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Supercard Archives / Re: THE CONSPIRACY v BEN JORDAN and SAMANTHA MARLOWE - STREETFIGHT
« Last post by Luna Pasilno on April 12, 2024, 10:07:50 PM »
Tales of a King
Scene One | On-Camera(ish)

When Alex had told her that there was a director interested in making a documentary about them, she’d been skeptical. It was one of the strangely clearer events he remembered from the night James was shot. She said the director was a guy called Richard Hammering, she just knew it had to be someone taking the piss from him. One of the people who used to call up asked if there was a ‘Big Horny Bird’ there.

That was an interesting week.

So when she was finally introduced to Richard Hammering and they were given a run-down on things they wanted to film and talk about, to say she was surprised was an understatement. The man called Dick “The Power” Hammering was real, and he was actually trying to make a documentary on Alex. Supposedly a long time fan, someone who had connected with him way back when Alex’s father had been crucified and set on fire as a statement of return.

The documentary however was more than just a view into his life and wrestling. But a look into the lives of those around him. The recent arrest of Sullivan, Leon being dead, James being dead and Harrison having disappeared back to Ireland meant that realistically, there was only Luna, Adrienne and Alex left to tell any of the stories. That didn’t seem to be a deterrent for Hammering who was currently shooting some B-roll.

Alex had decided today was the day he was going to go and speak to Sullivan which meant she was left to the whims of this strange man, with only Adrienne as company. Considering the last time they’d spoken hadn’t been a positive one, to say she was filled with anxiety and trepidation would be an understatement. Yet here they were, inside a warehouse that was weirdly similar to the one that she remembered watching them all train in. The Broken Gymdom, James had always called it. Speed Bags, punching bags and a ratty boxing ring acting as a make-shift wrestling one. Rolling mats for when they decided for some ground wrestling. It was almost like walking back into that place.

But it wasn’t. Like almost everything of worth in their lives, it had been burnt down. Alex sure did get away with starting a lot of fires. Maybe because they were always in isolated areas, controlled and never had an insurance claim. Regardless, it was surreal being in this place. Whatever researching hammering had done, it had paid dividends today.

“Where do you want me?”

Hammering smiled and one of the crew members ushered her towards a chair. Just a simple steel chain. They had a few lights set up, making the chair almost blinding to look at. Nodding a little, she took a seat in it, with Adrienne giving her a double thumbs up from behind the crew. Credit where credit is due, Adrienne never seemed to hold a grudge. Luna however, was never quick to forgive. It was a tiring existence.

“Alright! Going to go through a few questions, just answer what comes to mind. We’ll do a few takes of things, and don’t worry if you stumble a bit. We can fix that all in post. Deep breath, and try not to look at the camera, keep your eyes on me. Alright, we're ready?” Hammering spurted out as he took a seat opposite her. Just to the right of the frame. Luna smiled and nodded.

“Alright! Thank you for sitting down with us. Luna, the lovely Luna Pasilno. She’s a recent joiner of the wrestling stratosphere, but boy howdy is she taking the wrestling world by storm. A two-time champion, and on track to be one of the biggest women’s stars in the sport today. Luna! Thank you, thank you. But today, we’re delving into the life and times of your one and only, your husband, Alexander Rabenschwarz, or as we all know him. Alexander Raven!” Hammering went off, talking a mile a minute. A passionate little man. His suit was ill-fitting and his combover was doing little to cover up his bald spot.

He seemed more likely to be filming a dirty movie in a farmer’s barn, than a documentary on a wrestler. Those doubts seemed to creep into her mind once more, but she put on a smile, reached out and shook hands with the man anyway.

“Luna, Luna. Lovely Luna, we’ve all heard you both talk about it. But take me back, if you can. Tell me some of those wonderful childhood memories. What was Alex like as a child? What was life like for you?” Hammering continued on, looking eagerly at her.

“What was he like? He was my best friend. There was always a bit of an age gap between us, but it never really mattered. My brother, James, and Alex. It was like they were made for each other. We moved to San Antonio pretty young. Parents had moved us up chasing money. Wasn’t long after that we met Alex. You know how they say that boys are only pulling your hair because they like you? Well, Alex wasn’t the one pulling my hair. Alex, he was the one putting the kids down for pulling my hair. He was the one who was getting roughed up by the bullies for being seen with that weird girl and that queer boy. I knew Alex liked me, because he wouldn’t let them pull my hair or be mean to me. Not without copping a fist to the lip, and a kick to the temple.” Luna said, smiling warmly. The happier memories were there, even between the bad ones.

“But what was life like? It was different, you know. Back then compared to where it would be. You wouldn’t pick it, but Alex came from a pretty loose household. Even more surprising as the son of German immigrants. His dad, he was always stoic, you know? A man who earnt his money with his fists. Things changed as we got a bit older. His father drank more, and his mother swanned us into her protection. Our parents died, and we might as well have been adopted by the Rabenschwarz family. We spent every day together. Every night together. It’s no secret we all come from broken families. Drugs broke ours, alcohol and poverty broke his. But we had each other, you know?  That’s all we needed. Each other.” Luna continued on. A touch of sorrow in her voice, reliving those thoughts.

Hammering continued to nod and smile, and then leaned over and whispered to one of his assistants. They scribbled down some notes. Probably some editing directions, she assumed. But who knew? This really did feel like it was going to turn into a bad casting call any minute.

“Wrestling was the next venture for you guys. Or more particularly, for Alex and James. You were a bit later to get into the ring, but the three of you were involved all the same. What were those early days like?” Hammering asked, crossing his legs and leaning forward. The man didn’t blink at all. It was unnerving.

“You know, it’s funny really. Looking back at those days, it's wild how different things were. Alex used to cosplay, you know? He’d go down to that ring, dressed up looking like M. Bison or Solid Snake. That was his whole thing, you know? Comic obsessed, game obsessed. He was playing a character and it was… sweet, you know? He had a lot more hope for the world. Even with how things had soured at home, he was having a better time with it all. Sometimes I wish we could go back, you know? Meanwhile, James was deep into his ‘Baracuda’ gimmick. He never really changed it, but he didn’t need to. He got it right from day one. He was playing himself turned up to eleven. Those early days, James was light years ahead of us all. He was going to be a star.” Luna said, a bittersweetness to her. Happy memories but also sad ones at the same time. It had only been four months.

“I think we’ve actually got some footage from that time. So we’ll make sure to put that in there. But while we’re on it. Let’s talk a bit more about that. James was the bigger talent, bigger star and destined for greatness. But it was Alex who got his break, and James left the business without ever really achieving much. What happened?” Hammering asked.

“Life happened, you know? James broke his neck, and he never really recovered. I began to go off the rails, Leon and I were destroying our lives and all those around us. Eventually Alex decided he wanted out too. A short World Championship reign, finished off by Griffin Hawkins of all people, led to him eventually getting his head bashed in by steel chairs so many times there were fears for permanent damage. We took our ball, and we left. Moved all the way to the otherside of the world. I lost touch with the boys a little. Alex more than James. He’d never forgiven me for leaving him for Leon. I don’t blame him. Marriage, love and life. These things came and James just never got that passion back. Rehabbing a broken neck once was enough for him and running that bar became the goal of his life. He was always a better bartender.” Luna said.

She smiled a little, wringing her hands together. Her head was murky all of a sudden. She’d been holding back from actually thinking about their lives. About thinking of everything that came before. She’d been trying to focus so much on herself and Alex, that she’d not really allowed herself to think about all that time with her brother.

“Alright, let's take a minute. I’d love to get some action shots of you and Adrienne in the ring if I could. Just for some b-roll footage. When you’re ready, just let me know.” Hammering said, a big smile plastered across his face. He handed her a bottle of water and got up, discussing something with another member of his crew. There were an impressive number of hands working today. Despite appearances, he did seem to be running an above board enterprise.

“I’ve known you guys since I could bang hips legally, and I ain’t ever heard half of these stories. You guys lived a far more exciting life than you ever let on. Australia tamed the fuck outta you animals.”” Adrienne was immediately upon her, babbling away. It was nice to have some semblance of normalcy. Of the world she knew, from before everything went bad. From before she stepped into the ring herself. From the ‘keta-queen’ days. Sometimes the past was also filled with the bad.

Luna took a long drink of the water, attempting to keep the tears that were threatening to leak through in her head. As cathartic as it was, she wasn’t going to pretend she didn’t simply want to hide away and cry her soul out once again. Who knew the body could hold so many tears in it.

“Marigold, I adore you. But that part of our lives was ours. We weren’t good people, we still ain’t good people. I mean, in just a few days I’m going to walk out to that ring with every intention of breaking both of Ben Jordan’s balls and smashing Sam Marlowe’s pretty little face so bad she’ll be asked to be a natural looking zombie. Cut down on make-up costs. We might’ve been party queens, and I might have been a little bit of a scrapper then. But we were nasty fucking kids. We were nasty wrestlers, and we were nasty people. You’re better off not having known us back then. You met us at the best time. Those boys always would’ve protected you, but at one point they would’ve thrown that guy straight down the stairs instead of making him leave with words.” Luna said, shaking her head a little. She sighed a bit, as she looked in the ring.

Taking bumps on that thing was going to suck, even if it was only for a few things. She wasn’t really looking forward to that.

“Think he’ll pay us more if I let you put my head between your thighs?” Adrienne said, poking gleefully into Luna’s ribs. Luna laughed a little, shook her head and then thought about it.

“Honestly. I don’t want to give him any fuel. He looks like he’s actually got a bang van and a casting couch.” Luna said, maybe just a touch too loudly. Dick Hammering looked mildly upset at the presumptions. If only for a moment.

And the two girls laughed.

Maybe things would get better.

One day.

Street Trash
Scene Two | On-Camera

As the scene opens, we see a streetlight, illuminating part of a road, and a footpath. There’s a group of kids mulling about under it, later age teens maybe. Bottles in hand, heavy clothes to hide whatever else they had on them. Though despite appearing to be in full conversation, they are all frozen in time.

The tap of the heel of boots echoes through the air. The night sky hanging thick above, framing the scene. Two people in the distance, arm in arm, walking toward the group of hoodlums. A bottle of wine in the hand of one of them. In the hand of Luna Pasilno. The figure she is linked with, wearing a mask. ‘NOBODY’ written across the mask several times.

“Once upon a time, I’d walk the streets like I owned them. Not in that way, of course. I might have been called a whore and a slut. But I reserved myself to the boy of the night, not the men who were paying bottom dollar for a little love and affection. Often, I’d walk the streets, floating on a cloud of ecstasy. Living in that deep dark hole of reprieve, and further pushing myself into oblivion with wine, beer and spirits. See, I wasn’t afraid of the world. I wasn’t afraid of the things that go bump in the night. I wasn’t afraid, because there was nothing for me to fear.”

“See, I was a pretty little flower with nothing to show for it. I was the scrappin’ little bitch from down south, with an attitude that’d make your mother cry. I had big bad boys to protect me, but the thing that people never expect. The groggy headed bitch would fight tooth and nail to protect herself. But that doesn’t always matter when it comes to the streets. The only rule when things go south is that we have to fight or die. The only rule.”

The hoodlums suddenly are full of life. Nodding at the two approaching. Nodding toward Luna and the man her arm is linked with. Like a pack of hyenas they swarm, encircling the two of them in the middle of that streetlight. Wolf whistles, crotch grabbing, and various claims of what they could do for her. Juvenile behaviour.

“The one thing I learnt is to always be ready to fight. See out here, nobody cares who you are. Where you’re from. How much money or notoriety you have. Out here it’s predator and prey, and only the strongest of the jungle survive. The pack mentality makes people think there is safety in numbers, and it's true. There is safety when there is more than one, except you're only as strong as your bravest little fighters. I wasn’t afraid to walk the streets because there wasn’t anything anyone could do to hurt me, more than I was already hurting myself. Half lucid, and half alive. I was a killer on these streets.”

“So when they told us, that this was going to be a street fight. We were beyond excited. The Conspiracy was going to take things to the street. And if we had had a moment more to talk about it we would’ve demanded a real street fight. Imagine the fun we could have had in the streets of Arizona. The car hoods we could’ve broken, the windshields we could’ve smashed. The bins we could have broken and the doors we could have knocked down. See, I think what people forget is that The Conspiracy. We were born in the fucking violence. We were born and bred to bleed and scrap and fight.”

Luna swung the bottle of wine and cracked it over the head of one of the guys that got too close. The man she was with pulled his hands free and cracked one of the others across the face. Brass knuckles on his fingers. The wine bottle swung again and cracked another in the head, smashing this time. Three down in mere moments. The world froze once more. Blood splatters, unconscious bodies and broken glass all around.

“Barbwire was my crowning achievement. In the city of Jack the Ripper I beat that bitch Alexandara Calaway at her own fucking game. Alex? In Puerto Rico he put a man through a skylight, wrapped his torn open arm with whatever he could find, and stole a fucking van to take another man on a car chase through the damn streets. Nearly bleeding out from his arm, he continued to battle and brawl with two other men to try and win that Puerto Rico street fight. What about Ben Jordan and Samantha Marlowe however? Sam being the second Krystal Wolfe, and I mean that as insultingly as it sounds. A bitch who is riding the accomplishments of years past and pretending that it means anything in the here and now. I know that sounds a touch hypocritical, but stick with me here. I’m building up to something.”

“See the difference, " are the things I talk about. They aren’t distant memories from years ago. These are things that have happened in the last twelve months. Sometimes even more recently. I’ve won two championships since you last even had a fucking sniff at it Samantha. I even outlasted your bitch ass to win the Internet Championship. And though the record books may say that Samantha Marlowe holds a win over Luna Pasilno, who really has been the winner through this all? Every single time we face off, in our out of the ring, you’ve ended up face down on the ground struggling to even keep your fucking eyes open. I’ve been one step ahead of you the entire time and you have the audacity to think we’re on an even footing? Not even close you ratty ass bitch.”

Life, breathing. The few who were still standing trying to lift their unconscious friends. Trying to pull them away from the two people. Abuse being hurled at Luna and the NOBODY, threatening to get them back for this. Luna simply holds the smashed remains of the bottle up, threatening to swing at anyone who comes near. The NOBODY stepped forward brandishing the brass knuckles, ready to swing on anyone who tried anything again.

“You could have avoided all of this, Samantha. That’s the saddest part of it. You could have kept your nose in your own business. You could have stayed in your own lane and avoided what is coming. You could have been free from the pain we are bringing to you. But you had to be like the bull. Running in to be slaughtered. Running in to be part of everything, because lord forbid you let someone else have the spotlight. Your friendship isn’t one of equality. Your team isn’t one of even footing. Two narcissists attempting to one up everyone else, whilst riding high on success that nobody even fucking remembers. Nobody gave a damn about Samantha Marlowe until she tried to move in on our fucking spotlight. Nobody gave a damn who either of you were, until we stepped up to the plate.”

“And that might be the saddest part of it all. That no matter what you have done. No matter what guys continue to do. You’re the nobodies in the street, who get left to rot in the gutter and bleed out. We’re going to show you what happens when you fuck with those who know how to crawl through the trash and muck. We’re going to show you what happens when you pick a brawl with the two best brawlers that there is today. But it’s a little bit more personal now. It’s personal because you just couldn’t stay in your own lane. You had to get involved. Why do they always have to get fucking involved in things that don’t include them?”

Luna screams, a banshee wail into the night air. The hoodlums taking off into the darkness beyond the street light. She keeps screaming, more and more, throwing the broken bottle to the ground, smashing what little remains of it. Grinding the shards of glass under her boot, as the NOBODY comes back to step in beside her, linking an arm with her again. His weaponised hand slipped back into a pocket.

“I’m going to enjoy what we get to do to you at Blaze of Glory, Samantha. I’m going to enjoy dragging you over broken glass. I’m going to enjoy smashing your face in with everything I can get my hands on. Hell, I’m going to even take pleasure in tearing your flesh from your face with my own fucking nails, because that. That is what you fucking deserve. You get in my path and I’m going to break your goddamn face. I’m going to break your bones, and I’m going to break you. And when we leave you a messed up fucking mess, that your own husband, that I’m still not totally convinced you aren’t fooling around on, can’t even identify. When we leave you a heap on the floor, that Ben Jordan has to sweep up and try to bring some humanity back to. When we leave you a broken, bleeding and fucked up mess, I want you to remember. I want you to remember everything I’ve said. I want you to remember that you did this to yourself.”

“You can’t blame anyone else. You can’t blame us for ruining your life. For ruining your fucking career. You can’t blame Ben for not protecting you. You can’t blame Alex for starting this war of salvation. You can’t blame me for shoving my fingers into your eyes. You can only blame yourself for the mess you will be left at the end of this all, Samantha. This is all your fault, and you could have avoided everything. But you just had to protect, Ben…”

She turns and headbutts the NOBODY. Both of them stumble a little, before Luna charges at him and jumps. Knocking him to the ground. Her hands wrapped around his head, lifting and banging it to the ground. Smacking it over and over. The mask comes off to reveal another beneath. ‘Ben Jordan’  is scrawled across this one. The implication is pretty clear.

“Don’t think we’re forgetting about you though, Ben. The man who started this all. Who decided that he was worth more than the earth he walks on. The man who gets to decide who belongs and who doesn’t. The man who gets to pretend like he is infallible because he has always done ‘the right’ thing. You aren’t a gift, Benjamin. You aren’t the man you think you are. You aren’t the all encompassing martyr of true benevolence that you would like to pretend. A man who has taken the opportunities of others and continually squandered them. A man who stands there and pretends that what he says and does is at all equitable to the real fucking hard work that The Conspiracy continues to put in. We’re the ones who do all the heavy lifting.”

“We’re the ones who make it so people like you, Ben can just fucking walk in and act like you belong. What the fuck have you done to to earn anything given to you? Insulted and belittled others? Flip flop around more than my bipolar little Harley Quinn ass, as the dear sweet Tempest would put it. You’re a beneficiary of a system that continues to hate on those of us who won’t fucking conform. The surrogate fathers, Daddy Christian and Daddy Mark. They continue to lord over us, and we all just take it. Not anymore. And they know the problem they’ve made for themselves now. We’re fucking untouchable, because we want to be free. We’re fucking untouchable, because there is no punishment that they can dish out that will tear us down. There is nothing that you can do, Ben, that we aren’t already willing and doing. So you can dance for your puppet masters. Pretend like this is a service. Pretend that you have a fucking chance. But boy.”

Luna smacks the man’s head against the ground one more time. A small pool of blood billowing beneath his head. In the carnage of unconscious bodies, dropped bottles and broken glass. There lies the man marked as BEN JORDAN. Luna slowly gets up and steps away from the body.

“I’m not going to refrain from breaking your face too, Ben. Alex and I? We’re going to ruin your fucking lives, and there is nothing. Nothing you can do to stop us. Because at the end of the day, your morals will get in the way. Are you going to be able to take that spike to my face, Ben? You going to be able to take a pipe, or a chair, or a fucking staple gun to my face? I don’t think you’ve got the balls. So when you have to make the choice, you falter. Just remember.”

“We offered you a way out.”

Luna slowly steps backwards, walking into the world beyond the streetlight. The bodies are all that remains. The light begins to flicker, and then it pops and everything goes dark.

“The Conspiracy is here.”

And then…

Darkness.

Silence.

Nothing.
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Supercard Archives / “New Year, New Angel Part V: Well……”
« Last post by Ariana Angelos on April 12, 2024, 09:16:30 PM »
Blaze of Glory was nearly here as was Ariana’s Triple Threat against Seleana Zdunich and the Golden Briefcase holder Georgie Robertson! But whilst Georgie had been silent, Seleana has at least put in some effort, can Ariana win her second match in a row?

Ariana’s home, Las Vegas, Nevada
Thursday the 11th of April 2024, 14:00pm

Man, I hate to have to call back to last year’s show but what do you expect me to do otherwise?

At least my first Internet Title Match was competitive, but this?! The only thing this match has in common with that match is that it was a Triple Threat Match, Georgie is silent again and Seleana? I’m not even sure where her mind is.

In other words, I think I’m the only one who gives a crap in this match.

It’s like Georgie did that stunt a few weeks ago with the champs and didn’t really have a plan beyond it! Seleana at least has title credentials but those feel like a lifetime ago, my Internet Title Reign may have been short (thanks Courtney) but I’ve at least held a title recently.

Or held a title in general in Georgie’s case, and no, the Golden Briefcase doesn’t count.

”Gods, has it been a year already?” I wondered to myself as I looked back on last year’s Blaze of Glory, only really fast forwarding through Krystal’s attack on me and Cassie because, well, bad memories and all. ”At least no one’s planning on stabbing me in the back THIS year!”

”That you know off.” Francisco responded simply and Ariana turned to her husband with a mock glare. ”Would Krystal’s actions have had the desired effect if she had made her plans public.”

”To quote one of my favourite Disney Movies, no, no, he’s got a point!” I chuckled in response before there was a knock at the door, naturally Oreo, Echo and Zeus all went racing to the door and I got up. ”And speaking of favourites, it’s time my favourite part of owning three dogs at once, answering the door and the doggos get to the door before you!”

”At least the cats are pretty chill about it.” Francisco pointed out as I made my way to the door and three the one large, fully grown dog and the two puppies, when I reached the door I saw one of my new neighbours and I opened the door slightly.

”Err, hi, sorry I’m navigating around my dogs.” I greeted the older guy as the three dogs got more excited, I managed to reach the door without letting them out and closed it behind me. ”How can I help you?”

“I just wanted to get to know the new neighbours, though I wasn’t expecting a girl as pretty as you.” The neighbour explained and I nodded in response with a slight grin. “So are you Italian?”

”Close, I’m Greek.” I corrected him as I brushed some hair over my shoulder. ”My husband’s inside and he’s Brazilian, we moved out here because we needed extra space for our dogs.”

“Yeah, I hear you, plenty of space for the dogs to run around out here.” The guy nodded in response as he looked around. “What do you do for work Ms.?”

”Ariana, and I’m a woman of many hats.” I responded with a grin as I folded my arms. ”But my main jobs are a cooking YouTuber and a professional wrestler for Sin City Wrestling.” I added and the guy’s eyes lit up when he realized that he recognized me.

“I thought you looked familiar! I thought all the SCW wrestlers who live in Vegas live over by the strip.” The older guy responded and I nodded in response. “How’s Carter these days?”

”Doing well, getting ready for the Mixed Tag with Kat Jones against The Barnharts, not to mention his wedding to Miles.” I responded with a shrug and the older guy nodded. ”Other than that? He’s doing good and so am I, or about as well as u can in this crazy division.”

“Yeah, I hear you, well good luck, we’re rooting for you.” The older guy responded before I returned to the house and navigated around the dogs again.

The Disaster Diaries, Ariana’s home, Las Vegas Nevada
Friday the 12th of April 2024, 21:00pm

*start vlog, on camera, promo time*

As I started the vlog I sat in front of my laptop with an annoyed expression on my face.

”Ever get the feeling that you got the short end of the stick? Because that’s how I feel with this Triple Threat Match right now.” I commented as I made myself comfortable. ”On paper this should be a great match, two former two time champions against the Golden Briefcase holder, need I say more? Unfortunately, in reality this match is probably gonna be a dud based on the effort by my opponents.2

Big quotation marks there.

”I mean Georgie continues to make me wonder how she won the Golden Briefcase Match in the first place with the lack of effort she’s been putting into her matches lately, and somehow? I doubt that’s gonna change!” I commented as I brushed some hair over my shoulder. ”And Seleana? What’s there to say that hasn’t already been said about her? She hasn’t held a title in years, as in, before the pandemic years, yet they keep hyping the fact that she’s a former World Bombshell Champion like Julianna beat her for the title instead of Courtney!”

But I digress.

”Regardless of how you look at it? I’m getting back to my winning ways with this match, winning ways that started with my win over Ericka at the last Climax Control! And trust me, I’m going to keep that train of momentum going until I take back the Internet Title, no matter who’s holding it by the time I get there!” I stated as I leaned forward on my desk. ”And if you think for even a second that Seleana and Georgie are going to get in my way? Big mistake!”

It's that simple.

”I don’t even know where my opponents’ heads are right now, only that they seem to be a lot less invested into this Triple Threat than I am! I beg these guys to prove me wrong because they are both talented wrestlers but somehow? I just don’t see it happening.” I added as I folded my arms. ”And I guess we’ll see if I’m right or not on Sunday, won’t we?”

And with that I decided to wrap things up.

”I will say that I expected a lot more from this match but what can you do when it’s apparent that your opponents couldn’t give a crap!” I shook my head with a disappointed sigh. ”And as you guys bask in the Golden Angel’s Light? I’m going to set my sights towards the future and whatever the next cycle has in store of “The Golden Angel” Ariana Angelos! See you guys in the ring at “New Year, New Angel Part V: Well……”!”

I turned off the webcam as the scene fades.
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Supercard Archives / Improbable but not Impossible
« Last post by MiloKasey on April 12, 2024, 07:52:05 PM »
Saturday Night
Westminster Hotel
London

While it wasn’t the most popular choice, at Miles' insistence, to keep from crowding his sister’s home with two more bodies, he checked himself and Carter into a hotel for the stay. And if anything after having to deal with Garrett’s mother, they could always use some split time away from one another to just breathe.

“Miles, are you sure everything is okay?” a female voice came through the phone as Miles rode down the elevator, “You and Carter just seemed so drained even after we got that ...witch out of there.”

“Trust me, Bri, it is fine.” He would look up and around, one thing about London, cameras everywhere and here was no exception, “Carter is feeling horrible about the things he said to Garrett’s mother, so be prepared for a never-ending string of texts, DMs, calls, and maybe even some amazing arrangements of flowers and whatever he comes up with Garrett as an apology.”

“That’s really not necessary, the way she has treated Carter since our wedding, then mom and how she was so snooty to you...”

“And to you and to her own damn son. I’m honestly at the point where if my brother-in-law doesn’t at least go no contact with that bitch, I may lose a little respect for him."

The elevator dings, and Miles steps out onto the marble flooring.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that. What are you up to anyway?”

“Came down because we ran out of towels and the front desk wasn’t answering so I’m taking matters into my own hands.” But as he turned to talk to the front desk, no one was there, “Lovely, apparently they decided to pop off to have a smoke.”

“Maybe they're getting freaky in the back?”

“If this wasn’t a highly respected hotel, I would say perhaps,” he laughed, looking around, but his eyes stopped short when he caught a figure sitting in the lobby, staring with so much distance and fire that if it were all possible, she would probably be able to drop him dead where he stands, “Oh, apparently the bitch’s broomstick still works.”

“She’s THERE?!? Alright, fuck this, I’m coming right over.”

“No, don’t bother. It’s time I handle this bitch myself. If I need help hiding the body...”

“I’ll keep the kettle warm.”

Wendy Barnes. This woman is a thorn in his family’s side, and it is going to come to an end.

Miles would set her right, once and for all.

In about five wide strides into the lobby, he practically stood over her, her eyes never leaving his, “Wendy, taking to stalking your in-laws now?”

“Mm, something like that. Honestly, Miles, the way you and your lot acted tonight...”

“Was exactly what you deserved, Wendy. First of all, you are lucky my sister can handle herself and Garrett won’t stand for your... what’s a polite way to put this... snobbery?”

Wendy's expression remained cold and calculating as she tilted her head slightly, studying Miles with a mixture of disdain and curiosity. “I have every right to be concerned about my son's well-being, Miles. And after what I witnessed tonight, I have serious doubts about the stability of your family dynamic.”

Miles gritted his teeth, his patience wearing thin with every word that came out of Wendy's mouth. “Our family dynamic is none of your concern,” he retorted sharply. “And as for Garrett, he's a grown man capable of making his own decisions. It is really true what they say that you can pick your friends but not your family, at least the ones by blood. But, seeing as he even had enough of your shenanigans at dinner, I would seriously reconsider how you handle yourself around your son, if I were you.”

Wendy's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Miles could see the flicker of anger behind her cold facade. “You think you know everything, don't you? But let me tell you something, Miles Kasey. You may have everyone else fooled with your charming smile and your flashy wrestling career, but I see right through you. I know exactly what kind of man you are.”

Miles felt a surge of anger bubbling up inside him, but he forced himself to stay calm. He couldn't let Wendy get to him, not now. “Oh, do you now?” he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “And what kind of man am I, in your esteemed opinion?”

Wendy leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. “Besides the filthy lifestyle with your...partner...You're just like your father,” she hissed. “A coward and a failure.”

The words hit Miles like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, he was speechless. His father had always been a sore subject, a painful reminder of everything Miles had tried to escape from. And here was Wendy, throwing his father's failures back in his face like a weapon.

But Miles refused to let her see how much her words had affected him. With a steely glare, he straightened up to his full height, towering over Wendy as he locked eyes with her. “You have no idea what you're talking about,” he said, his voice cold and hard. “And if you ever dare to compare me to my father again, I swear to God, you'll regret it. I hated that man, even in death and what he did to my mum and to Bri and I and God knows who else...so...if you excuse me.”

Miles turned to try and grab the attention of the front desk staff and to leave this woman in her own self-pity and Wendy recoiled slightly at the intensity in Miles' voice, but she quickly composed herself and stood up to face him. “You can threaten me all you want, Miles. But I won't stand idly by and watch you destroy my family.”

“Your family?” Miles scoffed. “Last time I checked, Garrett was the one that married Bri, he is the father of your only grandchild, who for some reason absolutely adores you. The only reason you seem to have a problem with any of it is because Bri’s twin brother is in a committed relationship with another man. And somehow you think that destroys your precious family dynamic. That has been obvious to practically everyone since you had the pleasure of meeting me. You really need to get your priorities straight before you end up utterly alone, Ms. Barnes.”

With that, Miles turned on his heel and strode away, leaving Wendy standing there in stunned silence. Making his way over to the front desk and finally making a request for the towels that he originally came down here for and maybe see if he could get a bottle of whiskey after having to deal with this woman for the 2nd time in a few hours.

When the attendant left to go grab what he needed he could hear Wendy huff and grab her large oversized purse from the floor. Shortly after that that’s when she stomps over with her Louboutin heels and slams a folder down next to him, “Don’t think you know everything about your family, Mr. Kasey.”

And with that she walked away, the file sitting to his left. He looks at it for a second and almost grabs it but then a big pile of fluffy white towels drops on top of it. “There you go, Mr. Kasey and sorry about that once again. I’ll make sure that the rest gets to you as soon as we can.”

“Yeah, thanks.” as he scoops the whole thing along with the file.

As Miles made his way back to the elevator, his mind was reeling with thoughts of his father and the painful memories he had long tried to bury but the file in his hand told me that the sins of his father were about to rear their ugly head again. He knew Wendy Barnes was trying to get under his skin, to provoke him into reacting. But he refused to let her win. He had come too far, fought too hard, to let someone like her tear him down.

When the boys returned home to Las Vegas, the file Wendy had given him remained tucked away, untouched, in his bag. He couldn't bring himself to open it. But as hours turned into days, the file seemed to taunt him, its presence a constant reminder of the secrets lurking within.

Time and again, Miles found himself on the verge of looking inside, only to be interrupted by work commitments, training obligations, or simply his own apprehension. He knew that once he opened that file, there would be no turning back. He would be forced to confront the truth, no matter how painful it might be.

But finally, one quiet evening, with Carter asleep beside him, Miles summoned the courage to face what lay inside. With trembling hands, he opened the bedside table’s drawer, reaching for the file and pulled out the stack of papers within. As he flipped through them, his heart pounding in his chest, he felt a surge of emotions wash over him.

The documents revealed a truth he had long suspected but never wanted to acknowledge: his father had indeed led a double life, with another family in a small town just north of Manchester, a little town called Middleton. According to the records, his father had taken up with a woman named Rebecca shortly after Miles and Brianna were born, and they had a son together in 2002, the child was not even 3 when their dad died.

Miles stared at the papers in disbelief, his mind reeling with questions. Who was this half-brother he never knew existed? What had his father been thinking, keeping such a massive secret from his own children and the woman that put up with his drunken bullshit for so damn long?

As the weight of the truth sank in, Miles felt a mixture of anger, sadness, and confusion. Did this brother even know that he had two older siblings? And what was worse...there was a name, Lyle. It would be better if he had a picture but to name this child Lyle...The same damned name of that bastard that gave his seed to the three and who knows how many other Kasey spawn.

With a heavy heart, Miles tucked the documents back into the file and set it aside. He knew that this was only the beginning of this adventure, that there were still many challenges ahead. But for now, he would take things one step at a time, determined to uncover the truth and make sense of the tangled web his father had left behind. He may have been blindsided by his father's secrets, but he refused to let them define him. With Carter by his side, he knew that he could face whatever the future held, no matter how daunting it may seem.


Inside the Go Gym
Las Vegas, NV

The Go Gym was alive with energy as Miles stepped through the doors, the sound of weights clanging and trainers shouting filling the air. He made his way over to the wrestling ring where Kristjan, known to many as K or Fenris, was waiting for him.

"Hey, K," Miles greeted him with a nod. "Ready to put me through the wringer?"

K grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Always, Milo. Today, we're going to work on something special."

Miles raised an eyebrow. "Special how?"

K motioned for Miles to step into the ring, a smirk playing on his lips. "Remember how we’ve been talking about the one thing you think you’re missing? Well, I've been thinking about it and I think I’ve found that new submission move to add to your arsenal. Something that'll catch your opponents off guard but something with your strengths that you have will be damn near impossible for them to escape."

“You have my attention,” Intrigued, Miles climbed into the ring, his mind momentarily distracted from thoughts of his newfound half-brother. He focused on the task at hand, eager to lose himself in the world of wrestling.

As K began to demonstrate the new move, Miles watched intently, taking mental notes of every twist and turn. Together, they practiced tirelessly, K offering guidance and encouragement every step of the way. The poor trainee that turned into their practice dummy had been put through it with those two with how much they were determined to perfect it.

Meanwhile, in the corner of the gym, a new face caught Miles's eye. A young wrestler, barely out of his teens, was shadowing one of the trainers, his movements hesitant yet determined. But every once in a while, he would catch the young man watching him and Fenris rather intently.

Curiosity piqued, Miles approached the young wrestler, extending a hand in greeting. "Hey there, I'm Miles. What's your name?"

The young man looked up, surprise flickering in his eyes before he offered a shy smile. "I'm LJ," he replied, his British accent tinged with nervousness. "I'm part of the exchange program from the UK, invited personally by Gabriel Stevens. Sorry I was staring, just couldn’t help it."

Miles nodded, impressed by LJ's determination to train in a foreign country. "Well, LJ, welcome to Go. Also, don’t worry about the whole starring thing, it tends to happen around here when I work with Kristjan. I have a feeling you're going to fit in just fine. Just avoid the big brooding sweaty asshole in the ring and you’ll live to make it back to your family in one piece."

“I FUCKIN’ HEARD THAT, MILO! Get your ass in here!”

They both cringe and Miles shakes his head, “He’s also got ears like a dog. Either way, pleasure meetin’ ya, mate. Good to meet people from the home country anyways.” he shook LJ’s hand one more time before Miles returned to the ring, ready to continue his training with K.

As the time flew by, he threw himself into the practice, the weight of his family's secrets momentarily forgotten in the thrill of the fight. Even Carter had joined them and taken a seat at ringside to watch his fiance work hard.

By the time the session came to an end, Miles was drenched in sweat but grinning from ear to ear. With K's help, he had mastered the new submission move and felt more confident than ever about his upcoming match against Peter Vaughn.

“Now to just come up with a name for it,” Miles laughed, running his hands through his soaked curls.

“Oh I’m sure there are several there but I’m coming up absolutely blank at the moment.”

“Well I can’t have you do all the work, I’m sure there has to be a name that fits absolutely per-”

“THIRST TRAP!!!” That caught both men’s attention as Carter blurted it out before covering his mouth. “I mean...It works!”

Miles and K look at each other for a moment and Miles gets a shit eating grin on his face, “Thirst Trap it is.”

K just sighed, “Sweet Christ, of course you’d go that way. Get out of my ring and go home before we go another round.”

Miles laughed as he rolled out of the ring, to greet Carter with a kiss as a thank you. “I think a shower is needed before we leave.” And Carter mumbled about a shower at home before he agreed. Miles told him to give him a few minutes and as he made his way to the locker rooms he glanced over at LJ, who was still deep in conversation with the trainer. Something about the determined look in LJ's eyes reminded Miles of his own journey to become a wrestler, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship with the young man.


My Mt. Everest
Las Vegas, NV

Miles sat behind his desk in his office, a room that sometimes doubles as his own personal game room in the home that he and Carter built together, well, not the building persay but the inside was all them. But the condo that they called home...THAT he was able to buy with his money, saving practically everything he could just so he could find a place to call his own and eventually Carter could call his.

To his right, sat his SCW Internet Championship gleaming beside him. As he listened to Peter Vaughn's disparaging words on his laptop screen, a mixture of anger and determination surged through him.

Miles leaned back in his chair, the words of Peter Vaughn echoing in his mind like a relentless drumbeat. With a furrowed brow, he mulled over each arrogant remark, his frustration simmering beneath the surface.

"By failing to prepare, you're preparing to fail," Peter had said, his voice dripping with condescension. The quote, attributed to Benjamin Franklin, had struck a chord with Miles, igniting a fierce determination to prove Peter wrong.

"Sure, the guy's got some dents in his reputation now, but he sure had a way with quotations," Peter had added, his tone laced with mocking amusement. But Miles wasn't about to let Peter's smug commentary go unchallenged.

"So, Peter thinks he's some kind of sage now, spouting off inspirational quotes to justify his own arrogance," Miles muttered to himself, a wry smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Well, here's one for you, Peter: 'Pride goeth before a fall.'"

Miles's gaze hardened as he recalled Peter's dismissive remarks about his preparation for their upcoming match. The implication that Miles hadn't been training his ass off, that he wasn't fully prepared to face Peter in the ring, lit a fire in Miles's belly that threatened to consume him.

"Peter seems awfully confident that he's got me all figured out," Miles muttered, his voice tinged with quiet determination. "But he's about to learn that he's underestimated me for the last time."

With a sense of purpose burning in his chest, Miles rose from his chair, his championship belt clenched tightly in his hand. The weight of the gold felt like a talisman, a symbol of his strength, his resilience, his unwavering determination to overcome whatever obstacles stood in his path.

"Peter Vaughn may think he's got the upper hand and he will tell everyone that is remotely within ear shot that he has the proverbial ball in his court," Miles declared, his voice ringing with quiet resolve. "But he's about to find out that I'm not the same man he faced before. I've been preparing for this moment my entire life, and I'm not about to let him stand in my way."

Miles's fingers drummed impatiently on the desk as he replayed Peter Vaughn's words in his mind. Each barb, each insult, each smug declaration fueled the growing fire within him.

"And he seems to think he's got me all figured out, and they always do. They ALL do, especially the egocentric dickbags that always think that they are so much better than me" Miles muttered to himself, his voice laced with quiet contempt. "Thinks he can waltz in here and belittle everything I've worked for, everything I've sacrificed, with a few clever words and a cocky smirk. I’d claim that shit but we all know how many have come and gone with that same bullshit attitude and have left just as fast."

The memory of Peter's mocking tone, his arrogant swagger, made Miles's blood boil. Who did Peter think he was, to pass judgment on Miles's dedication, his commitment, his integrity?

"He's got it all wrong," Miles growled, his voice low and dangerous. "He seems to think I'm just here for the ride, to coast along on my laurels, to bask in the glory of my championship without putting in the work. Thinks I'm some kind of amateur, some kind of joke. And I’m not going to lie, Peter Vaugh is my Mt Everest, and I’m bound and determined to make it not only a personal victory but one of my best yet."

But Miles knew better. He knew the truth. Knew the blood, sweat, and tears he'd poured into every training session, every match, every victory. Knew the sacrifices he'd made, the obstacles he'd overcome, the demons he'd battled.

"He wants to talk about preparation?" Miles scoffed, a bitter edge creeping into his voice. "Fine. Let's talk about preparation. Let's talk about the countless hours I've spent in the gym, pushing myself to the limit, honing my skills, perfecting my craft. The amount of learning trees that I have sat under, shaking it for all it’s worth to see what will fall out of to get that much fucking better, Peter. Let's talk about the sacrifices I've made, the pain I've endured, the setbacks I've overcome."

Miles's eyes blazed with determination as he spoke, his voice growing stronger with each word. He refused to let Peter Vaughn's arrogance undermine everything he'd worked for, everything he stood for.

“But no, this son of a bitch thinks he's got me all figured out," Miles declared, his voice ringing with quiet defiance. "But he's about to learn that he's underestimated me for the last time. He wants a fight? Fine. He's got one. And when all is said and done, it'll be Peter Vaughn who's left lying on the mat, staring up at the champion. And then maybe, just maybe, I’ll peel your ass off the mat and offer my hand, to shake, because mate, despite how little you think of me, I will always be the better man."

Miles leaned back in his chair, picking up the belt he fought so hard for to have and to keep all this time. The weight of the SCW Internet Championship rested heavily in his hands. For seven months, that title had been more than just a symbol of his success—it had been a validation of everything he'd worked for, everything he'd fought for, everything he'd sacrificed.

"You want to talk about what being the SCW Internet Champion means to me?" Miles said, his voice tinged with a mixture of pride and determination. "It means everything. It means proving to myself, to the world, that I belong here, that I'm worthy of this spotlight, that I'm capable of achieving greatness."

Miles's eyes sparkled with emotion as he spoke, his passion for the sport evident in every word. Being the SCW Internet Champion hadn't just been about winning matches or collecting accolades—it had been about pushing himself to be the best, about rising to the challenge, about proving his doubters wrong.

"For seven months, I've poured my heart and soul into this championship," Miles continued, his voice growing stronger with each word. "I've defended it with everything I've got, against some of the toughest competitors in the world. Some that Peter Vaughn would look down upon but I KNOW BETTER! I've fought tooth and nail, time and time again, to keep this title around my waist, to prove that I'm not just a flash in the pan, that I'm not just a placeholder."

The memories of his hard-fought battles, his triumphant victories, his crushing defeats, flooded Miles's mind as he spoke. Being the SCW Internet Champion had been a rollercoaster of emotions, a journey filled with highs and lows, twists and turns, but through it all, Miles had never wavered in his determination to be the best.

"And now, Vaughn thinks he can come in here and take it all away from me," Miles said, his voice hardening with resolve. "Thinks he can belittle everything I've accomplished, everything I've sacrificed, with a few clever words and a cocky smirk. Well, he's got another thing coming. Because I refuse to let him tarnish everything I've worked for, everything I've fought for, everything I've sacrificed."

With a resolute nod, Miles rose from his chair, his championship belt clenched tightly in his hand. The fire in his eyes burned brighter than ever, fueled by the desire to prove Peter Vaughn wrong, to silence his taunts once and for all.

"Let's do this," Miles muttered, a fierce determination coursing through his veins. "It's time to show Peter Vaughn what I'm made of. And trust me, he's not going to like what he sees."

With a steely glint in his eyes, Miles marched towards the ring, his heart pounding with anticipation. Peter Vaughn may be a formidable opponent, but Miles was ready to meet him head-on, armed with determination, grit, and a burning desire to emerge victorious. And when the final bell rang, it would be Peter who was left standing in the shadow of Miles's triumph.
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Supercard Archives / Re: BOBBIE DAHL (c) v BELLA MADISON - ROULETTE TITLE
« Last post by Bobbie Dahl on April 12, 2024, 07:14:09 PM »
Blaze of Glory Twelve is just around the corner and soon Bobbie and her family will be heading to Flagstaff for all of the pre-match festivities leading up to the show. It’s been known for weeks that Bobbie would be defending her title against Bella Madison, so she had ample time to prepare herself both mentally and physically for the challenge ahead. She had faced Bella once already since making her return- before she won the Bombshell Roulette Championship- and she had come out on the winning end. But this time felt different to her. Because it was different.

It’s the day before they are scheduled to leave for Flagstaff and Bobbie is at her parents’ new home just outside of Las Vegas. Even though it’s Nevada, and the temperature can get relatively hot even in early spring, today was unseasonably cooler. It was the perfect day for Bobbie and her mother, though. They both had enjoyed temperatures like this back in Illinois, so this gave them a chance to sit out in the backyard and just have a relaxing day before Bobbie had to get down to business with her upcoming match. Artie, meanwhile, is off somewhere else getting in a training session to prepare for the Blast From The Past Tournament.

But Bobbie is clearly distracted at the moment. She’s fairly quiet as they sit in their chairs on the patio while Loki has found a spot under a tree to get some shade after romping around playing with some of his toys. Barbie, her mother, turns her head and stares at her daughter for a moment, trying to get a sense of what may be on her mind before breaking the silence between them. Considering everything recently, there was only one of two things that could be bothering Bobbie. Or both. And one subject, Barbie did not want to bring up right off the bat on the off chance it was something else.

“Alright,” she finally says, breaking the long silence and setting her glass of tea down on the small table between them. “You’re nervous about your match against Bella, aren’t you? That has to be it, because you’re too quiet.”

Bobbie sighs and turns her head to look at her mother. She, too, sets her glass of tea on the table, and she shakes her head with a bit of a smile. “So much for a relaxing day? You just can’t help yourself sometimes, can you?” Bobbie responds, although it is more out of amusement than annoyance. She knew her mother cared and had been worried about her quite a bit recently, as did her father. It was what made them such great parents.

Barbie smiles back. “I’m your mother,” she says very matter of factly. “I’m supposed to pry whenever I think it's warranted. What kind of mother would I be if I didn’t?”

Bobbie nods, seeing her mother’s point. She lets out a sigh as her attention darts to Loki, still resting under the tree. “I mean, yeah I am nervous. I’d be crazy not to be. Blaze of Glory is a big show. The biggest of the year along with High Stakes.” She pauses, gathering the rest of her thoughts. She had so many of them, she didn’t know where to begin. “Bella is a tough opponent. I just barely defeated her last time. And this time? She might just pull off the win and make my title reign shorter than I wanted it to be.”

Barbie nods slowly. Bobbie’s anxiousness was understandable in this instance, but she was prepared to do anything and everything she could to get her daughter into better spirits. “There’s always a chance that she could, yes. But your father and I have watched you over the last few months, and you improve each and every time. But I sense your focus isn’t completely on Bella lately as it should be. There’s more, isn’t there?” Barbie used her last question as a gentle transition into the subject she had been avoiding. And if she was wrong, that would be even better.

Bobbie didn’t answer right away. She remained silent for a while, and Loki had finally gotten up from his spot under the tree and trotted over to Bobbie’s side, sitting down next to her. He rested his head on her knee and Bobbie took the opportunity to gently pet and scratch the top of his head, loving on her baby boy as he so wanted. He could sense she needed him just as well. After a few moments gathering her response, Bobbie finally caved and admitted something her mother wasn’t completely expecting. “I’m trying to find a way to get over this…jealousy…I feel towards Bella.”

“Jealousy?” Barbie asks, slightly surprised. “I’ve never known you to be jealous of anyone for any reason.” Barbie gives her daughter her full attention, hoping she can support her in any way possible.

Bobbie shrugs quickly, trying to brush it off like it’s not a big deal, but she knows her mother won’t accept that. So she has no choice but to explain. “Every time I try to go and prepare to face her again, I’m reminded of the fact that she has this beautiful baby girl at home. And she was back in the ring just a few months after giving birth to her.” Bobbie closes her eyes and sighs. “That has to be some sort of record. But not that it should matter to me, because that won’t be happening to me anyway, but I still can’t stop be a little jealous.”

Barbie shakes her head. She knew Bobbie had been struggling a lot recently with this situation, but she still hadn’t given her mother more information. Barbie had to get to the bottom of it and know all the facts if she wanted to really help Bobbie. “Alright. I have let this go on longer than I should have. It might not be the best time to discuss it now, but it has to be done.” Bobbie looks at her mother, confused. Barbie just sits up straight as she faces her daughter. “I want you to tell me what exactly the doctor said. All you told me was that you can’t have kids, but you never gave me specifics.”

Bobbie shakes her head. “No. There’s no need to.”

“There most certainly is a need to.” Barbie responds quickly. “Now, spill it. Tell me what the doctor told you.”

Bobbie goes silent for a few moments, staring at her mother. There was no way she was getting out of telling her the details, so she had to emotionally prepare herself to go back to the day she had been thinking about for the last several months. And she just hoped she wouldn’t start crying all over again…

Several months ago…

Just a few days ago, Bobbie had gone through several different tests with her doctor. She and Artie had been privately discussing, and even trying, getting pregnant and adding a little one to their family for some time, but as they were not having any luck they both decided it was best to see their respective doctors to find out if there was an underlying cause. Artie’s tests had come back absolutely perfect, which was a relief. But today was the day they were going to find out all of the results of Bobbie’s tests. To say Bobbie was nervous was an understatement.

The two of them are seated in her doctor’s office, waiting for him to finish with another patient and come deliver the news to them. Bobbie’s right leg kept bouncing up and down, one of the outward signs of her growing anxiety, and Loki was not there to help ease it. Artie did his best, though, as he takes her hand in his and gives it a gentle squeeze. “It’ll be okay, Bobbie.” He says, reassuring her as best as he could. “Just try to relax.”

Bobbie shakes her head. “I can’t, Artie. I know there is something wrong with me, because all of your tests came back perfect.” She turns her head to look at him, somehow managing a little smirk. “Hell, the doctor said your little swimmers were some of the most active he’s ever seen!”

Artie cracks a smile, but even though the comment came from Bobbie, his cheeks still flush a little red. This whole process had been a little awkward for the both of them, but when they had heard that line from his doctor, Bobbie had laughed and Artie had just scratched his head in an awkward silence.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll ever forget hearing those words.” Artie replied, letting out a laugh.

“Neither will I.” Bobbie responds, but once again returns to the present moment as they still wait for her doctor. “And it’s how I know that something is wrong with me. You deserve to be a daddy, and here I am, unable to make that happen.”

Artie doesn’t get a chance to respond, as there is a gentle knock on the door and then her doctor slowly walks in, holding a tablet in his hand. “Bobbie. Artie. Good to see the both of you again.” He says as he sits down in the chair behind his desk to face them.

“Alright, doc.” Bobbie says, sitting up straight. “Just break it to me. The wait has been killing me. What is wrong with me?”

Artie shakes his head and just rubs Bobbie’s shoulder. Her doctor, while slightly amused with her rushing him, doesn’t crack a smile. He sets the tablet down and Bobbie and Artie prepare themselves. “I have gone over all of your test results, and while it’s not terrible news, it’s also not exactly good news, either.”

“W-what does that mean?” Artie asks first.

“Just tell me. Am I able to get pregnant or not?” Bobbie asks bluntly.

“Technically, yes, there is a chance you could get pregnant.” Her doctor responds. Artie smiles, almost relieved, but Bobbie knows there is more. “But not without some difficulty. And this is not me getting your hopes up either. After reviewing all of your tests, we have determined you have Polycystic Ovarian–”

“PCOS…” Bobbie interrupts him. She knew exactly what it was, but she had never really suspected it because she didn’t have all of the tell tale signs or symptoms.

“Yes.”  Her doctor confirms. “There are several options for you, Bobbie, and I suggest the both of you discuss how you want to proceed with this and when you might want to have a child. Due to your age, the longer you wait, the probability of a successful pregnancy diminishes.”

It wasn’t the news Bobbie had wanted to hear, but she had somehow expected it. Artie was obviously more hopeful after hearing everything the doctor was saying, but as the doctor continued to go over her options, she began to tune out. All she could think about was that she was right. Artie was perfectly able to father a child, but she was the reason they could not conceive…and probably never would.


Bobbie fell silent as she finished telling her mother exactly how her appointment had gone those many months ago. Her mother sat there, slowly nodding, but she, too, was more hopeful than Bobbie was. She reached forward and took Bobbie’s hand in hers. “Bobbie, honey, if you and Artie really want a baby, there are ways to make it happen. Just because it could be difficult, doesn’t make it impossible.”

Bobbie shakes her head. She had stopped petting Loki and he gently pawed at her to get her to continue. She all too happily obliged. “Options? If Artie and I want to have a baby, the only options we have to have a biological child require a lot of time and help. Not to mention, money. With my wrestling career–”

“Have you and Artie discussed all of this? And what you really want to do?” Barbie asks, stopping Bobbie before she could finish any of the negative speak.

Bobbie shakes her head. “Not really. He knows how upset I was after that appointment so he didn’t really push it. And then I returned to SCW so it just got put on the backburner.”

“The two of you really need to have a sit down discussion about this, and soon.” Barbie replies. “Maybe when you are on break after Blaze of Glory, that can be your opportunity. And whatever you two decide, your father and I will support you all the way. Don’t rob yourselves of the chance to be parents if it is what you really want.”

Barbie squeezes Bobbie’s hand again, comforting her as much as she could. Bobbie slowly nods and looks down at her baby boy Loki, silently wondering if the only child she is meant to have is a four legged one. She had to set those thoughts aside, and soon, however, because her match against Bella was fast approaching. And if she wants to retain the Bombshell Roulette Championship again, she needs to focus.

Focus, focus, focus….


Blaze of Glory…Wow! I can’t believe we’re already at this biggest show of the biggest show of the year! Well, unless you could High Stakes, but I know Blaze of Glory has always been considered SCW’s biggest and most hyped up event and for good reason. A lot of fantastic matches have taken place at this show, and there is no doubt that history will be made time and time again on a Blaze of Glory card. Hell, maybe even this weekend, but I’m not a psychic so I couldn’t tell ya honestly.

I’ve known for a while now that, as long as I had retained my title, I would be defending it against Bella Madison at Blaze of Glory Twelve. When I found out, I was pretty excited because Bella Madison is someone I respect a hell of a lot, and she truly deserves this chance. But from the time it had been announced up until now, I didn’t do my job as the Bombshell Roulette Champion. I could have showed up every week to hype this match or speak to Bella a time or two and really get ready for it, but I didn’t. I did exactly what I told myself when I won this title that I wasn’t going to do. I wasn’t representing my title. I wasn’t being a champion, and for that…I’m sorry.

Being a champion, it takes a lot of focus and dedication. I knew that before I truly set my sights on winning the Roulette Championship anyway. I had to make sure that I was really prepared and that I could handle it all, and I told myself I was ready. I told myself I could handle anything and anyone that was thrown my way, but look at what happened. I let other stuff steal my focus away, and it’s taken attention away from this match and the performance that Bella and I could put on for our family and the fans. People could be talking about this match right now, but they really aren’t.

I’m sorry, Bella. You deserve for this chance to be bigger than I’ve given it to be. You’ve worked your booty off for so long, just like I did when I was working for my chance, and it is the champion’s job to make more noise than I have in recent weeks. I put other stuff higher on my list of priorities, and I know now that that was a mistake. As the Bombshell Roulette Champion, I need to do better. And if I beat you at Blaze of Glory Twelve, I WILL do better, because I have to.

I can still do this. I don’t have anything holding me back, except myself. The only thing I can say that was taking my focus away was worrying about Artie in the Blast From the Past Tournament, but there is time to deal with that. I only had so much time to get ready to face you again. And I know you’re far from the same Bella Madison that I faced last time. You’ve been on a roll, girl. And I commend you for that. But I have to ask…

Are you REALLY ready to be the Bombshell Roulette Champion, let alone ANY champion in SCW? Can you really sit there and say that you can do what I have stumbled in doing and focus as much time and dedication into representing SCW and the Roulette division as it deserves? Are you really prepared to put your body through anything and everything to defend this title? I could go on and on with more questions, but I think you get my point here.

Think about your baby girl, Bella. Maybe you’re able to be a champion and a great mother, but the physicality of what the Roulette Wheel puts us through is no joke, honey. There are going to be times that your body is so battered and bruised, that you won’t be able to hold your baby girl when she’s begging for you to. Or, that she’ll see cuts and bruises on you and either be scared at what she sees, or she’ll wonder…what happened to mommy?

I mean no disrespect, Bella. I’m not trying to be the bad guy here, but I’m trying to be realistic and prepare you for what could be in your future. I can’t guarantee that I will be able to beat you, and honestly? I’m not upset by that. Do I want to keep my reign going? Absolutely. But I see how determined you are and how much you want this. And I am preparing myself for the very real possibility that this time, you just might be better than me.

What we do is hard, Bella. Everyone knows that, and we also know that there are people out there that say professional wrestlers can’t, or shouldn’t, have families and do what we do. But plenty have proven them wrong. But the fact is that you jumped back into the ring pretty damn fast. Faster than anyone I’ve ever seen after having a baby, and I don’t know if that was determination or…I don’t know. I’m not going to even begin to sit here and pretend that I know or understand your life or how you and Malachi work things out raising your daughter. I’m just trying to get you to really think about everything, if you already haven’t.

Once that target is on your back, Bella, the only way it goes away is by losing the title. As soon as you win the title, you’ll have every woman backstage gunning for you- well, maybe not EVERY woman, but a good chunk of them, anyway.

I’m excited about this match, Bella. You’re one of the few that I know shows respect to each and every match and each and every opponent. As long as they deserve it anyway. It’s one of the things I respect about you so much and if you beat me on Sunday? I will gladly hand over the Roulette title and raise your hand in victory. Is that something I really want to do? Of course not. But I’m woman enough to show good sportsmanship anyway!

I’m not ready to give this title up, Bella. I’m going to fight tooth and nail to keep hold of it, and I know you’re going to fight just as hard to take it from me. To that I say bring it, honey. Let’s go out there and put on the match of a lifetime. Let’s show everyone why were two of the toughest Bombshells on this roster. Let’s bring the house down and then afterwards, if we’re still standing anyway…each of us can move forward in our own ways.

Oh and to Georgie Robertson, if you’re watching this…if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay the hell away from this match! Just a little food for thought.

See you Sunday, Bella! May the better Bombshell win!

And I plan to!!
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Supercard Archives / “Influencing the Division Part V: Two Different Souths.”
« Last post by Krystal Wolfe on April 12, 2024, 06:58:20 PM »
”Some might argue that everything I did after last year’s Blaze of Glory did more harm than good to my career in the long run.

Setting aside the fact that those actions cost me my marriage to Makayla and ultimately, the chance to be present for Cara and Zosia’s birth last May, I burned pretty much every bridge I had built in SCW, caused people to revaluate my actions back when I was the newest Bombshell on the scene, not to mention that Roulette Title Reign back in 2021, me? I still view it as worth it.

Sure, I was being influenced by Sin and all that shit but you’re forgetting one thing, it got me noticed, something that’s very important in an industry where popularity isn’t always tied to your wrestling talent, I had been floundering as the third wheel in Team Go and I needed the shakeup.

Who cares if it cost me two friendships and the respect of most of the Go Gym Graduates? I didn’t enter this industry to make friends, I entered this industry to make money and show the world what I could do! Ericka will be another example of this on Sunday when I make an example of her live on PPV! And after that?

Well, we’ll see how Tempest’s defence against the other Crystal goes, won’t we?”

Krystal’s home, Las Vegas, Nevada
Wednesday the 10th of April 2024, 16:00pm

We see Krystal in the twins’ room, watching over the baby girls with a contemplative look on her face.

”Has it really been almost a year?” Krystal wondered out loud before the door opened and Makayla walked in. ”Feels like it’s been longer since you guys were born.”

”Tell me about it.” Makayla sighed as she walked up to the crib and looked over her daughters. ”To be fair though? The fact that this year’s Blaze of Glory is happening a year and a month after last year’s Blaze of Glory likely isn’t helping in that department.”

”Last year’s Blaze of Glory could’ve happened in April and it would still feel like time’s flown by way too quickly.” Krystal commented dryly and Makayla nodded in agreement. ”And let’s not get into the whole mess that happened for a good chunk of last year.”

”Yeah, we’d be here until the twins turn two, never mind one.” Makayla nodded in agreement as she turned to Krystal with her arms crossed. ”Do you regret anything from last year?”

”I regret what it cost me.” Krystal responded as she glanced at her ring finger which still had the Roulette Title Ring that Matthew Kennedy had gotten her all those years ago but no wedding ring and then motioned to the girls, it didn’t exactly take Makayla long to figure out what she meant. ”But business wise? Those actions got me noticed, the SCW Bombshell Division is practically in a civil war at times with tons of excellent wrestlers trying to get noticed, Luna’s doing it by joining Raven in his war with Sam and Ben, Harper’s doing it by just trying to be the sole nice girl on the roster who doesn’t have Ari’s temper or Sam’s experience, you may not agree with what I did Makayla but the truth is? That was the most attention I got since I was the Bombshell Roulette Champion.”

”You’re right, I don’t like it, but your points do make a lot of sense.” Makayla conceded wit a nod as she sat down. ”And I’m guessing this wrestling influencer thing is just an extension of that.”

”Pretty much! It hasn’t had the same impact but it’s been more of a slow burner, sooner or later I’ll rub someone the wrong way and suddenly? I’ll be the centre of attention again.” Krystal responded with a shrug and Makayla nodded as she got the idea. ”I’d probably be doing something with Luna if she wasn’t so busy with Sam, something of an Adelaide vs Melbourne feud.”

”Even though she’s from Louisianna and Raven’s the one from Melbourne.” Makayla commented as she shook her head and Krystal nodded. ”Thing is? With Blast From the Past coming up in the next cycle? It’s going to be harder to get noticed, especially since you aren’t competing in Blast from the Past this year.”

”Debated it but I can only get eliminated from the opening round so many times! Never mind the fact that Tempest being Tempest and Casey’s incompetence was what cost me the opening round match last year.” Krystal added as she let out a deep breath, ”I’ll keep an eye on it to see how it goes but I’m more interested in doing my own thing for the next cycle.”

”And that worries me considering what you got up too last year.” Makayla sighed before checking her phone. ”Anyway, I’ve got dinner to get started on, up for pork tonight?”

”Sounds good to me.” Krystal responded before Makayla left the room to get started on dinner.

(Krystal’s inner thoughts)

”Oh the things one does to get ahead in this division, it makes even the most cut throat of corporations look like a kiddie pool at times.

Something that Erika will soon learn the hard way off course, she’s new to the division, hasn’t even been in the division for a cycle yet, she already had her first reality check when Ari broke her winning streak at the last Climax Control and now it’s my turn to ensure that she doesn’t get her first win on PPV either.

Some bitches are lucky to have undefeated streaks for the first few weeks, it took me until April of 2021 to get my first win and that, off course, set me on my current path, who knows? Maybe these back to back losses will have the same effect on Ericka?

Either way? I’m not losing on Sunday.”

Go Gym, Las Vegas, Nevada
Thursday the 11th of April 2024, 15:00pm

With the match against Ericka drawing near Krystal was seen training with Kelly and Hayley in the Go Gym.

”Good to know that you haven’t lost a step in your training girls.” Krystal commented as she leaned against the ring ropes and Kelly and Hayley let out deep breaths on the other side of the ring. ”But you still have a long way to go before you’re at my level.”

“Well, duh! You’ve been wrestling for years, we’re still trainees!” Hayley responded as she rolled her eyes before charging at Krystal, Krystal dropped down, pulling the top rope down with her, and sent Hayley sprawling out of the ring, Hayley charged up to Krystal but she ducked the clothesline attempt and scored the pinfall in the mock match with her Ripcord Lariat finisher.

”Wht did I tell you?” Krystal asked with a grin before helping Hayley up and watching as Kelly pulled herself up using the ring ropes. ”Keep that up and you might just be better than The Troll!”

“Ha-ha!” Kelly grunted as she pulled herself up. “Not like Kayley isn’t used to being the bottom anyway.”

“Oh fuck off!” Hayley grunted in annoyance as she glared at the other trainee. “Like you know anything about being a bottom!”

”Girls, seriously, if you have this much pent up tension, boot a hotel room for the night and scissor until the sun comes up.” Krystal responded as she rolled her eyes and the two trainees said nothing in response. ”But don’t take it out on each other in the Go Gym!”

“Or at least let the rest of us grab popcorn first!” Carmen, the Peruvian Crossfit athlete/trainee who was the fourth wrestler in the four way that started the whole mess, chimed in and Krystal shook her head with a chuckle. “It’s more entertaining than The Troll’s Matches, that’s for sure.”

”That’s a ridiculously low bar to meet but I agree!” Krystal scoffed as she shook her head. ”Anyway Carmen, up for going for a round?”

“Sure, I’ve been itching for a match anyway.” Carmen responded with a grin before she entered the ring and Kelly and Hayley left the ring, though Carmen was even less into her training than either Hayley or Kelly she still held her own against Krystal for a while, but after Krystal got the pin with her Fisherman’s Brainbuster finisher they realized something. “Huh, where did Kelly and Hayley go?”

”I don’t know, they were around when we were trading blows.” Krystal responded as she shook her head before checking the time on her phone. ”Maybe they decided to call it a day early?”

“Gabriel won’t be a fan of that and they are on think ice as it is.” Carmen responded as she shook her head  “Wonder what that’s about?”

”Who knows?” Krystal responded with a shrug before putting her phone down. ”If they don’t show up later I’ll send them a text asking where they went, but as far as I’m concerned though? I’m ready for another round.”

“Sure, that’s go.” Carmen responded before they started sparing again.

(Krystal’s inner thoughts)

”One of these days those girls are gonna be honest about how they feel about each other! Until that day comes? Well, I’ve got a match to win.

Ericka’s good but she hasn’t really been tested in an SCW Ring outside of her match against Ari, but more importantly? She isn’t getting her first win on PPV.

Maybe she will win at Into the Void, but Blaze of Glory? Against me? No chance!”

Krystal’s home, Las Vegas, Nevada
Friday the 12th of April 2024, 18:00pm

*promo time*

Here we go.

”And now the time has come, my third Blaze of Glory where I was wrestling and first since that whole mess that took up most of last year.” Krystal commented as she paced around her room. ”And Ericka really is full of herself, isn’t she? She thinks she knows me when she hasn’t even been in SCW for a whole cycle yet? Either she’s done her research or she’s pulling more shit out of her as than Bill and Bea combined!”

Yep!

”Good luck getting that mental image out of your head! And just remember that it could be worse, remember the time that Bill Barnhart wrestled in a thong?” Krystal asked as she leaned back against her computer chair. ”As for Ericka? She’s going to tasted defeat for the second match in a row, there’s no other way around it, she couldn’t beat Ari and I’m a much better wrestler than her, what chance does Ericka realistically have?”

It's that simple.

”About as much chance as The Troll has at finding an attractive woman who wants to sleep with him!” Krystal scoffed as she rolled her eyes. ”You’ve already started to slip Ericka and your country girl bumpkin “I banged my cousin who’s also my brother” shit doesn’t impress me at all! We may be from the Southern Pats of our respective countries but trust me, there’s a world of difference between South Australia and Southern US.”

And with that Krystal decided to wrap things up.

”Unless you ask Luna and Raven who will tell you that the only difference between them is the accent and lack of a Civil War!” Krystal stated as she flipped some hair over her shoulder. ”But until then Ericka? I will enjoy dealing you your second loss as an SCW Bombshell because “The Nightmare Dressed Like a Day Dream” Krystal Wolfe kicks ass for the content, I’ll just have to show you at Influencing the Division Part V: Two Different Souths!”

Krystal turned off her webcam as the scene fades.
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Supercard Archives / Role Reversal
« Last post by Eddie Lyons on April 12, 2024, 05:42:38 PM »
“Are we on?”

With his championship draped over his shoulder, Eddie looked at the camera and spoke as he stood in front of the large glass double doors to The Lyons Den, ready for the tour he has promised to give to the SCW fans, so they could get a better insight to where Eddie trains, and see the place that made Eddie Lyons and others before him into a champion.

“Good, let’s do this then.” Eddie said before continuing, “So…SCW we’re here in front of my family’s school, our dojo whatever you want to call it, this is where I do most of my training, if you’ll follow me.”

Eddie leads the camera, through the doors, and into a short hallway that leads into a lobby area, a young receptionist sits behind a desk, typing away at her computer.

“So, this is the main lobby area. When people come for business inquiries, or even new talent looking for a place to train, this is where it all begins for them. Molly has been with us for years, and does a great job keeping those business meetings and the like on schedule.” says Eddie.

“How’s it going today Eddie?” asked Molly as she noticed his arrival, “Whats with the cameras?”

“Just giving the SCW fans a tour of the place.” said Eddie, “Doing good by the way. You?”

“Never better.” Molly smiled, “Best get on with it then. I don’t think the they want to see me.”

“You take care Molly.” laughed Eddie, as he entered the doors behind the desk area, the cameras following just behind, they’re led into a large gym area where young wrestlers can be seen working in different rings.

“So, this the main training area. We used to have just one ratty old ring.” said Eddie, “We have five state of the art rings and a room to tape promos in the back room over there. Lots of the young talent can be found here trying to perfect their craft. I spend a lot of time myself here. It’s been different for me recently, since I became Roulette Champion. I’m starting to become someone the new guys come to for advice. I mean I still feel like I have a lot to learn myself, but I give what advice I can, ya know.?”

Eddie shrugs, still getting used to the idea that he perhaps shouldn’t see himself as a rookie anymore.

“Yooooo, Eddie. Whats good?!” Eddie heard a familiar voice say, it was Cleo Phillips. A good friend of his, and a former PWS: Apex World Champion, with her was a young girl about eighteen that Eddie hadn’t seen before.

“Oh, hey Cleo. Just doing that tour I told you about the other day.” said Eddie, “Whos your friend?”

“My new protege.” Cleo smiled, “Meet Jazz Jaguar.”

“Pleased to meet you Jazz.” said Eddie.

“Wow, it’s Eddie Lyons!! The resident champion of The Lyons Den.” said Jazz with excitement.

“Well, at least until I get workin’ again” said Cleo looking at the camera, “Ya’ll hear me out there? Ya girl ‘s been busy but I ain’t forgot about ya’ll. You’ll see me again. I promise, and we’ll SET IT OFF once again!”

“Hey now, this is my tour.” Eddie laughed, “So what’s your story Jazz?”

“Cleo was a speaker at my AA meeting.” Jazz replied, “I was inspired by her story, and have done some boxing myself. I inquired about how to get into wrestling, and we just sort of connected, and one thing led to another and well now I’m here to learn, form her, from you. From everyone.”

“Well, glad to have you on board.” Eddie said, “I promise, if you listen to Cleo, she’ll steer you right and you’ll become a graduate one day yourself, and even a champion. All you need to do is listen to her.”

“I will.” Jazz smiled gleefully. “I will.”

“Well, we better get back to it then.” said Cleo, “Lets go run some more drills.”

Jazz nodded, and smiled at Eddie once more before following Cleo off to one of the empty rings for some training, Eddie led the cameras back down the hallway, this time into the gym area, which is pretty standard. All the varieties of gym equipment can be seen, weight benches, treadmills, exercise bikes. The whole nine yards. Students can be seen around getting workouts in.

“So, this is the workout area.” said Eddie, “It’s pretty basic, but all the goods are here to keep our athletes in proper form. I spend a good amount of time in here as well, especially when the rings are being used.”

Eddie motions for the cameras to follow him back down a hallway, which leads into a back area with a few offices.

“So, this is just the back area, my uncle has his office back here, as does Coach Kaiser.” Eddie explained “This is the main business area. Can’t say I come back here to much. I leave that side of things to my uncle. I guess one day i’m supposed to inherit part of this because my dad is still part owner, but isn’t active right now because him and my Uncle Zack can’t get along.”

Eddie lets out a sigh.

“Would probably be different if Uncle Vincent were still alive.” said Eddie, as he looked up at a picture of a spiky haired blonde man who was framed next to a short dark haired man, and a man with longer dark hair.

“My dad and my uncles.” he said, “Pops is the short haired one. Uncle Vince who started all of this is the blonde one. He really loved his place. I just wish he were here to see the boom in success it’s had in recent years, and to smack some sense into his knucklehead kids. My cousins aren’t here today. That’s why we’re doing this now, I don’t need them hijacking my tour.”

Eddie looked back at the cameras

“I just want to do right for my family.” said Eddie, “This is what The Lyons Family does. We wrestle, and now we also make wrestlers. We teach students here to have heart, and to keep believing in themselves. We teach them that its okay to lose, but you pick yourself up by your bootstraps and keep fighting. We teach everyone to be themselves, find something that’s true to you and run with it, but never lose your fighting spirit. Whatever path you take, you make damn sure everyone knows a Lyons Den talent will always bring the fight.”

Eddie pauses for a moment.

“Don’t know what else I can show you really."’ said Eddie, “I mean the main attractions are just the rings and the gym, and I should probably get going on my own training ahead of my match with Rodrigo at Blaze of Glory.”

Eddie grins at the camera

“And before you ask.” said Eddie, “Of course I’m not going to reveal my strategy and routines going into this. I know Rodrigo has yet to beat me, but that only gives him motivation to try harder. So if it’s all the same, I’d like to get to it, so this tour…is over.”

Eddie nods at the camera, which lingers him for a moment before cutting to static.

__________

The cameras open on Eddie Lyons, towel around his neck sitting shirtless on some ringsteps. The Roulette Championship sits neatly behind him on the edge of the ring itself, after taking in a breath he begins to address the cameras.

“So we meet again Rodrigo.” Eddie said, “Both of us have risen through the ranks, and done quite well for ourselves since our first encounter, when we arrived in this company together. I’m the SCW Roulette Champion, and you are Mr. Golden Briefcase. I’d say we’ve both done pretty well for ourselves, wouldn’t you?”

Eddie takes a proud glace at the championship sitting just behind him, taking it to place on his shoulder.

“But as good as you’ve been Rodrigo, I’ve been just a little bit better haven’t I?” Eddie continued, “I was able to topple Peter Vauhgn, where you were not, and may I add you still have yet to beat me. But hey, maybe third times the charm. I certainly was for me against Peter Vaughn.”

He looks again proudly at the championship on his shoulder.

“You still have yet to call yourself a champion.” Eddie continued, “But you have the power to control your own destiny with that briefcase of yours. I mean if you wanted to, if i beat you a Blaze of Glory, you could demand another match right there on the spot. Now, that would probably be a pretty wild and unwise decision, but crazier things have happened in this business right?”

Eddie shrugs slightly.

“You could even beat me, take my championship, decide you feel lucky and then try to cash in on one of the other singles champions later in the evening and walk out of Blaze of glory as a double champion." Eddie noted, “There’s so many ways this can go. But the way it WILL go, is that Eddie Lyons will once again defeat Rodrigo Afonso and continue on as the reigning SCW Roulette Champion as we head into what is looking to be a very action packed summer.”

Eddie takes another short pause.

“See, Rodrigo the thing is I’ve gotten even better since our last encounter.” said Eddie, “I’m smarter, tougher and more resilient. Of course so are you, and I would be a fool to just assume victory because I beat you twice. I mean I myself defeated the man who beat ME twice to earn this championship on my shoulder. Besides I’m not one to ever assume victory. Anything can happen out there, but I;ll tell you one thing. You are really going to have to dig deep, because I won’t go down without a fight. You know that right? Of course you do.”

Eddie pauses again, rubbing his palms together.

“I like you Rodrigo, I do.” Eddie nodded, “You’re probably one of my favorite people backstage. I know you’ve stated you respect me, and I hope you know I have the same for you. Maybe we’re not close enough to call each other friends, mainly because we both are the type of people to sort of do our own thing, and stay in our own lane. Taking our challenges as they come. Really just another reason I like and respect you. Always kinda dug the skateboarding too. Never got into it myself. I was born into wrestling as the family business, so it’s all I’ve ever really wanted or known since I was just a little lion cub.”

Eddie pauses again, keeping his confident aura and gaze on the camera.

“Remember Rodrigo, even if you lose it’s not over.” said Eddie, “That briefcase is your destiny and all you need to do is play it smart. Right now I’m sure you’re just waiting for the right opportunity. I’m not sure if Miles or Finn are paying attention to you, but I am. Not only because you are my next defense, but at any point you could surprise me. I know I’m seen as the weakest of the three singles champs, and I get it. Finn Whelan is one of the absolute best, love him or hate him you can’t deny that, and I’ve already lost to Miles Kasey before. Plus I’m the least experienced, yadda yadda. But being considered the weakest singles champion, doesn’t make me weak. Ask Peter Vaughn if he thinks I’m weak. Ask Bill Barnhart if he still thinks I’m weak after I beat him blindfolded, thus getting you this opportunity. In a way you should be thanking me that it’s you here and not Bill.”

Eddie smiles and laughs to himself.

“I’m just funnin’ with ya.” Eddie said cheekily, with a cheeky grin to match, “But seriously Rodrigo, you are going to need to dig down deep if you want this. Deeper than you did in our last two encounters. If you come at me as you did the last two times, this won’t end well for you. It’s nothing personal. I know you understand the spirit of competition as much as I do. But you couldn’t get the job done before, and  now that I have the confidence of being a champion it’s going to be even tougher. You need to be better than you’ve ever been. Because as much as I respect you, I will stop at nothing to keep this championship. Your best chance really is to try and surprise me with that briefcase instead. I’m keeping my third eye open just in case, but play just might find the right time. That’s all up to you,and I for one am genuinely excited to see when, where and on who you decide to cash in on.”

Eddie gives a respectful nod to the camera.

“But a surprise really is your best shot Rodrigo.” Eddie continued, “Because you don’t want me to be ready for you. Blaze of Glory you’ll find out just how much better I’ve become when I put you down a third time, and walk out STILL the SCW Roulette Champion.  You’ll have your time as a champion in the future, I truly believe that. That time however isn’t now, because right now it’s MY time and nothing is going to change that. This will be the summer of honor before glory and Eddie Lyons is still going to be the Roulette Champion. See you soon Rodrigo.”

Eddie gives the camera one last look of confidence before it fades out to black.

_________

Eddie had just finished another workout, when much to his dismay he heard the voice of his cousin Victoria, and as usual she wasn’t happy.

“Are you serious Eddie?” she said, as she angrily stomped toward him.

“What is it now Victoria?” said Eddie with a heavily annoyed sigh.

“I saw the video online, of the tour.” she growled, “You tour the family business, but don’t even show your family?”

“Well, it wasn’t about us. It’s about the school.” said Eddie, “I don’t need you trying to leech off me either.”


“Seriously? Yet you showed that felon, and her new little protege off?” Victoria scowled, “What sort of rejected Mega Man boss name is Jazz Jaguar anyway?”

“They just happened to be there.” said Eddie, “And whatever that young lady calls herself, I’m sure Cleo is going to turn her into a killer, so I’d watch what you say about her.”

“Whatever. Now I hear rumblings Cleo might be finding work soon.” she said, “Coach Kaiser got a email from her old company. Same one as Alex was in, yet is he trying to get Alex a deal as well? No. He’s Playing favorites once again.”

“Or maybe it’s because Cleo puts in actual work around here.” Eddie shot back, “You, Alex and Vincent just walk around complaining about everything. Like you deserve special treatment because of your last name. Well, that’s not how it works. I work hard to MAKE the family name mean something. I don’t just expect it because our fathers did some stuff a long time ago that very few people even remember, and even less care about anymore.”

Victoria scowls and furrows her eyebrow.

“I’ve won championships too you know.” she said

“Won, yes.” replied Eddie, “ But you’ve never really defended anything. You could argue the companies closed before you got the chance, but the point still remains. I can give Vincent and Alex credit, their times as champions they did their thing. You though, you need at least one of us to latch onto, so you can claim credit for their success.”

Victoria tries to speak, but Eddie stops her.

“It bothers you that I’m a champion now.” Eddie grinned, “Because you can’t take any credit for anything I do. Because I’m the only one actually trying to bring some honor and respect to our family name. I’m the only one who actually cares about the family legacy. You only care about the legacy of Victoria Lyons, and now you worry the legacy of Eddie Lyons is going to outshine yours.”

“Well, if Coach Kaiser didn’t play favorites…” Victoria said

“Don’t blame him.” said Eddie, “You need to change your attitude, that’s the problem. Nobody wants to work with the three of you. Until you change your attitude, you’re not going to find work anywhere. Now, if you’ll excuse me,  the champ has some things to take care of. Go find your little brainwashed cubs, because I’m done talking to you.”

Without waiting for a reply, he pushed past his cousin leaving her annoyed and internally angry but he didn’t care. All Eddie cared about was being the best and defending his Roulette Championship.

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The cameras open on a skatepark, we watch as the skaters perform various skating tricks and grind the rails. As we pan around, the cameras catch Roulette Champion Eddie Lyons watching them, as the cameras raw closer he begins to speak.

“You know Rodrigo..” Eddie began, “I do hope the wheel doesn’t land on something to do with skating, because other than playing Tony Hawk games as a kid, I don’t have any experience in that field. That’s your speciality Rodrigo, and there’s no taking that away from you. Head to head in a skateboarding competition, Rodrigo Afonso beats Eddie Lyons every time.”

Eddie shrugs before he continues on

“But when it comes to WRESTLING, that’s where I shine.” Eddie continued, “That’s my speciality, it’s all I’ve ever known. All I want is to be the best wrestler I can be. I want to inspire the next generation to chase their dreams, and to always keep fighting even through the darker times. Never give up on yourself. I’m sure you get that with some of the kids out there on their skateboards.”

Eddie looks at some of the young kids skating nearby.

“I have to wonder, is wrestling your first love? Or is it skateboarding?” Eddie asked, “Because wrestling is the only thing I love. When I step between those ropes, it’s go time. I’m not going to go easy on anyone because I respect them, really to do so would be quite disrespectful to you Rodrigo. Just understand when the bell rings, I am going to see you as nothing more than my opponent, an obstacle I need to overcome.”

Eddie pauses for a moment.

“You seek to take my championship from me, and I just can’t let that happen.” said Eddie, “I may have beat you twice, but I know first hand from dealing with Peter Vaughn that it will only make you hungrier. Problem is I’m hungry too. I have this championship you see on my shoulder, and I’m hungry to keep it. I don’t know if you understand how much harder you;re going to have to try to put me down, because right now I am on the top of my game and trying to get better every day so one day I can call myself World Champion, and truly be the top guy.”

Eddie smiles at the thought.

“I have to be honest. Sometimes I think you put skateboarding before wrestling.” said Eddie, “I feel that’s possibly why your record has been sort of up and down. Nothing wrong your love of skateboarding. Like I said I’m sure you help inspire a lot of young kids who relate to you, and I totally love that. But I have kids and youth to inspire too. I’m a champion now Rodrigo. That means I need to be an example. Perhaps you’ll learn what I mean when you cash in that briefcase, because I promise you it’s a lot different on the other side when you actually hold one of these.”

He holds his championship to the camera.

“It awakens something in you.” said Eddie, “You don’t want to let it go. Like the One Ring from Lord Of The Rings, you will stop at nothing to keep it on your shoulder, or around your waist. Doesn’t matter as long as you keep it. But you can’t let it consume you, and it will damn well try. You can’t let it change who you are. I consider myself a fighting champion and an honorable champion and come Blaze of Glory you’re going to find out just how much better I’ve become when I walk out STILL the Roulette Champion and as always it will be HONOR BEFORE GLORY.”

Eddie gives the camera his focused and serious face, as we fade out to black.

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Supercard Archives / Re: FINN WHELAN (c) v GOTH -WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE
« Last post by Goth on April 12, 2024, 05:05:39 PM »



Final Opportunity part two

We see Goth and Melissa walk the sandy beaches of Zandvoort as his son is running around with their Labrador while enjoying the sand. Goth’s face is showing a broad smile, enjoying their son and dog having a great time while having his beautiful wife wrap her arms around his muscular arm.

“I’m so happy we came here”

Melissa says as she lays her head against his shoulder while pushing some hair out of her face as she continues to enjoy Goth’s son. Goth agrees as he nods his head and wraps his arm around her and pulls her tighter against him. The two ultimately stop as she wraps her arms around his waist as she looks him in the eyes.

“Maybe we should both just retire from wrestling and start our family here.”

Goth raises an eyebrow, not expecting Melissa saying this as he knew she had a desire to once again compete inside the six sided ring.

“Are you sure?”

He asks before kissing her on the lips, the two pull away from each other as he has that puzzled look on his face that she always thought was so adorable.

“I thought you wanted to get back in the ring?”

She lets out a sigh as he commented upon her statement, leaning her head against his chest as she presses her hand upon his heart as she start to caress it.

“I did, but the last few weeks made me realize that having Gerrit Jr. around all the time has caused my needs to be a parent to grow and….”

She looks away, trying to find the right words to say before she turns her gaze back to the man she loves so much. She smiles as she feels his hand brush her hair, pulling some of it out of her face as he stares deeply into those wonderful eyes.

“I want you to be sure, because I don’t want you to give up all your dreams just because you feel this way now. I mean…”

She places her hand upon his mouth, shushing him to be quiet as she gives him one of the warmest smiles he has ever seen from her. This causes him to melt as he nods his head and wraps his arm around her waist as they start to walk once more while enjoying the view of the long beach and Goth’s son playing with their dog.

“You do realize that you have a problem when I beat Finn Whelan right??”

The two share a small laugh as they continue their walk, they are a quiet for a few moments as Goth’s son shouts at his father to hurry up. Goth acknowledge it by nodding his head as he gives it his best shot to run after the youngster, knowing full well that after enduring so much punishment to his body that his son had the edge on him.

Melissa starts to smile, watching her husband run after his son and dog while the three of them have a good time. She thinks back to her question towards Goth about starting a family as this causes a guilt to come over her, reminding herself how much she enjoyed wrestling and will probably miss it very much eventually.

She turns her head sideways, staring at the small waves of the North Sea as she sees a surfer is being pushed aside by the wind against its sail. She admires the surfer for a few moments, realizing he is taking on an ancient adversary in a few of God’s creation in water and wind.

She remains standing there, wrapping her arms around her waist as she lowers her head, letting out a sigh as she acknowledges that she isn’t sure whether she wants to give up her desire to fight other competitors inside the ring ropes.

“Damnit Gerrit, why do you always have to make things so hard on me??”

She says as she runs a finger past her left eye as she felt a tear emerge, she lets out a deep breath while trying to regain her composure as she looks around as she sees Goth having put his son on top of his shoulders as they are approaching Melissa as Goth Jr. starts to wave towards her as she returns it with one of her own. The sight causes her desire to have a family with the three of them if Goth would ultimately retire.

“But I don’t want you to retire Gerrit”

She whispers softly before Goth comes gets face to face with her, planting a kiss on her mouth before telling Melissa and his son that he has booked a restaurant for them to eat at near the beach. Causing them to react in an excited cheer before turning to continue their walk, yet the doubt continues to roam her mind as the shot slowly fades.

A few moments later we see Goth and Melissa as well as his son seated at a restaurant enjoying their food while their dog has been brought towards his mother at their holiday house.

“This is great dad, I wish we could do this every single day!!”

His son utters quite happily, causing both Goth and Melissa to smile towards him as Goth puts his hand on top of his head and starts to run it through his hair.

“Hey!! Cut that out!!!”

The three of them share a laugh as Melissa excuses herself as she needs to head to the ladies room, rising up from her seat as she walks over towards the toilets as she opens the door and turns her direction towards the toilets, but decides to walk over towards the mirror and check her makeup.

“Maybe I should convince Gerrit to take his son to live with us in Manhattan, then he can continue to compete in the ring and I can still consider whether I want to return to the ring… Or….”

Her thoughts travel off as she sees someone walk in, the two ladies nod their head politely towards each other as the other woman opens the door towards the toilet before closing it again. Melissa sighs, places her hands upon the sink and looks at herself. The uncertainty about what will be their future after this coming weekend has caused her to second guess herself. She witnessed the return of her close friend Kat, cheering her on from behind the curtain as she competed inside the ring as if she had never left the sport in it’s entirety. And yet it caused her to want to run out and kick the ass of every Bombshell competitor that was booked on that weeks card.

“I know I still have it.”

She chuckles as she decides to turn her attention to one of the toilets as she enters for a few moments before returning again in order for her to wash her hands. The cold water splashes upon her hand before she starts to soap her hands and then washes it off before drying them. Through the entire time she could not help but gaze back into the mirror, admiring herself as that causes her to bring a smile upon her face.

“I bet some of the girls out there had let out a sigh of relief when I went on a break.”

That is followed by her closing her eyes and lets out a sigh, she had to admit she had missed the war she had with the ladies. She had enjoyed winning the title belts and sharing her success with the man that willingly put himself second for her to succeed. The thought causes that familiar feeling start to grow inside of her.

“I do not want to retire as well…. And yet…”

The sight of her and Goth with his son causes a different feeling start to combat the passion of her wanting to compete once more. This causes frustration to come over her as she is about to spin around and execute a spinning backfist, only to look into the puzzled look of a young woman that just entered through the door as the two women stare at each other in utter silence.

Melissa apologizes towards the woman as she walks past her, ignoring the puzzled look that the young woman had on her face as she walks over towards the table where she had left Goth and his son.

“Where have you been all this time??”

Goth asks with a smile upon his face as he puts some food to his mouth as he winks towards his wife as she sits down.

“I nearly punched some poor girl’s lights out.”

Goth raises an eyebrow, only to have his son beat him to the punch as he reacts excitedly to Melissa’s comment.

“Way to go Melissa!!!”

Melissa blushes a bit before turning her attention towards the plate that had been brought to the table in her absence.

“I guess I better start wearing head gear again.”

Causes Goth to say with a big time smile upon his face as Melissa growls at him playfully before punching him in the shoulder.

“Why don’t you finish eating Mister!!”

Melissa says as the two smile before they return their dinner, only for Goth to place his left hand upon the right of Melissa after he has finished his dinner. The two lock eyes without saying a word, but deep down inside the two already know what they want to do. The moment gets broken when the waiter approaches them and asked if they had enjoyed their dinner and whether they wish to have a desert.

“I want a sorbet!!!”

Says Goth’s son with an excited tone as this causes Goth to roll his eyes and lifts his hands up in surrender.

“Alright, alright. I give in…”

Melissa puts a napkin towards her mouth as she hides a giggle, they accept the desert menu as they take a few moments before deciding that all three of them want the same. Melissa watches the waiter leave before turning her attention back towards Goth who gives her a knowing nod with the head.

“What??”

She asks him as he shakes his head before taking a sip from a cup of coffee before turning his attention towards her.

“There was something that I wanted to save for tomorrow, but seeing how much fun we are heaving today I realize I can spoil the surprise right now.”

He winks towards Melissa before turning his attention towards his son.

“Gerrit, how would you feel about moving to Manhattan with us and stay with us permanently??”

The shock on his son’s face quickly changes to a verry happy one as he lets out a scream of excitement. He then jumps into his father’s arms as the two hug each other, making Melissa smile happily.

“I guess everyone can follow their dream so it seems.”

Melissa says as she and Goth stare at each other and smile as the shot fades.


The Final Stand. Rp 2

“The power of what you believe”

A sentence that is being written down upon a chalkboard inside a university classroom where we see Goth stand in front of it, wearing a black Armani suit with his arms behind his back. He gazes at the chalkboard, studying the sentence that he had written down before finally letting out a sigh as he turns his face sideways and acknowledges the camera crew with a smile.

“If you had told me back in the day that I would be standing here, my countries biggest university I would have told you that you are insane.”

He returns his focus back upon the chalkboard once more, the lines of his mouth slowly widens as he lets out a satisfied smile.

“I was a foolish youngster, easily manipulated by the promises from the wrong people. Believing that they had the best of interest with me, only ultimately realizing that I was just another pawn upon their chessboard of a crime syndicate.”

A moment of silence comes over him as his face hardens when he refers to the painful memories of his youth.

“I guess the promises of wealth and riches is too much for a young and poor teenager to resist, promises that ultimately sucked me deeper and deeper into shit. And who did I blame for all the problems that I got myself into??”

He cocks his head sideways, staring back towards the camera as he smirks.

“Indeed, I blamed everyone but myself. I guess that’s what people do don’t they?? Point a finger towards another, blinded by stupidity and never look at themselves for a moment whether they were wrong or have made a mistake. Yet, we are always right when someone else fails, never learning from the mistakes of others. How typical isn’t it??”

“So you may ask yourself why Goth? Why are you saying this? Well isn’t it obvious? Isn’t it ironic that our beloved world heavyweight champion tried to educate me?? The man who proclaimed to have his own prophecy… His own believes and even daring to educate me….”

He raises an eyebrow as he walks over towards the chalkboard, places both of his hands across the board as he scratches his fingernails across the fabric that causes a loud sound to be heard that sends chills down his spine. He finally stops after a few moments, turning to walk towards the first desk in front of him as he places his hands upon it and stares into the camera.

“You had a lot to say Finn, I was rather entertained by the Peacock references that you had made. And yet I cannot help but wonder whether you truly believe to have the significance all being directed towards me, yet instead I cannot help but smile at the similarity between that animal and the nature of our beloved World Heavyweight Champion. Because lets face it Finn, aren’t we all walking to the beat of our drum??”

He shakes his head as he hisses softly before taking a seat upon the desk in front of him, loosening the buttons of his jacket as he places his hands across his left knee and stares at the chalk board and the sentence that he had written down earlier.

“But I guess it’s all a matter whether you believe something or not isn’t it?? Whether you wish to acknowledge someone else’s words, how you wish to acknowledge my words and then decide to do whatever you wish with it. Can I alter your opinion Finn? Can I make you a believer??”

“It’s all a matter whether you wish to believe me Finn, I cannot force you to accept me…. All I can do is try and convince you that there is only one way…. And that way is straight through me.”

He closes his eyes, inhales deeply as he takes in the sent of the room. He lets out a soft laugh as he places his hands to either side of his body as he leans back a little before getting back to his feet and readjusts his jacket.

“Now I applaud you for your futile attempts to rattle my brains over a few meaningless questions Finn. Quite honestly, I wonder where in your ultimate wisdom do you ever assume I have either taken you or any other opponent in my twenty year plus career lightly?? Underestimating your opponent is the worst thing that you can do inside those ropes. But I understand why you took it that way, because you have witnessed firsthand the aura of invincibility that oozes down my body every time that I step through those three ropes and stare down any of my opponents. Puzzling your brain over the fact that you have beaten me for the first time in a one on one confrontation, because lets be honest Finn. You only gained a victory over me on paper when Chronic Chris Page thwarted my chance to stop you from securing a victory. But alas, a win is a win and I will grant you that as a man…”

“You see Finn, you can say all you want. No matter whether you are right or not, it doesn’t matter. Because deep down inside there is only one truth in life, that is MY word against any out there who wants to differentiate themselves from me…. Why? Isn’t it obvious Finn?? People want to believe without truly want to acknowledge the TRUTH when it stares them down face to face. There is no other way for me Finn, I am blessed with the burden of taking your sinful thoughts and deeds upon my shoulders just like I did with Austin James Mercer, just like I did with Alexander Raven, Hell I even am willing to throw in the name of Justin that I have faced on the last possible Climax Control… Because indeed Finn, it will be my final match when you manage to beat me one more time. I may have left this company a few times before, but never on my own terms that satisfied ME instead of the fans or management that have their own personal opinions of who they wish to have their strings pulled as the puppet masters they attempt to be.”

“You see Finn, it’s quite simple. There is nobody in this company that could fill my shoes as being your first title defence. There is not a damn soul that walks through those curtains and enters that arena that KNOWS that all of their attention is fixed upon that one person like I can…. Like I will on YOUR first title defence. So whether you are actually disappointed on the fact that nobody stepped up to the plate is nothing more than an excuse isn’t it??”

“And yet obviously you will tell me that I am merely an arrogant ass, you will tell me that I am a liar and will seek another excuse for why I should have another shot at that damn title. A title that in three plus years since my return I have only had one opportunity for before our Tournament finals Finn. Again, another weak example of trying to find an excuse to rattle my brain in the hope that I will lose my cool and show my “True Nature??” I guess you have at least tried, something that I have not seen from others that I have faced before and you know it.”

He slowly takes off his jacket as he carefully places it upon the desk before him after having turned around and starts to unbutton the sleeves of his buttoned down shirt.

“I guess you have not paid too much attention to what I truly said Finn, I guess your you only remember that what you wish to remember. A flaw in God’s creation that I should forgive while moving on right?? God sent his only given son to die upon the cross, to have people spat on him and make fun of him while HE only said to forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”

“Isn’t that love Finn? Isn’t that a willing sacrifice that HE accepted to do even though you could ask yourself whether he should have done so? A willing sacrifice that I intend to put upon not only myself, but you as well Finn. The sacrifice that I am willing to retire IF I am unable to beat you Finn. Career vs. Title Finn… Because you have to understand that I wish to win that championship belt away from you for a final time, even though my career has been a satisfying one even if you look past Sin City Wrestling. Something that you can only dream about… And yet Finn, I want more. I am to the point of seriously NO return as I have already put my signature under the dotted line, having told to both Christian Underwood and Mark Ward that I will retire from Pro Wrestling the moment that I lose my next match. And I want you to look me in the eyes and understand something perfectly clear.”

The camera zooms in on Goth as he starts to unbutton every single button of his buttoned down shirt until his chest is visible.

“You ask me all these questions, because you don’t understand why I put myself into the position that you should be at. Not understanding why someone who lost still  believes that ultimately I am the victor in everything…. It confuses you to the point that you scratch your brain while reminding the world what I have said about you…. About your chances of winning that title… And I will not change anything that I have said about you Finn, not even though I have congratulated you for winning that championship the last time we faced. And you know why Finn??”

“Because I am on that path that has been set in stone since day one, you may mock me for telling the world that I come back stronger, faster and whatever frustrated words that you could find inside that miserable brain of yours. I cannot change the direction that I am heading, the trail that must bring me to that championship belt that you are holding. Making it obvious that I am not having an ounce of doubt inside my brain whether I can beat you. Because history has already shown that can and isn’t that enough Finn??”

“But I will play along, I will show emotions beyond my reach and tell the world how much I dread to wake up on the day of the show when I step foot inside that ring. To step foot inside that ring for the very last time, have fake tears run down my cheeks as I desperately try to grab hold of final straw that will give me hope to overcome the  odds that are seemingly impossible to overcome.”

“Wouldn’t that be something Finn? Wouldn’t that make people start to wonder? Will that create some internet buzz across the world, where some of my old wrestling matches will become viral in the mere assumption that after this coming weekend it may all be over for me?? No more Goth in Sin City Wrestling?”

He smirks as he shakes his head

“You see how easily people are influenced Finn? Because it’s all that they wish to believe, it’s all that they take from a few simple words and doubt start to creep down their heads. Because in their minds there is two options, I either win or lose… And that’s the difference between me, them and you Finn. Like I have said before, you can win the fight but I will always win the war. Because I have been a survivor since my teens Finn, I have survived no matter what people threw at me or told me. And guess what? You are just another example of what I have been fighting against to change their minds since my fucking teens.”

Goth points towards the board while remaining focused upon the camera.

“Do you know why I wrote that Finn?? I wrote that because you attempted to educate the world about people like me, how ironic to see someone like you comparing me with others similar to me. There’s nobody in this world that is like me, nobody can even come close!! So the mere fact that you are dropping your Oprah imitation because you read a book before the camera’s started running and the little bitches out there will nod to each and every word that you utter as if they are eating some fucking popcorn. And all I have to say about that Finn, don’t pretend to be anything that you are not. Keep it relevant, keep it to the point that none of us figure out that you are nothing more than a pretender.”

“And I’m not talking about the Prophecy, using it as an innuendo instead of truly believing it. But that’s alright Finn, because you are pretending to know something about a prophecy just like you pretend to know what it is like to be a World Heavyweight Champion.”

He hisses between his teeth as he lets out a sigh before running his hand through his hair before he turns his attention back to the camera.

“You pretend to pride yourself to wear that belt and be a champion like a Ben Jordan, like a J2H, like a Fenris.. Hell even like ME!! But pretending only get you this far in this business Finn, because you start to believe your own bullshit that you alter to adapt to anyone else. While when you talk about me, I am the one that acts like a champion 24/7 365 days a year. And I don’t care whether you don’t believe me, I don’t care whether you come up with arguments that I am a hypocrite or anything else. Because that’s who I am, that’s how I have lived as a pro wrestler over 20 years… And that’s why I believe that I will beat you like I did the last time. And just because you won the battle, does not mean that you are going to grab that flag and raise it in the air in victory over me.”

“So in that aspect Finn, I am going to school you this coming Sunday. I am going to educate you in what it is like to face a man that you proclaim to be desperate, while I am just thirsty for that crown one last time before I head to the sunset and look down upon the world with a warming smile. A smile because I have left behind a legacy that people like you need to fight for so much more and wake up every single morning with the realization that you can’t. And that’s something that you have to live with for the rest of your stinking life.”

“So what does that mean? It means that you can try and look to the past, but nothing from the past prepares yourself for the present and the future. And what does the present and future bring you?? A retention?? Or to look up when my arm is being raised in the air as YOUR next SCW world heavyweight champion. And that’s when your believe fails you Finn, that’s when your hopes will fail you. Because you can deny me, you can ignore me… And you sure as hell can quote all the past things that I have said, but I tell you like it is Finn Whelan. I will obtain that world heavyweight championship, or walk off and retire. But no matter what happens, I will walk off as a champion that I have stated a few moments ago. Something that cannot be copied by merely pretending. So enjoy your championship belt for now, because The Messiah of Pain is coming…”

He grabs the camera and palms it as the shot fades.


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Supercard Archives / The Battle For PMV Ranch, P2
« Last post by Peter Vaughn on April 12, 2024, 04:41:51 PM »
~As the shot comes up, those astute viewers who watched our last video will recognize the court room where the proceedings against the PMV Ranch are taking place. We see Mr. Michaels off to the left, having a discussion with his client, Augustus Raymeth. They are trying to lay claim to the land around PMV Ranch, saying it should have never been sold to Peter Vaughn, but Vaughn and his associates are fighting the claim. To the right, we see the lawyer, Elisa Dartum, in furious conversation with Vaughn's fiancé, Sadie Anderson. They continue to talk, even as Judge Trebur makes his way back into the room. He goes up to his bench, taking a seat, before looking out over the crowd and taking note of who's there. He grabs his gavel, giving it a quick bang to catch everyone's attention.~

Judge Trebur: I do hope everyone had an enjoyable lunch. I believe we're ready to continue this case, but I notice that we're missing someone. Ms. Dartum, where is Peter Vaughn?

~Elisa gets up slightly nervously, brushing her dress down before stepping forward.~

Elisa Dartum: Your honor, I'm afraid that Mr. Vaughn has been unavoidably detained by a business matter.

Judge Trebur: Business? He's a wrestler, isn't he? He didn't get hit with a steel chair or something, did he?

~There are a few faint laughs, as the people in the room make sure to throw out a 'giggle' for the judge's joke.~

Elisa Dartum: No, your honor. I do not believe so. This involves more business from his ranch, I believe. But Ms. Anderson here is a top shareholder in the ranch, and she will be able to represent them here this afternoon.

Judge Trebur: Mr. Michaels? Any objections?

~Michaels stands up, straightening his own suit before answering.~

Mr. Michaels: While I find it a bit... callous that Mr. Vaughn would decide not to be here, I'm perfectly fine in continuing my case.

Judge Trebur: So be it. Call your next witness, Mr. Michaels.

~Michaels nods and goes to prepare, as Elisa turns back to Sadie with a frown.~

Elisa Dartum: This is a dangerous game your fiancé is playing, Sadie...

Sadie Anderson: That's about the only game Peter knows how to play. But don't worry. Wherever he ends up, Peter will succeed in what needs to be done. I believe in him.

~Elisa nods, before turning to see the next witness approaching the stand. She takes a deep breath, knowing that she's got to keep this case going... at least until Vaughn returns from wherever he's gone. We cut away.~
 

~We now find ourselves approaching a set of steel bars. It's a recognizable sight even for those who have never spent time behind them, thanks to television and films. We're apparently inside a jail. The camera continues to approach the bars, passing right through them in an implausible feat of technical wizardry... or just really good editing. Inside the jail cell, we see a man sitting there, scratching at his nails and looking extremely anxious. It is Anthony Jenkins, the brother-in-law of Augustus Raymeth, who was caught trying to break into Augustus' work safe earlier today. He sighs to himself, then jumps when he hears the door nearby slam open. He turns to look, as a police officer walks into the room, carrying a tray.~

Anthony Jenkins: So what is it? Time for another interrogation? I told you I didn't do nothing, man!

Sergeant Powell: Calm down, prisoner. You're getting yourself too stressed out. I'm just bringing you lunch.

~The sergeant moves the tray over to the side, putting it where it can easily slide through the bars. Anthony looks at it suspiciously, as he's never trusted cops.~

Anthony Jenkins: You guys are losing it. I've already had lunch. Hours ago.

Sergeant Powell: Ahhh. Well, maybe you could just call this a special mid-afternoon snack, then? A man has to keep his energy up, right?

Anthony Jenkins: I... suppose.

Sergeant Powell: Besides, it never hurts to have someone looking out for you, does it?

Anthony Jenkins: Huh?

~The sergeant tips his hat at Anthony, and then turns and walks away, whistling a tune. Anthony watches him go, looking like he's sure a few bats have escaped that man's belfry, before walking over and taking the tray. It's not like there's much else to do in a jail cell. He takes it over to the small, ratty bed and sits down with it, only now noticing that it's not just a plate of fruit... it's also got a note. Curious, he opens it up, reading as he begins to munch on a banana. He quickly loses his appetite, though, dropping the banana remains to the side, as he rereads the note. He then shakes his head, looking more anxious than ever, as he drops the note onto the bed. The camera moves in to get a good look at it.~

Stay Calm, Stay Cool, Stay Quiet.
    You Haven't Been Forgotten.
    We Know About Panama City.

~Anthony slides to the side, rocking back and forth on the edge of the bed, as he considers his options. He then reaches over, grabbing the note and taking it over to the small toilet in the cell, shredding it in order to make it disappear. He's made his decision. We fade out, leaving him to wait in his small room for what's to come.~


Sometimes you have to remind people of the facts of the matter.

Like, for instance, you, Milo. You ever heard the quotation where you can't see the forest for the trees? All you seem to be able to view is my "mind games", bringing them up multiple times. It's funny to me, really, that you think my best weapon is getting inside your head, when it's clear that I don't really need to do anything. I'm already dug in there deeply, as far as I can tell.

Sure, I took out Rodrigo to send a reminder message to you, but it was to test your reaction to it. I wanted to let you know that I'm still going to be ruthless, but I also wanted to see how much Miles Kasey has grown since I last faced him for the championship. Well, I got my answer. In your heart, deep in your soul, you really haven't changed. You're the same guy I defeated multiple times in the past. But I wonder, has your view of me changed? Will that make a difference?

After all, when we first faced off, obviously there was no mind games. It was you vs. me in a one-on-one match, and I came out successful. It probably sat there in the back of your mind, though, when we faced off for the Roulette Title. It could be why you didn't hold onto that rope long enough, allowing me to become the champion while you had to dry off after a dip in the pool. You just didn't fight hard enough.

After that, we have the World Title Tournament, where you and I faced off as equal champions. Honestly, I barely even acknowledge this win, probably because of how that tournament ended to me, but I suppose I shouldn't ignore it, should I? You felt like the superior champ going into that one, that much was clear... but was the uncertainty still in there, gnawing at you? Because you came up short again, with me moving forward in the tournament and leaving you in the dust. For a third time.

So will all those losses, stacked up like a Jenga puzzle, be rolling around in your noggin as we face off again? Will you be picturing me as someone you can defeat, or am I someone you just have to survive? Do I appear as the Boogeyman in your bad dreams, always taking away the things that you want? Or will it be the opposite? Are you working hard to see me as just another roadblock that you need to clear to be the best? That would probably be your best course of action, but if that was the case, you would have just taken out Justin and been ready for me.

No, Miles. I don't need mind games to win. But I'm not going to deny that it's still an advantage I'll make use of.

When you land your best moves and I'm still kicking out, I'm going to enjoy that look of anguish on your face, as you realize that the Boogeyman is indeed real... and he's ready to come take you down for a third time.

Sunday is going to be fun, Milo.

Boo.


~The picture shifts out to the ranch of one Judd Harrison, located down the road from the PMV Ranch. For the last year, Judd has been the main force trying to keep Peter Vaughn out of the ranching business. He always claimed that Vaughn had no right to be a rancher, having bought his way in, and it's hard to disagree with him. But Vaughn has persevered in spite of Judd's attempts to keep him from the cattle board and out of ranching. He's succeeded, which has just made Judd even more certain that he doesn't belong. It's also had the older man on his guard, which allowed him to realize that something wasn't right about his newest ranch hand, Cliff. That same man now sits in front of Judd, tied up on a chair, glaring at him as Judd limps past him, clutching at his silver cane.~

Judd Harrison: Now I may be an old-fashioned kind of man, but that doesn't mean I cannot be merciful. You just need to talk to me, son, and maybe everything can be forgiven.

~Cliff doesn't say a word, still just staring meaningfully at Judd, who just smiles at him.~

Judd Harrison: I know you were listening in on our conversations, and we caught you going into my stateroom. I don't know why you thought you would get away from us. This is MY land, son. I rule here, and nobody can just escape me without my knowledge. But as I said, we can end all this now. Just tell me who you are working for, and what you had hoped to gain from it. And I give you my word that you will walk out of here.

~Behind Judd, there is a minor guffaw that is quickly stifled. Judd glances that way, his smile faltering, before he locked the mask back on. He leans forward, staring deeply into Cliff's eyes.~

Judd Harrison: I treat my friends well, Cliff. Don't you want to be a friend? Tell me what I want to know.

~Cliff finally seems to react, as a slow smile cuts across his bruised face.~

Cliff Sterling: Mr. Harrison... I'm gonna decline that invitation to be your friend. I happen to know that you're gonna be going down soon, and I can't wait to see how it happens.

~Judd thinks about this for a second, and then smirks as he turns back to his most trusted ranch hands, the ones who won't say anything about what happens here.~

Judd Harrison: I think Cliff here needs some more special attention. I'm sure we can talk again later, when he's more agreeable...

~One of the men steps forward, grinning evilly, as Cliff begins to brace himself. But everyone in the room stops moving when a loud siren can be heard, building up in the distance.~

Ranch Hand #1: What the heck??

Ranch Hand #2: That's our coyote alarm! The cattle's under attack!!

~The two men start to head towards the door, but Judd stops them, eyeing Cliff before speaking.~

Judd Harrison: We barely ever have troubles with that, and in April of all times? No. This is a trick, boys. They want us to leave Cliff alone so they can rescue him. We've probably got another imposter on the crew. Who else is here, Cliff??

~Judd grabs hold of Cliff's shirt, leaning down at him. Cliff does nothing but smile back, making Judd want to wipe that smile off of his face. Instead, he lets go, stepping back, just as the door to the room comes smashing open. The two ranch hands turn, ready to attack, and grab hold of the man... before realizing that it's one of their own, a man named Cobb.~

Cobb: Boss! We need help out here!!

Judd Harrison: It's all a hoax, Cobb, you can trust me on this...

Cobb: No! Sir!! I'm the one who set it off! There are coyotes in the cattle pen!!

Judd Harrison: WHAT?!?!?!

Cobb: I don't know how they got in, but they already took down one cow and are looking for more! I need your keys for the gun safe, boss!! We've got to take them out!!

~Judd looks back and forth between Cobb and Cliff, before finally sighing.~

Judd Harrison: I'm going to go take care of this. You two stay here, I'm sure Cobb and I can handle it!

Cobb: Are you sure we don't need...

Judd Harrison: GET MOVING, COBB!!!

~An angry Judd Harrison storms out of the room, with Cobb right behind him. The two ranch hands look at each other, fighting not to laugh at hearing Cobb get told off. One then turns back to Cliff, who still can't do anything other than stare.~

Ranch Hand #1: As long as we're staying...

~The man steps menacingly towards Cliff... right as an object comes flying through the nearby window. It rolls to the center of the room, with all three men looking down at it. It appears to be a soda bottle that's been plugged up with something, something that's smoking. Within a few moments, the bottle pops with a loud bang, sending a cloud of smoke throughout the room. Everyone begins coughing from the fumes, as the door swings open... and Peter Vaughn steps through, wearing a COVID-style mask around his face. As the first ranch hand turns towards him, Vaughn unleashes his best shot... spraying Windex right into the guy's eyes!! He staggers back, screaming, as Vaughn turns and sprays the second man as well. They're both in agony as Vaughn turns to see Cliff, who's fighting his own tears from the smoke.~

Peter Vaughn: Be with you in a minute, Cliff.

~Vaughn then puts the bottle back in his pocket and grabs both blinded men by the head, smashing them together. They drop to the ground, with Vaughn quickly yanking them over to the side. He secures them together through a cabinet handle, using a set of zip ties to keep them from getting up. Vaughn then comes over to Cliff, popping out his favorite Swiss army knife to quickly cut away the cords holding him down. Cliff sags forward, exhausted, but Vaughn helps him up.~

Cliff Sterling: You didn't... have to come for me... boss...

Peter Vaughn: Eh... unlike Anthony, you've been a saint, Cliff. Nothing to blackmail you on, so I might as well just rescue you before they beat the truth out of you. Now let's get going. The coyotes will only work for so long.

Cliff Sterling: There really were... coyotes?

Peter Vaughn: I needed to get them off my land, somehow. This seemed to be a good way to kill two birds with one stone...

~Vaughn drags Cliff out of the room, heading for the other side of the property. He looks back at the two men still tied up inside the smoky room.~

Peter Vaughn: Enjoy the sauna, boyos.

~Vaughn kicks the door shut again, leaving them behind.~


You always have to beware the wolves at the gate, Milo. Even if sometimes they're coyotes at the fence instead.

I've been preparing for this confrontation with you for weeks now, ever since I learned I would be coming for you once again. I will admit, it's taken a bit of a shift in focus, being the pursuer instead of the pursuee, but I've adapted to it. I spent some time watching footage of many of your recent matches. It wasn't easy, but I managed to get through all of them, so that I could have a better sense of "the champion".

For instance, your battles with Austin James Mercer. You talked about ME trying to get under your skin, but he kept going after HB Carter, didn't he, just to incite you? Hell, I'm a saint compared to him. Maybe in the past I would have done something like that, but once you have a fiancé I guess that option goes out the window. Still, it almost worked, didn't it? You were distracted, and almost fell to both the Legacy Bomb and the Mercenary. If Austin had actually been able to equal the mind games with actual skill, we would have had a new champion at December 2 Dismember.

Of course, I know all about your next major match, in the tournament... when I cleaned your clock and got yet another victory over you. But I still watched the recording back, to see if there was anything else I could learn from it. The biggest thing I noticed? You tend to telegraph your maneuvers the later into the match you go. I mean, you all but told me "Hey, block this move, will you? I don't want to hit it." And I obliged, putting you down with the Keyholder.

Maybe you were still shaken by that, but you sure didn't perform up to snuff in your next major contest, tagging with Alexandra Calaway against Alexander Raven & Luna Pasilno. Now, true, Raven DID cheat by grabbing the ropes in that roll-up. But you weren't able to counter it, were you? So what's to stop me using that very same strategy, now that it's proven successful?

But these string of losses are getting old. Let's jump to My Bloody Valentine. Now this one, against Oliver Zahn, was a dream match, I have to say. Not because of the competitors involved, but in how the match itself went down. Counters after counters, some great stuff throughout. I must say, I gave this match a standing ovation once it was over. Truthfully, Milo, this was the first contest where I thought, this is Miles at 100%. And that's the one I want to see at Blaze of Glory.

This was probably the match that saved you some pain, actually.

You know what the "devious wrestler" codebooks says, Milo. I should have assaulted you in the back at some point. I should have tried to break an arm or tweak a leg, leaving you vulnerable for when we face off. I could have ambushed you at almost any time over the last several shows. But I chose not to. Because all-in-all, Milo, I want this one to be definitive. I don't want you broken and beaten until AFTER the bell rings.

I want to face Miles Kasey, Internet Champion, at his best, so that when I'm victorious, nobody can say it wasn't deserved.

When I come in there and end your long reign, Milo, it'll be because I've used every single bit of knowledge I've learned about you. I'll have you as frustrated as a kid playing a wrestling video game, helplessly mashing buttons with no success as the reversals keep coming. Truth be told, I want this victory more than any match I've had in 2024 so far. Because this will be the proof that I'm evolving in Sin City. I'm rising to levels I've never been before.

The wolf is at the gate, Milo. And it's ravenous for gold.

Be forewarned.

My bite is just as dangerous as my bark.


~As Vaughn gets Cliff down the hillside, Cliff has to fight not to fall. Vaughn holds him up, though, getting him around to where his truck, Gabriella, is parked. Cliff leans against it, fatigued, as Vaughn pops the back tailgate open. He goes to grab Cliff, who looks at him with a pained expression.~

Cliff Sterling: In the back? Really, boss?

Peter Vaughn: Well, I mean... you're a little bloody...

Cliff Sterling: It's just my lip. They hadn't done much else to me...

~Cliff winces, touching at his fattened lip. Vaughn sighs, then pulls out a handkerchief, handing it over. He then shuts the tailgate and turns, going to the passenger door and opening it up.~

Peter Vaughn: Just be careful where you put your hands.

~Cliff obediently hops in, with Vaughn going to the other side and starting up the truck. They drive off, leaving the borders of Judd Harrison's ranch. Cliff dabs at his mouth for a few seconds, before suddenly his eyes go wide.~

Cliff Sterling: Wait!! We have to go back!!

Peter Vaughn: Why?

Cliff Sterling: The documents I found! The proof! We've got to get it!

Peter Vaughn: Oh, those. I already grabbed them before I got you. They're in the back.

~Confused, Cliff looks in the back, where there is indeed a stack of papers placed in a folder.~

Cliff Sterling: But... but how? I never told you where I hid them...

Peter Vaughn: Please, Cliff. Once you said you had something, I knew it was hidden in the downstairs closet of the bunkhouse, on the upper right shelf.

Cliff Sterling: .... Are you clairvoyant, boss??

Peter Vaughn: Hah. That would explain how I've won so many wrestling matches, wouldn't it? It would give ol' Milo another excuse to hang his hat on. But no. I'm not psychic. I've just known for months about your hidden magazine stash on our own ranch. Figured you would use the same spot here.

~Cliff's face turns a little more red as he realizes what this means, swallowing for a second.~

Cliff Sterling: Does... does Sadie know?

Peter Vaughn: Oh no, if SHE knew, you'd already know about it. But I don't see the harm. Anyhow, that's how I knew where to find these documents. You got some good stuff here. Even I didn't know about the land deal between Harrison and Judge Trebur.

~Vaughn nods, pleased with the information, knowing he can make it work to his advantage. Cliff, though, looks a little more pensive now.~

Cliff Sterling: So... you searched the property, found the documents, and got them back to your truck... before you came to rescue me?

Peter Vaughn: Well, I couldn't very well do it in the reverse order, could I? You can't search when people are looking for you.

Cliff Sterling: But... but I...

Peter Vaughn: Trust me, Cliff. it all had to happen this way. Trust a guy who knows.

~Vaughn tapes the side of his head, as if once again referencing being some sort of psychic. He smirks, as he takes another turn, getting onto the highway back to Dallas. Cliff notices that they've taken a different direction than he expected.~

Cliff Sterling: We're... not going back to the ranch?

Peter Vaughn: No time. We need to get this paperwork into Elisa's hands as soon as possible. Then maybe a deal can be made, before my property is taken away from me.

~Just the thought of this wipes the smile away from Vaughn's face. He's been called many things over his wrestling career, and it'd be fair to say one of those things is definitely being possessive. He hangs onto championships, and he damn well plans to hang onto his ranch. The accelerator is pressed down, and the truck goes even faster, heading towards Dallas as Cliff just hangs on, still looking a little shellshocked.~


~As the picture returns, we now find ourselves outside of the courthouse where the trial has been taking place. We can see Sadie checking on Cliff to the side, giving him something to help the cut on his lip heal. She shakes her head, talking with him, before turning and walking back over to Vaughn.~

Sadie Anderson: I still can't believe that Cliff got attacked like that. I also can't believe you didn't tell me he was going undercover like that!!

Peter Vaughn: Well, you see... you would have said no.

Sadie Anderson: Damn straight I would have!

Peter Vaughn: And then we wouldn't have the evidence that Judd Harrison bought off Judge Trebur.

Sadie Anderson: But does that really solve anything? Technically, Harrison isn't even a part of this trial. Augustus is.

Peter Vaughn: True. Which is why while I was rescuing Cliff here, I had my custodial friends launching an operation on Augustus' safe.

Sadie Anderson: You... you what??

~Sadie's mouth drops open in shock, even as Vaughn just simply shrugs.~

Peter Vaughn: I couldn't do it all myself. There wasn't time. And thankfully, they were willing to do it, although I will have to pay the college fees for one of their sons. But hell, I'm all about higher education anyway. Maybe I can disguise it as a PMV grant, think we could pull that off?

Sadie Anderson: But, uh, wait... there was extra security on Augustus' office, that's why Anthony got captured.

Peter Vaughn: Right, Anthony. I still need to get him sprung from the slammer. Eh, I'll work on that tomorrow, it's been a long day. But it was Anthony that got me interested. I didn't care about Augustus' safe until I saw how heavily it was protected. And trust me, a custodian can get into anything they want. ANYTHING.

~With that, Vaughn brings up his phone, showing off some of the pictures there to Sadie.~

Peter Vaughn: As you can see, Augustus decided to keep copies of all his correspondence with Judd. Guess he didn't trust him. Smart guy, really. And from what he wrote, it's clear that Augustus wasn't happy with the way things were coming out. But he's in a bind, really needed the land, so he went along with it. I gave all of these to Elisa too, by the way.

~Sadie slowly slumps to the ground, sitting on the first step going down from the courthouse. Vaughn sits next to her, puzzled.~

Peter Vaughn: Everything's working out, Sadie, just like I promised. The ranch is going to be safe.

Sadie Anderson: You've done some... amazing work, Peter. Truly amazing.

~Smiling, Vaughn leans in, expecting a kiss. Instead, Sadie grabs the front of his coveralls, pulling him in closer to glare at him.~

Sadie Anderson: But we ARE going to work on our communication in the future, aren't we?

Peter Vaughn: ..... Yes, ma'am.

Sadie Anderson: And DON'T call me ma'am!

~Sadie pushes Vaughn off, leaving him to sit in bewilderment a few feet away. She can't hide the sneaky grin cutting across her face, though, as she thinks about all the good that's come out of this. The picture slowly fades out.~



Well, Milo... looks like the time for talk is over.

You have confidence in yourself, believing that you've turned a corner and you can retain that Internet Championship of yours.

I know the truth, and I know that I'll be wearing that title around my waist sooner rather than later.

I'm going to be bringing it all to the table, Miles, so I won't have any excuses, either, if I falter in the end. You'll have that win you always wanted on your resume. A victory over Peter Vaughn. It's meant a lot to others in the past, although most have fallen to me since then. I guess this could be seen as your golden opportunity.

And it'll be just that. An opportunity that goes nowhere.

And maybe you'll land on your feet afterwards. You'll have the tag tournament to fight for, and let's face it, I'm far weaker when it comes to tag-teams. Maybe that's where you can take me down. Or maybe you can, like I said, go for the Roulette Title... or maybe losing to me is going to propel you forward once again, and you'll be the man to take Finn or Goth down.

These are all possibilities. So is your potential retirement after Sunday.

But I don't expect that.

We're going to be all anyone talks about after Blaze of Glory, Milo, and you'll have to live with the conversations you hear. As we'll both be praised in the end, but I'll be walking out of there with a new championship to brag about, and you'll just be there cursing my name.

Remember, it's Peter Vaughn.

The Mechanic.

Aka the one who's going to make you take the Plunge.

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

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

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

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

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

Justin-Thanks for the vote of confidence.

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

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

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

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

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

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


Prescott Arizona

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

Kat : What’s wrong?

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

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

Kat : Penny? What's going on…

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

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

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

Kat : Yeah I will make 2 of them..

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

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

Mac : You will be fine..

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

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

Kat ran her fingers through her hair and groaned…

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

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

Kat : Well…

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

Promo

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

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

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

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

Grabbing her steaming hot coffee Kat sips and smirks..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With that said the scene fades to black..

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

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