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Climax Control Archives / Spin the wheel
« on: September 10, 2020, 08:56:25 AM »
What are you doing Johanna?

The words ran through her brain. Every single breath she took seemed rushed. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes, misting rain keeping the air damp and cold around her. It was the end of winter, coming into the beginning of spring. The rains had eased up but they were still wearing their ugly head when it was time for her to go out and investigate.

It had been two months since she has been here. Last time she was sitting in the back of the van, slowly staring up and down at different monitors from different cameras. It was the night that everything changed. The night when her faith in her job and her department had become shaken. Her father had told her to let it go, he told her why gave her reasons and even begged her.

She couldn’t.

She didn’t even know who she could trust. She couldn’t trust Jonas, she couldn’t trust her superintendent, clearly. There were so many friends she had in the department, so many people who she thought were good people, good offices. People who like her believed in justice and the righteous work that she was supposed to do. In Johannas mind there was a thin blue line separating what she did and what criminals did.

But now she questioned who had stepped over that line?.

So, she went out alone. It was just past 8 pm, and here she was down on one knee, her head slowly peeking around the old brick walls corner facing the warehouse door. Earlier that day she had done something that many would consider to be unethical bordering on illegal. She had gone in to a colleague‘s office, she had opened his desk and looked at local information. Intelligence on a rumored meeting at this warehouse. She should have got back up. She should have told someone she was going to be here. The paranoia had gotten to her, she looked at her phone she had flicked through names people who she had known for years, people who she trained with. People who at one point or another had her life in their hands.

It was terrifying.

She took a sharp breath in, a van slowly pulling up out the front of the warehouse. The light stayed on and then flickered three times in a distinct pattern. Johanna jumped another van that she is not even her drive up behind her flash the lights in a similar pattern. She moved backwards behind the wall, her hand shaking as she touched the brick. She was wearing a tight fitting black hoodie, the hood up over her head. Black bandanna tied around her face and tucked into the top and black jeans. She hoped this makeshift outfit would help keep her hidden.

Three men got out of the first van while two men got out of the other. She recognised one of them. She swallowed hard and shook her head so hard dropping down to the bottom of her stomach. She tried to keep down the anger, she tried to keep down the frustration. It was Jonas. Three men got out of the first van while two men got out of the second. She recognised one of them. She swallowed hard and shook her head and heart dropping down to the bottom of her stomach. She tried to keep down the anger, she tried to kick down the frustration. It was Jonas.

Officer Jonas Shultz. A man who had volunteered to team with Johanna. The man who was sitting next to her when they had seen another fellow officer at this very warehouse. He was in on it all along. She knew there was something, she knew there was a chance he was involved. But this broke her heart. They moved through the small entrance across the path and up into the warehouse the second the door closed Johanna made her move.

She moved along the grass, keeping low under the window and stepping lightly. She heard them move from the first room pushing the door open to follow, moving along the floor to stop right under the Foreman's window and listen in. “Do you have the customs paperwork?” It was Jonas speaking, stepping forward and holding out his hand.

Another man, the one who was driving the second van stepped forward and pulled out some paperwork handing it to him. “Here. I signed off on it. When the truck rolls in next week we can unload and wave through.”

Jonas smiled flicking through the first few pages before coming to the end seeing the signature. “Good. The merchandise will get out to where we need it. We need one pallet marked. We need an arrest...so we flipped a coin.” He laughed, so did the others. Johanna felt like she was going to throw up. She moved back and turned to slide out the door closing it behind her. She moved back behind the warehouse sitting on the grass outside the hand shaking she brought them up to her mouth.

She felt horrible, members of her division, of her unit, they were bringing in something illegal. Something big. And they were preparing to make an arrest through everyone else of the Trail. This was corruption at the highest level. Everything she fought against everything she hated. Tears welled up in her eyes, she pulled out her wallet looking at her badge, her fingertips slowly going over the lettering. Over her picture.

She remembered the day it was taken. How happy she was. How proud her father was. But now it meant nothing. She couldn’t trust anyone, she couldn’t go to anyone. She had already been attacked once. Everything she knew, everything she loved, was now dead to her.

But it was going to get so much worse…

Spin the wheel.

“Well that is more like it.“

Johanna Krieger steps forward. Her arms folded over her chest and head tilt slightly to the side with a smirk twisted on her black painted lips.

“After beating Johnson, I thought maybe my career would start to take an upswing. I thought that I would stop being noticed and recognised. That I would get a little bit of respect around here and maybe even some fear. And make no mistake ladies all of you who are in the bombshells division need to fear me. So, after going through that match with Johnson I ended up being overlooked for the bombshell battle royal. It pissed me off, it made me want to punch someone. But I suppose I understand. Since city wrestling needed other great names in that match like… Jesse Salco…”

As she says Jessie‘s name it hisses through her teeth. Joanna shakes her head taking a few breaths to calm down before she explodes.

“I make my feelings known, and Austin and I end up teaming together against the black sheep. And even though that match didn’t go the way we wanted it, and Ryans is a cheating douche bag. It was still an opportunity. Because we were facing people who held the highest championships in this company who are still relevant . That’s all I ever wanted, an opportunity to match the effort that I have clearly put into this company. I got it against Johnson, I got it against the black sheep, and now I’m getting it in this match.”

“You see the winner, gets to go onto violent conduct and face the roulette champion.“

“And Seleana Zdunich. Well she is a scalp worthy of a challenge. A former bombshells champion. The current roulette champion and someone who I believe is criminally underrated. The opposite to one of my opponents in this match. Mercedes Vargas. But, The roulette championship seems to be something that is right up my alley. It’s a championship where the rules are not properly defined until before the match with use of a freaking wheel. Its total chaos.”

“And I do love chaos“

Johanna can’t help but give a small laugh and her breath as she unfollowed her arms, her hand sliding to the front pockets of her torn black jeans.

“My opponents though, they could not be more different. Not just different from me but different from each other. And out of the three of us, I will say that mine is the promotional material that you should really be listening to. My words should carry weight, what I say and what I do will shape the future of the bombshells division in sin city wrestling. And I’m gonna save you all about 20 minutes. 20 minutes that you can do something else with in your lives. 20 minutes to read a book, catch up on your favourite television show, listen to some music. Do whatever you like but I’m going to give you 20 minutes right now. “

“You see, if you wait around for Mercedes Vegas to finally say something about this match and put any promotional material out on social media you are going to be waiting for a long time. Because Mercedes Vargas  likes to take as much time as she can to put out the same thing week in and week out. She will sort it in with her over inflated ego talking about all of the great things that she has done in the past. Letting us all know about the bombshells championship rains, the roulette championship rains, the fact that she has the most wins in the company and all the other stuff that she’s been able to build up over the exorbitant amount of time that she has been taking up a roster spot in this company.”

“I’m not gonna lie and say that Mercedes Vegas is not a good professional wrestler because she is. She might be one of the best ever. But she also happens to be an egotistical moron.”

“Case in point, she wants to talk shit about Jesse Salco and her losing streak in sin city. Hell I like to do that. But has Mercedes been setting the world on fire lately? A few wins here and there yes but has she been able to get herself into contention for anything? Here she is with another championship match opportunity. She beats myself and Barnhart and she gets to go to the roulette title. Right after she had her chance at getting a bombshells title shot in that battle royal that I wasn’t even in.”

“Yet she wants to accuse sin city wrestling of having favouritism towards Alicia. Pot meet kettle. And I don’t just mean because of the connotation Mercedes, it’s also because you’re dumb as a lump of iron….”

She can’t help but scoff and shake her head. But her nostrils flare as she turns back to the camera thinking about the other part of this match.

”Now, I saved you a little bit of boredom from Mercedes and her usual self aggrandising bullshit. Now we go to Bea Barnhart. If you want to go and watch one of her promos then you can go right ahead. I’m sure you’ll all enjoy Bill and Bea Barnhart's cavalcade of bad comedy and bullshit political takes that no one cares about.”

“And I would say that maybe they both need to focus more on what they are good at but wrestling is definitely not what they are good at. Hell Bea was another one of those women who got a shot in the battle royal and failed miserably after promising she was going to be declared the winner. So here’s another spoiler on what you’re going to see from the Barnharts and her stupid promo this week. I’m gonna save you another 20 minutes, that means you all owe me 40.”

“You are going to see bad comedy, followed by a lot of promises that she cannot possibly keep. With veiled threats. And that is what she does, her stupid, fat headed, ugly husband is going to be floating around somewhere in there. Along with the dog which probably has way better personal hygiene. And then on climax control both of them are going to get in the ring with me, Mercedes with her outdated skill set and ego that needed to be checked at the door so she actually could be anything more than a joke. And Bea Barnhart with her unfocused stupidity where she doesn’t even know where she is half the time. And I’m gonna beat the hell out of both of them, I’m going to go onto violent conduct, and I am going to face Seleana for the roulette championship. And claim my first, and definitely not last singles championship.”

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Climax Control Archives / Forget....
« on: September 04, 2020, 09:24:59 AM »
I’m not paranoid

It was her fourth day in a row sitting at her desk. The order coming down after her superiors found out she was attacked. Her father told her not to report it, her father had told her just to let it go. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t just let it lay where it was, she couldn’t just forget. But she told them, she filled out the paperwork. And because of that Johanna now had to sit at her desk and fill her days with mindless busy work.

Reports came in, information on arrests and charges and everything that she was involved in before all of this happened. She sifted through the paperwork sitting it to the side looking for any abnormalities while she was supposed to be filing it. She was looking for names and dates and anything that looks familiar that could lead her to exactly what was going on. She had to keep the anger buried; she had to keep it deep down at the bottom of her stomach. Every single time someone looked at her the thought ran through her brain, were they judging her?.

The police were much like any other organisation that was closed off. People would talk, rumours and innuendo spread like wildfire. And in a situation like this where there was evidence and paperwork to show that she had indeed been attacked, in the parking lot of the precinct no less, all of that ran wild. Rumors as to why questions of who and what and where. All questions that Jo wanted answered herself. Her eyes moved from her desk up to the clock sitting above the doorway to the main hall. The hands seemed to not even be moving. She only had a few minutes to go on her shift, then she could go home, crack open a fresh beer and do what she had been doing every night since it happened and drink until she fell asleep.

It wasn’t right.

it wasn’t healthy.

The doubts had started to creep in. How far did this go? How deep was this rabbit hole?. They had got to her father, they had got to her. She hated the idea that there was corruption in the police, but of course she wasn’t naive to the fact that these things happened. In her four years rising through the ranks she had not seen it to this level.

There was one person in her division who had been caught stealing evidence and selling it on the street. He was caught, he was put through the legal process, and he was fired and then sent to jail. It was right, it was justice, and it made her feel good about her job and the organisation.

But all that pride, all that love, it had melted away over the last couple of days. Not just with her mindless drone work, but also with all of the theories and feelings going through her mind. It was maddening. If she knew she would have a target, a moment, she could formulate a plan and know who to trust and what to do. But not knowing? She felt like she had a target on her back, everyone was her enemy and everyone was a spy. Everyone was ready to betray her at any moment. It’s not paranoia if it’s true right?

She had zoned out.

She didn’t even hear Officer Mueller walk you behind her. But as he reached out and touched her shoulder Johanna jumped out of her skin. “Whoa, apologies Krieger. I said hello but you seemed off.” Johanna took a deep breath and gave a lighthearted smile waving it off.

“It’s ok. I was just thinking.” And she had been, it wasn’t a lie, she was just stretching the truth not letting him in on what was on her mind. The paranoia of it all and even now knowing and feeling that this man, someone she had trusted her life to out on the streets, someone who had helped her arrest criminals could be one himself. She swallowed hard and slowly got to her feet realising the time. The shift was over, it was time to go home. Has she gathered I think she slipped a few papers into her hand, a few names had seemed familiar to her, places and dates.

Officer Muller stepped back and gave her not his eyes trailing down to the papers, and then she saw it his eye twitched, the corner of his mouth moved before sliding back up into his easy-going smile. A chill went up her spine. The next few seconds seemed like hours before officer Muller tilted his head, took a step back and spoke “Have a good night Krieger. See you tomorrow”

Johanna swallowed hard and gave him a polite smile and nod moving out towards the door. One hand gripping the papers, the other on her sidearm. No one was going to jump her again.

Does wrestling matter?

“I guess wins against Roxi Johnson don’t mean as much as she...or I..believe.”

Johanna Kriegers voice cuts through the darkness as everything comes into view. Her eyes light up as her mouth twists into an evil looking smirk.

“See, a few weeks ago I stood in the ring ready for the biggest match of my SCW career. Alex and I lost the mixed tag team titles, I was alone in a match. The training wheels taken off as it were. And if you look at my SCW career, and only my SCW career, I have been impressive. And I don’t think anyone can dispute that.”

“A championship, wins over some of the best. A brutal match with Song.”

“But all of it came to a head when I stood in the ring looking Roxi right in the eye. It was the first real test in Sin City against a sin city legend one on one. And I passed with flying colours. One on one with a former world champion and when the match was said and done I had my hand raised because Roxi Johnson made a small tap….”

“I made. A former bombshells champion. Tap.”

She can’t help but laugh with a small shake of her head. Her long blonde hair tied up high in a bun. Johanna looking more natural than usual. Instead of wearing make up and her ear pain with black leather it’s just Jo. No make up. Normal street clothes.

“I feel as if this isn’t being talked about enough. I don’t want to sound egotistical, but the truth is that my accomplishment and the threat that I possess and show in this division is being swept over and ignored. All of the talk is about Alicia going up against Jordan for the third time. All this talk about things that happened in that battle royal like Candy getting hurt, and Kiera going nuts and snapping. Meanwhile I took her wife, a woman who is a bigger legend than most people give her credit for, and I beat her in the middle of the ring.”

“I wasn’t even in that battle royal. I didn’t get a chance to earn a shot at Jordan.”

“And now, here I am a few weeks later and I’m in a tag match with former world champions on both sides of the ring. I get to team with Austin James Mercer, and I just want you all to think about that. I got to win the championships with Alex Jones the current world champion, and now I get to team with a man who burst onto the scene in sin city and became the world champion beating one of the most dominant men to ever stepped foot in this company. Because that’s what we do in Wolfslair, apparently.”

She can’t help but smile again, her arms holding over her chest.

“And Austin and I will be a very intimidating team. But with that being said I can’t just stand here and guarantee victory. Because Austin and I aren’t facing a team like say, the Trenton Tigers, no we have to go up against the black sheep. And as much as I do not like to he prays on a team all you have to do is look at the combination, look at their accomplishments, and realise that if you do not respect what they have done you’re going to be in for a long night.“

“Truth be told Austin James Mercer going one on one with Kristipher Ryans would be a main event at any climax control, any paper view, and at any company in North America or most places around the world.”

“And then, there’s the other side of it.“

“Mikah and myself. I would look like a complete idiot if I stood here and sing the praises of Mrs Johnson and completely ignored what Mikah brings to the table. Three bombshells championship rains, two of which were for an incredible amount of time. Now I will hear a lot of people use stupid excuses about her and say that she’s been out of the game for so long and that she didn’t have strong opponents and that the bombshells division now is better than it was back then.”

“Just rampant stupidity.“

Johanna raises her eyebrows with a smile her shoulder shrugging up and down as she laughs under her breath again stepping forward. Her large tattooed arms relaxing by her sides as the top corner on the left side of her lips curls upwards again

“I’m not the usual bombshell that you will see in this company. I watch, I study, I know how strong I am physically, I know how good I can be in that ring. But I’ve watched as people like me have come into a company like this full of arrogance and they’ve been beaten by their own ego. You won’t get that with me. And that is what makes me dangerous. While I can freely acknowledge and talk about the fact I am dangerous dangerous woman, that I’m strong, skilled, smart and I also know that there are people who can beat me.“

“Based on her history, Mikah is one of those people.”

“But, what if Austin and I win?. Austin gets to beat another former world champion and remind everyone that he is a 6 foot six wrecking machine. And I get to add yet another former bombshells champion to my list. And this isn’t personal, I’m not gonna go out there to try and rip her apart or embarrass her or destroy her. I’m gonna go out there to make a statement. At climax control Austin and I are going to show just how good we can be.”

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Climax Control Archives / A matter of time
« on: August 21, 2020, 10:09:59 PM »
et it go

It hurt. The back of her heads, it throbbed in pain. She was able to drive, barely. But she probably shouldn’t have. The street lights above looking blurry causing her eyes to hurt and her brain to flare. Johanna needed to get to her parents houser. Talk to her father. Tell him what happened. Truth be told she should have gone to the hospital. She should have called people she trusted ands given a statement. She knew the procedures, she knew she could go to internal affairs. But, there was part of Johanna that now trusted no one. That now hated the process.

She turned her car down her parents street pulling up out the front, Everything felt off, her moto functions labored, her legs didn’t want to moe or cooperate. But she did it, she was able to take her keys from the ignition, open the door and stand up.

She took a step forward and almost stumbled. She could hear her footsteps rattling in her mind as her heavy black boots hit the concrete, she could feel her heart beating faster as her body reacted to the stress of what was obviously now a concussion. She could hear her own breathing become labored along with her heart. Johanna could feel consciousness slipping, she could see the black curtain rolling down over her eyes. Gravity was not her friend, and for a split second she felt as if she was going to fall forward.

Something stopped her.

The will to keep going. Each step, each movement was agony. She was able to get to the door reaching out and turning it. She moved into the main hallway, she could hear her mother and father talking in the kitchen, they heard the door close and the voices lowered, suddenly becoming like whispers. Johanna was confused, she had no idea why. Her hands finding the wall as she heard her mothers voice. [color-pink]”Johanna, is that you dear?”[/color] She couldn’t muster much of an answer. English escaped her.

”Ja, mutter” It barely made it out of her mouth. It must have sounded wrong, she could hear her father's footsteps from the tiles, the door swinging open. His face looking pale as a ghost as Johanna couldn't stay upright anymore. She slid forward, her father caught her.”Thank you….I will be alright.” Her words struggled. Her father shook his head and looked over at his wife who just swallowed hard looking horrified. She could hear their voices, she knew they were asking her questions. But for some reason, Johanna couldn’t understand or answer.

She felt herself being carried, moved through the house to the couch in her fathers den. There was more talking, arguing. Johannas eyes fluttered open. ”She needs a doctor, and we should call her partner’ Her mothers voices was louder than her fathers, he was speaking in a lower register, her mother threw her hands up, exasperated and angry storming out of the room. Johanna looked up and the vision started to clear, her father sat down next to her shaking his head.

”What happened?”

She shook it off and cleared here throat thinking back to a few hours before. The attack, the shot to the back of her head, the kick. All of it flooded in, the words, the voice. ”I was leaving, I was near my car and then...I got hit..I..” Her voice trailed off as she let out a groan and sat up, her father helping her by gripping her arm and handing her a glass of water. ”He told me to stop looking, he threatened me...this has something to do with the warehouse…” It all came back, Johanna went from confused to angry, her blood boiling as she reached for her cellphone, her father raising an eyebrow.

”Jo, what are you doing?” She dialled the number, he looked down recognising it. Suddenly her father reached forward snatching the phone from her hand. Johanna looked up, confused, turning her head. ”Think this through my girl. They already attacked you once, you need to wait till you can think clearly” Part of that made sense, but her father always wanted to do what was right, something seemed off…

Johanna swallowed hard and turned her legs from the couch putting them onto the hardwood floor, her hands moving to her knees as she set the water down on the small table beside her. ”I need to report this, I need to tell the superintendent, he should-”

”No” His volume startled her. Johannas father had always been measured and calm. But this was an undue and out of character outburst. Johanna swallowed as he got to his feet and paced back and forth holding her phone in his hand backspacing the numbers. He took a deep breath and swallowed hard. ”You need to let this go Johanna.”

His voice had calmed down, it was now its regular register. But Johanna couldn’t believe what she was hearing. To let go something that was clearly a corruption and an inside job, something was wrong. Her heart sank. Her father knew, he had to. ”Let it go? You know what’s going on, don’t you?” He stayed turned away from her. Johanna shook her head ands slumped back against the couch. She felt defeated, deflated, like her whole world had been a lie. Her father set her phone down on the table and sighed heavily.

His voice was how a whisper and she didn’t need to see it, but his lip had trembled. ”They...they took my pension Johanna…” Her jaw dropped, she had no idea what to say. His pension, his lifeblood. ”They said, if I could convince you to just leave it be...it would be reinstated...I had no idea they would…” His voice trailed off. Johanna stood up and finished his sentence.

”Attack me?”

There was a little more venom than she had planned, more force. Her father sighed and slowly turned around, his eyes were filled with sadness and remorse, he gave her a small nod and sat back against the edge of his desk. Johanna stepped forward and swallowed hard. ”I told them I was going to take care of it tonight...they obviously got impatient”

She ground her teeth together, her stomach, her heart, her brain, everything burned and boiled with anger. How could anyone do this? Treat her like this, her father like this? And how could he stand of it? ”Who is they?” Her eyes blazed, her father shook his head and reached down sliding her phone closer to her.

”It doesn’t matter Jo…..in the end...nothing does…”

A matter of time.

Her fingers gripped the green glass bottle. A trademark of the Heineken brand. Johanna lifted it to her lips taking a small sip, her black lipstick leaving a small smudge on the top of the bottle as she set it back down on the bench in front of her.Her fingertips danced along the bottle moving some of the concentration away.

”What is that old saying? No use crying over spilled milk?” Losing a championship isn’t exactly like spilled milk, but the point still stands. There is no point in crying over losing something, instead you should celebrate what you did with it and that you were actually able to become something greater than yourself. That’s how I feel about the mixed tag team championships that Alex and I won. We came into the company as a team and we were able to take those championships and make them mean something again. We didn’t let them fall into mediocrity like all the teams have done before us.“

“ he and I set out to do three things. To defend the championships more than anyone else, to hold those championships longer than anyone else, and to introduce the professional wrestling world at large to what I could do. Other companies had seen me, used me and put me out there. But Sin City was going to be the glorious place of my birth of dominance. We definitely accomplished one of those things having four defences. One more then Sierra and Lachlan”

“Unfortunately we were just over a week away from being able to say that we held the championships longer than anyone else, we came so close unfortunately we were just over a week away from being able to say that we held the championships longer than anyone else we came so close. but, if you remember through all of this, every single time I sat in front of a camera and I had the chance to share my thoughts and my feelings with the fans of sin city as well as the other women employed I told them what my plans were. I’ve never hidden them I’ve always been completely honest and completely transparent with what I want to do.”

She smiles and takes another sip of her beer, a small size escaping her lips as she puts the bottle back down on the bench. She gets to her feet and slowly moves her long blonde hair behind her ears, her bright blue eyes shining as she tilts her head slightly to the side.

”I want to become one of the greatest professional wrestlers on this planet, I want to show the world what I can do. Everyone wants to be able to be the best, everyone wants to be able to say that they’re the best. But very few people can prove it. Will I be able to? Who knows that’s what I’m here to find out. For the last few years I’ve sat back and I’ve trained and I’ve studied, I didn’t want to rush myself into anything, I didn’t want to join any large companies I was happy being in the smaller ones and paying my dues. But when Alex came to me and wanted me to join sincerely I jumped at the chance. I wanted to come here because I looked at the bombshells division and knew that not only could I be competitive, not only would I be tested, but I could be one of the best. When people think of wolfslair they think of Alicia as the best female in the gym. And the group.”

“And I won’t deny it, Alicia Lucas is one of the best professional wrestlers on this planet. But, is she the best in the group in the company? Just how good am I when it comes to all of that? Well, now is my time to prove it and to show just how good I can be.“

“Now is my chance to get in the ring with the best of the best, out of the confines and limitations of the mixed tag team division.“

“Now is my time to prove my worth, to see where I fit in this division. To earn my way up to any of the championships in this company. Whether that be the Internet, roulette, or the crown jewel of the bombshells division and sin city wrestling as a whole. And that path but I need to walk starts this week. And what a start it is, you say I’m not just facing some random name on the roster. I’m facing a bonafide legend.

Johanna laughs to herself shaking her head from side to side.

” I get to get in the ring against Roxi Johnson. A former bombshells champion, a woman who is known around the world for being one of the best professional wrestlers on the planet. A woman who will push you and test you and make you question whether or not you should even be in the same room as her. There are a lot of people in this company who would love to face Roxi, and there are some people in this company that would do everything they could to avoid facing Roxi. Now me? I’m in the first category I love the idea of being able to get in the ring with a woman like her. I may be cocky, I may be arrogant,I may think I can beat anyone in this company or any company.”

But, I also know when someone could beat me. And I am keenly aware that Roxi Could be me, and walk away smiling. I am fully aware of how good she is. Recently she was able to recapture the bombshells championship, it’s no easy feat, but she did it. And she’s always at the top of her card and always at the top of her game and truth be told there is always a certain amount of intimidation when you get in the ring with someone like her. But then again, with me you have the question of the unknown don’t you Roxi?”

“Sure, you’ve studied me, you’ve seen me tagging with Alex, you’ve seen me in a few singles matches against people like Bella Madison. But there’s always that question nagging at the back of your head, just how good is this woman?. Can she go? Or is she just talking blaster like some other women who have come into this company and phased out, fizzled and been gone?“

“Climax control, the question gets answered.“

“What does it mean for sin city? You see if I beat you Roxi, I get bragging rights and a new star is born. If I can prove that I am better than you on this night then suddenly a shudder goes up the spine of the entire division and they realise that there is a brand-new horror show coming for them. But if you beat me, and I put up a fight, then I just lost to a legend but show the world what I can do. I do respect you Roxi I hope you realise that, and I’m smart enough to know that as a veteran you know that I’ll be coming for you and that there is a large Target on your back, whether you are the champion or not your scalp is worth a hell of a lot.“

“But this is win/win for me. And I am looking forward to showing you and the entire world what I am capable of. Good luck Roxi, because trust me, you are going to need it.”

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Supercard Archives / Wolfslair v Sass N Bash
« on: July 30, 2020, 08:37:10 PM »
 
Corruption

It had been weeks since Johanna and her father had left her superintendent's office. Weeks since Johanna had reported what she saw and directed him to0 the proof. But there had been nothing. No word on the officer in question, no arrest, reprimand or even rumor of investigation. Johanna had a dark feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something was wrong, something was being hidden and she was in the dark.

The only things that had changed were her fellow officers and her father. The officers she didn’t care about, they had always treated her differently due to her father and her family's history, but her father. He had become withdrawn from her. Drinking more, not able to look her in the eye. This bothered her more than she let on. She sat at her desk, mit was almost the end of her shift, she had not been called for any task meetings, not asked to patrol or chase up a lead.

Johanna just watched the clock, watched asd it ticked down to another boring day where she would just collect her paycheck. This isn’t why she joined, this wasn’t why she followed her father's footsteps. The clock struck 5. Johanna sighed and grabbed her jacket throwing it on before walking out towards the front door, then she saw it. The officer from the tape, leaving the superintendent's office, he laughed, turning around and shaking her boss's hand.

Johanna’s jaw dropped. She quickly slid back behind the wall, she watched as they talked and joked before hearing words that sent a chill down her spine ”I’ll take care of Kriegers daughter..” She took a sharp breath in and shook her head. She knew a coverup when she saw it. Johanna turned and moved towards the back door of the building. She slipped out the door and walked around to her car.

She went to unlock the door when there was a sudden hard shot to the back of her head. Her face hit the frame of her car and she went down, everything went fuzzy as she laid on the hard concrete of the parking lot, a few more shots hit her but she was already out of it. Then she heard a voice, it came down from above with a viral spit like poison. ”Stop looking, leave it alone. Just do your job elsewhere. This was a warning. Next time we won’t be so nice”

Whoever it was chuckled, he gave her one final shot kicking her in the ribs as he walked away. Johanna laid there for a few moments, the pain shooting through her body as she slowly got up, she grabbed the door handle to help her up looking at herself in the window of her car. There was a cut on her forehead where she hit the car, it trickled down the side of her face and went through her hair. She got in her car grabbing some napkins from her glovebox wiping the blood away, she sneered and gripped the steering wheel.

She was angry, angier than she had ever been. This was a coverup, her boss was against her, a man she knew was friends with her father. Her father, it suddenly ran through her mind. Did he know?. Was he a part of this? Her heart sank, but she needed to know. She was going to find out, and it wasn’t going to wait.

She looked in the mirror and her nostrils flared, she started the engine and backed up to speed off to see her father. But the anger was still there.

Maximum effort

Johanna hated this. Being on a cruise ship.; Even if this year it wasn’t going anywhere, just staying docked. The swaying of the ocean was still there, the smell of the salt air, the squawking of the seagulls. She turned up her nose looking out over the balcony, watching the sun dance across the waves.She shook her head and sighed before beginning.

”Here we go again. You’d think by now Bella    Madison and I would be sick of seeing each other. Singles matches, tag matches, running into each other backstage, at catering. I swear I’ve seen Bella face to face more than I have seen members of my own gym since I got to SCW. And I get why. We are the mixed tag team champions and the division right now has some amazing teams in it and Sass and Bash are right up there.”

“We have Mikah and Kris Ryans team, there’s the Barnharts, London Underground are still here, the good shepards and yes even the Trenton Tigers are a thing.”

“But the team on top of the world, on top of the mountain is, wolfslair. For over 160 days we have been the champions, we have defended the titles more than anyone else and that means we have the proof of being able to say we are the best mixed tag team in the world. And it nis up to all those teams to beat us and take our throne. But, this time, going into Summer XXXtreme we have a team who has never had a one on one shot against us. Well, here’s their chance…”

Johanna chuckles to herself moving through the room, her hands gliding over the pristine surface of the small bench in the kitchen area of her room.

”I want to make it perfectly clear. I don’t dislike Bella or Malachi. I think they are a good team. But the problem is they are facing a GREAT team. Alex and I have been dominant since we stepped in an SCW ring as a team. And who has challenged us?. Who has been able to get in that ring and look like they were going to take the titles from us? The elders? Nope. Trenton tigers? Nope. Sass and Bash failed in a triple threat match. But now they think they will fair better team vs team with no one else?”

“Look, as I said, I don’t hate Malachi and Bella. But I won’t be as nice as Alex was. See he wants people to step up and stand up, he’s doing this so Malachi can get better and Bella can realise her potential. Me? I don’t really give a shit if Malachi becomes the next big thing or Bella gets a championship and her “big win” to prove she is as good as she believes.”

“All I want to do is destroy people, get paid for it and show that I am a dominant champion. And that is exactly what we’ll do. Malachi is a good athlete, he’s a talent for sure, but he’s facing a legend. Alex is one of the best to ever be in a wrestling ring. Championships everywhere, tournament wins, over a decade of dominance. Alex is a beast in that ring. And me?”

“Well Bella knows all about me, don’t you Bella?”

“You have tried time and time again to best me in the ring, but each time you have been found lacking. And it’s not because you’re not talented dear, it’s not because you’re not a decent wrestler or tough. It’s because you’re simply not as good as me. You try to put forward this bad girl persona. Hell it’s even in the name of your team. Sassy?...you think being Sassy is a trait that intimidates anyone”

Johanna couldn’t help but laugh and roll her eyes. She folded her muscular arms over her chest and sighed deeply

”Face it Bella, you’re a sweet little girl full of respect and admiration. And there is nothing wrong with that. You just don’t have it in you to pull the trigger like I do. See, if I’m angry enough I break people. If I need to, I break bones, and end careers. And I don’t feel bad about it. That isn’t you Bella. You don’t have the callous nature needed to do that. But I do. And in this match when we get tagged in to face one another, if you don’t give up and show your heart and soul to the millions of people watching at home, then...I’ll break you. I’ll beat you...and I will walk away with my championship held high..with no regrets...no remorse…”

“That is the difference between us. And that is why you will always lose…”


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Climax Control Archives / Third time's a charm
« on: July 17, 2020, 06:39:02 AM »
 
What have I done?

Johanna sat up straight, her hands holding her hat on her lap as she was dressed in her best formal uniform. The jacket done up to regulation. Her posture pushing her chest up and forward. She was nervous, her hands were steady but her eyes darted from side to side. The heavy wooden doors opened, her father stepped out and let out a large laugh. Next to him stood Superintendent Herstod Vakt. He was the one in charge of her division, her boss. The two men smiled and spoke a few words, an inside joke. Another laugh. Johanna swallowed hard and tried to calm herself.

She had only spoken to her Superintendent a handful of times. He was always so busy dealing with her direct superiors. Johanna, while a talented officer and worthy of a future in the force, was not that high on the totem pole. She swallowed again trying to stop her throat from feeling dry. Then her father saw her, he gave her a warm grin and motioned her to walk over. Jo pushed to her feet, her long blond hair was up and back in a bun, no strand was out of place, only basic and plain makeup, her leather shoes caught the glint of the light above. Not one scuff mark to be seen.

As she approached she kept her chest up and out, her back straight and her eyes on them both. She stopped and kept her feet together as her father made the introduction. ”I’m sure you remember my daughter Johanna old friend. She’s been working with your young sergeants.” He gave the Superintendent a wry grin, Superintendent Vakt looked her up and down and laughed under his breath.

His voice was calm and measured but with a small hint of favor. He was familiar with her. ”Yes of course. I’ve heard much about the young blond pitbull pup.” Johanna resisted the urge to crack a smile. Pitbull was her father's nickname in the force. To be thought of in the same way, even in passing filled her with hope.”Don’t be so stiff and tense Constable Krieger. Your father has informed me you have something important to discuss.”

Johanna swallowed again and her jaw fluttered. She had thought and assumed her father would tell him everything. She slowly looked at him, her father just gave her a small wink. ”I thought it appropriate you present it all.”

”Of course father.” The old friends looked at one another and Superintendent Vakt turned and led Johanna into his office, her father stayed outside. Johanna looked around, she saw his desk, the awards and photos. Including one of him and her father when they were younger, large mugs of beer in their hands. Johanna couldn’t help but smile.

Vakt’s voice startled her out of her gaze. ”That was the day after I got promoted.” He smiled and seemed to relax now they were out of the hallway, away from the other officers. Vakt sat at his desk and motioned for Johanna to take a seat across from him. ”Please” She gave a nod and moved across sitting down placing her hat in her lap, along with a file she had brought together. ”Now, what is it that you need to bring to my attention?”

Johanna took a long deep breath, she pulled the file up placing it on Vakt’s desk, she started to explain all of it. The stakeout, the warehouse, her superior acting strangely. All of it laid to bare with the evidence of a fellow officer entering the restricted and suspicious area. Vakt sat and listened. He said no his hand on his jaw, his glasses had been pulled over his eyes to read the evidence presented. When she finished there was an awkward silence. Vakt cleared his throat and got to his feet taking the file with him.

He removed his glasses and gave another smile, not as warm as before, but he was trying to make it seem that way. Johanna felt strange getting to her feet to meet him. ”Thank you. Thank you for bringing this to me. I will make sure it is looked into.Now, leave this with me and please ask your father to join me in my office.” The delivery of the words seemed off. Cold. The mood in the office had changed, the air was now heavy. Johanna backed away and gave a small nod.

She moved out from the large wooden doors, her father was waiting, he got to his feet to greet her. She smiled and he took her hands. ”He is going to look into it, but he has asked you to join him.” Her father laughed and gave her a nod. He gave her a small kiss on the forehead and walked towards the office, Johanna’s stomach feeling strange. She was worried. And had no idea why.

Third times a charm

Her eyes slowly opened. A deep blue framed by a dark black eyeliner. Her skin was pale white her cheeks had a black wall paint. Johanna Krieger was in full war garb. She smiled, but it was more of a sneer, her lips were covered in black lipstick making her teeth seem even sharper gleaming in the light from above.

” still the champions. Just like Alex and I told you we would be. The Trenton Tigers were never going to be a challenge for a team like us. People who are so delusional should never be allowed to challenge for championships, they should never be allowed to be prevalent on television. Yet for some odd reason management has a soft spot for them. They are cuddled, they are spoiled, they are favored.”

“But unfortunately best laid plans to make stars at our expense have failed. There is so much talk in the mixed tag team division about who the faces of the division are going to be. Who the leaders of the division of going to be. The Barnhardt are running their mouths, the Tigers still think they should be in the running, new challenges from faded legends in Kris Ryans and Mikah have now also entered the conversation. Alex and I have continued to be the shining lights of the division. We have taken the championships over and we have made them an even bigger prize and they were before. But that doesn’t fit the narrative that some in this company want to tell.”

She folded her arms over her chest. She tilted her head sideways as a few strands of blonde hair moved down across her face, the rest of her blonde dreads with different colours braided through came to rest on her leather jacket. She raised an eyebrow and continued

”But oh how interesting it is when on climax control I will be facing one half of the team who expects to take the championships off myself and Alex. The team of sass and bash. How adorable. And Little Miss Bella Madison, someone who seems to be so ready to shop the world and to keep pressing her own narrative. The one where she actually believes herself to be a world-class competitor and someone who belongs in the ring with me. The truth is for the last three years I have been professional wrestling’s best kept secret. It wasn’t until I moved to America and I started training with Alex and with Alicia that I started to get the recognition I deserved.”

“I traveled to many different companies, I took on the best of the best, and then after walking into sin city wrestling I became a champion in a very short amount of time. Others struggle, others crawl and scrape, others take so long to make any sort of impact in this business and in this company yet I did it so fast. And so many turn around and say that I hitched my wagon to Alex, of course others say that Alex is using people like myself and Austin and Alicia to keep himself relevant. It’s amazing how many people can’t keep the story straight so they will make excuses”

“The thing is though, Bella doesn’t make excuses. I may not like her attitude, I may not like how she is this smiley little girl. But I admire the guts and determination that she shows to get better.”

“I admire the fact that unlike teams like the trend Tigers Bella and Malachi have never demanded or asked for anything. All they have ever wanted is a chance. A chance that has been taken from them time and time again over the Trenton Tigers. Sass and bash never got a one on one shot they got inserted into a match and then the Tigers got a shot right afterwards and I have to question why?. Sass and bash beat them, we beat the Tigers in our triple threat match, yet somehow Bella and Malachi got overlooked.”

Johanna sneers and shakes her head pacing back and forth.

”But not now. Now Bella and Malachi have been positioned as challengers and while I personally believe they deserve to be here, I also have to point out that against me..Bella never looks strong. She and I have a past in our short careers here and every time. EVERY SINGLE TIME, she has come up short. And as we head into Climax Control she has a chance to prove everyone wrong and to “overcome” her failures. Something that she has said time and time again. And as I said, I admire the determination. But….”

“Words...are never enough.”

“Actions Bella, actions are what matter and this match is about more than just two professional wrestlers going toe to toe. I beat you and that will get in your head, and it will make it even harder for you and Malachi to come into Summer XXXtreme to challenge us. And how will you feel Bella...letting Malachi down...again?.I’m one of the best wrestlers on this planet Bella, and beating me is no easy thing to accomplish. And I have been hidden away in tag team matches and matches against people who don’t matter, like Song who came in and then disappeared after taking a shot at the mixed tag titles that she and her partner didn’t deserve.”

“So now, now you have a chance to prove you can overcome your failures and me?...I have a chance...to hurt you. And make no mistake Bella, I will fucking hurt you…”


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Climax Control Archives / Repeat offenders
« on: June 23, 2020, 06:38:24 AM »
 
Case Closed

”You look tired Jo”

She was. Truth is she was exhausted. It had been a week since her last assignment. A week since she sat in that cold van in the pouring rain, a week since she stared at those monitors and saw a member of her profession break the law. And in that time, she had barely slept, barely eaten. Johanna took a long deep breath, her fork in her hands twirled around the cold spaghetti noodles on her plate. Her mother tilted her head looking worried, forlorn and sad. Her eyes moving over to her husband. Johannas father. He was a high ranking member of the police, a captain. Someone respected and admired.

Johanna had always wanted to be like him, like her mother who had also been an officer. Like her two older brothers who had followed their parents just like Jo did. It was the family business.

But now she sat at her family‘s dinner table. Her mind travelling elsewhere, a body feeling week due to the lack of sleep. Her mind kept travelling back to that moment, she felt guilty a black hole in the pit of her stomach. And when she did sleep she was start of the week by nightmares. What if she didn’t tell them? What if she found out that a member of the force that she had given the last 5 years to was corrupt?

The thought cycle in her brain over and over again. But she could feel the eyes on her, her mother’s worry, her father‘s interest.

They both knew their daughter well enough to know if something was wrong. Her mother had always been more hands on, always trying to get into Jos brain and see what was there. But then one of them who actually got there was her father. She was closer to him than anyone else, and he was closer to her than he was with his other children. It was the typical daddy’s girl relationship. He doted on her, she always wanted to make him proud and knew he was there for her. Her mother knew it, she cleared her throat taking the plates to the sink and leaving the room.

Her father slowly closed the newspaper, put in on the table and clasped his hands together. ”I can see something is on your mind. We all can. The last few days it has gotten worse.” Jo shifted, she swallowed hard as dread came up from her stomach. She couldn’t lie to her father, she knew it, she felt it. He wanted to get it out of her. ”I’ve known it when something is wrong since you were a little girl. I’m always here to talk…”

He was right, he had always been there for her. For anything. Not that Johanna was a troubled child. She had always been the model student and daughter. Never got into trouble, always was courteous and respectful. That’s why this haunted her. Thats why she was troubled. If the profession her family had been in, that she chose and believed in was cracked, didn’t she have an obligation to try and patch it?

She took a deep breath, her father smiled warmly and went to stand up, Jo finally spoke, her voice cracking a moment at the start. ”Last week…” She stopped for a moment and took a small sip of water before clearing her throat and turning to make eye contact. ”Jonas and I, we were on a routine surveillance stop….the warehouse out in Mittelfranken…” He was listening, settling back in his chair, an eyebrow raised. ”Jonas and I observed Officer Breenhaut, in plain clothes enter the warehouse….Jonas turned off the equipment...refused to log it even under special forces..”

She shook her head, hoping maybe he had been undercover, maybe he had been there making a routine inspection or needed something legitimately. But the days after and Jonas’ reaction. Jo knew something was wrong. ”That is highly irregular, did you tell any other superiors about it in fraud?” Johanna swallowed hard, she hadn’t, she hadn’t said anything to anyone. ”No, I was ordered not to. But...it feels..”

”Dirty?”

He finished her sentence, Johanna again gave a small nod looking down, her father reached out, his hand finding hers giving it a small squeeze. Johanna smiled and looked up, her father gave her a nod. ”Tomorrow...we’ll go and see your captain, he’s an old friend...it’s ok Jo…” She breathed deep, she was relieved, it was off her chest. She trusted her father, trusted his instincts and she knew he trusted hers. Now, maybe...she’d be able to sleep.

Repeat offenders.

Johanna was like a caged animal. She was pacing back and forth, her long hair was down, her body covered in black clothing, tight jeans and a Wage War shirt. She snarled as she shook her head.

”We told all of you. We warned you. But you did not listen. When Alex and I started teaming everybody wondered how we would go and question if someone new to the company and a veteran would be able to click the way we did. We didn’t even need to clean the racks, we were just there in the mixed tag team title heart. We won those championships and from that moment we have done nothing but make the mean something. The other champions of this division tried to do something but didn’t push themselves the way Alex and I have.”

“They ended up being more concerned with single Schorie. And don’t get me wrong I would love to hold one of those three female titles over my head one-day. But not before I have made the mix tag team championships one of the most desirable titles in all of wrestling. Not before I have stamped my dominance over this part of sin city wrestling. Thing is I’m still looked at as the X factor of the team.”

“With Alex you know what you’re getting, you’re getting a veteran with years of experience of not only being one of the best in the world but also being a world champion.”

“Intimidating to prepare for but at the same time at least you know what you’re getting. With me, it’s much harder to plan. I have been in many different companies I have shown how good I can be I have beaten a few names but in the end, when I walked into this company I was just known as the weird German tattooed girl who was a member of Alex‘s gym and now a member of his group.”

She sneered again, turning her nose up. Her eyes filling fire as she recounts the rolled eyes and dismissive nature of everyone in the locker room when she had signed her contract and turned up on sin city wrestling climax control.

”But over the last few months everyone has started to take notice. People have started to really look at me and think I might have a future as one of the best of the best. And I’m gonna prove it by teaming with Alex until such time as we either clear out the division, or a better team beats us. We know we’re not unbeatable, we know they could be a team who could beat us on a really great night for them, Helen part of me believes Bella and Malachi could have if they tried harder.”

“Bella and Malachi impressed me. And anyone who knows me knows that that is actually hard to do. I’m usually aggressively dismissive of other people, because in my own world and my own talents I need to show that I’m the best because I have been pushed down for so long, but even I have to admit those two brought a fight to ask that we weren’t expecting.“

“With that being said Alex and I walked out of into the void still the sin city wrestling mixed tag team champions and I want to fence away from holding the record for most offences, less than two months away from being the longest raining, and we are begging pleading for more competition.“

“But the Trenton Tigers? That ain’t it chief.”

She growled, she folded her arms over her chest and let out a small laugh.

”They tried, they failed. They tried to win the titles in the match that we originally won them in. They tried Adt into the void. They were the ones who got beaten they were the ones who took the pin. Sludge is nothing but a fat slob, and Victor is a pretty boy he doesn’t know what day it is because he’s too fucking stupid. Alex could take either of them in his sleep, and Char?, Daniela?...”

“I already told the world what I think about them. Daniella has tried so hard in sin city underground and also sin city wrestling to make a name for herself, and each time she’s failed. She doesn’t have the fire, she doesn’t have a passion, she doesn’t have the guts or the skills to be on the same level that I’m on. She doesn’t have the same skills to be on the level of anyone here. She’s not a future Internet champion, she’s not a future Roulette champion, and she’s damn sure not a future bombshells champion.“

“But me? I can be all of those things.“

“You see it doesn’t matter to me which member of the Tigers is across the ring. It doesn’t matter to me which one of them just decides to magically appear in the ring. It could be one that we never seen before, it could be all of the Tigers against myself and Alex at one time. But that’s not gonna change the result of this match. At climax control ladies and gentlemen, Wolfslair become the most fighting and defending mixed tag team champions of all time“

“Then we set our sites on the longest reigning record. And we dare anyone to stop us. Bella and Malachi, London Underground, team eggplant, hell get Mercedes Vargas to dig up Kain and get them to come after us, because in the end we are the ones in control.”

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Supercard Archives / Wolfslair V Trenton Tigers V Bella and Malachi
« on: June 04, 2020, 12:20:48 AM »
 
Chaos and Dissonance

It was pouring rain. It had been for days. It just didn’t seem to let up. It was winter in Munich. early winter. Still cold, but not so cold to make things freeze. An unmarked black van sat on the street, a figure approached, short in stature, a huge coat over their body. They reached out opening the back door of the van stepping in, a young man in black tactical gear turned to look with a smirk on his face. ”Enjoy your walk?”

The figure chuckled, pulling the hood back revealing long strawberry blonde hair tied back in a bun. It was Johanna Krieger. But she was younger, her face was softer, not covered with war paint or dark make up, her hair was smooth and clean, not done in braids with different colors. She pulled off the coat hanging it up showing she too was in police tactical gear. A black long sleeved turtleneck and dark blue cargo pants, the bottoms tucked into hightop black boots.

She tuned and sat down next to the other office, putting a headset on to stare at a wall of monitors in the back of the van. ”It’s horrible out there. Has their been any movement?” He slowly shook his head, sliding a notepad in front of Johanna, she smirked reading it out loud. ”Friday, the fourth of december, twenty fifteen. Nine AM to 10 AM...no movement….10AM to 11AM no movement…” She chuckled and slid the pad back watching the screens.

There were many different angles covering a building, Johanna tilted her head looking at each one slowly, studying it, waiting for something, anything to happen. She slumped back in her chair and folded her arms over her chest. It was boring, the time ticked slow, the clock barely moving. Johanna hated this. She had always hated this part of the work. Paperwork, surveillance, waiting and waiting.

Her father told her it would be like this.

Johanna had joined the force right out of high school, She graduated at 17, joined the training program and went through the ranks. She had become a fast rising star and at 23 was now a part of an elite organised crime taskforce. But, it was not all rosey. Many were jealous, many believed Johanna had been pushed ahead due to her family’s legacy in law enforcement. Her hard work had not gone unnoticed. But, there was doubt. Were they right?

Had her father pushed her behind the scenes?

Johanna had no idea, but she hated the feeling. She loved her job, she loved knowing she was keeping people safe and helping those in need. It was her family business. It was what they all did. Her grandfather, her father, her brothers. She was the first woman though in 80 years to be a police officer. She wasn’t going to fail. She couldn’t fail….

”We have movement…”

Johanna looked to her left, the screen covering the east entrance to the building. Two men were entering, Johanna leaned forward studying them, taking notes on height, weight, hair color. Then it hit her. One of them was a police officer. It sent a chill through her spine. Was he undercover? Was he in danger? She turned and grabbed a hardcover binder, flicking through codenames and code signs for different officers assigned to criminal elements. She stopped at a page and moved her finger reading it as fast as she could.

”I don’t think he is meant to be there, I think...what are we watching?” She swallowed hard, the other officer sitting next to her slowly moved to the side, flicking a switch ending the recording.”What are you doing Jonas?” He was her superior, he had worked with Johanna for months, handpicking her to be his back up on these operations. But this was strange and out of character for him.

Jonas moved around pulling Johannas chair around to look at her face to face. ”We didn’t see anything Jo.

”But we-

”NOTHING….WE SAW NOTHING…” He raised his voice, Johanna jumped and swallowed before looking over all the other monitors, she slowly gave a nod. Nothing else was there, he had stopped the recording, one angle one moment and her word wouldn’t be enough. ”I understand...we saw nothing…” Her heart sank. She was helpless. She didn’t even know what it meant, she just knew...it felt wrong…

Stupidity is contagious

A crack of the knuckles, a stretch of the neck. Johanna Krieger was ready with a small inhale and smirk.

”Sin City Wrestling. My home. My company. A place that saw me and took Alex’s word that I would be a positive for any division I was put in. And slowly, it has been revealed as true. Alex went to bat for me and I will forever be in his debt. And as such we have become a dominant tag team. So dominant in fact that some members of Sin city wrestling have become confused and disorientated. Probably through drug use.”

“Or they were born stupid. I’m not sure yet.”

“But, before I get to that level of dumb please allow me to indulge myself.”

“I have said in the past that many in the Bombshells division should feel lucky I am in the mixed tag division instead. And I meant it. But let me elaborate why. See in the mixed tag division I only have moments and spurts in the ring. I have times when I am tagged and I run through my competition like a small angry German tank. If I was left to my own devices?. If I was unleashed on the Bombshells division?. Kate, Candy or Andrea would fall to me, very quickly. And I would hold one of the titles. And much like the mixed tag titles..they would be very very hard to get off me…”

Johanna chuckles to herself and pauses raising an eyebrow.

”But I know both teams this sunday will try. See at Into the void, Alex and I could lose our titles without being involved in the decision. We could be beaten without being beaten. That, to me, is a problem. See Malachi and Bella, they seem to want to show respect to champions and give it where it’s due and while I can appreciate that, I don’t see it changing what I will do in that ring. You see, Bella is someone I have already beaten and dominated, she is someone I have weighed and measured and been found wanting.”

“Malachi is someone who has lost his sharp teeth and has gone from being a rabid dog, ready to attack, bite and win, to being a house pet. Smiling and happy. Alex touched on it and honestly...it’s fucking pathetic.”

“I would never get into a relationship in this business and you two are a prime example as you why. Bella is a sweetheart, a smiling happy child in a grown up world. And Malachi has softened and become just like her.”

“That is no way to have a relationship in professional wrestling. You should encourage determination and anger. Encourage strength and being vicious.You do not defang someone….but that is what Bella has done. So, I’m sorry, while you are both great athletes, you’re toothless...and will be destroyed..”

Johanna laughs to herself, picking up a beer and taking it down fast before putting the glass bottle on the table.

”But, being toothless is better than being stupid. Now, I don’t know about the rest of the Trenton Tigers. See Char Kwan seems to be somewhat smart, Brandon looks dumb as paint, Vector doesn’t even know what day it is but Daniela...Daniela is the lead queen of stupid. First off, Miss Ridgers, the DVR thing...it’s not clever. Second, you clearly don’t know what you’re talking about. You have bhad failed run after failed run here and each time you try and talk yourself up while never...ever recognising your betters.”

“And at first it confused me. How could someone be that delusional to believe themselves and their group, a group that collectively has lost more matches than they have won and doesn’t look like the world beaters that they would have you believe. I mean, Daniela stood there last week and said that Alex and I don’t work well, while members of the Tigers are a well oiled unit…”

Johanna slowly looks over at her mixed tag team title belt then back at the camera.

”That right there says otherwise, you dope. It says Alex and I are the best team in SCW currently. We can say that, you can’t. Because you have no proof. Just your word, which means NOTHING Daniela. And considering you have no idea what I’ve done ion SCW while saying otherwise just proves that you’re not delusional...just dumb as fuck…”

“You said you’d seen me compete, yet talked about losses. What losses?. I have had draws, double DQ’s, wins, title wins. But losses?. No. I have not been pinned or submitted in Sin city wrestling. A double DQ doesn’t count. But sure Daniela, just have a look at things on face value instead of doing real research. But then again, you said Bella had potential to be a champion, you gave her some respect and sung her praises...when I have already beaten her…”

“All of you need to realise, that becoming a champion means you have to be better than the people currently holding the titles and truthfully...neither team has what it takes to beat Wolfslair and at into the void...I will be happy to hold the mixed tag title over my head...and laugh..”


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Supercard Archives / Wolfslair V Trenton Tigers V Bella and Malachi
« on: May 27, 2020, 08:27:27 AM »
 
I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt
Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work
For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough
'cause we, are just gonna be, enemies
As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us
Coming to terms, where we can agree
There ain't gonna be, no reasoning, speakin wit me
You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a English
-Eminem

German War Machine.

Being faithful to yourself is the most important thing in life. To be able to look in the mirror and know that you did everything you could to live up to your own morals and standards as well as advance the quality of your life and those around you who you happen to care for.

But what if staying true to yourself is what will bring pain to your family?

This was the situation I found myself in a few years ago. I was working as a police officer. I was walking a beat in Berlin. Nothing too major, most of the time I was called to break up domestic disputes and fights in bars. In fact, I did paperwork more than anything else. The bane of law and orders existence. But then, there were the times I hated. I had to deal with the real scum of life and society.

Not people who made mistakes.

Not people forced into the extremes of life out of fear or necessity.

No, the people I hated dealing with the most were those who profited off the pain and addiction of others. The men and women who injected poison into the world we all live in. Those who had too much money to be chased down and brought to justice.

Justice. Novel concept.

A world where we are all kept in line and looked at as equal. It doesn’t matter what the colour of your skin is, it doesn’t matter what your sexual orientation is, it doesn’t matter what god you pray too. You break the laws of society, you bring pain to others...and you should be punished.

That world doesn’t exist. That world is a fairytale pushed as an agenda by those in charge.

I saw this too late, I saw it unfold in front of me as sick, twisted, horrible human scum would be released as quick as they were brought in just because they greased the right palms. My dream of being like my father was shattered and I was left disenfranchised and broken. I needed a release, a reason to fight. The first time I walked into a gym and trained, the first match I had, the first time I lived the life of a professional wrestler it made sense. It felt right.

And I was always going to go to war….

Last Week.
Las Vegas

“Bitte Johanna, komm nach Hause”. Her Fathers voice was deep and commanding. Almost as if it wasn’t a question or request but an order. Despite moving from Europe, despite now being in South America on a holiday, living in North America and working as a successful professional wrestler and having many friends at her home base in New York, her father still pleaded for her to come home. To leave it all behind.

To go back to the job that almost destroyed her soul.

The life that made her lose all faith in humanity.

She took a deep breath as all the thoughts ran through her mind. The need to say something, anything, but wanting to phrase it in a way that would not come off as disrespectful. Deep down, Johanna was still a daddies girl. She still loved and respected her father, still acknowledged his contributions to her own moral code. But that was why she could never go back to that life. Her father turned his back on the corruption, her father accepted it as part of “the job” and “the life”, something Johanna never could. The silence grew between them, her heart sank as she managed one word. Not even in her mother tongue as she had become used to speaking English.

“No…”

There was another strained silence, a deep sigh and a sound of acceptance. Her father now switching from German to English to match his daughter and youngest child. “Can’t blame me for trying, can you?. Please, be careful, your mother sends her love Jo.” She held it all in, the emotion, the pain. The fact she did want to at least visit them but was terrified that if she went home if Johanna allowed herself to walk in that door, she might never come back. “I love you both. I’ll send presents. Goodbye Vater.”As she hung up the phone and ended the call her heart ached. Her body shook as she tried to calm her mind that now ran a million miles a minute.

She was in Las Vegas, she was supposed to be enjoying her time off, pre Into the void. After working for two companies for three months, having matches and appearances all over the US and only having one single loss on her record  A great start to her international career. Both rose city and SCW had given her opportunities, she enjoyed them both, the companies had different feels and different locker rooms. She was here to relax and recharge before going back out there, to go in with a relaxed body and focused mind. But this, this didn’t help.

This was crushing.

This was painful.

This was family.

Johanna put her phone on charge, left it face down and turned away heading out of her hotel room slamming the door behind her. She moved out into the warm night air, while it was still just out of winter it was warmer than New York and much warmer than she had experienced in Germany, the summers there not having the same heat.

Her leather jacket slid over her upper body as she moved along the sidewalk. She felt lost, she felt alone. And she felt angry. Above all, it was the anger driving her as her heavy boots stomped down the concrete path. She was only days away from returning to the ring, days away from returning to that life. If she was going to be angry, why not use it?.

Dominance

”Ladies and gentlemen...Alex Jones and I are STILL Sin City Wrestling mixed tag team champions.”

Her voice was strong, her accent was still there but her English was impeccable. A small smile came across her face, her lipstick painted in black.

”Caleb and Jesse tried their hardest but in the end they failed, which, let’s be honest here. They should be used too. Jesse has the most losses, Caleb just keeps failing. And if any of you thought they were going to beat us...well I hope you lost alot of money on your stupid bets. See singularly Alex and I are dangerous. He could be the Internet, Roulette or World champion, I could hold any of the women's titles. Trust me, if Kate, Candy or Andrea were in the ring with me, one on one. They wouldn’t be leaving as champions.”

“It’s just facts. I have been put in the tag team division because they need to keep me away from their precious little jewels. The “legend” of Kate Steele. The sweet little merch machine Candy and the world champion who was anointed to be the next big thing over me….”

“So instead I stand here, one half of the mixed tag team champions.”

“And my goal, is to own all the records in the mixed tag team division. To have my name next to Alex’s etched into history. And also to strike fear into the hearts and minds of every single bombshell on the roster. See, in this division, I can still take out names in the company, I can still win matches. But, eventually...Alex and I will be unlucky, another team will be lucky, or we will retire the titles...and then?..”

“Well, then I continue my reign of dominance...and I do it alone…”

She laughs again, her hands clasp together letting the moment hang in the air before clearing her throat.

”But, before that. Alex and I have more teams to take down, more matches to win and records to own. And while he will do all he can to destroy Malachi or whoever will be in the ring for the Tigers, I have to focus on little miss Bella Madison, Char Kwan or Daniela Rodgers. And let me make it as clear as Alex did. I don’t give a shit who I will be in the ring with. Bella for instance. She’s a young talent. A name trying to build on a legacy. A woman standing by her man…”

“How romantic.”

“But, Bella, sweetie, honey. In the ring, you aren’t as good as me. I am a German war machine, a beast, a horrible cunt.. I am a destructive force of nature in this business. You, Bella, are a little tiny blonde bubblehead. Smiling and happy while occasionally trying to be a “bad ass”. You can’t have a foot in and a foot out girl…”

“Either you are a bad ass who can do damage, or you’re a rookie blonde with a heart of gold. One of the other Bella, not both. Do you know who I am? What I am Bella?....you’re gonna find out…”

She paces, her arms folding over her chest, her muscular are flexing and showing her tattoos off.

”Just like the Tigers are. And how funny is this, Alex exposes their cheap tricks so I don’t have to. But while there is a marked difference in how Alex has to approach Brendan or Vector, I don’t have the same issue. While Daniela and Char have slightly difference in ring styles, they’re both just two little girls I can snatch up, take to the ground and break into little bitty pieces. I don’t care which one of you it is but can I ask a serious question….”

“Why are you even here?”

“You won a title shot and confronted us only to pull the stupid freebird shit, expect it to mean something and then promptly lose to Bella and Malachi, proving their point in the process by the easy. Their whole point being that you’re fakes, frauds and should not be in the running for the SCW mixed tag team titles. Their points being that they should have had the shot to begin with. And the four of you, you just look at the opportunity to shut them up and take your places as rightful number one contenders and you piss it all away.”

“And whats worse, is that the sad truth is not only does it not matter who the Trenton Tigers will use at Into the void. It doesn’t even matter how many they use. They could bring, two, three four or go and find Gamers INC and makie some kind of hybrid group of suck…”

“And in the end, we’d win. Because Wolfslair is the team of champions. And both of these teams...they just aren’t good enough to stop our dominance…”



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Climax Control Archives / A cruel Joke
« on: May 15, 2020, 07:29:38 PM »
 
Isolation. Lockdown. Quarantine.

The Americans had so many words for it. But to someone like Johanna it was other things. Prison. Torture. Hell. Even if it was in a beautiful hotel on the Vegas strip. Johanna Krieger was used to being able to move around freely. But as a contracted performer for Sin City Wrestling that was impossible. For the last two months she had been in this hotel. And in this very room. Her days often started off the same. She would wake up, do some stretching and yoga, crunches, pull ups, push ups. Anything she could do in the room to herself.

She would make her protein and energy shake, she would prepare food for the day. And thyen train her mind and body. Making use of the gym facilities. Even socialise with some of the others in Wolfslair, some in SCW even tried to be sociable.

But Johanna didn’t want that. She didn't need or want friends.

What she did need and crave. Was freedom. There were only so many workouts she could do, so many articles she could read, so many news stories she could watch on the television. She paced back and forth now, the day had started out as any other. But this was an announcement she had been waiting for. In a weeks time she and Alex would finally be defending the Sin City Wrestling mixed tag titles again. She would be on Climax Control and had another chance to perform.

With Rose City pre taping all their events for months and NFW using her sparingly she had been confined to Vegas. Confined to her room. And now she could see a small light at the end of the tunnel.

A chance to go out there and show what she could do.

But, the weekend seemed so far away, the Sunday night event down in the Go gym seemed to taunt her, to laugh at her. And she was starting to crack. She couldn’t stop moving, relaxing was out of the picture. Johanna sat on the black leather couch, she punched a few keys on her laptop bringing up spotify to listen to some music;. A playlist popped up with some different metal bands. She slowly moved her head flicking through her phone.

She stood up moving across the suite to the window looking down to the street. The strip was so eerie. It was like a scene from a post apocalyptic movie. One where only a small amount of humans still inhabited the world. They dotted the sidewalk, Police patrolled up and down. And Johanna slowly raised a bottle of water to her lips as she tried to think of something else to do.

Her body twitched.

Her eyes followed.

She was anxious, angry, frustrated. She hated this. She gripped the back of the long stools with high backs they put in the rooms near the kitchen counters. She pulled back and slammed the stool forward against the hard wood of the counter. A small growl escaping her lips. She looked over at the small table just off the kitchen. A pair of championship title belts sat there crossed over. One half of the Rose City Wrestling tag titles sat next to her half of the SCW mixed tag titles. For a moment this seemed to calm her.

She let out another growl, she turned off the music, grabbed a leather jacket and ventured out of the room. She had nowhere to go, nothing to go. But she needed to get out. She needed air, freedom. Even if it was an illusion. She stormed down the hallway to the elevator, moving down to the lobby stepping out towards the gym, she didn’t even have her workout gear. But a voice stopped her.

”Hey Jo” Charlie Jones, Alex’s younger sister and one of the head trainers at Wolfslair stood to the side in a pair of black jeans, combat boots, a tight white shirt and a leather jacket. A bag sitting by her feet. Johanna raised an eyebrow moving over as Charlie signed the paperwork in front of her. Jo’s eyes couldn’t help but travel down to the bag, the top of her newly won Triumph FC Womens bantamweight title poked out of the top.

Johanna couldn’t help but smile and nod. ”Hey champ” Charlie couldn’t help but laugh too, she took her credit card back from the receptionist before picking up her back and the room key.”Checking back in?” Charlie smiled warmly and moved around Johanna with a sigh.

”Yeah, I got an exemption to travel to Japan, private jet. Triumph didn’t want their first event to fail.” Jo gave a nod. She was jealous, she didn’t want to admit it but she was. She liked Charlie, they had gotten along well in the gym, she was tough, reliable and much more talented than people have her credit for. ”But, I’m back, to help keep you, Alex, Austin and Alicia in shape. Aiden, Kallie and the rest of the trainees are in town to…”

Oh Joy...Kallie…

Johanna swallowed hard and sighed. The young kid at Wolfslair, the rookie who had clutched on to Johanna had been a welcome distraction, a little friend she didn’t think she needed. But even though Kallie annoyed her, Johanna liked her in a weird little sister way. ”God knows I need someone to keep me focused…..have you seen your brother yet?” Charlie smiled and turned motioning her hand over to the doorway. Alex was there, sitting and looking out the window, Johanna gave Charlie a warm grin and  the two fist bumped before Charlie moved towards the elevators and Johanna towards Alex.

A cruel joke

Her hands clasped together as she sat forward. A small smile across her lips as Johanna Krieger let out a sigh, her head tilting as she thought about her words carefully.

”Last time you saw me in an SCW ring, Alex and I were having our hands raised as the Sin City Wrestling mixed tag team champions. He and I stepped into the ring and did all we said we would and kept then titles that the elders and in particular, Song seemed to want...but, while I have been used...sparingly on SCW television it doesn’t mean I have been silent or stagnant…”

She reaches down pulling up the SCW mixed tag title belt and the RCW tag team title putting one on each shoulder with a grin.

”See, this is the mark of a champion, of someone who wants to be a name in this business who is not content with simply being here. That is a problem with todays society. So many of you are happy with just being handed a fucking participation trophy. Instead of being something more. And that, well, that is the problem that Alex and I have with our opponents this week. Two people who, if I’m honest, don’t deserve a shot at us…”

“Two people who like to have those...participation trophies.”

“Jesse Salco and Caleb Storms. Two of the biggest losers in SCW but two people who never give up and are happy to simply be here.If you’re complacent, if you just want to collect your paycheck and go home, you shouldn’t be in a top flight wrestling company. Caleb especially. See Mr Storms, Ms Salco, I don’t hate either of you. This isn’t about emotion, this isn’t about anger. This is simply a contractual obligation. Alex and I have to defend our titles before we face the Trenton Tiges and SCW has chosen you two to be the sacrificial lambs.”

She laughs to herself adjusting the title belts before rolling her eyes and mumbling under her breath.

”Now, my therapist says I need to stop being so negative about things and people and mostly my coworkers. So I need to say something...nice about you two. I like your styles and the music you listen to...argh that felt wrong...but it’s true. You’re both metalheads. You listen to great music and I’m sure away from wrestling and all this madness you’re good people. But in the ring...you’re both not deserving of my time, and under any normal circumstance I wouldn’t think about either of you...but this isn’t a normal circumstance...we have been booked in a match..”

Johanna pauses for a moment5 and swallows hard placing both title belts back down and pacing back and forth.

”Now, I’m not going to go into the hows and whys of Alex beating the shit out of Caleb,I’ll leave that up to him. But Jesse Salco, well now, that is different. See Jesse is like the cockroach that just won’t die no matter how many times you squash it. For years Jesse Salco has flied the SCW flag. Since 2012 she has been here, on and off, struggling away to make her mark and in that time, in eight years she has barely scratched the surface here. A few small titles reigns, but no real moments that people will remember. I’ve been here a few months and people talk about Song and I brawling mall over the arena and how Mercedes Varghas ducked me.”

“But little Jesse Salco is lost in the shuffle.”

“Little Jesse Salco begs and pleads for title opportunities.”

“Little Jesse Salco is only noticed when people bring up the epic loss record she has going.”

“You haven’t won a title since 2017 Jesse, and in the last fourteen opportunities you’ve had since then, you’ve failed. And just stop and think about that Jesse. Three years, fourteen title shots. And not one championship to your name. And this one is going to be different? This one is going to be where Jesse and Caleb step up and become the mixed tag team champions?. No, I don’t think so….”

Jo chuckles and pulls the chair out from the table spinning it around to sit down on it and place her arms across the front.

”I am a beast Jesse. There’s no other way to put it. Look at me. I look like something that nightmares are made of. Strong, fast, deadly. Zero fear. I can stand up and punch you in the face so hard I break bone, I can throw you around with no effort and if I do happen to take you to the mat I can grab any limb you leave out there and turn and twist it till I hear you tap or it snaps.  This isn’t a game Jesse and you don’t have the pedigree to get in the ring with me and be anything more than a speed bump”

“Don’t get me wrong, I do have to respect your longevity here but it speaks volumes that women who have been here just as long as you have hall of fame worthy careers and you simply. Don’t. I have no doubt you’ll be put in SCW’s hall of fame but look at the members of Wolfslair. Alicia is already a legend here. And I won a championship in my first two months of being here.”

“I am well known and respected and even feared in other companies...and you?...you limp through SCW like you limped through Honor…”

“So at bClimax Control, bring everything you have, come at me with it all and do not hold back. And then, don’t take it personally when I am able to take it all and shove it right back down your throat…”


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Supercard Archives / WOLFSLAIR (c) v BLASTED MONK and SONG
« on: April 03, 2020, 10:32:11 PM »
 
Blame

It was a team meeting. All the members of Wolfslair were in attendance. Sitting six feet from each other, as mandated. Alex had just finished a speech, a few minutes of reminding Austin and Jo especially that holding gold in a company6 meant power. The other members of the gym weren’t there, just the “faction” in SCW. Including Alicia Lukas, joining via the wonders of technology on a laptop. Alex turned and cut the call as Austin got up and gave Alex a pt on the shoulder, the sis foot six beast was confident. Then again, he was always confident.

He picked up his bottle of water and gave Jo a small nod as he exited the smaller room just off the gym meeting his family outside as they moved back up towards the elevators to their hotel room. Alex slowly folded his arms over his chest with a raised eyebrow at Johanna who tilted her head staring back. There was a silence between them. As if Alex was waiting for Jo to say something. She again stayed silent. Alex stepped forward and shook his head. ”This is going to end Jo” His voice was low, monotone, serious.

Johanna cleared her throat and went to say something. Alex simply raised his finger with a shake of his head. ”This issue with you and Song, this match, this title defense. When it is all said and done, that’s it.” Jo sneered and looked away. She had a hatred and anger about Song, about the elders. She had taken all this as a personal insult. One that burned in the pits of her stomach like a raging inferno.

Johanna stood up and gave Alex a nod. ”I understand. I’ll end her.” Jo went to push past Alex, his hand pushed back on her midsection to stop her.

Alex sighed and shook his head. ”You know we all have your back and this i9s now OUR fight. But you dragged me into it because of your pride. Don’t let it overcome you.” Johanna clenched her teeth together and gave another nod leaving the room. The air pressure was thick, it felt like an albatross around her neck, she started to calm, taking in breath after breath to slow her heart rate. She wanted to tear Song apart. She wanted to destroy then Elders.

”He’s right you know…” A voice cut through, Johanna turned to find Alex’s sister and a trainer at Wolfslair, Charlie Jones. She was tall, almost as tall as Alex, she had long black hair that was usually tied up in a high ponytail. Charlie was there to assist in the show's production and helping with training for the members of Wolfslair in the gym. But also, Charlie was the head trainer for the female contingent in Wolfslair. She had Johannas respect and she knew it. She stepped forward shooting a small grin.

”You are in a team. You are now a champion and as such you will have a target on your back.” Charlie paused for a moment, Johanna looked down and away with another long deep breath. She smiled back at Charlie and swallowed hard. ”I get it. Song played me,l she played the history with the draw, she played my anger and Alex’s loyalty to his members….”

Charlie gave another nod as it clicked. Johanna put her hands on her hip and calmed down faster. ”I need to keep a clear head. If I lose it and let my anger overtake me it could cost us both the titles…” Charlie gave Johanna a pat on the shoulder leaving her be. Jo took a deep breath and turned to re-enter the room to strategize with Alex.

Championship pursuits.

Beer was the drink of choice. It wasn’t always, but tonight just felt like that kind of time. Johanna reached forward, her tattooed hand wrapping around the dark colored bottle of Weihenstephaner. Drops of condensation moved down the glass and left a ring on the dark wooden table. One she didn’t care about. She brought the bottle to her lips and took it down before letting out a deep sigh of relaxation and contentment as she looked out over the Vegas skyline, from her little hotel room.. She lets out another sigh before turning her head front on to the camera.

”It’s been a whirlwind time for me since joining Sin City Wrestling. I came in ready to climb the ladder. I came in ready to earn everything I wanted. But then straight away I was informed due to Alex’s desire to go after the mixed tag titles I was being thrown in the deep end. I was ready of course. I was always going to be ready. I was always going to be prepared. And Alex and I did what we do. We walked in, we dominated and we took the championships. And before I could take it all in, I was in the Blast from the past tournament. I had ups and downs in this company already. An up of winning a title and a down of having all the momentum as a singles star taken by Song…”

She raises the beer to her lips taking a sip before planting it back down on the table, a shake of her head and a deep breath in and out.

”I foolishly entered into the Blast from the past thinking it would be a fast track to the top, a fast track to the title. But in the end all it was, was an exercise in disappointment and proof that in this world you can only rely on a handful of people. See, I couldn’t rely on Ace Andrews to have my back and put in effort, I couldn’t rely on Ace Andrews to drag his old carcass to the ring and match my effort. He failed. He failed me, he failed the blast from the past and he failed himself and the company. Ace Andrews cost me a real chance, because I already know how good I am. I already know what I’m capable of. And the rest of you need to catch up. The rest of you need to stop and watch what I do…”

“This isn’t empty threats, this isn’t bragging this is a warning and the truth. You people think you’re safe? Any of the female champions in this company can fall to me at any given moment and that is part of the reason why I’m in the mixed tag division. In fact when I started teaming with Alexs I could hear the collective sigh of relief from the Bombshells division. Same as when I was eliminated from the Blast from the past, I know Roxi and now Crystal smiled...just a little bit.”

“Kate Steele, Candy and Crystal should all be relieved that I am busy defending the mixed tag titles right now to really focus on any of them. If I wanted the Internet title, I’d take it. If I wanted the Roulette title, I’d take it. And if I wanted the Bombshells title. You better believe I’d take it. And I would be more of a champion than any of them. Kate Steele is a joke who won the internet title on a fluke and instead of looking at the internet title as an opportunity she sees it as a prop, as a piece of jewelry. Candy is a lovely woman, Austin told me he respects her but as I said to him I’ll say it to all of you. Candy is a soft minded little twerp…..and Crystal?”

“Crystal Hilton, Miller, Zdunich. Someone with more names and personas than she’s had title reigns. Which if you followed her history is a hell of alot. Crystal should be respected. But she’s not. She and Roxi took a championship that Alicia Lukas made mean something and have now made it damn near irrelevant.”

Johanna shakes her head and scoffs.

”Alicia might not say it, because she’s trying to be diplomatic and focus on her recovery and coming back to whoop Bobbie Dahls ass. But I know she’s fuming that a title she built up, that some people said she “held hostage” is now relegated to being around the waste of not one, but two people who put all the effort in the world into winning it but zero effort into making it matter. Congratulations ladies, you made a championship and a division you said you love, respect and care about mean less than dirt...I’m impressed…”

“But onto titles that do matter...and champions that actually want to defend and be meaningful…”

“Just incase you’ve been living under a rock lately you’ll have noticed Alex and I have been embroiled in a war with Vlasted Monk and Song from the elders. See a few months ago, Song decided she would come back and fill in for Mercedes Vargas who was too scared to get in the ring with me and instead went to go get her pussy powdered. And that one act, Song accepting has set up a chain of events that has led us to Blaze of glory. I have gone to war with Song, Alex went after Blasted Monk and now, at the pay per view, in front of the world on whatever streaming devices you have, we will defend our titles against them…”

“Song is a warrior, so is Monk. But the fact that they have come back to SCW and Alex and I have to put up with all this is bullshit. Song came nin and stopped all momentum I had and now I am stuck facing her and I have dragged Alex with me. But, as good as our opponents believe themselves to be I atleast know Alex has my back, unlike Ace Andrews….”

Johanna smirks.

”We are coming, not just to defend our titles and show we are a dominant team. We are coming for your heads. We are coming for your souls. And we are coming...to fucking end you…”

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Climax Control Archives / Freedom
« on: February 24, 2020, 09:36:52 PM »
 
Lost inside my mind
I’m falling farther and farther behind
It’s getting harder and harder to fight
I can’t keep running away
Running away
From me

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The Way I was made
Off Camera

“You’re a cold-hearted bitch Jo”.

The words rang through the bar, Johanna sat on her stool, her legs crossed over as she simply reached down grabbing the glass, she lifted it to her lips and took the drink down as the other patrons all stood in awe. Michael sneered and shook his head. The look of devotion and feeling he once had when he looked at her was now gone. Replaced by anger and frustration with shame boiling from underneath. Johanna gave a nod to the bartender and took another drink as Michael came a step closer, Johanna took her drink and smirked behind the glass as she placed it back on the bar.

Michael didn’t take the hint, his body tensing up as the anger came over him even more, his voice rising up higher as he added bass. “Didn’t you hear me?. Or are you just ignoring me?” He yelled louder, a man stood up from his chair and grabbed Michael by the arm whispering something in his ear. Michael turned and shoved the man back through the table, the patrons all gasped as the bartender grabbed his cell phone. Johanna looked up through her long blond hair and slowly shook her head. He gave her a small nod of understanding laying his phone back down.

He took another step closer, swaying lightly. Obviously drunk and smelling of cheap beer, the kind not sold here. Johanna laid the glass down, turning on the stool to face him, her legs still crossed over as her hands came to rest on her knee.

“Are you quite done making an utter ass out of yourself?”

Her voice was cold, as cold as it had been nights before, as cold as it had always been. Here Johanna sat, in the very bar they’d met in. Michael looked horrible. His hair all over the place, his eyes dark and sunken into his head as he seemed unable to stand still. Johanna was the opposite. Her hair was tied back in a long braid with a few strands framing her face, her makeup was impeccable. She wore a pair of jeans and large black boots, a tight black shirt over the top. She shook her head with a sigh sliding down onto the floor.

Her boots made heavy noises as she took steps toward him, she stopped next to Michael and looked him up and down before letting out a small scoff and going to walk past him. Michael growled under his breath. “Don’t walk away from me bi-” He went to grab her arm, but as quick as he grabbed her she twisted her arm around his, moving her body with his unstable motion pulling him down face first into the floor. Her black fingernails dug into the skin on the back of his neck as she leaned down and hissed in his ear.

“Do you want to finish that fucking sentence?” Everyone stood in awe and moved away from the scene, Johanna squeezed the skin and pulled his arm straight and upward putting pressure on his elbow. Michael groaned in pain and whimpered. “No, No, I’m sorry Jo...I’m sorry please let go.” Johanna pulled slightly and growled as her teeth ground together, she wanted to break it, she wanted to hear the snap and him scream in pain. She took a deep breath and shook her head letting him go. She pushed up to her feet and shook her head as Michael was helped to his feet by a few men sitting nearby who took pity on him.

Jo moved towards the door and stopped as her hand came to rest on the golden “push” sign nailed to the hardwood. “Do you need a ride home?” Her voice had softened, Michael quivered and gave a small nod muttering “Yes, please” under his breath. “Come on….you idiot…”

She led him out into the cold street, Michael sheepishly got to the cab with her and crawled into the back seat, Johanna slid in the front shaking her head again as they sped off into the night….

Present Day

Johanna let out a growl, her fist slamming against the pads being held by SCW Internet Champion Austin James Mercer. The large grappler crouching down slightly so Johanna can strike the pads at the right height. She hits a left, a right then a high right switch kick. Austin smirks and gives Johanna a nod, she keeps going, moving harder and fast. Both of them so focused that they don’t hear Alex and Alicia step in the gym. The only members allowed right now are the “Elite” ones. Johanna, Austin, Aiden Reynolds, Charlie Jones, Travis Levitt,  Alex and Alicia. Alicia stood next to Alex, her arm now out of the sling but obviously still needing rehab.

Austin looks up and loses focus, Johanna hitting him in the chest. Austin stepped back winded and shook his head unable to talk as Johanna laughed. Alex cleared his throat and Jo tuned with a smile. Alicia giving Jo a small nod of respect. ”If you two are quite done screwing around. I have your blast from the past partners” Austin stood up straight, Jo and Austin looking at each other hoping they were going to team together. Alex folded his arms over his chest looking at Austin.

”Big man...you have Candy…”

There was a pause, Austin raised his eyebrow, Alicia and Johanna both let out laughs and snickers as Austin groaned and shook his head walking off. ”She’s the current roulette champion...it could have been worse.” Austin just raised his hand in acknowledgement as he went to get changed. Johanna smirked and looked at Alex who took a long deep breath.
[colorr=ed]”Now Jo, your partner is someone who has accomplished alot in wrestling, in fact he’s in a few halls of fame and I-[/color] Johanna rolled her eyes and snatched the piece of paper.

”Ace Andrews?!?!”

Johanna threw her hands in the air, Alicia couldn’t help herself and started laughing trying to hold back the hilarity. ”He’s a former world champion Jo...a hall of famer..” Jo stopped and turned getting face to face with Alex. ”What? In WWH? Who gives a shit...they’re trying to screw me Alex. I could win this with a decent partner, go on to face Roxi…” Alex shook his head and stepped back as Johanna paced angrily.

”Trust me Jo, Ace will handle his own. You can carry him to a win, and he can then go and get beaten by Ben Jordan and you can go get that title from Roxi…” Johanna took a deep breath and calmed herself down, she looked at Alex and gave him a slow understanding nod. Alicia stood behind Alex and sneered as Johanna just smirked arrogantly. ”I hope your shoulder is getting better….champ”

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Promo:Freedom to lose

“Freedom... is the ability to challenge yourself far beyond the constraints of traditional rule and order. We draw strength from our passions... we're driven by desire... even hatred can be a worthy ally when used against an enemy... and yet, we are told to turn our backs on these things... the very feelings, emotions... that make us all... human”

Johanna Krieger smiled to herself, her bright white teeth shining as the light from the side hit them, the color looking even paler with the contrast of her black lipstick. We pull out to find her standing in a black room with a few lamps around her, she’s in her wrestling gear with a leather jacket over the top, her long blond hair flowing, twisting and turning around the studs.

“We have the freedom to feel and think what we want when we want. The freedom to say and think and feel. The truth is. I don’t need anyones fucking approval because I have the freedom to look every single member of the SCW roster in the eye and say “fuck you”. I may not like some of the things you sycophantic little pissants say about me, but I admit you have as much right to say them as I do to say that they aren’t true. Or to rip on Bobbi Dahl for being failure, Candy for being an overrated champion, Seleana Zdunich for being lucky and being in the right place at the right time.”

“But now, all any of you have to know is that I am one half of the sin city wrestling mixed tag team champions. Alex and I won those championships in our first match as an official team. The only time I have even looked like faltering in a ring was against Song in a match that should never have been a draw. You all need to realise that I am the new danger in the bombshells division. Other people need to come into this company and work and work and work to earn the right to say anything like that. But with me you just have to open your eyes and believe it.”

“But in signing up for the blast from the past I may have left myself open.“

“You see we do not have any control over who is going to be a partner in this tournament. I wanted Austin I wanted wolf slayer to stay together and succeed together. But now I’m teaming with Ace Andrews. And I know the history of Ace, I get it. He's rich, he's famous, he's a former world champion he is in the WWH Hall of Fame seriously I understand. In aces mind he is in fact a big deal. But, in the last few years he has been nothing but an old joke limping around on a reputation that no longer applies or is apt to his state of being”

She shakes her head, a small chocolate under her breath. Her eyes burn as her jaw clenched together a certain anger and frustration coming up in her stomach.

”Now, I’m good. You should all know that by now after seeing me in action. I’ve had three matches but in every single one of them I have a looks like a fucking killer. But the question is am I good enough to drag this broken down has been he thinks that he’s talented all the way to victory in this tournament?. Am I good enough to step in or ring week in week out with him as my partner and make damn sure that I destroy whatever bombshell is across the ring from me before ace has to get in the ring with his walking stick and stumble around?”

“Although this week. On the male side Ace has someone who can beat. See Ace might be older,  he might be a bit of a pain in the ass, he might be a bit of a failure when it comes to the last few years but he damn sure can take out Teddy Warren.” but, if I feel like walking across the ring and kicking Teddy in the face you damn sure better believe I’ll do it. Teddy has a poor opinion of women and he’s very vocal about it. Teddy thinks he’s better than all of us but I question his mental faculties. What kind of man are you Teddy?

“Or are you going to go back to being a dress and thinking you’re some kind of transvestite queen?“

“I don’t care what little tricks you have up your sleeve Teddy, the truth is that you don’t belong in this kind of tournament. You see this tournament is to give people who deserve a chance a pathway to winning a shot against any title they please. And after all of your begging and crying and wanting this and wanting that the truth is you should have to sit the blast from the past out. You should be sitting on the bench watching a real athlete and real people who have respect for the sport of professional wrestling fight it out for a chance that you should have the envy. Hey’s is gonna destroy you Teddy because even a broken down legend is still more of a man than you…”

Johanna paces back and forth getting riled up as she smiled through her black painted lips showing her immaculate white teeth.

”Then we have his partner. The general manager of sin city wrestling and the former head honcho of honour wrestling owned by her family for Saxons. Brooke Saxon making her grand in ring debut in round one of the blast from the past tournament everybody put your hands together. Yes let’s applaud a woman who hasn’t been in a ring in so long that I’m fairly certain she will forget how to wrestle. Not that you really wrestled that much to begin with Brooke. But here you are taking a spot in the tournament that an actual wrestler could’ve had.

“But then again I suppose I can’t really blame you can I? Being a general manager being around the wrestling business it’s gonna be boring for you sitting behind a desk. Making decisions on peoples careers who you wish you could be as good as. And when the numbers of people who wanted to be in this tournament didn’t add up to what they needed you came in to save the day much like myself. But let’s be real here Brooke, what is the endgame for you?”

“If you do happen to somehow get through this tournament earn yourself a shot against any of the titles that you please what are you going to do? Are you going to take on the bombshells champion and go toe to toe with Roxi Johnson? Are you going to go after the roulette championship and Candy? Or are you going to go after Kate Steele and try and take the new Internet championship? Or, are you going to go find a male partner and come after myself and Alex for the mixed tag team championships?”

“Do you believe that’s a good look? Having a member of management go through a tournament and get a title shot? But then again do you really believe you can do this? You may be talented Brooke you may be able to use your father’s money to go on training top of the line gym to retool your wrestling skills but to be perfectly honest if you step in the ring with me, if you tag Teddy and get in to the rain I will hurt you. I won’t just be Brooke I will hurt you and you should know that I can do it, you can talk tough you can stomp your feet you can act like you can be some kind of challenge for me but the truth is that you will only last as long in that ring as I let you. I will drag Ace through this tournament all the way to the final and I will make damn sure that we win the blast from the past and then I will go on to choose whichever singles title I want and I will take it because I am Johanna Krieger the agent of chaos…”

Johanna sneers and clicks the button to end the feed.

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Supercard Archives / Mixed Tag Team Championship Match
« on: February 10, 2020, 02:48:24 AM »
 
Self-destruction
Make him function
Crayons and clay
Days turn blue to gray

Not good enough….

Johanna sat on the bar stool and hunched over the bar. A small glass that has been filled more times than she could count sat in front of her, the amber liquid that filled it kept her warm on the cold winter's night. Many others around her laughed and seemed happy in this moment as the alcohol flowed. She reached out, her hand gripping the glass bringing it to her lips pouring it down her throat. Her body felt warm, her mind dizzy. But it helped her forget. To always forget.

Her bright blue eyes opened, she took off her heavy leather jacket as her temperature rose. The feeling of her soft blonde hair on her back helped her feel at ease. Her arms and body were smaller than we see today, and absent were the many tattoos that have come to define her, instead there we a few small ones, a vine outline around her upper left and right biceps. A small angel on her hand. She couldn’t help but smile as the bartender poured another glass of scotch, she tilted her head in a questioning way before he looked over at a man in the corner.

“He paid Jo. Said a beautiful woman deserves another good drink” She scoffed and shook her head before looking over at the man tilting the glass in thanks before downing it, she then gave a nod to the bartender to pour her another as the man came and sat next to her, he was tall, well built, kind of handsome. Short cropped hair and a red and brown tinged beard. He smirked and put his arm on the bar to steady himself, he seemed to be just as tipsy as Johanna. She cleared her throat and turned sliding a second glass to him as the bartender poured and left them alone.

“Thanks for the drink, but I don’t take freebies’ Johanna’s voice was deep as she lifted the glass to her lips taking yet another drink. “Well, appreciated, but you seemed lonely. My name’s Michael.” She laughed and poured another before sitting back. “Mine’s Johanna, most people call me Jo.” She drank again, Michael’s eyebrows started to rise as he drank his own, only being able to sip what Johanna had been pouring down as fast as she could pour it. He seemed impressed as the bartender kept his eye on them, a small smile coming across his face as Johanna kept drinking.

“What has got you downing drinks like a fish dear?” She laughed and turned away from him back to her glass, her hands reaching out and twisting the crystal around in her right hand, she watched as the light hit it and showed the colours of the rainbow. “Maybe I just like drinking?” A small chuckle under the statement, he shook his head reading her body language, his look lingering a little too long. Johanna looked out the corner of her eye with a sigh. He sat back trying to put her at ease. “I can see that isn’t true. The way you look at the glass…” Johanna laughed and down another.

“Are you a psychiatrist or something?. If you have to know, I’m a cop. And I’ve had a rough day.” He shrunk back and swallowed hard, obviously taken back by the fact this little blond woman who could drink like a hardened sailor was also a police officer, The look in her eyes betrayed her own feelings. He gave a small nod calling for the bartender taking the bottle, he poured another two glasses and held up one. “A toast to you then, to being that thin blue line that saved us from chaos and anarchy.”

Johanna scoffed and let out a huge laugh as others stopped to look at them, she gave a small nod and picked up the glass clinking them together. “You’re a weird fellow, but thank you. Even if your faith is misplaced.” Johanna stared ahead, images flashed through her mind as her stomach welled and knotted up in pain, her hand gripped the glass harder before she downed it and slammed it down. She stood up and put a pile of bills on the bar sliding them towards the bartender. “Oh...leaving so soon?” Michael smiled warmly. Johanna sighed and leaned in close.

“Look, you seem like a nice enough guy, but only two things will happen from this, one night where you’ll want more and I won’t, or a few nights where you’ll want more...and I won’t….try your luck with others dear...you’re not my type.” She gave him a wink and a pat on the shoulder picking up her jacket and leaving, she threw it on as the cold hit her like a punch in the face.

6 Months Later….

“Why do you keep coming back, Michael?” Her voice was low, a little louder than a whisper, she pulled her shirt over her head, flipping her long blond hair from the neck of it letting it fall before she stood up pulling her workout pants up with her. Johanna turned her head to the side, Michael laid in bed, his head propped up on his arm with a small smile crossing his lips. His wavy brown hair dangling down just in front of his eyes.

He didn’t give an answer at first, instead, he tried to laugh it off, trying to figure out if Johanna was serious or this was just a playful jest. Johanna though shook her head and slowly crossed her arms over her chest, her bright blue eyes studying him as he cleared his chest. “I like spending time with you, Jo.” Johanna scoffed and leaned against her bathroom door, her arms still closed off as she swallowed hard trying to come up with an answer. Her heart hurting and her stomach in knots.

It had been 6 months. 6 months of meeting up, of Michael coming over with food, occasionally alcohol, the small talk, the polite glances before she would lead him back to the bedroom. Rince, repeat. “Time with me?.” She paused a moment breaking eye contact looking towards her bedroom door, a deep breath followed as she tried to calm herself down. She steadied herself on the wall and looked back toward him. “I-I’m not someone to enjoy spending time with. If this is just about sex that’s fine but, don’t lie about it.”

She was cold, closed off. This had been building for months as she felt herself enjoying their late night conversations. Her job had been slowly killing her, the things she’d seen and heard, the feeling of helplessness. The one bright thing in her life was these conversations and physical moments. The intimacy had begun to make her feel uncomfortable. “You’re lovely Jo, don’t you see it?.” She stayed quiet, he slid from the bed to his feet and pulled a pair of jeans on, he moved across the room standing in front of her, he stood about 6’1, towering over Johanna. His hand moved up and under her chin pulling her face up to look her in the eye.

“Why can’t you let yourself be happy?”

The words lingered in the air. Air that had become thick with awkward emotion and heartache. Johanna stayed cold. She showed no emotion, no happiness, no sadness. Just an empty, blank stare. Michaell shook his head and backed up he knew what the look meant, He knew there was no getting through to her. Johanna had made her decision the second his hand touched her chin and she was able to look into his eyes without breaking down. This was not a fairytale, this was not a happy ending.

She just stood and watched as he put his shirt on, his socks, his shoes and his jacket, each time he paused for a few moments waiting and hoping that she’d stop him, ask him to stay. But no words came, no movements, no body language or even a change in the slow monotonistic breathing. He moved past her without saying goodbye, a small stop at the door was all the evidence there was that he was going to try again. But then he was gone. Johanna scoffed and looked at the door with a smirk.

“A happy ending is a story that hasn’t actually ended yet….”

Lack of Effort

She stretched her fingers and hands out, her lips turning up into a sneer. She pulled a black hand wrap from her back putting the velcro end around her wrist turning to wrap her right hand. She looped it around and through her fingers and her palm to her knuckles before looking up, her bright blue eyes staring right through the camera as if looking into your soul.

” It seems as if we have lost a team.“

Her eyebrows raised as she reached down grabbing her other hand wrap, she repeated the process from before on her left hand before finishing the strap off showing the two wolfslair logos on her wraps and on her training shirt. Johanna leaned down resting her elbows on her knees with a sigh, her mind racing on where to begin.

”I understand that a promo doesn’t actually help you win or lose the match in any traditional sense or form. Sure it does give you some confidence going into a match, it allows you to get your thoughts out there and in some ways intimidate your opponents let them know just who they are dealing with. But when it comes down to it when I sit here and I stare into a phone or a camera and I put my thoughts out there to the universe it is not to win a match. I do that in the ring.”

“But it is still something that is expected of you, something that you are supposed to do as a contractually obligated activity. So you can imagine my surprise when over a week has passed since the announcement of the mixed tag team match and with everyone else throwing out their thoughts that the Trenton Tigers have simply gone missing.“

“No tweets, no promotional segments on the show before, no match on the show before, and now during the first of the two weeks leading up to My Bloody Valentine we have no promo. We haven’t heard from either of them telling us how they are looking forward to the match for telling you the fans why they should tune in to watch it.”

“It is sad, it is lazy, and as far as I’m concerned both of them should be demoted down to that cesspool SCU or just kicked out of sin city entirely because if you cannot put the effort in and you do not deserve to be here.”

Johanna groaned and pushed herself to her feet, showing off the black and red wolfslair training top in full and available from WolfApparell.com. She moves around to stare at one of the large striking bags in the elite room before clearing her throat.

”Of course members of the other two teams involved turned up although it only seems to be the male members, so I suppose it really isn’t as mixed in the mixed tag team division as you would hope. But the good Shepherd and London underground had a few things to say. And they covered a wide range of topics. Father Gerald of the good Shepherd’s did a few Bible studies quoted passages rain down myself and Alex as well as the members of London underground. Of course and completely forgot the train Tigers were even involved which honestly I can’t blame him. It was still a stupid oversight.

“Now, I don’t usually comment on people‘s personal religious beliefs. But my father is a Christian. And I’ve heard a lot of these Bible verses before, I studied the Bible when I was a child, and I understand most people who believe in a higher power want to do good work on earth to please God and be a good human being. But Gerald you need to realise that out of the two of us, I’m the one who has seen the most evidence that either contradicts or proves god's existence.”

“Have you ever looked into the eyes of someone who is high on PCP and murdered their family but didn’t know they did it until the next morning when they came down from the high? Because I have. I have seen things that would make your head spin in question your belief system down to the very core and if you could look at the things that I’ve seen, and then still believe then you would have a heart soul and resolution to the Lord that no one can question.”

“But this is professional wrestling.“

“And your beliefs, your actions, what do you do outside of the ring in your church, none of it matters. What does matter is what you do in that ring. And you have had some success in SCU you’ve had some success in SCW. ” but Gerald, you and David put together are not the man inside that wrestling ring that Alex Jones is. And I will let him take your stupidity apart but what I want to focus on other two female members of your group because they are the ones that I would be in the ring with.”

Johanna turns and slams her fists into the bag a few times, each shot making a sickening sound as the processed vinyl around the outside of the bad starts to get pushed in, Johanna hits on final shot, a low digging right hook into where the ribs would be, the bag slides sideways as Johanna takes a break and turns to the camera.

”You said Ginny Mae and Mavis will not fear me The truth is that they should. You see your girls may be faithful and loyal and may very well have heart and soul and will put all they can into a match that involves me but you look at them and you look at me. And we don’t even look like the same species. I am dangerous, and they are Littlemore the mindless quiet servant girls who follow you around, they are your lambs and you are leading them to a slaughter Gerald and I hope you’re prepared to pick up their phones and give them the last rites…”

Johanna chuckles to herself moving across the gym, she plants her right foot back, her left leg forward and we see her legs and arms are tattooed, the different iconography, some of which religious is highlighted and inked on her skin, like a story roadmap. She unleashes a few hard punches and kicks bouncing on the balls of her feet showing off the power that can be generated before stopping and letting out a deep breath.

” just a quick question, was it men’s week last week and no one told me? First I had Gerald running his goddamn mouth like he thinks he knows something when in reality he’s a religious zealots who should be banging his head into a world actually show enlightenment. And then we have Daniel Morgan running his mouth and spending so much time focusing on Alex that I started to believe maybe he has a little man crush.“

“Hey, not that I blame you Alex is 6 foot tall, has a six pack a boyish smile and dreamy black hair, I get it. And if that’s the way you swing Daniel there is nothing wrong with that. But being a professional means that you have a look at all the opponents and you decide to open your mouth. Not to mention that neither of the female members of your little group open their mouth to say anything about me exactly like the Good Shepherds”

“Mavis and Ginny Mae said nothing, just like Mackenzie and Charlotte. Now with the shepherds part of me thinks maybe it’s because they have been put in their place and old Gerald has told them to keep their mouth shut. But Mackenzie and Charlotte, those two girls both seem like the type that would be itching for a fight. They both look like they could get in the ring and actually give me a run for my money. last week they remained silent while I cut a promo on all of you.”

“Only Daniel decided to open his mouth. And I was looking forward to hearing from the girls because I feel like we are being pushed back in this mix tag team title match and the focus is on the men, on Gerald being a zealot, on Alex being an arrogant prick and on Daniel running his mouth about how he made Lachlin Kane his bitch on Twitter. But I expect more from my fellow women. I guess I’m gonna have to just wait and see what happens when this match starts and those titles are on the line. So many questions, like are the Trenton Tigers even going to turn off? Will Gerald stop being such a psychotic moron and will the women do anything? And just what kind of collision is it going to be when Daniel J Morgan or Osbourne face Alex. And I don’t care if it is McKenzie or Charlotte, I know they are going to be a bigger challenge than Daniela, if she turns up or Mavis or Ginny Mae. But this is my chance to get some gold very early in my career here and show you all just how dangerous I am. So it will be a Bloody Valentine….”

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Supercard Archives / Mixed Tag Team Championship Match
« on: February 02, 2020, 08:01:20 PM »
 
Burn my fist to the concrete
My fear is my strength
Power, rage unbound strength
Been pounded by the streets
Cyanide blood burns down the skyline
Hatred is purity
The bullet connects at last
Let freedom ring with a shotgun blast

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When the anger takes over, the levee breaks.

I sat across the table from pure evil. I looked into its eyes and I was able to see the true horror that is a black, void soul. It affected me more than I would like to admit.

See, my father prepared me for all of this. He sat me down when I first entered the academy and explained what it was like. The fact that some people, some criminals, and even some victims. They were just wrong in the head. They were made different and you needed to think like them and sometimes learn how to turn off your emotions.

You had to learn to not feel.

Something that seems easier than it really is.

If you can switch off emotion, if you can get in their head then you really do feel lost. Cold, Confused. Emotion is our greatest asset and our greatest curse.

But it’s a curse that certain people are not burdened with.

I sat across from a real piece of evil. I showed him the pictures of his victims, some as young as 12. He sat silent and looked them over, I waited and hoped for a sign of remorse, sadness, acceptance. But I saw nothing. Nothing until he got to the end of the pictures, then for a split second I saw happiness.

Happiness at the horrors he had committed.

Happiness at the pain he’d caused.

It scared me, terrified me. And I was ashamed. Ashamed that I couldn’t stand my ground and just forget, stop feeling, nail his ass to the wall. Instead, I stormed out and sat down outside the room, my back against the door and I shook like a leaf. I felt the anger and fear rise in me and I knew I couldn’t go back in there. I was a child. Others tried to get him to crack, they all failed. They all just sat there while he silently sized each of us up. I shouldn’t have felt bad, we all failed as a team, we all screwed up. But this didn’t help.It didn’t ease my guilt.

Nothing ever would. Nothing mattered anymore. Just the feeling of failure, the hatred I had inside me. But I didn’t hate him, I didn’t hate my co-workers. No, I hated myself. I hated being weak. And I hated that I failed. I took it on myself and I went home. I drank. I drank some more. And when I woke up the anger was still there. The failure was still there. And I quit, I walked away and never looked back. I didn’t belong there….and I knew it.

Now, now I know where I belong.

Away from the life of corruption.

Have you ever seen a body dead from an overdose?. It’s not normal. See a normal body minutes after death unless destroyed by a serious outside force isn’t that much different from an alive one. Gunshot wounds to the body, knife wounds, heart attacks, natural causes. The body just stops.

But a heroin overdose, a cocaine or ecstasy one?.

The body looks twisted, bloated, broken and wrong. Because minutes before they were already dead, the brain just never knew it. And the people who sell this death and pain, the people who profit off it are the biggest scum on this earth. They trade in misery. And the worst part is that they are untouchable.

You bring them down, bring them in, have all the evidence in the world. Open and shut case, smoking fucking gun in hand and DNA on the floor. But they still walk. They walk and live to kill someone else another day and my heart exploded in sadness and pain. I would cry myself to sleep every damn night knowing I was not making the difference I wanted.

Wrestling, this life. It’s so much easier. At least the punches I can see coming.

And there are no bullets. No watching people die. Instead, I see peoples faces enjoying what we do. I see them all smiling. This life is easier, this life is simpler. But I will always have that anger inside me, no matter what I do, no matter the life I lead. I will always see it….the corruption in life….

Back in New York, Last Week.

“Did you have a good holiday Jo?”

The voice of Alex Jones broke through the silence of Johanna’s workout. Her hands dropped down as she walked off the grappling mats. Alex looks over at the other students and wrestlers including NFW’s own Aiden Reynolds. Johanna folds her arms over her chest leaning back against a wall as Alex tilts his head. “You went right from Cancun to the SCW show, I got worried about you…”

Johanna smirks and shakes her head. “Worried about me?.I’m a big girl. I just needed time to think. That draw pissed me off”

Alex moves around her and sighs folding his arms over his chest with a nod. “Yeah, I can understand that. I know you’re used to being on your own but you joined here for a reason.” She shakes her head with a snarl. “To get better and learn” She tried not to snap showing Alex respect. He laughed to himself looking around the gym, Aiden Reynolda and Austin James Mercer talk in a corner. Alicia Lukas sits in the corner looking sorry for herself, all of them talented wrestlers, some of them former world champions. “That it?. Cause that attitude can get pretty lonely” He was right of course. Johanna kept everyone at arm's length. Some of the others wanted to be her friend. Alicia Lukas had her respect, she didn’t know Austin or Aiden that well, she respected Alex of course but the rest of them, the lesser known names, the students. They weren’t ones she knew or cared to.

“Are you trying to tell me I need to make friends Alex?” He laughed and held out his hand, Johanna looked down then back up before taking it. “I am your friend, not just a member of this gym, not just an owner, a manager and a fellow wrestler. We fight together, we train together and we sharpen ourselves and our resolve. We all succeed, or we all fail.” He paused for a moment as Johanna looked across the gym at the others. She sighed heavily as Alex noticed and laughed. “But, competition keeps us strong….and you and I will be fighting together, I need to know I can rely on you…”

She smirked and gave him a small nod. Alex gave her a pat on the shoulder and backed away allowing Jo to think alone. She sat on the mats and crossed her legs stretching and breathing deeply.

Ich sagte dir, ich brachte die Hölle mit mir(I told you, I was bringing hell with me)

She was never meant to be this. A rough, harsh and cold professional wrestler. No, her dream was to be like her father. A strong, smart ,and caring man. He was a police officer, Johanna had memories of him coming home and her mother smiling wide, gathering the children to greet him. Unlike so many others in this world, Johanna’s upbringing was not filled with
[ain and abuse. Or privilege. She had a normal, happy life. A loving mother and father, fun siblings and dreams in her native Germany. When she grew up, she realised that original dream. To be a police officer like her father. She studied, she worked, she tried it all but it never felt right. It never felt like she could make a difference.

Johanna always wondered if there was something more. She watched those who had little to no regard for laws, those who wanted to bring the world into chaos go free. And it was then that Johanna realised, if she couldn’t prevent chaos and anarchy, if law and order were simply jokes to the general public, she would become an agent of chaos. And she would enter a world that was different. A world she watched on television when she was a child. One that her brother and father had drawn her into while her younger sister played with dolls. The world of professional wrestling.

“I told you all, I was bringing hell with me.”

A small smile, her lips colored in black and red twist and turn as she looks up slowly through a few strands of white blond hair that dangle down from over a black bandana that is tied backwards with the knot over her forehead. Showing a kind of gothic pin-up look. Her voice was deep but still feminine. Her voice had only a small hint of an accent as she continued.

”You know what it’s like to have someone just turn up to halt your momentum and leave? I was supposed to face Mercedes Vargas, a so called legend. I was supposed to destroy her yet she tucked her tail, hid behind a medical issue and ran. So instead Song stepped up and I was excited, I was ready. Until I realised what she was there for. See SCW doesn’t want me to succeed. They saw what Alicia did, they saw how the rest of the women on the SCW roster whined and cried and threw their little fucking tantrums about the fact she dominated them. And they look at me..”

“Someone from the same gym, who looks more dangerous, deadlier, tougher and someone who everyone reports that in training, can take down and tap out the “greatest women's wrestler alive”. They don’t want me going on that kind of run, so they put Song in front of me and somehow she ended up with a draw, and then running away.”

“That isn’t how life works.”

“All that draw did was make me angry. It got under my skin and it itches and makes me want to tear my skin off to stop it. It gave me an itch to scratch. And itch that can only be solved by violence. By putting other people through pain. And that’s what I get to do at My Bloody Valentine. See, the SCW powers that be realised they need to keep myself and Alex occupied. So they put us in a multi team match for the Mixed Tag Team titles…”

She flashes another smile, her white teeth shining bright with her black lipstick as Johanna gets to her feet and paces back and forth. She is, how the kids say. Thicc.

”Those titles have had a rough history. Created because no one really cared about the singular tag divisions. Started off strong with London Underground, held as a status symbol by Marlowe and Storms as well as Kain and Vargas before Sierra and Lachlan made them worth something again. Then, one of the most amazing flukes happened as those moronic nerds Gamer INC screwed Sierra and Lachlan over, then ran away from defending the titles making them irrelevant.”

“But then Culture Shock and the current, two time champions London Underground happened. Two teams whose reigns have made those titles noteworthy and brought them back up to prominence. And now, the division is thriving.”

“We will be entering into a fatal fourway with the champions, The good shepherds and the trenton tigers. There’s some who would see this as some kind of demotion but Alex and I both know this is a division that thrives on that competition. A division where you need to work together but separately at the same time. It’s a challenge. And one worthy of respect. Even if one of the teams is a group of religious zealots. And who will be stepping in the ring? Father Gerald? Brother David? Mother Mavis? Sister Esther?. Cousin Samuel with the missing testicle? Niece Franny with the club foot and missing nipples?”

“This group of individuals is not a real family. Brought together by religion isn’t the same as what Wolflair has. We ride together, we bleed together, we work together and we all strive towards a common goal. Greatness in this business. And you cannot argue with the results. Alex has selflessly pushed Austin to get bette and pushed him and guided him all the way to the SCW world title. He pushed Alicia to be the best Bombshell champion of all time. And now, by teaming with me, he’s pushing me to become one half of the mixed tag team champions.”

Johanna iaes her eyebrows and laughs under her breath, she flexed her arms as we see her muscles ripple. Her broad shoulders, her heavily tattooed body.

”Or, it could be the Trenton Tigers. A team that has only recently come onto the scene. Managed by Cheryl Hastings and featuring a woman who had small, and limited success in Daniela V Rodgers and a man who’s literal last name is Sludge, they could surprise us all….”

“Could…”

“But probably won’t”

“See, Sludge is, well Sludge and Rodgers already had a failed run here and their team name and look just screams desperation. Like this is their one last shot at doing anything relevant in their career. And they chose the mixed tag division thinking it was easy. This division was far from easy. London Underground are great champions, Lachlan Kane and Sierra Williams could come back anytime they wanted, Jake Raab could somehow find a partner...he’d still be mediocre but it would still be interesting. So, the Trenton Tigers are here to make up the numbers, the Good Shepherds are here because they have been running around for months...but what about the champions and myself and Alex?”

Johanna turns front on and folds her arms over her chest, her right eyebrow raises up as her lips purse together waiting for an answer that will never come. As she’s alone. And we at home can’t answer. I believe they call that a rhetorical question.

”Alex Jones is a former world champion. A man who put wolfslair together and who attracted some of the best of the best at his gym. And you all think it was just Him, Austin and Alicia. Wolfslair is a family, a pack. And it includes Aiden Reynolds an Australian wrestler who is as athletic as he is handsome, Charlie Jones, Alexs’ sister, who has a 7-2 MMA record who could be the next PPW rogue champion. Travis Levitt, a man who saw the light and joined and could be SCW roulette champion…”

“And of course...me…”

“Steel sharpens steel. And I have spent the last year rolling with Alicia Lukas and Charlie Jones. I have learned from them, been forged in their fire. And with Alex, as a team who trust each other and who are a pack. We will be the biggest challenge and the biggest danger for London Underground,”

“But, what of the champions?. Well, they picked up where they left off in their first run. They have shown the world just how good they are and reminded everyone why they were the inaugural champions. I can tell you that we won’t be over confident against them. They have the experience, they have the track record, they have the skills. But at My Bloody Valentine, Alex and I are going in there to win, we are going in their to bring the Mixed tag titles to Wolfslair, and we will watch as Travis and Austin bring the roulette and internet titles home too….and our family….our pack...we will be draped in gold…”

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Climax Control Archives / Sing me a song
« on: January 20, 2020, 09:28:41 PM »

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Climax Control Archives / The debut
« on: January 02, 2020, 08:41:43 PM »
 
Darkness flees the rising sun
The village lies ahead
It will wake to a new day soon
Soon they'll all be dead
We came in cover of a moonless night
Fifty men at arms
Now at first morning light,
The church bell sounds the alarm

Betritt die Kriegsmädchen(Enter the warmaiden)

Just a little girl.

That is what I heard from the moment I could remember. My father would take my brothers out hunting. He would talk about how they were going to make the name Krieger mean something more in the future. In the military, in the police force. They were to be the bearers of his name and his legacy on the world. I was the youngest of four, I had three older brothers and they were the ones groomed for a position of power.

To be the leaders of a future my father saw coming.

Military, Law and Justice. An iron fist ruling in a country that had been growing soft in his eyes.

We were a name there. All through Germany, my father was a respected Police officer. He put away criminals and was known for being incorruptible. He was straight as an arrow and he expected my brothers to be the same. They were the soldiers, the politicians, the masters of the future and I. Well. I was just his little girl. That was until I got older.

My brothers, while strong-willed and smart, didn’t want to follow in his footsteps. Sure they entered the military, but they did so just to earn money to live their lives. They didn’t take to the armed forces as much as they did drinking beer or eating at restaurants with all their friends. But then for a while, he looked at me as something more. He realized I was the one who would stand for Law and Order. He realized his daughter was more than just a little girl.

She was a woman.

A woman capable of following in his footsteps.

But, his footsteps walked through a world that no longer existed. In the 18 years from my birth to when I had graduated high school and entered the academy the mindset had skewed. No longer where the police the beacons of hope and protection. No, now they were a joke. Defanged and neutered by a government system more concerned with the rights of criminals than the safety of the weak and law abiding.

My father saw it coming. He hoped I would stand up and be accountable and I was. But what he wasn’t prepared for, was that the system, the system he had sworn to protect and serve. The system he championed for forty years. Had failed him.

Failed us.

Failed Germany.

That is why I walked away. And the day I decided to go. The day I looked my bosses in the eye and said “no more”. He took me by the hand, smiled and gave me a small nod and said “ich bin stolz auf dich”(I’m proud of you). And the real irony of that moment is when I heard those words come from him, in his deep grizzled angry tone. Well, I felt like…

I was just a little girl…

But now...I was the German War Machine.

Being faithful to yourself is the most important thing in life. To be able to look in the mirror and know that you did everything you could to live up to your own morals and standards as well as advance the quality of your life and those around you who you happen to care for.

But what if staying true to yourself is what will bring pain to your family?

This was the situation I found myself in a few years ago. I was working as a police officer. I was walking a beat in Berlin. Nothing too major, most of the time I was called to break up domestic disputes and fights in bars. In fact, I did paperwork more than anything else. The bane of law and orders existence. But then, there were the times I hated. I had to deal with the real scum of life and society.

Not people who made mistakes.

Not people forced into the extremes of life out of fear or necessity.

No, the people I hated dealing with the most were those who profited off the pain and addiction of others. The men and women who injected poison into the world we all live in. Those who had too much money to be chased down and brought to justice.

Justice. Novel concept.

A world where we are all kept in line and looked at as equal. It doesn’t matter what the colour of your skin is, it doesn’t matter what your sexual orientation is, it doesn’t matter what god you pray too. You break the laws of society, you bring pain to others...and you should be punished.

That world doesn’t exist. That world is a fairytale pushed as an agenda by those in charge.

I saw this too late, I saw it unfold in front of me as sick, twisted, horrible human scum would be released as quick as they were brought in just because they greased the right palms. My dream of being like my father was shattered and I was left disenfranchised and broken. I needed a release, a reason to fight. The first time I walked into a gym and trained, the first match I had, the first time I lived the life of a professional wrestler it made sense. It felt right.

And I was always going to go to war….

Present Day.

Johanna sat on the floor her legs crossed over Indian style. Long blonde hair tied up and back with a black bandanna tied under it and forward with the knot on her forehead. Her eyes were closed black eyeshadow looking like missed across her eyelids and a small smile slowly curling on her black painted lips

”This is it, my debut. I’ve heard so much about this company you see I come from the same gym as Alex Jones, Austin James Mercer and Alicia Lukas among others. In New York we train like we are going into a real fight,  like we’re going to a match every single time. Some people say that is a mistake, some people say we shouldn’t train that hard that it comes with diminishing returns.

she couldn’t help but chuckle. The notion that training harder was somehow bad for you seemed foreign to someone like her.

” that isn’t what we do at wolfslair. You see this is all about steel sharpening steel, iron sharpening iron. But I’m sure some of your wondering just how it came to be. I was born in German Bavaria. November to be exact. You see I was following in my father‘s footsteps to become a police officer but there was always this nagging want and need to do something else and to be someone else. But family and duty to my country came first and was also there right in my face from the time I was born. My father my brothers even my mother or police offices of varying degrees and different sectors.”

“But I needed more. And I watched as everything I did as a police officer was undone by corrupt officials.”

“So, I split. I trained in Europe. And then I travelled anywhere that they would help me. Anywhere that they had wrestling and they wanted to book me I was there I wrestled in front of 10 people in a small garage in England, and then I wrestled in front of 5000 people at Korukan Hall. It didn’t matter to me.”

“But then I travelled to America.”

She opened her eyes. The smile was still there curled up to the right showing her teeth with a small chuckle.

”I travelled to wolfslair, and there I trained with some of the best I rolled on the mat with Alicia Lukas, I learned from Alex Jones. And after limited success in a few other companies I signed with sin city wrestling. And now here I am a few days away from making my debut and I’m sure that many would believe I have butterflies. And with some I suppose it would be true. But for me? This is a dream.”

“And the first victim? Oh I’m sorry I mean my first opponent. Elizabeth “Bella” Madison. A pretty little blonde thing with marginal talent who since coming to SCW has had a mixed bag. Now many people believe me to be arrogant because of where I come from and how I carry myself. But, I can see how talented Elizabeth is. I’m not going to take her for granted, I’m not going to underestimate her either. Thing is though, I’m sure that she has no idea what she’s in for.”

“And I want to be clear on this. I’m not someone who is all talk. I am not someone who is gonna sit here look into this camera with a smile and say that I am going to destroy you and mean it is some sort of empty threat. I am not going to be an emotional psychopath blaming my failures or lack of success on the fans or anyone else like a Bobbie Dahl. I am not going to smile and be friendly and bubbly like Candy.”

“ shit, I’m not even going to be overly arrogant in my past accomplishments like Alicia. Mainly because I can’t hold up to her past she is the breakout female staff at our gym. But I need to change that now. And it is going to start with you Bella.”

Johanna and crosses her legs and slowly gets to her feet. Her hands slide into the front of her black jeans with large tattooed arms on full display in a sleeveless black T-shirt bearing the band Mayhem

” See, i’m not just here to prove to be the best, i’m not just here to win championships. The scary part about me Elizabeth? I like hurting people. I’m not like some of the others in this company that say things like that and don’t mean it. You and I are going to get in that ring and we are going to wrestle and we are going to fight and we are going to try and destroy each other. You might get some good licks in. You might even make fans and those backstage stand on their toes. You might make them believe.”

“But in the end you’re gonna find out just who I am and what I’m capable of.

“You are going to find out that my ego and confidence is not misplaced. I’m sure they’re been many women come through this company spouting the same rhetoric that I do the problem is, until they get in the ring you don’t know if they are the real deal or not. And you Elizabeth? You have proven yourself to not quite be the real deal. You are talented you have had your moments, but moments are what make legends. Dominance does.”

“This is the start of my career here. The start of my run. And if I walk out there in my first match to make that first impression and I for and I fail to someone like you? Then what will that do for me? Now it might seem that I dismissing you that I’m just looking at you is some kind of speed bump or roadblock on my way to the championship and on my way to ruling this division like Alicia did. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I know that you could be better than you are. I know that one day you can rise up to be a champion. But right now look at where we are.”

She tilted head that smile slowly fading.

” you have been chosen as my first opponent. You’ve been in this company for a few months now, but this is the first time I’m being seen on Sin city wrestling screens. So you have to look at this way either they think so little of you that they are putting you in my way instead of Jesse Salco or Twisted Sister, or they think so much of me that they haven’t put me in front of one of them. I wish you luck Elizabeth, and I hope you bring me a good fight. But in the end you are going to find out just how scary I am. And that despite what your parents told you monsters are real”<\center>

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