||| Gods & Monsters : On Camera |||

This match was catching all the buzz this week. Hyped up as reject vs reject. Not just any match, oh no.. This was for the grandest prize in SCW. Alex Kaelin's Roulette Championship. This had been building up for a few weeks but now it was going to happen. No one expected Raab to lay down like a good dog for Alex Kaelin. No, most expected the monster to walk in and clean house. But if anyone has been paying attention since November, they will see that Alex Kaelin is not easily defeated. Having won the tournament for the vacated Roulette Championship and having a stranglehold on the title scene ever since. When Alex first walked into the company, a former champion decided to brag about his 134 day title reign.. With each passing day, that title reign he bagged about so much was in jeopardy of falling to The Notorious Alex Kaelin. And at the moment, it didn't seem as if anyone had the answer to beating him. Lord knows, Alex Kaelin was not exactly mr. popularity and many people wanted to see him fall flat on his face. But no one had been able to get the job done yet and now they decided to shoulder that burden on Lord Raab the newest member of The Rejects. Maybe this was a way of trying to put a chink in the armor of the rejects. But if you ask anyone who knows Alex, he is not going to take this lightly and he isn't going to play nice. That belt was one of the most important things in his life and he was going to be damned if he let that filthy judas named Lord Raab get his grubby hands on it. This match was going to be a war regardless of how the wheel spun and no matter what the stipulation is. Time and time again.. Alex proved he was as good as advertised. No one could dispute that he was one of the cornerstones of this company and anyone who disagreed with that fact obviously is in denial. But it wasn't just Alex Kaelin, The Rejects were a force to be reckoned with. The Renegades are the best damn tag team not holding gold right now and that is only because Kaelin & Watts both have their sights focused on singles championships. Alex Kaelin proudly carrying his Roulette Championship and he had no doubt that his friend Andrew Watts would bring home the big gold belt as soon as he got the opportunity.

”So you want to step into the ring with the champ..?”

Alex was sitting in a seedy strip club in Vegas. Why Vegas? Because fuck Europe that's why! Las Vegas was home to Alex Kaelin and the seedy strip club was one of his favorite haunts. The room was dim with a purple glow but Alex was sitting in a booth with a light hanging above the table so that the purple lighting didn't drown everyone out. The leather seating of the booth had seen better days and in the background you could see the scum of Sin City making it rain on some poor girl who had dreams of being a real dancer for one of the many Vegas headliners only to find herself headlining this shit hole on a thursday night. Hell, she didn't even have a name of the marquee in case your wondering. They just had a sign outside that said “We fired the ugly one” in hopes of bringing in more customers. Alex Kaelin though, he always felt shady little joints like this made a good backdrop for a promo. Can't find places like this in Europe, well.. You can but then you wind up finding out what the deleted scenes from the movie Hostel might have been like. Many had questioned how The Notorious one would react to facing someone from his own stable. Because we all know that Alex Kaelin is a level headed model citizen of society who is all about respecting his fellow man.

”Raab, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. You can step between those ropes, reach out and shake my hand. You can then step out of the ring and walk towards the back and the ref can raise my hand in victory. Declaring that Alex Kaelin is still your SCW Roulette Champion. Then The Rejects can go to the bar after the show, throw back a few beers and celebrate another successful night. Another night in which The Rejects came out on top and outsmarted everyone in this company.. Or we can do things the hard way. You may be asking yourself, well Alex.. What is the hard way? Well Raab, the hard way involves me kicking the shit out of you from one corner to another. Do I want to do that? No.. Of course not.. We are Rejects, brothers. And while I respect that you outlasted three other men to get a shot at my roulette championship. If history has shown us anything, it's that when a German steps out of line.. An American will step up and remind that German what their place in the world really is. ”

Hey, he was giving him an alternative? Why make war when you can go have a beer with your friends? Oh.. That's right they call them 'Lagers' over in Europe. While anyone who knew Alex had a feeling he wasn't going to react kindly to this situation. No one really expected Lord Raab to just lay down and play dead while Alex Kaelin pinned him for the one two three. Alex was sporting a pair of dark grey jeans and the big black boots that he always wore. His shirt had the sleeves cut off to show the world his tattoos and on the front of his shirt it had the white silhouette of a woman riding a stripper pole with the words “I support single moms” underneath. Yes, Alex Kaelin was one of the classiest individuals you would find. He looked into the camera before leaning back in the booth and putting his feet up.

”I truly was delighted when I saw that you had been put in a match to become number one contender for my Roulette Championship. Because I thought that you would do the right thing. That you would step into that ring and destroy the competition and leave one of them with enough breath in their lungs to compete with me for the Roulette Championship. Then I would walk in, take care of business and leave with the strap still draped over my shoulder. But you had to be a greedy motherfucker didn't you? Oh you thought that you had to be the one to walk out as number one contender. All I've done for you.. And this is the thanks I get? I bring you into the rejects and you then decide that you want to try and take MY championship from me? Listen it is bad enough I am soiling this titles reputation by defending it all over Europe. This title represents everything great about America.. And I can't even defend it in my home town of Sin City. You know why this title represents America so well? Because of chance my friend. A spin of the wheel and anything can happen. Just like in America, you never know when opportunity is going to knock. Well I hear you knocking Raab and when I open that door I am going to knock you the fuck out! Am I mad because you seized an opportunity? No.. I mean, why not the internet title? Huh, you think of that? You with the internet championship, Watts bringing home the big gold belt and myself holding this beautiful roulette championship gold. It was perfect Raab! And you ruined everything.. I saw potential in you. I saw a monster that was lost and needed some guidance and after some convincing I brought you into the rejects.”

A'Murica! Fuck yeah! No, this wasn't about a war between nations. Alex was maybe still bitter about the travel schedule and was hoping to defend his championship in Vegas. The plan all along had been for everyone in The Rejects to hold gold. Because with gold came power and having those belts meant that they pretty much called the shots. Going into this match, both men knew they had squared off before in the ring. In fact, it was in the very same Roulette tournament that Alex won to become champion. Now, Raab was a different kind of monster now. But that wasn't going to stop Alex from reminding Raab about it. He might also leave out that little part where he kicked Raab out of the ring and stole the pinfall.. But who needed those small details right?

”December seventh, two thousand fourteen. That date ring a bell Raab? It should because that is when I defeated you and some douche to move on to the next round of the roulette tournament. Look how long it took for you to crawl out of obscurity. And you know who you can thank for that? ME! The moment I brought you into the rejects, your stock skyrocketed! See the powers that be want to play us against each other and you fell right into their little game. Just like I did on December seventh.. I'm going to walk out of Climax Control with the victory. And once I've beaten you so bad that even without the mask people will ask you why you are all dressed up for Halloween this time of year.. I'll take the high road, while you are defeated and laying flat on your back..I will shake your hand.. Just like Jesus forgave that no good motherfucker Judas.. I will forgive you.. Because that is the kind of person I am, a kind.. forgiving.. What is so fucking funny?!?”

You could hear a soft laugh off camera Alex lunged forward and the camera got shaky for a moment because the camera man wasn't expecting that. Everyone knew that Alex Kaelin had a few screws loose and this camera guy didn't want to piss him off but it seemed as though he was adding gasoline to a fire that was not easily going to be put out. The look in the eyes of Alex Kaelin was a bit crazy, god forbid anyone try and pose a threat to his championship. It wasn't a tweaked out sort of look but a serious look that gave a normal person chills. The lengths he would go to keep his championship had shown to be disturbing. This is a guy who tossed  Sephiroth Du Lac in the back of Santas Sled and sent him on his merry way. It doesn't get anymore disturbing then that right? The sick kind of stipulations this company comes up with.. Defacing Christmas for the sake of a ratings boost.

”You think this is funny Mr. Cameraman? We will see if everyone thinks it is so funny when they have to scrape Raab off the canvas like a piece of roadkill. Raab, you have come a long ways since we first stepped into the ring with each other. But even you need to give the devil his due and know that even on your BEST day.. Ha, you are not even half the man that Alex Kaelin is. I'd say take a good look in the mirror but I have a funny feeling you don't have any in your home. Now you may think that this is just a competition and that I shouldn't take it very personally, well let me tell you that I take it seriously when my friends challenge me to a game of scrabble let alone challenge me for my Roulette Championship! I tried to help you reach the peak of this industry and now you are biting the hand that feeds. And while that makes for a good story princess, you sure as hell will not have a happy ending at Climax Control. I've stepped into the ring with monsters before and each time I have left them defeated and sent them to the back of the line. Raab, I hope my words are sinking in. I hope that I am not just making myself loud and clear, my words better be crystal clear. Bad things are going to happen when you step into the ring with me. Now hopefully you decide to stay on the righteous path and walk into that ring and shake my hand. I know that this Roulette Championship would tempt even Frodo Baggins, I can only imagine how a feeble minded monster must be memorized every time you see it. Hell, wouldn't shock me that if somehow you managed to bring the armies of mordor down to the ring with you and by the grace of god managed to beat me that you would walk around petting that belt while repeating “My precious” over and over while you get an odd erection by just looking at it.”

Yes, Alex Kaelin was a rather civil individual. Put yourself in his shoes for a moment, you bring someone into a stable and they decide to try and take advantage of you and take your championship belt away from you? That person would be called a prick and if Alex Kaelin was the one taking advantage of this situation you can bet the dirt sheets would be talking about what a awful person he was. Make no doubt about it, while you cant blame Lord Raab for taking the match.. You cant blame Alex for reacting the way he is. Some lines you don't cross and it looked like Raab wasn't just stepping over that line. He was whipping his dick and PISSING on that line. Now Alex Kaelin could have said he wasn't fighting a member of his stable but he was a fighting champion and if Raab decided to sign his death wish then that was his decision. Alex Kaelin was only doing what was right by defending his title and retaining it by any means necessary.

”Just like when a dog gets out of line, every so often you need to swat it with a newspaper. Raab you can be damn sure that when Climax Control is over and all is said and done.. You will know better then to test my patience and step into the ring with me again. Now everyone is saying, how will the rejects handle this? Let me tell you that THE REJECTS are going to be just fine and fucking dandy! Raab isn't going to be kicked to the curb for stepping out of line, he just needs to know his place. It looks as though I'm the one who will have to get my hands dirty and put him in his place. Because I don't see you doing the right thing, no you are going to challenge me. You know what happen the last time someone who proclaimed to be a monster stepped into the ring with me? I'll tell you! I sent tall dark and creepy packing and he caught the first flight back to Transylvania or wherever those twilight brats hang out. Do you want that to be you Raab? Just another footnote in history, another victim added to my reign as Roulette Champion? When people step into the ring with me they wind up as a question on Jeopardy because they don't come back after I'm done with them. I will take people who got their asses handed to them on a silver platter by Alex Kaelin for five hundred.. “Who is the masked judas who stepped into the ring with The Notorious Alex Kaelin?” Spoiler, here is the answer kidos “Who is Lord Raab!?”

And that is the same question people will be asking months from now as The Notorious Alex Kaelin continues on his winning ways. He wasn't new the this whole monster thing, tall dark and creepy had said the same things.. How he was going to taken the roulette championship from the ego maniac known as Alex Kaelin. And all the nay sayers kept feeding him bullshit about how he was going to win.. And what happened? He wound up falling flat on his face, just like everyone else who steps into the ring with The Notorious one when he is defending his championship. Did he want to humiliate Lord Raab? Not exactly, but he did want to make a point. That he better not bark up this tree again or next time he will put him out of business for good. Ever wonder why Alex Kaelin did not have very many friends in this world? THIS is why. Because while some people would shake hands and say 'May the best man win' Alex would rather kick you in the nuts and grab the tights on a quick roll up. He would do anything it takes to win, and as people had seen in the past he was not above cheating and getting a cheap victory. Just Win Baby. That was the kind of motto this man lived by.

”The rejects are trying to collect all the gold, not pass it around like hot potato. So Raab, let me make myself even more clear to you. You want this roulette championship? You can have it, over my dead body. I will gouge your eyes out of their sockets and give them to one of the ladies in the front row as souvenir. When they spin that wheel, you better pray to god that it is some sort of pillow fight! Because otherwise I am going to hit you with everything that isn't nailed down. Chairs, ladders, tables, soft drinks! Whatever I can get my hands on. You are stepping into my world! Raab, you will find out just who the monster is when you step into the ring with me. While you were losing to Blasted Monk, I was walking out of Inception with The Roulette Championship!  While you were losing to Kain, I was carrying my dead beat tag team partner on my back through the blast from the past tournament! You my friend, have done NOTHING that even puts you anywhere near the same level as me. You outlasted three other schlub's  and now you think you have the right to step into the ring with me? How dare your sir!

That had been the plan since day one. Every member of The Rejects to hold singles gold and stand tall at the very top of this company. Alex had kept his end of the bargain, and the signs pointed to him keeping that belt for a very long time. His record in SCW was impressive and other than a couple tag team flubs, his record was pretty damn good. Add to the fact that he was champion and it was even more impressive. He knew that a target was painted on his back. Even his ego couldn't ignore that, but if you had a target on your back.. It meant people are thinking about you. It meant that you are important because no one gunned for a nobody, no they only targeted the best. While Alex had an ego, no one could deny the blood, sweat & effort he put into every single match. When that belt was on the line, no one was better than Alex. Many people said they would be the one that would put his ego in check but no one had risen to the occasion yet. Lord Raab was a monster that had improved greatly over the past few months but Alex was already good and simply getting better every time he set foot in that ring.

”This belt is not going anywhere soon. It is staying right here with papa! Raab you may think this is your shot at becoming famous but you are going to have a hard enough time finding your picture on the back of a milk carton if you keep testing my patience! Monsters don't scare me anymore, I'm not five years old and you sure as shit are not Freddy Kruger. In this world, I am the monster. IN THIS WORLD I am the one who passes final judgment on you and all those who step into my path of violence. You want to hear a little story Raab? Lets take a moment and have story time with Uncle Alex shall we? How about you just have seat under the tree of wisdom and maybe I can enlighten you you up a little bit.”

He reached for the cigarette he kept behind his ear, lighting it up and taking a puff of it. Letting the smoke roll and even managed to make a smoke ring and that takes talent. Regardless of how each individual felt leading up to this match, when they stepped into the ring they would burn the fucking house down. Every match Alex Kaelin had was one to watch and people did their best to step up their game when they had to stand across the ring from him. The most prestigious champion in this company was Alex Kaelin, and you couldn't tell him any different. Whenever he stepped into the ring to defend his title, he never knew what the stipulation would be. And to him, it didn't matter because he would adapt and then proceed to beat the holy hell out of the poor soul who was foolish enough to challenge him. Alex Kaelin then took the Roulette championship off his shoulder and held it up in front of the camera. Get a good look at it folks, because that is as close as you would get to it. This was the man who backed up every word he said, that was scary to think about if you are the one facing him. Many ran their mouths and it was complete and utter shit they spewed. Alex Kaelin knew how good he was, and deep down.. Even if they did not want to admit it.. SCW & The wrestling industry knew that was Kind Of A Big Deal.

”Believe me when  I say this.. I have done worse things to people I considered a lot closer to me then you are at the moment. It is much better to have me as your friend then it is your enemy. So while you may have convinced yourself that this was all about respect and a good old fashioned competition. You disrespected me, by digging that knife into my back. I don't know what demon cunt you crawled out of when you came into this world, but I will be the son of a bitch who can send you back to were you came from. Ask Sephiroth Du Lac what happens when a monster steps into the ring with Alex Kaelin. You may think you are all sorts of big bad and brooding, but you are not anywhere near as nasty as I am. See all the talking heads will tell you that you can win. They said the same thing to him. And you know what happened? He lost.. Twice.. Just like you are going to lose to me a second time. When I say that Yeah.. I'm kind of a big deal.. It is more than just a catchphrase. Even the pope himself would swear to that on a stack of bibles soaked with the tears of altar boys. Raab, this little fairy tale.. This delusion you have of taking my championship away from me is reaching it's conclusion. Reject vs Reject? They set the bait, you fell for the trap. Raab, you better pray that whatever god or devil you believe in has mercy on your soul because I sure as hell wont. The next time you see me will be in that ring standing across from you and the last thing you are going to remember from that night is looking up into the lights and seeing 'The Notorious' Alex Kaelin standing over you with my Roulette Championship and when the ringing in your ears dies down you will hear the ring announcer say.. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand STIIIIIIIIIIILLLL!!! YOUR SCW ROOOOOULETTE CHAMPION!!!! THE NOOOOTORIOUS!!! ALEX FUCKING KAELIN!!!”

Alex tossed the strap onto his shoulder and stood up, about running into the cameraman. Not that he cared, that son of a bitch had laughed at him earlier. Alex walked between a row of tables and at one of them was a stripper who looked to be crying. She wore a leopard print bikini, tanned and dark hair. You could tell the girl had hit some rough times and the poor girl didn't even have a nice rack to show off. Alex pulled out his wallet and tossed a five dollar bill on the table.

”What is this for?”

”Just doing my good deed for the day, donating to your kids college fund.”

The woman flipped him off and he laughed as she tossed the five dollar bill back at him, he let it fall to the floor.. Because he knew that bitch would pick it up as soon as he was out the door. The stage was set for one hell of a Championship match at Climax Control. The Roulette Wheel was ready to be spun, ready to decide the fate of these two individuals.

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||| Gods & Goddesses : Off Camera |||

You could hear someone kicking and punching a heavy bag, the chain rattling as it swung from side to side. Alex Kaelin walked into the gym with a water bottle and took a sip as he leaned against a wall and looked at the beautiful blonde who was taking some of her frustrations out on that heavy bag. He whistled and he got a glare shot in his direction until Krissy realized that it was Alex. She was dripping with sweat and her tank top clung to her chest. She was wearing little tight shorty shorts that showed off her legs. The gym was pretty nice, mirrors on one side and the rest of the walls painted white with fairly new equipment surrounding them. Alex smirked and handed her the bottle after taking a sip.

”If you wanted to take your frustrations out, I can think of a better way than beating up on a defenseless heavy bag.”

”So you are going to let me kick your ass instead?”

She winked at him as Alex smirked from ear to ear.

”That's just sounds like foreplay to me.”

He walked over and wrapped his arms around her, not caring if she was dripping with sweat because that was not a bad thing. They shared a kiss before Krissy took a step back and had a seat on the bench near the wall. When that girl trained, she was a total beast. In fact, Alex has begun to dread the words 'Lets do crossfit' because whoever invented crossfit needs to be shot.

”You prepared for your match this week?”

”I won't be fully prepared until I have a hangover the day of the show. I'm sure Raab is preparing by watching some german dungeon porn and watching some guy get his balls nailed to a step stool.”

Krissy just rolled her eyes and laughed, she expected no other answer then the one he just gave her. Taking a towel and running it across her forehead to clear the sweat from her brow. She looked up at Alex and he had a smirk on his face, she quirked an eyebrow as she waited for him to speak.

”Guess what is coming up soon..”

Taking a moment to think, she put a finger tip to her lips and then looked at him and smiled that bright smile she always had for him.

”Our one year anniversary together?”

”Shit.. Has it been that long already?”

”.....”

”I mean, I'm looking forward to that as well! But I meant that I'm getting closer to being the longest reigning Roulette Champion in SCW history..”

Alex smiled in a way that said “Isn't that great??” and of course Krissy supported his career and was happy with any milestones and achievements he may reach but that didn't stop her from giving him 'The Look' right now and it was kind of like the terminator zeroing in on you. He moved side to side and her eyes followed him, Alex smiled and walked towards her. Krissy had her arms crossed as he wrapped his around her firm body.

”You know I love you right? I mean, I've never kept a woman around this long. That is true love right?”

”Baby, I love you.. But you are kind of digging yourself a hole.. You know this right?”

No she didn't say it with a glare but with that sweet smile on your face. Yes, you know you are fucked when your girl gives you the sweet smile. And before he could mouth the words “Oh god damn it..” She judo flipped him to the ground. He landed with a thud and looked up at her wincing because that floor sure as hell was not padded. Krissy smiled a little and pounced on top of him, Alex smirked as he looked up at her.

”Are you going to go for a triangle choke next.. I wouldn't mind, just saying.”

”You are a fucking pervert..”

”Wouldn't have me any other way would you?”

”If you are going to let little ol' me toss you around, what do you think Raab is going to do?”

She smirked and Alex looked up at her with a smirk of his own. Alex grabbed her wrists and flipped her over, pinning Krissy down and mounting her.. NOT THAT KIND OF MOUNT! You know, MMA style... He looked down at her and grinned ear to ear as she struggled a little bit but it was no use.

”Wrist control my dear.. Never give up wrist control. Oh When you toss me around it is foreplay, I let you get away with it because it leads to sex. Raab on the other hand? I'm just going to kick the shit out of him and that will lead to him being sent to the hospital. If I did that to you, I would be hauled off to jail.

”No you wouldn't, they would take you straight to the funeral home because I would shoot you first.

Again that sweet smile, of course they are only joking with each other. Alex smirked and let out a laugh, leaning down and locking lips with Krissy. Wow, coming up on one year. Who would of thought that with Alex Kaelin? But he wouldn't trade her in for the world, and she kept him around because she loved him. The girl brought a calming affect to his life, part of the reason why he might be on such a hot streak in SCW because he hadn't gone off the rails crazy yet.

”Now.. Hit the showers, then when we get home I can show you some ground and pound.”

He winked at her and Krissy just shook her head and couldn't help but smile. Surprisingly, she wouldn't change a single thing about Alex Kaelin. No one could figure out those two. They are complete opposites yet at the same time they couldn't get enough of her. They went from fuck buddies to dating to living together to rumors of those wedding bells ringing. You just never knew what Alex Kaelin had up his sleeve next.

 || Phone A Friend : Off Camera ||

"I'm booked against a woman with a tickle fetish and some guy that has a teddy bear fetish.. Fuck my life.."

Alex was on the phone, but who was he on the phone with? He leaned back in his chair and looked out the window, Stockholm Sweden.. Kind of a beautiful looking city but sure as hell wasn't as pretty as Vegas. Alex wore a pair of jeans and the black boots he always wore. His shirt read "Notorious since day 1" it was black and the lettering was grey in color but looked faded. He rolled his eyes a bit, an obvious reaction to whatever the person on the other end of the phone said.

"You know, even Michael Phelps wouldn't be able to win the gold medal with cement shoes. I'm gonna let that bitch do the heavy lifting and we will see if she can carry the load. What a joke right? Bitch has a huge ego, she actually thinks she is talented? She believes she has been an equal member in this team."

Oh yes, Alex and Jade. The two had gotten pretty far in the tournament but Alex had little patient for bullshit. He knew that if it wasn't for him they wouldn't have gotten this far and every time he had to deal with Jade he wanted to curb stomp her head right into the fucking concrete. Win or lose, he was still walking out of this tournament with the Roulette Championship. And after a successful title defense last week, he was feeling pretty damn good about that. He put the final stake into the chest of Sephiroth & took care of that other douche they had thrown into the match. Alex raised his voice, cutting off the person on the other end of the phone call.

"Don't give me that bullshit. Every team in this tournament seems to have at least found some common ground. I mean I was told she was bi, but they conveniently left out the 'polar' part of the statement. I feel like I want this way more then she does and she is trying to ride my coattails and then take credit for it every time we win. The least she could do is get down on her knees and thank me... I said thank me! Not blow me. Well, same thing but not exactly the kind of thanks I was meaning. This bitch has crossed me one to many times, fool me once.. Shame on me.. Fool me twice and shame on you. I guarantee you this won't happen a third time. How can you team with someone you can't rely on. Then you got Amanda Cortez that seems to have been hanging around Liz Smalls a little to much, have you heard her? It makes me want to drive a screwdriver into my eardrum. It's all, blah blah blah and blah tickle blah blah blah. Here is to hoping she gets hit by a car because she sure as hell would not be missed... Wait I take that statement back. Last time I wished someone got hit by a car, they actually did.."

A laugh escaped his lips, he opened the sliding glass door that lead to the patio and he lit up a smoke. Cussing to himself because his lighter wasn't working right but a satisfied smile spread across his lips as he let the flame tickle the end of the cigarette and a soft orange glow only grew brighter as he took a drag off his cigarette. These things are gonna fucking kill him someday but they are so damn good while he is living. He leaned against the railing and looked out over the city, he was dying to get back to Vegas for a bit but The Roulette champion had to do his duty on this global tour SCW has embarked on.

"Oh don't get me started on the teddy bear hugging cunt. You seen his fucking twitter? His profile picture is indeed a goddamn teddy bear. I bet if I curb stomped a teddy bear, the guy might just find a gun and blow his brains out. Harsh? No, I think not. I've wished worst on people.. Maybe setting a teddy bear on fire or something.. The finals are going to be close, once we take care of the Teddy Ruxpin & Tickle Me Elmo and I'm one step closer to getting that world championship match. And then Jade can get her little female title match and I'm going to sit back with a big bag of popcorn and watch that train wreck. Can you imagine if she wins a title? She won't even have the courtesy to thank me for that title shot, but as long as she has her title then Jade can be out of my hair.

It was obvious that Alex and his partner didn't get a long. He didn't care for him and Jade didn't care for him either. Both of them probably going to be glad when they didn't have to team up ever again. When they win this tournament, no doubt that people are going to look back at this tournament as an amazing performance by Alex Kaelin. But they did have to get by this week and with each passing week it was like a tea kettle getting ready to boil over. You just never knew if Alex Kaelin & Jade could get along and the fact they got this far was honestly probably a godsend anyway. Alex though, he carried the load because that title match did mean a lot to him.. But he was getting closer and closer to saying 'Fuck it' and just wanted to sit back and watch Jade get punked. Did you expect anything less from a man with the ego that Alex Kaelin had?

"Have you ever been to Sweden? It's awful, the people are awful, the weather is awful, the stench is awful. And I'm stuck in a match with someone I can't stand.. Like, if I kill someone in Sweden.. They don't hold that against you when you return to the states right? I think the stench might be Jades feet though or that cum stained teddy bear.. Come on, you know he humps a teddy bear. Probably had one custom made with a flesh light installed in it. And I am the one who is stuck in the ring with him! At least Jade could tickle Amanda into submission. Knowing my luck the freak I'm in the ring with will expect the same treatment and that is just not happening. All I need to do is just stomp his head into the canvas like he is a fucking cockroach. He seems like the kind of person that squeals when they are in pain. That'd kind of be awkward wouldn't it? Hitting him and he just starts squealing.. Fucking freaks."

He still had not mentioned any names and still no clue as to who was on the other end of the line. He flicked the cigarette over the patio and watched as it fell to the ground from his hotel room. Alex listened to the person on the other end of the line, it was hard to tell what exactly they had to say but they seemed to chime in their opinion on not only his opponents but his partner as well. Alex didn't have many friends in this world, it wasn't like people just called him up out of the blue just for a chat. So whoever called him, must of had a reason to speak with him. Hey, he was kind of a big deal so it wasn't a surprise that maybe people are trying to get in his ear.

"I don't know to be honest. I've got my own problems in Stockholm in case you didn't notice. If I manage to get through this tournament match without committing murder then we will see what happens. Maybe you will wake up with the headline "Alex Kaelin tosses Tag team partner off roof, wrestling isn't a work". Would you even want to be roped into this shit? You'd be leaving the states and god knows what is next. Probably some hell hole in Russia because that seems like such a pleasant idea. I traded in the neon lights of Vegas for a parka and wool socks because we are stuck in some god awful countries on this tour.. You damn right I have sour grapes about all this. It isn't what I signed up for!"

What? He loved his home in Vegas and here he was in bumfuck Sweden. He perked his ear up and turned around and saw the door handle begin to wiggle. The key card to their room sucked and it took a few tries to get the damn thing to work most of the time. Alex watched the door and then put the phone up to his ear again before speaking and cutting the other person off.

"I'll talk to you again sometime.."

He ended the call and put the phone back in his pocket. He was leaning against the railing of the patio and if he leaned back to far he would take a long fall to the ground. Krissy finally managed to get the key card to work and was cussing a little bit under her breath. When she looked up at Alex she smiled that big bright smile of hers. She walked towards Alex and leaned on the door of the patio before speaking.

"Hey baby, who called?"

Well it wasn't sound proof, of course she heard him on the other end. And he wasn't going to lie to her, because it isn't like Alex had anything to hide. He got a call from a friend back in the states, nothing wrong with getting a phone call and having a conversation right? Besides he was able to blow off a little steam and rant for a little bit.

"Just a friend from the states calling."

"Wait.. You have friends?"

Krissy said with a bit of a grin on her face, poking a little fun at him. Lets face it, Alex didn't have a laundry list of friends. Most of his twitter followers only follow him in hopes that a news bulletin pops up on their timeline that he died of an overdose or something.  

"They are few and far between, but I have a few in this world."

He gave Krissy a little wink before pushing off the railing and walking towards her. His arms wrapping around the blonde texan and pulling her in close. She hadn't done to bad for herself since signing with SCW, still a bit of a goody two shoes but he would forgive her for that.

"So, about this tag team match.. You think you could put your marine skills to good use and kill one of them for me?"

"Baby, I love you.. But that is a little disturbing.."

"Haha, it's worth a shot."

She shook her head, leaning upwards and kissing his lips. Well it looks like Krissy would go to great lengths for the man she loved, murder didn't seem to be on that list though. He laughed a little as he looked down at her, that tells you how bad Alex disliked someone when he asked his girlfriend if she would kill them.

"So what about you.. Big match this week eh?"

Krissy sort of shrugged with a smile, then again Krissy was never one to jump up and down about those sort of things. Such a modest soul. He knew she was excited in her own way and that she would go out and kick some ass. She may be sugary sweet and nice but Krissy could really kick some ass. Alex then quirked and eyebrow and a smirk spread along his lips.

"So this Amanda Cortez.. You know she has like a foot fetish?"

"Disgusting right?"

"Absolutely.. But I better be prepared just in case right?"

"Wait what?.. Don't you dare!! NO! YOU SON OF A BITCH!!"

Alex picked Krissy up and she squirmed like her life depended on it and while he didn't tickle her feet, he did tickle her sides which was extra sensitive for that girl. On the bed she squirmed and punched and clawed and slapped at his arms and after a few minutes of wrestling around and knocking lamps over.. He finally got her pinned down by the wrists. Her eyes full of fire as she glared at him because he knew what affect that touch of his had on her. Krissy was trying to catch her breath because of how much she had been giggling from being tickled by her prick of a boyfriend.

"Something the matter?"

"You... You..."

'Yes?"

"You are a son of a bitch..."

"My mother was a saint.. Me on the other hand? Not so much.."

You think it was easy holding her down? She had that sneaky marine strength. Krissy managed to get out of his grip and pulled him in for a deep kiss, slowly pulling back and her lips spread into a wicked little grin. Alex had his way of helping her relax before a match and with this dumbass global tour.. She didn't complain about all the time they had to spend in the hotel room together.

 || A few bumps in the road : Off Camera ||

"Well fuck.."

Yes, that was his exact reaction to finding out that Andrew Watts back might be completely fucked. It was one thing when a teammate got hurt but to have it happen when you are so close to reaching the peak of the company was like a bucket of ice cold water being dumped on his head. When Watts unleashed a stream of expletives that he was not even able to control, Alex knew it was bad. Alex may be a sneaky underhanded prick but he did know how to keep his mouth shut when it counted. Besides, it didn't do him any good to tell the world about Watts back problems. Lets face it.. Alex didn't exactly have a surplus of friends to rely upon. If they found out and for some reason didn't medically clear Watts? Who knows how long he might be out for and it if is as bad as Alex really thought it was.. Who knows if they would let him step back into the ring. Watts though, seemed to have it under control or at least had a plan for keeping his back pain under control. That was good enough for Alex, he wasn't going to worry constantly or call him up all the time to check in on him. But still those two had a plan to take over this company and right now that was in jeopardy and Alex was slightly pissed about that. He pressed the button on the elevator that would take him to his floor. It did not take long to get to his floor because he as already deep in though. When he stepped off the elevator, his black boots he wore didn't sound as loud because of the carpeted floor of the hallway leading to his room. Alex really was not sure if it was because of the recent news, the shitty weather in this country or the bad lighting in the hallway but everything seemed very dim at the moment.

"Hey you."

The hotel room door opened right on cue. Krissy Filapovich standing in the doorway with that smile that always seemed to spread from ear to ear when she looked at Alex. He had texted her and let Krissy know that he was on his way back. He'd told her to go ahead and go back to the hotel room, that he would catch up with her after he spoke with Watts. Alex gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked inside. She closed the door behind them, her eyebrows arching slightly.

"Everything okay babe?"

Alex shrugged the comment off, turning back towards Krissy who had taken a few steps towards him. Normally Alex was loud mouthed whenever he walked into a room and now she just got a kiss on the cheek and well he didn't really say anything. Was she concerned? Not exactly, just not exactly like Alex to just.. Well, not say much.

"Yeah? Why?"

"You are just aren't as loud as you normally are."

"Ha, don't get use to it."

When Watts said not to tell a soul, that even meant Krissy. Alex wasn't even going to confide the little fact about his injury in the one person who probably wouldn't say anything about it. No, it is not that he didn't trust Krissy. It was just something that he was playing close to the vest, if it wasn't something that was going to affect her then Krissy really did not need to know about it. After all, she had a big week herself. Signing with SCW and making her debut. Alex had joked with her that she signed so she could keep and eye on him, truth was the girl was likely going stir crazy since Alex was travelling more then he had now that SCW was going on a tour around the globe. Krissy was an amazing competitor in her own right, even if she did give her opponents a little to much credit at times.

"Do you really have to be so nice to your opponents?"
He said to Krissy with a slightly arched eyebrow of his own. Yes, the two had conflicting opinions of how to treat people. Especially people who they had to fight. Krissy, well unless you crossed her she would be pretty straight forward with you but wouldn't hold any grudges or talk unnecessary trash. Alex? He would talk trash to a baby that was born yesterday if it looked at him the wrong way. It wasn't the first time they had these conversations. Lets face facts, Alex didn't show respect to hardly anyone. Krissy showed respect to people when they had earned it. Yet even when that was the case.. Alex still disapproved, he was just the kind of guy who got a sick feeling in his stomach when he saw people showing respect to one another. Krissy placed her hands on her hips and looked at him, well if he wanted to change subjects at least he had achieved that goal.

"I'm just saying, it is a little unnecessary."

"Alex, I'm not ever going to ask you to raise your opponents hand after you beat them. But if I decide to do so, then that is my choice."

"Next time I'll just tell you that whatever girl your facing checked out my package, then we will see how nice you are to them.

Her eyes narrowed in a playful way, she was a bit possessive of him and it wasn't something she would deny. Was she worried he was going to run off on her? No, but she still didn't like it when the other women gave him looks as they are out and about in public. While she was a nice person who was very caring and understanding.. Krissy did have a jealous streak in her. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt with the american flag design spreading from the shoulder down across the chest.

"Oh you think you are just so cute don't you?"

"Me? I'm fucking adorable."

Krissy lunged at him like a tiger and tackled him to the bed, she was very stout for a girl her size but Alex quickly rolled the young blonde over and had her pinned down by the wrists. Alex let her struggle but he looked at her with a "Really.. You think your going to get out of this." She let out a sigh and puffed some air from her mouth to get the blonde locks out of her face. She looked up at Alex who still had her pinned down.

"What are you going to do now huh?"

Her voice was playfully defiant and he gripped her wrists tighter as she tried to lean up towards him. These two are polar opposites but Krissy had been drawn to Alex since the first time she met him and as time went on, the beautiful blonde had begun to grow on him a little bit. Alex didn't say a word but the grin on his face was all she needed to see before she started struggling and trying to get away. He flipped her body over in one quick motion and like a cat she tried to claw away from his lap.

"Don't you dare!"

"Winning your first match.. That deserves spankings right? Kind of like celebrating your birthday?"

"NO! Those two have nothing in common!"

As she tried to squirm away, she felt the palm of his hand swat at her ass hard and she actually jumped and let out a shocked scream. Krissy struggled, clawed at his legs and did everything she could to get away but then another firm swat from his hand connected with her beautiful ass and once again she let out a shocked scream.

"Nothing in common? Alright.. Then this is your punishment for being way to respectful to your opponents."

"I am going to kick your ass!"

Krissy growled and Alex took a few more good swats at her ass before Krissy managed to squirm away. She rubbed her tender bottom, it was sore because Alex did not hold back when he was spanking her. He grinned ear to ear as he leaned back and laid on the bed. His normal cocky and confident self starting to shine through.

"Don't you have a tournament to worry about?"

"That blast from the past thing? Talk about a fucking joke."

"You and your partner seem to be doing pretty well so far."

"You mean I have been doing pretty good so far? Carrying this team on my fucking back. Honestly, and don't take this the wrong way honey. But if I was single, I'd tell Jade she owes me a fucking blowjob for getting her a title shot handed to her courtesy of me.

Her eyes narrowed, she understood what he was saying but she didn't exactly like hearing the words come out of his mouth. Krissy shook her head and well tried being the level headed one. Not that it was going to get very far with Alex. She was really just trying to calm him down, but Alex was pretty upset with his partners performance.

"Listen Kriss, If you are going to try and spin this into some silver lining bullshit.. You can't. I got royally fucked when the names for this tournament were drawn. They might as well have said that my partner was casper the friendly fucking ghost. When I win this tag team tournament single handedly, I think they need to give me not only the title shot I've earned but hers as well.

When Alex got frustrated, he began dropping the F Bomb a lot more then normal. Did he have any real beef with Jade? No. But if anyone tried to say this was more then just a one man show, they had completely lost their fucking minds. And then on top of that, Jade giving him some fucking lip after that match? Only thing she is good for right now is standing on the ring apron with her tits hanging out.

"Well you just try your best hun, not much else you can do."

"Curb stomp my fucking partner is what I could do."

Alex stood up and walked over to check his phone. He checked a couple of texts messages and then ran his hand over the back of his neck. It was one of those moments when he wish he had a match right now so he could put his fist right through someone's face. How dare she? Get all up in his face like that, coming around and causing trouble. Alex only hoped for the best against Travis Andrews & Melody Grace. He knew the weight was on his shoulders this week, he would have to be the workhorse and carry the load.

"I know your frustrated, but she is doing everything she can to win in the tournament as well."

"Unless she is blowing someone in the offices that I don't know about, she is not going everything she can."

Yes, he had an ego bigger then the state of Texas. But damn you couldn't deny how talented he was. Regardless of what anyone thought of his ego, they would of killed to have him as their partner in this tournament. Some people get the luck of the draw and some don't. Talk about overcoming the odds right? Krissy walked over to Alex and wrapped her arms around him, smiling as she looked up at him.

"If I was your partner, you wouldn't have any worries.."

"While you are correct, sadly you are not my partner. Besides, I've never been good at this whole tag team shit anyways."

Poor Krissy, trying to cheer him up but that just wasn't happening. Maybe after a few rounds of rough sex, Alex would begin to cheer up a little bit. Or at least forget about the blast from the past tournament. Alex looked over her shoulder at his beloved roulette championship and smiled. Because win or lose.. That title was still his until someone pried it from his cold dead hands. Krissy then looked behind her and looked at the title and stepped to the side.

"You know I wish you looked at me the way you looked at that championship."

She smirked, being a bit sarcastic. She knew the SCW roulette championship was very precious to him. He had worked hard for it and when this tournament was over, either he was going to defend it or turn it in once he won the SCW Championship.

"No, I was just thinking that I have to wax and polish it. Jade touched it, I don't want my championship to feel violated and tainted."

"You are such a prick."

Krissy laughed and pushed him onto the bed, the blonde Texan enjoyed.. Taking his mind off things. And right now, Alex needed that. You had Watts fucking up his back, Two Rejects that went MIA and he had a partner that he honestly didn't know how to feel about. And more then likely people salivating at the chance to take his Roulette Championship away from him.

|| End Scene ||

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|| Heavy is the head that wears the crown : On Camera ||


Alex Kaelin was the guy who seemed to be standing alone in this tournament. Yes he had a partner but he sure as hell didn't feel like he did. That wasn't his ego talking, that was just stating facts. Some people didn't seem to realize how big of an opportunity this tournament was. Was it a goofy fucking name? Yes. Was a picture of old ladies and old men plastered all over promotional materials? Yes. But at the end of the road was a pot of gold. That gold? The SCW world heavyweight championship. Alex was licking his lips to get his hands on it, yes he was the roulette champion and he doesnt give a shit if you consider him greedy or not. From day one he said the man who holds the gold, holds the power. And if absolute power corrupts then prepare for the reign of terror that will follow when Alex Kaelin has the biggest gold belt of them all draped over his shoulder. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt that said "Sinners are Winners". He was standing with his back against the wall outside of the hotel he was staying at, filming a promo for SCW's upcoming Climax Control. This week would determine who faced off in the finals. When Alex & Jade moved on in the tournament, they would be facing a tough team. Alex had no doubt that it would be Watts & Misty. Others may disagree, but he trusted his brotha in adding JT Midas to his highlight list.

"I've got my eyes on the prize just like I always do. Last week should come as no shock to anyone when I defeated Lucian Frost to advance in the blast from the past tournament. Now this week, I'm going to be stepping into the ring with Mr. TNA Travis Nathaniel Andrews. Mr. Total Nonstop Attitude! Jeez, maybe I should be shaking in my boots. You know, I get it.. People call me an overbearing loudmouth as well. The difference between me and you? I have real talent, I equal ratings. I got thrown into a tournament when I first signed with this company as well, guess what? I walked out with this fine piece of gold that is draped over my shoulder. See I'm kind of a big deal.. When you step into the ring with me, that spotlight shines just a little bit brighter then it normally would. When you look across from the ring with me, your ego is going to be swelling. The adrenaline is going to be flowing and in your feeble little mind you are going to believe that you are going to win. Then that bell rings and guess what? The talk is over and you actually have to stand toe to toe with 'The Notorious' Alex Kaelin. See I've left my mark everywhere I've been. I already have made my mark in SCW by winning the roulette championship. Seven years strong.. You though? What have you done? How long have you really been around? Hell, better question is how much longer are you going to stick around once I stomp your fucking head into the canvas! People are going to ask.. Hey what happened to that Travis Andrews guy? Oh that's right, Notorious ran him out of town.

He was going to run his mouth because he had earned that right. Travis Andrews? The fuck has he done? The guy didn't even deserved to be mentioned in the same breath as Alex Kaelin let alone step into the same ring as him. Melody? She had some talent, the girl had put a lot of effort into the tournament and that is why Alex wanted to keep her out of the ring. Believe it or not, this wasn't about trying to steal the spotlight this was about capturing the victory. If keeping Jade on the apron and looking pretty got them the win then that is exactly what Alex Kaelin is going to do. Win at any costs, it wasn't anything personal.. Jade would just have to learn her role and step up her game.

What I am doing in this tournament is nothing short of amazing. I've been finding a way to do it. Carrying the load, carrying this team on my back from day one the teams got announced. Some people in this tournament have had the luxury of having partners they can depend on. Partners that pull their weight. I've been a one man show, and I will win this tournament single handedly if I must. Jade, you can do your job and stand on the ring apron and look pretty. Melody, don't worry about breaking a sweat because I'm not even sure if I plan on taking Jade in. I'm going to make short work of Travis Andrews, and send that fucking schmuck down to ASW. Melody, I don't have a lot to say about you. And why should I? Not like they are going to let me stomp your fucking head into the ground.

He truly believed he was doing this all by himself. Maybe he was right or maybe it was his ego. If Jade felt differently then she would just have to prove him wrong. Because if curb stomping Melody when the ref wasn't looking is what it took to win then he would cave Melody's head in with the heel of his boot. Like stomping out a cockroach. But, he would rather curb stomp Travis Andrews. Maybe knock out a few of his teeth, hell knocking out a few of Melody's teeth would be pretty damn funny as well. Alex was vicious and felt as though he had been backed into a corner. We've all heard the old saying about what happens when you back a animal into a corner.. They come out fighting. Alex was at that point, he didn't know if his partner felt the same way but right now he felt like a man on his own.


I'm going to win The Blast From The Past Tournament and then I'm taking that world championship from Gabriel. Unlike others, I am looking at the big picture. Putting all of my blood & sweat into this tournament. I do not care if I have to pull a ball and chain behind me every step of the way, I will fight and claw until that world championship is mine. This tournament is my golden ticket. I'll have done more in this company in such a short amount of time then what some people have ever done their entire SCW careers. I'm going to be the franchise of this company weather you like it or not. Everyone has been looking for me to fail, expecting me to fail and I'll be goddamn if I let that happen. This isn't just about me, this is about The Rejects taking our place at the top of the food chain.

He was pissed off for greatness. Anything that stood in the way of stopping him only motivated him to keep pushing forward. Beating Alex Kaelin was no easy accomplishment. And his run with tag team matches recently and over the years didn't exactly show a good track record. He was never much of a team player. Then again, maybe if he wasn't thrown in with random partners he would work better with them.


If anyone thinks that Travis Andrews & Melody Grace are going to stop me from achieving my goals then you are betting on the wrong horse. If you haven't learned by now, you always bet on Alex Kaelin. Remember the last tournament I was in? Everyone thought the albino power ranger was going to beat me? How much money did some of you lose on that bet? This tournament will be no different. In fact, winning the blast from the past tournament is going to cement me as THE top guy in this company. That I am the one you all have to hang with and lets face it.. None of you are going to be able to swim in deep waters with me. Every single person who has stepped into the ring with me as thought... Oh, I can beat him.. The only people who have had my back are my girl and the rejects. The rest of you are just lying to yourselves if you think that this is all just dumb luck.

Alex patted his SCW Roulette Championship, it was kind of his pride and joy. But he would be willing to part ways with it if it meant getting the World Championship. You know, like that girl you are banging until you get a chance to be with the one you really want. So maybe the Roulette Championship wasn't his real pride and joy, maybe it was more like a love affair. In his mind, it wasn't about if he got the world championship but a matter of when. How many people could say they won the roulette championship and the world championship in just a few short months with the company? It would definitely be something that is the talk of the wrestling world, SCW going global and Alex Kaelin rising to the top? No that isn't a coincidence.  

So then what happens after this week is over. Can Alex Kaelin overcome the odds.. Again.. And win this tournament. Marching into the finals with a big breasted ball and chain by his side. Both teams that are left are very talented and it will not be easy. They might even view it as picking the bones of what is left. I will tell you this, I'm going down swinging. And I will be throwing hay makers! Doesn't matter if it is JT Midas or my good friend Andrew Watts.. I'm going to stand tall when the final bell rings. You are looking at your next SCW World Champion.

Odds stacked against him, he never waivered in his confidence. Come hell or high water he was going to get that championship. Hook or by crook. He didn't care if he had to run over Gabriel with a damn car before he entered the arena. Was it bordering on obsession? Possibly, Alex had a very addictive personality. When he saw something he wanted, he would not stop until he obtained it. That was clear when he was in the tournament to become the roulette champion. This team of Alex Kaelin & Jade had been thrown together, just like everyone else in this tournament. Some got the luck of the draw others didn't turn out so lucky. But luck is for losers right? Make your own luck.

 || A Stones Throw Across The Pond : Off Camera ||

"Sir.. Would you like something to drink?"

The stewardess may have said it two or three times before Alex slowly turned his head. When he agreed to sign with Sin City Wrestling, he assumed that he would be staying in the general area. Flying to a bordering state? No problem, flying to the fucking UK? Who's bright idea was that. After shaking the thought off for a moment, Alex looked up at the young woman who had one to many Twinkies. She had some budunka dunk in her trunk.. He holds up a hand as if to say "No thanks' and the expression on his face is one of "Get the hell away from me." The woman tries her best to put on a smile and try to be polite but he noticed her knuckles turn white as she gripped the handle of the cart. He leaned back in his chair and just looked straight forward. The closer he got to the event, the less he wanted to talk and the more he just wanted to get into the ring with Sephirtoh Du Lac and beat the hell out of each other. Alex didn't fear Sephiroth one bit, then again that may be some of his sociopathic tendencies to blame. Maybe he should be scared, maybe even petrified. Instead, he just wanted to get in that ring and hit that albino mother fucker in the jaw as hard as he could. Alex didn't even care if he no sold it, do the whole turn his head thing then snap his neck back so that he was looking Alex in the eyes. Eventually the so called monster would fall and when he did.. Alex would be ready to stomp his fucking head in. When he looked around at the people on the plane with him, you had a melting pot. People from all over the world, right now have one destination. Jolly ol' England.

"So what brings you to our side of the pond?"

Alex turned his head and saw that a little old British lady was sitting next to him. How did he know she was British? Her fucking accent that is how. She was wearing a pair of dark colored slacks and a blue blouse. The wrinkles on her face made her look old and ragged, and she wore a funny looking at that matched her blouse. Oh and her teeth.. What was it with the British and those funky looking teeth?

"Top secret business."

"Oh you can tell me, I can keep a secret."

He cocked an eyebrow as her laugh sounded like someone running a piece of copper through a cheese grater. Alex though, never passed on an opportunity to fuck with someone.  Even some harmless little old lady. So he cleared his throat, and ran a hand through his slicked back hair.

"Well mam, you may not believe me.. But I am a vampire hunter.."

"Oh you expect me to believe that tale?"

"Are you doubting me?"

The old ladies face looked as though it was frozen in a permanent scowl, even when she did try and smile it looked as though it took every ounce of life she had left in her to just to show those goofy looking teeth. Alex though, kept a straight face and nodded his head as he spoke.

"It's true, My name is Alex Kaelin.. I'm kind of a big deal.. And I am after a very special vampire.. You know, the pale variety.. Not the sparkly kind, nah he doesn't have a real sparkly demeanor. This vampire is going to get his head caved in by me very soon."

"I thought you had to stab a vampire through the heart?
"What have you been reading dracula or some shit?"

"Watch your tongue!"

This old bitch proceeded to reach out and grab Alex by the tip of his tongue. You couldn't make out what he was saying as she tugged on it, holding his tongue between her index finger and thumb. Thankfully she was wearing white gloves. She let go and Alex gave her a look like "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Eh.. Sorry.. As I was saying, these vampires you have to stomp them in the back of the head. Preferably they should have their head rested against a hard surface. I should know, I'm a professional."

He kept a straight face, even though this old bat was having a field day with this story. Listen, Alex has some fucking time to kill and if he feels like telling some old lady he is a vampire hunter then by god he is a goddamn vampire hunter.

"And what has this vampire done to deserve such harsh treatment?"

"He's a damn vampire? These things need to be wiped off the face of the earth, they are like mosquitoes except.. Well they are very big mosquitoes. Did you know vampires carry Ebola?

"Oh my word! That is just awful."

"That's right it is very awful. You don't want him suckin on someone's neck and spreading ebola do you? I'm not just a vampire hunter, I'm a damn hero for taking care of this albino blood sucker. And when I do, they are going to give me a.. A medal of honor, a medal so big they have to make it into a belt."

"A belt you say?"

"Yes, a belt. Because I will not just be a vampire hunter, I will be a vampire slayer. Gonna ship his shiny white ass back to Transylvania. How would you like it if, all of a sudden.. A mist rolls into your bedroom and then this big creepy pale dude with long white hair and his big white fangs leans down and tries to go all necrophilia on your wrinkled old ass?

Of course, Alex had the mouth of a sailor and she took that white glove off and slapped him across the face with it. He couldn't help it? Alex wasn't exactly the kind of person who hung around people who actually had manners. He was use to the rejects, hell you had a bitch who would throw stuff at people if they so much as looked at her wrong.

"That is just about enough of that, no ones clammy hands are going to put their hands on my muffin.

"Mam, I will make sure his clammy hands don't come close to your.. Uh, muffin.."

Alex gagged in his mouth a little, her 'muffin' likely molded years ago and was a fucking forest down in her basket. The thought would disturb him for the rest of the flight more then likely, and she flashed those awful teeth. Sadly she might like it if Sephy decided to roll his batmobile into her batcave.

"Well you are just a sweet little crumpet aren't you."

She pinched his cheek and Alex gritted his teeth and smiled the best he could. The old bag was getting a little to touchy feely for his liking. Last thing he needed was for the old hag to get a wild hair up her crumpet and decide to try and jump his bones.

"Uh.. Mam, My girlfriend is an ex marine.. She tends to get violent when other women lay hands on me. I would hate for her to hurt you."

His voice sounded so sincere, as though he was trying to save this old hag from the wrath of his beautiful blonde marine girlfriend. Shit.. Or was it the army.. Damn it, he always got the silent treatment for getting that confused. But, she wouldn't know so he wouldn't get in trouble right? Ha, and if he was right then that was a fucking score!

"Dear, if a marine laid a hand on me.. That would be an act for war.."

"Woah, cool your jets. She's actually really nice, slight jealousy issues but that is really a trait I admire about her."

"She sounds like a keeper.. Have you popped the big question?"

Oh goddamn it, what was with everyone thinking he popped the fucking question? Not that he wouldn't just.. Fuck off. Alex furrowed his brow as he looked at the old lady and he pointed his finger right at her when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and brushed the hand off his shoulder, expecting the stewardess with a twinky cream stain on her vest but instead a man was standing in a dark blue suit and sunglasses. His hair combed perfectly to the side.

"Sir, you need to calm down."

"Well bloody hell, who are you?"

Alex looked around and everyone was wide eyed. this wasn't a scene? Why are they all starring at them? He had not even raised his voice that loud, the hell.. Did this lady of some sort of private security? What made her so damn important. Alex put his ear buds in and cranked up some avenged sevenfold and try and get through the rest of this flight without dealing with any old hags or British people and those funny looking teeth. Some people would take this time to focus on the match they had coming up at Inception. Deep in thought, looking over every move and trying to figure out every counter to their opponents counter to the counter they used to counter the other move that they used two matches ago. No, he was thinking about fucking the hell out of his girlfriend when he got back home from jolly old England. Shit.. Was that old had checking out his boner? Bet not, that would be fucking creepy.. Uh, the british are just such creepy bastards. Along with a few naps, with visions of Krissy Filapovich dancing through his head.. He made it to England in one piece. Once the plane landed everyone was told to be seated except for a few guys in suits walking towards the front. They stopped next to Alex and looked down.

"Well.. I mean, I know I'm a big deal and all but.."

"Excuse me dear, but I need to scoot by."

Oh no.. No no no no.. Now the question was the ass or the crotch.. Damn it, the old bitch decided to stick her big old crumpet in his face as she passed by. When she turned around, she gave him a little wink as the four men surrounded her.

"Lady, just what makes you so important? Who do you think you are.. The Queen of.."

She lifted her hand, cutting him off before she could finish.

"The Queen Of England? Why yes.. yes I do.."

The look on his face was one of "Oh you have to be kidding me?" Was that? No.. Couldn't be.. As he watched the old lady make her way off the plane with a grand escort. Soon after everyone else was let off, when he got into the airport. Alex stepped to the side and pulled out his cell phone, he brought up his contacts and hit the one that said "KrissyPoo" and hit dial. After a few rings he heard a very chipper voice, she was happy to hear from him.

"Hey baby, how was the flight?"

"Good.. Umm, I think I might have almost started a war."

"Jesus christ, Alex you haven't even been in the country that long!"

"Well I think I might have told the Queen of England that you are going to kick her fucking ass.."

"YOU WHAT?!"

"Oh shit, hey baby I miss you too and I got to catch my ride to the hotel.. Love you Kriiiiiisy"

Alex spoke in a very chipper voice to try and calm the situation. As he was hanging up the phone he could hear her yelling at him. Alex would give her a call later and they would have a good laugh. He put his sunglasses on and walked towards a guy holding a sign that said "Reserved for Rejects!" at least when Watts said a car would be waiting for him.. He wasn't kidding. Now the stage was set for Inception, Alex Kaelin was going one on one with The Great White Hope. The Roulette title on the line, and that baby was coming home with Alex Kaelin.

 




|| Twas The Night Before Climax Control - Segment 1 of SCW's Big Ass Christmas Extravaganza ||

Tis the season to be jolly, when we take a moment to spend time with the ones we care about. When everyone is merry and buying gifts for the ones who truly matter most. Well what would the holidays be without a holiday special? A Charlie Brown Christmas.. Rudolph the red nosed reindeer.. And just like those, SCW's Big Ass Christmas Extravaganza.. Presented by Alex Kaelin.. Will no doubt become a holiday favorite for years to come. Yes, Alex Kaelin had a match with Drexel Matheson at Climax Control. And no doubt he would be addressed, why not try and bring some holiday joy to the fans of SCW? Nobody wants to hear doom and gloom all the time like that dribble that spews out of Matheson mouth when he isn't coughing and hacking. That match had high stakes to it, the winner would go on to the next round in the roulette championship tournament. Alex Kaelin had his eyes set on it and no one was going to stop him from taking it. Who was going to stop him.. Drexel? Bruce Evans? Not a chance in hell. Funny, when he first walked into SCW someone had mentioned to him how they would get their roulette championship back. Well if that person wanted it now, then they would have to go through Alex Kaelin. One thing everyone knew about Alex Kaelin is he wasn't afraid to make a mockery of things and that is exactly what his intentions were. So many people wanted to be the 'serious wreslter' well they would be pretty pissed when the Big Ass Christmas Extravaganza showed up on SCW television.

When the scene opens, we see Alex Kaelin sitting in a big comfy chair next to a warm cozy fire burning away in the fireplace. Stockings hung from it, each with a name of a reject "Watts" "Gavin" & Mikah" in glittering letters on the big red Christmas stockings.. Alex Kaelin is wearing a maroon smoking jacket and a pair of black slacks. He has a book in his hand, the cover reads "The night before Climax Control" After taking a moment to light up a cigarette he looks into the camera and speaks.

"Merry Christmas fuckers & welcome to SCW's Big Ass Christmas Extravaganza.. Hosted by yours truly.. The Notorious Alex Kaelin. Tonight it is my goal to be merry and spread cheer to our viewers. We want to put smiles on your faces. Ha who the fuck am I kidding, SCW didn't even sanction this. Hell I'm not even sure if I'll have a job by the time this special is over.

He opened the book that was in his lap and cleared his throat several times, then hacked and coughed.. Clearly poking fun at Drexel Matheson and all the coughing and shit he does before he speaks. Then Alex smiles and nods his head as if to say "Sorry about then" he holds the book up but a little bit so he can read it yet the viewers at home can still see his face.

"Tonight we are going to start the extravaganza off with a new take on classic Christmas tale. So sit back, have a cup of spiced eggnog and listen to this classic tale..

'Twas the night before Climax Control, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring.. Not even Liz Smalls twitter account.
Drexel's wrestling boots were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that Santa would soon be there.

Drexel was nestled all snug in his bed,
The man had just settled in for a long winter's nap.
After having a good stroke while visions of Misty danced in his head.

All of a sudden there arose such a clatter...
Drexel sprang from his bed to see what was the matter!
Down the stairs he stumbled and clashed,
Falling flat on his face as he tripped over his cat..

It was obvious that Alex Kaelin was using this classic Christmas tale to poke fun at his opponent this week. The man really had no class and if any parent was watching hopefully they are smart enough to send the children out of the room because if Alex Kaelin is in charge of a holiday special you know it isn't going to be rated pg-13. Again he cleared his throat, hacked and coughed before composing himself.. Much in the manner that Drexel would have.

When what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But the best damn wrestler in SCW standing in his living room! Alex Kaelin that's who!
So Drexel rose to his feet with his knees shaking together, when a little bit of piss ran down his leg,
Alex Kaelin then proceeded to kick his ass from pillar to post & all around his damn house.

With a black eye & bloody nose, Drexel held up his hands in surrender.
And much like the cops I ignored it and slapped him across the face and asked what was the matter?
Drexel then summoned all of the manhood he could muster & he screamed like a little bitch..
I'M CALLING THE COPS!!!

Hearing sirens in the distance with red & blue lights illuminating the night..
Alex Kaelin began thumbing through his cell phone for a get away ride..
So that he could disappear into the Christmas night..
As he flipped through his contacts he spoke to himself..

"Not Gavin! Not Mikah!
No, not Melody and Roxi!
or, Drake! or, Trishelle!
Or, Equinox and Hydro!
With no time to check his voicemail,
Alex Kaelin made away in a dash, with Andrew Watts pulling up in the getaway car and yelling
Run Muthfucka Run!

With Drexel left bloody and in a sobbing heap..
Alex & Watts laughed with glee.
As they drove recklessly into this silent night..
They yelled out the windows "MERRY CHRISTMAS!! AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT!!"

The lights dimmed on the set with Alex Kaelin only being illuminated by the glow of the fireplace and the cigarette that hung from the corner of his mouth. No doubt that classic tale would be spread through out families of all generations to come.



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|| A Rejects Christmas Carol | part 1 - Segment 2 of SCW's Big Ass Christmas Extravaganza ||

The scene fades in on a bed with curtains all around it, you can hear someone snoring as a bright light illuminates the room. It grows brighter and brighter until the whole room is white with it's glow. The curtains are thrown back and you see Alex Kaelin in Batman sleep pants and a shirt that says "REJECTS" on the front. Also, he is wearing a nightcap.. You know the hat Scrooge wears in a Christmas Carol?

"Who dare disturbs my slumber!"

"I'm the ghost of Christmas past.. Why do you have to be so rude?

When the glow of the light begins to dim it is revealed that The Ghost of Christmas past is played by none other then Mikah. Her blonde hair trailing down her back, wearing a white dress and a silver glittering tutu. She is clearly annoyed as she crosses her arms and begins tapping her foot.

"Ghost of Christmas past?"

"Yeah dork, your past. Now hurry up I don't have all day.

"Hey, stick to the script.."

"Pft.."

For a moment the bright light illuminates the room, and thanks to the magic of editing they are whisked away to a strip club in Vegas. Alex has a smile on his face as this place brings back lots of memories then all of a sudden his face turns to horror when he see's who is up on stage. Watts did a good job of finding a skanky stripper that looked like his ex-wife, but Alex let out a sigh of relief when he realized it wasn't really sunshine.. But he played along anyway.

"Is that.. Sunshine??"

Yeah, your ex-wife? The stripper who took you for all the money you had. Yep that's her, well some skank you paid to play her role but whatevs.

Alex narrowed his eyes as he glared at Mikah, he knew that he should of gotten someone else to play the role of Christmas past. Mikah just looked at him and shrugged her shoulders as if to say "What?" not that any of them are taking this too seriously either way.

"Seriously though Alex, this is your past? This isn't even a high class strip club this is just filthy and yuck."

"Listen you aren't hear to judge me alright? Now stick to the script or I'm getting grumpy cat to replace you!"

"Rude!"

She reaches up and slaps him upside the head then proceeds to cross her arms and taps her foot, we see someone walking up to the stage. Who is that you might ask? Well it's Nick Lachey, you know the former singer of 98 degrees. Alex shakes his head and mumbles to himself.

"I should of known better then to let Watts do all the casting.."

"Oh my god, is that suppose to be you?"

"Zip it.."

Mikah the ghost of Christmas past & Alex Kaelin walk towards the stage and we see Nick Lachey throwing dollars bills on the stage like he can't get rid of them fast enough. The viewers at home are then treated to a very raunchy strip tease by the stripper they had hired to play Sunshine. The brunette rode up and down the pole, humping and grinding and working that money maker. The camera pans back around to Mikah who is just shaking her head and clearly repulsed by this.

"Seriously Alex, I didn't sign up for this.. A stripper? Really? Watts said this was a Christmas special.."

"It is a Christmas special, we are relieving my past.. Haven't you seen a Christmas Carol?"

"Yes! But the one I saw never had a skanky stripper in it! She is humping the pole Alex.. Who does that??"

"Well, mine does so zip it."

Mikah snapped her fingers and thanks to the magic of editing they are now in what looks like a locker room. Alex looks around before turning back to Mikah, he tried sticking to the script but clearly Mikah was not.

"Spirit, why have you brought me here?"

"This is your past.. Shouldn't you know?"

Then the locker room door opens and in walks Andrew Watts, he waves to the studio audience and they clap and cheer as he enters the locker room. Kinda like an episode of friends when Joey would walk into the apartment. Andrew Watts walks by Mikah & Alex and sits down next to Nick Lachey who is playing the role of Alex Kaelin's past.

"Haha.. I remember this, first time I met Watts. That son of a bitch, couldn't ask for a better friend."

"Well it's clear you had pretty low standards at this point in your life so I can see why you couldn't find any better friends."

Andrew Watts hears what Mikah said and turned around and pointed his finger. Hey you can't blame the guy for taking offense to that? Watts thought he was a very good friend even if some people disagreed.

"Hey, what the hell did I ever do to you?"

Hey! You aren't suppose to be able to see us!"

Mikah picks up a rolls of athletic tape and throws it at Watts head. He glares at Mikah and they each point at each other as if to say "Cut it out!" Watts then takes a seat across from Nick Lachey and the two begin to chat.

"Hey brotha, you have been kind of on a roll since you signed with this company. Names Andrew Watts."

He reaches out and the two shake hands, Watts really doing the best job he can to keep from laughing because he managed to get Nick Lachey to play Alex Kaelin of the past. This would of been several years ago when Alex Kaelin first bust onto the scene.

"Haha, yea I know.. I am kind of a big deal.."

"Ha, guess you have always been full of yourself."

Alex glares at Mikah as Andrew Watts continued his conversation with the Alex Kaelin of yesterday.. Fucking Nick Lachey really? Couldn't have gotten someone like Tom Cruise? Alex just shook his head as he watched the scene unfold.

"Yea, you are kind of a big deal aren't you? If you stick around, I see you going far in this company."

"I know, I'm kind of a big deal."

Andrew scratches his head a little, well Nick Lachey has limited acting capabilities so he can't remember to many lines. Guess you get what you pay for when you go through a casting agency. Watts lets out a sigh before speaking again.

"You know I think the two of us are going to be best friends.."

The lights dim in the locker room. The only lights are the spotlight above Andrew Watts and the spotlight above Mikah & Alex. Somber music begins to play and you can hear the soft tones of a children's choir singing.

"He looks so sad... What the fuck?"

Watts turns around to look at them, he is making a very over exaggerated sad face. He wasn't taking this seriously and still trying not to laugh. In fact in this instance the studio audience was laughing. They are just having fun and making a mockery of a Christmas classic as well as SCW in the process. You never knew what to expect with this group. Since SCW didn't authorize this, no doubt they would do everything they could to distance themselves from this Big Ass Christmas Extravaganza.

"Of course he is sad, you left the company without letting anyone know. Just one day, poof you are gone. That's very rude Alex.. What kind of best friend does that?"

Andrew Watts stands up and walks out of the locker room, stopping at the door and giving the camera one last sad expression before flipping the light switch. With that the scene goes dark and The ghost of Christmas Past skips out of the room because she has shopping she needs to get done.


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|| A Rejects Christmas Carol | part 2 - Segment 3 of SCW's Big Ass Christmas Extravaganza ||

With visions of the past out of the way, our hero Alex Kaelins again lays sleeping in his bed. Clad in his batman sleep pants and rejects t-shirt we see a hand reach out and yank the nightcap from his head.

"Bro, what the fuck is this?"

"Who the fuck are you?"

The camera zooms out and we see Andrew Watts standing in a bathrobe, because you know.. That's what the ghost of Christmas present wore in the movies right? A robe? Watts looked at the funny hat and tossed it to the side.

"Dick, I'm the ghost of Christmas present. Now come on, we got some shit to see."

Again the bright light filled the room until all you saw was a white light filling the screen and then as it dimmed we see Alex Kaelin & Andrew Watts standing in the middle of a wrestling ring. They look across the ring and standing in the corner is some scruffy homeless dude. Long hair, torn jeans and he has an eye patch.

"See that scruffy looking fucker? That is Drexel Matheson, yea I kicked his ass a few weeks back."

Okay so it wasn't exactly Drexel Matheson in the ring. It was some homeless dude they picked up off the street to play the part, which wasn't to hard because.. Well have you seen Drexel Matheson? Dude looks like he hasn't washed his hair since 1994. Suddenly the bell rings and Watts charges across the ring at Homeless Drexel Matheson and hits him with the highlight.. Planting him into the canvas. Suddenly a ref slides into the ring and counts the 1..2...3...!!!

"See bro, just like that."

As Watts stands up and brushes himself off, Alex and Watts watch as the homeless guy portraying Matheson begins bouncing his head off the canvas repeatedly saying "STUPID STUPID STUPID!!" Alex raises an eyebrow slightly as he looks at Watts who leans against the ropes, Watts lets out a laugh as he looks over at the homeless dude.

"Haha, Matheson took that loss pretty hard. Kinda freaked out after he lost to yours truly.."

"Banging his head like that after getting hit with the highlight.. That's not very bright, kind of like kicking a table after losing to the ankle lock isn't it..?"

They both shares a laugh and then the homeless man glared at Alex. Again, Alex raised his eyebrow wondering what the hell was going on. This homeless guy looked like he wanted to kill Alex.

"Well this is the present and you do have a match against Drexel so.."

"Are you fucking kidding me??"

Suddenly the homeless dude charged at Alex , Watts stood in the corner and laughed as well as cheering Alex on. Right now Alex Kaelin was in the middle of the ring, wrestling a homeless dude while wearing batman sleep bottoms and a rejects t-shirt. It wasn't a back and forth fight, the homeless dude didn't know a wristlock from a wrist watch.

"Come on bro, you got this!"

"The fucker bit me!!"

"Ah shit.. Hope he doesn't have rabies or some shit like that."

Alex & The homeless dude struggled until Alex kicked him right in the nuts. Watts had a look on his face like "What the fuck is that?" poor homeless guy fell to the canvas and Alex locked in his submission move the Devils Delight.

"Tap out!!!"

"Jesus dude, you kicked him in the nuts.. Don't you know the code of honor and that shit?"

The homeless dude was tapping out and screaming in pain. After holding on a bit longer, Alex finally let it go and the stand in for Drexel Matheson. Alex stood up and looked down upon the man he had just beat. Damn right this was the present and that was exactly what was going to happen at climax control. Alex Kaelin then turns to the camera and looks into it with his eyebrow raised slightly, that bit of a crazy look in his eye.

"Ding ding motherfucker! Someone ring the bell, this match is over! Drexel, listen up cunt. That is what's in store for you at Climax control, I am going to leave you screaming in the middle of the ring begging for me not to rip your damn arm out of it's socket. Also, dude you need a fucking cough drop. Always hacking and coughing, ever heard of Nyquil? Try it sometime. Listen, I'm going to be honest with you.. Drexel, you don't stand a chance against me. I don't care if you are.. What the fuck was his nickname?"

Alex turns to Watts who is seated on the top rope. Alex did not view Drexel as a threat, in fact he was mocking him a bit by not even bothering to remember his little nickname. Actually, Alex thought Drexel Matheson was very weak, not in ring wise but the dude seemed to be mentally fragile.

"The inhuman monstrum... Seriously dude, do some research or something."

Watts shook his head and Alex turned to face the camera, while it was a rather ridiculous scene. Alex was amazing in the ring and if anyone bothered not to take him seriously then they would be in deep shit.

"Alright Frankenstein. I know you have these grand hopes and dreams of becoming roulette champion. So do a few other people.. Well I hate to be the one to break the bad news to all of you but that just is not going to happen when you have to stand toe to toe with The Notorious Alex Kaelin. Drexel I am walking into the ring this week and I'm going to make an example out of you just like I did those other two goofs in the triple threat match. You claim to be barbaric, you claim to be cruel. It doesn't matter if it is a hardcore match or a straight up wrestling match, YOU would never stand a chance against me. First I'm going to drive your head straight into the canvas with a curb stomp and then I am going to make you tap out. That's right, I want to hold it over your head that I made you give up. That I am the better man then you, that I own a little piece of your very soul. When you wake up the day after climax control and you brush your long greasy hair back and you look at that scruffy face in the mirror.. You are going finally come to the realization that you just can't hack it with the elite talent in this industry."

One thing you could never accuse Alex of was being short on confidence. But to be honest he was overconfident at times. He believed he could step into the ring with anyone and walk out with a victory, you never heard any worry in his voice when he spoke. And compared to other people in SCW, Drexel Matheson was small potatoes. Sure, he was a good kid but he wasn't in the same league as Alex Kaelin.

"Unfortunately for you Drexel... You are dumb enough not to know any better. In your mind you believe you truly have a chance, motherfucker I've stepped into the ring with Olympic athletes and walked away with a victory. What the hell makes you think you are even going to give me so much as a challenge. Hell, you can all start calling me champ. You thought Watts was a challenge? Shit, I'm gonna finish the job he started and leave you flat lined. And once I am done with you, then I am going to go on and win this tournament and I will be your new Roulette Champion. I see no one in this tournament that is even going to hold a candle to me. You want to look at my past? Go right on a head, because when you step into that ring with me at Climax Control you are going to be dealing with the present and it isn't looking very good for you."

"Hell yeah.. You tell him bro.."

Alex looked back at Watts who gave him a thumbs up. Truth was, SCW might be a bit worried to have someone like Alex Kaelin as a champion in the company. He was a bit of a loose cannon and you never knew what to expect from him. Then again, that is what made him a perfect fit for the roulette title because Alex Kaelin was such a wildcard. SCW might be worried if any of The Rejects managed to capture gold in this company.

"Drexel you want to inflict pain on people, you want to make people suffer. That is all fine and dandy but you are a damn fool if you think you are going to run rough shot over me. See, I can get crazy as well. Hell, I don't think you can out crazy me. Because if you want to get crazy! THEN I CAN GET CRAZY! When I win the roulette championship then you can kiss your chances goodbye of ever holding onto that belt. You need to be ready to look in the mirror and accept that you just are not good enough. That you need to give up on these dreams you have of being champion. Because the man who holds the gold, holds the power and I am going to be a very powerful man in this company once that roulette championship is draped over my shoulder. This company has never seen a motherfucker like me, and they have never dealt with a power like the rejects. So regardless of what crazy match type they put us in, don't think the ball is going to be in your court if it is anything hardcore. Because you sure as hell don't scare me. You don't intimidate me, and I'm going to cave your fucking skull in."

Alex Kaelin may be putting on a funny show for everyone's entertainment with the Big Ass Christmas Extravaganza.. But you can be damn sure he isn't taking this match as lightly as it would seem and Drexel Matheson is going to wonder what the hell he got himself into when he stepps into the ring with Alex Kaelin. Sure, Alex can be funny and most the time he does that stuff to get under peoples skin. But he is no joke in the ring and Drexel is going to find that out the hard way.

"The Rejects are going to run this joint, and bringing the roulette championship to our group gives us a little more power. And one by one, we will claim those championship until one day the people in charge are going to gather for a meeting wonder what they are going to do because The Rejects have all the power! We don't take orders, we give them and if you make rules then we are going to break them. We are in charge and you can gather all of your so called hall of famers and we will use them as stepping stones as we take our rightful place at the top of this industry.. I'm Alex Kaelin.. And yeah.. I'm kind of a big deal.."

The lights cut out and the arena goes black. Alex Kaelin making his point clear, the roulette championship is coming home with him when this tournament is over and that the rejects don't have respect for anyone in this company.


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|| A Rejects Christmas Carol | part 3 - Segment 4 of SCW's Big Ass Christmas Extravaganza ||

The screen is black and then a red glow emanates from the entrance to the arena. Suddenly the sounds of "The Bad Guy" by Bronx Casket Company hit the speakers and what looks like the grim reaper walks out from behind the curtain. The hood hides the mans face but it's clear that the ghost of Christmas future is none other then Gavin Stephens. After all, two of the rejects have already appeared and his entrance music just hit. As he stands facing the ring, he reaches out with his hand and gestures for Alex Kaelin to follow him. As Gavin The Ghost Of Christmas future turns away, Alex slides out of the ring and begins to follow him.

"You are Spirit of Christmas Yet To Come? And you are going to show me the errors of my ways? Gotta admit dude.. you are kind of creeping me out by not saying anything. I'm not sure I can change bro, I'm kind of set in my ways you know?... Wouldn't it be better if I just went home to bed? You know, skips this part?"

The ghost of Christmas past didn't say anything, they walked through the hallways of the arena and of course getting weird looks because you had Alex Kaelin in batman sleep pants and a rejects t-shirt walking with the grim reaper.

"Silent treatment? Still pissed about the tag match.."

When Alex said that, Gavin kicked the door open that lead outside and sternly pointed towards the exit. Alex held up his hands as if to say "Woah, take it easy alright?" When he walked outside a black hearse was waiting. The ghost of Christmas past opened the door and pointed to the casket in side which was open.

"You want me to get in the casket? Nah I'm good, I'll just ride shotgun.."

Because of the robe on the hood, he couldn't see Gavin's face but he wasn't taking no for an answer apparently. So Alex climbs into the casket, wondering if this was all part of the script or if Gavin had finally fallen off the deep end. The casket closed and a few moments later you heard the hearse start up.

"Gavin? Hey what the fuck dude.. This wasn't in a Christmas Carol."

For a few moments the screen goes black and then slowly fades back in and we see the hearse pulling into a graveyard. Gavin parks the hearse next to a hole in the ground and then removes the casket and puts it on rollers so he could move it easier before dumping it into the hole. You heard the casket crash as it fell into the whole and Alex yelling.
"Hey Dick! The hell was that for!"

Because of the impact the casket lid popped open and Alex began to climb out. As he did he felt dirty hitting him in the head and Gavin had shovel and was beginning to shovel the dirt into the open grave. Stepping on the casket and jumping a little bit, he managed to climb out of the grave still clad in his batman sleep bottoms and his rejects t-shirt.

"The fuck was that for?!"

Gavin points towards the headstone and it says "Here lies the career of Alex Kaelin" that took him by surprise. He then looked at Gavin and then back at the headstone, ah.. He got the point they were trying to get across.

"Are you trying to tell me that.. If I don't win the roulette championship, if I lose this tournament then.. My career is over?"

Alex looks at the grave, holy shit is this how Scrooge felt when he was tossed in the grave? As he turned to look back at Gavin, he was given the thumbs up as far as yes that is the point they are trying to get across.

"I see the error of my ways!! I need to put more time into training, working on becoming a better wrestler! I promise to give one hundred percent every time I step into the ring! Even against douche bags like Drexel Matheson! From this day forth I will not let my friends down.. Which shouldn't be hard because I don't have to many but none the less! I am a changed man! Thank you Ghost of Christmas future for showing me.. Ah shit!"

It was obvious Alex wasn't being serious as he spoke and  that is probably why Gavin pushed Alex into the grave and you heard the "Thud" of his body hitting the ground. Gavin pulled the hood off and shook his head as he looked down into the grave. The camera looked over the edge and into the whole and Alex had landed on the casket.

"Okay.. I deserved that one.. Now help me up and out of this hole.. Gavin? Dude are you still around? Gavin!!"

You could hear the hearse start up and Gavin driving off in the hearse. Alex was left in the hole but he would be okay, he would find a way out. Once the hearse was over the hill and out of view, it panned down to Alex who was once again climbing out of the hole. He shook his head and brushed some of the dirt off of himself.

"With friends like these.. Who needs enemies.."

As Alex began walking along the path in the graveyard the song "Christmas Time Is Here" from a Charlie Brown Christmas began to play as the credits rolled on SCW's very first Big Ass Christmas Extravaganza.

|| CREDITS ||

-In Order Of Appreance -

Alex Kaelin as "The Notorious" Alex Kaelin

Mikah as The Ghost of Christmas Past

Skanky Stripper as Sunshine

Nick Lachey as Alex Kaelin from the past

Andrew Watts as "The Renegade" Andrew Watts & The Ghost Of Christmas Present

Scruffy Homeless dude as Drexel Matheson

Gavin Stephens as The Ghost Of Christmas Yet To Come

Dear SCW - Have a Merry Christmas & Happy Holiday CUNTS

- Yours truly, The Rejects

 || The Thoughts Of A Notorious Man : Off Camera ||

I'm not the most popular guy in the world. In fact, a lot of people don't like me. Truth is I have never lost sleep over it. I never set out to be the guy everyone liked, to be everyone's best friend. If people befriend me, most of the time is because it benefits me. When it no longer plays to my advantage to be associated with them.. I cut ties, most of the time by slitting their throat.. Not literally, but you get the idea. When people bring up my name, trustworthy is not exactly one of the first words that slips off the tip of their tongues.

The hour was late as those thoughts paced through his mind. Alex stood against the sliding glass door that lead out to the balcony above the lights of Las Vegas. Clad in only a pair of grey lounge pants, his eyes scanned the city he had called home his entire life. Krissy Filapovich, his girlfriend lay in bed stretched out with the sheets keeping her half naked body covered up. Alex had signed his contract with Sin City Wrestling and faxed it over to the offices. In the morning when they arrived they would see his contract waiting for them in the tray, you could say an old friend convinced him that it was a good idea. Was it really a good idea? Who fucking knows, for Alex it was just another chance to cause some chaos and disrupt whatever happy little world they had created for themselves. Some people collected titles, Alex was the one who enjoyed flipping everyone's world upside down.

I was told that Inside of us, we have two wolves. One is anger, greed, resentment, lies & ego. The other? It is joy, it is peace, love, humility, kindness and truth. So which wolf are we? The one you feed of course. And anyone who knows me.. Ha, they know exactly which one I've fed all of these years. I have stabbed my friends in the back without so much as batting an eyelash. Every morning when I wake up, the second my feet hit the floor I already know that someone wants me dead. Some people think they know me, believe they know exactly what my motivations are. But they don't. Even those closest to me will never know what thoughts are racing through my mind. I can promise you that it is not anything pleasant. The minute I decided that professional wrestling was going to be that path of which I would embark on. I knew I had to make a choice that would define the rest o my life. I could be the guy who helps others, the reliable friend that people could depend on. The kind of guy that brings a smile to your face when he hears you have signed with the company they work for.. But instead, I decided to be the other guy.

I decided that I would take no prisoners, take what I wanted no matter the cost.. And leave the ashes behind me as I walked away. I would be the most cutthroat fucker in the entire industry. I have turned my back on a fair share of my tag team partners. In fact, one time it was when the tag team titles had been put up for grabs. All I care about is what's best for me, if that falls in line with the people I happen to be affiliated with then that is just fucking peachy. If it doesn't? Then I'm pretty sure I'm going to have a few more people who want my head on a silver platter. SCW was another company that appealed to me. I felt that it could benefit me, get my foot in the door and back into the game. Wrestling was like the Mafia, just when you walked away.. They pulled you back in. It was a mistress that I would never be able to escape. One day this business would be the death of me, it would be the only fitting way to leave this world.

No doubt that more then a few faces would recognize Alex when he walked through the doors of Sin City Wrestling. In fact, he was pretty sure that some people wouldn't be very happy about it. And that was fine, he wasn't use to having the welcome wagon rolled out for him. Alex wasn't the social butterfly like some other people in the industry. That was also because he didn't give two shits what people thought of him or what they had to say. But a place like Sin City Wrestling would serve him well, a small company that had a bit of a following. No pressure right? The bedroom was dark except for the lights of the city illuminating the room. He turned back towards Krissy and watched her as she slept for a moment. How the hell did he wind up with her, she was nice and sweet and a very honest to god good human being.. Alex, he knew he was none of those things. He lit a cigarette as he stepped out onto the balcony, yes his time in SCW would be very interesting indeed. It wasn't about the money anymore, he had scammed enough of that out of promoters of the years. It wasn't about belts, what good was a piece of gold anyway. Sure, if he happen to win a belt.. Yippy skippy right? But having a piece of tin around his waist wasn't going to tell him anything that he didn't already know.. That Alex Kaelin, was the best alive.

In this industry, friendship comes secondary. Anyone who has ever had dealings with me knows this for a fact. You don't make it to the top by shaking hands and kissing babies. You do it by breaking necks underneath the sole of your boot. I've done it before and I'm prepared to do it again. By any means necessary, god help the souls who are put in my path. Many look at this as a "sport" the "Sport" of professional wrestling. That's a big fucking joke. This was never a sport, you put people in the squared circle and they tried to hurt each other. The winner was the man who was able to walk away after leaving his opponent in a pool of his own blood.

He stood outside, looking over the city for another half hour or so. It was a sleazy city but he loved it, between the interesting people and the seedy side of the city.. It was heaven on earth, filled with decadence and debauchery. Even though he was dating Krissy, he was still able to enjoy his city. It was going to be a long bloody road in SCW. And it was going to be paved with the blood and broken bones of his competitors. They said that the wrestlers code applied to everyone. That you didn't go into the ring with the intention of injuring your opponent.. Alex scoffed at that, he enjoyed hurting people. It was the kind of thing he took pride in.. One thing was for sure, SCW was in for one hell of a ride.


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|| A Storm On The Loose.. Sirens In My Head: On Camera ||

Some men in this world you just knew from the moment they signed the dotted line. Alex Kaelin was one of those people. The man was a bit of a wildcard, you never knew what to expect when he walked in the door. He was an asset to any company, when he was associated with a company they did great.. When he cut ties with them, they went under. You put three men like Alex Kaelin, Gavin Stephens & Andrew Watts on the same page and you have the recipe for an unstoppable force. Alex Kaelin was sitting outside a local club in Vegas, one of the places he visited often. The kind of place you walk in and they know you by name. The side of the building had seen better days, the fading green paint had begun to crack and you could tell it was a hole in the wall kind of place.

"Alright.. Lets cut the shit, You guy's know who I am.."

He didn't need to introduce himself, especially to Caleb Houston and JT Midas. They knew exactly who Alex Kaelin was. They knew what he was capable of, even though they tried to play themselves off like a group of rebel goofballs.. Even they realized they are in some deep shit. It was bad enough that they had to deal with Gavin Stephens who was a talented motherfucker in his own right. But Alex Kaelin? That combination would turn out to be deadly for 'The Players Club' once they stepped into the ring at climax.

"You boys are really a couple of pathetic sons of bitches aren't you? I mean, you guys are like children crying out for mommy and daddies attention. It's mind numbing to think that you two believe if you spew enough shit on twitter that someone is bound to give you a pat on the back. Your careers have been reduced to how many favorites and retweets you get. Fucking pathetic."

His voice wasn't angry, in fact it was more disgusted. Like when you watch the obese guy with the shorts that look like spandex walk up to the all you can eat buffet after he's already had five plates of food. Alex was wearing a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt the words "Sinners are Winners" across the front. The cut off sleeves showed off his tattoos, he pulled a cigarette from behind his ear and lit it up before he continued.

"What's even more pathetic is how unoriginal you are. Trying to do the whole.. Rebel badass thing, kinda like renegades eh? And JT what's this I hear about you using my tagline? I mean fuck, at least Gavin was a bit original and altered it a little bit. Fuck sakes man, didn't you know that stealing from one person is plagiarism & stealing from many is research? Shit, I bet you are really unhappy I showed up. Because you can't fucking replace the original my friend.. Yea, everyone knows I'm kind of a big deal and that you are kind of a fucking wannabe."

After taking as drag from his cigarette, he let the smoke roll out his nostrils. The Players Club reminded him of those football teams who pumped themselves up and would talk all week about how they would go out and kick ass. Only to be blown out by the better team once the final whistle blew. Alex Kaelin & Gavin Stephens, they are the better team. Have they ever teamed up? Nope. Did they both have insane Ego's? Yep. But that wasn't a bad combination when you had two people who wanted to win as badly as they did. Sure, Gavin and Krissy had a war of words but fuck it.. Alex thought he was an okay guy. And he would much rather have Gavin in his corner then Caleb Houston or JT Midas.

"Maybe you weren't shocked when Watts signed up expect to see me walk through the door did you? On top of that, you didn't expect all of us to be on the same page. That page? Our goal is to fuck up this little club you have going for starters. Because that's all it is, a few boys playing in the clubhouse thinking they are a bunch of badass motherfuckers. You're not. And while the people in charge seem to think you have some teamwork advantage, I think that is a bunch of bullshit. Gavin & Myself are going to expose you two as a couple of chumps who try to act like they belong in the big leagues."

It was highly unlikely that anything Gavin or Alex said would penetrate the thick skulls of Caleb Houston & JT Midas. They would just laugh it off like a couple of tools. They already knew they are in deep shit, at this point they are just trying to soften the blows to the inflated ego's they carried around. That was the big difference between Alex & Gavin and those other two jackoffs.. Alex Kaelin & Gavin Stephens could back up every word they said.

"See, I'm not obsessed with championships like everyone else around here. Are they nice? Shiny? Haha, yeah.. They are. But it's just so materialistic. I'm the kind of guy who likes taking something away from someone that they can't replace. You win a title, you lose a title.. Shit happens right? But you strip someone of what they hold dear, like the pride they have swelled up inside of them and that is something that burns inside them forever. That starts with JT & Caleb. Because if Gavin and damn near anyone else on the roster defeated them? They could shrug it off, but I know it is going to eat at them that they lost to Alex Fuckin' Kaelin."

Maybe some people on the roster wouldn't understand. But JT & Caleb, they knew he was speaking the truth. That even if they lost to Gavin, alright they can say whatever. But add Alex Kaelin to the mix? And that's the kind of thing that makes someone's jaw clench in anger.

"Sin City Wrestling is going to find out that I'm a bad man. And that everyone better keep their head on swivel and watch your back. Gavin wants to collect championships, I'm the kind of guy that would rather collect a body count. So it works out, he gets what he wants and I get what I want. Neither of us really getting in each others way. Kind of a nice understanding isn't it? And it all starts with The Players Club, everyone will see what a fucking joke they are once they step into the ring with the two of us."

While they may have lit a fire under Gavin.. Alex simply ignore the shit they spewed. Trying to attach themselves to people with bigger names then them. Figuring that maybe they could raise their stock by hearing their name in the same breath as someone like Alex Kaelin. But hey, anything to get your name out on the wire right? Alex took a few puffs off his cigarette and then crushed it out on the sidewalk.

"So now that Caleb Houston and JT Midas have been addressed and that garbage has been taken out to the curb.. That leaves the rest of the SCW roster. My message to the rest of SCW? You are pretty fucked now."

He was rather blunt about it, but the fact remained the same. SCW had no idea what they had coming. But after Climax they would understand what they were dealing with. And they would be put on notice. Some people may talk shit on twitter all day but guys like Alex Kaelin could back it up when they entered the ring. People always thought Alex was out of his mind for proclaiming how great he was, how big of a deal he was. But it never took long before you started seeing people say "Oh shit, he wasn't all talk." Then they begin to take him seriously, but by then it is already to late.

"I know, you are all thinking.. New guy on the block. Who is he thinking he is a big deal? Well, yeah.. I'm kind of a big deal. And you are all going to find that out this week. It's not just talk, it's not just hype. It's the truth. I've proven it time and time again. SCW is going to be no different."

The man believed every word he said. Never short on confidence or telling things exactly as he saw it. He has been here before, having to prove to everyone that he is as big of a deal as he makes himself out to be. Fuck with the best, Die like the rest.

"I'm not here to make friends, I'm not here to make this a fucking popularity contest like other companies. I'm not even a peoples person, I'll leave that to Watts. Anyone who steps in the ring with me is going to get hurt. That's all I care about, putting people on the shelf and ending careers. "

Some men in this world, they entered this business for the accomplishment. Everyone had a different definition as to what the 'top' of this business was. With so many companies and seemingly everyone of them having a 'world' championship.. It tarnished the idea of holding gold to Alex. Now he was out for blood, and it didn't matter who's it was. Innocent people would get hurt, no doubt about it. He was bound to piss a few people off, making enemies was something that came very easily to Alex Kaelin.

"So in case you are wondering.. Yeah.. I'm kind of a big deal.."

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|| Sinners & Saints : Off Camera ||

Alex Kaelin was making his return to the ring. That was a big deal right? Damn right it was. He was packing his bag, ring boots, his gear.. Good to go. Was he excited? Not really, just another day at the office. Alex had his bags packed and tossed them in the back of his black 75 Camaro. It had seen better days but he was a little sentimental about the car, he'd put a lot of miles on it over the years driving from town to town in this crazy business we call wrestling. He leaned against it, lighting a cigarette because it was his poison of choice. He heard the front door open and watched as Krissy walked outside. Wearing a pair of tight jeans and a black tank top that clung to her body.

"Are you going to stay out of trouble?"

She asked in a joking manner, not that she expected him to stay out of trouble. In fact, it was pretty much impossible for Alex to go anywhere without getting into trouble. Half the time he didn't even need to go looking for it, he had enough enemies that he would just have to make a few comments and the shit storm would begin.

"Me? I'm a saint."

A smirk spread along his lips as he spoke. He was the farthest thing from a saint and Krissy knew it. But then again whenever he responded with that answer, it always seemed to bring a smirk to her lips as well. She walked up to him, her arms wrapped around him and looking up into his eyes.

"We got everything under control. Go down to Laughlin, crack a few skulls and be home before you know it."

"Nothing is ever that simple with you.."

She knew him well, Alex always had something up his sleeve. She just didn't know what yet when it came to SCW. Everything he did was pretty well thought out. Even she knew that he would only tell her so much. And the people in SCW did not know him as well as she did, you always had to put everything he said under a microscope and wonder if he was saying something because he wanted to make people believe it or because it was the truth. Alex walked that fine line, and often by the time you figured out what he was up to.. It was to late and he already had the upper hand.

"Are you accusing me of being an underhanded scumbag?"

"I would never accuse you of being underhanded."

She said as she bit her bottom lip just a little bit. The idea of Alex getting along with anyone was a shock to her. He had never been a team player, and here he was thrown into a tag team match with Gavin Stephens.

"I just know you have never been one to play well with others.. And you are in a tag team match with Gavin Stephens.."

"That's true but Gavin and myself sort of have this understanding.. We really want to kick the shit out of Caleb & JT."

It's funny how something as simple as a dislike for two other human beings can make it easy to work together. It's business. At the end of the day, wrestling was a business and you had to look at it as such. Alex took his shades off and put them on Krissy. He grinned as he looked down at her.

"I know, you are upset that I'm not going to get hurt."

"Why would I bet upset?"

"Because if I'm hurt, then you get to play nurse and take care of me.."

She smacked him in the chest with her hand and laughed.

"You know I'll play nurse weather you are hurt or not baby."

The two certainly made for an odd coupling. Krissy was the kind of person who would help a person in need, truly kind and a very generous soul. Alex was a scumbag that would stab his own mother in the back if it benefited him. Yet somehow those two made it work. Since Krissy had yet to try and kill Alex, he considered her a keeper. She thought the world of Alex, if you asked her the man hung the moon. But deep down, she knew the kind of person he was. She didn't sugar coat things with herself. She knew that Alex was a bad guy, and that he wasn't some prince charming underneath.

"I still don't know what you ever saw in me."

She was unlike any other woman he had been with.. Because normally he was dating some Vegas stripper who wanted to drain his bank account and murder him at some point. Yet the young blonde took a liking to him and she made that obvious every opportunity she had to be around him.

"I saw a man who was full of confidence and convinced me that he was more then just hype."

That was Krissy, always finding the good in people. She found some good in Alex. Everyone was waiting for the day he turned on her. But others felt that if he hadn't done it by now, he never would. She wasn't worried, she had plenty of people tell her he was bad news. But she ignored them, and she felt as though everything turned out alright.

"Don't you fucking forget that either."

Alex smirked as he gave her a slap on the ass, the two walked back into the house and he walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. He twisted the cap and looked over at Krissy as he leaned back against the counter in the kitchen.

"You know, it slays me how fucking retarded those two are. They try so hard to be cool and relevant yet they fail so miserably. Still not exactly shocked that I was booked against them, just wasn't expecting a tag team match.. But what can you do right?"

"I doubt you are going to have any problems with them. Those two are all talk, I don't see them being able to back any of it up."

A laugh escaped his lips. Funny, how back in the day the three of them almost had a stable of their own. It would of happened except for Alex didn't associate himself with people who would of held him down and kept to himself as a singles wrestler. Now, well a lot has changed between now and then hasn't it?

"I'm fond of the idea of caving JT's head in with my boot. The thought of it puts a smile on my face.."

He walked up to Krissy and gave her a passionate goodbye kiss. She walked him outside and watched as he got in his car and started it up. Revving up the engine to piss off the neighbors before he peeled out of the driveway and drove away. So it was official.. Alex Kaelin was back in the mix of things. SCW should consider themselves lucky to have obtained such a talent. Looks like the showdown with the players club was going to happen sooner then he had imagined. But that's just fine with him.. Get it out of the way, then he can continue on to bigger and better things. As he was hopping on the highway, he heard his phone ring. He looked at the number and answered it. Alex spoke before the other person could.

"Yeah, I'm on my way.. Everything is going according to plan.."

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