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Supercard Roleplays / TEMPEST (c) v MERCEDES VARGAS - INTERNET TITLE
« Last post by Christian Underwood on May 27, 2024, 04:05:15 PM »
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Supercard Roleplays / CRYSTAL ZDUNICH v KRYSTAL WOLFE
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Supercard Roleplays / RODRIGO AFONSO v JUSTIN SMITH
« Last post by Christian Underwood on May 27, 2024, 04:03:44 PM »
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OOC: It's going here because finding time to do segments is my consistent struggle. I've yet to find the spark to develop Rodrigo's personality to do segment work with him because he would be boring now. I will develop all of that in my CD work in the next few weeks to try and find Rodrigo's personality and make him more entertaining, to say the least. I promise I have plans with the briefcase and will not be up and leaving this fed at any point. Here's Rodrigo's words to it.

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Rodrigo sets cameras up for the first time since he started wrestling, not at the arena but in his hotel room in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. At the same time, it was something he had to address, which had grown increasingly over the last few weeks, and he needed to explain his methods of choosing the way he does things. He shakes his head, not because of anger but because of how uncomfortable it is for Rodrigo.

Rodrigo Afonso: "It's mainly to address Jamie Dean, as I don't care about Teddy's or other insults said about me. I wave the insults off like a duck on water. Jamie Dean, I understand what you are saying, but there's something about me you don't know anything about, and the same goes for everyone else who has those questions about me. I know you said I've not made any subtle threats, and you're right, but making subtle threats is cowardly and not who I am personally. Making subtle threats is meaningless if you don't follow through with them. Also, just like making subtle threats, getting in champions' faces with the briefcase and doing interviews, it would give everything away on plans I have with it. Isn't it better to leave the suspense open to see what I'd do with it than giving away hints of champions of who I want to face?"

Rodrigo felt he needed to address it. Granted, he wasn't the guy to shove his face in the camera anyway and wanted to be known as a wrestler, but it needed to be pointed out. He knew his trainer would have words with him, but at the same time, it needed to be addressed.

Rodrigo Afonso: "I hate doing interviews in general because they bore me, and I struggle to answer questions on camera. Ask any skateboarding fan who has seen me do interviews for many years in the sport and they'll tell you how much I struggle with interviews and how I want to get them over and done with. As I said, I prefer what I'm doing now because it's who I am: a guy who gets on with the job of wrestling and skateboarding rather than the added extra stuff of shoving briefcases in champion's faces, making subtle threats and interviews that isn't me. I don't like to give plans away, and I won't until the time is right. Also I always worry about saying the wrong things which is why I prefer to keep comments to myself than saying them outright and have a bad reputation on myself."

It was clear Rodrigo was not the kind of man who would do these kinds of acts. Of course, Rodrigo explained why he wasn't that kind of dude, but there was another factor to it.

Rodrigo Afonso: "I'm not confident enough to appear on camera in front of a crowd, and that's why this video here is going to be placed on the Sin City Wrestling website instead of being in front of a crowd at Climax Control show until I find a way to train with my trainer to get to do camera work in front of a crowd because I haven't been trained in this area and got no idea how to make a crowd react without being robotic. All of my videos before my matches are very robotic. I find wrestling more fun in the ring than appearing on camera and talking. I promise it will be something I will work towards in the next few weeks to feel comfortable and find the right stuff to let myself out there."

Rodrigo nodded as he clicked the camera off, knowing he wanted to get this out there with wanting to get this over and done with.
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Climax Control Archives / Mend the Bonds
« Last post by LJKasey on May 24, 2024, 11:59:28 PM »
Mend The Bond
Manchester, UK
A Few Weeks Ago

It was a rare beautiful day, and along the streets of Manchester stood LJ Kasey along with his mother Rebecca Collins. It had been practically a month and a half since the whole truth came out and well it seemed like the Gods were offering a chance for all parties to finally come together for peace talks, if one would be so inclined to call it that.

Conversation after conversation between the “kids” had come to the conclusion that there was no bad person but ONE in the entire situation that was remotely bad, and that was the one that provided the seed for all three to walk to face of the earth.

The innocents were the women that he took advantage of and the children he left behind.

So with the chance that was given to them that work brought them remotely close together, the brothers made the agreement to bring the once ‘Best Friends’ together once and for all to say their peace and hopefully things would begin to heal the way they should.

It wasn’t going to be easy, in fact if anyone had even thought that the two would just come together and all would be sunshine and rainbows, they never lived in reality for one iota of a second. It took a lot for LJ to even talk his mother into making the trip south from her humble abode to have this little meet-up. Promises made that he would protect her if things did get bad. But that promise was made by the brothers too that if things got bad, the brothers would protect what matters to them, their mothers.

So here LJ was standing with the woman that gave him life and raised him, standing in front of a local coffee shop and his mother was constantly fidgeting with everything from her hair to her blouse and then switching out to his hair and his shirt, which LJ had to occasionally swat her hand away with an annoyance. He gets it, she’s nervous but it was like he was back in grade school again and it was picture day with how she was picking at him.

“I really don’t know about this, dear. It’s been forever since I’ve even spoken to Mora and so much has happened-”

Yeah, like my birth and about 19 years since he up and died and then those other three pesky years before that. Mum, you have to eventually come to grips with the fact that you and Miles’ and Bri’s mum need to have this conversation. Uncomfortable as it may be, you both were taken advantage of by our father.” LJ turns on his heels and places his hand on her shoulder and looks right in her eyes, “I’m going to be right there with you, Miles is going to be there with his mum. Besides, if we thought this was going to be a fight, we would have called for a camera and possibly made millions.

Despite the foot height difference between him and his mother, Rebecca still managed to reach up and whack him upside his head, “Lyle Augustus Kasey, you may be 22 and a foot taller than me, but...”

OW, I’M SORRY MUM!! GEEZ, I was just joking. Trying to lighten the tension. Especially when you are acting like you are about to go into the Lion's Den without an ounce of protection.

“LJ, she was my best friend-”

And you were both taken in by a man that promised you the world. Miles told me all about how he was before he and Brianna came along, it damn near mirrored everything you have told me, on top of how he was after. It’s downright frightening to think what would have happened if I had finally grown up with him around.” LJ glances over his shoulder and spots Miles, making his way down the road with his mother Mora by his side. LJ gives them a quick wave, “And there they are. Pity that Bri couldn’t come, she has the most adorable son that would have probably made this a little easier.

As he turns around he sees his mother grab at her stomach and start to cry, “Mum?

“She looks exactly the same. It’s been over 20 years and it’s like she hasn’t aged a day.”

I’m sure if we found a picture of you from all those years ago, we could say the same for you.” LJ quipped with a smirk.

“Flattery will get you nowhere with me, son.”

LJ just looked at the sky and silently cursed because if his mother got any tenser she was gonna snap like a rubber band pulled way too tight.

Jesus, maybe we should have met at a pub.

“Alcohol solves nothing.”

LJ just sighs and mumbles, “Yeah but I know a couple of shots of whiskey could definitely lighten you the hell up.”

And before his mother could even get a retort in, Miles along with his mother Mora got into an ear shot, “I told you they’d beat us here, mum.

Mora stood stoic next to her son and held a small smile on her face, “Yes, I can see that.”

Yeah, we hit no traffic from Middleton.Surprisingly. Anyways, I’m sure you already know who this is but- Miles I’d like for you to meet my mum Rebecca. Mum, this is Miles.” LJ decided to get these introductions out of the way as fast as possible, “And you must be Mora.

“I am and it’s finally wonderful to meet you, LJ- sorry, Ly-”

Please, Mora, I prefer LJ. Obvious reasons, I’m sure. But it is a pleasure.” LJ looks to his mum who is fighting back tears, and slowly backing away, “Mum?

“I- I’m sorry, I can’t.” Rebecca turns to run away but Mora takes to long strides and grabs her by the wrist.

“Becks, don’t. Please don’t run away.” that officially opened the waterworks for LJ’s mother, there was just no stopping it now, “Look, I know there has been a lot that we have both gone through. He hurt all of us and nothing we say or do today is going to change anything that we have all been through. So let me say this one thing before I let you go and then you make your choice.”

Mora looks at the two young men that brought this chance for her to make peace.

“Yes, I was upset when I found out that Lyle went to you at one of our worst times in my family’s history. Yes, it hurt when I found out that you had a baby and it had appeared that- that he gave everything that he had to you. Lyle abandoned me and the twins and I thought-”

“That he was loving his new life with his new family?” Rebecca quietly said.

Mora just nodded and eased her grip, “Yes, precisely. He was gone for DAYS at times and I thought that he had died some days and then maybe with you and LJ when I found out.”

“No, believe me, he wasn’t with me.” Rebecca turned around, “He told me that he left you, and that there were problems and I was stupid and impetuous in a way, but the minute LJ came into the world...the things he’d do.”

“You don’t have to tell me, I know. He was evil. And I’m sorry you boys had to be put into the middle of this at all but the man had no good bone in his body and your mothers were taken in by all the smoke and mirrors of practically a peddler.” Mora stands up straighter and looks at the woman she once called her best friend, “I’m not upset anymore, not at you. Not at LJ. And there is no point in being angry at a man that is worm food.”

That causes Rebecca to laugh, “An excellent way to put it.”

“Oh he’s lucky he didn’t get buried in a cardboard box.”

I offered to set it on fire so we could all piss on the ashes but then I got popped upside the head.” Miles spoke up, as everyone looked at him, “By Bri, she was closer. Look, Rebecca...da was a lot of things but a good man was not one of them. We were all his victims at the end of the day. It’s why I think I am able to connect with my baby brother so easily. I could easily be pissed that he even exist but the fact that Bri and I have a chance to connect. Hell, I’ll take that any day over another chance to go back and correct the bullshit mistakes that the old man made.

Honestly, same. I was used to being an only kid with you and Joan raising me.

“Wait, Joan?” Mora speaks up, “Who’s Joan?”

My other mother,” LJ says with no change in his voice, “If it wasn’t for her I would have never been able to go to uni, let alone travel to Vegas.

Mora’s face breaks out in a smile, “Becks? Care to share?”

And as if it all eases, Rebecca can’t help but laugh at Mora’s face as she shows the rings on her left hand, “I mean you always suspected, but she’s been my rock for almost 17 years now. We got married as soon as we could but...”

“Becks that’s...That’s so amazing!” Mora said, smiling ear to ear, she just grabs the ‘other’ woman and wraps her up in a big hug. After a long few moments of the women finally hugging it out, Mora pulls back, and takes a deep breath, “Ok you know what, we can cry later. I need coffee and we need to catch up on so much. Boys, I think we got it from here.”

Uh, are you sure?” Miles asked.

Yeah, we made sure that Bri kept Carter occupied and everything for this.” LJ adds in with a confused look.

The two women hook arms and Rebecca just looks at Mora, “Oh look at our boys, Mors. Always so protective.”

“I know! It’s not like we survived through the absolute worst of people in our lives. Boys, we will call if we need anything. Now shoo, your mothers have the rest well in hand.” Mora says, with a wave of her hand and the two make their way into the little coffee shop.

The two Kasey boys just stand there in shock.

Wha- ...what in the hell just happened?” Miles asks.

I have no bloody clue.” LJ says shaking his head, “I think they just shoo’d us away.

We have indeed been dismissed by our own mothers,” Miles just runs his hand through his curly dirty blonde hair and tries to knock the cobwebs loose, “You know, maybe we should have done this in a pub.

LJ and Miles stand at the window and watch the two women fully catching up like no time or children had come along. LJ looks over at Miles and smirks, “I did see one not that far from where I parked.

“Then by all means, after you.” Miles motions in that particular direction and the two brothers walk away as Mora and Rebecca are seen still chatting away. Best Friends Reunited. Women standing strong.

And no one comes between them ever again.


A Wild Opportunity
Gettysburg, PA
Present Time

I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live by the light that I have. I must stand with anybody that stands right, and stand with him while he is right, and part with him when he goes wrong.
-Abraham Lincoln


The scene is simple that stands before you. LJ Kasey, looking dapper in an all black suit, walking through the Gettysburg National Military Park Museum that stands on the ground just outside the original battlefield. The halls are currently empty in the spot that LJ finds himself in.


For those that do not know, LJ prides himself on being an educated man, especially when it comes to history but when it comes to American History, he finds himself fascinated by it all. There was some study of it but he wanted to soak it all in when he had the first opportunity.

So when he found himself staring at an exhibit that featured the former President, he found his eyes trying to take in every bit of it.

Such a spectacular man that attempted to heal a nation that was so splintered by differences of ideals and the belief that no one individual should be held captive by those that claim to be better than, just because the color of their skin.

LJ smiles glancing over his shoulder briefly.

Sorry about that, I just had a moment and don’t worry, I’m sure it will all come together in a few moments.

So, imagine my surprise after coming up short in not only the Blast From the Past BUT the match that I had against Aiden Reynolds that I find myself in one hell of an opportunity. Look, I’m going to be the first to tell you that I am not worthy of such an amazing chance. There are so many others that could have been named but seeing that the tone of the match itself is ‘Fresh Faces’ who am I to say no to such a gracious chance.

So he just turns and begins to walk and talk, he occasionally glances at another spot and just for fun, he presses a button as it plays a random fact. He smiles but continues along the way anyways.

I’m pretty much the green horn here, let me say that I gladly did my research on almost everyone here. We’re gonna start off with the man that quite literally holds a golden chance in his hands and has for a number of months and yet he still sits like he has a thumb up his ass. Yes, Rodrigo I am speaking about you. Man, how the hell can you be standing there with that chance and yet not use it for your big moment? You could have easily gone after ANYONE at any given moment and yet it seems like you are content on just pissing it all away.

Bruv, if I were you...I probably would have jumped at the chance and who knows maybe you are looking to bank here but if you don’t...then what? You just don’t seem to know, do ya?

That just makes LJ stop and scratch his head.

Then we come to Caleb Storms. I did actually have to ask my brother about when was the last time that he even seemed to even really be around in any sort of capacity and even Miles had to dig into the archives and....well lets just say that it’s been far too long, Caleb. In fact, it seems like you hit a ceiling and just gave up.

Could you imagine putting our bodies through the hell we did and just pop up whenever, when it’s just so damn convenient that a chance at the top title is on the line? Ooof, bruv, bad form.

Now for the next man...no...not you Teddy, in fact I feel like there were rules against fighting women in SCW....Oh wait, no I’m sorry, you're just a bitch. And usually I’m not one to take the low hanging fruit here but there is just something about you that screams that you never have ever really had it all together. From your career to your- *cough* “Family Life”. My brother warned me about you, hell Fenris warned him to warn me.

It seems like, I dunno, you are overcompensating yourself for covering up for something more. BUT that is neither here nor there. Darling, you seem to be ripe for another one of your breakouts when you claimed your chances and became something more than a joke. But, mmm...I don’t know...maybe you don’t know either. I just...I can’t place my finger on it but dammit man, I should have more to say! You’re a former Roulette and Internet Champion, for Christ sake! But it’s just another one of those moments where you are only there when it’s convenient for you instead of putting in the work.

Jaime Dean, a former tag champ...and that’s about it though. I’m sorry bruv, I wish I knew more. Hell, I wish Miles knew more sometimes beyond just that you have been there, done that and like the rest of us sorry lot, you never got that breakout moment as a singles competitor. Though I will say that I do love being under the proverbial learning tree, as it were, when it comes to working with and against the true veterans of this business and particularly this company.

I wanna soak it all in, mate. Win or lose, I would love every single chance I get to be in that ring with the likes of you. I think we could have a jolly good time...that is until I dump you over the rope. Nothing personal, mate, it’s just business.

Now we get to the Bulldog, BILLY BOY, man I have heard and seen a lot about you. Some good, some bad...some say you keep slipping at the biggest and best chances. Slumming your career down in the Roulette division for so long that sometimes you even forget that you are a multiple time champ! YOU perhaps have the best odd out of ALL of us to win this thing, but when you stand and face the fact that Finn Whelan is at the end of this particular rainbow, will you truly finally step beyond just being the man that is constantly mid.

Mid and one-dimensional. Sorry, bruv...you are boring. Hurts but so does life.

And finally, Justin Smith. First things first, you come at me for what my brother did to you last week and I will gladly remind you that while my last name is Kasey, I had absolutely NOTHING to do with that. You can hate me for what Miles did all you want but that’s a ‘you’ problem. And if you try to make it mine, then let’s just say that I am not above dropping you.

I look at this as a golden opportunity, mate. We all have a chance to perhaps make history. Finn Whelan is the MAN of SCW and seems practically untouchable. Don’t let hatred cloud your judgment.”

For if you do, I will make you regret every single moment. I am a man that ...well...

He looks to the picture of President Lincoln and presses the button and we hear:

I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live by the light that I have. I must stand with anybody that stands right, and stand with him while he is right, and part with him when he goes wrong.

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Climax Control Archives / Plight of the Older Gay Man
« Last post by Jamie Dean on May 24, 2024, 11:35:24 PM »
“There is one universal truth within the LGBTQ community that we as members have to accept as fact; and that is once you hit the age of thirty and over, your social life pretty much slows down considerably, compared to when you were in your early twenties. And once you hit forty and above, if you’re single, you are almost looked down on with pity and to some degree, contempt, by those younger than you. A far cry from the unity that the LGBTQ community cries for when facing the challenges from the outside, isn’t it? When we face the prejudices of the heterosexual and religious communities, we’re all about standing together. But when all we want is companionship, the ageism within ourselves is extreme. We tend to keep the older generations at arms length, even if all they want is a friend.”

“I think the saddest fact about this entire outlook is that I was guilty of it myself. I can remember times when I was in my early twenties and out clubbing, every time an older ‘daddy’ with silver in his hair tried to hit me up, I’d make my excuses and turn the other way. Not my proudest moments, but at the very least I was not one of those rude little shits who get approached by anyone with silver in their hair, make a face and go ‘Ew!’ I just … didn’t give them the chance to make their pitch, whether they were simply looking for a friend or possibly more. I was young. I was stupid. And only now am I realizing what those same guys must have been feeling at the time.”

“Only once can I remember where I was outright cold to the guy trying to get in my pants, but he just wouldn’t take the hint or wasn’t able to accept ‘no’ for an answer. I finally told him that he was just too old for me. His response? ‘Age is just a number.’ That’s when I looked him dead in the eye and told him, ‘Yeah, but yours is a pretty big honking number!’”

“I can still see the stricken look in his eyes, and how he just deflated right in front of me. It’s a memory that’s haunted me for almost twenty years.”

“And it is not just the younger generations of gays, lesbians, trans, bisexuals and queers that are the result of the older men and women becoming marginalized. But also social networking due to homophobia, heteronormativity, heterosexism, prejudice and blatant discrimination.”




Pacific Palisades

“You need to stop kicking yourself.”

The voice called to Jamie from across the table at the diner where he was eating dinner with his close friend and I suppose you might call ‘protege’ of sorts. Chad Campbell.

You remember him, don’t you? From back in the Team BJ days, the flighty and sassy young gay college student who Jamie – alongside Sandra and Kathy – had rescued from the streets as a homeless gay youth. It was thanks to Jamie and those lovely ladies’ support that Chad had graduated college and was currently working in the fashion industry, both as a hair stylist with his own clientele list, along with being an intern at a successful fashion house. Chad’s long-term goal was to be a fashion designer himself, with his own house, his own line. He wanted to succeed at designing his own visions, not using his visions to make another designer successful and richer.

Chad had filled out since his college student days when he worked at Kathy’s coffee house ‘Brew Ha-Ha’ while continuing with his studies. He was no longer the skinny ‘twink’ he had been before, as his body had filled out in the years since. Also his flamboyant feathered/upswept hair was now shorter and smooth as silk. And of course, Chad had support elsewhere, as in Jamie’s own circle of close friends. Names such as Ben Jordan, Amy Santino and Samantha Marlowe. When Chad had to come up with a ‘fashion line’ to showcase for his college final, Jamie helped enlist the above mentioned three to serve as runway models for Chad, all but ensuring his passing grade.

“I’m not kicking myself.” Jamie said as he picked up his glass of red, seated across from his young friend at Vittorio Ristorante & Pizzeria restaurant. Of course, Chad snorted back his derisive laugh of disbelief. The younger man shook his head and turned back to Jamie and gave him a look reminiscent of expressions Jamie can remember sporting ten years ago when talking to those older than him. Men and women he had been trying to hold a blanket cloud over the eyes of those around him, those who did not want to burden him with troubles atop of his own. He could remember a time or two he had played that same tactic with Kathy, much to her chagrin.

Oh how the wheel turns!

“Bullshit.” Chad said as he twirled his fork in the plateful of rigatoni pasta that laid before him. “You’ve been down in the dumps ever since you had that match a few weeks ago. Kathy and Sandra have both said you’ve been moping about…”

“I do NOT mope!” Jamie said, perhaps a little louder than he initially planned in protesting. Chad just tilted his head slightly like a curious puppy. “Really?” He asked. “You haven’t been answering calls or agreeing to meet anyone up. You just go to work at Oasis and go home and shut yourself away.”

“I’m here with you now, aren’t I?” Jamie pointed out. “Doesn’t that count for something?”

“It would,” Chad seemingly agreed. “If Kathy and Sandra didn’t both have to threaten you to get you to agree. You know when Ben called…”

“Ben?” Jamie interrupted, his brow knitted into a frown. “Ben Jordan called you?”

“Yes?” Chad answered with a hint of snark in his tone, this close to uttering the dreaded “duh”. “He has my number, just like he has Kathy and Sandra’s. Your friends are his and vice versa.”

Jamie sighed gently, looking elsewhere as Chad went on, “He’s been as worried as the rest of us.”

“Well you don’t need to be.” Jamie turned back to him. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” Chad shook his head. “And given you’re a certified counselor now, you’d think you of all people would be able to recognize and acknowledge the fact. That match…”

“If you can call it that…” Jamie murmured as he reached for his personal pizza, to which Chad wisely pointed out, “There, that’s what we’re talking about! It’s been bothering you more than you want to admit! That match meant more to you than you want to admit…”

“Of course it meant something, Chad!” Jamie barked. “It was my first match in ten years and … I admit I miss it. Missed it." He self corrected. “But we lost and it’s over…”

“You didn’t lose.” Chad pointed out. “Your partner did. Now…” He held up both hands in mock surrender. “I don’t get it. I don’t know why anyone would wrestle or watch it … if it wasn’t for the half naked muscle guys that is. But if it means that much, you could always…”

“What?” Jamie questioned. “”Make an actual return?” He shook his head. “Hard pass. With Ben semi-retired and Amy elsewhere, it just wouldn’t be the same. Plus, I’m not exactly getting any younger.”

“You’re, what? Thirty-nine?”

“Forty-one.” Jamie replied with the barest traces of a smile. “But I love you for that two year loss.” Chad smiled as he went for his own wine, as Jamie went on, “I’m still working my way through these little nagging injuries from when I competed a decade ago. I don’t think I can go through a regular schedule again against guys half my age.”

“Sounds like dating in the gay scene.” Chad jested, to which Jamie shrugged his shoulders and said half-heartedly, “I wish it was that good.”

C Frenz

One of the top gay nightclubs just outside of the limits of Pacific Palisades, in the better part of Los Angeles itself. If you tried to imagine the prototypical gay dive in your mind, you would probably come up with the spitting (pun intended) image of C Frenz. With its brick walls, colorful lights and pulsating music, it was one of the top gay dance clubs in better LA. And the weekend following his team’s elimination from the 2024 Blast From the Past, Jamie had made the hard decision to take a night off from Oasis with the desire to drown his sorrows in multiple kamikaze drinks.

Jamie had went to great lengths to make himself presentable, as style was his middle name. He just had not made the effort to go out in … well, it had been so long that he couldn’t remember the last time he had done so. Especially alone. His hair was styled flawlessly, goatee trimmed and neat and wearing his cream colored button up and matching slacks, he just wanted to drink, and not worry about trying to BE Jamie Dean, the social butterfly. He sat at the bar and made idle chatter with the bartender, a lesbian in her middle years while people watching around him. And his efforts would have been successful were it not for the young man who had clearly set his eyes on Jamie.

The moment the young gay man, his name Roman Himes, perhaps 22 years of age, simply walked right up to Jamie and he planted a hungry kiss on the surprised Jamie who almost spilled his drink as a result. Roman spent the remainder of the night, practically glued to Jamie’s side; talking, drinking, dancing and yes - making out.

That is until the inevitable question happened. Roman asked Jamie how old he was because of the lightning and Jamie saw no reason to lie. He answered truthfully and he could see the vast wave of disappointment in Roman’s eyes. The young man made some random excuse that he had work early in the morning and he ditched Jamie in the partying crowd.

Truth be told, Jamie had never felt so hurt, not even with everything he had gone through in the world of pro wrestling.

*****
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“Hey!” Jamie came from out of his self absorbed thoughts with Chad snapping his fingers in his face. “I thought I lost you.”

Jamie said nothing really, just shook his head.

“Are you okay?” Chad asked, with the honest concern of a tried and true friend. Jamie looked at him and smiled, shielding everyone around him from just how miserable he felt. “I’m fine.”

*****

There was just something … classical, about the majesty of a cage elevator. They were so old fashioned but they had charm and character. A flashback to days when things just seemed so much easier than they were currently. And in the brick loft building in which Jamie Dean called home, he took something akin to sanctuary in this ‘gilded cage’ of sorts as he rode up to his fourth floor loft.

Jamie simply remained there, in the shadows and feeling the depressive state threaten to engulf him like a suffocating shadow. He just sat there, with the Siamese curled up on his lap, his fingers idly scratching him under the chin, his eyes closed with a purring contentment. Jamie closed his own eyes and felt as if he might have dozed off under the strain of being emotionally tired rather than physically. He only ‘woke’ when the sound of his phone was going off from where it rested on the stand to the sofa’s immediate right.

He had strongly considered simply letting it go to voicemail when his eyes caught the name ‘Ben Jordan’ on the screen and he sighed. Try as he might to want to simply be left alone with his private thoughts, he could not ignore Ben. Thus, he leaned over at the waist and Anubis, at the indignity of being disturbed from his perch, hopped off of Jamie’s lap to the floor in search of something to better amuse the feline dignity. Jamie’s hands closed on the phone and he hit ‘answer’.

“Hello?” Jamie’s voice was tired, and he was certain Ben would be able to tell, even given the vast distance that lay between the two men.

“Well it’s about bloody time!” Ben barked from his end of the phone. “I’ve only been trying to get in touch for the last hour! Been calling your damn phone and you won’t pick up!”

Jamie frowned and withdrew the phone from his ear and looked at the screen, and it showed that he must have slept deeper than he thought as there were three missed calls from Ben. Jamie then set the phone to speaker and Ben's voice was continuing the friendly tirade. “...I  called Oasis and Kathy told me you weren’t there, that you had gone out with Chad so gave it some time to try again.”

“Sorry.” Jamie leaned back into the cushions of his sofa and rubbed his eyes, more so from the mental strain he had been feeling as opposed to trying to wipe the sleep from them. “Just been a long, hard couple of days.”

“Oh yeah?” Ben quipped, as was the nature of the friendship between the two. “What’s his name?”

“Oh ha ha.” Jamie half mumbled. “I should be so lucky.”

Jamie then righted himself and sat up, his fingers clasped together from both hands and rested on his bent knees. “Never mind, Ben. What’s going on … and why are you still up? It has to be …”

“Eight a.m.?” Ben finished, and Jamie could just sense the smile on his buddy’s face. “Mate, I’ve been up, got in my run and having breakfast. If anything, I should ask why you’re not asleep? Or at the very least, shackin’ up with the barkeep?”

Jamie closed his eyes, the sad smile on his face as he shook his head briefly. If Ben only knew.

“I was asleep.” Jamie then pointed out. “Remember? You woke me up.”

“Hunh…. Right.” Ben responded, realizing Jamie had caught him. “Anyway, about why I’m calling…”

“Oh are we getting to that, are we?”

“Shaddap! Mark Ward was trying to contact you for a few days now. Didn’t have much luck so he got in touch with me and asked me to tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

Ben said, “To tell you they need you in Pennsylvania. You got another chance at the gold.”

Jamie had slowly been rising from his seat to retrieve something to snack on, when he froze in mid crouch. He turned his head to the phone with a disbelieving frown. He said, “Say what now?”



We find ourselves back to the industrial loft home owned by the former Sin City Wrestling Superstar, Jamie Dean. But this time we were not visiting on the inside as a guest, but watching on the outside. More specifically, on his seldom used patio from four stories up. It had originally been a ‘fire escape’ during the building’s prime when first constructed, but upon his purchase and the realization fire escapes were as passe as phone books and wearing underwear … ahem.

Jamie has turned the iron railed structure into a cozy little retreat where he could sit and overlook the cityscape that surrounded his building. That was where we found him as he sat under the sunset and colorful skies, wearing a floral print button down, white shorts and his eyes hidden behind a pair of shades.

“Fresh Faces Battle Royal… ha!”

“I’ll be the first to tell the world that despite my rising age, that I am still adorable as all Hell. But, I’d hardly call myself ‘fresh faced’. Of course, I could easily say the same about one or two others in this match but I’m not the sort to just talk trash about random individuals.”

Jamie snorts back a restrained laugh but soon loses his control and leans back, his head tilted almost the entire way back and he just laughs uproariously. After several moments in wait, he finally calms himself and wipes a false tear from his eye and waves a hand at the camera.

“No, no. It’s alright. That one was just for me. I mean, talking shit is pretty much the trademark of gays the world over. After all, we invented it! So if I tend to go off the rails here tonight, I’m hoping you’ll understand. It’s just in my nature to be catty.”

Jamie set his mint iced tea down on the tray and leaned back in his chair, exhaling gently as he surveyed the world beyond him and all the possibilities that were there throughout.

So I thought when Shay Owens and I went down … pun not intended, in this year’s tournament, I felt that everything had been for naught. Big word, I know, but it fits. I thought my so-called return after a decade away that it was time wasted. I had friends who were excited to see how far we’d make it. The kids at Oasis were the most excited. They watched Ben compete all the time and that fact alone made him a legend in their eyes, especially when he turns up to help out and they just look at the man in amazement, like they couldn’t believe someone like him, a genuine celebrity, was as down to earth as he had come to be known as. The man would sit at their bedsides to talk, help them with homework and regularly took them out shopping so they could have something to call their own. But me…? Aside from the original Oasis kids, they never really got to see me save for streaming videos of some of my matches when I was active way back when. That was why when they found out I would be wrestling, they went through the roof. They were legit excited and were hamming it up about how I’d make it to the finals and eventually get my hands on that elusive singles championship.”

He chuckled sally, running his hand through his hair.

“So imagine their surprise - and disappointment - when Shay and I didn’t even make it out of the opening round. Just like that…”

He snapped his fingers.

“Snuffed out, just like that. The only saving grace I suppose is that I wasn’t there to see their reactions. I can’t imagine it was very pretty, and to this day, I have trouble handling whenever one of these kids experiences disappointment. Let alone the entire group. So once it was all said and done, I was ready to just dust myself off and get back to the work that matters most to my heart when lo and behold, I get a call from Saint Ben.”

“Imagine my surprise that my Blast From the Past contract actually had a stipulation that I was contractually obligated to a follow up match of the bosses' choosing, should I be eliminated early. And considering the hell booking must be when this many top stars are otherwise engaged, they had to do something to determine the next challenger for the World Heavyweight Championship. I mean, that is one of the perks of the entire tournament, yes? A chance at the World title, held right now by Beetlejuice - I mean, Finn Whelan. So why not give some of the guys eliminated early in the tournament a second chance in a Battle Royal?”

Jamie shrugged exaggeratedly with his bottom lip jetted out.

“If I’m going to be honest, I’m experiencing a bit of deja vu here, because I was in one - only one - Battle Royal before in my career and yes, I did win, and the prize was the same then as this one is now. An opportunity to challenge for the World Championship. Nobody, and I say that in all seriousness, thought this gay party boy would have a chance against all of those big, bad Superstars but … I won. And I went on to challenge J2H for the championship and I do not mind admitting that I was thoroughly schooled. Humbled and humiliated would be an apt description of what happened in that title match but here I am again, history repeating itself in the lead up. But as for history repeating itself in the inevitable title clash?”

Jamie held up a finger and shook his head in the negative.

“That is one piece of history that will remain where it belongs; in the past. I’ll win the Battle Royal, but when I go on to look in the mirror and say Finn’s name three times to summon him for our title match, well I’ll just be shattering his reflection, everything he has, and his storied double title reign. But, I’m getting a bit ahead of myself, aren’t I? There are six other guys that I have to go through if I have any hopes of even making it as far as Into the Void XIII, six guys who have as much chance at going the distance as I do. Well…”

Jamie paused in contemplation, then shook his head.

“No, I guess out of fairness I would have to say all six. After all, this isn’t just an ordinary wrestling match where wins and losses matter. This is a Battle Royal, where just avoiding getting thrown out of the ring is the key to victory. That, and a good deal of blowing up the skirt of Lady Luck. And nobody in this match has to rely more on luck than the hardcore fanatic, Justin Smith. I’ll be the first to admit that out of all the guys in this match, Justin seems to have lucked out the most in gaining one of the coveted spots. Oh sure, he made it farther in the tournament than I did, but that was more for the efforts of his partner than his own doing. But, to his credit, the guy is a pretty bad ass fighter and in a Battle Royal, that sort of tactic seems to be the best strategy to employ. And aside from Bill Barnhart, Justin would probably be the best brawler in this match. Still, taking the fight to everyone or hand picking one target at a time, that is just going to paint a target on Justin’s back and just like his name was the first in my long list of opponents, his name will also be the first to get tossed out of the ring and eliminated. Mark my words.”

“Then we have Teddy Warren, a man that is as confused about his sexual identity as a virgin in a prison rodeo. I don’t get this guy, I honest to god do not! He has come and gone from SCW more times than the crew that cleans the rings. I don’t even know why the man bothered to even sign up for the Blast From the Past in the first place. Even had his team gone the distance and won the whole thing, even if he had earned for himself a World title shot against Finn Whelan, he never would have made it as far as going to Pearl Harbor. Teddy’s commitment to this sport is erratic at best. He has proven it time and again; he shows up, starts to build some momentum for himself, and then he just up and …”

He snapped his fingers.

“Poof! Disappears without any explanation. The man has no goals, he has even less commitment. I mean, just look at his personal life. The man spent how long portraying himself as the RuPaul of SCW, then vanished. Then he starts fawning over Fenris every time the man showed off his bulge, even going so far as telling the world he’d give anything for one night with the man! Then all of a sudden, we’re expected to fall for this happy family man act that he has going on? His commitment to this new life of his is about as stable as his commitment to wrestling and SCW overall. If Fenris were to show him any interest, Teddy would be doing the full on cowgirl faster than you could say ‘Yippee Ki Yo, KY!’”

“Now the one person I am legit to see in this match was a guy I thought had all the potential in the world to go the distance, and would have were it not for an injury, is Caleb Storms. This kid had everything going for him - everything! But fate can be an outright bitch and that injury all but derailed everything that he had going for him then, and everything he could have accomplished since. I - just like everyone else out there - was shocked, surprised, when Caleb showed up from out of nowhere to announce he was back. For the tournament at least. It was disheartening to see him get jipped in the first round so I am glad to see him get this new chance, and I hope he makes the most out of it. I mean, I’m still planning on winning but I hope he sticks around after all this.”

“Now if there’s anyone else out there besides Justin that doesn’t fit the fresh face moniker, it would have to be ‘Bulldog’ Bill Barnhart. Now, this is the guy who lies more about his age than some old Southern belle from Atlanta. The guy continues to this day that he’s only in his thirties, meaning he wants the world to think that he’s younger than I am.”

Jamie pointed a finger at himself with a questioning look.

“Bill, you’re in your thirties about as much as I’m a Trump supporter. If anything, I’d say you’re the senior statesman of this match. THE veteran. Which isn’t a bad thing, but if I can admit my age, I should think you’d be able to do the same. You’ve done so much in this sport… so many championships recorded to your name and how many Hall of Fame inductions? Is the idea of you walking away from this match as the winner and being Finn’s next challenger really all that unbelievable?”

Jamie scrunched up his face in thought and then nodded.

“It really is!”

“Then we have who has to so far be the biggest disappointment in this match, a total washout and that’s even going so far as to include Justin Smith! And I’m talking about the so-called ‘Mister Golden Briefcase’ Rodrigo Afonso. Now I say so-called because even though he’s picked up a win here and there and bested some bright stars to get that name, has he really done anything - anything at all - to push it or himself? Rodrigo went so far as to outlast all those other guys to win the Briefcase, but he’s done nothing with it. Now I’m not suggesting he use it to cash in before he’s ready … but he hasn’t done anything to push the fact he won it at all! No interviews, no subtle threats, no getting in the face of any champions anywhere! He won it, and he’s been gliding along on the coattails of that win ever since. He thinks going into this match that his win then, will play a factor now.”

Jamie shook his head.

“It won’t. It’ll just make his early elimination all the more humbling for him, and all the more sweeter for the rest of us.”

“Now, we’re saving the best for last. Well, the cutest for last at any rate. The half-brother of an already established star in Miles Kasey, Lyle Kasey Junior. The fact that this young guy has shown up from out of nowhere and being the lost family of a popular fella like Miles makes Lyle here the sentimental favorite of the fans. True, Lyle has yet to secure that first win in his career, and his early elimination in the tournament is, like for many of us, the reason why he’s here now. And, as I stated before, your track record on paper isn’t as important in a Battle Royal so much as luck itself is. Staying away from the ropes, working together with someone else when it calls for it to get rid of a more dangerous or bigger opponent, etc. You could be the absolute greatest in the world and still be the first one out in a match like this simply because your track record worked against you. Your success rate made you a target early on. That’s not something Lyle has to worry about this time around and I don’t mean that in a bad way. Believe me! Lyle’s lack of that first big win works in his favor here, and with the fans behind him, he has perhaps the best chance out of anyone at walking away with this chance against Finn Whelan.”

Jamie then gave it thought.

“Second best chance. I still wouldn’t be Jamie Dean if I were to think any less of myself or my chances in this match. And I hate to toot my own horn but…”

***HOOOOOONNNK!!!!***

Jamie flinched and looked over the railing to the street below to see an eighteen wheeler roll past his building. He then sat back and looked into the camera, jetting as thumb in the direction of the truck.

“See? He agrees with me!”
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Climax Control Archives / I Don’t Need or Want Any Help!(Artie RP)
« Last post by Bobbie Dahl on May 24, 2024, 11:19:28 PM »
Sunday May 19th
The Fall Out


I should have seen something like that coming. But I guess I was a little too naive, or just wanted to believe that my own friends wouldn’t bother to do something like that to help me out to get the win. I mean, I expected something like that from Bobbie at least to protect me, but the fact that Miles did what he did? Well, I’m not exactly happy with him. He and Bobbie- and everyone else really- should understand that a tainted win in a tournament like this isn’t exactly something to be proud of.

After the match I headed straight backstage. Miles and Bobbie both tried to talk to me, but I didn’t want to hear anything they had to say at the moment. They exchanged a few words out of my ear shot and Miles went on his way to go find Carter for their match. I don’t even know how long ago that was, because I’ve been brooding in the locker room for a while. Bobbie is still out in the hallway, giving me some space, when I suddenly hear a commotion just outside. I jump up from my chair and head over to the door to see what is going on.

When I peek into the hall, I see Carter being helped into the medical locker room with Miles right with him. I don’t even know what happened, but Bobbie looks concerned, which is understandable. Miles stays out in the hall, reluctantly, giving the medical team a few moments to check Carter over and Bobbie checks on him. He’s overwhelmed with concern for Carter’s well-being, and while I am, too, I’m still mad at Miles for interfering in my match. This might not be the time to say anything, but I guess that is what anger does to you. It breaks your brain to mouth filter.

“Why did you do it?” I ask and Bobbie and Miles both turn their attention to me. Bobbie shakes her head at me, quietly pointing out what I already know, but I don’t really care right now.

“Excuse me?” Miles asks, confused? He must be too caught up with whatever is going on with Carter to remember what happened earlier. “Why did I do what?”

I shake my head and step closer to them. “Why did you interfere in my match earlier?” I feel my eyes narrow, almost out of my control. “Why did you help me win?”

Miles lets out an annoyed laugh and shakes his head. Bobbie steps forward, trying to talk me down and insists on having this conversation later, but we’re past the point of that. It’s now or never. “I guess I was wrong in expecting a thank you, huh mate?” Miles responds, his patience very low. “Maybe when you make it to the finals and then win the World Heavyweight Championship, you’ll thank me then.”

“Artie, sweetie,” Bobbie starts, placing a hand on my arm. “Can we talk about this later? Miles needs to check on Carter.”

I shake my head and pull my arm out of her grasp. “I don’t need anyone’s help.” I snap back, looking at both Bobbie and Miles, because I wanted Bobbie to know as much, too. “If me and Kallie make it to the finals and if I win the World Heavyweight Championship opportunity and eventually the title, I’m not going to thank you even then, because I’ll have done it by myself.”

Bobbie lets out a sigh and shakes her head. She knows how angry I am right now, so she should understand why I am speaking my mind, regardless of whatever is going on with Carter in the medical locker room. She looks to Miles and quietly apologizes for me, even though I don’t need her to do that.

“I’m in no mood for this right now.” Miles bites back. “Be angry all you want, mate. I need to go check on Carter.” And with that, he disappears into the medical locker room, not bothering to wait for the all clear to enter.

Bobbie turns her attention back to me and just stares at me, eyes wide and almost surprised. “What was that?” She asks, holding her hands up to further her confusion.

“You know what it was.” I bite back, turning around to head back into the locker room. “I don’t need or want anyone’s help winning, Bobbie.” I say with my back turned to her. Before I disappear back in the locker room to be by myself again, she grabs my arm and spins me around.

“No you don’t.” She says, and I’m not sure if it means she is agreeing with me, or if she is saying that to stop me from shutting myself inside again. “Maybe Miles was wrong to help you out there, but your attitude towards him just now wasn’t right, considering what happened to Carter.”

I shrug. “I don’t even know what happened to Carter. I’m sure he’ll–”

“You know what? You need to confront your mother.” Bobbie blurts out, interrupting me.

My eyes narrow even further and I shake my head. “What? Absolutely not.” I refuse. I hadn’t seen or talked to my mother recently since my father told me of her affair, and I still have no desire to either. As far as I was aware, she still had no idea that either my father or I had any knowledge of her affair. He was trying to figure out this situation himself, which is understandable.

“You have to.” Bobbie replies calmly, more out of concern than anything. “The fact that you know what you know is eating at you, Artie. One minute you’re fine, and the next you’re not.” She was right, if I’m honest. Lately I just couldn’t help being on this rollercoaster of emotions and the slightest thing setting me off.

“This has nothing to do with me not wanting Miles helping or anyone helping me.” I reply, but I’m not lying. Even if the situation with my mother was not the way it is, I’d still be mad at the interference. “Someone helping me like that just makes me look weak. And you know it.”

“It might not have anything to do with it, but it’s certainly adding to your short temper.” She quickly replies. I close my eyes and take in a deep breath. “I’m not used to this side of you. I’ve been trying and trying to be as supportive as I can.”

“We’ll, if you are tired of it, just leave.” Stupid brain to mouth filter malfunction again. I really should not have said that, and instantly regret it, but my attitude certainly says otherwise. Seriously, what is happening to me? “It’s obviously not that hard to do.”

Bobbie’s jaw drops as I leave her shell shocked. I don’t give her a chance to say anything else before I turn and disappear back into the locker room, preferring to be alone in my own thoughts. What I said wasn’t fair, but to me it was the truth. Bobbie and I had been in each other’s lives for so long, but together as a couple much less than that. Our history was complicated. How sure could I be that she wouldn’t step outside of our marriage if she couldn’t truly handle me at my worst? I am so busy worrying about that, that the real question I should be asking I still haven’t.

What happened to push my mother to do just that to my father?



Monday May 20th
Back Home In the States


The last few weeks of the tour have been the hardest as we have been traveling to different countries. Our next stop is in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania so it makes it easier to fly home to Vegas for a few days before the next show. We have been itching to see Loki, and I know he is just as excited to see us, too. Especially Bobbie. I love him just as much as she does, but they have a particular bond that Loki and I don’t, which is fine.

We’re not that far from her parents’ house to see Loki and I am more than ready to just relax for a few days. Jet lag is no joke. Bobbie hasn’t spoken much to me since last night. I will eventually break the silence, but I just need some time. It would make it easier if my father knew what he was going to do about it all, because the longer he doesn’t say anything, the more her infidelity will go on.

When we pull into the driveway of her parents house, I see Loki come running to the fence line from the backyard. His huge wiggle butt starts wagging once he sees us, and the Lyft driver barely has the car in park when Bobbie jumps out of the backseat. I thank the driver and grab our bags as Bobbie goes running to see Loki.

Bobbie’s father greets me at the front door, grabbing Bobbie’s suitcase and helping me inside. No sooner than I walk in the door when I am left shocked as who should come running up to me but my mother! She smiles and has her arms outstretched as she embraced me in a huge hug before I can back away.

“Artie!” She squeals, happy to see me. “Oh I missed my baby boy! Why haven’t you called?!” She steps back and looks me over, as if checking to make sure I am healthy or unhurt. I glare at her, not returning her enthusiasm to see her. Just as I am about to question what she is doing here, my father is the next to enter the room, confusing me even more.

“Son.” He says, greeting me as we share an awkward knowing glance.

“What are you two doing here?” I ask, glaring once again at my mother.

She is taken back by my demeanor, and she should be. She looks to my father, then back to me. “What is with the attitude? Did we do something to upset you?”

I let out a laugh. “I don’t know, Mom. You tell me. Is there something I should be upset about?” I fold my arms and wait for her to answer, but she is genuinely confused. Ken just quietly steps away, getting the sense that this should be a private matter between us. I pray Bobbie hasn’t told him or her mother anything.

“Artie, what is going on?” She looks to my father. “Do you know what he is upset about?”

I know it is against my father’s wishes, but just being face to face with my mother sets me off. My father is about to stop me from saying or doing something stupid, but it’s too late. I throw my hands in the air, and let it all out. “You! Mom! I am angry at YOU!”

“Artie, son…” My father tries to interrupt, but I stop him. This has to happen. She has to be called out on what she’s done.

“No, Dad.” I snap at him, just as angry with him for choosing to continue dealing with her lying. “She has to hear this. She needs to know that we know what she’s done. And how, while you may end up forgiving her, I sure won’t.” I think she is starting to figure out just what I am talking about, but she’s trying to hide it.

“I…I haven’t done anything.” She’s. Terrible liar. Even my father knows. I stare at him, giving him a look that says it’s now or never. He needs to break his silence as much as I did. He is reluctant, but he finally gets it off his chest.

“Enough with the lying, Amelia. I know that you’ve been having an affair!” I can immediately notice the incredible weight that has been lifted off his chest as he says the words. Bobbie has also stepped inside from the door leading to the backyard, but she stops dead in her tracks when she hears my father. My mother looks mortified.

“Thought we didn’t know, Mom?” I say, and I make sure the words are like daggers. She can’t speak. She’s trying to come up with another lie, no doubt, but she just stumbles on her words and is on the verge of tears. “So do either of you care to tell me who she cheated with?”

“H-How? How did you find out?” She looks at my father. Because that is her main concern. She’s more upset that she got caught, than she is about actually destroying our family.

“That’s all you are worried about?” I snap back. I will never understand how I could think so highly of her, only for her to destroy it all with one decision.

“Your father and I should go.” She is panicking, searching around for her purse or something. “We…we need to talk about this in private.”

“What else don’t I know?!” I throw my hands in the air. I’m so tired of being lied to for one reason or another. “Forget this. I’m going home. Bobbie, I need some time alone.”

My mother is even more horrified when she realizes Bobbie has heard everything. At this point, I don’t even care. I just need to get out of here and away from everyone. I’m spiraling out of control, and I don’t know what to do or how to feel about anything. I grab my suitcase and pull my phone out to call another Lyft to take me home.

Seriously…what is happening to my life right now?



I’m beginning to realize that the further I make it through this tournament, the more some people are actually starting to root for me. The fans at least, because they sure have been cheering me on like crazy every match so far. Whether or not they think Kallie and I will actually win, that’s a whole different story, but maybe they are starting to believe now, anyway. They sure should believe, because we’re so close, I can taste it!!

I can’t tell you how happy I am that we’re finally back on American soil. Not because I don’t like the other countries or anything, because it was amazing getting to travel to all of those historic cities. It’s just that traveling such long distances just wears me down pretty fast. And this week, we’re going to be in Gettysburg, which is just…surreal. To be wrestling in the place where Battle at Gettysburg happened is a once in a lifetime experience. And let me tell you, this Battleground Tour is finally starting to make sense to me.

I won’t get into too much detail but I’ve been fighting my own battles this entire tour. And battling against opponents who think I shouldn’t be in this tournament or that I’m stupid for having made such a mistake with the contract. Generally just mean things they’ve said about me. Which is whatever to me at this point, because I’m in the semi-finals and they are not. But let me make one thing clear to everyone about what happened last week.

I did not ask Miles, or anyone else, to help me. And I did not want his help. I’m very aware of how bad that looks, and I’m sorry to Kallie that our last win was a tainted win. I want us to make it to the finals on our own, and not because someone interfered. I don’t want people to think less of us, or that we don’t deserve it so I can promise you…it won’t happen again. No matter how we win on our own, we got this! We’re about to go down in history in SCW and I can’t wait!

Now..I guess focus on the two people standing in our way this week. Sean Parker and Luna Pasilno. So…they seem like a pretty cohesive team right now, which probably isn’t super encouraging for Kallie and me. It’s hard to compete against teams that actually work together outside of the ring to try and be on the same page. Things just haven’t worked out the same way for me and Kallie, but it doesn’t mean we don’t still work together pretty well when we have to!

Sean Parker…he seems pretty good. Like, really good from what I can tell. Better than my last two opponents. Obviously, considering we’re both in the semi-finals and we’re not. But, even really decent teams have been eliminated already. Bobbie and Peter Vaughn being one of them. The best teams don’t always make it to the finals. And the best teams don’t always win the whole tournament. You know who does?

The underdogs. The ones that everyone bets against, because underdogs have spirit. They have fight, and that’s what me and Kallie are! Sean might think he deserves this, and maybe he kinda does. But who is he really? Other than another SCW outsider that joined just for the chance to maybe win some gold. They’re trying to take away what everyone else works hard for in SCW. But I guess I shouldn’t complain because the tournament is open to everyone. And it is used to hopefully get some of these people to stick around.

I have a question for Sean, though. He’s teamed with Luna..who is married to Alexander Raven. Raven just so happens to be in the semi-finals, too. So I have to wonder…how much can Sean really trust Luna? Let’s say they beat Kallie and I and end up facing Raven and Alexandra Calaway. Is it possible that Luna is working with Raven to ensure he wins it all in the end? She could very well turn on Sean if that match were to happen and cost them everything. Is that really what is happening? Maybe not. But…stranger things have happened.

Out of the four teams left in this tournament, Kallie and I are probably the lowest on the pole who stand a chance at winning. That’s fine, because we have something that perhaps the other three teams don’t have…people rooting for us to win. We may be the favorites to win just because we’re the rookies.

I want us to win this so bad. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something so bad in my life. I know the odds are stacked against us, but that just makes me want to win so much more. I don’t even know what to else to say about Sean Parker and Luna Pasilno. I’m not good at this trash talk nonsense so many of the others excel at. I’ve never understood it. And I’d be a hypocrite to sit here and try and make myself seem better than them, because I’m really not. I’m only like two months into my training, and they’re years into it. I know what I’m up against, but I’m ready for it.

I’m not scared. The nerves are calming down with each match. I’m excited to step into the ring with guys like Sean, and then maybe Alexander Raven or Mark “the disappearing Dragon” Cross. Or whatever his name is. I’m excited because if I put up a good fight against them, it proves that no matter what anyone else thinks, I can defy the odds. I can do this on my own. I don’t need anyone’s help or their pity or worry about me. All I need is the drive and the willpower and magic will happen.

And this Sunday in Gettysburg, the best magic will happen when Kallie and I advance to the FINALS of the Blast From The Past tournament when no one thought we would make it past the first round.

Look at us now, people. LOOK. AT. US. NOW!

The Underdogs are coming for it all!!
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