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Climax Control Archives / “I Will Stain Your Throne!”
« Last post by Logan Hunter on June 09, 2025, 03:38:53 PM »
Logan scored the biggest win of his career to date at Into the void where he won the Roulette Championship from Aidan Reynolds! And come Climax Control he made it clear that he was far from done, daring anyone to step up as only Logan could.

But perhaps he spoke too soon? Because Climax Control 427 was King Guy’s King for a Day Episode and Logan’s first defence was set to be a “Pin the Jackass Gauntlet”, his opponents? Justin Smith, “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart and a mystery entrant! The biggest challenge for any new champion was always the first defence and this could prove to be a tough one for Logan, can he get the win?

Backstage at Climax Control 426, Prescott Valley, Arizona
Sunday the 8th of June 2025, 21:00pm

This has been absolutely perfect.

I won the Roulette Championship at Into the Void just as I said I would and now? The countdown begins to my very first challenger! Or challengers, I do not care how many for I will slay them all! They will not deny me my throne and I will cement my legacy using this title!

Such a shame that one woman tried to ruin it.

”MARISSA!!” I called after Brooke’s older twin sister as she walked away from me and Brooke, she had tried to ruin my moment tonight and I was not about to let it slide, the brunette woman glanced over at us but continued to ignore us, only stopping to adjust her ponytail which allowed me and Brooke to catch up. ”What the hell was that?!”

”Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t have any patience for a raging jackass on the eve of my twentieth birthday!” Marissa responded as she rolled her eyes before turning to face us completely, she eyed her younger sister especially. ”And thanks for sticking up for me Brooke! I’ll remember that the next time you want something from me!” Marissa added and Brooke’s frown deepened.

”Mari, we might be sisters but as his manager? Logan is my top priority in SCW!” Brooke responded as she folded her arms and Mari rolled her eyes. ”And I got him to back off when he was screaming at you!”

”Yeah, thanks for saving me from the champ who’s one bad breakup away from becoming an incel!” Marissa responded as she shook her head, at that point I got my phone out only for Marissa to snatch it out of my hand. ”Oh no you don’t!”

”What are you doing?!” I demanded as she started to back away with my phone in hand. ”Give that back!”

”And let you tweet whatever weird edgelord bullshit is on your mind after tonight?” Marissa asked mockingly before blowing a mocking kiss with her free hand, on one hand? She was the same height and weight as Brooke, short, petite, beautiful? Yes, both sisters are, but she’s not a trained fighter like Brooke. ”I don’t think so, oh golden lord!” Marissa added mockingly but before I could give chase? A text notification rang out from my phone and she looked. ”Oh look at that Logan! They sent you a new card text, that can only mean one thing.”

”Logan’s in action next week, possibly in a King for a Day Match.” Brooke realized as she tilted her head to the side, then? Marissa started laughing, for lack of a better term, her ass off. ”What’s so funny?”

”Your next match Logan! You know what? Take it!” Marissa tossed the phone at me and I caught it in my hands. ”I wanna see your reaction first hand, jackass!”

I gave Marissa a pointed look before looking at the text, right there, in the opening match of the evening. ”King for a Day, Pin the Jackass Gauntlet: me vs. Justin Smith, Biil Barnhart and a mystery opponent?!” I demanded but before I could turn to Marissa for answers? She was already on her way down the hallway. ”What the hell is that clown playing at?!”

”I don’t know but we’d better go catch up with Mari.” Brooke responded before the redhead (she had started dyeing her hair during training) started to follow her sister. ”At least two of the three opponents will be easy.”

”Quite.” I nodded in agreement before we went off after Marissa.

STK at the Cosmopolitan VIP Room, Las Vegas, Nevada
Monday the 9th of June 2025, 18:00pm

Only the best for my queen.

As Brooke mentioned last night on Climax Control today is her and Marissa’s twentieth birthdays and well, both women are trust fund kids and Brooke insisted that we all go out for a meal tonight in Las Vegas to celebrate.

“Ahh, good evening.” The maître d’ greeted us as we entered the restaurant, STK was a fine dining steak restaurant known for its club like atmosphere and Brooke had made special arrangements. “Do you three have a reservation.”

”Yes we do, under the name Brooke Shields.” Brooke told the maître d’ before quickly adding. ”And no, I’m not the aging actress!”

“Clearly.” The maître d’ chuckled before checking the reservation last. “Ahh, yes, everything has been arranged as you requested, what is the occasion if I may ask?”

”Me and Brooke are turning twenty.” Marissa quickly cut in as she stepped forward. ”We’re twin sisters but I’m the older of the two.”

“Ahh, I bet you two are like peas in a pod.” The maître d’ responded before grabbing three menus and leading us to a stairway. “Up here you will find the VIP Room.” He added and we all grinned before me and Brooke were allowed upstairs, Marissa however was stopped. “I’m sorry madame but the VIP Room was only booked for those two, you will be eating down here.”

”What?! But it’s my birthday as well!” Marissa protested before she turned her attention back to Brooke. ”Brooke, what the hell is this?!”

”Sorry sis but after that stunt you pulled last night? Your spending your birthday alone.” Brooke responded with a sardonic grin and the maître d’ was clearly uncomfortable as it set in. ”With the peasants off course.”

”Let her eat cake.” I chimed in from the top of the stairs and Marissa rolled her eyes ”Or fries, or whatever it is that peasants eat.”

Marissa quickly turned her attention to the maître d’, clearly at her wits end. ”Look, you’re just doing your job, I get that.” Marissa pleaded as she looked at the maître d’. ”But I have been through so much bullshit this year! My house was destroyed in the LA fires and I’ve been living with them for the past five months! Is there something you can do? Like another VIP booth I can hang out in?”

“I’m sorry madame but that is the only VIP Booth I’m afraid.” The maître d’ apologized to Marissa and she let out a deep breath. “I can get you seated at the chef’s table in the kitchen if that’ll do? I’ll tell the head chef that it’s your birthday today.”

”You know what? Fine.” Marissa sighed as she ran a hand through her dark brown hair. ”I wanted to get away from those idiots anyway.” Marissa added before she was led away.

As Marissa was taken over to the Chef’s Table by the Maître D’ another waiter took me and Brooke upstairs and into the VIP lounge, and it was everything we could’ve asked for. ”This is perfect!” I exclaimed as we sat down at the VIP Table, I, off course, had the Roulette Championship slung over my shoulder throughout the meal. ”I expect you to treat my queen with the proper respect.”

“Of course sir.” The waitress responded with barely contained sarcasm as she forced a smile. “Do you want a wine list?”

”Duh!” Brooke responded simply and as the waitress walked away I could’ve sworn I saw her shaking her head. ”We are away from Marissa and this is perfect, especially since we’re going to film the promo for the gauntlet match while we are up here.”

”Exactly!” I responded before we shared a quick kiss. ”A perfect end, to a perfect evening.”

Meanwhile downstairs Marissa was standing by the hot plate, momentarily glaring up at us while she overheard the maître d’s conversation with the chef. “Excuse me chef but this young woman has been forced to dine alone on her twentieth birthday, can she dine at the VIP table?” The maître d’ asked and the head chef looked up at me.

“Of course, bring her up.” The head chef instructed the maître d and he motioned for Marissa to come up to the plate. “What’s your name darling?”

”Marissa.” Marissa introduced herself as she started to relax. ”Most people just call me Mari for short though.”

“Well Mari, you don’t look a day over eighteen.” The head chef complimented Marissa and she grinned in response. “Show her to the Chef’s Table James.”

“Of course.” The maître d responded before taking Marissa over to the Chef’s Table, she sat down and made herself comfy and he handed her a menu. “The cooks will look after you, enjoy your evening.”

”Thanks.” Marissa thanked him before taking the menu.

“Alright guys listen up, it’s this little lady’s twentieth birthday today and she is celebrating it alone.” The Head Chef instructed the cooks on the line and they nodded as they got the idea. “Her name’s Mari and we are going to treat her like she’s any other VIP Guest, got it?”

“Yes chef.” The brigade called back and Marissa grinned to herself.

”Maybe being away from them won’t be so bad?” Marissa whispered to herself as she glanced up at the VIP Room where me and Brooke were dining. ”Brooke’s probably thinking of fifty new and exciting ways to make the wait staff’s night hell just because she is turning twenty, she’s always had more dollars than cents.”

Back in the VIP room myself and Brooke had already ordered our full three course meal and while the waitress took it to the VIP Room Brooke was milking her status as a VIP for all it was worth.

”You really complained about the alcohol being non-alcoholic.” I stated as I glanced over at Brooke who shook her head. ”I need you sober for the promo and besides, they can’t legally serve you alcohol.”

”I don’t care, it’s my birthday! That’s the only thing that should matter! I’m a VIP and I should be allowed to act like one, laws be damned” Brooke responded bitterly before she took a sip from her drink. ”I am going to make her night hell just because!”

”Perhaps, but let’s just try to enjoy the night.” I responded as I shook my head and Brooke grinned. ”I’ll make arrangements when we finish the promo.”

”Knew there was a reason why I loved you.” Brooke responded with a grin before she kissed me. ”I’m thinking the shortrib ravioli for my starter, cowgirl bone in ribeye for my main with the lobster tail and lobster butter, chimichurri sauce and the crispy sprouts, with The Cloud for my dessert.”

”Excellent choice.” I responded before looking at the menu myself. ”And I will have the tuna tartare for my starter, the Australian Wagyu Flat Iron and the lobster mac and cheese, for my dessert? The Flourless Chocolate Cake.”

Back at the kitchen it wasn’t long before the head chef got Brooke and Logan’s order and as he read it out Marissa shook her head. ”Of course they are splurging.” Marissa whispered to herself as she made her choices. ”They are probably planning to leave me with the bill too!”

“Are you ready to order?” Marissa looked up and saw one of the line cooks, a young woman not much older than her, standing in front of the chef’s table. “Don’t worry about them, just try to enjoy your day.”

”Thanks, and yeah, I am.” Marissa nodded in response as she looked over the menu. ”For my starter I’ll have the crab cakes, for my main I’ll have the Australin Wagyu Carrera Tomahawk and my dessert will be the warm chocolate chip cookie.”

“Great choices, that steak will be perfect for you.” The cook responded as she took the order down, then she noticed the look on Marissa’s face. “Something on your mind?”

”It’s Logan, my sister’s boyfriend, he’s been making my life hell over the last few months.”.” Marissa explained and the line cook nodded sympathetically. ”Wish there were a way I could get back at them for this shit.”

“Well, you didn’t hear this from me.” The line cook responded as she grinned broadly. “But if you ask nicely you can send a message over the PA to them.”

”Really?” Marissa asked and when the line cook nodded a grin appeared on Marissa’s face as an idea popped into her head. ”I know you guys are professional cooks, but do you appreciate a good roast?”

“Are you kidding? That’s like. 50% of chef culture!” The line cook laughed and the rest of the brigade cheered in response. “Just name a time and we’ll get it set up,.”

”Well, if I’m right.” Marissa responded as her grin grew wider. ”It’ll be right after they finish their meal!”

And thus the night went on and as we prepared our promo we had no idea what Marissa was planning.

The S&K Steakhouse VIP Room, Las Vegas, Nevada
Monday the 9th of June 2025, 20:30pm

*promo time*

As we started filming our promo in the VIP Room I was carrying the Roulette Title over my shoulder with a big grin on my face.

”At last, this title is in the hands of a champion worthy of its legacy!” I stated as I motioned to the title slung over my shoulder. ”But it is by the will of a false king that I defend the title for the first time this Sunday in a Pin the Jackass Gauntlet Match! My challengers? Justin Smith, “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart and a final mystery opponent.

The former two do not matter to me, they will be dispatched with ease.”
I stated as I glared at the camera. ”Yet it cannot be the false king Guy, that fool does not possess the intelligence to book himself in a title match so the question remains, who will be my final challenger in this match?”

Brooke scoffed as she chimed in.

”As I mentioned yesterday on Climax Control? Today is my birthday and so far? It has been excellent.” Brooke commented before she shook her head. ”Pity I have to ruin it by talking about people as pathetic as Justin Smith and Bill Barnhart! And as for that mystery opponent? We don’t care who it is, he will fall like the rest and Logan will retain! He reign is here to stay and I………” Brooke flipped some of her long dark red hair over her shoulder. ”Am here to slay!”

But before we could continue a new voice rang out over the speakers, one we knew all too well.

”Hi there folks! Marissa Shields here.” Marissa stated over the speaker and we looked around for the source. ”Today is me and my twin sister Brooke’s twentieth birthday but unfortunately, because she has more dollars than brains and sense, I have been left to dine alone while she wines and dines with a boyfriend with worse fashion sense, hair, manners, and decorum than anyone else on the Vegas strip! His name is Logan and remember to tip your wait staff! I’d say, “tip bigger than Logan” but, as Brooke will tell you, that wouldn’t be tipping in the negatives! Oh and by the way? I’ve left you guys with the bill! Happy birthday sis!”

The effect was immediate, laughter erupted from the wait staff, customers, and kitchen staff alike, us on the other hand?

”First she humiliates me at Climax Control and now this?!” I sneered as I started to fume. ”She will pay for this!”

”We’ll deal with her later, for now?” Brooke advised me as she turned my head towards her. ”Let’s get this promo done!”

”Very well! Justin Smith? You are not worthy of my time! you are challenging me for my title because the false king took pity on you!” I stated as I continued to fume and Brooke just stood there, arms folded before I continued to speak. ”Yes, you were my opponent in my debut match and yes, the false King Guy tries to make the match all about himself! My legacy will eclipse that fool as I move on to be one of the greats! You? Are nothing but stepping stone!”

At that point Brooke chimed in.

”Justin, if it weren’t for the grace of the false king I’d wonder how you even got in this match! Your win/loss record was pathetic when you faced Logan in his debut and it is just as pathetic now!” Brooke stated as she flipped some hair over her shoulder. ”You are no threat to Logan, never have been, never will be! You’d be the biggest loser on the SCW Roster if it weren’t for The Troll and somehow he’s in better shape than you!”

Next up, Bill.

”And now we move onto the senile old fool of the men’s division, “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart, another recipient of the grace of the false king!” I started as I folded my arms. ”Bill, we haven’t met but I know you all too well, you spread lies like a disease, you, and your equally pathetic wife! I suspected that we would fight eventually Bill but under the degree of the false king? That I didn’t anticipate, not that it’ll matter in the end.”

Brooke scoffs as she steps forward.

”Bill, Billy, William, Bulldog, waste of space and oxygen, whatever it is you like to be called? I don’t give a fuck!” Brooke stated as clenched a fist at the camera. ”All these years of being mediocre at best yet you continue to be gainfully employed by SCW, even getting occasional title shots like this one! We know that you a former Roulette Champ Bill and guess what? For as long as Logan reigns? You will never hold the Roulette Title again!”

And finally?

”What do you expect me to say about this mystery opponent? The false king isn’t foolish enough to book himself against me in a fight that he knows he can’t win, otherwise there would be no mystery so in other words? Guy is out.” I stated before I patted my Roulette Title. ”Is it Fenris? Alex Jones? The Troll? Felix Harnandez? Liam Davies? It doesn’t matter! They will all fall before me!”

Brooke then chimed in again.

”Let’s do some math, shall we? The False King will be too busy pretending he has any power beyond the four matches he booked, Fenris is too much of a coward to get back in the ring, Alex hasn’t been seen since Into the Void and The Troll? Felix? We’ve already got two losers in the match in Bill and Justin, we don’t need a third!” Brooke stated as she scoffed to herself. ”But in the end? None of this matters! Logan will go down as one of the greats and I will go down as one of the best managers in SCW History! This? is just a damn speedbump set by the false king!”

It's that simple.

”Pin the Jackass Gauntlet? Don’t make me laugh Guy, you’ve only added to my legacy!” I scoffed as I held the title aloft. ”Justin? Bill? These pathetic fools are who you throw in my path? This won’t take long! And Guy? If you truly are foolish enough to insert yourself into this match? Then I have one message for The False King, listen closely!”

And with that I decided to wrap things up.

”The king is dead!” I started before looking at my title with a mad grin. ”Long Live the King! Justin, Bill? I will stain your throne with the blood of those fools and whoever else you’ve selected as my third challenger, for it is written, for it is foretold! Woe to the Vanquished, for the dreams of pretenders to my title and their losses will not be mourned. Justin, Bill, Mystery Opponent? I COMMAND THEE KEEL! YOU WILL NOT DENY ME MY THRONE! And as they embrace oblivion? My reign as champion will live on!”

Brooke turned off the camera as the scene fades.
92
Orlando, Florida. Wednesday 4th June. (Off-Camera)

Since he left a wrestling company many years ago, Liam Davis went back to being a police officer as they needed an extra male police officer to take care of things due to his sister being pregnant that he had to take a step back from being a professional wrestler. Plus that he was far too controversial last time he was in the ring and the environment of the wrestling company he was in didn't suit him.

But at least it brought him back to work which he always had when it came to being a police officer in Orlando, Florida. One of the most infamous countries to have crimes in the world, because of a guy known as The Florida Man who was always getting up to doing something, sometimes that can cause a crime in a making. Just like today where the call came through to say that someone's shoplifting jewellery in a jewellers shop, but it wasn't just a regular man, he was wearing a plastic bag over his head.

Liam was one of the guys that was called in to do the job and it turns out that even during the time he was going to wrestle, he still had to do police duties as well, even if he was in Las Vegas or anywhere in the United States, he was still expected to do some police duties. The only time he won't is if he has to travel outside of the United States as he wasn't legalised to do police work there.

Liam was there on the scene who had gone through tough times in the past of dealing with deaths of children, elderlies and even animals in his time as well. He even had knives up his throat and even guns as well. He had been shot many times and gone to hospital, only to survive them all because of a police armour he wears each and everywhere he goes. Even inside of the wrestling ring, he was going to wear one.

Saying that, they were heading down to the jewellers shop where the shoplifting was taking place and they got there with the alarms sounding and Liam got straight out of the police car as required to chase down the man who had bags of jewellery in his hands, but Liam managed to get him as soon as he got to the car and had his knee down on him and placed a man in handcuffs as quickly as he could as the others got out the car and got him down.

Liam Davis: “You're under arrest for stealing jewellery.”

Jewellery stealer: “But I need the money to survive for my family.”

Liam Davis: “What a lot of rubbish. You won't be doing that now because you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. Do you understand?”

Jewellery stealer: “Yes sir.”

Liam Davis: “Time to take your ass to the van as one of my family of officers drives you to a local jell cell here with me sitting next to you in the van.”

Liam wasn't having any type of nonsense from the jewellery stealer as the other officers saw the smashed glass on the floor, along with a large stone being thrown into the shop. Also that the jewellery glasses were smashed and were robbed into a bag. Liam did take the bag away from the man and left the officers to give the jewellery back to the store owner who left crying. But the other male police officer who happens to be his older brother, Declan says this to Liam.

Declan Davis: “I take the guy back to the police station and you get some answers from the jewellery shop owner to know what happened and write every detail down. I'll handle this man.”

Liam Davis: “I'm curious what the guy was doing with trying to wear a transparent bag over his head.”

Declan Davis: “You will find out when you ask him questions. I take this guy in the van.”

Liam Davis: “I got you.”

Declan came in the van with the arrestee instead and the guy being arrested was kicking and screaming about his family being in danger with no money which Liam saw that his older brother Declan telling him you should've thought about that before he broke the law and then he went into the having the right to get an attorney or they'll pay for the guy to get one. As a couple of officers left the scene, the other officers did some photographs as evidence and also trying to get some fingerprints on the stone and the pieces of glasses on the floor.

Liam on the other hand got his notebook and pen ready as he approaches the jewellery owner who was very shaken up, female red hair as well as he rubs her back, even if she was afraid and she looks at Liam. But is in tears of fear, still shaking and Liam goes down to her level on crouching down and he asks a question before he gets into the details of the crime.

Liam Davis: “I'm officer Davis. Are you able to answer questions for me or do you need more time to yourself?”

Jewellery shop owner: “I'll be able to answer questions.”

Liam Davis: “Tell me what you were doing before this guy came into the shop?”

Jewellery shop owner: “I was taking care of a man, not the one who had a bag over his head, but the one that's on the ground there on buying a ring for his girlfriend he was proposing to. Then all of a sudden, the guy got knocked down because a rock got thrown to the shop window and dropped to the floor.”

Liam nodded as he wrote the notes down that he was given as he was doing everything he can to comfort the lady who was still shaken up from the incident, especially as a victim was bleeding everywhere from his head, to the point the officers and paramedics took the victim to the hospital, knowing he had these situations happen before, even a death has happened with gun shots. Liam knew he had to be patient with her.

Liam Davis: “It's OK, take all the time you need to answer. There's no rush.”

She was tearful and he had gotten reports about a weapon being discovered and that woke the lady up with the radio communication that was spread to all officers to respond to the report.

Jewellery shop owner: “Yes, he had a gun held to me and said to me, if you stop me, I will shoot you. He would've shot my head, if you guys didn't get here in time.”

Liam wrote the information down and communicated about the gun being at play which Declan was clear to confiscate the gun away from the criminal as he responded to the situation that the jewellery shop owner experienced.

Liam Davis: “Believe me, all of us Davis officers have experienced deaths happen after we came too late, but it's a good thing someone in your department called us before it happened.”

Jewellery shop owner: “I feel responsible for what happened today. I wish I could've done more to stop that man from being hit on the head by the rock.”

Liam Davis: “Don't be. You were doing your job and it was better to wait for us to get involved because you would've been dead if you tried as criminals like that can be dangerous, trust me. It was a good thing the alarm went off automatically when the criminal came in.”

Jewellery shop owner: “I might be afraid the rest of my life now because of this guy. I'm not sure if I want to run this business ever again. Just scared the hell out of me where he had the gun pointed to my head.”

It was very understandable that the owner felt that way of her running her business and when she said she didn't want to run the business ever again, it only reminded him of the last time he was in the wrestling business that people never wanted Liam to wrestle ever again because of his controversial opinions he had about people, but he knew he wasn't fitted in the wrestling company he was currently and the new wrestling company was more to his cup of tea.

Liam Davis: “Listen, there have been times even in this job I've said I never want to do this ever again, but the reason I stuck with it is because it was the only thing I was good at and that's what you need to consider. I get the triggers you'll get for the rest of your life, I still get triggers from dealing with such serious crimes, but I have to get on with the job.”

Jewellery shop owner: “Especially I can't go and stay at home just to only take care of my kid, it would drive me nuts if I was a stay at home mother.”

Liam Davis: “Think of your kid every time you do this kind of work because the last thing you need is to be out in the streets with some drug dealer having your and your kid's head for drugs and that.”

Jewellery shop owner: “Thank you.”

Liam Davis: “Did he have or do anything else before we arrived?”

Jewellery shop owner: “He did say that he wanted to steal jewellery because to provide his family money. I'm guessing he had no money with how much he screamed about it.”

That was clear as day as Liam wrote notes down of what the woman said about her store being robbed or almost by the guy and as he wrote notes down, she cried a bit more when she explains this situation.

Jewellery shop owner: “I don't have any money to get windows replaced.”

That really was the point of where Liam did feel sorry for the woman that she didn't have enough money to replace the windows, especially everywhere in the world, like US was expensive as Liam due to him starting out as a wrestler in a few days, writes a cheque of a thousand dollars that he gave to the lady. She stood in shock.

Jewellery shop owner: “Are you serious?”

Liam Davis: “I don't need the money like you do and I want you to get those windows replaced so you can continue doing a good job. We will make sure this guy gets the harshest punishment you can think of. Let us take care of it. Go home and take a day off after today because you need it.”

The jewellery shop owner nods at Liam as she walks out to leave the shop, while the other officers came down to the jewellery shop with large wooden blocks to place up against the shop that Liam helped the other officers with, but as they were doing that, they discussed something that was coming up with Liam. Three of the officers were Liam's closest officers he works with, Darren, Oliver and Emma who had always fancied Liam that were helping him put the barricades up against the shop.

Darren: “Is it true you're going into the wrestling business again?”

Liam Davis: “Yes, since I missed wrestling a lot and there wasn't wrestling companies out there that could deal with my controversial opinions. But this company I joined, Sin City Wrestling certainly can.”

Oliver: “You still going to do police work with us?”

Liam Davis: “Of course and I will also do police work outside of Florida this time as well. Never know when I'm going to be needed in other police work offices across US as well as here.”

It was clear Liam was ready to get into the wrestling ring again because he needed to let his anger out at times and while at times, he did have to rough some feathers to some people to stop the fights, it was only to help the community than to help himself which was the source he needed in himself to go wild in the wrestling ring without feeling guilty for it.

Liam Davis: “Now Molly's had her baby, I can get back to what I've been wanting to do for years, get back in the wrestling ring to wrestle and win a title this time.”

Emma: “When you're wrestling again, sexy?”

Emma had always been attracted to Liam and even tried so many times to ask him out and Liam rejected and even got a little freaked out when Liam was called sexy by her because he wasn't interested in romantic relationships due to lack of time for them. But he responded, despite his dislike for being called sexy.

Liam Davis: “On Sunday in Prescott Valley, Arizona, facing against this kid called LJ Kasey. Apparently, he's Miles Kasey's half brother and his last match, he lost a match against Alex Jones for the SCW Heavyweight championship that Alex held at the time. I know since that match, he's been dying to get in the wrestling ring. Problem is so am I.”

Darren: “We will be watching and this time, I hope the professional wrestling path goes well and glad you're deciding to stick to being a police officer this time and willing to do extended work outside of Florida area.”

Liam Davis: “That I aim to do. After this, we go back to the police station and I go to the gym to work out for a couple of hours before I get some answers from that robber. Then on Saturday, address this LJ Kasey punk.”

Oliver: “I can't wait for you to put people in their place.”

Liam Davis: “Especially one particular guy that needs to be put his fucking place and it's not LJ Kasey. I'm not unveiling my sources, but when I face this particular guy, you'll know who I'm on about because I'm sick to death of him. That's all I will say.”

They finished putting up the wooden block barriers all of the windows that were smashed with nails and hammer before they go their separate ways, although Emma was trying too hard the last few years to get Liam's attention of a romantic relationship, but Liam wasn't interested in any of that and he never had been. Didn't seem like it will change.

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Time to make an impact personal video diary by Liam Davis. (On-Camera)

“Who needs to know where I am and how the place looks in the background? Because you will never see me show where I am you stupid idiots. Anyway, let me introduce myself, not that any of you worthless idiots know it, but I can do just that. I'm Liam Davis, a police officer from Orlando, Florida and I've seen and done things that many of you would have never experienced in your entire lives. I'm also making a mark of being a professional wrestler in Sin City Wrestling as well, especially a wrestler who needs to be put in his fucking place with his disgusting treatment of wrestlers.

Of course, it's not you LJ Kasey I was referring to because unlike that particular guy, you know where your place is. I see that you have tremendous talent in the future and you're currently improving and building towards yourself to capture a championship. The fact you've been around SCW and not won a title yet in this company at least is crazy.

But the problem I have is what I've seen you say towards Logan Hunter as of late. Be it for me being new around SCW, but what has Logan done to you that you go out and be a coward on social media to trash him so much? If I was to call people out, it will be at the shows or in these video diaries straight to their face. You will never see me on social media because I'm too controversial for that and don't play the cowards game.

Another thing I don't do and I never will is be in a romantic relationship with anyone, especially not a wrestler. I don't understand why wrestlers can't go with their own lives without being in a romantic relationship. I hate that shit because it's nothing more than a distraction and a waste of time. Yes, I'm aromantic where I will never be in a romantic relationship.

Now granted, I have brothers and sisters of my own, but even I wouldn't ever get into the business because of them. Yes, they are all fellow police officers like me, but when it comes to me in the ring, I won't be following any rules, I will be breaking them and causing hell, despite showing some authoritative nature in myself, but that's because of my background. Doesn't mean I'll be kissing babies and fans like you though.

Saying that, I won't be showing off my authoritative nature with you LJ Kasey because unlike some of the wrestlers in the back, I do respect you and you wouldn't deserve the treatment I would give to you compared to a particular wrestler who I won't name for the time being, but they'll know who they are that I want to beat the shit out of.

See, I can be a piece of garbage to people, but I do it in the ring to you because you're in my way right now and I know, there's a risk of you having family surrounding you with Miles and his husband, Carter, but I don't care because I have no family that will get involved in the wrestling business and no partner to get in my way.

I'm dealing things all by myself, no tag partners, no associations with people, nothing but me getting the job done on taking people down and unfortunately, that's you this week LJ that can't seem to have Logan Hunter out of your head and focus entirely on me. I know you don't know me and we've never spoken until now, but you will see just exactly what I'm about, despite knowing you're a threat and have the ability to beat me, but this police officer doesn't take any shit and won't care for any shit you'll say about me.

Because you're going to be completely destroyed in the ring by me this week LJ and no family members are going to assist the damage I'll fucking do to you pal. Because I aim to beat you with pure anger and aggression that I need to let out that I can't do anywhere else, but inside of that wrestling ring. Sunday Night at Climax Control is the new era of Liam Davis, the police officer of Florida coming to strike and none of you are going to like me. I will strike where it hurts with opponents and end them just like that.

Because I'm pissed off and this anger therapy is a way to help me deal with anger and put in a beatdown on some punk kid who's been placed in the ring with me for no reason, but good for me to throw around like a ragdoll and I only feel sorry for you that you have to suffer in so much pain from me.”
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Climax Control Archives / Chip on MY Shoulder
« Last post by LJKasey on June 06, 2025, 11:12:06 PM »
The buzz backstage was electric long after the bell for Queen for a Day at Into the Void had sounded. Techs and crew members bustled around the corridors, packing down equipment, rolling cases through the narrow halls of the Paris arena. Champions passed with belts slung over their shoulders, some smiling, some scowling, some too damn tired to do anything but keep moving.

But in one corner, just outside catering, LJ paced like a man possessed.

A bottle of water hung loosely from his fingers, half-forgotten, as his feet padded a restless rhythm against the tile. His black t-shirt clung to him over his shoulder — more from nervous energy than the late night air — and the faint purpling on his neck from the fight from several weeks ago still peeked out. But he was always a fast healer. "To be honest, he should’ve never gone into that PWS match in the state he was in but he wasn’t about to let his first title be lost via forfeiture.

But none of that mattered right now.

Down the hall, Ally’s match had just ended. And not just ended — she’d won. Queen for a Day. A golden ticket with more power than most champions held. LJ had watched from the monitors backstage, shoeless and shirtless because he had to go through a workout just to stay calm before her match, heart damn near punching out of his chest. Now he couldn’t keep still.

A door swung open, and there she was.

Alexandra Callaway. His pulse kicked harder at the sight of her.

Still laced in her battle-worn gear, sweat-slicked black hair with blue streaks spilling over her shoulders, and that victorious, wicked little smirk he loved so much lighting her entire face. The Queen’s crown wasn’t in her hands at the moment— still being prepped for the photo ops — but the power was already there in her eyes.

And it damn near knocked the air out of him.

Ally!” LJ was on her in an instant, meeting her halfway down the hall.

She barely had time to catch her breath before his arms wrapped around her, lifting her small frame right off her feet.

You did it,” he whispered against her ear, voice rough with pride. “You fucking did it.

She laughed, looping her arms around his neck. “You doubted me?

Never,” he said, setting her down gently but not letting go. His hands stayed firm on her waist. “But watching it happen? That’s a whole other feeling.

For a beat they just stood there, foreheads resting together, the noise of the backstage world falling away.

Then she pulled back, brushing her fingers along his jawline where there were more faint bruises that still lingered. “And you… how’s the head?

He snorted softly. “I’m still here, aren’t I? None of them could have put me down for good. Just made me hungrier.

Her gaze darkened, thumb tracing the corner of his mouth. “Are you sure you’re ready for what’s next?

After watching you tonight?” He smirked. “I’m more than ready. In fact, I’m practically starving.

He finally stepped back, running a hand through his hair as the restless energy surged again. “Truth is, I needed this. To see you take the damn spotlight. Because now? Now it’s my turn.

Ally arched a brow, intrigued. “Oh?

Officially got the word from the trainers just before you went out.” He flexed his knuckles absently. “I’m cleared, fully. I’m on the card for Climax Control when we get back to the states.

LJ.” Her voice held that mix of warning and love. “Don’t push it if you’re not—

I am.” He cut her off gently but firmly. “I’ve been waiting too damn long. I’ve taken the hits. I’ve eaten the pavement. And I’m still here.” He smirked. “Besides… after everything? I’m itching to remind the SCW locker room exactly who the hell I am.

Ally grinned. “Then go remind them. Just remember — I’m not done yet either.

Oh, trust me,” LJ said, eyes gleaming now. “I wouldn’t dare forget.

He pulled her close one more time, lips brushing against her temple. The moment was broken up with a stage hand approaching with the crown. LJ gladly took it from them and turned around to look at Ally. He brushed a few strands off her shoulder and placed the crown on her head and gave her a kiss.

Queen of SCW,” he murmured. “You’ve got your crown. Now it’s my turn to take heads.

And with that, he stepped back, bottle of water in one hand, fire burning in his veins.

Next stop? Climax Control.

The Vegas heat felt different when you’d been through Paris and Stockholm in the span of a few weeks. Dry, relentless, like the sun wanted a shot at your title, too.

LJ had the A/C cranked up in his apartment, but it still wasn’t enough to keep him from pacing like a caged lion. The idle time was what got him—after finally getting back in the game, sitting still for even an afternoon made him itch.

He tossed a tennis ball from hand to hand while watching the clock. Ally had been out handling Queen for a Day business most of the day. He was proud of her—hell, he’d seen what she’d done in Paris with his own eyes—but that didn’t mean he wasn’t antsy to know what came next.

Finally, the door opened.

Ally came in, sunglasses pushed up into her dark hair, blue streaks still shimmering in the sunlight that followed her inside. The moment she dropped her bag by the door, LJ was on his feet.

Well?” he grinned, tossing the tennis ball aside and crossing the room to meet her. “What glorious main event did my Queen book for me?

Ally laughed, shaking her head. “Hi to you too.

Hi,” he said quickly, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “Now c’mon. I know you’ve been out there wheeling and dealing. What match did you pull strings for?

She smirked, sliding off her leather jacket and tossing it over the arm of the couch. “Spoiler alert—you’re not in any of the matches I booked.

LJ blinked. “Wait. What?

I didn’t book you in any of my picks,” she said, sauntering past him into the kitchen. “TRUST ME I wanted to but—I did make sure you had a match for your return. They already had plans for you. I just made sure they followed through.

LJ narrowed his eyes, leaning against the doorframe with a dramatic sigh. “Sleeping with the Queen is getting me absolutely nowhere.

Ally snorted. “Please. You’d sleep with me even if I were a stagehand.

That’s beside the point,” he shot back, grinning now. “I figured Queen for a Day perks had to account for something.

She grabbed two waters from the fridge, tossing one to him. “I used them where it mattered. Trust me—you’ve got a match. You’ll be back in that SCW ring next show.

LJ caught the bottle and cracked the cap with one smooth twist. “Yeah? And I don’t even get to brag that my girlfriend gifted me a marquee spot?

Nope,” Ally said, popping the cap on hers and leaning one hip against the counter. “You’ll just have to earn it. Like always.

He took a long pull of water, then smirked over the bottle. “You’re ruthless. I like it.

You better,” she teased, eyes gleaming. “You’re stuck with me.

Wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said easily, crossing the room to hook an arm around her waist. “But just so we’re clear—next time you get to book matches, I want top billing. Full pyro. Maybe a custom throne entrance. Hell, a live entrance wouldn’t be that bad either.

Ally laughed outright. “I’ll pencil it in... right after I take care of the Bombshell division.

LJ kissed her temple and grinned. “Deal. And in the meantime? Guess I’d better get ready to remind SCW why they should’ve cleared the damn runway. Just gotta wait to find out who it’s gonna be.

LJ had just flopped back onto the couch, one arm slung lazily over the back, the other holding his water bottle. Ally had curled up sideways on the other end, phone in hand, legs draped across his lap like she owned the place — which, honestly, she practically did these days.

A few minutes of companionable quiet passed, just the low hum of the A/C and faint traffic noise from the strip below.

Then LJ’s phone buzzed.

He glanced at it absently at first, but when he saw the SCW notification, his brow arched.

Huh.

Ally tilted her head. “What?

Card’s out,” he said, thumbing it open. “Guess they didn’t waste any time.

She perked up. “Oh? Who’d they line you up with?

LJ scanned the preview of the lineup… then blinked.

Well I’ll be damned.

Ally sat up straighter. “Talk to me.

There’s fresh blood in town,” LJ said, shaking his head with a dry chuckle. “They’ve got me opening the dance card for some new guy. Liam Davis.

Liam Davis…” Ally repeated, frowning in thought. “I heard the name floating around. The rogue cop, right? Supposed to have a chip on his shoulder the size of a city block.

‘Anger therapy,’” LJ read off with a snort. “That’s how they’re selling it. Using me and the ring to work out his issues.

Ally rolled her eyes. “That’s cute. Hope they told him you hit back.

LJ’s grin was sharp now. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, phone still in one hand. “Oh, I hope he tries to swing for the fences. Hell, I’ve been waiting for someone to test this neck and chin again. The difference is? I’m not the therapy type. I’m the relapse.” He glanced at her, eyes gleaming. “And I’m about to make this poor bastard regret thinking I’m the warm-up act.

Ally smiled darkly. “That’s my guy.

He leaned back, a low hum of energy starting to pulse through him again. “You know, this is exactly what I needed. Fresh face, fresh fight. He’s hungry, sure. But me? I’m starving.

She rested her chin on his shoulder, voice soft but knowing. “Just don’t underestimate him.

I would never,” LJ said. “But let’s be honest — this guy’s stepping in thinking he’s got a point to prove. I’ve already proved mine. Now? I’m just reminding everyone why the hell I’m still here.

He glanced back at his phone one more time, the match graphic now burned into his mind.

Liam Davis.

Welcome to SCW, kid, LJ thought grimly. Hope your badge has good health insurance.


The gym was mostly empty — just the way LJ liked it.

Late afternoon sun streamed through the high windows, throwing sharp lines across the black mats and gleaming steel. The rhythmic clank of weights echoed through the cavernous space, punctuated by LJ’s sharp exhales as he drove through another brutal set of incline presses.

C’mon,” he muttered through gritted teeth, sweat trailing down the side of his face. “One more. Earn it.

Muscles strained, veins prominent along his arms and shoulders — he locked out the final rep, then racked the bar with a loud clang that seemed to shake the air.

He sat up, towel already around his neck, chest heaving as he caught his breath.

Goddamn it felt good to move like this again.

He’d spent weeks after the war with Alex Jones just trying to get his neck and head to stop feeling like they were on fire. Weeks pacing, itching, watching cards go up without his name on them. Weeks grinding in silence.

Now?

Now the wait was over. Now the beast was out of the cage again. And judging by the reflection staring back at him in the mirror — leaner, harder, broader across the chest and shoulders — LJ Kasey was coming back stronger than before.

He grabbed a bottle of water, took a long swig, then spotted the camera crew moving in. SCW always knew when to show up.

Perfect.

He wiped the towel across his face once, then leaned casually against the rack, that signature half-smirk curling at his mouth. His eyes, though? Ice cold.

You can feel it, can’t you?

His voice rolled out low, calm — but there was fire beneath every word.

That buzz. That tension. The sense that something’s coming.

He glanced down for a beat, then straight back to the lens.

For weeks, I’ve been sidelined. Watched as the cards filled up, as names got called. I took my shots. I paid my dues in blood. And I’ve been patient. But patience has a shelf life.

He folded his arms across his chest — forearms looking downright ridiculous after the pump he’d just run through.

And now… it’s time.

His smirk sharpened.

Liam Davis. Welcome to Sin City, bruv. It’s a pity we gotta meet this way.

He let the name hang in the air for a beat — the slightest tilt of his head, like the idea of it amused him.

The rogue cop. The big bad enforcer with a badge and a grudge. I hear you’ve got a little anger problem, Liam. I hear you’re looking to use me as your therapy session.

LJ let out a low chuckle — dark and humorless.

Mate, you picked the wrong damn appointment slot.

He pushed off the rack now, pacing slowly in front of the camera, rolling his shoulders loose.

See, I’m walking into Climax Control with more heat under my skin than you can begin to understand. I’ve taken shots from one of the best to ever do it, and I’m still here. I’ve eaten the canvas, the barricade, hell — the concrete — and I’m still standing. Still stronger.

A slow nod. That fire in his voice now bleeding into a near-growl.

And you? You’re stepping in, green as grass. Hungry, sure — I respect that. But this business doesn’t give a damn about your hunger. This ring doesn’t care if you’ve got demons to exorcise. Once that bell rings? It’s about survival.

He stopped, squared to the camera, gaze burning straight through the lens now.

And I refuse to be your damn therapy puppet. You want to bleed out your issues? Find someone else. Because when you step in there with me, Liam — you’re stepping into a fight you can’t just talk your way out of. You’re stepping in with a man who’s been to hell already and dragged himself back up by his teeth.

A slow shake of his head.

Your first match… my return match. Bad timing, kid. Real bad. I’ve got too much rage left unshed. Too much pride to reclaim. Too much to prove — not to anyone else. To myself.

He took a step closer now, voice dropping lower, each word a hammer.

So come hungry, Liam. Come angry. Come swinging like your damn life depends on it. Because I’m coming to remind this company — and everyone watching — why Lyle Kasey Junior is still the man they should fear.

One last smirk.

One way or another… you’ll learn the hard way.

He grabbed his towel, slung it over his shoulder, and strode out of frame — camera lingering on the empty rack as the screen faded to black.
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Climax Control Archives / Blind For A Week
« Last post by Bobbie Dahl on June 06, 2025, 10:26:42 PM »
(OOC: Apologies this wasn’t completely finished. I ran out of time and was working while not feeling good today. Had more planned for this!)


Sunday May 25th
Paris, France
Artie Was Robbed!
Medical Locker Room- After the Show

Everyone was watching. They all saw it happening. Artie had the crown in his grasp and was just moments away from unlatching it and becoming the SCW King For A Day. It was an amazing feeling and a spectacle to watch…until it wasn’t. The win, and the crown, was literally stolen from his grasp when last year’s winner, Guy With Cape, spit a disgusting yellow mist in Artie’s face and stole the crown for himself!

Following the match, Artie had been helped backstage and to the medical locker room to get checked out. His body had been out through the ringer in that ladder match and his eyes were burning from whatever that yellow mist was that guy had spit in his face. It took some time to calm him down and get him to stop fighting the medics, but eventually he let them assess his injuries in an attempt to help.

Bobbie: How are you feeling, sweetie?

Artie was still lying on one of the exam tables with a cold wet cloth over his eyes. Bruises were starting to be visible over his body also.

Artie: Like I got hit by a truck and robbed at the same time.

Bobbie frowned. She was used to being the one getting injured in these matches, but to see her beloved Artie looking and feeling like this? Part of her wanted to tell him to stop.

Bobbie: Ladder matches are tough to get through. How are your eyes?

Artie: I don’t know. I’m afraid to take the cloth off. Guy better hope that he didn’t cause any permanent damage.

Bobbie walked up next to him and grabbed a hold of the cloth. She removed it from his eyes for him, but he kept his eyes squinted closed.

Bobbie: Open your eyes.

With a grumble and a slam of the palm of his hand against the table, he slowly opens his eyes. He blinks several times, still adjusting to the light again as well as blinking away the last burning pains. His eyes are still slightly puffy and red.

Artie: Everything is still a little blurry, but I think I’ll be good. How do my eyes look?

Bobbie: Like you’ve been smoking something you shouldn’t have been for hours.

Bobbie chuckles and she helps Artie sit up. He’s still visibly frustrated over the way he lost.

Artie: I’m not going to let this go, Bobbie. I should have won that match. I should be the King For A Day, but he used a cowardly move because he knew he wasn’t going to win otherwise.

Bobbie nods, but given her experience with ladder matches and wrestling in general, she knew there was nothing that could be done about it.

Bobbie: Sweetie, you can cry foul to your heart's content, but in the long run, there’s nothing that can be done. Guy is King For A Day for a second year in a row and we’ll have to endure whatever matches he chooses to make. I don’t like it anymore than you do, but ladder matches are no disqualifications.

Artie: I know that! But wouldn’t you do the same thing if you were in my shoes? It may not do any good, but I won’t stop pointing out what a cowardly creep he is for doing that.

Bobbie sighs and she rubs Artie’s back. She doesn’t know what else to say at this point, but she knows they both need to get a good night’s sleep before their flight back home tomorrow.

Artie: Let’s just get out of here. I’m tired and ready to get back home tomorrow.

He winces as he attempts to slide off of the exam table, but Bobbie is quick to help him. Together they walk off, in silence, back to the locker rooms to grab their things and return to their hotel room. The week off would hopefully do Artie some good both physically as well as mentally following this latest loss.



Sunday June 1st
Las Vegas, Nevada
Finding Out Artie’s Fate

Almost a week has passed since Artie and Bobbie had flown home to Las Vegas, relieved that the most recent SCW tour was over. Not only were they relieved, but their fur baby Loki was happy to have them home for longer than just a few days. As soon as Artie had stepped through the front door, Loki ran up to him, sensing he needed some Loki comforting. He was gentle, though, sensing his daddy was in physical pain as well, but he was there for both his parents as he always had been. It was probably due to Loki’s emotional support that Artie was able to recover as quickly as he was, as aside from the bruises still slightly visible, he was feeling a lot better than he was.

But today he was a little on edge. Impatient, actually. Because today the matches for the next Climax Control were going to be announced, and this was Alexandra Calaway’s Queen For A Day show. Neither thought Alexandra would bother to give him a match, as they had very little interaction aside from last week’s back and forth debating on Twixter. But maybe if she didn’t book him in any of her matches, he would have something in one of the remaining matches.

Artie: I don’t know why I’m so impatient right now. I’ll probably have another week off, which is perfectly fine with me.

Bobbie: Don’t hold your breath on that, sweetie. Would you just sit down for now because it could still be—

Before Bobbie can even finish her sentence, Artie’s phone dings from inside his pocket. He quickly takes it out and opens up the email from Christian Underwood containing the list of matches. He scans it quickly until he stops and sees that Alexandra had indeed booked him in a match. But it wasn’t good. Far from it.

Artie: Oh. My. God. I’m…I’m dead…

His face goes white and he sinks down into the sofa and his phone falls to the floor. With a look of concern written all over her face, Bobbie rushes over and reaches down to pick up his phone. She looks at the show card and her face grows instantly angry.

Bobbie: YOU have to be blindfolded?! Against Kevin Carter?! That dirty little…

Artie: I can’t catch a break. I’m never going to get anywhere in wrestling if I keep getting put in matches like this.

He rests his elbows on his knees and then buries his face in his hands. He wanted nothing more than to prove himself in SCW, but it just seemed lately that the challenges kept getting more and more difficult.

Bobbie: You make sure you don’t let Alexandra see you reacting like this, sweetie. This is exactly what she wants. We have a week to figure things out, but we’ll—

Artie: We’ll what? What can we possibly do to prepare me to go up against Kevin Carter blindfolded?! He’s going to embarrass me out there!

Bobbie stops and thinks for a moment as Artie stares at her, frustrated and still very much nervous about this match. He lowers his head again and shakes it, when Bobbie’s eyes light up and she snaps her fingers.

Bobbie: Huzzah! I’ve figured it out!

Artie looks up with a puzzled look as Bobbie runs off into another room.

Artie: You just sounded like Guy, ya know!

Loki tilts his head and looks up at Artie. Artie laughs and pats him on the head.

Artie: Scary thought, right Loki?

They both sit there and wait for a few minutes before Bobbie comes running back out to the living room. Without a word she grabs Artie by his arm and pulls him up to his feet and spins him around.

Artie: What the…Bobbie, what are you doing?!

The answer as he is about to find out is Bobbie puts a blindfold over his eyes!

Bobbie: You, my sweet hubby, are going to be blindfolded this entire week! I can think of no better—

Artie shakes his head and tries to pull the blindfold off.

Artie: What?! No way! How is that going to help me?! I’m not going to pretend to be blind the entire week, Bobbie!

Bobbie spins him around, pointing in his face even though she puts the blindfold back over his eyes and he still can’t see.

Bobbie: Oooh yes you are. You need to work on heightening your other senses if you don’t have the ability to see. Kevin Carter is going to take full advantage of you being blindfolded and I’m not about to stand by and let you get embarrassed. You’re going to do whatever it takes.

Artie sighs.

Artie: And it’s really going to take me pretending to be blind the entire week?! What if it actually screws up my vision?

Bobbie: It won’t. There will still be some bits of light shining through, you just won’t be able to actually see anything else. And yes, it’s really going to take you doing this. I wouldn’t steer you wrong, sweetie.

Artie has his hands on the blindfold, ready to take it off again. But after a few moments, he sighs and lets his hands fall to his sides.

Artie: This is going to suck, you know that? But Loki gets to be my guide dog!

Bobbie: Ugh excuse me. I was going to be your guide wife. Loki can help but he’s not properly trained as a guide dog. And yeah it’s going to suck. But it will give you more empathy for actual blind people who live like this every single day!

Artie: At least they don’t have to wrestle blind…

Artie mumbles under his breath but Bobbie heard every word. She lightly smacks him upside his head and he jolts forward.

Bobbie: Shush, you! Now let’s get to work!

With another grumble and some arguing, Artie gives in and agrees to the plan. Maybe it would help heighten his senses going up against Kevin Carter. Maybe it wouldn’t. Either way, this whole next week was going to be the most interesting of his life so far.
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Climax Control Archives / Remember Me.
« Last post by Vincent Lyons Jr on June 06, 2025, 10:00:37 PM »
The heavy bag swung lazily as the the sound of the dull thud of Vincent Lyon Jr’s fists hitting it echoed throughout the room. He kept his breath steady and eyes unreadable as he continued to lay in punch, after punch, after punch.

A door behind him creeped open and Eddie Lyons stepped in arms crossed.[/i]

“You got a minute?” Eddie asked “I need to talk to you.”

“You already took it.” Vincent said not looking in Eddie's direction.

“I saw what you did.” said Eddie walking further in “I saw what you did to Carter, and I saw what you did to Jayden.”

“I lost to Jayden.” Vincent muttered.

“You know what I mean.” said Eddie.

“Then say what you mean.” Vincent retorted.

“Fine.” said Eddie narrowing his eyes “That wasn't competition, that was a message, a hit job. And for what? Because he dared to beat you clean?”

Vincent turned and glared a cold stare into Eddie's eyes.

“Jayden embarrassed me” said Vincent.

“So what?” Eddie replied “That's the game. Sometimes you fall you take it you learn you get up and fight again you don't gut the guy afterwards like an animal.”

“Don't talk to me about getting up.” Vincent snapped “I was gone Eddie, the world buried me and now that I'm back I'm not playing by their rules.”

“No.” said Eddie “You're not playing by anybody's rules anymore. Not even your own.”

They glare at one another, an uncomfortable silence between them.

“You used to fight with honor.” Eddie continued “You stood for something, you were the kind of warrior I wanted to be.”

Vincent said nothing, only clenching one hand into a fist.

“When you came back I hoped that somewhere in there that guy still existed.” said Eddie “That the island didn't take him completely.”

“That guy died with the wreckage.” Vincent replied coldly

“No he didn't.” Eddie said looking into his cousin's eyes “You're burying him because it hurts less than admitting loss. I see it in you when you look at Victoria like she's the last light in a dark room, or when you train in silence instead of bragging."

“You think this is about being lost?” Vincent said “No Eddie, I've found something. I spent weeks on that island with nothing but the sound of the ocean and my own mind and what I learned is simple.”

Vincent took a step toward Eddie.

“I don't need their cheers and I don't need to be the warrior on the pedestal.” Vincent said “I don't even need redemption. Victoria and I are all that matters and everything else is just noise.”

“You don't need redemption?” Eddie replied “Then what do you call turning Jayden into a message? What's that supposed to redeem?”

“I call it a warning.” said Vincent “A warning to J2H, to anyone. I'm not coming for validation I'm coming to take what should have been mine a long time ago not with honor or grace but with certainty.”

Eddie shook his head disappointed

“You're not chasing glory.” he said  “You're chasing shadows.”

“And you are still clinging  to fairytales.” Vincent shot back “This business doesn't reward honor Eddie, it rewards power, presence, and fear. You want to be A champion people admire. I want to be the nightmare they don't forget.”

“That's not who you were meant to be.” said Eddie.

“No.” said Vincent “It’s who I became and I don't regret it.”

“Victoria's really gotten to you.” said Eddie his eyes shifting away.

“Don't bring her into this.” Vincent said coldly.

“She's in it whether I say her name or not.” said Eddie “She encourages this this version of you she doesn't want the noble Vincent Lyons Junior, she wants to destroyer."

“And she has him.” said Vincent “Because he's what survived when everything else drowned.”

A moment of silence followed.

“You're my cousin.” Eddie said “You're still my family. I don't want to stand across from you one day and not recognize the man I'm looking at.”

Vincent didn't reply.

“You have J2H next.” Eddie said “That's going to be a real war, and if you go in there chasing blood over victory he'll cut you down and call it sport.”

“I know what I'm walking into.” Vincent replied. “And I certainly don't need any advice from you.”

Eddie sighed.

“I guess that's it then..” said Eddie “Perhaps you are truly lost.”

A disappointed look in Eddie’s eye and he turned and walked to the door. Vincent said nothing didn't call after him just stood there, fist still trembling slightly. After the door creaked shut he turned back to the heavy bag and hit it hard enough to split the leather.

__________

The cameras open on a dark room, not pitch black but dark enough to blur the corners and soften the edges. The faint hue of an amber light hanging from a single bulb overhead flickering as though it didn't want to be on at all.

Vincent stood alone his silent gaze hauntingly looking into the camera as quietly he began to speak.


“I don't want to be liked.” Vincent said low and steady “I don't need cheers. I don't need merchandise. I don't need a little kids wearing my name on a t-shirt pretending they know what I've been through because they don't, and neither do you J2H."

A pause.

“The difference is..” Vincent continued “You built your name on noise. You love it loud, you crave the spotlight like it's oxygen. You don't walk into a room, you demand it look at you. Lights, sound, and attention always on. Always performing.”

There's a quiver of his lip.

“And that's why I've grown tired of you.” said Vincent “Tired of your voice, your arrogance, your ego. You act like you're god's gift to this business, and you think because you've held gold you are gold. But even gold rusts when it's left exposed too long.”

Another short pause, as a dry laugh escapes his lips.

“I don't go out there and measure myself by the volume and noise I create.” said Vincent “I'm a weapon sharpened in silence, forged without fanfare. I'm not concerned with why Alexandra Calaway made this match.  Maybe she wants you softened up for her friend Helluva bottom Carter. It doesn't matter because I'm not here for any glory or legacy. I didn't come out of my wreckage looking for redemption. I came back because the tide fed my rage and now you're here J2H, in my way."

He glares into the camera.

“Just as has my sister will do to Frankie Holliday, I'm going to end your momentum.” said Vincent “You won Blast From The Past with help from Kevin Carter. Good for you. But now i'm here to make sure you never make it into the future. You walk around like you're the chosen one like this business owes you something. We all saw your little war with Jayden Harris and as far as Jaydenand I go?  He can watch me finish what he never could.”

His lips curl into a predatory smile.

“Jayden wanted to prove something against you.” said Vincent “I'm not looking to prove a damn thing. I just want your blood on my hands, and I want to show Jayden Harris how to finish a man. No lights just silence last gasps and the eternal void.”

That predatory smile seems stuck on his face.

“Don't let my last name fool you.” said Vincent “I'm nothing like my cousin Eddie that man still believes in happy endings and thinks there's justice in this business. He fights like his little girl will see him one day and be proud. But me? I fight like no one's left, like I'm still on that island and the only role is survival, and the only thing worth hearing is the sound of a man's last breath.”

He steps closer to the camera.

“If Alexandra Calaway put you in my path to soften you up for Carter. Then I guess she gets her wish.” he said "But it’s going her mistake to not realize that once you unleash something like me you don't get to control where the damage lands.“

A pause for a beat.

“I'm the bad day you didn't see coming.” said Vincent “I'm the punch you don't remember taking, and the silence that comes after the crowd stops screaming when you lie flat on your back, mouth open like you're still trying to talk your way out of something. So call yourself a king, a god, a final boss, whatever you want. I'm not coming for your crown I'm coming for the crack it makes when it hits the floor after I drop you.”

A heavy exhale.

“When it's all said and done they'll wonder why Calaway made the match.” said Vincent “They’ll wonder if she fed you to a monster and I hope they do. But I'm not doing this for her, and I'm not doing this for Carter. I'm not even doing this for Victoria. I'm doing this because it's my nature, it's what I do and it's my curse. Your blood will be the tied that baptizes me once again.”

He keeps a haunting gaze into the camera has everything fades out to black

_________

He hadn't meant to walk this far. He just needed air, some space, anything to quiet the pressure building up in his mind. Somehow his feet had carried him to the outskirts of the Lyons estate beyond the neatly kept paths and trimmed hedges to a stretch where time had been allowed to rot. Vines clung to fences, moss drowned out bricks. the world looked like it had given up here, and strangely it felt comfortable to Vincent.

He had argued with Eddie that morning, again. Eddie kept trying to convince him that he wasn't acting as his true self, but Eddie didn't understand that this was who Vincent was now. Eddie wasn't on that island, he was. Eddie had no right to question the man Vincent had become when he returned from isolation.


Eddie didn't understand that he was different now. He was growing, evolving, something that Eddie and his precious honor before glory mantra just couldn't comprehend.

Maybe a long time ago he liked to play the hero, and play nice but he was something else now .something stronger something better something more lethal and J2H would be the next to experience it.

Something about those three initials made something curl in his chest, his smug look, his hollow gold plated legacy, a man more concerned with his brand than his soul who had somehow convinced himself he was the best to ever do it, and that he was untouchable.


However Vincent wasn't here for the legend. He was here for the man behind it, and he intended to rip the mask off of J2H in front of the whole goddamn world.

And then there was Jayden Harris.

The name made his blood boil, and the feud ran deeper.  While he didn't like J2H and his smug arrogant attitude, he despised Jayden and he wanted to make sure Jayden never stepped into an SCW ring again.

It wasn't even about revenge for his sister anymore. It was about cleansing something rotten, to burn it down and salt the earth.

He continued down the old neglected path, branches snapping between his feet he was unsure of even where he was going and then he saw it the old greenhouse.

Forgotten. Buried behind years of growth and neglect. A ruin on the edge of the estate like a secret everyone had agreed not to speak of. He hadn't seen this place since they were kids but now it was calling to him.

As he pushed open the rested door frame a sliver of memory flickered through him. Sunlight pouring through the clean glass, laughter bouncing off the ceiling as Victoria walked between the roses and lilies like a queen in her court. Eddie and Vincent running around with sticks pretending to be knights.

They were kids then before the blood before the titles, before everything.

The air inside was thick damp with the of soil and rotten wood most of the overhead glass was broken and vines had invaded from every corner twisting around the beams with their grasp. The old fountain at the center had long dried up with moss now clinging to it’s stone bowl, like a shaggy green coat.

Someone was already there.


Victoria.

He spotted her before she noticed him. She was alone in the wild ruin, standing so still she could have been a statue from another life. Then her fingers trailed along the basin like she was reading his history by touch.

“I thought this place was gone.” he said in a low voice.

“Not gone.” she replied “Just forgotten.”

His gaze drifted around the wreckage. Time had been unkind to this place. The orchids had turned to dust, the roses had thorns so wild they were strangling each other, and the lilies were nothing but brittle stems.

“We used to call it the temple.” she said softly.

"I remember." Vincent nodded.

He could feel the weight of the past pressing in again, the Echoes of who they used to be. Victoria always leading, while he and  Eddie always ran head first into danger without thinking .

“I don't think anyone's been here since we were kids.” he said.

“Yeah I suppose no one had any reason to.” Victoria replied “But I do now.”

“Why now?” he asked curiously, tilting his head.

She walked to one of the old planter boxes and crouched next to it.

“I needed to see what happens to things that are left behind.” she said touching what remained of a dead bloom, “I used to think beauty meant something that if you tended it long enough, gave it care, that it rewards you, that it would stay.”

He watched as her fingers trembled for a moment.

“But it doesn't.” she said “It waits for rot for time for someone to come back and see the truth.”

“And what's the truth?” he asked.

She shot him a fierce gaze.

“That nothing grows until something else dies.” she said.

He didn't flinch he had seen this kind of truth before in the ring, and their family. He’d seen in  the faces of every so-called legend who stayed too long and learned what it meant to be devoured by the next generation.

“That's why Alexandra thinks she's won.” Victoria said as she rose to her feet. “She burned the throne, my throne. She thinks carrying that crown means she's untouchable, but all she did was make room for something worse.”

Vincent looked at his sister, studied her and he saw it. The hunger, not desperation, not revenge she was on her own evolution just as he was.

“So what happens next?” he asked.

“I beat Frankie Holliday.” Victoria said “I remind them who I am, with or without the crown. I beat her not because she deserves to lose, but because I refuse to let the future forget about people like me.”

There it was, that fire, that refusal to fade in the background, that's what he truly respected about his twin.

They stood there side by side in the overgrown ruin of their childhood as he looked at the initials still carved into the basin a memory that had survived rot and time

V.L
V.L.J
E.L

For a moment he felt like he could see them again those three wild kids unscarred by ambition Eddie and himself shouting about secret tunnels, while Victoria was commanding the plants to grow.

But that was in the past and that old world was gone and if something had to rise in its place he wanted to make damn sure it had their name on it, that The Lyons Twins were still here and that they were all that was needed to burn kingdoms to the ground.

__________

The cameras open slowly with just the dim ambient shimmer of moonlight slanting through the broken glass and creeping vines of an old greenhouse. Moss grows on the forgotten stone and the camera focuses on the man standing in the middle of it all. Vincent Lyons Jr.

His face is shrouded in a mixture of moonlight and shadow haunted by something he keeps deep within him as his eyes stay steadily focused.

“My sister said something to me tonight.” he said “Something about how nothing grows until something else dies.”

He pauses letting his gaze wander around looking at all the dead and broken brambles.

“This place used to be beautiful.” he said “We called it The Temple. We were kids then, thought the world was small enough to hold in our hands, thought that love could keep things alive and that power was inherited not earned. But we were wrong time doesn't preserve it consumes and when it's done consuming it buries.”

He exhales with another short pause.

“The man I used to be died out there on the island they left me on.” he said “Wherever it was I went, just know this. I didn't come back whole, I came back sharpened and you J2H are about to learn exactly what crawled out of that wreckage.”

His voice lowers to a more primal tone.

“You won the Blast from the Past, and you've got a spotlight on you now.” said Vincent “You walk like you own the place, like Sin City is still your kingdom and Helluva Bottom Carter is just the next name in your parade of resurrection.”

A cold, almost amused smile grows on his face.

“But before you can get to Carter you've got to go through me.” he said “And I'm not here for glory, I'm not here for your crown or your buzz or your marketability. I'm not a starchaser trying to catch a little shine by stepping into the ring with a supposed legend.”

He takes a few steps closer to the camera.

“I'm here to hurt you.” he said his voice hardening “Because pain is the only language I understand, because everyone keeps pretending people like Victoria and myself are clinging to crumbling pedestals while they dance around our ashes.”

A cold laugh escapes his lips.

“I'm sure you think this match is just a checkpoint, a little tune-up before you move on to Helluva Bottom Carter.” said Vincent “That's your ultimate goal, the headline you've already written. But you fail to realize that your path doesn't continue after this. I don't care how many times you've worn the gold or about whatever comeback you want to make to the top again. You don't just walk through me J2H you bleed on the way."

He exhales softly letting his words linger in the air.

“My sister lost her throne and her crown.” he said “She says that something had to die in her too, and I believe her. We will all see it soon enough when she tears Frankie Holliday apart with her bare hands. But my rebirth wasn't by deposition, it was by isolation, and j2h is going to feel the shape of the storm I've become. He will be a message and that message will be sent directly to Jayden Harris.”

There's a quiver of his lip has he mentioned the name Jayden Harris. A name he despises.

“I want him to watch this. I want him to watch what happens to you.” Vincent said “Because it's all a warning shot and it's all a lesson on how to properly finish somebody. Something he could never do when you two of you went to war. I'll show him how even if my father was alive I wouldn't need to call my daddy for any help."

Another cold laugh leaves his lips.

“J2H is a man of flash and pride.” said Vincent “A man who never had to survive the silence and sit within it long enough to hear his own thoughts echo until they broke something inside. So I'm going to break something inside him.”

He takes a few more steps closer to the camera.

“There's no way this ends well for you J2H.” he continued “Because win or lose, one thing is for sure you and everyone else will..”

He pauses and the camera seems closer to his face.

“Remember me.”

Then everything cut to black jarringly and suddenly.
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Climax Control Archives / ~*~Rules of Engagement: Fate’s a Fickle Bitch~*~
« Last post by BellaMadison on June 06, 2025, 09:48:40 PM »
~*~Homecoming~*~
A few days after Into the Void

The front door clicked open with a soft groan, and the warm scent of home wrapped around them like an old, familiar blanket.

“Home, sweet home…” Malachi muttered, balancing a sleepy Máire on one hip as he used the other hand to shove the door wide open.

Bella followed, her carry-on slung over one shoulder, oversized sunglasses barely hiding the faint circles under her eyes. Behind them, Bodhi Bennett emerged from the kitchen with a grin, a bouncing Luka at his heels and Salem perched smugly on the stair railing.

“Well, well — look who survived Paris,” Bodhi quipped, his voice easy and familiar.

Máire instantly perked up at the sight of him, wriggling in Mal’s arms with a gleeful, “Unca Booo!” that echoed through the entryway.

Bodhi knelt down and opened his arms. “There’s my favorite girl.”

Mal chuckled and handed their daughter over, watching as Máire practically launched herself at her honorary uncle. Luka barked excitedly, tail wagging at light speed, while Salem gave an unimpressed flick of her tail and padded down the stairs.

Bella let her bag fall to the floor with a soft thud, exhaling deeply as she took in the sight of their home — the cozy mess of life they’d built here. The normalcy of it was comforting… and yet, something heavy still clung to her shoulders.

Place looks good,” she said softly.

“Hey, what can I say? I’m a responsible adult now,” Bodhi teased. “Kept it all standing for ya. Luka missed you like crazy, though. Salem pretended not to care, but, you know, cat.”

Bella gave a faint smile and knelt to greet Luka, who showered her with eager licks. “I missed you too, psycho-mutt.

Mal exchanged a quick look with Bodhi, reading the unspoken wear in his wife’s posture.

Babe,” Mal said gently, stepping toward her, “Why don’t you go unwind for a bit? We’ve got this. Bodhi and I’ll get the bags, take care of everything here.

Bella hesitated for a beat, her fingers idly running through Luka’s fur.

You sure?” she asked, her voice quieter than usual.

Mal brushed a knuckle beneath her chin, lifting her gaze to his. “I’m sure. Go. Take a long bath. Clear your head. We’ll be right here.

Bodhi chimed in, still holding a babbling Máire. “Yeah, go soak. This one and I have some very important business to attend to. Like snacks. And cartoons.”

That earned a soft laugh from Bella — the first real one since the flight home.

Alright,” she relented, standing slowly. “But if you teach her more bad words, Bodhi—

“Me?” he grinned innocently. “Never.”

Mal winked. “Go. I’ll come check on you later.

Bella nodded, leaning up to kiss his cheek before heading toward the stairs.

As she ascended, her steps grew slower, heavier. The weight of Paris… of that loss… still clung to her skin like smoke.

She made it to the master bath, wordlessly twisting her hair up into a loose knot. The hot water hissed to life, steam soon billowing through the space.

Bella shed the last of her travel clothes and sank into the tub, the heat wrapping around her aching muscles, her bruised pride.

Her eyes drifted shut.

And there, beneath the surface of the water and the haze of exhaustion, her mind began to slip away — the ache giving way to dreams, memories, and the first stirrings of the fight still to come.

And what if she never followed in her mom’s footsteps. What if she never took a chance to meet Malachi.

And...what if she never became a wrestler.



Fate. Fate is simplistic and yet a wild fickle thing.

For instance, in the world of Elizabeth Marie, there were so many roads that she could have taken.

Prime example of this was when sweet Bella took off for Paris, all those years ago, she was over the drama of her family, her extended family and needed her own air. It was there that she met Malachi but

What if Bella decided to not meet Malachi on that one particular night 6 years ago?


The world shimmered. The sound of running water blurred into the low hum of city life.


When Bella opened her eyes, she was sitting at a familiar desk — worn oak, towering bookshelves all around her. The New York Public Library, 5th Avenue branch. The biggest one in the city.

Her name plate read: Elizabeth Madison — Chief Archivist

She blinked in confusion. Her hands… soft and not one nail chipped. No taped knuckles. No lingering bruises. The faintest smell of old books and polished wood surrounded her, instead of sweat, leather, and adrenaline.

She leaned back in the chair, eyes wandering. An old display case near the main reading room caught her attention — a curated exhibit on New York sports history. Tucked among the memorabilia, a faded wrestling poster from the late '90s. Headlining the card was a familiar name: Laura Phoenix.

Bella’s breath caught. The past had a long shadow, even here.

She looked away, heart a little heavier.

Sometimes, though, the past crept in through the cracks. Just yesterday, a young intern had asked if she was related to “that wrestler from the old tapes.” Bella had brushed it off with a polite smile — a reflex by now. But the question still echoed.

I took the safe road.’ The thought echoed in her mind, unbidden.

The faces came next — the constants.

Mattie Cormier, still her best friend that she met through her , still running her fashion studio. The designs were more boutique now — elegant, understated. Less about stage gear, more about timeless style.

Alanah Russow — still Alanah O’Connell in Bella’s mind — married to Jack, though Jack had retired after a severe injury. He refused to set foot at wrestling shows anymore. Lachlan and Malachi still wrestled, still fought… though no one quite remembered why they started in the first place. Some old grudge that neither would let go.

The library was quiet, the hum of ceiling fans and the soft click of keyboards the only company. Towering shelves lined with knowledge stretched far into the distance. Bella sat behind the desk at the New York Public Library’s flagship branch, a pair of reading glasses perched on the tip of her nose, her long dark hair tied up in a messy bun. She wore a name tag that read: Isabella Madison-Richards. Senior Collections Specialist.

She wasn’t unhappy.

But she wasn’t lit up, either.

This life… It was safe. Predictable. Quiet.

And Bella? She lived this quiet life. Books. Coffee. Dinner dates with friends. No titles. No crowds. No ring.

No fire.

Then came the shift.

A familiar bell above the library door rang. She looked up from a stack of restored volumes to see Alanah, her curls bouncing with every frantic step.

"Bells! There you are!" Alanah beamed, a little breathless, hands clutching her phone and purse like they were her lifelines.

Lanah?

Alanah Russow practically bounced through the lobby, blonde hair in loose waves, designer sunglasses tucked into the neckline of a casual tee. She looked rushed, like she always did, except this time, her wide eyes were fixed on Bella like she had urgent business.

“I’ve been texting you for days. Why haven’t you answered me?”

Bella looked sheepish. “My phone’s been on silent. You know how it is. Dewey Decimal waits for no one.

Alanah rolled her eyes and leaned over the desk. “You have got to come with me tonight.”

Where?

“A wrestling show. In Brooklyn. Local promotion, but the card is nuts. Lach and Mal are on it.”

Bella’s brow creased. “Jesus. They’re still fighting?

“Oh yeah. Five almost six years now. They don’t even remember why. Stubborn Irish idiots. But this is the first time they’re on opposite ends of a six-man tag. I can’t miss it.”

Bella folded her arms. “So go.

“I can’t go alone! Jack won’t come — not since the accident. And you know he hates the idea of being around it. But I miss it. I miss the rush. I want to go. And I want you to come with me.”

Lanah…” Bella hesitated. “That was Mom’s world. I’ve spent my whole life trying not to be pulled back into it.

“But it’s part of you, whether you like it or not,” Alanah said softly.

Before Bella could respond, another voice chimed in from behind a nearby column.

“She’s right.”

Bella turned as Mattie Cormier stepped out, arms crossed, a lopsided smile on her face.

“You’ve spent years cataloguing stories in here,” she said, nodding to the towering shelves. “Isn’t it time you lived one?”

Bella opened her mouth to argue… but the words never came.

Mattie, leaning in through the side door with a sly smile. "Come on. It'll be fun. I already laid out something for you to wear."

Bella stared at both of them. The pull was there — a strange flutter deep in her stomach.

‘Fate’s a fickle bitch.’

"Okay, FINE!" she finally said. "One night."

Flash forward — the arena lights.

The warehouse venue was packed and gritty. Chain-link fencing. Exposed beams. Raw noise and pure energy pulsed through the air. Bella stayed close to Alanah and Mattie, feeling completely out of her element.

Bella sat beside Alanah, her heart pounding for reasons she couldn’t explain. The roar of the crowd vibrated through her chest.

Then the music hit.

Malachi.

He emerged through the curtain — lean, coiled with energy, eyes blazing.

Bella’s breath caught.

She’d never met him. Had only heard stories through Alanah. But something deep, ancient, undeniable sparked when their eyes locked for the briefest of moments during his entrance.

A tether. Invisible, but unbreakable.

"Why does this feel like I know him?" she whispered.

Alanah didn’t answer. She just smiled knowingly.

Fate didn’t care about safe choices. Fate circled back around — one way or another.

And as Bella’s gaze stayed locked on Mal’s form in the ring, something deep inside her — some dormant fire — flickered to life.

For one dizzying second, the sounds, the lights, the sheer electricity of it all swept her back — to being a little girl, standing on a chair beside her grandmother, watching her mother’s entrance, lights blazing, the roar of the fans washing over her.

It felt just like this.

It was part of her. No matter how far she’d run.

Not if.

When.

Later, she found herself backstage — dragged along by Alanah, who still had all the connections.

Mal was off to the side, nursing a bruised shoulder, laughing at something Lach said before the two parted ways. He looked up as Bella approached — and this time, the eye contact lingered.

You looked like you belonged out there,” she said, before she could stop herself.

He smiled. “You look like you don’t know if you’re lost or exactly where you’re meant to be.

I think it’s both,” she admitted.

He extended a hand. “Mal.

She shook it.

Bella.


And in that moment — just like that — fate circled back.


Back in the Bath

Bella’s eyes snapped open. Water sloshed gently as she sat upright, hand pressed to her chest.

The dream still clung to her like mist. It hadn’t been scary. It hadn’t even been bad.

But it wasn’t right.

No matter how many roads she could have taken...Her story always led here.

To him. To the fight. To wrestling.

Because fate? Fate’s a fickle bitch.

But sometimes...

She brings you exactly where you were always meant to be.

The bathwater had long since cooled, skin wrinkled and pink from her unintended soak. Bella stirred, groggy, dragging in a deep breath. Her heart was still racing faintly from the dream — no, the vision — that had taken her under.

A soft knock sounded at the door.

Bells?

The familiar lilt of Malachi’s voice drifted through. Concern, warmth… and the barest undercurrent of that mischievous charm that never quite left him.

She blinked the haze from her eyes. “I’m up,” she croaked.

The door cracked open. Mal poked his head in, dark hair tousled, grey t-shirt hanging loose over gym shorts. One brow arched as he took in the sight of her still sitting in the tub, dazed and damp.

Well, well,” he teased gently. “Ya know, I usually have to bribe you with champagne and scented candles to catch you like this.

Bella gave a small, weary smile, leaning on her arms on the side of the tub with a tired smirk. “Guess you lucked out.

Mal stepped inside, bare feet quiet on the tile. He grabbed a fluffy towel from the warmer, unfurling it with a practiced flick.

Come on, love. You’ll turn into a prune if you stay in there much longer.

She let him pull her up — water sluicing off her skin, the towel cocooning her in warmth. For a moment, he simply held her there, strong arms wrapped around her, chin resting atop her damp hair.

You okay?” he asked softly.

Bella exhaled, her voice small against his chest. “Maybe a little jet lagged but...I had a dream… or something. Saw what life would’ve been like if I’d never taken that chance. If I’d stayed safe.

Mal kissed the crown of her head. “Well it goes without saying but safe is overrated.

She tilted her face up, meeting his gaze — blue eyes twinkling, lips curved in that signature half-grin. God, she loved him.

I wouldn’t have met you,” she whispered. “Wouldn’t have this life. Wouldn’t have Máire.

Mal smirked. “A tragic loss for the world, really. Imagine — no me.

Bella snorted, swatting his chest lightly. “You’re such an ass sometimes.

Ya married me, mo chroí. Your choice.

Her smile faded, replaced by something more solemn. She rested her palm against his cheek, thumb brushing the stubble just above his full beard there.

Thank you,” she said softly. “For taking that chance on me. For seeing me… when I didn’t even know who I was meant to be yet.

Mal’s eyes softened, mischief giving way to something deeper. “I’d do it a thousand times over. You never had to be anyone but yourself, Bells. And you’ve always been more than enough.

A long pause settled between them, thick with unspoken truths.

Then Bella drew in a steadying breath. “Also, I’ve made a decision.

Mal tilted his head, watching her carefully.

As much as I want to give Máire a little brother or sister… as much as that’s still in my heart…” Her voice grew steadier, conviction rising. “I need to go back. To the ring. To this fight. It’s who I am, Mal. And I can’t walk away from it. Not yet.

For a beat, Mal said nothing — simply searching her gaze. Then a slow, knowing smile tugged at his lips.

I know.” He cupped her face in both hands, leaning his forehead to hers. “And I’ll be with you every step of the way. Just like always.

Bella’s eyes glistened. “You sure you want to deal with this crazy life again?

Mal chuckled. “Love, I live for it. And I live for you. Go light the world on fire — I’ll be right there to cheer ya on… and to catch ya when ye need it.

She surged up, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss — gratitude, love, and promise all tangled in that single moment.

When they finally parted, breathless, Mal grinned wickedly. “Now — since I did catch you in the tub lookin’ like a goddess…” He waggled his brows. “How ‘bout I carry you to bed and we start makin’ those future tag-team partners?

Bella laughed, swatting him again — though her cheeks flushed deliciously pink.

Down, O’Connell.

He scooped her up anyway, bridal style, towel and all.

No promises, love. But I’ll follow your lead.

Their laughter echoed through the house as Mal carried her out of the bathroom — toward whatever fate had in store next.



"And where I’m meant to be…...is standing over the broken ego of Mercedes Vargas, Internet Championship in my hands — again."

~*~Rules of Engagement: "Fate’s a Fickle Bitch"~*~

It all fades in — Bella Madison, damp hair, hoodie on, sitting on the edge of the tub in their master bathroom. Face calm, eyes sharp — no smile, no softness. Voice cold.

"You know what the funny thing is about fate?"

"She gives you just enough rope to hang yourself. She lets you think there are other roads you could’ve taken — safer ones, quieter ones. Ones where you stay behind a desk and let the world pass you by."

"But here’s what I realized — no matter what road I could’ve chosen? They all lead me right back to this fight. Right back to this ring. Right back to this moment."

Her gaze lifts into the camera, eyes steady as stone.

"And thanks to our glorious Queen Alexandra...I come right back to you, Mercedes Vargas."

"Let’s not waste any time here."

"You took the Bombshell Internet Championship from me. That part’s true. But the story you’ve been telling ever since? That’s where the fiction starts."

"You didn’t outwrestle me. You didn’t expose me. You didn’t ‘put an end to my reign of terror’ — or whatever bullshit you’re peddling this week."

"You caught me on a night where I was off. A night where the weight of the division sat heavy on my shoulders. And now? You’ve made the mistake of thinking that one match defines who I am."

"That one match defines this fight."

Her voice tightens — ice creeping in.

"It doesn’t."

"Because since then, you’ve been really comfortable. Real loud. Real smug behind your keyboard — spitting out the same tired catchphrases and one-liners you’ve been using for the past decade."

*"‘Legend.’"
*"‘Hall of Famer.’"
"‘Record holder.’"

Bella smirks, the expression sharp and bitter.

"Do you know what those words sound like now, Vargas?"

"They sound like excuses."

"They sound like the armor you wear so no one asks the real questions."

"Like: what have you done lately that matters?"

"What have you done in this division that means something, other than collecting belts like trinkets in a dying career?"

"You talk about the Bombshell Internet Championship like it’s your throne. Like you own this place now. But deep down? You and I both know you needed me having a bad night to make that happen."

"You needed the perfect storm to drag that title off my waist — because when I’m sharp? When I’m dialed in? You can’t fucking touch me."

"That’s why you talk so much now. Because you’re scared. Because you know I’m coming. And this time? I’m coming with nothing left to lose — and everything to take back."

She leans forward slightly, her voice dropping lower — venom in every word.

"And let’s talk about the little game you’ve been playing on Twitter/X/Whatever the fuck you call that cesspool. The constant jabs. The passive-aggressive bullshit. The constant need to remind everyone who you used to be, instead of showing who you are now."

"You spend more time clinging to the past than building the future. You think you’re keeping yourself relevant, Vargas. You’re not. You’re just proving how desperate you are to matter."

"See, the real ones in this division? We don’t have to remind anyone what we’ve done — because we’re too busy doing it again."

"We’re too busy building legacies that can’t be torn down by one fluke win. And that’s where you and I are different."

"You can have your hashtags. Your highlight reels. Your record book stats. And honestly you can fucking shove them up your tight ass. Because when the lights go up and that bell rings? None of that’s going to stop me from dropping you flat on your back. None of that’s going to stop me from taking that title back.

"I want you to get used to the term “Transitional Champion” because that’s exactly what you are about to be. And here’s the part that should really keep you up at night: I don’t even care about padding my own résumé anymore."

"I don’t care about the number of reigns. About what some Hall of Fame plaque will say someday."

"I care about shutting people like you the fuck up."

"I care about fighting for this division — so that it’s not run by bitter veterans clinging to faded glory, but by wrestlers who are hungry, who are driven, who are still building something real."

"Because make no mistake — you are not the future of this division. You’re the ghost of a past that needs to be put to rest."

"And I’m the one holding the shovel."

Her hands flex, eyes burning now.

"You should’ve known better, Vargas. You should’ve known that running your mouth the way you have was only going to piss me off. You should’ve known that giving me a reason to focus this fire? To lock in and come after you with everything I’ve got left? Was signing your own damn death warrant."

"Because now?"

"This isn’t about winning a belt."

"It’s about proving a point."

"It’s about ripping away every excuse you’ve been hiding behind — and leaving you with nothing but the harsh truth staring back at you."

"That you’re not the measuring stick anymore. You’re just a stepping stone on my way to the top. Again."

She leans in — tone pure ice.

"And when I’m standing over you with that title back around my waist?"

"I want you to remember every smug tweet. Every backhanded comment. Every time you thought your legacy made you untouchable."

"Because none of it will matter."

"Because you? You’ll just be another broken name on my list."

"And me? I’ll be standing right where fate always meant me to be — holding that championship high."

"And Vargas — when that moment comes? I don’t want your respect. I don’t want your handshake. I don’t even want your apology. I want you to look me in the eyes… and know that I was the one who ended this little fantasy run of yours."

"I want you to know that I didn’t come back to reclaim my spot — I came back to bury you under it."

"I’m here to walk into that ring and tear the Bombshell Internet Championship out of your hands."

"I’m here to become a three-time Internet Champion — not because I need some God damn validation, but because I’m done letting greedy caddy bitches like you prop themselves up on MY name."

"You have no idea what’s coming for you, Mercedes. Because I have absolutely fucking had it with the noise. With the so-called ‘legends’ who treat this division like their personal playground while the rest of us are out here fighting for every inch."

"You’ve coasted long enough. You got your spotlight off my back — now it’s time for me to take everything from you."

Leaning in — voice a low, cold growl now.

"And when I’m standing over you with that title raised, when you’re left lying in the middle of that ring with nothing but excuses and empty words to cling to? I want you to remember this, Vargas — fate put me here. Right where I’m meant to be — DIRECTLY in your path. Dead in my sights."

Pause. One last look, unwavering.

"And you should’ve stayed the hell out of mine. Because this time? I’m not leaving empty-handed. And you? You’re not walking out at all."

"Because fate? She’s a fickle bitch."

"And this time? She’s standing in my corner."

"See you soon, legend."

"Try not to choke on it."

Fade to black.
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Climax Control Archives / NO ROOM FOR DRAMA
« Last post by Andrew on June 06, 2025, 09:15:40 PM »
NO ROOM FOR DRAMA

Narrator:  It looks like Bea is going to enjoy her upcoming match at Climax Control 426 as she is in the opening match and the opening match of wrestling events are the matches that usually set the tone for the entire event. Bea’s opponent is Kate Steele who has been, in the past anyway, a good player in the wrestling ring. However there is some background stuff going on with Kate which I honestly don’t have all the information I need so that I could comment on them so I will end my comments here and Bea can pick up the comments to give her perspective on her match against Kate Steele for Climax Control 426.

The scene shifts from the Narrator to a panning shot of Prescott Valley, Arizona. When they are done panning around the area the Network switches to the feed from another camera which is already set up in the hotel room of Bea Barnhart. Bea is accompanied by her husband, and fellow Sin City Wrestling wrestler, Bill Barnhart. When the light on the camera goes on indicating the camera person is live broadcasting Bill and Bea take a seat on the couch in the hotel room. Bea is wearing one of her trademarked dresses she wears when serving as the Manager for Bill and Felix and Bill is in casual attire of blue jeans and a pullover grey shirt.

Bea:  Thank you for joining me for the lead up to Climax Control 426 where I have the opening match against Kate Steele. I will comment to her shortly but I wanted to make sure everyone watches knows my Husband, Bill Barnhart, is so Bill could you make a few opening comments?

Bill:  Of course Bea. I am Bill Barnhart and I am one of the wrestlers in Sin City Wrestling. I am blessed to have Bea in my life both as my wife and my Manager. And for the benefit of you viewing our comments you need to know that I don’t go to ringside and work at Bea’s Manager. I am a wrestler and I don’t care to do the Manager thing. Bea will be on her own against Kate Steel but Bea is going to easily defeat Kate and return Kate to her previous retirement status.

Bea:  I would like to start my comments by stating that I always find it interesting when a wrestler leaves the sport of wrestling then returns some time down the way. Kate perhaps left the sport of wrestling may have left the sport of wrestling due to not be able to compete well against the other wrestlers. Some wresters leave the sport of wrestling due to injuries they sustained in the wrestling ring then they try to make a comeback and that usually fails to turn out well. Others, like you Kate, seem to have gotten into some sort of issue with the Owners of Sin City Wrestling. The way I read the comments placed on the card it took some intense negotiating with Mark Ward and Christian Underwood to come to somewhat of an agreement to allow you back into Sin City Wrestling. So tell me Kate what did you really do that ticked Management off against you that caused you to leave the sport of wrestling? What did you really do to tick off Management that it took intense negotiations between Mark and Christian to finally allow you back into the Federation? To be honest with you the real reason, or reasons, you left Sin City Wrestling, then asked to come back, and it took major negotiating between Mark and Chris, to finally allow you back, is none of my business, but beating you down in our match and sending you back into retirement is on my bucket list for our match.

Bill:  Damn Bea! I thought I was the one with the hard-hitting comments, digs, and insults on opponents.

Bea:  I learned from the best, Bill, as I learned from you. I know we are in the middle of airing comments for Climax Control 426 but we have a previously scheduled video call with Felix Hernandez. The video call will be short. Felix returned to Athens, Georgia, and right now he is at our home in Lawrenceville, Georgia, to visit with our English Bulldog Iris. So please excuse the interruption to my comments on my upcoming match as we spend a little bit of time with Iris and Felix and of course our neighbor Andrew who takes care of Iris when we are traveling with Sin City Wrestling.

Bea is in her video call app on her laptop computer and she connects with the laptop that Iris is using, with the help of Andrew and Felis, at home in Lawrenceville, Georgia.

Bea:  Okay Iris this is how this call is going to go. I want you to sit quietly for now while I talk with Uncle Andrew and Uncle Felix to find out how things have been going while we are on tour. I might ask you follow-up questions later if there appears to be any contradiction in what has been discussed. I will start with you, Andrew, since you are a trusted neighbor in Lawrenceville, Georgia, and you are the caregiver for Iris when we are away on wrestling tours.

Andrew:  Go ahead Bea.

Bea:  Did Senor Vinnie send Pete the Cactus to Lawrenceville, Georgia, to spend time with Iris and did he and Iris behave?

Andrew:  Yes Pete had a very nice visit with Iris and Iris enjoyed having Pete for the visit. The two of them behaved and when it was bed time they slept in different rooms. Pete took a flight back to his home after his two day visit. All is good.

Bea:  How about you Felix? Since you arrived back in Georgia and you are there visiting Iris how do you feel Iris is doing.

Felix:  Pete had already returned home when I came to visit Iris. I can tell Iris is perked up by the visit from Pete. Iris is glowing and she has stars in her eyes so she is doing very well. Andrew is a blessing for you two and Iris for him to take care of her as well as he does.

Bea:  Thanks Felix for the feedback. And thanks Andrew for taking care of Iris for us. When there is a break in our wrestling assignments the one who has the break will come home to you for a visit like what Uncle Felix just did. You have been a good girl Iris so I do not need to go over anything with you at this time.

Bea ends her video call with Iris and she returns her attention to the camera to continue with her comments for her upcoming match against Kate Steele.

Bea:  So, Kate, let me run down a bit of Sin City Wrestling history for you so that you know who and what you are dealing with in our match. There was another wrestler in Sin City Wrestling who was all up in everyone’s face spewing bullshit of how great a wrestler she was. Her name? Violet Amelia Holt. How many matches did I have against Violet you may be wondering? I had six matches with the sixth match being a Mixed Tag Team event with me and Bill facing off against Violet and her tag team partner. Kate out of those six matches I had against Violet Amelia Holt can you take a guess how many of those matches I won? Oh. . . come on…please take a guess. No? I figured you would probably chicken out. Of those six matches I had against Violet Amelia Holt I won SIX of those matches. And, Kate, can you guess how many of those matches against Violet I won by submission or knockout? Huh? What? Again you don’t want to guess? I won ALL SIX of those matches by submission or knockout. Then what happens? I end up not getting assigned to matches for the Bombshell Roulette Championship which is the Championship I really wanted to obtain. Yes you heard me correctly. Even after obtaining win after win after win in Roulette Rules matches I was not assigned to a Roulette Championship match before they gave a shot to Violet Amelia Holt. But there is a silver lining to the story. I am still active in wrestling and Violet hasn’t been heard from in years. That tells you all you have to know.

Bill:  Damn Bea! You sure are in total bitch mode leading up to your match with Kate Steele.

Bea:  Yes I am and yes I will run over Kate like I ran over Violet Amelia Holt.

Bill:  Let the viewers know what you are thinking leading up to this match.

Bea:  I honestly don’t know why Kate left Sin City Wrestling. I have no idea if it was due to misconduct, or injury, or something else. I will state that if it took significant discussions between Management officials to finally come to an agreement whether to allow Kate back into Sin City Wrestling then that says a hell of a lot. That makes me believe that one of the Management persons didn’t want Kate back and the other one wanted her back. So I make the assumption that I am the person they selected to take Kate on in her return match. That makes me feel good that Management thinks that well of me. Although our match is a Standard Rules match there is always a chance that Management might change it to a Hardcore Rules match, or some other really difficult match, which allows me to show off my all-around abilities in the wrestling ring.

Bill:  Are you planning to present any direct comments to Kate or are you keeping your comments as general in nature?

Bea:  Oh, Bill, you know me well enough to know that I am going into full-blown in-your-face bitch mode on Kate for our match!

Bill:  I knew you would do that but I still wanted to ask  you the question so that my question to you and your answer are officially on record.

Bea flashes a huge smile into the camera, then she gives two thumbs up, then Bea goes into her comments for the benefit of Kate Steele. Bea raises one finger into the camera to indicate her first item she will relate to Kate.

Bea:  Oh, Kate, how I would hate to be in your shoes in this match facing me as you are going to be so humiliated after I beat you down and defeat you that you will go off into retirement again. I told you about my experience of having faced Violet Amelia Holt in 6 matches. I defeated her every time with a submission or knockout. And, Kate, I already informed you that for me to accomplish those six wins, and still not get a shot at the Bombshell Roulette Championship right away, makes me want to destroy you and hopefully Management will place me back into the Roulette Championship contendership.

Bea looks intently into the camera and she holds up two fingers to indicate the second item she will relate to Kate.

Bea:  Kate I will admit that I don’t have the best win-loss record in Sin City Wrestling and that is okay. The reason I am in Sin City Wrestling is that I enjoy the sport of wrestling. I have faced some of the top names in Sin City Wrestling and several times I have defeated those so-called undefeatable Bombshells who feel they cannot be defeated. Now you come out of retirement and get a match against me. I have no clue if Management just threw you in this match with me or if they wanted you to be assigned against me so that they can amuse themselves while I destroy you and win our match. We will find out the answer to that on Sunday.

Bea now holds up three fingers to indicate the third item she will relate to Kate.

Bea:  Kate you know that I am a good wrestler. You know that I prefer making opponents submit rather than just pinning them for the win. You know that I can take the hits and send them back to my opponents with more force and pain than my opponents can do to me. Think about that before you step into the ring with me on Sunday.

Bea holds up four fingers this time to designate the fourth item she will relate to Kate.

Bea:  The fourth item I want to bring to your attention is that I am coming into our match at 5 feet 5 inches and 130 pounds and you are coming into our match at 5 feet 2 inches and 110 pounds. With my 3 inches of height over you and 20 pounds more weight than you gives me the advantage and I will use my advantage to quickly defeat you in our match.  Another thing I thought of was that with your ring rust from being out of wrestling action for so long is going to hurt you in our match. Maybe you hit the gym now and then to get ready to return to active wrestling but maybe you didn’t but honestly. It honestly doesn’t matter as I will easily defeat you anyway.

Bea looks again into the camera and this time with a huge smile of success on her face as she will deliver the fifth item she wants to say to Kate Steele.

Bea:  Kate I realize that someone like you with the name Steele probably believes they are unbreakable, they are durable, and they are strong. I can make the assumption that not having wrestled in a long time that you are trying to use every term and example to try to get everyone to believe that you are not damaged goods. Although your name is STEELE and you want to try to portray yourself to the world as a wrestler who is as strong and durable as steel there is a problem with your reasoning. Steele is not an item you simply find in the ground. It is made by combining IRON and CARBON so that it is classified as an ALLOY and not a pure metal. That is where you are thinking along the wrong line. Since steel is primarily composed of Iron and Carbon the Iron reacts with Oxygen and water that means is forms rust which is called Iron Oxide. This, straight up, is corrosion. The main way you can attempt to get ride of the rust would be to grind the steel item down to get rid of the rust but that also causes the main portion of the steel item to get so worn down that it is no longer strong and useful. After you reach the point where you can no longer grind away the rust, but still have a viable piece of steel, you have something that is, in reality, weak and useless. That’s the perfect description of you Kate. You are rusted up. You tried to remove the rust. In the process of trying to remove the rust, you weakened yourself to where you are no longer useful. Man that must make you feel like crap! HAR HAR HAR!!!

Bea roars with laughter until she can regain her composure.

Bill:  Well stated Bea! Is there anything else you want to present for the benefit or insult of Kate Steele or are you done with your comments for today?

Bea:  I am done with my comments for today. I believe Kate heard enough to make her want to go back into hiding but that’s okay. I do not have any sympathy for her returning to active wrestling with the description of her being DAMAGED GOODS as I plan on damaging the goods even further. That’s all I have to say for now.

Bill motions to the camera person and tells them that since Bea is done presenting her comments for her upcoming match that they can cut their camera feed now. The camera person informs the Network that they are ready to cut their camera feed. The Network tells them to cut their camera feed and when they do the Network returns to broadcasting the normally scheduled programming for this time slot.

98
I told you to believe me.
I told you I would do exactly what I said I would.
I am the Blast From the Past winner.

Boy it’s really quiet all of a sudden. I was a pretender. I wasn’t ready. I was manufactured chaos. I was all bark and no bite. I was just a rookie.

Where did all that noise go?

Because I didn’t just sneak out a win, I didn’t roll someone up from behind, I didn’t steal a pin after someone else did the damage. Oh. no. I dropped Mikah with the Ode to Amber Ryan, and gave Laura the Black River Falls and pinned Laura in the middle of the ring. No excuses, no ifs ands or buts.

And now, I have a date at Summer XXXtreme on a cruise ship. A dance partner for that evening. Kayla Richards.

But, that comes in due time.

Because I have some pointless busy work to do until then.

Just like my high school days.

Oh yes, we’re just getting started on my journey.

Shall I continue?

You’ll love this next part.



The worst part about High school is that it just doesn’t end.

It all starts there. A life-long stigma can be attached to you there. You are judged there, labeled there. And it just keeps going. Long after you graduate or leave school, people remember you. We don’t do middle school or elementary school reunions, we do high school ones. Why? There’s no difference, except for literally pettiness. Do you really care about people from your high school? No. No you don’t.

And why?

Because no matter who you are, or where you went to school, you meet and have to deal with the same like 8 people from high school all through life.

I like to label people.

The One-upper. You know, that person that when you tell a story, they have to top your story for no reason? They always have to do one better?
The Two-face. The ones that smile in your face and the moment you are out of sight, they shit on you to everyone in earshot.
The Brown-noser.
The person who never mentally leaves high school.

The list goes on and on. The names, faces, and sometimes genders of these people swap. But… they never go away. You just become more perceptive of them in high school. They persist throughout your life.

Forget the whole thing with the classes being even worse. Because I don’t know about you, but pre-calculus can suck a dick. And I’m never going to write anything and use feminine lens. Why? Because it’s just busy work. It’s impractical. Useless. All the while, you are dealing with the drama of high school classmates whose brains don’t understand risk/reward. This is why we are fucking lunatics as teenagers.

That's because, by design, the teenage brain is built in such a way that impressing other people is more or less the prime imperative, and when you combine this with the thrill of risk-taking, their brains are flooded with excitement. They literally get high off it. In general, this is a good thing for the continuation of the species since, you know, otherwise kids would never move out of their parents' basements and into the real world full of STDs and paperwork.

Know the right people, get ahead in life. Nothing else, just know them. And occasionally, do something ridiculous to get ahead.

And it just goes on like this. High School never ends.
It’s why I didn’t finish it until I understood that lesson.





When Middle school ended, The school was still in mourning over Spencer. He even got a memorial with his class picture on it outside the school.

I had to walk by it everyday. It sucked to have to look at his smiling face and know that, perhaps I had something to do with why he wasn’t here anymore, but I certainly didn’t need a reminder of it.

From all the stories I read about things on Reddit about terrible high school first days and all these awful things that would happen to a freshman, I expected the worst to hit me and I was going to be bullied and shoved in a locker and have my lunch money taken and stuff like that.

None of it happened.

Nobody cared that I was in the high school building. Nobody even noticed me. Those who were sophomores or higher paid me little to no attention. I did have a bit of a reputation as being smart, or a “nerd” but… this was a charter school that called itself an “Academy of Science” So, pretentiousness was already running pretty rampant here anyway.

No, most days went off without any issues. It was the same people from before who knew me, but now we were in the high school building. I just did the things I always did. As anxious as I was about high school, my freshman year was a breeze. I never really had trouble with any class, other than staying awake because most of the shit was boring.

But I also encountered teachers who really… they really stopped giving a shit. Elementary and middle school had teachers who were bright eyed and bushy-tailed about teaching and helping students and relating to them. The teachers in the high school building really just stopped caring, mostly because, I mean, this is 2015, everybody has a phone and people just up and quit the school because they can make money on Youtube and not have to do anything. Anything you really needed to know, you could just look up anyway.  We’re in the era where “Google that shit” became a rational answer to asking a question.

We destroyed knowledge.

So why would the teachers care?

I got my taste of that when I sat down in my freshman Global history class. My teacher, Ms. Stevens, who shared that fake smile that so many people share. The one where we’re polite to the person we dislike until they are out of earshot. It was snarky. It was sassy.

The bell rang, she closed the door and sat down.

Good afternoon class, this is Global history 1. I’m Ms. Stevens. We’re going to be more in depth on the early civilizations and we’re going to cover a wide range of history across the world.” She had clearly given the speech a time or twenty.

"This course is broken into 10 units. The stone and bronze age, the iron age, post-classical and middle ages, the crusades, the ottoman empire, the ming dynasty, the transformations of Europe, Africa, the pre-1600 US, and global conflict. There will be a unit test at the end covering the important topics.”

The indifference from most hit hard.

“I will be honest with you, the information in this class will only interest a few of you. While it is important, it’s not relevant to most of you. In fact, it would not surprise me if most of you skipped this class. And I honestly wouldn’t blame you.” She said with a shrug.

“You have to pass the class, so I suggest showing up and trying. But, if you skip, it’s no skin off my back.” she added.

There she was, actively encouraging skipping the class like it wasn’t a big deal. But in a way, she was giving everyone the option and telling them the truth. History can be fun, but it isn’t until you get to the holy wars and explorers and how batshit crazy was in medieval times that it gets that way. And it takes a long time to get there.

So, it was a trek through for like 5 months until it got actually interesting.

Math was Algebra and some Geometry. Nobody likes algebra. It just isn’t fun and is just a huge pain in the ass. Nobody enjoys adding and subtracting fucking fractions. The less said about it, the better.

English class suffers the most in the school system. You really don’t get a lot out of it. Book reports, interpreting the same way a teacher interprets it or you are wrong. Everybody reads “To Kill A Mockingbird”, “1984” or “Lord of the Flies”, but there isn’t much in the way of discussion and actively going over the important things and knowing why things happen. It makes us, as people, not want to read.

Even if your school assigns a hilarious and subversive book like Catch-22, it's going to be hard for you to really fall in love with it, because you're not thinking, "Let's check out this book!" You're thinking, "Shit, I have to read three chapters by Wednesday and there's gonna be a quiz about it." School puts reading three chapters of an amazing book in the same mental category of memorizing history dates and trying to crack calculus problems.

And that’s really because school, and high school especially, makes everything feel like you need it. “You don’t need to understand it, you just need to know the answers to this quiz.”

The one saving grace I had was science. Biology was fun. Labs were interesting.

I remember being in Biology and learning about human anatomy and how things evolve and it was super interesting. Labs were always fun, playing with bunsen burners always drew my excitement. I mean, I got to look at bacteria and learn how antibiotics work. I got to learn how to figure out a person’s blood type. The shit was interesting to me. It made me want to learn more.

And then, our lab was dissecting a frog.

Pop culture always has this one, and yes, I did it.

I remember that day well.

My lab partner for all these was a girl named Jennifer Jolie and she was kind of a stoner. She really didn’t contribute much in any way and many times wasn’t even there. But I was there. I was ready for it.

My teacher, Mr. Riley, was quirky. He was older and spent many, many classes talking about his Military service and how he didn’t like it. He was a hippie at heart and hated wearing a dress shirt and tie, but he did it, because that was his job.

“Oh, but the way, I know some of you may be adverse to doing this. So, this is entirely voluntary. There will be another lab next week that will count as this lab. And if you are doing this lab and still want to do the lab next week, it will be extra credit.”

He passed out the frogs in our lab with a smile.

This was one of the days I worked alone. I looked at my frog as we began. Step by step, I cut up that frog and I was maybe enjoying it too much. I wanted to see everything inside of the frog. I wanted to go ahead of the steps. I wanted to just go to town and cut this frog up, but there was a process. I followed along and before I knew it, I was pulling the skin off and cutting through the abdomen and finding all the organs and muscles and it just hooked me.

Little did I know just how much it would be with me in the future.

But yeah, freshman year was a breeze.

Sophomore year was where I encountered my first real hiccup when it came to learning.

Maybe it’s because I don’t like math, but all of a sudden radicals and exponential forms confused me. I could not understand this, and my general disdain for math clearly was affecting how I went about trying to figure it out. It was one of those things that I knew I had to learn, but didn’t want to. But the trouble was annoying.

I went to my teacher, Mr. Hodder after a class.

“I’m just not getting this.” I said, pointing at the paper with the homework questions on it.

Mr. Hodder would assign homework and give you 5 questions. He would then ask at the beginning of class each day if anyone had any questions about any of the problems as he wrote the answers on the chalkboard. Most students would simply take advantage of this and write his answers before handing their homework in. Mr. Hodder appeared to not really care.

“You know, you can just copy my answers.” He said with a completely deadpan reaction.

“Yes, I could, but I don’t learn anything that way.” I answered.

Mr. Hodder looked at me for a second, and then laughed. Like, full out loud belly laugh. He thought I was joking. He stopped after I stared at him in disbelief.

“You know you don’t really need to know this stuff, right?” He said, again dead serious.

I continued to stare at this man who was my teacher, just so done with everything. I walked away and from that moment, I really stopped giving a shit about school outside of science. English was lame, Math sucked, and I found out when it came to History classes that the best shit was in all the books that weren’t my history book.

I became interested in other things, and finally, my hormones really kicked into high gear and I got my boobs to grow. Without my mother being able to help me, I again turned to the internet to figure out the development stages of life. I developed an interest in boys, though as I observed most high school relationships were strained at best and cringe-worthy at worst.

Until I found myself attracted to a boy.

He was tall, but not too tall. He had long hair and tattoos. I think that’s what did it for me, the tattoos. It made him look cool, and dangerous. He was a junior. I was smitten.

His name was Eddie.

The only problem was, Eddie had a girlfriend. Missy Egan. They seemed to be in love and care for each other. I saw them over and over walking the hallways, holding hands, and even kissing. It made me very upset. I don’t know why I was like this, I knew only that this wasn’t going to do. No, this wouldn’t do at all.

I came up with a plan to break them up. I got Missy’s socials, and created multiple fake accounts, all following each other to create a network of people. I created fake screenshots of DM’s displaying Eddie messaging other girls and trying to hook up with them. I sent them to Missy and I backed myself up with all my accounts.

And then they broke up.

Eddie was caught off guard because Missy brought these screenshots to school, and confronted him in front of everyone. Crying and acting hysterical. Eddie got angry, constantly denying the accusations, and they got into a huge fight. Everything went according to plan. Eddie was angry and hurt, and Missy went on slandering his name to everyone, making Eddie a pariah.

And that’s when I made my move.

I found Eddie outside the school at lunch, smoking in a corner where there was no camera. I sat near him as he paid me no mind. I looked over at him and smiled.

“I don’t think you’re a bad guy. I think Missy is crazy.”

He looked at me, unsure if I was serious, but perked up when he say I was.

“Yeah, thanks I guess.”

“I’m Frankie.”

“I’m Eddie.”

I love it when a plan comes together.




You know, I should be on top of the world right now.
But instead, I just feel like this is more busy work.

Victoria Lyons.

I thought this was over and done with?

Why are we still doing this whole “queen” thing?

It’s like a terrible video game where you only have a set amount of archetypes to choose from. Is “Queen” like the default one? Or it is "Crazy"? Why are people still on this? Do you have a crown too Victoria? Jesus Christ, Is this just like some kind of sick joke that I’m just not in on? I don’t understand this. At all.

So, Victoria, you were queen or you are queen and that’s just dumb. You are dumb. I still can't believe that this is a thing still. How many more queens do I have to go through before this just ends? I can’t even begin to tell you how disappointing this is.

This is just like a DLC or something, because you also fancy yourself crazy? You also talk to yourself, and weirdly call your brother “dear brother”. You are just a mis-mash of things hoping that something somewhere makes somebody pay attention to you. But hey, you do you, I guess. Not that it will matter in a few weeks time anyway.

Yes, Victoria, at the end of all this, I’m going to change you too. I will slap you so hard upside the head that maybe the voices will come back in your head, but the only voice you really need to listen to is mine. You do understand that no matter what you have accomplished, or will accomplish, what you represent, is failure. The Lyon’s Den will always just be a group of people, trying to prop up something that doesn’t even deserve to be propped up. You understand that no one really takes the Lyon’s den seriously, right?

I mean, I’ve only been in Sin City Wrestling for like a month, and I have heard so many people mocking the Lyon’s Den, and some of them will even do it to your face. At the end of the day, the Lyon’s Den is a lost cause and if you were smart, you would leave it all behind. You would stand on your own and make your own name instead of trying to build up this failing entity.

The only successful members are you, and Eddie. You two could stand alone and still be the Lyon’s Den, because the rest of them are dragging you down. That’s the real issue. Everything you do, it’s all in the name of the group. But I mean, it looks like nobody else is pulling their weight. This is why you should leave. Get away from that group and maybe, just maybe someone might care. You know that you’re giving these people every opportunity you can, and they have given you zero in Sin City Wrestling. They are taking up space when you are on camera. The focus becomes whatever the hell your brother is talking about because you give him that power. You give him that space.

Too bad he sucks too.

Anyway, You, Victoria, should be able to stand on your own and be somebody. But instead, you’re just… part of the Lyon’s den.

It’s supposed to be all for one and one for all or something, isn’t it? Instead it just feels like it’s you, dragging this failed group as far as you can, and it’s weighing you down. You need to be set free, Victoria.

But if you want to hang around with losers, you will be labeled a loser.

Oh, I know, I know, you are the Roulette champion. You’ve been champion for almost a year! You should be respected! I should respect you!

News flash: I don’t respect many people. Especially if they are standing across from me in the ring and trying to stop me from doing what needs to be done.

But more importantly, that should garner respect. It is an accomplishment worth talking about. It is something you should be proud of and people should be acknowledging. You would be correct in assuming all of those things, because they are true. No one has done what you have done and no one has been able to take that  title off you. You should be a big deal.

But nobody cares.

You’re just the chick in the Lyon’s den who thinks she’s a queen and might be crazy and some other stuff.

Weren’t you supposed to be leading a “new generation” of people and “waking up the masses”? What happened to that? I mean, if you just wanted to win a championship and call that “leading” that leaves a lot to be desired. No one is “waking up” to Lyon's Den, Victoria. They just don’t care.

I mean, I walked into this company a month ago, and beat champions, hall of farmers and legends. I hold victories over 7 people in 3 different matches. I came in and rose straight to the top. I am the winner of the Blast from the Past. In 3 matches, I am further along than you. I have a guaranteed world Bombshell’s championship match at Summer XXXtreme, and you will probably be in some match where you’re dangling over a pool to keep your title, if you still have it by then.

We are not the same, Victoria.

And you know why that is? Because I stand on my own, and you have several anchors tied to your ass dragging you down.

The Lyon’s Den is a joke. You should walk away before you turn into a total caricature of a person.

Which isn't far off from what I’ve seen.

You’re going around thinking you’re a queen and have total authority over people.
You had a throne and everything.
People openly defied this, because they didn’t take you seriously.
And you are… upset about it. Like really mad that someone broke your throne which is a decoration at best.

This is just me, with my own eyes, observing you. Most queens, or kings, if they know what they’re doing, rule with an iron fist. You haven’t. Nobody respects your fictitious authority. No matter how long you have held or will hold the Roulette championship. And they never will.

Now, this is where I could have stepped in and helped you. In fact, I am helping you right now! I’m opening your eyes to the truth. You need to stand alone and ditch the Lyon’s den before it ruins everything more than it has.

Of course, why would you listen to me, right? What do I know?

I could be just filling your head with nonsense to distract you.

But am I?

You seem distracted as it is.

The mere fact that you have some weird obsession with the whole queen thing to the point where you think I’m some kind of mercenary working for Alexandra Callaway is laughable at best. I don’t work for anybody. I wasn’t going to really bother with you, but the fact that you think this way has now changed the whole dynamic. Now I’m actually glad I was picked for this match. Now you aren’t the pointless busy work that I thought. You are now just lucky that this isn’t a championship match. Because I would be taking the Roulette title from you. Alexandra made the match, and made it a street fight, allowing me the freedom to beat you with whatever I see fit. Alexandra just knows I’m going to do so and would very much like to see you in pain, which I find quite humorous.

You see how doing this made you so many enemies, Victoria? And who from the Lyon’s Den is going to help you in this match? None of them. You can say all you want that you don’t need them, because you’re going to “kill my momentum” all by yourself, right?

The truth is… you can’t.

All a win does for you is give you a check mark in a column. It means zero to the overall picture. You can’t take away my championship match with Kayla. You can’t stop anything besides an undefeated record of 3-0. And really, that’s not all that impressive. What I have earned, you cannot take away. But that part is irrelevant anyway, because I'm going to beat you, just like I beat Mikah, Just like I beat Julianna, just like I did Lilith and Laura. You are no different. Another person to move out of the way.

In the grand scheme of things I’m just, really another piece on the table in your game with Alexandra. But I’m not a knight, bishop or rook on this chessboard. I’m just a pawn.

But you see, the pawn can become any piece it wants to be, provided it makes it to the other side of the board. And I’m only a couple of moves away from it. And there’s nothing you can do to stop that. I will make that next move and become a more powerful piece. You just have to watch as it’s done. You're a queen piece and you are in danger. You didn’t see the move that’s going to take you off the board because you were too busy looking to see what you could take.

A classic mistake.

And so, on Sunday, I will make the move and take you off the board. Because that’s how this works, Victoria. You will be removed, no longer a threat to me, and I will leave you to wonder what happened. And the reality is, I’m doing you a favor by doing so. You wanted to lead a new generation and wake up the masses, right? It’s safe to say that you failed at that, and you need to be replaced.

And that’s what I’m here to do.

I’m going to change you, and free you of that burden. You are no longer fit to lead anything. This is my job. It’s my mission. It’s what I’m doing. That’s the truth. I am the leader. You have shown you can’t lead. You are much better off being a follower. And who better to follow than me! I am the future!

I have a plan. I’m changing this whole place and at the end of the day, I will re-shape you and everyone else to how I see fit. You will no longer have to worry about any of it, because it is clearly too much for you to handle. You can’t even be queen correctly. Leading everyone is not the task for you. It will be better this way.

And then I will relieve you of the burden of your group. You can freely leave the Lyon’s Den ship before it sinks, and stand on your own. Because the alternative is not an option you really want to explore. Because it will just make you a victim of repeating history.

Kings and Queens who don’t rule with an iron fist, and ensure they are in charge and have all their bases covered? Eventually, revolution happens and those in authority are deposed. They are overthrown and then exiled. Or… they are executed. Happens all the time. Consider this your show trail, Victoria. You’re already guilty of the crimes committed, and we will all go through the motions, and then… you will be dealt with.

Is that what you want, Victoria? I don’t think it is. You have options. But I know, your pride will cause you to be a fool and try and stop me.

You can’t stop a revolution. You can’t stop evolution.

And Sunday, that point will be made painfully clear to you.

Just think about what I said. Think about what you could be.
Or don’t. And suffer the consequences. I don’t mind a little blood on my hands. It wouldn’t be the first time.

The choice is yours. It’s not hard. It will be better if you just listen.

Trust me.
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Climax Control Archives / Rise of The Phoenix
« Last post by Kate Steele on June 06, 2025, 08:55:31 PM »
San Diego, California
Gem Stone Manor

It had been a long time since we had seen any members of the Gem Stones. In the time away from SCW a lot had been discovered about the family band mainly over the fact that Kate and Phoebe “Sapphire” were half-siblings. It was ironic considering the two would often get into fights over Ruby Steele and forcing the youngest member of the band to choose between them. Sapphire and Diamond being related added a different dynamic and recently they were as close as could be. Kate smirked as the two of them were downstairs in their recording studio. Sapphire held an electric guitar in her hand as she slowly started to strum away as Kate wasn’t any paying attention to anything. She sat down in a chair and opened up her pocket mirror. The longtime blonde SCW wrestler applied tons of make up along with lipstick as she smacked her lips together and smiled at her reflection.

Sapphire:
Are we going to record music or not, I know Ruby is expecting us to make some magic in the studio so that we could bring some ideas to the band. It’s been a while since we recorded something and the longer we wait is the more time that I know the Magnificent Metals are going to create an album that’s going to go platinum.

Kate just blows it off as she just continues to look at her reflection before she slowly turns her attention over to her younger sister.

Kate:
Nobody gives a shit about the Metals. Goldie, Silver, Copper, and Platinum have NOTHING on our band. I know Goldie loves to position herself as this ultimate front woman but let’s be honest her vocals don’t come anywhere close to what I can do on a microphone. We could talk about the rival band but we should celebrate. We are Gems. I am a Diamond and I know I am the most expensive thing in the entire planet. Besides why focus on them when we could be talking about something better.

Sapphire raises her eyes as she looks back at her sister.

Sapphire:
And what exactly is better than trying to come up with an album?! We thrive off of music and sounding good.

Kate offers a chuckle as she finally puts her pocket mirror away and she stands up she looks deeply into the eyes of her sibling as she begins to speak.

Kate:
I would think being the most beautiful woman on the face of the planet is definitely something that is much better than music at the moment.

Sapphire:
I get it, you love being beautiful…

Kate:
I am more than just beautiful. I am GORGEOUS, I am a PERFECT TEN, and I am GOD’S GREATEST CREATION and am the epitome of possessing drop dead SEXIFIED appeal. So whenever we mention beauty I know it’s only right to think about me.

Sapphire just rolls her eyes as she looks back at Kate and shrugs her shoulders.

Sapphire:
Okay Kath-Lyn, you are beautiful and deserve all of the praise but what exactly makes all of that special that we can’t just sit and focus on our music.

Kate:
You ever stop and think that maybe I have worked things out and am officially finding my way back to SCW. I know it has been a long time coming but after months of trying to speak to management, I have finally been approved to return back to the company that I love. It’s to show up and showcase that I have what it takes to not only rise up like a Phoenix but to be the best damn thing that the company has to offer.

Sapphire:
Wow, so after all of this time they have decided to let you back. I am really surprised to be honest that they are going to let you walk back through the doors. You know things really haven’t worked out that well for the Steele family in recent memory. Ruby’s return to SCW hadn’t set the world on fire and everybody considered her a joke. I mean last time she fought she was getting submitted by Bea Barnhart and it doesn’t get any lower than that!

Sapphire just sighs as she looks back at her sister.

Sapphire:
And what’s going to be different when it comes to you. You know they don’t want you there. Hell I doubt they will even recognize you with all of the plastic surgery and of course the boob job that you got. You would be a shell of your former self. There will be women who are gunning tot ake you down or to make a mockery of you at your expense…

Kate just rolls her eyes as she crosses her arms.

Kate:
And if that’s how people want to feel about me so be it. It takes time to look as beautiful as me. On top of that I don’t like leaving things that are unfinished Phoebe. It took a long time for me to get my contract back in SCW. I know I am not wanted. I already have a return match back and in the hype it’s already being looked upon that there was serious debate when it came to me being welcomed back to the company.

Sapphire:
Well can you blame them questioning if they should roll the welcome carpet out for you?! It’s not like you have been setting the world on fire as of lately. You know I love Prue, she is the heart and glue that keeps our band together but she had returned back to SCW to prove a point and ended up being a joke. She wasn’t the same threat who had worked her ass off and proved herself in that first Blast from the Past. She was so far removed from those days. You happen to be looked upon in the same way because people are questioning if you have loyalty, and the heart and soul to be in the company.

Kate raises her eyes in return.

Kate:
We all know that’s POPPY COCK! I know at times I can miss the mark but me not having loyalty to the one company that believed in me is truly OUTRAGEOUS! I conquered everything for that bloody company. I won the Roulette Championship on two separate occasions, I won the Internet Championship on two separate occasions, hell I even was a finalist for the Blast from the Past and a former Mixed Tag Team Champion for that damn company and you want to question if I have loyalty to SCW?!

Sapphire:
I am not personally questioning anything but just think about it from the perspective of everybody that works in that company. People know you to be a flake. They know you won’t commit and will just be around for a paycheck it’s the same thing that Prudence did and she’s related to us. So what makes you to be any different?!

Kate rolls her eyes once again as she finally forms a serious expression on her face. She stands face to face with her sister as she begins to reply back.

Kate:
You want to personally know what makes things different?! It’s the simple fact that I have unfinished business. I have something to prove. This time it’s not about collecting a paycheck. It’s about establishing an identity to be an absolute threat. When I left I will admit I didn’t have the drive. I didn’t have the desire to be anything other than somebody who would show up for the sake to show up and go through the motions but what I want more than anything is to finally finish the pages of my unfinished chapters of my SCW.

Sapphire:
And what chapters are you talking about?!

Kate:
I want to be World Champion… If I go out and win a World Championship I will finally become a Grand Slam Champion. Not many women have accomplished that feat but I want to be one of the women who can say that they actually achieved it. It pains me that I haven’t managed to do so yet. When LAW closed down I was happy that I made it into the Hall of Fame and I went in as a woman who won three separate singles championships but it’s not the same as being called a Triple Crowner or a Grand Slam winner. I want to have that attached to my name.

Kate takes a breather as she continues to speak.

Kate:
More importantly than that I want something more than that, I want to be go into the SCW Hall of Fame. I have accomplished so much for the company and to not have that on my resume is driving me to the point of insanity. I have done it all. I was head teacher for Jet City South. It’s ironic that Courtney Pierce can go through the school and make it to the top. It’s crazy that my baby cousin Ruby can win the Blast from the Past and at least had a position to put herself in that spot but when it comes to me the only reason why I got into a position is because I held a gold briefcase or I fought Roxi Johnson on a random edition of Climax Control…

Kate is disgusted as she raises her voice.

Kate:
That’s BULLSHIT.I am much better than that! I am better than what the world thinks, and I am certainly better than what some in management think about me. I have a feeling it was Christian that didn’t want me back in SCW.

Sapphire:
And why do you feel like that is the case?!

Kate:
I don’t know but I have a feeling, on top of that Hot Stuff is from London like I am. We think alike and I know that he knows deep in his heart that if I get pushed to the edge there is going to be a woman who will step up like her life depended on it. I know it has been a long time but now is the time to step up and to show the fuck up. It’s time to prove not only to the world but to myself that I am the best woman that the company has to offer.

Sapphire:
And as you would say the most BEAUTIFUL one at that, go out there and show everybody what you are about.

Kate:
Oh don’t worry I plan to do so. It won’t be that long until I make the trip to Arizona and I have a Bea Barnhart that will be standing in front of me, the last time that a Steele was in the ring with her she made Prudence tap out in front of the entire world, and I know that in itself is a joke. I won’t make the same mistake that Ruby made. I will beat her and make an example out of her. I will send a message to the rest of the company that a Diamond will always shine bright.

Kate nods her head as she remains all grins.

Kate:
More importantly than that I will prove a point that I should be taken seriously, I might look different, I may come across different but in that ring it’s going to be me going back to the basics. Once I conquer over this thing that is wrestling than we could get back to the ultimate goal.

Sapphire:
Which is to put the Gem Stones on the map as being the best all girls rock band in the entire world, and I can’t wait until we go back to those days. It’s been a long time since we were respected but I think its times that you made people respect us… More importantly you should get people to respect you!

Kate:
hat is the end goal, Phoebe go pack your bags because we got some traveling to do and by the end of it all I will get what I want. I will get my respect and I don’t give a damn if I have to earn it or take it by force. People will get a feel for who exactly I am.

With that the two siblings just smirk at one another and it is on this image that we slowly fade out on.












Isn’t this just lovely?!  Yours truly is officially making her return to the inside of an SCW ring and can I just say that it feels amazing to be back to the company where I have had the most success at?!  Last Sunday on June 1st I officially turned 34 years old and I received the best birthday present that a girl like me could ask for. Now I know what you are thinking, sure a trip to the tanning salon would have been amazing. Sunbathing in the sun on some exotic beach in the Caribbean would have been superb as well or getting a fully paid off trip to a spa to get the best treatments in the world would have been exciting.

That’s not what I am talking about though, the type of gift that I received came in the simple form that my contract to SCW had officially been reinstated which means that all of you people out there would have the special pleasure of seeing my beautiful face all across your television sets. Isn’t that so amazing?! I know if I was in the shoes of the SCW fanatics I would have my panties become all wet because that’s the type of effect I have on people.

Now a lot has happened since the last time that everybody has saw me. In the past I was simply that little Emo bitch who thrived on being the little engine that could. I was a woman who had always left her heart and soul in the ring and as long as she gave it her all that’s the only thing that mattered in the ring. I went even as far and was the third member of the Metal and Punk connection just living in the moment and being completely content on being friends of Jessie Salco and Amy Marshall.

Oh how I was so naïve in those days and I know for a fact that I was young and dumb for putting myself in a position such as that. Kate Steele is nobody’s third wheel but I was always destined to be a star and with this return to SCW you are going to see that part of me starting to emerge to the surface. I am a mega pop star. I have albums that top charts and I have sold out venues across the world. I could have stayed away because to be honest the type of money that SCW is offering is peanuts to the value that I know I am worth, but then again it’s not about the money.

It’s about the respect, and it’s about proving to every single one of you ingrates who wish to take me for granted that I am not good or that I am washed up to make you eat your words. You will be eating crow because I know for a fact that I am the MOST BEAUTIFUL AND GORGEOUS THING IN ALL OF WRESTLING.

I mean just look at me, it’s not that hard to figure out that some of you are jerking off at the mere sight of me.

I can hear the comments, Kate what did you do?! Why change yourself so much?! Why get the plastic surgery, why get the boob job, why become the very thing that you hate?!

Maybe it was needed because by looking like this is how one gets attention and truthfully as long as all eyes remain on me I really don’t give a damn on how you feel about me because you aren’t the ones who have to walk in my heels. I don’t care what steps I have to take and if a shortcut is needed by all means so be it but as long as I get to the destination that I wish to go to. It’s all fair in my eyes at the end of the day.

To the haters who are watching this promo and are questioning if I even wish to be here or if this is simply about a paycheck you can go kick rocks. I would say you can kiss my arse but I don’t want you to get off on something that you would actually enjoy. It’s not like I would even GIVE any of you an opportunity to be in that position to begin with. Sorry but I am just not interested.

Now I know what all of you are thinking. Why return Kate. Yes I mentioned it’s about respect but most importantly it’s about grabbing a hold of the World Championship. It’s about being a Grand Slam Champion, and it’s about being in that Hall of Fame. It’s a three step process but completing that step of being a World Championship is a clear cut path to the other two things. Being World Champion is the only thing I haven’t managed to do and I will do whatever it takes to get to where I wish to go.

Now I know it’s rude to stand up here and share my heart. After all I should be looking at my return opponent at this upcoming show. I get to step in the ring with Bea Barnhart so surely I should be working my ass off in the gym because somewhere deep in her heart she truly believes she has what it takes to beat me.

Spoiler alert, she’s not going to beat me. If she does beat me it would be mainly due to the fact that I decided to take a night off or if I didn’t show up to the fight giving a care in the world. You could say that’s what happened when Bea and I fought one another with the Mixed Tag Team Championships on the line. I will openly admit her and Bill did beat me and Teddy.

Wow, yes I know it was the upset of the century but to be honest they shouldn’t have been in a position to beat Teddy and I especially after the way that Teddy and I beat the Black Sheep. You want to know the reality of everything?! They only won because Teddy and I’s relationship was starting to fade away. It was coming to an end and we just didn’t care about anything anymore.

It didn’t matter who was going to step up next but chances are they would have beaten us. You can claim that to be an excuse but those are the facts.

Maybe just maybe I should take Bea seriously because she beat up on my little cousin Ruby. She made her tap out in front of the entire world and that should be feather in your cap correct?!

No, it’s rubbish and I will even go as far to say that it’s bollocks as well. You didn’t beat the Ruby Steele that I know who worked her ass off trying to be the very best she could be at everything. You beat a woman who was trying to rewrite the past of being embarrassed by Krystal Wolfe, and later on was too consumed with being the wife of Courtney Pierce instead of just emerging as her own individual. Yeah you beat Ruby but don’t assume that you are going to waltz into our match and do the same thing to me.

I will wrestle light years around you simply because you aren’t shit. Too be honest you should be ashamed to be in the position that you are in. You haven’t grown as a wrestler or an individual. The company doesn’t take you seriously you are simply used as fodder to make people look good.

I know I should be grateful because after all I am on the show and God forbid if I complain about opening the show. Opening the show SHOULD be a privilege it’s how the night gets started off on a high note. The fans have been waiting in anticipation to see some action and they finally get to see some with the opening bell. Normally that could be said with any other wrestler…

But let’s be honest here, I am wrestling Bea Barnhart there is nothing interesting about that. I think I rather watch paint dry or watch a Bill Barnhart promo…. Both are pretty bad and boring for the record. So if the company wants to me to show up and beat a Bitch so be it but I think the real fun is going to come after the match I will have to have my own fun.

Perhaps I will show up in segment after segment just to show case that I am back, and drive the point home that you are going to get more than your fill of me. Maybe I will call somebody out or maybe I will drive management crazy by being annoying but surely all of that is better than being in this situation.

You want to know the sad reality is Bea?!

The truth is you aren’t good, you were never good. Some people live on the hopes of mediocrity and there’s a saying that you can live in the hype of being mediocre at best but you are much further below that. The only reason that you could ever find yourself winning anything is if somebody decided not to come through and show up to wrestle.

It’s going to take little effort to beat you but I rather bury you because sadly I am here to make a statement, a statement that I should be taken seriously and when I get pissed off I plan to take all my anger out in the ring.

On top of that I hate it when people tell me that I can’t do something and I don’t like having to sit on the bench and be told to wait or to see my contract being disputed just to finally get the phone call to be told that I am actually going to get the chance to start.

Let’s get something clear, I am not a bench warmer, I am not an injured reserve, I am an all-star, I am a future Hall of Famer, and I am a striker who puts up four goals a night. Call me the Marta of Women’s wrestling and you know that I am indeed as good as I say I am.

I know it’s been a very long time since you saw a Kate Steele as fired up as this. It’s been a long time continuing but there’s been one Bitch who has been on my hit list. This has been a year in the making and I will be damned that I have returned and to see this Bitch is still in the same spot that she was in when I left.

I am talking about the woman who made me out to look like a jester when she was named Queen for a Day last year and because I refused to take part in doing something she had ordered me to do it was like a big deal. Yes I am talking about Victoria Lyons and if I have to beat every single Bitch in this company to get to her so be it.

If she happens to be the platform I springboard into the main event so be that as well but you all need to know that I am back and it won’t be the same as last time.

I could just see the reaction of just about everybody after they see me wrestle and beat the unholy hell out of Bea. Oh my Gosh Kate Steele is back?! Oh my God she’s serious?! Oh my God she’s actually good?!

Rubbish…

I have always been good but nobody was ever paying attention or around the time when I was actually doing stuff nobody respected me enough to give me what I wanted. I don’t need you applause I am content with being my own biggest fan and admiring that I have perfect hair, the perfect tan, and of course the perfect body.

The only thing I need from anybody in this company is just to praise me for being God’s greatest creation and finally acknowledging that I am a main event talent who deserves who shot. That may not sit well with some people in this company but to be honest I don’t give a damn.

I just care about taking what’s mine and being a star.

To the haters who ever doubted me go to hell, and to whoever ended the contract dispute and decided to take a chance on me? I am going to show you personally I am your biggest and brightest star. Sometimes you just need to take a chance on somebody to see what they are really capable of.

I am indeed who I claim to be and come Sunday the Kate Steele you thought you knew will have been officially burnt to the ground, but in her place and from out of the ashes a major star will have been born. One who isn’t a joke! One who is a threat, and one who is happy to take her rightful place.

Watch out world, but yours truly is officially is back and the world is so ripe for the picking.

The Phoenix will rise again… Time to feel the flames…



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Climax Control Archives / Another one???
« Last post by J2H on June 06, 2025, 07:49:57 PM »
25 May 2025

He felt relieved as he walked backstage at Into The Void, walking down the hallway after a huge win against Alexander Raven and Eddie Lyons. He had done what he had set out to do and win Blast From The Past, going through competitor after competitor just to be the first man to win the solo Blast From The Past Tournament. It was a goal he had been working towards for month, trying to get back to the top of the mountain where he knew he belonged. He had long been considered a great but this was the way he say himself as stepping further away from the crowd. He knew that he could beat anyone on the roster at half speed but for months, he had pushed himself to become better then the person he once was. He did everything he could to drag himself in front of every wrestler on the roster, often outshining champions and main eventers as he went along, but his body started to feel the wear and tear of always pushing himself through. He felt that relief not only that he had won, but to know he could go home for three weeks and not have to push himself. Three weeks off was a rarity in wrestling and he had been looking forward to it for a long time.

The adrenaline still running through his body masked the pain of the hard thought match he'd just been through as he made his way to the locker room to pick up his stuff and get out of Paris. His hand wrapped itself around the door handle and he paused to take in the moment, looking for that peace and quiet on the other side of the door. Congratulations had already worn thin from crew members, whose name's he didn't know or care to even learn, he just wanted to go and hide himself away.

After a few seconds, he pushed the handle down, walking in to a room he presumed to be empty, and at first glance, it was. He shut the door behind him, and breathed a sigh of relief, but his thoughts of being alone in the room quickly change as liquid started to cover his head. His face was unimpressed as he turned around.


J2H: What the fuck?

His anger turned to a smile as he looked at one of the very few friends he has in the wrestling business, Kevin Carter, pouring champagne over his head in celebration. He didn't have many people in the locker room that he would call a friend or even want to be near. He had always stepped away from people, not because of a shy personality, but he simply didn't like people enough to want to be around them, but he was drawn to Kevin because his attitude had often mirrored J2H's own attitude when it came to things inside and outside of the ring.

Kevin: Congratulations man!

That congratulations meant more to J2H then any of the faceless people that had wished him well in the hallway on the way back to the locker room. Only the words of warmness from Kevin, Austin Parker, Melody and James Jr would hit home with him, others would fall on deaf ears.

J2H: Thanks man, that was tougher then I thought out there.

The Champagne ran down his face, forcing J2H to wipe it from his eyes. He was proud of that moment and Kevin had played a big part in putting his friend on top.

Kevin: You killed it out there.

J2H appreciated the encouragement. The two men had become good friends over the years, always having each others back, always helping keeping the other on top. Both knew that it was their way forward to keep each other in the spotlight, it made the group stronger.

J2H: Thanks for the assist. There was something different about Alexander, a hunger that he lost back then might have returned.

He didn't overly dislike Alexander, but J2H felt he'd become the one thing SCW didn't need, the one thing that J2H not only hated but voiced his opinion on many times, and that is lazy wrestlers. He hated them, because they were dragging the company down. He felt it was like a tug of war, with him pulling the company up, and others pulling it down.

Kevin: Fuck him man. If he was still any good, he would still be in this dressing room. He wouldn't have lost the belt or his edge, so yeah, fuck him.

That was the attitude J2H had shown people his own career, so couldn't help but smile at Kevin's words. 

J2H: Yeah, you're not wrong, but he seems different and he might not let that shit slide.

J2H grabbed a nearby towel, wiping the alcohol from his face and hair, looking at Kevin's not giving a damn face when it came to Alexander Raven. He respected that and the come what may attitude.

Kevin: If he does, we know how to handle that shit. Just like we did with Michael Harris.

J2H very much disliked Michael Harris to this day, but had fond memories of the punishment handed out to him over the years.

J2H: Yeah, show them all who is still on top, eh champ?

J2H looked at the Internet championship, still held by Kevin and currently sitting around his waist. Kevin looked down proudly at the belt he was elevating more then any other Internet champion there has been in SCW.

Kevin: Fucking right! Internet champion, future World champion.

He watched Kevin's hand point towards him and inside J2H was proud. He worked long and hard to get himself in this position, even dealing with a few setbacks on the way to get him there and it was finally in his hands. Two months away could be his crowning moment, the biggest moment in the last couple of years and he refused to let it slip through his fingers. He already knew the elimination chamber defeat was a chance and he let that go. He wasn't doing it again.

J2H: Oh, I will be future World Heavyweight champion, I have no doubt about it. All that shit I've put myself through to get back to the top, it's worth it. I don't fuck this up again and when I get round to facing whoever wins later, they're gonna know their days are numbered. I'm not putting myself through all that shit to sit there and go home with nothing. I'm going there to make sure I walk out as champion.

He was determined in his words, because he could feel that his vision was coming true, he could feel that his destiny was now in his hands.

Kevin: You want to watch the main event? We could go out there and fuck them both up.

Kevin had a look in his eye that J2H knew he was serious. The thought of ruining a huge match was a statement maker, but J2H shook his head.

J2H: Nah, fuck them, let them kill each other. I ain't even sticking around to watch it. I'm gonna get ready and get out of this place.

Kevin nodded as the two men high fived and went in for the hug. It was all over in seconds as they broke apart.

Kevin: See ya on the other side.

Kevin nodded firmly at J2H as he stepped out of the room, leaving J2H to sit on a nearby bench, his mind racing a mile a minute, trying to take in everything that had happened tonight. Eventually, a smile started to form on his face. He'd done it, he made good on his word, he was the Blast From The Past winner and he knew he would be champion again.



1st June 2025

The aches and pains of a hard fought match had started to leave his body after almost a week at home, Paris being six days behind he and he had loved every minute of those six days. Mostly locked away in his big mansion, far from the outside world. It's what he did when he was home, not a man about town person, but he would take James Jr to school, or to the park, but if he could avoid being out, he would avoid it like the plague. This given Sunday, he had no reason to be out of the house and the sun was shining over Beverly Hills, which meant pool day for the Huntington-Hawkes family. He'd always had a big pool on his grounds, and he sat with Melody, he wearing just swimming shorts, and Melody in denim shorts and a bikini top. They both watched as James Jr splashed around in the shallow end of the pool, both keeping a watchful eye on him. J2H couldn't help but smile at what was around him and Melody noticed out of the corner of her eye.


Melody: Someone's in a happy mood.

He glanced at her and she was right. He liked being home, he liked being out of the spotlight. He thought constantly being in the spotlight, making a scene wherever he went would water down his impact on the world.

J2H: Damn right. I have been home for a week, I don't need to go to work next week, because I never work the week after the supercard, the sun is shining, it's a beautiful day and I don't have a care in the world.

She loved it when he was in this mood. She saw it more when he was home, then when he was travelling on some tour half way around the world. It was a pet peeve for him to be away from his family so much.

Melody: That's good.

She smiled as she watched her son in the pool splashing around. Her world was much brighter in moments like these.

J2H: I gotta admit, I'm glad that tour is over. I mean some of those places were alright, but cold, miserable, and I don't know how they stay alive eating the shit they do. That stuff is nasty. Could be worse though, when I was in that tour in Scotland on tour, they deep fried everything, it was like a heart attack waiting to happen there. One meal in Scotland needed four hours in the gym to work it off.

She didn't know if he was being serious, but he knew he was. British people had a terrible diet, but some of the food in Scandinavia was just worse.

Melody: Still no need to worry now, but you sure you don't have to work next week?

He shook his head and smiled.

J2H: I never work the show after the supercard, I put my body through hell, and they don't want me to be out injured or something so I always get the extra time off.

Melody: But they might need you because you are the number one contender now.

That was like music to his ears, every time he heard the number one contender thing, he knew all the crazy matches was worth it. He knew it wasn't a time to slow down and was a time to lift up his work rate, gain momentum towards who he now knew who was champion, HB Carter. He knew Carter was no easy task.

J2H: If they do, it will probably just be interrupting him or something, which I can do from here. Wonders of technology and all of that. If they need me to talk, I can record it tomorrow and not give a damn about it.

He couldn't remember the last time he worked a show after a supercard, he was always pretty banged up and given time to recover like a lot of people in SCW. Some people would demand to be booked, throw their names in the hat to the staff because they needed to stay on television to be relevant but J2H knew he didn't need that. He knew he could just show up to the big shows and everyone will pay attention.

Melody: Alright, maybe we could do a couple of things next Sunday, take James Jr out somewhere nice.

As much as he hated leaving the house when he didn't have to, he would do so for his son. so it didn't take him too long to agree.

J2H: Yeah, we'll find something to do.

He leaned back in his chair.

J2H: What a perfect day.

He smiled to himself, not knowing that a storm was brewing in Sin City Wrestling headquarters in Las Vegas. His perfect day was about to take a turn for the worst as his phone started to shake on the table next to him.

J2H: Damn it, it's Christian. Probably wants me on some stupid ass talk show or something.

He hated doing things like that but knew it was part of the job, so he opened the video call from his boss.

J2H: Can I help you?

His tone was dry, his perfect day was slipping away. No one wants a call from the boss, especially when you have a day off.

Christian: And hello to you too Mr. Sunshine.

He wasn't impressed with Christian's call, even less impressed with the impromptu nickname bestowed on him.

J2H: I'm a little bit busy, so you know...

Christian: Oh I can tell by the fact you have your shirt off, sitting on a sun lounger, must be working hard there.

J2H rolled his eyes at Christian, waving him to get on with it.

J2H: Ok, let's try this again, or we'll be here forever. What can I do for you on this fine day?

Christian: Much better. Calling you about next Sunday.

J2H: Let me guess, you want me to do something. I'm way ahead of you, I'll record something and send it in to you by tomorrow night. Is that all? Great! Bye!

Christian: Actually...

Christian got in his word before J2H could hang up, much to his frustration.

J2H: Well?

Christian looked slightly uneasy at what he was about to say, but took the time to call J2H, rather then let him find out the usual way.

Christian: I need you in Prescott Valley, Arizona next Sunday for the show.

J2H: You want me to go all that way, just to talk for like five minutes when I can do that from here? 

Another uneasy look appeared from Christian.

Christian: Actually, you're wrestling Vincent Lyons Jr.

J2H looked at the screen, then across to Melody who had one eye on the conversation, one eye on her son. He took a few seconds to let the words sink in to his head, but a slight smile crossed his face.

J2H: Very funny boss, but it's not the first of April, it's the first of June, there is no June's fools day jokes. I don't wrestle the first show after a supercard, you know this, I know this so that joke, swing and a miss.

Christian: I'm not joking. Queen for the Day booking and Alexandra has requested you face Vincent.

His mind turned to slight confusion and the look on his face matched that.

J2H: First off, I don't know who Alexandra is, don't care. Secondly, the match makes absolutely no sense, I don't give a shit about Vincent, thirdly, I don't work the show after the supercard.

Christian smiled down the phone, he knew he had gotten J2H's back up with this, and knew he wasn't responsible for the booking.

Christian: Well, that's something you need to take up with The Queen. You know how it works, the winners actually get to book and I guess she wanted you on the show. I just wanted to let you know before the card goes out in ten minutes, just so you didn't drop from the shock. Anyway, toodles!

Before J2H could get a word back, Christian's faster finger ended the call. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He looked at Melody with a mix of surprise and anger.

J2H: Can you actually believe that? He's making me work a match that makes zero sense. 

She put her arm on his shoulder, in an attempt to comfort him.

Melody: He did say the Queen for the Day winner booked it so it's out of his hands.

J2H: Well, I need to find out who this Queen is and make her see that she made a big mistake. Why do they keep making me face these Lyons? Like seriously...

His perfect day was ruined, but he tried to put it out of his mind as he went back to family time and the camera faded out.



5th June 2025

The night had taken over from the daytime, a thick cloud settling in as the moon shone brightly on to hallowed, sacred ground. A freshly dug grave sat in the fore shot, the bright tombstone unable to be read at this point as the moon lights it up from behind. A single, lone figure stands looking in to the open earth, a black suit on, and just the slight sight of a white shirt and black tie underneath as the camera settles on the man's chest. The camera raises to show the face of the man as J2H. He stares silently in to the hole created, his eyes just looking in as the camera focuses on his face.


J2H: I should be here every week, because every single week, someone has a dream, someone has hope to be better then they are and every single week, I bury it six feet under.

His eyes never left the burial site as he continued.

J2H: It was just a couple of weeks ago that I buried one member of the Lyons family right here, and it was magical, it was beautiful, it was something that meant a lot to me, that whole night meant a lot to me. I did what I set out to do, I did what I said I was going to do for months after I didn't win that chamber match. I told the world what I was gonna do and the world being as fucking stupid as it is, didn't believe a word I said, the world thought it was better then me, when I make this world what it is. Everyone in the back thought I was on a downward slide, trying to recapture the glory years of times long gone, but no, I said I was gonna fucking do it and I did. I stepped over those bumps in the road and I stepped through. Everything was planned in my head on what I was going to do. I was going to win, and I was going to go home and let the champion have his spotlight, let the streamers flow down and the fireworks go off, and sit at home and watch it on television. I knew I didn't need to be at the first show back because I knew I busted my as at the supercard like I always do.

For the first time, his eyes moved back towards the camera.

J2H: Until a royal pain in the arse decided to fuck that right up for me.

His eyes dropped back to the open grave.

J2H: It didn't take Alexandra to get drunk on power, wave her sceptre and push me in to the ring again. I get that she needed to go hard, that she needed to put the biggest star in the world on the show, to give herself some credit, but Alexandra, you didn't really think of the consequences to your actions, did you? Anyone with any sense knows I don't work the show after supercards, because I'm the one who puts in more effort then anyone else at these things. I'm the one who pushes the boundaries at these shows to keep you in a fucking job. That's just what I have to do to keep you employed, because God knows your little love story bullshit you have going on, isn't keeping anyone interested at all, in fact we all can't wait for the vicious little break up so we can all move on, but yes, your actions have consequences. Now they might not be for you, but the will be for good old Vincent Lyons, because he gets to deal with a very pissed off J2H. That's on your head.

He still doesn't take his eyes away from the hole in the ground.

J2H: It's not lost on me the importance of every match leading up to Carter. It's not lost on me that I need to keep this momentum going, that I need to win every fucking match and I have every intention of doing that, lifting my level beyond humanly possible, but when you throw in me being very pissed off, then you've got a whole different animal. Let me ask you Alexandra, what did poor little Vincent ever do to you to be put in this position where he's in real danger? What did he do to deserve a pissed off J2H coming for his blood? Maybe this is meant to be punishment for me for threatening dear little Miles, and believe me, his time will come, or maybe you're just trying to send someone at me to protect good old HB Carter because you know he's gonna need all the help he can get. However you justify it in your head, you kind of fucked up, because you have made Vincent a target. I mean hasn't he been embarrassed enough lately? I mean he got his ass handed to him by Jayden Harris, that is seriously embarrassing, you should have protected Vincent from another loss, another beating but you put him in harms way.

He put his hands together, proud of his shot at Jayden Harris, but recollected his thoughts and focus.

J2H: Did you think of that Vincent? You probably didn't considering how dense you are and the fact you need to be lead around by your nose by Victoria, but Alexandra is punishing you. She's punishing you for something that you did. You should be punished for losing to Jayden, but she's the one doing that to you when you probably needed more time to put your thoughts together or do something that might help you in the future, like learn the alphabet or something. She did this to you and when this match is done and you've lost another match, that will be on her.

He knew Vincent wasn't the most stable man in the world and knew maybe some of his words might just get in his head.

J2H: You're not smart Vincent, you're mentally challenged, you're more then a bit slow. How the fuck do you think you're gonna outsmart, or out wrestle someone like me? You just fucking can't, it's impossible. Gonna go full pelt crazy on me? It's been done and it didn't work. Gonna throw some chairs? Gonna act like you're bat shit crazy. You're not even close to the kind of crazy, unstable bastard I've been in the ring with. You think you're fucking mental? No, you're not, you wanna see crazy, this is fucking crazy...

He lifted his hand to point a thumb behind him, the camera moving past J2H's shoulder to see Despayre standing behind him, blowing a huge bubble with bubblegum, and waving vacantly at the camera.

J2H: That man is fucking crazy, compared to him, you're sane as fuck.

A pop could be heard behind J2H, and Despayre stepped forward, bubblegum around his face from the burst gum. He tapped J2H on the shoulder, but J2H kept his eyes on the hole.

J2H: Busy...

Despayre: Twenty dollars please.

J2H still kept his eyes looking down.

J2H: For what?

Despayre: Swear jar.

J2H's face didn't change as he reached in to his pocket, pulling out a fifty dollar note and lifting it to shoulder height.

J2H: Here's fifty, I got a lot more to go.

Despayre jumped up and down on the stop before pulling the money from J2H's fingers and waving it around his own head with joyous glee, before waving at the camera as he walked backwards and out of the camera view.

J2H: When you've been in the ring with Despayre levels of bat shit crazy, people like you don't scare me Vincent. You're all huff and you're all puff and you think that's intimidating. You think that will give you an edge, but I've been in the ring with that, I've been in the ring with a guy with anger management issues with a head like a bowling ball, I've been in the ring with a guy who claims to be in his thirties but is clearly in his sixties, fuck, I've been in the ring with an idiot who talks to a fucking cactus. I've been in there with all kinds of people who are not all there in the head, and they did absolutely nothing to me, so what the fuck are you gonna do that's anywhere near different then that?

He sighed. He had been in the ring with more then a few unstable men in his time, but none had really bothered him.

J2H: You can be as crazy as you want. You can throw things around, you can growl, you can do all that bullshit, but when you strip it all back, you're just a man, a very, very stupid man, with a very low intelligence quotient, that means IQ to you Vincent, maybe Victoria will sit there and explain to you what that means after she reads you your next bedtime story and tucks you in. You're very stupid,
but you're a man none the less. Men bleed, men feel pain, men die, which means, and I'll slow down a little if you like so you can understand me, it means you're not invincible, it means you're not immortal, your own stupidity is likely to get you hurt more then someone smarter like me, but you can be beaten. On Sunday, in whatever shit box town we're in, that's exactly what will happen. You will be beaten and very easily there Looney Toons. You will suffer the same fate as Eddie. 


He smiled as he thought back to just a couple of weeks ago.

J2H: I don't like Eddie, I probably never will like Eddie, but he is much smarter then you, much more controlled then you and he couldn't get the job done. You're reckless, you rule with fear, and the thing about a reckless man, is they're much easier to beat then someone who can think straight, who can think fucking calculated. People like you Vincent, all that unstableness makes you very easy to pick off, makes you very easy to get around. People like you never make it to the top, because you're just too easy to get around. People like me use people like you to make ourselves look good and that is what is gonna happen Vincent. Alexandra put you in a no win situation, she put you in a place you can't get anything from. She made you become a man who is backed in to a corner, but don't have it in you to come out fighting. She basically executed you and there's nothing you can do about it.

He solemnly shook his head.

J2H: This is why we're here. This is why there is graveyard dirt on my very expensive shoes, this is why we're standing here, because she killed you by putting you in the hands of me, a very pissed off executioner, taking out the Lyons clan one at a time. She put you in the dirt, by giving me the axe to start using people like you to push on and get my hands on that World Heavyweight championship belt. She made me that guy after I took out Eddie. She sharpened the blade that is going to end another member of the Lyons. She is the one that did this to you, because I'm not coming here to lose momentum. I'm not one of those lazy, no good fucks in the back who become number one contender to something, only to give up at that point because my shot is guaranteed. That just wouldn't be me and anyone who is like that just shouldn't be a wrestler. People have fallen in to that trap before but I refuse to be one of those people who do just that. 

He thought back to all the people that had happened to. Many big names have become contenders over the years, only to lose their next match because they didn't seem to care. He refused to become one of those people. 

J2H: So this Vincent is where the Queen wants you to be. She wants you to be buried, she wants you to be finished. She could have gave you a fighting chance to get back some of the momentum you lost when you lost to that joke of a wrestler Jayden, but no, she wanted you here. She wanted me to end you and it's what I'm going to do. The blood may be on her hands, but I'm going to have fun doing it. Your crazy shit act is old, and it's time for me to do the world a favour and end it for them. It's time for the next Lyons member to be buried. I will be a curse on your family for many years to come because there's not one member in your inbred family that can beat me. Sunday, I prove that by putting you in the ground, and that's real talk bitch!

J2H turned around, walking away from the open grave as the camera moves in on the tombstone, simply reading "The Lyons Family, R.I.P" >
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