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Supercard Archives / Re: JUSTIN SMITH v ENTITY - HARDCORE RULES
« Last post by JustinSmith on April 12, 2024, 04:06:39 PM »
 The scene opens up with Justin Smith taking a walk to find a good restaurant in Flagstaff Arizona.  He stops to talk about being in the match against The Entity at Blaze of Glory XII.

Justin-I am looking forward to kicking some ass at Blaze of Glory XII, but before then, take in the sights here in Flagstaff.  The Entity has no idea what hell that is coming his way .

Justin laughs before calling his fellow wrestler Ben Jordan about Justin’s upcoming match.

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

Ben-Well, of course you can. I know how much you love hardcore matches. I will show you the ropes my friend. I’ll get a hold of some people to have a proper workout session.

Justin-Thanks for the vote of confidence.

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

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

Justin-The Entity, I do not care about what you think about me, but I will make you show me the respect I deserve by the time this match is over.  I don’t care about my win-loss record as much as putting on a show or the fans, as well as inflicting punishment upon my opponents. You will be hurting in places you never thought possible when I get done with you!!!!

The scene fades to black with Justin cackling as he leaves the hotel room.
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Supercard Archives / Re: BARNHARTS v KAT JONES and HBCARTER
« Last post by Kat Jones on April 12, 2024, 03:53:42 PM »

A lying piece of shit… Kat always had known that Bea was just that.. And she was about to get exposed for it again.. Bill is not the brightest bulb and love does make blind.. Blind loyalty or blind as in just not seeing how big of a piece of shit his wife is.. Has become or always has been.. She does a bunch of stupid idiotic shit that lands her in trouble and then runs to her man to protect her but lies and twists what happened to fit her narrative.. Kat does not do any of that.. Her narrative is what was seen on tv.. She bumped into Bea by accident and Bea attacked Kat.. A big mistake to make Bea.. You see one on one Kat is a bitch as it is.. Now she is joined by her princess and together they are ying and yang and two sides making a whole as they are perfect opposites. One of Kat’s best friends.. One of her confidants and to be honest probably one of the few people in her life that truly knew her better than anyone else.. That includes the HellsGates gang.. You are going to wish that it was one of the Saviors.. You are going to wish that it was a singles match… You are going to regret messing with Kat fucking Jones and you will realise that you made the biggest fucking mistake of your life the moment you threw hot coffee at Kat..

That is for the PPV and the promo Kat was going to unleash upon the world later today.. For now though Kat’s life was about to take an unexpected turn and challenge her to the max.



Prescott Arizona

The phone ringing way too damn early in the morning  is what woke Kat up, which is unusual as her sleep pattern is all kinds of messed up and has been for decades. She was wide awake the moment she saw that it was Mac calling and answered right away.

Kat : What’s wrong?

Mac : I am on my way to you.. Code Red Penny.

Kat immediately got up and grabbed some clothes from her wardrobe.

Kat : Penny? What's going on…

Mac : You got godmother duty for a while Kat.. It got out of hand between her and her mom and Penny called me crying her eyes out..

Kat : Crap.. I got the guest room finished yesterday so I can take her in..

Mac : I will be at your place in 30 minutes.. Please have some coffee ready to go.

Kat : Yeah I will make 2 of them..

Mac ended the call while Kat finished getting dressed instead of the phone to ear hopping on one foot tango she was doing.. 45 minutes later Kat was sitting next to Mac in his truck heading back to Colorado to go and pick up a teenager that is estranged from her mother.. That is how it looks to the world but in reality they are just too similar.. Mac held a teary eyed Whisper as Kat loaded Penny and her stuff into the backseat of the truck.. Not picking sides, just doing what she was asked to do a long time ago and that is look after the little one in case of an emergency.. And this definitely counted as one as the murderous glare  Penny sent her mother’s way was a clear indication that things were not okay.. Not by a long shot.. That is how Kat got a teenager in the house.. A stubborn as hell teenager who’s wrestler mom is about as stubborn as she is.. Luckily the current shows she has going on are nearby enough that she can take Penny with her.. Perhaps Despy could keep an eye on her… Before they made their way back to Arizona almost the entire day had passed them by.. Penny had crashed in the backseat of the truck and Mac carried her into the house and put her in the bed. Kat had made her comfortable taking her shoes off and tucking her in.. Outside on the porch is where she let out the breath she had been holding..

Kat : I am going to need your help with this..

Mac : You will be fine..

Kat : Nah uh.. I am not cut out for this shit and a teenager…

Mac : You will be fine.. Besides you can always call me no need to ask..

Kat ran her fingers through her hair and groaned…

Kat : She is going to have to travel with me to Dallas.. The SCW PPV is less than two hours from here.. She can stay in the back with Despy.. But Dallas… Gonna have to figure that one out..

Mac : We will figure it out.. I am going to head home.. Relax and take the day off training today.. Not like you are out of shape..

Kat : Well…

Mac swatted towards her and as Kat ducked just in time to feel his fingers flick her ear.. As they both laughed.. Mac got up and hugged her close before a kiss was placed on her head and he headed home.. The champ is a busy man…

Promo

Kat had set up the camera as the porch got a red hue from the setting sun and sat down in the rocking chair on her porch.. Her feet propped up to the side on the railing..

Kat : Lies told on tv… Lies told on the internet.. I went too far that day…. Bea you are such a fucking piece of shit.. A lying one at that.. I rounded the corner on my way back from the ring and bumped into you by accident.. As I was saying sorry you threw the coffee in my face.. You attacked me not the other way around but… That does not suit your narrative does it.. Now do not bring up the past because the only times I laid a hand on you was when you were being a cheating little cowardly bitch and pulling off stunts behind the referees backs.. As per usual.. I should have taken you out of the game entirely then you would have had something to whine and bitch about.. I know you ran and tattled to your big man, telling him that I attacked you.. Hun if I had attacked you backstage not only would you have been wearing a damn cupcake I would have stuffed another down your throat to make you choke on it.. And that would have only been the beginning of your pain as I would have grabbed the entire coffee pot and poured it over your broken and battered body when I was done kicking your ass..

You would have been spending the time until the PPV in the damn hospital giving you a true reason to whine bitch and moan about the unfair treatment you got by my hand and a true reason to go bitching and crying to your dumbass husband who would not know the truth from your lies if it literally kicked him in the balls. I don’t do this bullshit lying thing you have been doing for as long as I have known you… For years it has been the same damn thing over and over again and besides that dumbass you married nobody is buying your bullshit anymore Bea..

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA I am the victim! Cry me a fucking river.. You are about as innocent as a twenty dollar hooker on the street corner west from the arena.. Probably got the same medical issues as said hooker as well.. If I wanted to attack you I would do it straight up and in your damn face but to be honest you are hardly worth the time and effort it would take…


Grabbing her steaming hot coffee Kat sips and smirks..

Kat : Yeah hot coffee to the face did not do much more than annoy me.. Got some cream rubbed into my face… I still got the same ugly mug.. I am still drinking more coffee than pretty much anyone I know.. Scolding hot coffee at that.. I don’t cringe at seeing someone hold coffee.. Let’s make one thing perfectly clear once and for all.. There is not a goddamn thing you could do to me that would make me fear you.. You are just a little lying skank that hides behind her idiotic lovestruck dumb asshole of a husband. Who is too fucking scared to say anything about the lies on the fear of losing the only woman that would even glance at him sideways.. So he lets himself be used as her defender and then both of you come out lying like the ignorant idiots you are.. Hey Bill.. If your wifey truly wanted to face me one on one… Why is that she is the one that demanded it to be a mixed tag team match.. Why huh? At a PPV where my friends and Saviors are already in matches is she demanding a mixed tag team match… Oh that is right… She did not figure I had someone that was more than happy to step in… Stop lying for once in your pathetic little life Bea.. You do not want to face me one on one because you are scared…And that is the first smart thing you have done for as long as I have known you… You clearly fear me… As you should Bea.. You should be afraid..

You did not want to face me one on one as I challenged you.. You made the tag team demand and I said yes… Does it mean that you are going to get off easy.. Hell no.. I am accepting the challenge.. Bill and Carter can watch from the corners how I dismantle you.. Twist your pathetic lying sack of shit carcass into a pretzel to the point where I hear the tendons tearing and your voice breaks mid scream.. You want to play the big bad evil bitch game well you got it Bea.. Unlike you I do not run and hide behind anyone.. I do not play those games of lies and deceit.. I just say it as it is right in your damn face before I break your fucking jaw.. So you both want it to be a one on one between you and me and I am more than fine with that as that was what I requested after all.. You are acting like I made it a tag team match instead.. Nah bitch that was all you.. That was you running to hide behind your man thinking it would help you.. Wrong.. Between me and Carter the both of you will be licking your wounds at the end of the PPV.. You were screaming victim before the match.. I will give you a reason to truly hate me and scream for a long ass time when I have twisted your body into a pretzel and make you cry right in front of your hubbie..


Kat drank her coffee with a soft sigh as it hit the spot..

Kat : I am more than fine with watching Carter do his thing and destroy your hubbie before I finish you off once and for all.. I mean if we are going out there we go out there swinging.. You should know better than to underestimate someone like Carter.. He can kick ass with the best of them and just because he looks way more fabulous than you could ever dream of looking he is not one you should brush aside.. You are both way too focused on just me and that is fine too.. Gives us even more of an advantage.. But taking him lightly would be very bad for your health.. If not by his hands it will be by my hands. The reason you both are focusing on me instead of on the both of us is for the simple reason that you fear what may come from me.. And you should.. I am not a nice person to those I don’t give a damn about.. Never have been and never will be.. And I never gave a flying fuck about either one of you two.. I would delight in making you scream in pain Bill.. But this is SCW and I have to give that delight to my partner this time around.. But you can watch your wifey become a little bitch by my hands..

She is walking around SCW backstage acting like she is the queen bitch of the division.. Nah she is not.. She is not even remotely close either.. She is just a wannabe bitch.. She is going to find out exactly where she ranks in this company.. The bottom of the pile.. The resident punching bag for all those that are truly ruthless.. And she is going to be the second person to find out that the Kat Jones she had known no longer exists.. In the ring I have no time or patience for her antics.. I am done holding back and I am going to show her exactly who the fuck she messed with and make her regret her stupidity once and for all.. And when this match is done and over with and she so much as looks in my direction with an attitude I will not hesitate to finish her career once and for all.. Do you see now what you have provoked Bea.. You have provoked the wrong damn bitch..


Kat had an evil glint in her eye and the smirk on her face was just as devilish..

Kat : Spin the truth until it suits you… Rewrite the events shown on tv until they fit your narrative.. None of it will make a damn bit of difference when I get my hands on you.. I know you remember this line… You heard it before.. Come Blaze of Glory… You are going to find out what happens when you fuck around with Kat Jones… You are going to burn and I am going to laugh while you scream in agony.. And the saying that comes to mind when I think about you.. Sorry about your damn luck…Yeah… Not really sorry.. See you at Blaze of Glory.. Pack a hospital bag..

With that said the scene fades to black..

Kat grabbed the camera and made sure it was send to SCW right away.. A bleary eyed teenager walked into the living room as Kat closed her laptop..

Kat : Time to talk little one.. What is going on...

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A Conversation
Scene One | Off-Camera(ish)

He needed to have this conversation. He needed to sit there across from the man who was looking an absolute husk of what he once was. Alex needed to talk to Sullivan Pleasant about it all. About the shooting, the fake attempted murder, and the eventual self-surrender. Expedited court case meant that there was potential for Alex’s whole world to be upheaved in a moment. He needed to have this conversation.

It was a good way to prepare for the Street Fight, really. All the anger, all the hatred. Everything that was brewing up inside himself. He could take it all out on Ben Jordan and Sam Marlowe. The angrier he got here, the worse it would be for them.

So when he sat down facing across from him, he didn’t really know what to expect. Just that he needed this conversation. He needed to know what was coming, what was going on. What was expected. He needed to know what Sullivan Pleasant was going to do for the rest of his life.

“Never would’ve guessed that Pleasant was actually your last name.” Alex said, sitting across the table from Sullivan. It was strange, he looked ever worse than when he was being stalked by the man. A scraggly beard, his eyes were deeply sunken with heavy black bags under them. Looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks. His hair was a mess, and the jail uniform wasn’t doing much for his ridiculously slender frame.

“Wasn’t always that way. You'd be surprised what a little bit of money in the right pockets will do for your identity.” Sullivan said softly, the sound of a defeated man. If he was building to betraying Alex again, to outing him again, it didn’t seem like it at this moment. A man resigned to his very fate.

“So, why turn yourself in Sul? Doesn’t really seem like incarceration suits you.You just building to throwing me under the bus? Ruin some more lives whilst you're at it?” Alex said, leaning forward. He rested his elbows on the table, staring straight into the soul of the man across from him.

Sullivan just shook his head, and let out a long and heavy sigh. Defeated.

“I’m not young enough for this anymore, Alexander. That’s the long and short of it. I’m not healthy enough, I’m not good enough. I destroyed the last semblance of balance and happiness in my life, to ensure that man could move on without worrying about me.” Sullivan said, his voice soft. There wasn’t the arrogance and cock-sure bravado he once always had. He truly was a defeated man.

“So you kill one of the most important people in all of our lives, and then you decide you’re just a little too old for this? You’re fucking scum, you know that?” Alex said roughly, placing his balled up fists on the table. Leaning forward.

“I’d give anything to change that night, Alex. I’d give anything to be thinking a little clearer. To be a little more sober. To be happier with myself so that it never came about. I’d give my life right now, if I thought it’d bring James back. But it won’t, and I can’t. So all I can do is what I am doing right now. Be put away, be punished. There isn’t anything I can say that will fix things, and I don’t expect I’ll see any of you ever again. That’s what I’m doing for my penance, Alex.” Sullivan elaborated. Alex simply stared at him, staring into his eyes.

“You don’t deserve to simply rot out your days, Sul. You deserve all the fucking worst in the world for what you’ve done. But, if this is what we get. Then this is what we get.” Alex spat the words, a stern shushing coming from one of the nearby guards. Alex glowered in his seat, watching as Sullivan simply sunk further into his own.

“You’re right. I don’t deserve it, but this is the hand we are given. I do hope you and your lovely wife are okay after she saw you nearly paint the ground with my brains. I will say, I didn’t think you’d have it in you. I was wrong. Would have been a world of difference if that gun was loaded.” Sullivan said, just the slightest bit of cheek in it. Almost mocking. Even in his lowest the man couldn’t help but take jabs.

“But, there’s someone you should talk to. In fact, I’m sure they’ve already touched base with at least one of you. He’s actually coming to see me today too. Busy day before I’m forgotten forever, I suppose. One, Mr Ashton Mire. Representative of Mr Vita Mors. Reminds me a bit of myself actually. Just, a little more run-down. Good man. They might be able to help your mind, Alex. More than we ever were able to.” Sullivan went on, before one of the guards came over. Telling them to wrap it up.

“I don’t need the help of some fucking business slug and his magical Space Wizard of a boss. I hope you fucking rot, Sullivan.” Alex said, standing up quickly. Sullivan shrugged a little and nodded. If this was the last time he’d ever see the man, then he was thankful. Thankful he’d never have to deal with the weasel he once had called a friend. The weasel who had done everything to show his disdain for everything Alex had ever done.

Some small part of him was even going to miss Sullivan Pleasant. That was the worst part of it.

He didn’t even notice his feet taking him out of the visitor’s area. Back into the carpark. A cigarette hanging from his lips, absent-mindedly messaging Luna. Telling her he’d be home later. That he was going for a beer. That he was okay, and where to find him if she wanted to come for a drink too. She was busy attempting to prepare herself for the street fight. At the end of the day, he was always the scrapper. The one more akin to running people through and taking them whatever way he could.

Luna was… learning what it was like. She was a fighter, a brawler and a hard-ass motherfucker. But there’s a world of difference between what they had done, and what they were going to need to do. Animalistic didn’t even come close to describing it.

“Mr Rabenschwarz? A moment of your time, if I could?” A voice came through, breaking his fugue state. He snapped his head up, looking at a man who was standing just a few steps away. He knew instantly who the man was. Ashton Mire. The Head of Relations for Vita Mors Co.

“I don’t want none of your magic space dust, fuck off.” Alex said, spitting on the ground near his feet. A nervous laugh coming from the man. Considering how well tailored his suit was, it was surprising how slimy the man also came across. No sweat, but somehow shiny.

“I understand your reservations, Mr Rabenschwarz. Truly, I do. But I think it is fundamental that you give us a chance. Just a moment of your time, please.” Ashton said, his voice seemingly sincere. He was strangely soothing, in a way that Sullivan never was. Apparently a much better slimeball face than he ever had.

“What do you want, Mire? What could you possibly give me?” Alex asked, exacerbated with the situation. His eyes locked with Ashton who smiled, reaching into his breast pocket and pulling out a business card. He stepped forward and handed it to Alex. A simple black body business card, with a phone number in gold. Nothing else.

“We can help with a plethora of things. Mr Mors has a particular interest in helping you, not only dealing with these ‘ghosts’ of yours. But also help bring some closure to the loss of your friend, James. It’s something we… specialise in.” Ashton said, wringing his hands together. A somewhat nervous person.

“How do you know about the ghosts? And how the hell can you bring me any closure?” Alex asked, taking a long drag on his cigarette, before dropping it to the ground and crushing it under his shoe. He stepped towards Ashton Mire, visibly frustrated. Confused with the situation.

“We deal in… information that shouldn’t have. It’s hard to explain, but trust me. It is not a malicious thing. We just happen to be incredibly well-informed. Please, call that number when you can. We can help you, I promise.” Ashton smiled, nodding with a slight bow. He rapidly turned on his heel before Alex could ask any further questions.

He looked down at the card once more, shaking his head a little. Slipping it into his pocket.

“Surrounded by fucking maniacs, I swear.” Alex muttered under his breath as he turned to get into his car. Something flickering at the edge of his vision. Someone standing there. Not a ghost, but they definitely weren’t there when he turned to try and get a better look. Something flickering in his peripherals.

It was funny, how every time he thought things couldn’t get any stranger, the weirdness of the world was just waiting around the corner to get weirder.

Street Smarts
Scene Two | On-Camera

“So it comes down to this. A street fight. Ask me years ago, I’d tell you. There’s not a man in this world who can step to the plate with Alexander Raven in the streets. Ask me twelve months ago, I’d tell you. There ain’t a man alive that could go toe-to-toe with Alexander Raven in the ring. Ask me six months ago, and I’d tell you I don’t want this anymore. That’s a journey right there. That’s a fucking journey.

A street fight. Something beneath Benjamin Jordan and Samantha Marlowe. Ben’s made a big hoopla about trying to tear me down. To reduce what I do best, to something lesser than himself. That’s fine. I spend all my days being told how much better everyone is than me. I said it before, I’ll say it again. I know who the fuck I am. I’m the guy who people like to tear down. I’m the guy who people pretend it means nothing to beat, but they all scream and dance and holler at the world when they do it. Nothing and everything, all at once. Isn’t that right?

I’m still waiting on my thank you, Ben. Without me, you aren’t in this position, and that’s something to think about. This right here, Benjamin. This right here is us being the most important fucking match in all of Sin City outside of the world title matches. We’ve got that marquee spot when you think about it. And that doesn’t happen if I don’t push and poke and prod. That doesn’t happen if Luna doesn’t slam her arm right up between you. That doesn’t happen if I don’t get under your skin and beat your friends into unconsciousness. This doesn’t happen if Luna doesn’t punch your sweet friend square in the back of the head with some brass knuckles. Or take her out with a steel chair.”

“This doesn’t happen, if I don’t stab a god damn spike straight into your fucking skull.”


Alexander Raven is sitting on a dumpster. The lids closed, locked down with a padlock and chain. The dumpster is in a dingy little alley, walls covered in graffiti. Yellow lights line the walls and attempt to illuminate what little of the brickwork they can. The night sky is heavy, darkness enveloping all that exists beyond this little dingy haven of light.

“See the funny thing to me about all of this Benjamin, is that everytime I do anything. People want to see it. People want to see if I succeed or fail. It doesn’t matter who is in your spot, Ben. No, it only matters if Alexander Raven is there. And here’s something to think about. In all of this. Every week, every attack. Every match and every insult. Who are people talking about? It sure as hell ain’t Benjamin Jordan and Samantha Marlowe. No, the only names on everybody’s lips are Alexander Raven and Luna Pasilno. And because of that, you get the biggest match outside of our main events. You get to stand in my spotlight and attempt to be known for fucking anything more than being the guy who is as entertaining as dishwater. You might even get to be known as one of the people who beat Alexander Raven at his own game. Hurrah hoorah.”

“But what does that matter to you, Benjamin? You’ve already got it in your mind that I’m not worth the salt I eat, right? That I ain’t worth the water that I recycle. I’m not worth the money that they pay to keep me here, right? Because I hit my ceiling, and this ‘chair swinging nothing’ is beneath you. That it’s only through good ol’ fashioned catch-as-catch-can, real grappling that we are judged on. Our merit is only worth that, ain’t that right, Benjamin? It’s funny to me that people can say such negative things. But our current and last World Champions. They have only the best things to say about me. In fact, Finn has spoken at lengths about how I was far more deserving to be in the place of Goth. James himself had to go out of his way to train with a man he did not like, to learn a whole new style, to ensure that he could stand toe-to-toe with Alexander Raven.”

“So, it’s funny to me. That the pure technicians. That people like you, Benjamin. People like you try to belittle and insult me. Try and tear me down. Try to make what I do lesser because it is the only way you can justify your own existence. Stay with me here, I need you to listen to me. I may not be the best wrestler in the world, but I'm at least trying to be something. I’m at least out here drawing eyeballs. Being the chatter, being the talk. At least I’m the one that our World Champions have their fucking eyes on. I’m the one who people want to see, win or lose. It’s all about me, Ben.”


Sitting on that dumpster, Alex holds in his hands two objects. A staple gun and a metal spike. The two objects of pain that he had been threatening Ben with for weeks. A cigarette hanging from his lips, his wrists and hands taped up. Blue jeans, and a plain white tee. A man ready to scrap.

“But let’s get down to brass tacks, shall we? It doesn’t matter that Alexander Raven is the man that everyone has their eyes on. The man everyone is expecting to just… snap. Who knows when it’ll happen, right Ben? Maybe this little street fight is all it’s going to take. Because I got to ask you something Ben. It took every little bit of you to try and put me out at My Bloody Valentine. It took every bit of you to even come close, and that was a stark disadvantage. I ran the field, and only just lost. Do you remember how it felt at the time, Benjamin? Feeling the blood pump from your head with every breath? Feeling yourself get woozier and lighter with every beat of your heart as your body threatens to shut down on you. Do you remember what it was like to be so out of your fucking depth? Chain wrapped around my throat, and the mousey bitch firmly in your corner.”

“I think you’ll find, Benjamin. That this time things don’t just go your way. See the difference between you and I. Between Luna and Sam. Between The Conspiracy and the ‘real grapplers’, is that this is the environment in which we fucking thrive. This is the environment that we excel in. The streets? They belong to us. The streets belong to The Conspiracy. This ain’t about just swinging around some chairs. This isn’t just putting on the beating until you're black and blue, with wounds pulsing red crimson all over. No, no. Ben, a Street Fight is more than that. This is about ensuring you understand what I’ve been trying to do. To show you that just because you got the ‘skills’ doesn’t mean you get to walk around like your shit doesn't stink. You don’t get to walk around taking our opportunities. You don’t get to be the big man in the tiny little village, when Alexander Raven is the King reaping your land for every bit of tax you can pay.”

“See, there’s a certain fucking art to brawling, Ben. An art I’ve tried my hardest to show you. Something you’ve done nothing but throw back in my face. Spit in the offering I make and then pretend like it doesn’t matter. No, Benjamin. No, you don’t get to simply pretend like this doesn’t matter. You don’t get to just walk away after the horseshit of a journey you’ve gone on and pretend that I’m not the saviour of your fucking career. One week it’s you doubt yourself. The next it’s confidence in being able to out-wrestle anyone. Then it’s admitting to me getting under your skin, denying the fact that you had already admitted to it. But oh, I’m the fucking delusional one, right?”


Alex shakes his head a little, laughing to himself. He pushes himself off the dumpster and steps into the alleyway, holding the staple gun and metal spike tightly. He raises the metal spike and taps the end against his temple, smiling to himself. A man lost in his own chaos.

“You’re hot and cold Benjamin. An erratic little bi-polar puppy who throws himself from the ends of the spectrum to try and keep pace. You might be a good wrestler Ben, but truthfully? You seem to be someone who is lost in their own short-comings. Your confidence is based on what is before you, and for the first time in who knows how long. You’ve finally got a little bit of vim and vigour. A bit of confidence, and you don’t even think to thank the man who has done everything to give that to you. I’ve been more than understanding Benjamin. I’ve been so fucking understanding. But now. Now I need to show you the error of your delusions.”

“See, this isn’t a wrestling match Ben. This isn’t a thing you can control. This isn’t a match where you get to pretend to be the better man. No, this is a match where we take you out the back, throw you around, hit you with everything including the kitchen sink, and then ask if you want to come back for a second helping. See, in this scenario, neither of you are safe. Are you going to be able to put your hands on Luna? Are you going to be willing to run the blades across her face? Are you going to be willing to choke her out with the steel chain? I’ll let you in on my gameplan a little here, Benjamin. I don’t care whether it’s you, or Sam that is stuck standing in front of me, oh ho ho. No, I don’t give a flying fucking damn. I’ll put this spike through her pretty little face too if I have to. I’ll staple pieces of paper, plastic bags and garbage to her if I need to. I’ll break your friend’s pretty little friend’s neck if I need to Ben. Because I want to see what happens when you are given no other choice but to fight.”

Fight me Ben.


He presses the staple gun up against the temple on the other side of his head. And then he clicks. Two small streams of blood began to flow down the side of his face. Adrenaline pumping causes it to flow a little thicker than normal. A smile plastered to his face.

“Oh, but don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, Samantha. Oh no, no. I haven’t forgotten your pretty little head. See I think it’s sweet of you. Sweet of you to have gotten involved, stuck your nose in business that doesn’t involve you and then pretend like it was a sweet little gesture. Oh, Samantha. You don’t know what you’ve gone and done, do you? Charged headlong like a bull into a fight that doesn’t involve you, and then started demanding attention. A smart person would’ve seen that this was an attack on a man’s delusion. A bout of ensuring he was the best he could be, because I am a benevolent fucking man. You, you are clearly not a smart person, Samantha.”

“No, you see. You only felt the need to involve yourself because Luna made a choice. A choice to hurt Ben. A choice to help him see the futility of his actions. Luna made a choice, and that choice upset you. So you went to battle for your little friend. You went into action and what has it gotten you? Brass to the skull, steel to the skull. What’s next? A street fight where I get to drill this very spike straight into your head and make you wear the crimson mask. There ain’t no rules in a streetfight Samantha, and when it all comes down to it, there ain’t nobody protecting you. See I think. I think the biggest punishment for Ben’s transgressions will be to make him watch. Tie the boy up, handcuff him and keep him  restrained whilst we beat his friend’s face in. Stomp and kick your pretty little head off and then make him watch as we pin you, one, two, three.”

“Your decision to get involved, is going to mean you get your head taken clean off. You’re going to wish Ben had never put you on our radar. You’re going to wish you had never stuck your nose in our business. You’re going to wish that when that bell rings, you could go back even five minutes, so that you could taste just a little less blood. Just hurt a little less. Your bones would ache just a little less. We are going to make you regret everything, Samantha. And then, you’ll only have yourself to blame. You can look Ben in the eyes, and apologise. Apologise for getting involved. Apologise for making us hurt him through you. It doesn’t matter who it is, but know this. Luna and I, we are going to break your damn face.”


He drops the staple gun to the ground, and suddenly the world shatters. Fragmented shards descend into darkness. Three spotlights illuminate the world that takes its place. An empty, black space. In one, Alexander Raven, in another Luna Pasilno. And in the centre, two body bags.

“I live in a world of my own destruction. A King who would be the slayer of all Kings. A man who is forever torn down, beaten up and belittled. Insulted and forgotten, I am more than the sum of my parts, and the sum of my parts is this, Benjamin. I will be King again, I will be the man who they all look at. I will continue to be the man who fights back against the corruption and bullshit of those who stand above us pulling the strings. I will fight against The Conspiracies that attempt to hold me down, and when I am finally free. When I am no longer bound here, you will all thank me. Thank me for making everything I touch the most must-see action that we have. You will all thank me for bringing prestige back to the Internet Champion. You’ll all thank me for being critical in the expansion of Mixed Tag Team wrestling.”

“You will all thank me, because I did everything to ensure that you had the best of the best. You will all thank me, because of that. That is what I deserve. I am the King of Sin City Wrestling. I am the fucking workhouse of Sin City Wrestling. I am the kingmaker and I am the kingslayer. And there is nothing you can do to stop that, Ben. There is nothing you can do to stop this. And you’re welcome. You’re welcome for me making you part of my journey. You’re welcome for me giving you everything you have right now. You’re fucking welcome, Ben. You’re fucking welcome, Sam.”

“You’re all fucking welcome.”


Alex and Luna turn to face each other, kneeling down in unison. Grabbing the body bags, and slowly dragging them into the darkness beyond the spotlights. Leaving just the three shining lights in a world of darkness. The screech and cry of ravens begin to echo and bounce around the space.

“Have you been listening? I need you to listen to me.”

“The Conspiracy is here.”


And then...

Darkness.

Silence.

Nothing.
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Chapter 37: Drinking to remember

Feelings are horrible. They are a double edged sword causing the human race to do great things but also inherently stupid things. Great works of art like paintings and poetry as well as songs are mixed in with moronic acts of emotional explosion. And as much as I want to disconnect myself from that I have had to admit…

I’m no fucking different.

As much as I want to be, as much as I want to pretend, I’m. It. I’m not different from any of you. I have feelings, thoughts and needs. And Finn had decided to take everything I know everything I felt. And shatter it. Going from a place of awkward but confortable communication and cooperation to having it out and pushing me away, only to tell me he was scared of losing me.

Losing me. Those words cut me deep but also gave me a warm feeling I never dreamed I would get back. It left me confused and scared. A revelation I hated. And now I found myself back to where I was a few days ago. At home.

With a bottle in front of me.

But this was different. Going from drinking to forget. To numb myself, to break myself, Toto this. Drinking to calm myself and think more clearly. My hand wrapped around the glass, filled with straight vodka this time. No ice, just burning clear potato sweat.

My phone buzzed. I knew who it was. Kallie, reminding me about dinner again. Take two of something we tried last week, when I instead passed out on my bed like a pathetic child. This time I was ready. Finishing my one and only drink and walked toward the door, opening it to let them in. Tasmin laughed as she stepped in but her demeanour changed as she saw the glass on the kitchen bench

”Again Kay?” I tilted my head and raised an eyebrow. I was dressed in a tight white dress, my hair done, makeup done. She quickly realised her mistake and shook her head. ”Are we going to get to dinner this time?” Kallie stood behind her with a small smile. I simply gave a nod and laughed.

”yes! I am so hungry!”

I closed my eyes and sighed heavily. Part of me wanted to throttle her. She told Finn where I loved. Told him where to find me. And on one hand that annoyed me to know ends. But on the other….i was too proud to tell him and I was glad she did. ”Kallie…” she raised an eyebrow and looked over at me as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. ”is there something you would like to share with the class?”

She went silent and blinked a few times ”No?” I stared a hole right through her. Staying silent and slowly folding my arms over my chest. Her eye twitched, she swallowed. And then, predictably, she broke. ”OHMYGODIMSORRYBUTIGOTAWHOLEBOXOFAPHMAUS”

Tasmin looked at me and then back to Kallie. I sighed heavily and looked at Tasmin matching her gaze ”I know that was English. But what is she talking about?”

”A small box with a plushie kitten”

”Yeah that tracks…”

Kallie looked down at her feet, tracing circles with her toe looking dejected. Almost wimpering. ”I’m really sorry.

”Thank you for doing it…” She looked up, caught off guard by my thanking her. Tasmin raised an eyebrow looking surprised. I smiled and gave her a nod stepping forward and tapping her on the shoulder ”You’re a good friend…I was too proud and arrogant…and petty…to give Finn my address….”

Tasmin smirked. ”You? Petty? Never.”

”Fuck off…”

Tasmin laughed and I shook my head before walking over to grab my purse. Kallie cleared her throat and smiled ”Did….things go alright?” I turned and gave a nod. They did. But I didn’t want to go into specifics. I moved toward the door and opened it before stopping in my tracks with a sneer.

”The fuck are YOU doing here?”

Kallie and Tasmin stopped dead behind me wondering the same thing I was. Aaron asphyxia, Finns ex-wife, trainer at Wolfslair and general pain in my ass stood before me with a giant shit eating grin on her face. She walked in, shoving passed me.

”Sure come on in…”

”I planned too.” I sneered and folded my arms. Aaron moved through my apartment looking around with an almost impressed tut under her breath.

I stepped forward and shook my head ”I’d give you the grand tour but we were about to go out to dinner. So if you’d kindly fuck off..”

”Oh Kayla. Charming as always.”

I growled. I couldn’t help it. Her presence just made me angry. As much as I respected her attitude and skills as a trainer I hated this butch as a human being. Kallie slowly shuffled over to me, whispering low so Aaron wouldn’t hear. ”I didn’t tell her.”

”I know Kallie. Don’t worry. I’m well aware that this ratchet cunt sniffed me out on her own.”

Kallies eyes widened she had never seen anyone speak about Aaron like this. And I could tell. Well aside from Finn of course. ”Nice place Kayla. I think Finn would approve” My nostrils flared she chuckled and shook her head as Tasmin just say back, bemused. And Kallie continued looking awkward at the entire situation unfolding. ”Not that he’s been in here though…right?”

”What is it you want Aaron?”

She moved into the living room, turning and flipping down on my couch, throwing one leg over the other and relaxing. ”I want to help you”

I laughed and shook my head stepping forward toward her. ”Help me?…is this a prank? I don’t do jokes so..”

”Just shut up for a second….i know you and Finn have been….going through a rough patch.” I ground my teeth together. She smirked. ”You need to make it all better.”

”Make it all better? How? Hmm? We talked. I know he doesn’t want to lose me. I know we are more than just “tag partners.” I folded my arms over my chest again. Pushing my tits together deliberately. Since Aaron is severely lacking in that department.

Aaron narrowed her eyes. Knowing exactly what I was doing before leaning in close. ”My god you and Finn are so alike it’s scary. Neither of you morons can get out of your own way to just be happy. All because of pride.”

I moved closer. My movements methodical and slow. Tasmin walked over behind me. Opening my pantry door and taking a bag of Doritos before sitting on my kitchen bench offering some to Kallie. ”Nooo we’re going to dinner soon”

”Are we though”

Kallie thought for a moment and turned, sitting next to Tasmin and plunging her hand into the bag. ”Get out of our own way? What would you know about it?”

Aaron sneered, throwing her arms over the back of my couch like some kind of supervillain about to tell me her grand plan. ”I know you spent months throwing yourself at him. Then on the night where you and he could have had your moment you did nothing” I ground my teeth together and took a deep breath in. It was still a sore spot.

”Right. My big mistake was not fucking him. I should have learned from you and not only not fucked him but instead fuck everyone else.”

There was silence. An awkward silence where you could hear a pin drop. Only broken by a sharp inhale from Kallie as she covered her mouth in shock.tasmin on the other hand stopped with a Dorito right in front of her mouth. Aaron pushed up from my couch and stepped closer. She wasn’t angry, or frustrated. She was annoyed.

”Look, Salem witch trials Barbie, I don’t have time to go into the intricate nature of the toxic relationship that he and I had.” she raised a finger and shook her head. ”But he is an idiot. As smart and quick witted as he can be he is a barely functioning man child when it comes to love..”

I swallowed hard and stepped back ”Love?”

Aaron threw her hands in the air with an exasperated sigh. ”Yes! You idiot. He fucking loves you. A fucking blind man in China can see it…” she loved passed me and headed toward the door. ”He just needs a little push…..so think about that…and enjoy your dinner…”

She grabbed the handle and I cleared my throat. ”Aaron….thanks…” she stopped and scoffed, shaking her head  ”Try not to fall on any random dick on your way home..” I heard the door close. I was simultaneously more confused than ever. But, with clarity. I know, I’m a contradiction….

Dominance

”What is dominance?"

Kayla slowly smiles, showing her pearly white teeth and her raised eyebrows. Waiting for an answer that will never come.

”It’s a question that I’ve asked for. And something that I feel needs to be examined. At the risk of repeating myself like Giuliana does whatever she cut 50,000 promos and then decides to use the same thing over and over again I wanted to have a closer look at what it is to be dominant. Since she loves to throw that word around with her undefeated streak and try and act like it means something. So I’ll ask him what is dominance?”

She steps forward, her hands behind her back as she takes a power stance.

”I believe that dominance in professional wrestling is something you just see. As in you know it when you see it. But you can’t just be told what it is. When it comes to the bombshells division, you know that someone like Mikah was dominant. Same as Alicia Lukas and Amber Ryan. You don’t need to be told you can just see from their actions and what they did that they were the dominant forces in their time.”

“And you know that they had in common? They didn’t celebrate kicking cans. They didn’t celebrate the small victories over people who didn’t even belong in the ring with them. They strive to be the best and they want challenges day and day out. They asked to face the best and they tried to make them sure that the company brought in the best of face them. shit, Alicia Lukas talked Roxi Johnson into coming back.”

“Is that what Julianna did?”

“I’ll admit that eventually she came after me. But it took so much poking and prodding on my end to get her to make that challenge. It took Me calling her out in promos on television before my matches and mentioning her on Twitter before she would eventually make the cold come after me because I got her skin. she never looked at peoples records and wanted to challenge. She just wanted the gold belt because it was shiny.”


Kayla scoffs and shakes her head.

”Is that what being a champion is? Is that what being the top champion is? Pretending that you’re the best by having an undefeated streak littered with people who shouldn’t even be in the ring with you? Having a championship reign that is being punctuated by kicking around people who shouldn’t be allowed to be in the same room as the championship let alone have title matches? Is that the kind of champion you want to be”

“That damn sure isn’t the kind of champion I want to be. So before I get into the stupidity that you said last week let me just be very clear and frank on this. Because I feel like I need to make a mission statement when it comes to that championship and what I will do if I become the world bombshell champion. I will go and call out the best this company has to offer. I will go out of my way to go after people who are in other companies who I know can shake things up around here and be the best.”

“I will welcome the challenges from everyone. Anyone who actually has a good record around here who I think could beat me for that championship.”

“Cause what is the point of facing people I know I can beat? What would be the point in going after people who are beneath Me? People who wouldn’t be able to win if I had one arm tied behind my back had a broken leg. There is no point. Being a champion means pushing yourself and trying to elevate that championship higher as well as making yourself look better and bringing the division up to meet you. That is not something that Juliana DiMaria has done and to be frank..”

“She should be ashamed of herself.”


A small sneer comes across Kaylas face before she clears her throat an continues.

”But then again what do I expect from someone like you? You actually stood there and said that I take everything as a slight against me. Well, that isn’t exactly true. Part of Me can see why you have that impression. I take everything you do as a slight against me. Because you are everything that is wrong with this business and everything that is wrong with people getting championships when they are simply not ready. And trust me on this Juliana you will not ready. you fell into your position is champion by share happenstance. Almost like Rainman counting cards at the casino you somehow got Delta hand that was winning. And we haven’t been able to stop hearing about it since.”

“I look at you and see someone who is in a position that they don’t deserve to be in. You are holding a championship that has such an amazing lineage. A lineage of people who deserved it and some who didn’t. And instead of taking a stand and trying to be someone who deserves to have that championship you have floundered and failed and done nothing to prove any of us wrong. So when I see someone like you Walts into this company, have an undefeated record against people who shouldn’t even be challenging you, and then defending that said championship against people who don’t deserve it? your damn I take that as a slight. I take your existence as a slight. Because I am better than you.”

“I’m better than hell of a lot of other people who you have faced.”

“And as far as your little comment about me being the only one to deserve it in my mind? No. There are others who probably could’ve jumped up and had a shot at you. Bella Madison as much as I think that she rides on her family name a little too much and isn’t the woman who she needs to be still deserved that championship match against you. you could’ve called out any number of legends, you could’ve called out anyone on the roster. But you just let them handpick a bonus to shove it you who didn’t deserve it. So in this moment at this time with everyone else who is currently not in or injured, I am the one who deserves a match against you against you.”


Kayla shakes her head, getting more agitated as the moments go by.

”And the sheer arrogance in some of your statements makes me look like one of the most selfless people on the roster. And that is taking some doing because I am nothing if not arrogant. But, as far as your little rant about how I’m apparently some kind of delicate flower? I wouldn’t exactly call it that. You know what I am Juliana? I am passionate. I love professional wrestling. I might not like or love a lot of other things in my life but this business is something that I do Love and I will do everything to protect.”

“This business is somewhere that you can rise up from nothing and become something off the sweat of your own back. You are only limited by your imagination and you can do whatever it takes to get ahead. That is what this business is. This business is something that can take a little scared girl from Norwich England and make them into a star. So you sit there and call me a delicate flower because of how angry or frustrated I get about some of this? it’s passion. And if you don’t have a passion for this business that I do and you don’t want to face the best and be the best? Then drop the title and get the fuck out.”

“Leave. And don’t come back.”

“See that seems to be something else that you were wrong about. You called me a keyboard warrior. Implying that all I did was type about you on Twitter. Either that or you seem to think that I write my promos out instead of standing in front of the camera and  say them. Which I also did and called you out every single week. but what would you like me to do to get your attention?”


Kayla strokes and steps back, folding her arms over her chest.

”there is plenty that I could’ve done. I could’ve come out and distracted you during a match. I could’ve stood at the top of the rampway and just watched you. But that would’ve interfered in a title defence. And then someone else who was even less deserving would’ve held that championship. so what else could I have done? I could’ve waited until a match was over and attacked you. Made a statement by beating you into the ground and standing above you and I could’ve held that championship high..”

“But, that would have been seen as a shortcut..”

“I could have waited until I match was over and then come out with a microphone and cut a saving promo on you out there. But I had already said so much in other promos leading up to matches that I had won. It would’ve seemed like overkill. No Juliana, I needed you to be the one to open your eyes and your mouth. you were the one standing there talking about how this division needed to raise up when you weren’t doing a goddamn thing to help it..”

“Your sermonizing only goes so far. You stand up on your soapbox and you seem to think that you can lay waste the entire division verbally and tell us all that we need to step up yet when someone does you then criticize how they do it. I came at you the best way I knew how by pointing my finger in your chest and telling you over and over again that you were failure until you finally acknowledged me and decided that I was worth your fucking time.”

“And now. Here we are.”

“This main event that you wanted so much is within your grasp. The only problem is that you are now facing someone who is going to snatch it from you. I already told you why I want to be a better champion in the new and how I will go about it. But all I’ve heard from you is excuses. All I heard from you last week in your promo was the same bullshit that you have thrown at me over and over again on the show. You haven’t said anything you haven’t come up with a way that you are going to be a better champion. You haven’t come up with a way to make the division matter any more than it already has you? You have done nothing but fail and you are going to continue to fail because your attitude will not allow you to see the forest through the goddamn trees.”


Kayla takes a long deep breath and calms down before laughing and shaking her head.

”I don’t no what is going to happen. I really don’t. You and I are going to get in the ring in the main event of the biggest show of the year. One of us is going to walk out with that championship and the other one is going to have to deal with failure. people know what happens when I lose. It happened before. I’ve been defeated and watch someone walk away with my championship. And all it did was make me stronger. All it did was make me come back after that same person with even more anger and venom and take that championship back.”

“I’ve been beaten.”

“I’ve felt defeat here.”

“You haven’t.”

“So how will you deal with it. I beat you and I take that championship I go onto keep on defending it and I will make that championship mean more. But what about you? You lose and then what? Your entire identity has been wrapped around this myth that you are undefeatable. This self perpetuated bullshit where you like to go out there and Reminders so if you’re zero loss record. You fell into a championship, congratulations, you have a great win loss record based off of facing people who are not the best. but when you make that your entire fucking personality? Then when it all comes crashing down and you’ve lost you have nothing else.”

“You need to come to terms with that. You need to come to terms with the fact that I am out to take everything from you. I will take that championship, I will take your undefeated record, and I’m going to take your entire personality, every single piece of being that you are that you were perpetrated to the world and shown yourself to be, I am going to take it all from you and I’m going to leave you with nothing. then, we will see what kind of woman you are.”

“If you lose then I’m going to sit and wait, I’m going to wait and see if you pull yourself back up and come right after me with the same venom that I go after everyone else with. Because this is a warning. Giuliana, if you beat me and you don’t do a good enough job to end Me? I’m going to come back after you better better and stronger than ever because this will not be over. I will hound you with everything that I am. So you better make damn sure if you were gonna come at me you better not miss. And if I beat you?”

“You better grow some balls and come at me the exact same way. Do you want to prove that you’re a champion? Do you want to prove that you’re different from everybody else? That’s how you do it. But until that moment you are still nothing but a scared little girl hiding from the best in this business.”


Kayla shakes her head and sighs heavily. Her eyes trail down and then over to the mixed tag team championship sitting on the table, she then looks back toward the camera with an arrogant smirk etched on her red painted lips.
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Supercard Archives / Re: FINN WHELAN (c) v GOTH -WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE
« Last post by finnwhelan on April 12, 2024, 01:13:46 AM »
PARADIGM SHIFT XVII // EVERGREEN
I CONFESS, I’M A MESS. I'VE BECOME MY OWN ANTAGONIST, LOST IN A WAR I’LL NEVER WIN. SINKING LIKE I'M MADE OF LEAD DOWN THE HOLE INSIDE MY HEAD. SO IF I'M IN TOO DEEP, BURY ME UNDERNEATH THE EVERGREEN.
ARANKAI






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In the reality of it all, though, can prophecies last forever? Eventually, that forecasted story told of a possible future only matters if they’re in the near future. Otherwise, the belief in them fades away, and they become nothing more than folklore – no better than chaff upon the wind. For example, the storybook that men and women die for because they’re not able to look past their own feeble inequities – The Bible, if you’re not catching on – is full of prophecy.

Isaiah prophesied of a leader who would come from Yahweh, and he would take the shape of the sin in the world and leave everyone after him purified. Job foretold his own death. John, at the end of the Bible and probably in his acid-trip of old age, divined the entire world ending with four horsemen and demonic angels.

It’s hard to believe that books in the Apocrypha don’t fall in line with the other authors, but you know…

Everything is told how man wants it, not actual divination.

The end of the world is a story that is told time and time again, and in the early two-thousands, we had a book series that was fiction in which the rapture would happen and everyone who was not loved by God lived through the trials and tribulations of the prophet John. I can remember the chaos that disseminated from that, people thinking they knew the signs of the coming of the end of the world, and how much everyone in the non-secular circle tried to evangelize…

…or you know, The Harbinger book series came out and they predicted that the end of the world would come from the teachings of Revelation, that they had mathematically counted out the date and time. Yet that date and time passed like the end of the Mayan Calendar, and here we all stand, born from our shame and continuing our suffering.

The point of my diatribe here is to say that prophecies only matter if they happen in short spurts of time. Now, I said that this prophecy of mine would be that you fight and fight and fight and you push me hard and you show me that you want this championship, that you want everything in this world and the mantle of Champion in the face of an era that by all rights should be yours. You were the chosen one, you were the one that had the contendership and that was ripped from your very bones like the cake of an obese kid who doesn’t need another slice. You’ve had chance after chance after chance, and this time is your golden moment, the one where you’re truly going to trip me up.  Because you’re at your best.

But your best is not good enough.

It is a short time away…just a few days, and here we are on the precipice of another momentous occasion where you’ve been given yet another chance to shake the ground. You seek to throw me off my game by calling yourself fucking Jesus of Nazareth. Aligning yourself as the goddamn Messiah again in some form of allusion to the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Now, I’m all for some delusions under the sky above, but this one takes the cake. I’ve been wrestling for quite some time, and I’ve never seen someone so fucking touched in the head as to believe they are the new messiah of the world.

That pretty much goes against that cute little storybook you claim to believe, right? Didn’t the Messiah walk with the lame, hold counsel with men who were of little faith in the Lord, and be seen with the less fortunate and those dredges of the world? I can’t imagine any savior of the lost flaunting their worth with their five thousand dollar suits and looking like a pompous little prick thinking their shit doesn’t stink.

Or is it because your entire previous argument was littered with hypocrisies and inconsistencies that it would make someone with a bad neck get whiplash time and time again?

You need redemption and you’re willing to risk your career…but you’re also the best in the business and no one can hold a candle to you! But really, you’re ready to retire if you don't attain the championship. Oh, and if you don’t get this championship one more time after the billionth time you’ve failed to attain it, then you can’t rest on any of your other laurels because those don’t matter! But no insults to your peers, you just deserve more because…you think you do?

Oh and the fear comment? Cute, but nothing really in this wrestling business makes me scared. Disappointed. Annoyed. Sure. Those I can get along with, but it’s laughable if you think I fear you. The only thing I fear is losing the ones I love, and I’m pretty sure I don’t love you.

But also, the whole…The light I am shining! But also…I AM DEATH! RaRRRawaRRRexclaimationpointoneoneone!

If you were going for intimidation, try to think before you speak. I know it’s hard. You’re missing a few brain cells, but you’ll get there. Bless your heart.

And let’s be absolutely certain you understand this: I don’t fucking admire you, you limp-dicked bitchfuck. Your name was never on my bucket list, Goth. In fact, I would have been happy to have never faced you.  I think you’re a stain on this company just as much as any of the other Saviours, and I don’t think their presence is necessary either. Look on the roster and tell me how many men on this side of the bracket are men that are worth a goddamn thing? Men like Alexander Raven have risen so many times from the ashes, have come back and created something with their own two hands. He deserved this more than you. Even when fucking Michael Harris was here, he worked his ass off to become the name that everyone wanted to attack. Even fucking whatever that wanker Crimson fuck that wouldn’t get off his own dick had more charisma in his pinky finger.

There is no fear stricken into my bones by anything you can say or do. And that’s not because I’ve put you behind me, or put you on the backburner, or whatever you think I’ve done. I know you like to assume the things that I have going on in my mind, but here’s the thing: I’ve made it pretty clear that none of you have ever been right in any assumption that you’ve ever made about me. I’m scared of this, I fear losing shit, I’ve underestimated, I’m not…whatever the fuck you want to sit there and say, the fact of the matter is that when it comes down to it, I know how to buckle down and do what I’m paid for.

I don’t need accolades to make me something in the eyes of the world. The second I resigned back with the company was the moment in which Christian and Mark got excited because there would be something different than the same old diatribe that had been glug-glugged out like an old, used pornstar on her five thousandth film. I wasn’t going to use the same old stereotypes or the same tired I’ma beat you like an old man shit that everyone in this company uses to try to get under everyone’s skin.

They knew I was going to assess the situation that I had in front of me and I was going to analyze and figure out how to come out on top. They handed me Kayla as a partner when we hated each other, and look at the brilliance that’s shot out. Shiny championships since October. I screamed about wanting the Internet Championship because I wanted to be recognized as being part of the cream de la creme of this company. Instead, I got saddled with a tournament that while I was utterly disappointed, I still made the best of every chance I got.

I turn the shit I’m given into gold. Quite literally. I have two championships and you better believe that I’m not going to lose either of them any time soon.

You see, Goth…you need this. You need this redemption, this chance, this opportunity because you feel like you’ve failed miserably and you need everything this match can provide you with because you, yourself, feel like a worthless piece of trash in this company. That you’re not able to attain, that you’re unable to do jackshit, and no amount of wordsmithing yourself as the Right Hand of God can erase the fact that you believe yourself to be nothing without this championship.

That’s the first fallacy of this business. You can be the demon in the closet that keeps even the strongest of men awake at night, and not have a championship. But this ‘If I don’t get it then I’ll retire’ bullshit is trite and pedantic and already made me yawn.

Look at the championship and tell me that it deserves a man like you, who will throw everything out the window if they can’t have it this one final time. Hint.

It doesn’t.

It deserves to be in the hands of a man who will fight for it no matter the cost, and who would be willing to fight to the end of the earth, through that tribulation supposedly prophesied, if it meant to keep it in their grasp.

What war have I fought and won, you asked?

This is a never-ending one, and I continue to win over and over and over again.

Because I am evergreen, Goth. And in your own words, you’ve already told me that you’ll never last the sands of time.



••••••

He stood at the basin in the bathroom of the apartment that felt familiar, but so far away from him. In the sink drain swirled clear fluid from the tap and blood from his hands. His body shook, and he was certain that when he showed back up on her doorstep, he would be back in the world of rejection and hurt just as he’d been just over a year ago.

He’d made sure to chuck his boots over the pier and to arrive back moderately clean, but the blood refused to wash off his hands. Perhaps it was an omen that he wouldn’t come out of this as scot free as he had been. But it was family. He had no choice.

He had no choice.

She banged on the door, and his eyes darted up to it, sweat dripping down his brow and across the sides of his face. He could hear her voice, but it seemed so far away, like she was screaming across the entire river that ran down the city sides. Everything felt like it was in a tunnel now that the adrenaline had worn off, and as he stood there, he could feel every muscle in his body going limp.

What the fuck happened?!” Kayla yelled, not frantic but not angry either. It was a strange sound, he thought, to hear her sound both simultaneously concerned and annoyed.



He’d run down the street then, slamming the door to his Toyota Corolla with little more than an afterthought as he looked up at the name of the club. High Horizons. An epithet, he supposed, to the thoughts that its owner thought he had high hopes entirely. His feet slammed hard against the stairs and he merely looked at the guard with muted fury before being let in without question. Bodies gyrated and bass boomed, and Finn could barely see anything in the darkened decor with flashing lights that most clubs had these days in order to hide the criminal affairs going on.

His eyes darted across the scaffolding, looking above for any sign of impending trouble. It wouldn’t be like Kei to cause harm in front of people, but the lack of security was concerning. Normally, there would be men stationed in various, hard to see. But they weren’t there, and Finn had no clue where they could be.

He bumped into a blonde-haired club-goer who only giggled and waved at him as he tried to sputter out an apology. But it didn’t deter him. His eyes focused in on the door, ajar, upstairs on the balcony. Kei’s office. It was never unlocked, and never opened. Not unless someone was in there, or someone was in a hurry to be somewhere else.

Finn took the steps by twos, which was far too easy. He crossed the balcony area, shifting through the random tables and bartending girls, and stopped in front of the door.



Finn opened the bathroom door, and he looked down at Kayla’s face. She was utterly confused, a little annoyed, and shocked at the appearance of her tag team partner. As he turned and went back to the basin, he finished washing the final remnants of blood from beneath his nails. He braced himself then against the counter, closing his eyes and trying to settle his heart down.

What happened?” She insisted, taking a step into the bathroom. “You went running out of here and wouldn’t even wait for me and I–

I couldn’t bring you with me.” He insisted.

Yes, you could have.

No,” he turned his head and looked at her, blue eyes open and his nostrils flaring. “I couldn’t have. Believe me.



There was nothing there, of course. A whole lot of to do for nothing, he thought, as he pushed open the door and found an empty office. Dickie’s phone pinged the same location he was standing in, so he had to be in this area. Or maybe his phone was just left somewhere. He bashed his hand into the door and turned around, looking back into the sinful solace of the club.

There were multiple levels, he knew this. But getting anywhere was going to be a bitch if there was any of Kei’s guards nearby. He sighed, and then headed for the hallway, noting that when he’d been here before, there was an elevator that took a key that he just so happened to have. He grabbed his keys from his pocket as he stepped into the metal cage, closing it behind him and then looking at the controls. Four buttons. Only one required the key. He stuck it into the metal casing next to the button and turned it, pressing the button immediately afterwards.

He swore at himself halfway down the ride that he didn’t bring anything for defense into this hellhole. And then, he swore at himself that he was going to die in a fucking club that played Tiesto, but that was neither here nor there. There were a lot of things left unsaid, and here he was, diving into a fucking den of wolves for a family member again that couldn’t figure out their ass from their front.

Nevertheless, it was eerily quiet when he stepped out of the elevator.



I don’t know what started it all.” He explained, shaking his head as he sat down on the rim of the tub. “When I got in there, it was quiet. So quiet I could hear a fucking pin drop. There was nothing, not even a breath of anything in the air. I took a few steps in and it was just…silent. Dark.

Kayla leaned against the doorway, crossing her arms as she listened. She thought maybe she could interrupt, but thought against it.

There was a hallway that led to another room, and I remembered that it was one of those places that Kei liked to bring people because it was essentially soundproof with the club’s bass. I didn’t think–

That’s fucking obvious.” She scolded, rolling her eyes.

--thanks for that,” he added, replying to her. “I didn’t expect,” he amended, “for there to be nothing down there, but when I got in there…it was just the two of them. Kei had his back to Dickie and I don’t know what was said…



He pushed open the door and the blonde haired man was busy reaching for something in a cabinet. It was then that he heard the squelching sound of something being pressed into a body, and he watched as he brother stepped forward, pushing as much pressure on the back of the Japanese man as he twisted something into him.

Kei cried out, started swearing in Japanese and turned to take swipe at Dickie, who leapt out of the way while simultaneously ripping the knife that was in his hand out of the man’s body. Blood sprayed the walls, just like it did when Kei’s people tortured others down here for information, or for simply failing to follow suit. Dickie stumbled backwards, his grimy hair thrown into his face and he fell to the floor, stumbling.

Finn stared on in shock for a full thirty seconds before he looked between the squirming man on the floor and his brother, who simply stared at his own bloody hands in his own form of stupor. “What the FUCK did you do?!” He finally yelled, leaping forward and reaching down for his brother’s body.

I don’t…I just…he’s a fucking parasite…I…I….” Dickie stuttered over his own words.

We don’t kill a fucking Yakuza member in their own fucking house!!” Finn snarled, pulling him back while kicking the knife away from him. “The fuck are you, an idiot?! Goddammit!

I’m sorry, I just…

Just what, lost your fucking brain somewhere in Cambodia?

He wanted me to fucking kill you!” He swore, and Finn stopped, looking at him with widened eyes. “I…I don’t know. He just kept saying nothing was going to go right unless you were out of the picture, and if I wanted to attain…I don’t fuckin’ know, greatness or capability or whatever the fuck, I had to get rid of the problem, and the problem was you.” Dickie looked up at him with the same pleading eyes he’d given his friends when they found out he’d tried to slit his wrists for stupid reasons. “I couldn’t…I....

So you killed him instead?!

Well, it gets rid of the problem!

You…imbecile…” Kei sputtered from the floor, and rolled onto his stomach. He looked at Finn and he looked at Dickie with a venomous expression of betrayal. His eyes fell on Finn, and he crawled to his feet and launched himself at the Seattle Saint. Of course, all of this took two seconds to happen, and Finn wasn’t prepared. A fist came down into his face, though it was not with much force. However, the heavy body of the Japanese man nearly being dead weight caused him to struggle to fight back, though he tried to blockade himself from getting hit anymore by the man. Blood spattered his clothes, his hands. Anywhere Kei touched.

Until he felt the warm spatter of blood across his face as the knife he’d kicked away was suddenly in the neck of the Japanese man. Kei Hideshima fell to the floor, holding a weak hand to his neck, before the life faded from his eyes. Finn scrambled to a sitting position and then looked up at Dickie, whose hand was trembling.

I’m sorry…

A thud of raucous footsteps sounded behind the door, and a few of Kei’s men arrived. They took a look at the scene and then looked at Dickie. His hands carried the blood of their leader, and everyone knew it. Finn’s breath froze in his chest. They could do one of two things…and one of them would be a death sentence for both of them.



Finn rose to his feet and moved past Kayla, who seemed shocked at the story just as much as he was. Finn shook his head. “They accepted his murder as a play for power.” He explained, heading out into the main room with Kayla following him. “Kei is dead. Dickie reigns. This whole night has been fucked up beyond belief.


••••••

But what is the significance of the word “evergreen”?

Evergreen, Goth, symbolizes immortality and eternal life simply because their leaves continue to stay green through the entirety of winter. It’s why the pagans of the ancient world chose them during the Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year. And why the German Christians chose the Yule Tree. Everything dates back religiously to a pagan element, so why would this not be the same?

Immortality.

Eternal life.

Life and hope.

Growth.

These are all things that are representative of “evergreen”.

Throughout my tenure as a wrestler, there are things that I have done that have solidified my status at this point. I have won tournaments that no one thought I would place. I have been inaugural champion, and I have fought wars that you cannot even comprehend. My entire life has been a jumbled and chaotic mess, and what have I done time and time again except for stay eternally within the bounds of the top? Every company I join, I eventually find myself just a few matches in and I am suddenly the face of it, the man who can do nothing more than rise and rise again.

This isn’t because I’m given the world, and I am given a chance after chance. You see, ninety-five percent of the time, I’ve had to prove myself to the brass so they know just what I can and cannot do. I didn’t start out in this business the best – no, I fought for it. I’ve been a part of battles that you could never win because you don’t have the strength inside of you to pull it out of you, to become better, to fight for the things that matter. You already believe that they are yours by rights, and you haven’t had to contest for them the way I have.

I have fought friends.

I have fought with my family.

I have fought foes that would wipe the floor with your resurrected Christ carcass and I have succeeded and come out on top.

I am evergreen, because no matter what I do – if I slip and make a mistake and lose, I come right back again like an elastic band. I don’t search for redemption because I don’t need it. I don’t seek an end because I’ve still only just begun. This business is cutthroat and brutal, and the smallest amount of weakness you show, anyone will chomp down on your throat to say they’re better than you.

Eventually, the sun sets for all of us. One day, my bones may creak and my muscles may ache, and upon that day I will sit there and tell everyone that it is time that I ride off into the sunset and I’ll actually mean it. I have weathered emotional hurts, fought demons that no one can see, and yet I still ride without the thought of an accolade. I don’t do this sport to have a title attached to my name, or a list of laurels that show me as a competitor. You can have a list ten miles wide of things you have done, but ultimately mean nothing to the world once you’re gone. After all, it only cements some kind of credibility if you believe the places you’ve succeeded are credible.

I don’t know about you, but I think the fact that I am here again in such a short time says more than you would think.

The last time you won this championship, Goth, was over ten years ago. You held it for a total of sixty-three days after you hot potato’d it twice, both extremely short reigns. I won’t be a hypocrite and say my first reign was any better…thirty-five days, and I fucked it up because…well, I didn’t seem to give a shit before. I’ve held this out of your grasp now for fifty-three days alone as of today.

It has taken you ten years to get to this precipice again, and you’ve gotten a second shot in fifty-three days.

You said you were the best to face J2H, but ten years in the making doesn’t make you the prodigal son. It makes you look like you are being handed a dowry that you don’t fucking deserve.

Time and time again, you’ve tried to attain this championship. Only to have failed over and over again because in the end, you’re actually scared of what you’ll have left. Oh, you can sit there and tell me that you’ll try to be a fighting champion and that you’ll put some kind of legacy out there…but what happens when the thing you have been chasing for years is finally yours?

You lose your interest. Just like you did before. You were incapable of maintaining a defense and now, you think it will be any different? That you’ve finally become what you think you need to be for this championship?

Absolutely not.

It is the same tried tryst, a story about what you never had and the only thing left you have to acquire to mean something. If you’re going to put so much stock into a championship, you’ve already lost. Because it’s not about the championship itself. No, that is just an inanimate object set to show a placement in the stash. It doesn’t mean anything if the man holding it means nothing.

Paint yourself as Moses or the Messiah or whoever the fuck you want to stylize yourself to be in order to set yourself apart from the others but I want you to remember this loud and clear.

I am Finn Fucking Whelan, and I don’t need to paint myself as anyone other than who I am to strike hesitance in anyone that will come across me.

I am synonymous with greatness. Synonymous with the everlasting.

And I don’t need to blaspheme anything to get ahead. Go ahead. Try your luck.

Just don’t come crying to me when you come out disappointed.


••••••


I don’t know what this means,” Finn muttered, sitting on the couch and looking at the confused expression on Kayla’s face. “I don’t know what comes of all of this and I don’t know what I can do about any of it.

Dickie…Dickie runs a fucking Yakuza clan?” She sputtered, dropping down next to him once more and looking out the window onto the darkened streets of the city. Her posters seemed to stare down at the two of them, waiting for them to converse, to finally have it out and figure out what their standing was. The television was on low, a monotonous tone that at least drowned out the beating of both of their hearts. She inhaled, and then she turned to look at him. “Do you think he’s going to make that beta male dingo his underling? Because it’ll go up in flames if he does.

He couldn’t help it. He snorted and then laughed, loudly. Raucously. Like he hadn’t laughed in days and the sound of it finally lifted some chokehold on his body. She snickered slightly, and then, too began to laugh. It sounded in harmony and as if peace was near them. Like the thought of their lives having been fraught with so much and now there was the calm before the storm, a time where they could simply exist. And so they laughed.

And laughed.

Until they couldn’t anymore, gasping for breath and shaking their heads.

Once he came back to reality and the amusement faded, he leaned forward on his elbows, resting them upon his knees and looked at her. Really looked at her. Her looked at her black hair, glossy in the dim light, and her brown-green eyes, and her face. Looked at the smile she still had as she wiped a tear from her laughter away and then realized he was no longer laughing with her. He smiled, and without the hesitation he might have had barely a week ago, he cupped her cheek in his hand.

She didn’t try to block him. Didn’t try to swipe his hand away. Her smile faded and her brow furrowed.

I love you.” Finn said, quite sure of himself. Maybe it was because of the night’s events, or maybe it had simply been something that needed to be said, but out of his lips it came and there was no taking it back. But nevertheless, it was true, and it had been put out there. When her lips parted, he shook his head. “Unless you’re calling me a dickhead bitch, then I don’t want to hear anything else.

Finn.

Think about it.” He cut her off. “We’re tag team partners, and I may not show it at the best of times, but I care, Kayla. I don’t want to fuck us up. So think about it. Think about if you want to be involved in…” he waved his hand upwards, and shook his head, finally looking away from her, “this. This shit with my family. And if you don’t…well, then I get it. But think about it. And tell me when you’re ready.

He rose to his feet and smiled slightly, before taking a step around the corner of the sofa and heading for the door.

Everything would be changed. Maybe for the good, and maybe for the bad, but sometimes…

…to be unyielding and stay strong and true through all of the trials and tribulations of life were what it truly meant to be evergreen.
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Supercard Archives / Puppy Love
« Last post by HBCarter on April 11, 2024, 09:22:23 PM »

You know, when dealing with teams - whether established or relatively new - it is not altogether a bad idea to occasionally take part in random yet fun trust and team building exercises. It helps to, as the very name implies, build trust with the one that you depend on to watch your back and to better assist you and said friend in establishing a more cohesive unit, two together working as one. And luckily when you have the world wide web and an active imagination, you could be spoiled for choices in how to go about this very idea.

There are Escape Rooms. Team Obstacle Courses. Scavenger Hunts. Tree Trust Walks. You see? The possibilities are endless! Of course, when you start to think outside of the box, one never knows what you might arrive at! Including…

“Yoga?” Kat said as more of a statement than a question in itself. She cast a sidelong glance at “her princess” and in a matter of days, tag team partner, as they stood just outside of the entrance to the Puppy Love yoga studio. Currently they stood inside of the lobby, which was meticulously clean and tastefully furnished with a single reception desk and plush chairs, not stuffy hardwood. Kat paid little attention to the name of the studio itself, but the fact Carter had told her to bring her workout gear and the view beyond the lobby through the glass doors; a large room that spanned the length of the building itself with yoga mats lined all along the room.

“Your idea of a team building exercise is yoga?” She asked, causing Carter to pause with a slight trepidation and sense perhaps he had made some mistake in assumption.

He asked, “You don’t like yoga?” He motioned toward her slim midriff.”I thought with that toned tummy, yoga was your best friend.”

“I don’t hate it.”Kat stressed, the smile on her face from his warm and genuine compliment being all too evident. She added, “But I had a bad stretching experience in yoga I’d rather not repeat.”

“I heard about that incident.” Carter shuddered, waving off her concern.”But don’t worry. I checked with the instructors and it’s just a twenty minute session and they don’t do the extreme stretches here. The only person I let stretch me in weird positions is Miles.”

“Again, TMI darling.” Kat then looked around and frowned.”Twenty minutes? That’s it?” She looked at Carter and shook her head, “That’s pretty short for a session, isn’t it?”

“Well it’s an hour long.” Carter answered. “But it’s twenty minutes of yoga.”

“You’ve lost me.” Kat narrowed her brow. “What fills the other forty minutes?”

“See,” He gave her a mischievous smile and nudged her shoulder. “That’s where the trust factor comes into play.”

Kat just stared at him until Carter huffed and exclaimed, “Will you just TRUST me???” To which Kat just rolled her eyes rather playfully, stating,”Fiiine!” and she turned to head for the women’s locker rooms to change…

Nearly twenty minutes later…

“Reclining spinal twist!” The overly perky yoga instructor – somehow aptly a young twenty-something blonde named Tammy, said just loud enough so as to be heard by all of her current students, Kat and Carter included. The class was only half full but at this time of day, it was not unexpected.

Kat in her black and silver workout attire, and Carter in his own colorful contrast, followed the example of the instructor and every other student as they laid flat with their arms out to the sides to form a T. They then bent their right knee, and lightly set the toes of their right foot on their left knee. Keeping their shoulders flat on the floor, they dropped the right knee over to the left side of their body, twisting at the low back and waist. They then turned their head to the right and looked down their arm at their fingers. All present held this pose for up to 10 breaths, then switched sides, stretching the back, hips and neck.

“Okay, everyone!” Tammy gleefully called out. “Rest pose! Happy Child!”

“Is it twenty minutes yet?”Kat stage whispered to Carter who was at her left, and he just smiled in return.He had watched the clock, knowing what was to come, and this last pose had landed at the twenty minute mark exactly. Despite the fact Tammy was cheerfully annoying to the point you wanted to drive an ice pick through her forehead, she was a consummate pro and timed her classes perfectly.

Everyone in class knelt on the floor with their big toes touching. They then sat up on their heels, knees about hip-width apart. They then laid their torsos down between their thighs, and let their arms lie on the floor at their sides, hands next to hips, palms up. They then let the back of their skulls pull up and away from their necks, and let the weight of their shoulders pull the shoulder blades wide. They were holding this pose for upwards of fifty seconds when suddenly Kat felt something soft and fuzzy nuzzling up against her…

She jerked her head upright in a start and was surprised to see the floor of the class was now swarming with a mass of bulldog puppies! The puppies were running in between all of the students and over them, running literally over their bodies and under! Everyone was laughing and enjoying the playful nature of the puppies as the one puppy in particular was practically demanding attention from Kat, attention that she was only too happy to oblige!

She shifted her legs around and crossed them and the puppy took that as an open invitation to crawl into her lap, it’s little tail going a mile a minute as Kat rubbed her hands along its little body and cuddling it. She looked up with a bright smile and said, “Puppy yoga!?”

To which Carter, with his own puppy in his arms and struggling to lap away at his face, just smiled and shrugged his shoulders with a faux air of innocence.

Turnberry Towers -
An hour later….

The front door to Miles and Carter’s condominium opened and Kat entered first, followed by Carter who shut the door behind them, locking it on pure instinct. As Kat had a seat on the sofa to rest and relax a bit, Carter walked into the kitchen area to grab both of them something to drink. He grabbed two glasses from the cabinet and then opened the fridge to retrieve his pitcher of fruit infused water, his favorite drink. Carter enjoyed experimenting with these healthy concoctions and this time, he had steeped strawberries, oranges and cucumbers in a large pitcher of ice water,resulting in quite the tasty and refreshing treat.

Carter filed both glasses and returned the pitcher before bringing the drinks back to the living room and handed one over to Kat. “So,” Carter started to say as he took a seat beside his friend. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Taking a cautious drink, Kat ‘sort of’ smiled in return and said, “It wasn’t altogether unpleasant.” But she turned her head and the smile spoke volumes. “It was fun, princess. Thanks.”

“My pleasure.” Carter said, satisfied and somewhat relieved the day’s activity was a success. He then said, “I was hoping you would - oh!” He started as the “lady of the house” aka Ms. Thang, hopped up onto the sofa and gave them both the once over, her nose twitching.

“Oh hey baby girl.” Carter smiled with the love he felt for his and Miles’s adoptive little girl, reaching for her to give her a scratch behind the ears when she uttered a low growl and she turned and walked away from them both, her tail upright and effectively mooning the pair of them.

Carter turned to Kat, aghast. “What was that about!?”

“She probably smells the puppies on you.”Kat pointed out. “She’s never taken to me because she could smell my dogs.”

“Terrific.” Carter mumbled as the doorbell rang, prompting him to stand to see who was calling. “She’s going to be a handful until I get the smell off me completely.”

Carter unlocked the door and opened it, and his smile brightened, “Olive!” Yes indeed, Olive as in Olive garden, Carter’s friend and fashionista drag queen. The one Carter went to when he had a desire for something new to wear and she always came through.

“You’re early!” Carter exclaimed as he allowed Olive to enter, carrying a garment bag on a hanger in her hand. They did the expected exchange of pecks on both cheeks before Olive said in her slightly nasal voice, “Oh I know, dear. But I had a dinner date for later so I thought I should hurry over and drop this off.”

“Don’t you lie to me.” Carter shook his finger at her as she placed a hand over her breast with an innocent, wide-eyed expression that nobody was buying. “You were hoping Miles was here!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”Olive protested, but then proceeded to glance around the condo as if looking for something or rather - someone. Playing with her red hair, she asked, “But since you brought him up, where is that handsome fiance of yours?”

“Still at the gym, apparently.” Carter answered, taking a somewhat delight in Olive’s shoulders slumping and her half muttering, “Oh.”The near sixty year old drag queen had a crush on Miles from the day she met him.

“But here…” Carter said enthusiastically, remembering his manners. “There is someone I do want you to meet.” He said, guiding her with a hand on the arm to the living room where Kat stood up. “This is my friend, Kat Jones.”Carter introduced. “Kat, this is Miss Olive Garden.”

Olive gave that comical squinty-eyed, scrunchy nose and toothy smile she was famous for, taking Kat’s extended hand. “Olive.” Kat said amicably.

“Oh well aren’t you just the cutest thing?” Olive said, keeping hold of Kat’s hand. “C’mon, give us a twirl.” Olive guided Kat in a gentle spin whether she wanted to or not, and Olive gasped, “Well you MUST be a runway model!”

“And you must be blind.” Kat said in return as she resumed her seat. Olive turned to Carter and said, “Oh hunny, I like her!” Just as the door to the condo opened once again, and in walked Miles. He was wearing blue and white spandex shorts that accentuated his backside and a sleeveless muscle shirt that showed off a lot of his tantalizing upper body muscularity.

“Hey luv.”Miles said as he set his gym bag down and gave Carter a kiss, before he looked at the gaping visage of Olive. “Olive.” he smiled as he walked past them and leaned over the coffee table to give Kat a hug. Noting both Carter and Olive’s eyes were glued to Miles’s backside as he stood upright but they managed to tear themselves away as he turned at the waist to address his man.

“I’ll go get changed.” Miles said as he jetted a thumb toward the hall and their bedroom. “Then we can all go grab dinner.” He then turned and walked off, Olive doing that Michael Jackson leaning pose before she almost fell forward were it not for Carter’s fast reflexes.

“Are you okay?” Carter laughed as Olive’s gaze switched back and forth between Carter and the direction Miles had vanished in.

“I think I came untucked!” Olive said, causing Kat to spew her water!



In an empty dressing room, Carter is seen fitting something into a locker, subtly shifting his body to keep whatever it was hidden from view. Sensing someone else present behind him, Carter glanced back over his shoulder and hurriedly slammed the locker shut, placing his back against it so there was no chance of the camera nor viewers getting a look at what he was keeping away from prying eyes.

“So!”

He clapped his hands and rubbed his palms together, smiling in glee.

“Here we are! Blaze of Glory XII and me standing at the side of my Kitty Kat so that she can get her hands on SCW’s answer to a Karen, that two-faced shrew of a woman, Bea Barnhart. And to tell you the truth, from the moment Kitty Kat was looking for a partner and I accepted, I’ve been more excited because I’m experiencing something new. Ariana is my bestie, my sister and my forever tag team partner and always will be! But while she’s busy elsewhere, Kat needs me and I am going to be there for her. I get to experience something new in teaming with her, and to experience the familiar because I have been in the ring with the Bulldog before. But here’s where things have taken a slight detour, and we have the Barnharts to thank for that. Or at least, one of them. The Bulldog himself, Bill Barnhart.”

Carter stood upright from the locker, but remained between it and the camera to prevent any looky loos from seeing what was behind closed doors.

“Now, last time around, Bill asked me a question, and he told me that I was free to answer or not. Well, you know me. I’d be likely to answer whether he gave me the green light or not. I’m opinionated, it’s just what my people do.”

He winked at the camera.

“Now the question you asked me of me Bill, that we have the women start and every time one of them tags out, you and I abstain from wrestling and instead, we just tag right back out and let them resume fighting to end this little scuffle between them. Have I got that right?”

He jetted out his lower lip, chin resting atop his curled fingers and he nodded.

“Well Bulldog - or if I can call you Bill? That is an interesting proposition, I grant you. A tempting one, even. But you see, whether I accept or not there is one little problem with that, that I think we should address. I guess the nicest way of phrasing it is…”

He frowned and shook his head.

“What exactly makes you think both parties will agree to this? I mean, I’m certain Kat would be more than happy to stay in the ring to turn Bea into a can of Alpo, but Bea herself? Let’s not forget the reason why we’re here, Bill! It’s because Bea - your wife - was unwilling to face Kat one on one! She refused the option of being alone in the ring with Kat to the point the match makers had to satiate her with a mixed tag team match instead! She was willing to only sign with this match if it was a tag team match with you at her side.”

He waggled his brow.

“Do you understand what I’m getting at, Bill? It’s right back to where we left off last time around. I understand as a married couple, you and Bea have to present a united front. I understand that as a loving husband, you have to support her - even when she’s wrong. You can ignore the facts but the rest of the world can not and will not give her the same luxury! If you and I tag in and then do as you propose and I tag back out, I am all too certain that Kat will happily accept! But Bea? If she wasn’t willing to face Kat one on one, what makes you think she’ll tag back in? Hell! What makes you think she’ll even be willing to start the match against Kat in the first place!?”

Carter tilted his head and looked into the camera knowingly.

“Think about it, Bill. You’re a bright boy! This time, it seems that your wife just might have backed you into a corner that you won’t be able to get out of!”

Arms held out wide, Carter walked forward, effectively ushering the camera out and shut the locker room door behind it.
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Supercard Archives / Re: BARNHARTS v KAT JONES and HBCARTER
« Last post by Andrew on April 11, 2024, 03:42:18 PM »
MIXED TAG TEAM MATCH VERSUS KAT AND CARTER – PART TWO

After Bea has stepped out of camera view Bill steps in front of the camera where Bea was previously standing. The wrestling ring at the Walkup Skydome is behind Bill as it was behind Bea during her comments for their upcoming Mixed Tag Team match against Kat Jones and Helluva Bottom Carter.

Bill:  Bea sure did present some interesting comments, facts, and information, that is probably driving Kat and Carter more insane than the two of them already are. Bea mentioned about the fact that I want to make an agreement with Carter that whenever one of the women want to tag out that the two of us just jump into the ring to get Kat and Bea fighting again. Why would I want to do that? Because Bea and Kat have some issues they need to work out. Me and Carter don’t have any issues that I know of. In fact I like Helluva Bottom Carter for being an exceptional wrestler.

Bill gives a smile into the camera.

Bill:  As much as I want to win our Mixed Tag Temm match I honestly do not want to win the match by defeating Carter. I want Bea and Kat to remain in the ring as often as me and Carter can make that happen. That way when Bea defeats Kat then Kat would stop running her mouth and spewing forth the dozens of lies about Bea that she has been telling everyone for a long time. But you all know what type of wrestler I am. I go into every match to give my best performance. I go into every match with the intention to win the match. I would feel bad if I get the win over Carter which means we let Kat and Bea have it easy in the match. Whatever happens. . .happens...as the saying goes.

Bill gives a huge grin into the camera this time and then he informs the camera person that he will make his closing comments and when he is done with his closing comments the camera person can cut their camera feed.

Bill:  So Kat. . .so Carter. . .we will have to wait until our match starts to see how the match goes. As long as we all abide and obey the rules of our match everything will be fine. If you two wish to disobey the rules of our match then me and Bea will not be held responsible for the amount of damage we inflict upon you two. With that said I will close my comments by telling you that I look forward to our match at BLAZE OF GLORY 12.

Bill finishes his comments and he steps to the side and he goes out of camera view. The camera person calls into the Network and the Network cuts the feed to their camera and our screen goes dark.

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Supercard Archives / Re: BARNHARTS v KAT JONES and HBCARTER
« Last post by Andrew on April 11, 2024, 03:41:16 PM »
ACCUSATIONS GET RESULTS

The scene opens at the Walkup Skydome on Flagstaff, Arizona. The assigned camera person gets a shot of Bea Barnhart who is standing in front of the wrestling ring where the matches for Blaze of Glory 12 matches will take place. Bea looks into the camera to present comments for her and Bill’s upcoming Mixed Tag Team match against Kat Jones and Helluva Bottom Carter.

Bea:  I wish to thank those viewing my comments today as I have some items to talk about. The first item is the concept that ACCUSATIONS GET RESULTS and that is especially true when the majority of the accusations are false.

Bill:  Bea told me what she was going to talk about today so I will try to stay silent while she presents her comments.

Bea:  In this wrestling ring behind me our team will defeat the team of Kat and Carter. After our win that will lead both me and Bill into more Championship matches. But that is not the reason I am commenting today. My comments for today revolve around the fact that there are so many people in the world that no matter what you say they always say the opposite. I had many so-called friends who did that to me. I would tell them I like a certain music group and they would immediately comment how they hate that music group and will never listen to their music again. So a week or two later I tried some psychology on them. I would walk up to them and tell them I hate the certain music group, which I previously told them I liked to listen to, and immediately my friends, without thinking about their response, blurs out that they love that music group and they cannot understand why I do not like that group. When I call them out for being a hypocrite they then try to claim they never said they hated that group that I liked. Just goes to show that some people do not talk logic or sense as they are only capable of saying the opposite of what others say.

Bill:  And here it comes. . .

Bea:  Kat and Carter are exactly like those friends do did that to me. All Kat and Carter did was say the opposite of what I said in my first round of comments for our match. Think hard on that okay, They were not able to use hard evidence to counter nearly everything I said. Simply using words that are totally opposite of what I said and what I meant does not mean the other person, or people, are right. It only means they will say the opposite of whatever others say in a pathetic attempt to look intelligent.

Bea looks sternly into the camera.

Bea:  During the comments that Kat and Carter made it came across, to me anyway, that where I said YES they said NO. Where I said UP they said DOWN. Where I said HIGH they said LOW. The list is endless. Simply standing before a camera and saying the opposite of what I said is not classified as talking sense it is classified as just being anti whatever the other person said. If you cannot back up your counter comments then you need to be silent.

CLOSING COMMENTS

Bea:  In closing I wish to tell Kat that I hope that Bill and Carter are able to work out an agreement that when I am beating you down and you run to Carter to tag out of the match to get away from me, that when Bill and Carter enter the ring they will immediately tag me and you back into the match. This match honestly comes down to you and me and Bill and Carter are supporting roles characters. If Carter and Bill make that agreement, and they keep me and you in the ring, then I can continue to beat you down. Even if you were to get a pin or submission on me to end the match you will not leave the match unharmed. I want to beat all the false accusations you made against me out of you forever. So, Kat, have a nice time leading up t the bell to start our match. Once the bell rings, and our match starts, there will no longer be nice times for you.

Bea informs the camera person that she will now step out of camera range and allow Bill to take his place in front of the camera for his comments on their upcoming match. We watch as Bea leaves the view of the camera and then shortly after Bea leaves the camera view Bill steps into the view of the camera to give his comments on their upcoming Mixed Tag Team match.



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The camera fades in to Ben Jordan in a darkened room, wearing a dark blue suit with a black shirt. A smile on his face as he looks down the camera.

"Alright people." Ben says with a cheery smile on his face. "Hope you're all doing fantastic today."

He fires a quick thumbs up.

"I feel like I need to say sorry to you lovely people." He says softly. "So you know how these supercards work, you get double the talk, double the effort and all that but unfortunately for me, last week, I was as sick as a parrot. I'm not even gonna lie to you lovely lot and tell you I'm one hundred percent right now cause sadly, I'm not, but I ain't one to let you all down if I can help it."

Ben looks down.

"It disappointed me that I couldn't do a couple of things for ya and talk like talking was going out of fashion." Ben says honestly. "Because I love the supercard buzz, I love the bounce of it all, I love watching people be at their very best. Sadly, I couldn't do that because I was laid up."

Ben slowly nods.

"All was good, all was cracking and I was set to leave and head off back to London on Monday morning after the show but I woke up feeling like I'd been run over by a train." Ben admits. "Roughest I've felt in a long time and here we are on Thursday and I just feel decent enough to put in the work for you lovely lot."

Ben rubs his chin.

"Now I dunno if it happens to you or if I'm just the lucky one in this situation but when I get the flu, I end up with these really weird dreams." Ben says. "Like something that has been playing on me mind tends to jump up in a very lucid dream and it feels proper real. It throws off hidden meanings and for over a week, I have had these dreams. I have had dreams with a common theme. They wasn't all the same dream and some of them was just bonkers, but they all had one little theme and that was becoming the hunter."

Ben pauses for a second.

"I had a fair few of those in different settings, but one that stands out, one that jumps out." Ben says slowly. "And that good people is the one I'm gonna tell you all about. Now while that's showing you all that madness, I'm gonna get changed, because well, you'll see."

Ben points at the camera.

"Roll that stuff we recorded earlier!" Ben says with a smile.



The sounds of waves crashing against wood can be heard. The camera switched to a bright blue sky before showing the outline of an old pirate ship. The camera moves to the wheel of the ship to see Ben Jordan, dressed as a pirate in front of the wheel. The ship docked at an old wooden dock.

"Smell that salt air." He said to himself as he inhaled.

He breathed deeply but started to cough.

"What the bloody hell is that?" He asked himself.

Sam Marlowe stepped to his side, dressed in pirate garb herself. She getting her thumb towards the shore.

"Rendering plant over there." She said to Ben.

Ben turned his head and looked at her with a frown.

"We're meant to be in the bloody Caribbean." Ben told her. "Who puts a rendering plant on the Caribbean on a pirate island?"

Sam shrugged her shoulder at Ben.

"Budget issues." She told him. "Couldn't afford the Caribbean."

Ben sighed as he looked at Sam, shaking his head.

"Thought this old parody might have scored us a nice little holiday." Ben told her. "But nope. Ah well, on with the show."

Jamie Dean rushed to Ben's side and tapped him on the shoulder, causing Ben to look at Jamie.

"Ah, first mate Mr. Dean, you have returned." Ben said in a gruff voice. "What news do you have from the local tavern?"

Jamie cleared his throat and looked at Ben.

"Well I learned captain, that this certainly isn't the Island of Sirens." He said with a serious look. "Because I spent hours in that tavern and there wasn't a looker amongst them. No matter how much I drunk, pirates are not good looking people. Don't get me started on their personal hygiene."

"And Alexander the Raven and Loopy Luna?" Ben asked.

"Alexander the Raven and Loopy Luna?" Sam repeated as she looked at Ben.

"Cooler pirate names then Alexander Raven and Luna...." Ben stuttered. "Luna whatever her name is."

"But Loopy Luna?" Sam questioned.

"I've had the flu, I'm not exactly creative when it came to being flued up and coming up with cool pirate names for a bird." Ben admitted.

"Oh yeah, that's what I was there for." Jamie said interjecting. "They're sailing west from an Island a few days from here. We should be able to intercept them."

Despayre randomly wandered across the scene, looking at Ben. On his shoulder sits Angel dressed as a pirate.

"Am I in this scene?" He asked innocently.

"You are now." Ben said with a smile.

"Nice." He replied. "Candy?"

He lifted his hand, to show a bag of candy, but Ben shook his head.

"I better pass, I don't wanna get too hyped up on sugar." Ben told him.

Despayre nodded and strolled across the deck and off camera.

"Bit random." Ben said. "But I did tell people to play fast and loose with the script, but anyway. Alexander The Raven, we must hunt him, he can not get away with being a pain in my jacksy any longer."

"Maybe we should address the crew and tell them the plans?" Jamie offered.

"Good idea." Ben said as he raised his hand.

Before Ben could continue, a delivery man in a brown jumpsuit appeared on camera, a clipboard in his hand.

"Hey." He said as he looked at the clipboard. "I got a delivery of mirrors for Ben Jordan and Sam Marlowe?"

Sam looked at the man and pointed off camera.

"Just leave them over there." She said. "They're for later."

The delivery guy nodded and walked off the camera as Jamie frowned at Ben.

"This is so random." Jamie said as he looked at Ben.

"Flu dreams are." Ben told him. "But ya know, would be a right giggle if people could actually see this."

Ben, Sam and Jamie turned to look in to the camera, all three smiling, before a simultaneous serious look appeared on their faces as Ben turned around to face the people on deck.

"Your attention good hunters!" Ben yelled out.

He watched as everyone continued to do whatever work they were doing, and talking amongst themselves but a sharp whistle from Sam got their attention.

"Cheers love." Ben said to her before looking amongst the faces below him.

The camera moved around to show familiar faces of Fenris, Bella Madison, Miles Kasey, HB Carter, Laura Phoenix, Despayre, Justin Smith, Bobbie Dahl and Artie.

"We all know why we're here!" Ben said loudly.

"I'm just here for Carter's booty!" Miles shouted back.

A wide smile appeared on Carter's face but Mile's reaches over and grabs a small treasure chest out of Carter's hand before strolling away.

"Cheers bruv." Miles can be heard saying off camera.

Carter looked deep in to the camera, shaking his head slowly and frowning, before letting out a sigh.

"What you do on your days off mate, completely up to you." Ben said in Miles direction. "But we are here to hunt the man who terrorizes others and his side kick bird, Alexander The Raven and Loopy Luna."

Whispers can be heard amongst the crew and Luna's name mentioned. Ben rolled his eyes.

"I know, I know." He said. "But I couldn't come up with anything better when I started writing this.... The loose script I mean."

Ben cleared his throat.

"We have word of a location of where these two scoundrels will be." Ben said. "And we are going to hunt them down! We set sail immediately! Bobbie, you are in the crows nest for this journey!"

"Where's that?" Bobbie shouted back.

Everyone pointed up to the sky at the same time, causing Bobbie to look up. A look of disbelief covers her face.

"Are you freaking kidding me?!" Bobbie said shocked as she looked up.

Ben shook his head as Bobbie turned away putting her hand on the rigging with Artie behind her, trying to push her up the crossed ropes.

"So man your posts good people, because their crimes will soon be paid for. Let's drink to the voyage and the hunting of these two criminals!" Ben said in a strong tone.

A cheer rose from the crew as Bobbie struggled to climb the ropes. Like magic, or a video cut, bottles of rum appeared in the hands of Ben, Sam and Jamie at the helm. They lifted their bottles before taking a swig. Instantly their three faces scrunch up.

"Christ!" Ben said with a shake of his head. "Why did pirates drink this stuff? It's bloody horrible! Gimme a cold pint any day of the week."

Ben, Jamie and Sam turned their backs to the crew.

"So what is the plan?" Sam asked.

"I'm thinking we play a little music, we do a little montage and we find them." Ben said to her. "We do some funny stuff, then we go to the pub."

"Sounds like a plan." Jamie said. "I got the music covered."

"Nice one." Ben replied. "Before we do that, Jamie, what's a pirates favourite letter?"

Jamie raised an eyebrow.

"C.... Sea..." Ben said with a cheesy grin. "Get it? I bet you thought I was gonna say rrrrrrrrrr."

Jamie looked at Ben with a blank face.

"Sea.... Men...." Jamie responded. "Sea... Men.... get it?"

Ben put his hands on his head.

"Just play the sailing music." Ben told a widely grinning Jamie.

Jamie turned around, reaching in to his pocket and pulling out an device. He put it on the ships wheel and tapped a few buttons before In The Navy started to play. Ben looked at Jamie and shook his head.

"Do the montage..." Ben said with a shake of his head.

And we cut to the montage.

Justin Smith can be seen arm wrestling with Fenris, their elbows pressed firmly in to a barrel as people around them can be seen throwing money down.

We switch to Bobbie Dahl and Artie parasailing behind the ship, high in the sky with a look of fear on their faces.

Another switch shows us, Bella Madison and Laura Phoenix casually sunbathing in bikinis on modern sun loungers, both ladies holding a tanning mirror under their chins.

Another shows Ben and Sam holding a limbo stick, with Despayre and Angel working their way underneath it. In the background, Artie can once again be seen pushing Bobbie Dahl up the rigging again to the crows nest.

We cut again to Carter and Miles water skiing behind the ship as Jamie Dean snaps pictures of them as they sail along.

Finally the montage ends and returns to Ben leaning of the wheel. Sam to his left, Jamie to his right.

"Ah that was fun." Ben said with a grin.

"I thought you had more planned?" Jamie replied.

"I did, then I saw how long it was running and there's only so much you can do." Ben said.

A shout could be heard from up high and the three look towards Bobbie Dahl, who is clearly shouting down at them. The trio looked at each other and up at Bobbie but Ben cups his ear.

"What?" Ben shouts up. "Can't hear ya love."

Bobbie tries to yell again but once more, Ben shook his head,

"Can't hear a word of it?" Ben shouted up. "Can you guys?"

Jamie and Sam shook their heads, but Ben's phone starts to ring. Ben reaches in to his pocket and pulls out his phone.

"Hello?" He said in to the set. "Oh hi Bobbie, we was just talking about you. Nah, I couldn't hear a word you was banging on about. Oh really? Where? Over there, got it. Is it them? What do you mean you left your telescope down here? Well come down and get it. I know it took you two days to get up there, but ya know? Pirates need a scope. Ok, ok. I'll use my own.... Yeah, toodles."

Ben picks up his telescope and looks in the direction Bobbie told him and a smile appeared on his face.

"Ship ahoy!" Ben shouted out, getting the crews attention. "Over there!"

Ben pointed to where a ship can be seen in the distance. Ben looked through the telescope again.

"It's them!" Ben shouted as he jumped up and down. "Full sails! Load grape shot, I want their sails taken down, I don't want it sunk or we've come all this bloody way for nothing, even if your tans look fantastic."

The crew sprung in to action and the sails were dropped, cannons were loaded with grape shot and Ben navigated the ship towards the ship of Alexander The Raven and Loopy Luna.

"We're gonna get in tight from behind and hit them hard. Then we're gonna board her." Ben said before looking at Jamie. "No dirty jokes please."

"You didn't think that one through, did ya?" Jamie said with a grin.

"Not even for a second." Ben replied.

Everything went to plan as Ben sailed the ship behind Alexander The Raven's vessel and grape shot was deployed, expertly damaging the sails and slowing it down to a stop. Ben sailed his ship close to The Raven's, close enough that cannon fire would damage his own ship.

"Time to board!" Ben yelled out.

Grappling hooks were quickly thrown, pulling the two ships closer together, allowing Ben's crew to get ready to board and forcing their men away from their cannons and preparing to fight.

"Time for the big entrance." Ben said to Jamie and Sam.

He moved away from the wheel with Sam and Jamie following, and hastily made his way to the rigging, climbing up with them behind him. He looked down uncomfortably.

"I bloody hate heights but grand entrance and all." He said to them.

Ben grabbed a hanging rope and looked across as the ships got closer and with a huge leap, jumped with the rope between his fingers, but his hand slipped and Ben went crashing in to the side of the boat. The crew face palmed as Ben slid down, landing on a cannon.

"Ohhhhh, me crackers." Ben said with a wince.

Jamie looked towards Sam and shrugged.

"George of the jungle, eat your heart out." He said with a grin before he and Sam safely swung across.

Ben pulled himself up the side of the ship, being helped on by Jamie and Sam. The two dusted him off.

"I'm good, but we  should probably get to the fight scene now, cause time restraints." Ben said with a shrug.

The three reached for swords from their waistband and were instantly surrounded. The sounds of metal against metal could be heard through the ship as they paired off. Ben swung his sword, but his opponent stepped back and swung towards Ben, slicing his sleeve.

"Oi!" Ben yelled at him. "This ain't none of your Primark stuff, this is good clobber, be careful where you swing that thing!"

"Sorry dude!" The man replied, but Ben quickly kicked him out of the way.

"Alexander The Raven, Loopy Luna! Show yourselves." Ben demanded. "We haven't got all day."

The door swung open from a cabin below, and there stood Alexander The Raven and Loopy Luna, armed with swords as they stepped forward. Sam joined Ben and looked at their two opponents, but a man grabbed Ben from behind.

"Bugger off!" Ben yelled out.

The man fell to his knees as Miles Kasey dropped out of nowhere, taking the man down and nodding at Ben.

"Mate, that was assassin like moves!" Ben said. "We should give you a nickname working that in."

Ben looked at the camera and winked before turning back to Alexander The Raven.

"Your time is up Alexander." Ben said raising his sword. "You have let that mouth of yours run out of control and your actions have been nothing short of disgusting. Enough is now enough, you're no longer then man you think you are, because you will hunt no more. I am now the hunter, and I came for you!"

Alexander The Raven stepped forward, his sword raised and his eyes focused on Ben.

"I said I will destroy you and now I will..." Alexander said as he took another step forward.

Before the four could engage in battle, a cannonball flew in between them, causing all four to move their heads back and look in the direction it came from.

"No more balls flying at faces!" Ben yelled out. "Nearly had me eye out."

From out of nowhere, Jamie Dean's face just appeared next to Ben.

"Giggidy!" He said with a familiar tone and a nod to a certain cartoon.

Jamie disappears out of the shot and Alexander The Raven frowns.

"Where did you get these people?" Alexander asked.

"A lot of them just showed up." Ben said. "I don't know most of them, just stuck out the parody tweet and people showed up."

Before Ben can talk more, Alexander thrusts his sword towards Ben, and Luna towards Sam, both Ben and Sam blocking it before the two separated. Ben charges towards Alexander The Raven and a vicious sword fight breaks out, Alexander forcing Ben back against the mast and swinging for his head but Ben kicking Alexander away. As the two men attempt to engage again, a person swings in between them, missing both before a splash could be heard off camera.

"Idiot." Alexander The Raven said with a laugh.

"Swinging on those thing ain't easy." Ben told him. "I tried, hit the side of the ship."

The two continue their battle, their swords clashing against each other in ferocious attacks before Ben eventually forces Alexander The Raven up the steps towards the wheel and sweeps his leg, sending Alexander The Raven to the wooden floor. Ben turns his head to see Sam sitting on fallen Loopy Luna, Luna face down and Sam sitting on her back. Sam taps her imaginary watch,

"What the bloody hell?" Ben asked.

"I've been like this for ten minutes." Sam told him. "Not my fault this is all time constricted and a lot has been cut out. You're wasting valuable pub time, you know?"

Ben rolled his eyes at Sam.

"Fine..." He said. "I'll skip to the end."

Ben moved his sword under the throat of Alexander The Raven and looked down at him, his foot pressed to his chest.

"Do you understand this?" Ben asked.

"Not really." Alexander The Raven replied.

"Bloody hell." Ben muttered to himself. "This whole thing has been about me showing you that everything that happened to me, everything you have put me through with your hit and runs, everything you think you had the advantage with, you didn't. I've been hunting you Alexander and that's the point. You chipped away at me and you turned me in to this, you turned me in to the guy that is coming after you. This is what you wanted, you wanted to make me come after you and now I have, you're gonna regret it."

Ben pressed the sword a little closer to Alexander.

"Got it now, mush?" Ben asked.

"I broke you, now you're after me and gonna break me, right?" Alexander The Raven said.

"Yeah, let's go with that." Ben said with a shrug. "That should do it."

Ben turns around, looking at people.

"He gets it so pub?" Ben said in a loud voice. "It's his round."

Ben pointed the sword at Alexander as the camera faded to black.



The camera fades to the dark room where footsteps can be heard and the sound of metal dragging along a stone floor.

"You get it now, yeah?" Ben's voice says through the darkness. "You really understand now?"

More steps are heard and the camera focuses on a metal pipe upright on the floor.

"I think that dreams have a meaning, always have." Ben's voice says through the darkness. "Doesn't matter if it's good, or bad, winning vast amounts, or doing good deeds, or if it's loss or survivors guilt, dreams have meanings and that dream you just learned about Alexander, that has meaning too."

The camera moves up the pole and up Ben's leg to his body and his face before zooming out to show the suit is long gone and replaced with torn jeans and a white shirt. On his eyes, dark make up.

"You wanted me to look at myself." Ben says looking down. "And see what I can become, who I am, reflect on what I've done. Mate, I've done nothing but look at myself."

Ben clicks his fingers and the lights come on, showing himself to be surrounds by mirrors.

"This is what you wanted me to do and take a good hard look at myself and see if I'm the man I used to be, to see if I have any killer instinct left." Ben says softly. "Well job done, because you want to know who I am?"

Ben clicks his fingers again and a nearby mirror shatters. Ben turns his head to look at it.

"You wanted to see what was below the surface?" Ben says as he points down at the broken glass. "That's what's below the surface. A mind that can be broken that will come back and turn things around on the very person that broke you in the first place. See you thought mild mannered Ben was there to be stepped on. The easy target, but no, this is what lies beneath. This is a man who will do what it takes. Look at these broken pieces Alexander, this is what you've done and you're expecting that by doing this, you get the advantage, but what you've done is made me sharper."

Ben bends down and picks up a piece of the broken glass and looks at it.

"This edge is what you've given me." Ben says as he holds the broken edge towards the camera. "All this glass together, it a sane me but when you take it apart, it's unpredictable and what it's done to is turn around and say I'm sick of your games Alexander. I'm not running from you but you should from me, cause broken glass and broken people is a dangerous thing and out on the street, it's even more dangerous. I'm not the guy sitting around waiting for someone to come at him, this has shown me to be proactive and make the moves and that's what that dream was about, that was about me chasing you down, that was me coming for you, that was me being the hunter and that's exactly what's about to happen Alexander. It's a damn street fight, it can happen any time, and I'm not gonna be sitting there doing the wrestlers stretching or the prayers or any superstitious stuff, I'm coming for you and you're not gonna expect it."

Ben stands and looks around more of the mirrors, reflecting back different angles.

"This isn't any other match anymore, this became personal when you tried to change me and now I have, you need to remember the old saying." Ben says lifting the pole. "If you fight enough monsters, then you become a monster."

Ben looks down and smiles slightly.

"I guess I've become a monster." Ben says with a more sinister smile then usual. "Not for the first time."

Ben looks up at the mirrors around him.

"This reflection on me is not just about who I am or who I want to be, it's about who I'm gonna become, and who I will be on Sunday." Ben says with a huff. "Who I will be on Sunday Alexander is someone you will not be able to handle. You pushed me too far, you pushed me to depths I didn't want to go to. Now look at me, I'm liking being in these depths, I'm willing to sit there and see how far I can push myself and I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna make a point Alexander, not only for you but for everyone else who thinks it's a good idea to mess with me to try and make a name for themselves. It's the other way around now Alexander, cause I'm in your head, you know I can beat you, I've done it more then once, and I wasn't even this messed up when I did it. I wasn't even broken, I wasn't even switched off from empathy but now I am and if you think that's gonna give you an advantage mate, then you're out of that tiny little box of yours that sits on those shoulders."

Ben points to his head.

"I was already good before you turned me to this." Ben says as he points the pole at the broken glass. "I'm not going to get worse when you make me take a look at who I am, because I'm proud of who I am, I'm proud that I can beat you over, and over and over and over, and over again, because I'm Ben Jordan and you're not."

Ben grits his teeth.

"I'm proud of who I AM!" He says with a shout as another mirror breaks around him.

Ben turns his head to look at the mirror and smiles.

"I'm proud that you came at me and tried to ruin me, only for me to ruin you Alexander." Ben says with a reflective proud smile. "Because not only has this shown me who I can become, what I'm capable of, but it's shown you as a complete and utter failure as a person, as a human being and a wrestler. It's shown the world that you was never good enough for the top and even when you stack things in your favour, manipulate things for your own comfort zone, this little wrestler guy from East London can still beat you at your own game."

Ben tilts his head towards another mirror.

"You've broke me with your attacks, but I'm gonna break you with my skills." Ben says with a half smile. "This is going to haunt you Alexander, this is gonna screw your head up that I can beat you in over the top matches with lots of people around and me shoehorned in to that madness, I can beat you one on one and now I'm gonna beat you in a mixed tag street fight, your game, something you've made a name for yourself out of, but the wrestler is once again gonna beat the chair swinging freak that you are and that is going to play on your mind forever. That's going to screw with your head over and over."

Ben takes a couple of steps away from the glass and sits down on the floor, placing the metal bar across his legs.

"All the time you thought you was messing with me, bringing Luna in to it, attacking my friends and you thought you was just gonna get away with everything, draw me in to this match and walk out happy?" Ben says with a shake of his head as he looks down. "Well you played right in to my hands without even knowing that's what you was doing. You couldn't see the trees for the forest as we say in London, because you pretty much thought of the glory and none of the work but now, I'm going to do things to you that you never expected to see from me in your wildest dreams Alexander. Not even your messed up mind could see this one coming."

Ben grips the pole.

"No matter how much you think you broke me." Ben says firmly. "Or how much more you think you can break me..."

Ben points the pole at a mirror and it instantly shatters.

"Or how much you truly believe you can break me." He says through gritted teeth.

Ben points the pole at another mirror, causing it to break.

"Or how much more you want to break me..." Ben says looking up.

He points the pole at another mirror, for the third time, a mirror breaks.

"You can't break me enough to make me fold to you." Ben says with determination. "There's not enough you can do to break me small enough for me to fade away. You signed away yours and Luna's careers when you decided to play this game and in a few minutes, someone will be here to talk right about the whole ball of crazy that is Luna, but before I go, you wanted something from me."

He smiles down the camera.

"You wanted me to thank you..." Ben says with a huff. "Well thank you Alexander for showing me who I am when it comes to facing you, who am I?"

Ben swings the pole back across his lap, holding both ends.

"I'm controlled chaos, Sam and me, controlled chaos." Ben says with a smile. "And you're not ready for that."

Footsteps, heels to floor can be heard behind Ben as Ben lowers his head and smiles down the camera....

And this good people is where Sammi takes over....
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Supercard Archives / “Wasn’t Built In a Day Part IV: Old Wounds!”
« Last post by Harper Mason on April 10, 2024, 10:29:12 PM »
Harpin’ On With Harp, Harper’s Loft, Las Vegas, Nevada
Tuesday the 9th of April 2024, 17:00pm

(on camera, start vlog)

We open on Harper in her loft and she has a sombre expression on her face.

”I’m sure Blaze of Glory means something to everyone on the roster who’s been around for a while.” Harper sighed as she brushed some hair over her shoulder. ”Maybe they won their first title at that event? Or heck, maybe even made their debuts at the event! I’m pretty sure that’s happened at least once? But there’s only one thing I can associate with this show and it’s only tangentially related too it, I brought this up last week so I won’t dwell on it further.

Because let’s face it, having your parents murdered before you’re even twenty, never mind twenty one, is one hell of a bitter pill to swallow!”


Harper let’s out a deep breath as she leans forward on her desk.

”That is why I need to win this match against Kallie on Sunday, I don’t want my memories of Blaze of Glory to just be associated with that terrible day.” Harper lets out a sad sigh. ”I’m sure some people will accuse me of exploiting my parents’ deaths for sympathy but honestly? It’s all I’ve been able to think about since my match against Kallie was announced, well that and how excited I am for the match with Kallie because io know we’re going to rock the house on Sunday but if I can mark off “bounced back from my loss to Bobbie at the last Supercard” off the list?

I don’t think I really need to explain how I’d feel really!”


(end vlog)

Bunkers Memory Gardens, Las Vegas, Nevada
Wednesday the 10th of April 2024, 16:00pm

As the car pulled into the parking lot Harper got out of Jessie’s car with the older, visibly pregnant woman behind her.

”This is the place.” Harper muttered to herself as she checked the info on her phone. ”Just need to find where they are buried.”

”Harp, I understand why you want to do this, but are you sure about this?” Jessie asked with a concerned look on her face and Harper nodded. ”The PPV’s this weekend, we can come cack afterwards because your mind needs to be a hundred percent there, even for a filler match against Kallie.”

”But on the other hand if I don’t do this my mind’s going to be wrecked with guilt and I don’t know what’s worse heading into the match.” Harper explained before she reached into the backseat and grabbed some flowers. ”Talk about “damned if you do, damned if you don’t” am I right?”

”Yeah, that and a lose-lose situation.” Jessie sighed as she looked out towards the cemetery. ”Memory’s a bit hazy but they were buried on a hill, right?”

”Yeah, I think I remember which hill but it shouldn’t take me that long to find it.” Harper responded with a nod before turning to Jessie. ”Are you coming with me or staying behind? I know you’re four months into your pregnancy and all but they mobility doesn’t seem to be all that affected by it.”

”You haven’t seen e try to get up the stairs yet.” Jessie sighed as she shook her head. ”I can get up them just fine but I’m always worrying if a misplaced step will end in something terrible happening to my baby girl.” Jessie explained and Harper nodded as she got the idea. ”Same reason why I’m not going up that fill with you, I’ll be waiting here for when you’re done.”

”I’ll send you a text when I’m done.”  Harper responded as she held up her phone and Jessie nodded, Harper proceeded on her way into the cemetery not really paying attention to the world around her, she momentarily glanced down at her phone. ”I bet some boomer will expect me to start filming a vlog whilst I’m here.” Harper commented before shaking her head. ”No, not getting it out until I’m done.”

“You always talk to yourself?” Harper glanced up and saw an older woman addressing her.

”Nah, just got a lot on my mind, I haven’t visited a certain gravesite in over a year and I’m trying to make up for it.” Harper explained and the older woman nodded in understanding. ”You wouldn’t know where the Masons are buried, would you? Just want to make sure.”

“They are on that hill over there.” The older woman responded as she pointed it out to Harper and Harper nodded before she quickly went on her way, by the time she reached the top of the hill and knelt in front of the gravestones Harper was quite emotional.

”Mom, dad? Calling the past year crazy doesn’t even begin to describe it.” Harper muttered to herself  as she put down the two flower bouquets on the graves. ”I made it, I’m a professional wrestler now, wrestled for a whole bunch of companies, won three titles, one of which is inactive because the fed closed.” Harper let out a deep beep breath. ”Actually signed with Sin City Wrestling after Jessie went on hiatus, and then got pregnant, err, Jessie, not me! I’ve even challenged for the Bombshell Roulette Title! All things I wish that you could’ve been there to see in person, to know that your oldest daughter made the right decision to go into wrestling.” Harper lets out a sad sigh as she wipes away a tear or two. ”Jason and McKenzie are doing great, they are doing well in school, and their grades are good…….”

“We know.” Harper stopped mid-sentence and glanced around, looking for the sauce of the voices, but she was the only one around.

”Okay, I’m officially creeped out.” Harper muttered to herself before getting her phone out and texting Jessie. ”Hey Jesse, I’ve said all I wanted to say and will be at the car in a few minutes, everything good?” Harper read the massage out loud before hitting send  and heading down the hill.

A few minutes later Harper was greeted by Jessie as she waiting beside her car, leaning against it with her arms crossed. ”Just got your text, I kinda zoned out when listening to the new Krawling Khaos album, did that help?” Jessie asked and Harper nodded. ”Good, and I maintain what I said when we had that fallout last week I’m here for you if you need anything.”

”Appreciate it Jessie.” Harper responded before taking one last look at the hill where her parents’ graves were. ”Can we just get going? Gotta be getting close to dinner time right?”

”Eh, it’s not that close, but I am getting hungry, either that or it’s the pregnancy cravings.2 Jessie responded with a nod before they got in the car. ”Let’s get something to eat out, my treat.”

”Sounds good to me.” Harper nodded in agreement before getting in the car and Jessie subsequently drove off.

Harpin’ On With Harper, Harper’s Loft, Las Vegas, Nevada
Thursday the 11th of April 2024, 18:00pm

(on camera, start vlog, promo time)

As Harper started her final vlog for the match she let out a deep breath.

”My dad always said that exercise was one of the best forms of therapy, getting all that pent up energy out of your system, you know?” Harper asked rhetorically as she leaned on the desk. ”That mindset has helped me through some of the more difficult times in my life and this match may well help me with this part of my life as well! How exactly? I don’t know, especially if Kallie beats me but if I have anything to say on the matter?

That won’t happen.”


Harper said defiantly.

”And at Wasn’t Built in a Day Part IV: Old Wounds I’ll be focussing on healing those wounds with this match Kallie, we both know how good we are at wrestling and I think we both know that this could be a sleeper hit on the card.” Harper added as she leaned back in her chair. ”But that’s if I can get my head in the game, but trust me Kallie, I will do everything I can to get the win.”

It's that simple.

”While staying within the rules because unlike some people I can actually rely on my talent to get the win, isn’t that right Mercedes?” Harper asked with a grin before she shifted her weight. ”I hope you’re ready to bring your a-game Kallie because I bring mine to every match I compete in, otherwise?”

And with that Harper decided to wrap things up.

”This is only going to end one way, with me improving my SCW PPV Record to three wins and one loss!” Harper added as she grinned broadly. ”Because the world needs a new hero and her name is “The Slaytanic Avenger” Haper Mason! See you on Sunday Kallie!”

Harper turned off the camera as the scene fades.
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