating as they settled into easy conversation, sharing stories and laughter over cups of coffee.

Miles glanced around the table, sensing the need to break the tension that still lingered in the air. "So, LJ, I know we’ve talked quite a bit since Flagstaff but maybe you should tell Bri and Garrett a bit about yourself. What have you been up to, you know, before you came all the way over to Vegas to find me?"

LJ took a deep breath, his gaze meeting each of his new family members in turn. "Well, before I left for Vegas I was actually going to uni here in town. Just finished up my senior year actually, graduating and all that. And well, I was apart of an exchange thing with the wrestling school that I was going to and I've been training at Go Gym in Vegas for the past several weeks. Miles, I've been following your career closely. It's been inspiring to see what you've accomplished in the ring."

Miles grinned, a sense of pride swelling in his chest. "Thanks, LJ. It's been a journey, that's for sure."

Bri arched an eyebrow, her skepticism evident. "Oh goody there are two of you now in SCW apparently. So, you're into wrestling too?"

LJ nodded, a hint of excitement in his voice. "Yeah, it's become sort of a passion of mine. I've been training hard, trying to hone my skills. It's taught me discipline, perseverance, all that stuff."

Garrett nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I can see how that would be valuable. So, LJ, what made you want to reach out to us? After all this time?"

LJ hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Honestly, I just wanted to know my family. Our dad, he... he wasn't around when I was growing up, he actually died when I was barely little Riley’s age. And when I found out about you guys, I realized I had a chance to fill in some missing pieces of my life."

Well, one thing can be said by Bri and myself, the old man didn’t get a whole lot right. Da left us all high and dry, even if his death was a blessing.

I had no idea that he was so horrible, my mum did which is why I guess she tried to protect me from knowing anything about him. In fear of maybe falling into his life....

Bri spoke up at this point, because her own twin almost fell into that life years ago, “Trust me, you were probably better off. Lyle Senior was a swindler, a thief and a low class criminal.

Miles sighed, he wasn’t proud of his past but that was it, his past, “I was lucky to get out when I could. Wrestling saved me and then getting out of here was also a huge help. Thankfully I kept our sister as far away from it as I could.

As much as I fought him about it, your big brother here has a good head on his shoulder and we’re lucky. I got Garrett, I got Riley and I have my own salon and a wonderful life. Miles made sure that I was able to have that, taking the proverbial bullet for me.

Look, guys...I just, part of me wanted to know about our father but honestly at this point...I’m just- I know it’s going to be a bit but I’m just looking to be apart of a family. For the longest time it was just me and my mum and now I have answers and it’s all swimming around in my head. I’m sorry, it’s overwhelming but I hope you know, I’m not looking for anything but just this.

There was a moment of silence as LJ's words hung in the air, the weight of his honesty settling over the table.

Bri softened, her skepticism giving way to understanding. "I get that. Family's important."

Miles nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it is. And LJ's part of ours now."

Riley, oblivious to the seriousness of the conversation, reached out for LJ's hand again, his laughter bubbling over. LJ couldn't help but smile, the warmth of his nephew's small hand in his own grounding him in the moment.

As LJ looked around the table at his newfound family, he couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging wash over him. Despite the unconventional circumstances of their meeting, he knew that he had finally found where he belonged.

And as they talked and laughed together, LJ realized that maybe, just maybe, this journey was leading him exactly where he was meant to be.


A Few Days Before LJ's First Televised Match
Normandy, France

LJ paced back and forth in the quaint hotel room in Normandy, his mind swirling with nerves and anticipation. His first televised match in the SCW Blast from the Past tournament was just days away, and the pressure of the upcoming event weighed heavily on him.

Miles had assured him that he was in good hands with his partner, SCW Bombshell Harper Mason. But despite his brother's words of encouragement, LJ couldn't shake off the apprehension gnawing at him.

Just then, his phone buzzed with a notification. It was a message from Miles.

‘Hey LJ, just wanted to check in. How are you holding up?’

LJ sighed, his fingers tapping anxiously on the screen as he typed out a response.

‘Hey Miles, I'm... I'm okay, I guess. Just feeling the nerves, you know?’

Almost instantly, Miles replied.

‘Understandable, mate. But listen, Harper's a pro. She knows her way around the ring better than most. You're in good hands with her. You gotta be faster than Jayden and be ready for anything because that kid is the hell spawn of the most evil asshole I have ever come across. I wouldn’t put it past the demon spawn of Michael Harris to pull a fast one on the devil himself.’

LJ chewed on his lip, uncertainty still lingering in his mind. ‘Oh I get it, and we’ve had this conversation. Eyes in the back of my head and don’t hesitate to throw a whole lot of whatever to knock him down several pegs. And I know you said that, but... what if I mess up? What if I let her down?’

There was a pause before Miles' response came through.

‘Mate, trust me on this. I spoke with Harper and she feels the exact same way I do, she’s agreed to be your partner if she didn't think you had what it takes and make it through this tournament together, despite the random draw, I think you are in great hands. All you need to do is focus on the Harris brat, take him out of the equation and get the win. BUT, I need you to understand something, no matter what, you taking this step from school to real life application is even bigger. And besides, everyone messes up sometimes. It's part of the game, and fuck knows I have several chapters on that. What matters is how you bounce back from it.’

LJ nodded, Miles' words resonating with him. ‘Yeah, you're right. Thanks, Miles. I needed to hear that.’

‘Anytime, little bro. Just remember, I'll be cheering you on from here. You got this. Tell you what, how about you meet me at the cafe down the street in 20 minutes, I gotta meet up with someone that I think you’d like to meet anyways.’

‘A cuppa sounds good. And sure, I'll meet you there. Who's this someone you want me to meet?’

As he awaited Miles' reply, LJ couldn't help but feel a spark of curiosity mingling with his nerves. Who could Miles be arranging for him to meet, especially at a time like this?

Miles' response came through almost immediately.

‘You'll see when you get here. Trust me, LJ, it'll be worth it.’


Dude, You Are the Reason for the Bear
Normandy, France

The picturesque landscape of Normandy stretched out before LJ as he stood on the balcony of his hotel room, gazing out at the rolling hills bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. It was a serene scene, but inside, his mind was anything but calm.

Sunday was looming, the day of his first televised match in the SCW Blast from the Past tournament. LJ knew the stakes were high, especially with the added pressure of teaming up with Harper Mason against the formidable duo of Diamond Steele and Jayden Harris.

As LJ leaned against the balcony railing, his thoughts drifted to Jayden, the cocky newcomer with a famous lineage. LJ couldn't help but feel a surge of anger bubbling beneath the surface every time he thought about him. The way Jayden had been trash-talking on Twitter, trying to play mind games with him, it was infuriating.

With a frustrated sigh, LJ clenched his fists, his jaw tight with determination. He refused to let Jayden get under his skin. Not now, not ever.

So let me get something out of the way right now. I’m going to let Harper focus on Diamond. I’ve been well informed of the rules of this place and well, I’m not about to step on toes that way....HOWEVER...

"Jayden Harris," LJ muttered, the name dripping with contempt. "The Brat."

He clenched his fists, his jaw set in a hard line as he replayed Jayden's taunts in his mind. The audacity of the guy, thinking he could waltz into SCW and act like he owned the place, made LJ's blood boil.

"He thinks he's so damn special, just because of who his daddy is," LJ growled, his voice thick with disdain. "Well, newsflash, Jayden: Daddy's reputation means fuck-all in that ring when it comes to what we’re about to do. The Blast from the Past tournament has been known to kick off some terrific careers and drag some old-schoolers back. Seeing as we are in the same boat, new blood, you've gotta earn your stripes like the rest of us. It means even less when your daddy got his ass shitcanned and got booted when he was sitting on top of the mountain like the bitch he is."

He paused, his eyes flashing with a fiery intensity. "And let me tell you something, Jayden Harris. I've earned every damn thing I've got. I've fought tooth and nail for every opportunity, every victory. I didn't have Daddy's name to open doors for me. I had to bust my ass to get where I am."

A bitter smirk twisted LJ's lips as he continued, his tone laced with venom. "But you wouldn't know anything about hard work, would you? That silver spoon is shoved so firmly up your ass to the point where it is tickling your tonsils. You've had everything handed to you on a silver platter, while the rest of us had to claw our way to the top. You're just a spoiled little rich boy playing at being a wrestler."

LJ's pace quickened, his anger fueling his movements as he ranted against his unseen adversary. "Also, make no mistake, I know exactly what is on the line when it comes to the Blast from the Past tournament. I know it’s history, I know it’s grandeur and I know what it could mean to win the whole damn thing. Mark my words, Jayden Harris. Come Sunday, I'm going to wipe that smug grin off your face. I'm going to show you what it means to face a real competitor, a real fighter. And when I'm done with you, you'll wish you'd never set foot in that ring to follow in your dear OLD dad’s footsteps. And then you can fuck off to whatever rock you crawled out from under and leave the rest of us in peace. And who knows, maybe your daddy can finally get you that proctologist to remove that silver spoon."

His words hung in the air, charged with the intensity of his conviction. LJ's eyes burned with a fierce determination as he stared into the distance, visualizing the showdown that awaited him.

"Get ready, Jayden," LJ muttered, his voice a low growl. "Because LJ Kasey is coming for you. And I'm not holding back."

A smirk tugged at the corners of LJ's lips, his confidence unwavering. "Come Sunday, Jayden Harris is going to regret ever crossing paths with LJ Kasey. Because I'm going to make damn sure he remembers my name long after the match is over. And then Harper and I are going to move on to bigger and better people than the likes of you."

With a final nod of determination, LJ turned away from the balcony, his focus razor-sharp as he prepared to face his biggest challenge yet. And as he headed back into the hotel room, the anticipation of battle coursed through his veins, fueling his determination to come out on top.

Sunday couldn't come soon enough.
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What do you mean you can’t watch him?

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

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

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

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

Right…

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

Why can’t you take him with you?

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

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

…out a lot lately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’s a fuckin’ dipshit!” Zach yelled.

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

He also hated Aiden.

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

My life, my choice.

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

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

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

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

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

I know…

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

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

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

Mhm…

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Um.

Hold on.

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

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

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

...um, Artie…

She looks up at the screen.

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

She swallows slightly, and then lowers the papers.

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

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

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

Silence, and then she looks at the paper again.

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

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

She pauses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



🎔🎔🎔🎔🎔🎔



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

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

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

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

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

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

I know.

He’s just…a fucking idio

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

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

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

‘Course,” he scoffed.

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

Another scoff, but I saw a smile too.

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

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

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

Aiden is here too.

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

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

Kallie,” he sighed. “You really are just as much of a dipshit as he is.
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Climax Control Archives / Dead woman walking
« Last post by Tempest on May 03, 2024, 11:41:47 PM »

04/14/2024 - Flagstaff, Arizona - Walkup Skydome
Blaze of Glory XII


One of the more unique aspects of any SuperCard event hosted by Sin City Wrestling can be summed up by a single word: unpredictability. Literally anything is a possibility which continues after twelve years keeping fans on the edge of their collective seats. But nobody - literally NOBODY - was expecting anyone to step forward and attack the reigning Bombshell Internet Champion Tempest following her harrowing defense against Crystal Zdunich only moments earlier.

Yet that was exactly what had occurred only moments ago when Tempest had stepped foot through the gorilla position curtains and received a steel chair thrown at her skull like a missile, courtesy of Mercedes Vargas. And while Tempest had been known through previous years at shrugging off such attacks, she had always been prepared for them. This attack came from out of nowhere.

Mercedes had planned well.

And now a fuming amazonian Bombshell was currently undergoing a much needed (at least in the opinions of the bosses) medical evaluation backstage. And there was one thing you might come to learn about Tempest was the fact that she was a terrible patient.

Tempest: I told you I am FINE!

Her voice could be heard from clear down the hall, and from behind closed doors, which was had prompted the boss man Christian Underwood to roll his eyes as he took the initiative to open the door himself and set foot inside to get some medical feedback from the poor man who had drawn the short straw in regards to her brief medical examination.

Christian: You’re not fine.

Tempest lowered the ice pack from her head albeit temporarily because admittedly, her bells had been rung and the chimes continued like Church services on Christmas morning. She glared at the more … saucier of the two bosses before putting the ice pack back to her scalp.

Tempest: I think after everything that I’ve been through, I’m a better judge on whether or not I’m fine.

But Christian wasn’t the easiest of officials to intimidate, just ask Michael Harris who tried a minimum of two occasions to push his authority around on Christian without much success.

Christian: Grandstanding aside from your illustrious bounty hunting career, you’re still not as fine as you think?

Tempest: Oh really? Perhaps you’d care to explain to me why?

Christian just stared at her but said nothing to answer. At least, not verbally.  He just tilted his head and gave it a nod, directing her attention to the ice pack in hand.

Tempest: What, this?

She pulled it away from her head to look at it.

Tempest: What about…?

But whatever else she might have had a mind to say was lost to her temporarily as her eyes were fixated on the crimson stains on the ice pack, a testament that her scalp had been busted open from beneath the hairline. She reached up by instinct before either Christian or the paramedics could stop her, and touched her hair and thus her scalp and her fingers came back stained with her own blood. She glanced upward but was looking at nobody in particular although her words would have been directed toward Vargas herself.

Tempest: I’m going to kill that bitch….

She started to stand up but the medic placed a hand on her arm to keep her where she was, but Tempest grabbed him by the wrist and effectively removed his grip from her person.

Medic: You need to…

Tempest stood up and threw the ice pack clear across the first aid station, the wet slap of the fabric striking the wall and it fell to the tile floor with a pathetic thump.

Tempest: What I need to do is go find that bitch and twist her neck until her goddamn head pops off!

This was where Christian had to temporarily forgo the admitted unease he felt when in her presence and instead play the role of concerned boss. He stepped forward and held up a hand.

Christian: Despite your propensity for saying such glowing poetry, I’m going to have to insist on waiting until the end of your exam. You might need to go to the hospital for a more thorough…

Tempest: Hospital???

She brazenly scoffed and shook her head.

Tempest: I don’t think so!

Christian stared at her with a hand on his chest and as much sarcasm as he could muster, which for him would be an endless supply.

Christian: Ohhh, I see! You think this is a democracy? No, no. I wasn’t asking. I am telling you to wait until the nice medical examiner is finished…

Medic: Christ you make me sound like a forensic pathologist!

Christian just exchanged a glance with the man before finishing his thoughts directed at the gargantuan woman before him.

Christian: … And we are going to let him decide whether or not you’re fine enough to not make a trip to the hospital.

Tempest: Or what?

Christian: Orrr… I just suspend you right here, right now, until such time as you’re willing to make the decision like the calm, rational human being that we like to imagine you capable of being.

Tempest just stared at the boss man who tried his damndest to hide the hard swallow as they engaged in their battle of wills before slowly, reluctantly, Tempest had a seat and allowed the paramedic to continue.




“Dead. Woman. Walking.”

“Name three words best used to describe the soon to be deceased Mercedes Vargas!”

“I have been an active woman on this roster for a fair few years and during that time, one or two women have had the guts to literally get right up into my face. Bobbie Dahl and Zoey Lukas, chief amongst them. But those women had every reason and edge to try and get in my face because both were about as close to my size as anyone on the Bombshell roster was capable of being! Two bad ass chicks who had the stones to get in my face for one reason or another. For Zoey, it was just purely competitive. For Bobbie? She was looking to right a few wrongs and defend someone else. But Mercedes Vargas…the great historian of Sin City Wrestling…”

“A woman of your intellect I had expected better from, Vargas. I have to admit. I also have to admit that your great memory and intellect seems to have failed you in this case because you got so butt hurt over what I said about you - which was the stone cold truth, by the way! That you were so blinded by humiliation and denial that you thought you would rather take a cheap shot when I wasn’t looking! I expected you to fight with your words and head games rather than weapons and whatever cheap tricks you could conjure up from out of that cauldron of yours.”

“That was my mistake, I admit, and it isn’t one that I am going to allow myself to repeat. You see, this match that we’re having here tonight? You don’t have Mark Ward or Christian Underwood to thank. You have me. Just me, Mercedes. You see I didn’t go looking for you that night so I could put your head through a wall and straight into the parking garage for one reason; that I got my hands on you at the earliest possible convenience! And Normandy, France, is just that right time.”

“Sad to say though that the championship isn’t at stake because, well, to say that you don’t deserve it would be the understatement of the century! Beat me though, girlfriend, and you get a chance at the title when we hit the conclusion of this Battlegrounds tour Mark Ward has us taking part in. I mean, it won’t happen but it’s always nice to think positive, am I right?”

“So that being said, and speaking of Battlegrounds … Normandy, France. Normandy Beach. Known best for the Normandy Landings in 1944 during the Allied Invasion. And in just a matter of days, will be known for when and where we bid a sad farewell to the so-called Best of the Best. Mercedes Vargas.”

“The Argentinean Assassin is about to get assassinated!”
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Climax Control Archives / ENDEAVOR LIII
« Last post by Mercedes Vargas on May 03, 2024, 11:29:29 PM »
[The sun glistens off the shimmering waves as the sound of seagulls filled the air at the Santa Monica Pier. The smell of saltwater and sunscreen permeated the air, blending with laughter and music, creating a lively scene against the backdrop of the iconic Ferris wheel towering above.

Mercedes and Irma shuffle amongst the throngs of tourists enjoyying carnival games, street performers, and cotton candy vendors. Ricardo catches up to them.]

IRMA: Hey! How'd it go with the afterparty last night?

RICARDO: Great! Drinks were flowing, the music was nonstop and the crowd was hot all night long. Had to call in sick today.

MERCEDES: Didn't you call in sick yesterday?

RICARDO: I'm a bartender. I can take a day off if I want to. What can I say, I'm an honest guy.

MERCEDES: More honest than when you said you were vegetarian?

RICARDO: Okay, most of the time.

MERCEDES: What about when you said you could play Chopin?

RICARDO: Some of the time.

IRMA: Or when you said you're a great-great grandnephew of Abraham Lincoln?

RICARDO: I'm feeling judged right about now. Did you guys hear about the kidnapping at the park?

IRMA: No, what happened?

RICARDO: Oh, don't worry, he woke up.

MERCEDES: (rolling her eyes) That joke is so old.

RICARDO: Yeah, just like you, Merce.

IRMA: (laughing) Ouch, burn.

RICARDO: Hey guys, there's a new coffee place on the boardwalk. Let's try the new latte on the menu today.

MERCEDES: Sounds good, I could use a caffeine boost.

IRMA: I heard they also have delicious pastries.

~~~

Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 28 de abril al 4 de mayo de 2024

Another weekend, another match, another loss on pay-per-view.

What else is new at this point? I'm angry. I'm fed up. I'll go as far to say that I'm mad as hell and I'm not gonna take it anymore. To be known as someone who can talk the talk, who always come up short, who is always so close and yet so far gets irritating after awhile and people start to lose faith in you that you'll never anount to anything. I'm starting to even question that myself though my foolish pride or ego refuses to let me dwell in on those fears. Maybe I came in a little overconfident at Blaze of Glory, maybe I entered a little overprepared, maybe I took my match with Alexandra Calaway not serious enough. Really didn't matter...

Since the day I walked into Sin City Wrestling, I sacrificed everything to be one of the best Bombshells this company ever had. I didn't have a legacy like Roxi Johnson. Destiny didn't guide me to the top of the totem pole. That same heart and desire that some other girls who have came and gone through that door lacked, I had. Where are they now? That's right, the unemployment line, irrelevant or retired. Day after day, weekend after weekend, for over a decade in this company, I have proven to be more than just another name on the roster, I have proven to be more than just a pretty face, what sets me apart from some of the girls is that while I can show my ass, I can also KICK ass. I have proven to be a dangerous opponent on any given night in that ring. Nobody in this company - past, present or future - can say the same. Nobody. If that isn't sacrifice, then I don't know what else will convince you.

If all I needed to get by in this world was positivity and a “can do” attitude, I would be wearing a lot more championships.

Gone are the days where I used to be made fun of at your expense, Tempest. Sunday at Climax Control, I think our little story is going to have an alternate ending.

There will be flowers and music, but not from a lullaby...

it will be a funeral march.

Not mine, though.

Yours.

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


~~~

Present Day • S A C R E C O E U R - P A R I S, F R A N C E

[REC•]

[Keeping Sacre Coeur at her back while standing in front of it is an incredible view of Paris from the steps of Sacre Coeur at sunset. Mercedes admires the iconic landmark before she begins walking along the passage. Now and again, people riding bicycles pass by on the left of her, looking back before going about their daily business.]

"Hi, I'm Mercedes Vargas! You might have seen me on the runway, on television hosting various award shows and specials or as an actress in various telenovas, or even mixing it up in the wrestling ring as a Bombshell for Sin City Wrestling and other notable promotions.

"Oh, and I'm also a licensed lifeguard. OK, not really. But I did sleep at a Holiday Inn Express last night."

[Mercedes winks at the camera.]

"Ever had one of those days where you just feel out of place?You know, kind of like that last piece of a jigsaw puzzle that doesn't quite fit. But somehow, you try to force it to. That's how I feel about my match this weekend with Tempest. As you may have seen at Blaze of Glory, Crystal Zdunich most recently was turned inside out by Tempest's Amazon Prime finisher, which, according to four out of five doctors, has several side effects including nausea, head induced trauma and speaking in tongues. I hear Crystal is listed as day-to-day, but, then, aren't we all?

"Pause. Let that sink in."

[A strong wind picks up and tousles her hair, with strands of it ending up in her mouth. Mercedes brushes them aside as she continues down the path.]

"When I read the blurb leading up into this my match with Tempest this weekend, I was a little surprised to say the least. You can call me a catalyst… You can call me a victim… You can even call me a martyr. Do I have a death wish? You're damm right I do! So because Tempest was speaking of my name like she knows me, I'm supposed to be running scared, right? Uh-huh! I took the fight right to Tempest's door step and laid that bitch out with a steel chair in front of everybody. It felt almost liberating, especially seeing the dent that was left behind.

*I certainly wouldn’t want this to be all about me, but let’s face it, that’s what you’re going to get. Since we both know the results of who’s going to win, I guess we really don’t have much to talk about.

"Or do we?

*Fortunately for you, Tempest, I’m actually in a very good mood this weekend, and having you as my opponent, even better. Don’t get the wrong idea, I‘m not out to hurt you. The least that could happen is I'll probably break a nail...

Probably.

"The question I pose to you, Tempest, is what is it that you're going to do to me to stop me from beating you this weekend, hmm? What, are you going to powerbomb me through a flaming table? Are you going to suplex me off the top rope? Do your worst.

"I'm starting to see that fire in your eyes and I hope you bring that same attitude in our match. You had better, or you're going to find yourself already fighting a losing battle.

"Long before you knew and long after you remember."

***Fade***
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Climax Control Archives / Konrad's forced entry in the BFTP tournament.
« Last post by Konrad Raab on May 03, 2024, 10:53:03 PM »
Atlanta, Georgia. Wednesday 21st February. (Offline)

It was my therapy session day as the other days I was busy either racing at Daytona or wrestling in other companies. Saying that, it had been an eventful week, especially debuting in NFW yesterday and was a success. I already made the decision to temporary leave UGWC because I just had enough of wrestlers shitting on my activities that had nothing to do with wrestling or racing. Granted if it had been wrestling, I would stay, but it wasn't. That was to be said more during the week though as my therapist Cameron, despite him telling me earlier today that I have a female sports therapist Josephine Perry I will meet next week.

We were back in my home where I soak in the glory of winning all the Atlanta Motor Speedway races as I'm undefeated on that track, but Cameron saw something online for me that he wanted to discuss with me as we already shared sugar-free Celsius drinks. Granted, Rockstar Energy were still going to be my sponsors, but because my team had Celsius sponsors, I also had them as well and got some German sponsors along with it too. Anyway, he gets into detail of what he wanted to talk about.

Cameron: “I saw something online that is pretty interesting to the situations you've told me about you were struggling.”

Konrad Raab: “Oh yeah, what's that?”

Cameron: “I came across Sin City Wrestling, doing this Blast From The Past Tournament.”

Konrad Raab: “Oh come on Cameron, that company doesn't allow us guys wrestle against women, how is that going to make me the top wrestler if I just beat male wrestlers consistently?”

Cameron: “Wake up Konrad, this is not about you being the top wrestler, well part of it is when it comes to one of the goals I want you to think about, but I feel this would be good for you.”

I shook my head as I wanted nothing to do with the company, especially after how Jake was treated with some of the wrestlers that were still there. Granted glad Griffin Hawkins was gone, I hated that guy with a passion and he was overall a hypocrite and talks crap behind people's backs like a coward he is.

Konrad Raab: “I still haven't forgotten how they treated my cousin last time he wrestled there. He got treated horribly by his colleagues because Jake told the truth about twitter being for cowards. He hasn't really found the motivation to want to wrestle in the business since.”

Cameron: “Konrad, that's in the past with your cousin. You're ignoring what we've spoken about earlier. You need to be in this tournament quite frankly because you have social anxiety, this would help you have a friend in wrestling, especially female. I don't recall you having a female wrestling friend actually.”

Konrad Raab: “That's where your wrong. I have a female wrestling friend called Kimberly Williams. I like her because we pushed our limits towards each other and we respect each other. It was my fault admittedly I didn't recognise Kim respecting me earlier. That's all on me.”

Cameron widened his eyes, I haven't told him about friends I had in the other company as it was unrelated to the situation I wanted to tackle and none of the problems I had were happening in Supreme Championship Wrestling, despite Cameron knows I wrestle there too. I drank more of the energy drink.

Cameron: “Despite that, you still need to overcome your social anxiety. As far as I recall, I've never once heard or seen you interact with anyone in the wrestling business apart from your family and the team we won't discuss.”

Konrad Raab: “Made my life a living hell last time I tried. People just don't give a damn about me.”

Cameron: “It's a good thing I suggest for you to sign up to encourage you to talk to someone you don't work with and they'll listen to you because they don't know you very well. I see friends don't work well for you when your in the same company. Get yourself out there and start talking to people in wrestling.”

Konrad Raab: “There's more to it, isn't there why you want me to sign up?”

I knew it in Cameron's body language that he had more to offer to me than anything he was saying and knew there was more to it than being randomised with a female partner to have a friend to talk to on confronting my social anxiety and stop the social anxiety attacks from happening when talking to wrestlers.

Cameron: “Yes. The other thing you've spoken to me about is the pressure of you being scared of doing World Title matches. That's where this tournament comes to play to overcome that too. When you and your female partner win, you literally have no choice, but to challenge the World Champion of Sin City Wrestling.”

Konrad Raab: “You know I feel psychically sick each time I think about being World Champion because it's always the feeling I had since I got into this business. I never feel I'm good enough to be a world champion.”

Cameron: “Because mentality when it comes to that as you'll discover next week, your quite weak for not believing in yourself. I understand the pressure Konrad, but you can't run away from situations like that the rest of your life. I suggest for you to sign up and enter, otherwise, our therapy sessions are permanently terminated as I can't help someone who doesn't want to overcome his insecurities.”

Konrad Raab: “Alright, fine for fuck sake. I sign up for this bullshit tournament.”

Cameron: “Good, I expect to see you do it first thing tomorrow morning and I won't leave the house until I've seen you do so.”

It was pretty serious because I did need Cameron by my side to help me overcome my anger issues as truthfully, I didn't want to be angry to the world anymore, but I don't know how to combat my anger. Although I realised I felt I was angry so much that it became a hobby for me to be angry and piss people off since my life in the wrestling business was non existent.

I use racing to keep my mind off from wrestling and do something other than doing combat sports that many wrestlers resort to. Plus racing relaxes me over doing boxing or MMA. Cameron went and left me alone after that small discussion we had and I just went into my sim machine to get more practice done for Atlanta Motor Speedway, although I know the track from the back of my hand since I was the king of Atlanta.

----------------------------------------------------


Dover, Delaware. Friday 26th April. (Offline)

Things have changed dramatically over the last few years. I have gone from being just a professional wrestler to being both a professional wrestler and a professional racing car driver. I was even known more than just being a NASCAR Xfinity Series driver. I was a dirt car driver. I also do the tarmac oval series with the Cars Tour, ASA Stars Tour, and Snowball Derby, which I won last year and was automatically entered this year.

I also did the IMSA Rolex twenty-four-hour race for the first time this year, and I'm already in talks with the manager of the team I drove within IMSA about doing it again next year because I loved driving the HyperCars. To date, they were the fastest cars I've ever driven. The good thing is I rarely ever race on the same days as I wrestle, making the schedule more manageable. However, I must retire from wrestling at one of the companies to chase for the Cup Series Championship.

So I did practice and qualifying for the Xfinity Series race tomorrow at Dover Motor Speedway and did solid with the car. Being on a new team, I already felt like I was part of the family more than I had ever been in the last three years on a previous team, despite being the Xfinity Series champion last year. It was hectic at the race track, and I was there for my job, but at the same time, I was walking around the paddock for another reason: to meet with a professional wrestler that wasn't in my family or my team for the first time in a long time. Known as my partner for the Blast From The Past Tournament, Bea Barnhart.

It took me a while to find her, as I didn't know what she looked like other than seeing her bio picture on the SinCW profiles. I knew I had to be careful not to get both SCW wrestling companies mixed up, sharing the same name, so I called Blast From The Past SCW SinCW. Ten minutes later, I saw Bea talking to a wrestling fan, which is common in these parts of NASCAR. After the fans went away, I walked up to Bea.

Konrad Raab: “You must be Bea Barnhart, right?”

Bea Barnhart: “Indeed I am.”

Konrad Raab: “Good to hear. Now, away from the busy paddock, as you can tell, we need to talk in private. I don't discuss the wrestling business with NASCAR staff or people themselves. I know where to go."

Bea nodded as I was very strict about talking about the wrestling business in front of NASCAR staff and even my team, although they knew I was a wrestler, and the only time I talked about wrestling was when fans discussed it. But Bea was a wrestler, not a wrestling fan. So I took her to my changing room and talked about the racing business area, but mechanics and pit crew were understandably there.

Konrad Raab: "Guys, I need to talk with Bea alone. I’ll catch up with the car stuff and how it felt tomorrow."

They left without asking questions, as they knew I needed some space at times, and this was one of the times I did. Bea walked in and widened her eyes on the changing room and race discussion meetings alone.

Bea Barnhart: "It's amazing."

Konrad Raab: "That's nothing compared to my motorhome here. But we're not here to talk about that."

Bea Barnhart: "Oh yes, the Blast From The Past Tournament. I thought you were Lord Raab because you both look alike."

Konrad Raab: "No, he's my twin brother, though; that's likely the mix-up."

Bea Barnhart: "I've meant to ask why you've entered the tournament?"

That was the topic I did want to bring up, and I don't blame her. She had every right to ask me that question, considering it was under very odd circumstances for me to be in the tournament when I could've easily focused solely on SupremeCW and NFW efforts. But there's a significant reason for it, as I cleared my throat, relaxing the anxiety of meeting anyone new like Bea.

Konrad Raab: "I intended to make a new wrestling friend, not in my family or a team I got in SupremeCW. I have nobody to talk to about things in wrestling. I've lost all of my friends because of either my extreme anger issues that are getting worse or have betrayed me. I've never been successful in tag wrestling because of my trust insecurities."

Bea Barnhart: "I can relate; my husband has some anger issues too, although he hides it with the comedy stuff he does at times."

Konrad Raab: "Also, my therapists say I need to overcome my social anxiety. They put me in the tournament to help that."

Bea Barnhart: "I understand, and I can tell your body language is anxious. You are afraid of social interactions. I won't tell anyone about anything you say."

That was the friend I needed, one who would not go and spread shit about me, unlike wrestlers in UGWC who shamelessly still required to bring my name up every five minutes and still talked shit about me behind my back on Twitter like a bunch of pussies. It always grinded my gears on people doing that. I stood up and got two cans of Celsius sugar-free energy drinks from the fridge. I gave one to Bea.

Bea Barnhart: "Thanks, I needed that."

Konrad Raab: "You're welcome. The thing is, I need you to understand that we are going to work as a team. Of course, I hate the ruling that women are unable to fight men, but at the same time, you do whatever you have against the female wrestler you face, and I tackle whoever the guy is we'll face."

Bea Barnhart: “With anger, right?”

Konrad Raab: "Yes, and with violence unleashed in me. I need to beat the shit out of people because, mentally, everyone has fucking wronged me in the past. Everyone has made my life a living hell, my dad who used to beat me psychically and mentally and people within the wrestling business and you better not become the next person to stab me in the back."

I always make people scared when I use my anger towards them, and I always feel bad about it, but Bea, because she was a wrestler, and wasn't at all phased by my anger. It was clear she was used to it with Bill. I opened the can and drank my Celsius drink with a few sips, as did Bea.

Bea Barnhart: "I won't, I promise. I'm in the tournament to be paired with Bill, but it wasn't to be with how random the names are drawn. Besides having a dog, Bill isn't named as Bulldog for no reason. He’s an angry man at times."

Konrad Raab: "Really? I have two dogs, Frankie and Justin, although they are English Mastiff breeds. I have them to tackle my social anxiety and my mental health, but it hasn't had an effect yet so far. They are father and son. Frankie got a dog knocked up because I didn't have the time to get him sprayed, but he is now."

Bea Barnhart: "Wow, that's one hell of a story. We only have one dog, Iris, the English Bulldog, around us. We're from Lawrenceville, Georgia."

This was interesting as we lived in the same state, well, with it being my holiday home. I live there as well, but not as much as Chicago. I scratched my head and saw so many similarities.

Konrad Raab: "We're from the same state. I also have a home in Georgia, too, but in Atlanta. Honestly, I'm a huge name there, and I go there when I'm down in the dumps to remind myself of my successes there. I'm undefeated at Atlanta Motor Speedway. Everyone talks about other winners, but I'm the most famous one. I recently got my VIP spot named after me because of my successes."

Bea Barnhart: "But I heard you live mainly in Chicago."

Konrad Raab: "I do, but it's only because a wrestling company always wrestles there. Truthfully, if I wanted to live in a permanent home, it would be in Atlanta, Georgia. I recently got two more holiday homes in Daytona Beach, Florida, despite how much I hate the place, but because I do a lot of dirt and NASCAR racing there and Charlotte, North Carolina, for my team's shop."

Bea Barnhart: "I'm guessing you don't like Florida because of hurricanes."

She got me, she obviously knew about my protests for climate change which I have been heavily promoting, which nobody gives a damn about, and that pisses me off royalty. It was why I was on a vegan diet to protect animals and living things around us. I snapped my fingers at her.

Konrad Raab: "Exactly. Climate change is something I've been so heavily into ever since the flooding happened in Germany a couple of years ago, and it hit me so hard that I decided to do something about it. That's why I'm also with this team; they are all about running charities and doing things to promote different things, so they are helping me hugely with that because it pisses me off people are ignoring it. There's a twenty-year-old guy who runs a stop suicide charity."

Bea Barnhart: "That's amazing."

Konrad Raab: “It sure is. We all do something to give back to the community."

Bea Barnhart: "We kind of want to run a charity to prevent dogs being homeless, killed and beaten, but don't know how we can do that."

I nodded. I had tried animal charities in the past, and when I did, I was banished from doing animal charities for the rest of my life. However, I was also against animal cruelty. It made me sick. I was banished because of something that wasn't my fault.

Konrad Raab: "I'll talk to Matt Kaulig tomorrow, who runs a lot of charities, and see what we can do about that. I'm against it as much as you are, but sadly, I can't do anything because of stupid fucking ass World Wrestling Headquarters booking me against a real-life wrestling bear, and because I harmed it due to no fault of my own, I was banished from doing so."

Bea Barnhart: "I'm so sorry that they resorted to that. But it would be great. You help me with that, and I help you be the great friend you need in the wrestling business. That's what makes us a team already, and we all do our part to win the tournament and get a title shot."

Konrad Raab: "Well, that's another reason, too. I've never had the confidence to challenge for the Heavyweight title, and that's why my therapists put me in the tournament. Also, if I win it, I'd have no choice but to confront my fears and challenge the Heavyweight champion for the title."

Bea Barnhart: "We'll be the assholes to go and beat every male and female wrestler and get ourselves a title shot. I've never held a solo’s title in SCW, but my husband has."

Konrad Raab: "Well, you got a tag partner that can easily help you. I'm a piece of shit to other people, but you, you're quite entertaining, but at the same time, you need to step up where it matters most. We will succeed because we're helping each other to be the top wrestlers, and all these idiots are too selfish to help their partners get there, being all about themselves."

Bea agreed with me as we shook hands and exchanged each other's numbers as we finished drinking our Celsius drinks. Then, she left the changing room and meeting area every driver had in the paddock. Some, like my friend AJ, had two. Anyway, she left to go and watch ARCA Menards Series racing in the grandstands.

I need to see the ARCA Menards Racing Series myself, considering I'm participating in their series this year. Portland and Sonoma road course races are in the West Series, and Watkins Glen road course races are in the main ARCA series. The one thing about my Xfinity Series championship run I hated last year was not getting a road course win.

I watched the ARCA Menards Series race with the spotters and team owners standing with a team my teammate was with when he had to be in the ARCA Menards Series to race the Daytona race. I also had the same car and number as him before I headed off to bed in my motorhome.

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Never thought I had any reason to do tag matches with a random partner, but I needed to blog (Online)

“You know, I love how pathetic some of you are, using this tournament to debut yourselves as under your father and brother names just because you couldn't be arsed to actually put in the work to deliver. Makes me sick so many wrestlers these days leech from their family members instead of thinking outside the box for other goals. I had to fly to America to make a debut in wrestling because there was no wrestling promotions in Germany back in those days to start anywhere but America. Why do family leechers need to debut in the tournament instead of debuting on a regular Climax Control show, because you won't win a title or something? It's stupid.

I'm not a debuting wrestler leeching off my twin brother, I'm already a name in the wrestling business and I became a wrestler before my twin brother did, although he did use my name to get into the business, but he could because we looked so alike and we didn't realise at the time we were twin brothers until he and I got caught by police since someone in Germany reported the name and we went under lawsuit over it, so much so that we had to change our real names. Oh and before you wrestlers say silly shit, I don't speak to the camera or that fancy stuff anymore. I write in my blogs about you all because it turns out I write better than I can talk and talking to the camera is so overrated and uncreative now.

The thing is I'm in this tournament because I had to be, not because I want to or making myself a name. Mostly because my stupid therapist put me in this tournament or rather he would not be my therapist anymore if I didn't sign up. But he had a point because the two things that exist in this tournament are the problems I consistently face every day. I let you idiots figure those two things out.

I let Bea talk about Sin City Wrestling bombshell Kallie Reznik mostly because it would make someone read as if I'm a coward if I started talking trash to someone I can't face in the ring. But all I say is she has been impressive since Kallie got into Sin City Wrestling and winning every match if I remember correctly.

But the problem is I have no idea who Artie is or what he'll do in the wrestling ring as there's no information whatsoever to know what his in ring style is or anything. We can't assume he'll have the same as his wife, every wrestler is different. I can't even say he's a joke or anything since we know absolutely nothing of his in ring ability or if he's had practice matches. All I know is he entered in this tournament by accident just for your wife Bobbie Dahl to enter which she was more than capable of doing herself without you anyway.

But I can't really criticise you for that, no because you see, you came into the business almost like how I did, except I fought a champion in my first match as a non wrestler at that twelve years ago now and I got beaten in five minutes. Except you never wanted to be a professional wrestler, did you? It makes me sick I had to cut so many damn corners to want to be a wrestler because Germany didn't have any wrestling schools or promotions like they do now, but you randomly threw yourself into this like the family name leechers.

You officially made yourself stupid for doing that and I'm not going to call you a joke, I don't know what you're capable of since you're too afraid to put your information out there, keeping it a secret like a pussy you already are. I was forced into this tournament and I aim to fucking deliver. Also I highly doubt you and Kallie have met up because you and the rest of the teams are in this match for yourselves.

Not to help your tag partner to get the world title shot, just doing it for yourself which is sad and pathetic. Me and Bea, we've already met each other up, we already know what our goals are, but we are also working towards being friends too because apart from one other girl, my family and my team, I have zero friends to talk to. Bea was there when I needed her and we are there for each other.

That's the factor for us that all you other teams lack is none of you are going to work with your partners or even meeting them up to discuss plans. I know it's ironic for me to say this, considering working with people hasn't been my strong suit since I was stabbed in the back by wrestlers a few years ago, but that's a fact. None of you are willing to overstep the boundaries that actually, your partner can be key to getting your world title shot.

That's what I think about here with Bea. But you are in a whole world of pain you'll suffer from me and I know, you'll have me confused with Lord Raab, like Bea did, but he's my twin brother so I understand the confusion. I have burned people in the past, I've been burned myself a few months ago actually so you could say I'm a very violent wrestler and Bea sure, she has lost a ton of matches, but I can easily work my way through with her on my side to win because you are literally stupid if you have to bitch and moan about lack of your partner's skills, pussy behaviour honestly.

But me and Bea are going to violently beat the shit out of the pair of you, more with me and Artie who has no business being a professional wrestler, all because his wife is which is why I will never date professional wrestlers. I will beat the living daylights out of you Artie because you had it coming for a while and there's nothing you can do to stop team firedog from winning this match or this tournament to rob our chances to be world champions and that's what we're here to do. If you aren't, take a fucking hike. You're fucked and done for.”
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Climax Control Archives / Conversation for Conspiracy
« Last post by Alexander Raven on May 03, 2024, 10:37:32 PM »
A Conversation With The End
Scene One | Off-Camera

Alex wasn’t entirely sure what was compelling him to meet with Vita Mors. He wasn’t particularly thrilled by the Wit Trial draft party that had been held at the towers. There were too many moments that it reminded him of the months he had lost his mind. Kaleidoscope dreams, visions of a reality with a loving father. Ghosts that felt more real than all the others that plagued him. There was something about this Vita Mors that really put him off. So why was he sitting there in the lobby of the bizarre towers? He wasn’t quite sure.

His mind needed to be focused on the Blast From The Past. There was a certain sweet irony in the world. A repeat of last year. Deja vu some might call it. The only difference this time? Alex had nothing to lose. There was no dominant Internet Championship reign at risk. There was no Jack Washington to act as his foil. In fact there were a few people that were owed a receipt for prior embarrassments.

Mark Cross had fallen at his hand in recent times, but there was unfinished business to be concluded there still. Peter Vaughn, so confident in himself, had said words that remained under his skin. That it was never going to be him. That whilst Vaughn was around, Alex wasn’t ever going to be the man over him. And that didn’t sit right. Yet, despite all that. Despite the fact that he should be across the ocean catching up with Luna after her showing in the opening round. Despite all that, Alex was here. Sitting in the lobby of Vita Towers, waiting for a sit down with the illusive owner himself.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. ‘Alexander Calaway’ was the name that came up. It made sense. Despite it all, if they wanted any chance at it, they needed to at least be able to be around each other. But he didn’t answer for now. He let it go through to voicemail. He’d listen to it later. The tap of leather shoes on the pristine floors. He’d say they were polished marble if he didn’t know any better. But the trick of the con-man was to make all appear more than it actually is.

“Thank you for waiting, Mr Rabenschwarz. Mr Mors will see you now.” Ashton Mire said. Alex still didn’t like looking at the man. No level of tailor made suits, slicked back hair and attempts at mopping away the greasiness was ever going to make him think positively of the guy. Or this situation in general, for that matter. He reminded him far too much of Sullivan Pleasant, and that was not a good thing for anyone trying to get his business.

“This better be good. I really don’t want to be here.” Alex said as he got to his feet slowly. His body was still somewhat feeling the effects of the street fight. Not that he would ever admit it, but truthfully, he was held together by glue and tape at the best of times.

“I assure you, I am certain you will find some benefit in this meeting. Almost everyone does.” Ashton said, attempting to reassure. Something was off about him today, more so than in their previous meetings. He seemed paler, and sweating a little under the collar. Like he was suffering from a migraine, but was doing his best to push through it.

Alex simply let out a long sigh and waved his hand, indicating for Mire to lead the way. Ashton smiled and stood to the side, showing the way toward the nearest elevator. The two of them fall into step beside each other, but moving in mostly silence. He felt his phone buzz again. A message this time.

"Raven, I left you a voicemail. Listen to it. Let's meet up and discuss our strategy for the Blast from the Past Tournament. This is our chance to shine. - Alexandra"

Alex sighed and shook his head. He intended to touch base when he got to France. He’d been thinking about making that call, but it just hadn’t panned out. There was a resentment in his heart that stopped him from reaching out. He’d get back to her eventually. Probably when he did land in Normandy. Things were just a little bit busy right now.

“Can you give me a moment? I need to listen to this.”

Before stepping onto the elevator he placed the phone up to his ear, playing the left voicemail.

“Hey, Alexander. It's Alexandra Calaway. I know, I’m the last person you want to hear from, but..”

She took a deep breath.

“Look, I know we haven't always seen eye to eye, but I wanted to talk to you about the Blast from the Past Tournament. This could be our chance to break out of the rut we've been in, to show everyone what we're truly capable of if we team together one more time. I know we can do this. Do you really want your legacy to have that red stain of our loss?”

She pauses, gathering her thoughts before continuing.

“You and I both know that we're forces to be reckoned with in that ring. Together, we can create something incredible, something that'll shake up the entire wrestling world. But we can't do that if we're stuck in our own heads, doubting ourselves. I’ve moved on from all that bullshit, have you?”

Her tone becomes more urgent, a hint of frustration seeping in.

“So, I'm asking you to get off your ass, Alexander. Stop dwelling on the past and start focusing on the future. We have a chance to make history, and I refuse to let that opportunity slip through our fingers because of pride or ego. Be it yours or mine.”

She takes a deep breath, her voice softening.

“Think about it, okay? Give me a call back when you get this. Let's do this, Raven. Let's show them all that last year was a fluke. That we are the best.”

Closing it out on his phone he shook his head again a little. Mire simply stood there smiling at him, waiting for the go ahead to step into the elevator. Alex looked down at his phone, and sent a simple message in response.

“Got your message. Will talk to you after the match. Kick Shay Owens head in, and I’ll choke out that nothing bitch Jamie Dean.”

They stepped into the elevator. The sheer copper bronze colouring of everything was beginning to hurt his head. The longer he was in this place, the more his eyes hurt. The more his head hurt. The more everything seemed to be pushing down on him and trying to crush him. He pitched the bridge of his nose as the elevator rocketed upwards. Despite the size of the building, he felt like he was riding the damn thing forever.

“If I can make a suggestion, Mr Rabenschwarz. Have you ever heard the Nietzsche quote? ‘If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.’ In this place, in this world. That has a far more literal meaning.” Ashton said, turning to look at Alex.

He’d never realised how bizarre it was for someone to face the wrong way in an elevator. To face inwards, or away from a door. The things he was saying didn't really make sense at that moment. They didn’t really make sense to him at all.

“You guys are a few acorns short of a forest, aren’t you?” Alex said, holding the bridge of his nose still. The elevator finally came to a stop, and it felt like a cloud lifting from his head. Like the popping of ears, the pain washed away.

“Please, be careful Mr Rabenschwarz.” Ashton warned, as the doors opened.

Alex stepped out into a far more muted office. Dark corporate greys and blacks. Unnecessary indoor chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. A large desk, and standing beyond it was the mysterious enigma known as Vita Mors. Like the cult-icon he was meant to be. A heavy robe hanging loose on his shoulders, his grey ashy skin. He was facing away from Alex, looking out a window that seemed to look out onto… nothing.

Absolutely nothingness.

Looking at it made that pain rush to his head again. His eyes demanded to stare at it, but his brain screamed at him to stop. Mors held up a hand, and waved him forward. Waved him toward the window. Towards himself.

“Alright, what the fuck do you want?” Alex said, walking forward. Forcing his eyes down. Forcing them away from the expanse of nothing.

“Mr Rabenschwarz. Please, do watch your language. Words have power, and I do not wish to see you misuse them.” Mors said. His voice was lighter than he expected. More gentle than the imposing otherworldly figure would seem.

“Do you believe in the impossible, Mr Rabenschwarz? Infinite universes, infinite possibilities. Times and universes where James did not pass in that hospital. Universes where you got to hold his hand as he faded into nothingness. Do you believe in these things, Mr Rabenschwarz?”

Alex stood there, dumbfounded. Everything in his body screamed at him to leave. To ignore the prattling of this creature. Yet, he found himself seemingly rooted to the spot. Unable to think about actually moving, let alone leaving. Fucking space wizards.

“What I offer, Mr Rabenschwarz, is insight. The chance at being something more. The chance at reaching into times and places you never even thought possible. Benevolence is not my aim, but in some ways it seems to be that. Please, do me the service of hearing me out.”

Mors turned around, turning to face Alex. His mask obscured all but his mouth. It was odd…

There was something strangely familiar about his jaw. His teeth. The shape of his face. The more he looked, the more it seemed that Vita Mors was someone he knew. His shoulders, his chest, his height. Even his voice was somewhat familiar.

“It can’t be…”

“James?”

Conspiracy to Manipulate
Scene Two | On-Camera

“Conspiracy. That’s the tale of the tape for Alexander Raven. Conspiracy is what guides me, because there is without a doubt, a fucking conspiracy against me. See, Ben Jordan was made to see the truth of it. Though I would have loved to have put him out to pasture, leaving little Samantha Marlowe without a known return. Possibly ending her career, well. That puts things in a little bit of perspective. It reminds people that just because you want to see The Conspiracy torn down. It doesn’t mean you get to come anywhere fucking close to doing it.”

“Reminders. That’s what it was all about. Reminding people that The Conspiracy means fucking business. That when we threaten to tear someone down, we do it. That when we threaten to rip someone apart, we fucking do it. That when we put down threats, they are paid in blood. Ben Jordan was made to realise that just being good at the ol’ graps, wasn’t going to be enough. That the message was as important as the journey. That the decisions were just as important. And the conspiracies come full circle as a result.”

“See there are two instances of convenient fate that have occurred this year. A repeat of what had happened, just one year earlier. Once again, Alexander Raven and Alexandra Calaway are teamed up for the Blast From The Past tournament. A year on, and I’m not any better off for it. Failed challenges for the World Championship. Failed attempt at reclaiming my Internet Championship. A slew of failures and roadblocks, and yet. Here a year later, I’d hazard that there are few people that think anyone but Alexander Raven is going to be the man who steps into the ring with Finn Whelan for the World Heavyweight Championship. In fact, I doubt there is a single person who thinks that any other person deserves to be standing across the ring from Finn Whelan. That is the money match. That is the marquee match. That is the only match that fucking matters in Sin City Wrestling. So let’s look at what is before us as mere formality, shall we?”

“See, I think there is something to be said about the way that those who are in power want to keep me oppressed. It becomes harder and harder to deny the fact they are attempting to fuck with me when we are presented with a situation like we have here. Alexander and Alexandra teamed up and in the opening round we have Shay Owens… and Jamie fucking Dean.”

“Oh, how poetic it is that we are face to face once more Mr Dean. You were part of my crusade. Part of my journey. Part of my message to Ben Jordan. Some may call what I did cowardice, I’m not of that camp. No, you made the mistake of thinking you were safe walking into my fucking ring. You made the mistake of being friends with a target of my ire, and you got lucky that all I did was choke you out. Ask Samantha how it feels to be on the opposite end of The Conspiracy. Ask her what the outcome is for those who continue to ally with those I disdain. No, Mr Dean, what I did to you was little more than a necessary action. A necessary behaviour. A necessity in life. I made you relevant.”

“Relevancy is all that matters, isn’t that right? That’s what everyone always tries to tell me. That I’m suddenly irrelevant, and that being irrelevant, they can overlook me. That my failures are just par for the course, because that’s all that matters. Relevancy is all that fucking matters in this little industry of ours, which makes me wonder about you, Mr Dean. It makes me wonder, why are you here? Are you just another obstacle placed in my path? Another thing put in my way to stop me from achieving what I need to achieve. Another part of the manipulation and control of the invisible hands to manipulate and put me down. You are just part of that, aren’t you Jamie?”

“But that’s okay. I understand this incessant need to infringe upon me. To pretend like it’s the whims of fate that put you before me, that put Alexandra Calaway at my side. It would have been far less interesting for all involved if they had simply put Luna and I together. No, that would have been far too convenient of an outcome. The opportunity was there for the most prolific match of all time. When Luna and Alexander Raven won the Blast From The Past tournament, they challenged Finn Whelan and Kayla Richards to a Winner Takes All match-up. The Blast From the Past winners, also the The Conspiracy. Taking the Worlds Championships in both divisions, and the Mixed Tag Team Titles all in one fell swoop. That would have been too convenient.”

“No, instead, we have this. We have you and me, Mr Dean. We have Calaway and Owens. We have nothing and everything. You being nothing, in case you were wondering. But that’s okay. I don’t resent you for simply being. I don’t resent you for being part of their game. I don’t even resent you for not realising your part in this play. What I do resent you for, Jamie. Is that you have the audacity to prance your way into my world once more, and try and ruin my world once more. Prance your way into my world once more and act like it is your god-given fucking right. There is nothing given, Jamie. Nothing given, and nothing taken.”

“But, but, but, but. It’s okay. I am happy to show you the truth once more. I am happy to make another example of you. I am happy to show you what you clearly haven’t understood. A conversation with Ben would've shown you the truth of your failings, and yet. Yet you continue to walk into the flames and act as if it is your right to do so. And so, I will show you the truth of your failings. I will show you the actions that lead to your nothingness. I will show you that being a king in name does not make you a king in my world. Call me delusional if you must, Jamie. But I will break you.”

“But I haven’t forgotten about you sweet little Shay Owens. No, I know of you. Interesting isn’t it? You were a Triad hopeful too. A failure of a hopeful, but a hopeful nonetheless. I know of you Shay, and that’s not a good thing for anyone. Because those who come across my purview? They are broken for it. They are hurt by it. They are put in their place for it. Though it may be Alexandra Calaway that need put your in your fucking place, it is Alexander Raven that will break you if need be. Manipulation of the rules. Manipulation of the ring. Manipulation, that is my role.”

“So, Shay, let me ask you something. Are you truly prepared to step between those ropes with a killer? Are you truly prepared to step into the ring with people who do not care for your well-being? I wonder, Shay. I truly wonder. But it does not matter.”

“All I need to know.”

“Have you been listening?”


“The Conspiracy is here.”
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Climax Control Archives / •-•The Beginning of the End•-•
« Last post by Eiley on May 03, 2024, 10:18:19 PM »

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Location: Kaneohe, Hawaii
Date: April 29, 2024
 
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Eiley carefully adjusts her tank top and simple pair of spandex shorts as she stands outside of Mikah’s gym in Kaneohe, Hawaii. She takes a breath before gaining some confidence before cautiously walking through the front doors of the gym. She looks around the gym, only standing in the entrance to the gym and she could see that the upstairs work out area was  buzzing with activity and then her eyes move to rings that were set up in the main level of the gym. She could see that Mikah was in the ring, working with Kendall and maybe a new student or two, she didn’t really know. The place was buzzing with activity and Eiley was for the most part, going unnoticed.

Eiley jumps back as three kids run in from outside and nearly knock her over.


••eiley•• “Hey!”

Two of the kids mostly ignored Eiley but the youngest, Myles, turns back at her. She watches the frown on the four and a half year old’s face before the look of realization hits him. Eiley watches as he stops to look at her before giving her a cheeky grin and then running off to follow his siblings through the gym. Eiley just stands there for a moment, trying to think thoroughly about her next step. She doesn’t have a lot of time to think as she has seemingly gathered Mikah’s attention.

Eiley watches as a few different emotions seem to run over Mikah’s face before Mikah seems to gather control of her emotions and returns to a neutral state. Eiley sighs as she moves towards the ring, walking slowly as she does as she wasn’t sure what sort of reaction Mikah would have towards her. Mikah steps out of the ring and Eiley sort of shrinks back as she sees the slightly angry look on her face. She wasn’t sure what to expect from Mikah but she didn’t expect that Mikah would be this angry.


;;MIKAH “You have some nerve..”

Eiley just swallows, hard as she moves to stand her ground, not wanting to back up from Mikah. She wanted to show that she wasn’t scared of the Hall of Famer and that she was confident enough to stand her ground.

••eiley•• “Uh…”

She barely has any time to think about what was going to happen next or even contemplate what she was going to say because Mikah cuts her off.

;;MIKAH “Do you know how long you’ve been out of reach? Do you know how many times somebody in this building has tried to contact you? Or do you even care?”

Eiley just looks at Mikah with a deer in the headlights sort of look as she tries to think quickly of an excuse for her absence. But it is clearly not something that she has thought too much about as she struggles to come up with a reason or an excuse. Mikah was still looking at her as if she was waiting for a proper response and Eiley continues to struggle with a proper reasoning.

••eiley•• “I’m sorry! I just…needed some space.”

The look on Mikah’s face did not scream that she was impressed with the reasoning that Eiley had given her. Eiley shifts her weight a little uncomfortably under Mikah’s stare as it doesn’t seem to waiver at all, staring at Eiley as if she was waiting for the actual truth and not just something that Eiley was saying to save face.

;;MIKAH “Space? As if the ocean isn’t enough space for you to be able to collect whatever feelings that you were feeling? I’m pretty sure Hawaii would have given you enough space to sort through whatever shit you needed to without disappearing on everybody.”

Eiley just looks at her for a moment, processing what Mikah was saying. But it was almost as if Mikah didn’t have that much patience for Eiley anymore. Eiley couldn’t understand why Mikah didn’t understand where she was coming from.

••eiley•• “You wouldn’t understand. And how could you? When you were in SCW, you always had a following and you had run the division for so long. You never needed to have space to think.”

The words that spill from the young woman’s mouth do not even seem to phase Mikah that much as she holds her own ground. The look on her face was emotionless for the most part except for the fact that Eiley knew that Mikah was upset with her.

;;MIKAH “Did you ever stop for one moment to think about how your absence has affected those around you?”

Eiley had noticed how Mikah had completely disregarded what she had said and Eiley boldly rolls her eyes in front of Mikah, not bothering to hide the motion.

••eiley•• “Why do I have to think about how my decisions affect other people? Nobody has ever thought about how their decisions affected me. So why do I have to be the one to think about how my decisions affect other people. I doubt you’ve ever thought about anybody other than yourself. Until recently, that is.”

The tension between the two was thick as Eiley hadn’t ever really stood up to Mikah before. The look on Mikah’s face, however, said it all as she looks at the twenty-one year old with a dirty look on her face that soon morphs into a smirk.

;;MIKAH “I get it, you’ve had a hard life, Eiley but things are different around here for you, now. And they have been for over a year now. You can’t walk in here like you haven’t been gone for months and act as if your absence hasn’t affected anybody. Things aren’t like they were in your childhood.”

Eiley was growing frustrated with the way that Mikah was avoiding some of the things that she had been saying to her and only picking and choosing things to respond to. She takes a moment to try to organize her thoughts before she responds to Mikah again. Eiley stands there for a few moments and Mikah just raises an eyebrow at her as she too waits for Eiley’s response. There could be sounds heard throughout the gym of people working in the ring and up above in the weight area of the gym.

;;MIKAH “Don’t worry, I have all the time to wait, Eiley.”

••eiley•• “Oh, what? You’re not chasing after your heathens that run around thinking they can control everything?”

The words had slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them. She knew that the kids were the one subject that Mikah would be defensive over and Eiley could see the mood within Mikah change.

;;MIKAH “Those heathens can run around this gym and do whatever they want, it is their second home. Kristopher and I want them to feel safe here. And don’t worry, every single person who steps into this gym through those front doors knows not to lay a hand on them or discipline them. And you will follow suit.”

Eiley just clenches her jaw for a moment, trying to keep calm and to try to gather a stronger hold on what she allowed to slip out. Eiley knew that she had to be calculated on how to talk with Mikah and she knew that Mikah had a quick reaction as well. She also knew that people liked to call Mikah dumb but she was well aware that Mikah was anything but dumb and that she just let people make up their own assumptions about her.

••eiley•• “I just think it’s unfair that I’m expected to think about how my own decisions will affect other people when it’s not the same the other way around. It’s kind of hypocritical, if you ask me.”

The smug look didn’t seem to leave Eiley’s face and Mikah just shakes her head. She stops for a moment, hearing a scream and Eiley listens as well. She watches Mikah’s face and then takes a moment to recollect her thoughts. Mikah soon turns her attention back to Eiley after determining that the scream was nothing to be really concerned about.

;;MIKAH “Well, I didn’t ask you if you thought it was hypocritical, Eiley. You should be taking some sort of accountability for your actions. You’re acting as if you’ve only been gone a couple weeks and not since the middle of January, which was nearly four months ago.”

Eiley lets out an exasperated noise as she looks around, trying not to throw her hands up in the air and just walk out of the gym. She knew that Mikah was pushing her and trying to get her to admit that she was in the wrong.

••eiley•• “I know how long I have been gone, Mikah. I know when I left to get some space and to think. I realize it has been a long time but I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to come back! And right now? I’m regretting that I even stepped through those doors. I just thought that maybe I could step back in that ring and try to work on whatever skills I need to improve on.”

Eiley watches Mikah for a moment and can see her switching gears and she was fully ready for a new sort of tactic to come from Mikah.

;;MIKAH “What about Oz? You didn’t think about him? Or coming back to him? Or for him? Hell, you haven’t even sent him a message and he’s also been gone for a while, looking for you. I had thought that if there was one person that you would have told your location to, it would have been him.”

A blank look crosses over Eiley’s face as Mikah mentions Oz. It wasn’t the tactic that Eiley thought that Mikah would use. She blinks a few times, trying to think of an answer for Mikah.

••eiley•• “I-don’t…I…it’s….I tried to, I just couldn’t bring myself to…text Oz.”

She had stumbled and stammered over her words. She curses at herself in her mind, hoping that it didn’t give anything away. She should have known that Oz was going to be brought up in the conversation; he was just as important to this gym as she was. She watches as a smirk crosses Mikah’s face and that cold, determined look is now in the Hall of Famer’s eyes; a look that many of Mikah’s opponents had seen before when she had figured something out in the ring.

;;MIKAH “You know, I knew that you would show back up. I told Kristopher that you’d be walking through those doors after I heard your name being called and then being paired with Mark Cross at Blaze of Glory for the Blast From the Past tournament.”

Eiley lets out a breath that she hadn’t known she had been holding as Mikah switches the subject from Oz.

••eiley•• “I…thought it would be nice to finally come back and try to win the tournament. I had hoped that Oz was going to be in the tournament so that we could be paired together randomly. But apparently, he wasn’t entered in the tournament.”

Mikah shakes her head at Eiley.

;;MIKAH “How can he enter a tournament when he’s been looking for you, Eiley? Did you not think about letting him know before you entered your name into the tournament? It might have encouraged him to enter his name.”

Eiley stumbles over a few things in her head, trying to think of something that would counter what Mikah had asked. She could see that Mikah was already feeling as if she had the upper hand and she probably did. Eiley could feel how she was slipping up and things weren’t making sense to Mikah and she could feel herself struggling to keep her head above the water.

••eiley•• “I didn’t know that Oz was looking for me…he n-never contacted me….”

A slightly sinister laugh spills from Mikah’s lips and it sort of surprises Eiley and she takes a step back. She didn’t like the calculated look that was now in Mikah’s eyes.

;;MIKAH “I just told you a few moments ago that he was looking for you, Eiley. This is the second time that I’ve mentioned it.”

The look on Eiley’s face falters just momentarily as she looks at Mikah, a bit surprised and she blinks a few times.

••eiley•• “But I didn’t…Oz didn’t…he didn’t get ahold of me. I would have told him that I was going to enter the tournament and come back.”

Mikah just shakes her head at Eiley and Eiley glances around her, feeling uneasy as her mentor looks annoyed with her.

;;MIKAH “I don’t believe that, Eiley. You know why?”

Eiley just shakes her head no and Mikah steps a little closer to her. Eiley sucks in a breath and holds it as she feels her heart beating fast inside her chest.

;;MIKAH “Because I know that Oz had tried texting and calling you a week or so after you left to get space. And I’m pretty sure or at least ninety-seven percent sure that he’s tried since then. So your little claim that Oz hasn’t tried to get in touch with you doesn’t sit well with me.”

Eiley chews on the inside of her cheek, sure that she was going to chew a piece of it off as she tries to calm her racing heart down. She tries her best to think about what to say next to Mikah but there wasn’t anything that she could think of that would appease Mikah.

••eiley•• “But how do you know it was me that he was texting? Maybe Oz just told you that he was trying to find me. Maybe he was lying to you to disappear too.”

Mikah laughs again, the noise sounding anything but joyous as Eiley feels that feeling of anxiety settling in. She takes another step backwards as she sees the sinister look in Mikah’s eyes.

;;MIKAH “While I’m not too friendly with one Oliver Zahn, I know that he was looking for you and texting you. The two of you? You don’t have many friends or people who you keep close. But you and Oz kept close to each other. So I know it was you that he went looking for when you never returned any of his text messages or phone calls. Don’t treat me like I’m stupid, Eiley, because I’m smarter than you.”

Eiley swallows hard as she feels the wrath that Mikah was easily portraying toward her. She glances around the gym, looking for anybody that she could hopefully use as an ally but she didn’t see anybody.

••eiley•• “Um…I…”

She stammers over her words but both of them are pulled away from their own train of thought as Kris walks into the gym, his phone in his hand and he stops when he sees Eiley and Mikah talking.

;;MIKAH “Exactly. You don’t have anything else to say to me. So I want you to get out of my gym, Eiley. And by the way….”

Mikah takes a step closer to Eiley and leans in, her lips next to Eiley’s ear.

;;MIKAH “You’ve never called Oz, Oz.”

The color drains from Eiley’s face as she realizes that she had slipped up and she just turns and walks out of the gym, not wanting to argue with Mikah anymore. She wasn’t sure where she was going to go, but she knew that she couldn’t stay there anymore. She looks up at the Hawaiian sun and takes a moment to think to herself before starting to walk in the direction of the highway. She pulls her phone out of her pocket to call for an Uber as she tries to think of what she wanted to do next. She needed to find somewhere to train and she knew now that Mikah’s gym was off limits and she couldn’t step foot in there again as she was now not welcome there any longer.

••eiley•• “Fuck.”

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ON CAMERA
Location: Normandy, France at the landing beaches..
Date: May 3, 2024.
 
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The scene opens up to the landing beaches  and gets a shot of the ocean before the camera moves to get a view of what has been set up on the beach. For the time being, the beach is pretty much empty but a few rows of chairs have been set up, facing the ocean. There wasn’t anybody sitting in the chairs, but there was a distinct aisle in between the sets. While there weren’t people in the chairs, there was something sitting in a few of the chairs.  A minute goes by before a figure can be seen in a black dress with a head drawn over their head, shielding their face. The figure is looking down at the sandy beach  as they walk the aisle toward the ocean. The person is holding something in her right hand but is sort of dragging it behind her, tracing a line in the sand with it. The camera zooms in closer to see that the object that the woman is dragging behind her is a sledgehammer. The woman stops at one of the chairs that holds an item on it and the camera zooms in to see a picture of Eiley’s pinned tweet printed out and put in a frame. The woman carefully grabs the sledgehammer and lifts both hands before slamming it down onto the frame, shattering the glass and destroying the frame.

“There comes a time when all good things must come to an end so that a new era can begin…”

The voice is low and almost disguised as the sentence was said slowly and the person was enunciating every world so that each word would not be mistaken for something else. She rips the hood from her head, a disgruntled and angry look on her face as it is revealed to be Eiley.

“And on Sunday? The road to that new era is going to begin for me…”

She sets the sledgehammer back down behind her and drags it to the next row, where a replica of the cruise ship that SCW hosts fans for a week on and then has a show on sits. She raises the sledgehammer up once more and brings it down on the mini replica of the ship and smashes it into many pieces.

“There will be no living in the past for me….”

She lets her gaze linger on the broken pieces of the mini replica of the cruise ship, the sledgehammer sitting on the ruins.

“The last time that you saw my face on a SCW screen was in January when I lost to Kayla Richards on an irrelevant Climax Control, who ironically is the Bombshell Champion right now.”

She takes a moment to let the words sink in for a moment. But the moment doesn’t last as she holds the camera’s gaze, appearing more confident in herself than she used to look. There was something different in her eyes that the camera couldn’t quite differentiate from anything else.

“The date of that Climax Control is irrelevant and that match is irrelevant in itself. But it is the last time that anybody has seen me step foot in a SCW ring or a wrestling ring in general. It is almost as if I disappeared off of the face of the Earth and it may have seemed like I was never going to be seen again.”

She pulls the hood back up to cover half of her face again, indicating the disappearance. She pushes it back down and fixes her blonde hair to keep it out of her face. She turns to face the ocean, her eyes scanning the horizon as she places the sledgehammer back down in the sand behind her and begins to drag it forward once more, making the line behind her longer. She stops at another chair to look down to see a replica of a tag team championship belt sitting on it.

“And this is what was important to me at that time; fighting for a championship belt that I only got half credit for….”

She takes a breath as she stares at the championship belt. The look of disgust is soon written all over her face and she raises the sledgehammer up and over her head before smashing it down on the fake replica of the belt. She does it a few more times, mangling the item into practically nothing.

“But that’s not going to be what happens anymore. Not this time, not this new era.”

She lets the sledgehammer fall down in the sand before she walks to the front of the rows of chairs and she chooses one to sit in. She is quiet for a moment, staring out at the ocean as she lets her words resonate for a moment.

“That’s why I entered the Blast From the Past tournament. I didn’t enter it for giggles or to see who I would be teamed up with. I entered the tournament for the right to choose to challenge for the Bombshell Championship once the winners of the tournament have been crowned.”

She leans back and crosses one leg over the other. She doesn’t seem rushed to talk again as she takes in the view of the ocean. There’s some sort of calm about her as she watches the waves crash onto the sandy beach.

“On June 6, 1944, the allied forces launched the largest amphibious invasion in the history of warfare. The Allied landings on the beaches of Normandy marked the start of a long and costly campaign to liberate north-west Europe from Nazi occupation. This is also known as D-Day or the beginning of the end of the Second World War in Europe.”

The little history lesson was not something that Eiley had planned, but she had come across it when she was doing her research on the landing beaches of Normandy, and she couldn’t help but use it to her advantage.

“That’s what it feels like returning to SCW for this tournament. Or at least, it feels like the beginning of the end of a lot of things.”

She bites her tongue, not wanting to overstep and completely miss on what she was supposed to be talking about. She wanted to leave it vague and that’s what she was going to do.

“In the past, I’ve been compared to Mikah and I’ve been called a miniature version of her and not my own person. I’ve also been given compliments from J2H on a few occasions that people hate to be reminded of. But there’s also a lot of things that I’ve done wrong that don’t seem to get as much credit for. But that’s not what the future is going to be for me.”

She shrugs.

“I am sure that there are a lot of expectations that people in SCW are holding for me and that there are a lot of assumptions that are being made about me, and that’s fine. Everybody can say or think about whatever they want about me because they will no matter what I do in the ring to prove them wrong or what I say in order to try to prove them wrong. I was always in the shadow of my mentor and people weren’t going to take me seriously when it came to wrestling. They never believed that I was going to be anything more than a rip off of what Mikah was in the ring. And I guess I sort of cracked under the pressure and walked away when it didn’t go my way.”

She shrugs her shoulders, letting the movement easily move through her body. She doesn’t move her eyes from the ocean.

“But that’s not today, that’s not how it’s going to be moving forward. I’m going to be just … Eiley. And prove that I can stand on my own two feet without the help of Mikah and her little gym.”

A flash of anger passes through Eiley’s eyes but as quick as it was there, it’s gone even quicker.

“And I’m going to start with using Melissa as an example this Sunday. And I’m sure Melissa is an alright person and I’m sure that a lot of people are picking her to win because it’s just me. The bombshell who clearly has had some fluke wins in her past. There’s no possible way that I can win on Sunday against Melissa. However, my last couple of losses? They were mistakes. Mistakes that shouldn’t have been made and I’ve been working on cleaning those mistakes up. But…”

She smirks a little to herself at the thought.

“This time, there will be no mistakes made when it comes to stepping into the ring against Melissa. I’ll be brutally honest with you.”

She leans forward just a little, placing her elbows on her knees.

“I don’t know a thing about Melissa or who she is or what she can do in the ring. I tried to do my homework and I got bored watching your old promos. But the one thing I can say about you is that you have been trained by decent people. Goth is a SCW Hall of Famer, so at least we have comparable backgrounds in training when it comes to who SCW deems to be important. And Whisper is well known throughout the wrestling community as well, so you’ve had training by people who have their own following and know what needs to be done in the ring.”

She doesn’t seem to hold much emotion on her face as she stares at the ocean for a moment before glancing at the camera, her lips turning up in a grin.

“But being trained by legends can only get you so far, Melissa. And I would know as I’ve had a small amount of success here in SCW. I’ve been one half of the Mixed Tag Team Champions, a division that Oz and I carried for a long time because the two irrelevants took over, who have completely ruined the division because I don’t even know the last time they defended them. But that’s not the point that I’m trying to make. I had success and I wanted to make my success be reliant on what Mikah had taught me in the ring, but she could only teach me so much. Which, is the same for you. Goth and Whisper can only teach you so much before you have to learn some things on your own.”

A smirk stretches across her face as she looks at the camera.

“Sunday is only two days away and only two days until I make my in-ring return for SCW. This time, however, I will not be teaming with Oz but instead Mark ‘The Dragon’ Cross, which is controversial in its own right. He has a reputation in this company and I’ve been told he can be a loud mouth and maybe a little annoying, but he does seem to know how to win this tournament, so for me? That’s a plus. Because I too want to win this tournament.”

The confidence in her eyes is different than before and maybe this time, it was something she actually believed.

“He has the experience in this tournament to know what it takes to win. And I don’t even care if I’m piggy backing off of his success because I know what I want. I also know that he’s perfectly capable of taking care of Aiden Reynolds and I won’t have to worry about some wannabe Finn Whelan wannabe.”

A small glint passes through her eyes before she refocuses and replaces the look with a blank look instead.

“I don’t care what I have to do to win on Sunday, either. I know that I am going to do whatever it takes to beat Melissa and be the better competitor in the ring. Melissa might think she is the better competitor and that she has the upper hand, but she’s going to be proven wrong on Sunday. I know I might be a little rusty in the ring, but I’m going to do everything in my power to ensure that I walk away with the win.”

She smirks again.

“Because this time around?”

She pauses for the dramatic effect.

“I’m not here for the Mixed Tag Team Championship, I’m here to fight for the right to challenge for the Bombshell Championship. Whoever that champion may be when it comes time.”

She shrugs one shoulder up as she looks at the camera.

“It’s nothing personal, it’s just business.”

She winks at the camera for a moment.

“And it’s going to start at the bottom, with Melissa. Hope everybody’s ready to watch it happen.”

She stands up and kicks the chair over with her foot.

“Because it’s going to happen whether you’re ready or not.”

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