Usually when my brother comes over, we like to hang out. We play video games, gather my friends up to play some street hockey or a game of football, or watch some movies on the big screen. I on the other hand was focused on other things. While he was watching the Las Vegas Knights score goals...I was reading an MMA Magazine. Once they scored, he jumped right off the couch.

Charles Hawkins: Yeah! That's how you handle business! Did you see that shot?!

I didn't really look at the game.

Griffin Hawkins: Yeah..pretty badass.

Charles Hawkins: What's with you Griff? You've had your nose in that book since the game started, come on, live a little!

Griffin Hawkins: Sorry to break it to you bro, but I'm not much of a fan of the Knights, more of a Senators person.

Charles Hawkins: My God, you have the WORST taste in Hockey teams ever.
Why are you reading that book anyway?

Griffin Hawkins: I'm going up against Jake Raab, a mixed martial arts fighter from Germany. I was reading this article before you interrupted me by jumping up and down like a god damn maniac.

Charles Hawkins: Let me see that.

I hand him the magazine as he looks things over, his stats and quotes.

Charles Hawkins: Hmm, not bad...German badass. Looks like he can give you a run for your money.

Griffin Hawkins: Well, that's up in the air. He hasn't been looking all that good lately. But he's a MMA Fighter, he can get me with any hold.

Charles Hawkins: Well have you been training?

Griffin Hawkins: Of course I have. I train every day.

Charles Hawkins: I don't mean that kind of training you goof..the type of training MMA guys go through.

Griffin Hawkins: Erm...no?

Charles: Hoo boy...we got a lot to work with. Alright, get your ring gear on and meet me in the car in an hour..we got work to do.

I didn't understand what he wanted from me, but I figure why not. If I want to beat Raab, I have to train hard..even though I don't know how I'm going to..

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We officially arrived at the Cobra Clutch Arena where all the fighters were training. Some were in the ring while others were training and others were sparring. Not just men, but women as well.

Charles Hawkins: Here we are!

Griffin Hawkins: Wow, it's a full house today.

Charles Hawkins: Hey you gotta stay ready. Everyone wants to be the next Connor McGregor or Randy Couture.

Griffin Hawkins: So they're gonna start throwing Garbage Cans at people like Connor?..

Charles Hawkins: When they hit it big..THEN they'll start with the senseless destruction. Anyways, we need to get you in the right mindset. This Jake Raab guy is somebody who knows 50 million ways to separate your arm from the rest of your body. So this to happen. We gotta get you prepared.

Griffin Hawkins: I keep telling you I don't need this kind of training. I know three years of Jiu Jitsu.

Charles Hawkins: I don't care what religion you are, we need to get you ready! And I think I know just the guy...

I look and see a black man with a mohawk hitting the heavy sandbags. His body had tattoos all over, looking like a true UFC badass.

Charles Hawkins: Just the guy!

Griffin Hawkins: Dude..that's Bones Jackson, that guy is a killer!

Charles Hawkins: Yeah, but you could take him. Excuse me Bones, my little brother would like to spar with you.

The man looks to me.

Bones Jackson: Sure...why not?

Hoo boy this is not good. He steps into the Octagon as I follow, I'm being handed gloves as we begin....we touch gloves and circle one another. I go fro a strike, but of course he dodges and punches me right in the face as it just goes from there as I am being beaten into a corner. Charles is cringing.

Charles Hawkins: Oooooh...that's gonna leave a mark.

He pulls back as we go at it again, I go for another and then I get taken down by the legs and beaten like a Dog...this is not the type of training I had in mind. After he let up, I can still hear my brother's words of "encouragement".

Charles Hawkins: You got him on the ropes bro, keep at it!

It feels almost as if he's getting some kind of sick thrill out of me getting my ass kicked. This one sided fight went on for a while until Jackson stops...I'm nearly out of it as I try to stand.

Bones Jackson: Hey kid...you alright?

Griffin Hawkins: I'm fine...I'll get you....all three of you...

Bones Jackson: Clearly..you're in over your head. Why are you here?

Griffin Hawkins: Training...Jake Raab...

Bones Jackson: You're a wrestler aren't you?

Griffin Hawkins: Yeah...how'd you know?

Bones Jackson: You think you're the first wrestler to try and make a transition to Ultimate Fighting? Listen..you can't try and do somebody else's style. You gotta do your own. It'd be like if I woke up one morning and decided I wanted to be a marine biologist.

Griffin Hawkins: I know a guy who did that....

Bones Jackson: The point is..just stick to your own style and you can't lose. Otherwise you're gonna get your ass whooped six ways to Sunday.

Finally someone who agreed with me! This MMA stuff isn't me..I'm a wrestler and nothing more.

Griffin Hawkins: Listen..as soon as I recover from this beat down...would you like to come over the house sometime to watch some Hockey?

He smiled at me, I guess I earned his respect.

Bones Jackson: It'd be my pleasure.

Charles helps me as I stumble out of the ring.

Charles Hawkins: You okay man?..

Griffin Hawkins: ...remind me to kill you later..

He escorts me out of the arena. I may have gotten my bell rung...but in a way I learned something. Hopefully it'll carry me to victory over Raab.

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The cameras open in what looks to be the Octagon. There are cameras inside the cage, and outside the cage. I sit against the bars, dressed in street clothes consisting of blue ripped jeans and a Black Sabbath ringer tee. I look up at the camera man, eyes masked by Silver Aviator shades.

"Here I am once again ladies and gentlemen..The Jukebox Hero, Griffin Hawkins. I am in what is an unfamiliar territory....an MMA ring. Now, usually this isn't my style. I never ventured into one of these because I am more comfortable in a wrestling ring. Bashing people with chairs, piledriving them through the mat, throwing them through tables, it's how I make my living. But it looks as if my opponent is quite different. Jake Raab, a guy straight out of the Octagon who is making the transition into wrestling. He's not the first to do so..some have succeeded..while others have failed. Can Jake Raab be successful as his cousin?..."

I smile, using the chain links to pull myself up.

"Jake Raab....this is actually the first time I am facing a member of your illustrious family. I've heard the stories about your cousin, and how he was a champion here in Sin City in the past. But it seems as of late you are....falling short of living up to the previous success of Lord Raab. You've been given many...many chances at Championship gold...but you continue to fall way...way short. It seems as if you are destined to remain a contender for the rest of your time. Always a bridesmaid but never a bride...that seems to be the story of your career. Sure...you almost win it like you did in the Fatal Four Way for the World Heavyweight Title, but almost only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades. Now here we stand, you're facing a future champion with aspirations of winning Roulette Gold. But let's say you do by some miracle beat me..."

I walk across the ring with my hand in my pockets.

"You'd be given once again ANOTHER opportunity at a title, another one you'd once again squander and then as usual proceed to whine and cry like a little girl when you don't get your way. That seems to be as far as you usually get. Once again you are going to have another important task right in front of you..and we will see what you're really made of. Are you really this "New" Jake Raab that doesn't act like a spoiled child who throws a tantrum anytime he doesn't get what he wants? Are you done being looked at as a joke? Are you done making all those mistakes that you've mentioned before? Meet me in the ring and prove it. Show the world that Jake Raab is NOT a joke. But the only problem is...you're gonna have to prove it against The Rock Soldier."


Reaching into my bag, I get a bottle of water.


"You mentioned before something about Austin James Mercer whining and crying about a title loss some weeks ago...but look what has happened now Jakey Boy, Austin is the new SCW World Heavyweight Champion...while you are the one who's on the outside looking in. Austin earned the respect of me, and everyone in that locker room, something you haven't even done yet."


I take a swig of my water.


"See...people like Mercer, they respect Mercer. They don't like you..and they don't respect you. But if you want that respect back, I suggest you stop whining and crying like a little girl...go out there and face me and EARN that respect back. Maybe, just maybe you won't be used as a walking punchline in the SCW locker room. But unfortunately for you, you are headed once again to another straight loss in the record books. If you thought you hit rock bottom before when you lost that Fatal Four Way match...you're going to feel even worse when I leave you laying."


I take a look at the ring around me, knowing I'm going to be in for a war.


"Jake Raab...just a kid going up in a game that he is not ready for. You want to repeat the success your cousin has, but it seems so far...you haven't come close. Your mistakes of youth will come back to haunt you in this match. Now, I may not be the cage fighter you are, but I have been all over the world and fought every Tom Dick and Harry who thought they could try me, and I always ended up with my hand raised. Kedron Williams thought he could spook me with his oh so cryptic words last week, and I burned that witch at the stake. He was only step one on my road to the title...you my friend...will be step two."


I begin to leave the ring.


"See Raab, it doesn't matter where you've been, how many MMA fights you won...everything you've done before doesn't mean a damn thing here. I'm on my road to the Roulette Title...and it goes through you. Sure, you may be from the world of Ultimate Fighting..and you may know a whole lot of moves that'll snap my bones in half, but when the match is over, I will be the last man standing while you lie in a broken heap in the middle of the ring. So I suggest you tighten those gloves and square up...because you're gonna get rocked."


I leave the ring and exit the arena as the camera crew packs in everything.

 It had been a few days since I last saw Victoria Ravencroft. Me and Aiden never really talked about the subject at hand, probably because we didn't want any awkwardness between us. One night we decided to just hang out at our favorite bar, The White Horse..watering hole for everybody in LA. We went over to the bartender who nodded to us.


Raymond: Hey what'll it be boys?


Griffin Hawkins: Just two beers.


He pours us some beers. I drink mine as we both just converse about the things that have been going on in the news lately...Trump, celebs, you name it. But the one thing we didn't talk about is family..for obvious reasons. Then out of nowhere he brings it up.


Aiden Ravencroft: So...we're not gonna talk about it?


Griffin Hawkins: You mean the thing with your Mom?


Aiden Ravencroft: No I mean Kim and Kanye, of course that. Are we just gonna ignore it?


Griffin Hawkins: I was hoping she brought it up with you.


Aiden Ravencroft: We don't usually talk that much these days..


Griffin Hawkins: I see..


Aiden Ravencroft: ...So, what happened?


Griffin Hawkins: Well..she came around...sticking her nose up at my line of work. And said that it would be just a matter of time before you come back to working for the family.


Aiden Ravencroft: Yeah..she likes to act like she knows everything.


Griffin Hawkins: Look..if you want to back out of this thing with me, I understand.


Aiden Ravencroft: Wait what?...


Griffin Hawkins: I don't want to come between you and your family. I got enough going on in my life and I don't want your family drama to be part of it...so It'd be a good idea if you quit.


He looked at me with a serious look on his face.


Aiden Ravencroft: You're not gonna get rid of me that easily Griff...


Griffin Hawkins: What?


Aiden Ravencroft: You hired me..and I'm staying by your side.


Griffin Hawkins: But what about your family?


Aiden Ravencroft: I love my family..but it's time I do what's right for myself.


Griffin Hawkins: She said that you were just going through a dry spell and it won't be long until you come to your senses.


Aiden Ravencroft: Well, I have a history of trying new things and falling on my ass. This time I want to see it through.


Griffin Hawkins: I guess I understand that..


Aiden Ravencroft: Besides, how will I know if I'm good at something if I'm stuck under my family's umbrella. I'm sick and tired of people kissing my ass just because of my family name. Maybe my Dad is used to being surrounded by sycophants, but that's not me. Besides, I think us together will make a great team.


Griffin Hawkins: You really think so?


Aiden Ravencroft: I know so...I'm with you for the long haul.


I smile and raise my glass.


Griffin Hawkins: Then here's to us...The Hawkins and Ravencroft Detective Agency.


We both cling our mugs together.


Aiden Ravencroft: Damn right..but why does your name have to be first?


I laugh as I sit back down.


Griffin Hawkins: Because I thought of it first. When you put your own detective agency together you can call it whatever you want.


Aiden Ravencroft: You better watch yourself then..


From here on out, we're our own men. Nobody to tell us what to do or how to do things. We were going to work together and help people. Something told me to trust Aiden. It's us against the world, and it's time for us to go out there and prove that we belong.


~Flashback~


The past can definitely hurt. I know that better than anyone. Marquis asked me to give wrestling a try...and I figured, why not? For the next three years I'd continue to wrestle, getting trained and honing my craft in the ring. But I didn't know how else to get through the day. During one event, I had a big match against an opponent I didn't know if I could beat or not. To relax, I needed a little pick me up....in the form of a needle. As I sat alone in the bathroom stall, I took a deep breath as  I tied a band to my arm, injecting the heroin into me.


Griffin Hawkins: Oww!...fuck...


I then heard a familiar voice come into the bathroom.


Marquis Laveaux: Griff? You okay?


I quickly put the tools away in my leather jacket, rolling my sleeve back up and flushing the toilet as I leave the stall, hopefully fooling him. He looks at me with an odd look on his face as I come up to him.


Griffin Hawkins: ..Hey..


Marquis Laveaux: ...You okay? You sounded like you were in pain in there.


Griffin Hawkins: Oh uh..it was the food in catering, jeez...you do not wanna try any of it dude..


Marquis Laveaux: Oh..right. So you ready to fight The Executioner tonight?


Griffin Hawkins: Ready as I'll ever be...


It went on like that for the next few years. The more evolved in the ring, the more my look started to evolve. I started to grow my hair out longer and I even started getting tattoos. I had a rock star look to me that I decided to go with. Taking a name from an Ace Frehley song, I decided to give myself the name The Rock Soldier. I was 21 years old by the time I started to make it into a major wrestling promotion...Gods of Wrestling. I had spent so much time overseas, wrestling in Japan, Europe and everywhere in between. This was my first American federation.


I was ready.


I had a meeting with the owner of GOW, Jus Huntley and he had signed me to a five year contract. I was so excited I had to tell Marquis.


I rushed home to the apartment, wanting to tell him the good news. After years of struggling, taking beatings from people bigger than me, I had finally made it. More than anything, I wanted to be a tag team. He got me off the streets and gave me a home. The least I can do is succeed with him. As I opened the door to the apartment, I was expecting to see Marquis...but instead I saw Tristian crying on the couch.


Griffin Hawkins: ...Tristian?


Without saying a word, she rushes over and hugs me close. Something was obviously wrong.


Griffin Hawkins: What's going on?


Tristian Michaels: ...He's gone.


I felt my heart drop to the floor...there had to be some kind of mistake.


Griffin Hawkins: ...Marquis is gone? What do you mean?


Tristian Michaels: He left, all his stuff in his room is gone.


I didn't want to believe her. I left her side and rushed to his room..and sure enough, he was gone. Not one trace of him. I went back to her as she was heartbroken.


Griffin Hawkins: ...I don't understand this, did he at least leave a note?


Tristian Michaels: No...I just came home and found that he took his things and left..


I could feel my heart shattering just as bad as hers.


Griffin Hawkins: There has to be some kind of explanation for this...


Tristian Michaels: ...Griffin, Marquis is gone, I don't think he's coming back...


Overcome with sadness, me and Tristian hug one another. Marquis had left me to my darkest lesson, if I'm going to be a success...I was gonna have to do it alone. To this day...I don't know why he left, why he decided to abandon the woman he loves. All I knew is I'd have to go on...with or without him. I haven't seen Marquis since then, he never contacted me. I knew from there, wherever my life goes, wherever my career goes, I got to make it on my own. My legacy had officially begun.


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Cameras open to what looks to be the bad side of town. Burned out buildings and desolation as far as the eye can see. But however the camera man manages to find me in these surroundings sitting against the wall on this night, clad in a leather jacket and black ripped jeans. I have my hands in my pocket as the hood on my Misfits hoodie adorns my head. I slowly begin to speak.


"The old saying goes...those who fail to learn from the past are condemned to repeat it. My past has always found a way to come back to haunt me, being surrounded by nothing but my demons in a place like this. But over they years I learned to put the past behind me and look to the future. Sin City Wrestling will always be part of my past....but I will not live in it forever. I look to the future in 2018....in that year I make it my quest to become World Heavyweight Champion for the fourth time in my career. I can put my past behind me...but one man who's a prisoner of his own past is none other than Christian Underwood. His last promo just seemed to be a shrine to himself and his glory days to when he was in his prime. I myself have accomplished a lot in the old days, but the one thing I refuse to do is rest on my laurels. I refuse to let my past definite me. This match is not about the past, it's about the future. When this is over, I'll move on to a new company...while Christian Underwood will be left  to reminisce about the old times, about the man he once was."


Christian in his prime was a hell of a wrestler...but I wondered if he still has it.


"See, as I predicted Christian...you are wrong about me. See, I don't see you as some easy target, somebody that I can easily mop the floor with. I know that you are just busting through to get in that ring again, that's why I challenged you again and again to put this petty bullshit aside and fight me like a man. But some weeks ago when I did challenge you to a fight...you backed down. For the first time in those beady little eyes of yours, I saw doubt. That tells me deep down inside that you're not sure that you can take me. You're doubting yourself, questioning if you can lace up those boots one last time and beat me. That little trip down memory lane, that wasn't just a nostalgia trip....that was your attempt to intimidate me, your attempt to make me doubt myself  like I'm sure you are now. But I goaded you...I questioned your manhood..called you a washed up has been...and that really struck a nerve. When I said you were an afterthought...I'm sure you went home and asked yourself...is he right? Have I gone soft? Am I still the man? All those questions will be answered this Sunday."


I rest my head against the wall of the building, just thinking on the time from now until Sunday.


"Whether you want to admit it or not Christian, you and me are not so different. We're a lot alike. We both come from broken homes, everything we have in life...we had to scratch and claw and fight our way to the top to get it. Nobody ever gave us a god damned thing..we earned it. That's all we have in common. But what makes us different is somewhere along the line...you've grown soft. If somebody like me came up to you a long time ago, you would have no problem knocking me out. But instead you decide to take your power and abuse it in the hopes that I don't become a success in SCW. I'll admit..at first I figured you were some pretty boy who was too much of a pussy to fight me. But when I found out you were a wrestler and you were a great Champion in your day, I wondered when were you gonna finally be a man and take me on face to face. The last time we had a scuffle, you gave me a black eye...but did I back down? No. I looked at you and asked is that the best you can do to me. Though I do commend you for finally deciding to be a man and fight me. But this match is gonna be the biggest mistake you ever made."


It was put up or shut up time for both of us..no turning back.


"Judging by your little speech Chris...you don't like my attitude. You think I'm cocky, that I'm full of myself, that I have an ego. Well you're right...I do have an ego. But I have earned the right to have one. I competed all over the world...not just Sin City Wrestling. I've been in so many organizations and won countless titles by doing what I say I would do and beat my opponents right dead in the center of the ring. You may not like me..but you can't deny that I am capable of putting on the match of the night. Also...I never said that I was "great". If I said something like that, I'd be a narcissistic douchebag like you.  I don't need to say that I'm great..if you listen to the people out there in the arena, and all the guys in the back, they'll tell you what Griffin Hawkins is not all hype, he is the real deal.  Hell, in the first three months I was here, I already won the Future Star of the Year award, and on the same night won the Internet Title despite your bogus ass officiating. That has to say something about me right? Problem is...you hate what you don't understand, that's why you take your eyes and look down upon me. But after Sunday...you're gonna have no choice but to respect me, even if I have to beat it out of you."


I go over and sit on the stoop, looking to the camera.


"You think you're the first person who's tried to hold me down out of some misplaced vendetta Christian? You obviously have not watched me over the years. In many companies there have been corrupt authority figures..some even worse than you who didn't want me representing their company just because I wasn't politically correct...just because I didn't suck up to them in exchange for title shots and guaranteed Main Event spots. I said from the beginning that I would make it to the top on my own..that's what I've always done. That's why I am Internet Champion..not because I kissed anyone's ass, nor was I protected since I got here, I earned the title just like I earned every title...I did it on my own. But it feels like no matter how many of you I get rid of, I will always have someone in my face trying to stop me from being a success because they can't stand to see someone they deem as undesirable to hold a title belt. It eats you alive inside that I am even a Champion in SCW and that my name will go down in history as the last ever Superstar to hold a prestigious belt held by greats such as J2H, Kris Ryans, Despayre, and the late Bruce Evans himself. I realize you won't be the last to try to stop my ascension to the top..but the one thing I can do, is show you why I am one of the best Superstars on the Sin City Wrestling roster. This is gonna be something you are gonna have to learn to live with."


I can feel the blood boil in me, I had a lot to prove.


"I'll give you one thing Christian...you have had a hell of a career. You beat a lot of top level competition. You beat giants...killers..guys who would crush anyone like a grape. But the reality is...I don't think

you have ever faced anyone like me. In the last few months I took everything from you, and not once did I back down. You did everything you could to try and derail me....and you failed. James Tuscini couldn't get the job done, especially with you in his back pocket. And sticking me with Samuel Deveraux, the man who handed me my first loss didn't work either. You think you got me all figured out...but you don't know the first thing about me Christian. So I want you to forget about Gene Banton, I want you to forget about Romeo, I want you to forget it all. I want you to remember the name Griffin Hawkins..and remember the date..January 14th 2018..for it will be the day that your name goes down infamy. It will be the day that you get defeated by The Rock Soldier"


I slowly stand up.


"I'm the first guy you considered getting back in the ring with? Good. I want you to continue to take solace into that. Because once that bell rings, you're gonna start to believe real quick that I'm the last man you ever want to get in the ring with. Because all this is all about planning...I got you figured out, but the same can't be said for you Chrissy. And from the sounds of that little speech of yours a few nights ago, you haven't done any planning, you seem to think this is gonna be a Cakewalk. You're the one who hasn't done his homework. You're gonna come face to face with me..and you know what happens then? You get beat....you get humiliated. Why? Because you didn't do your homework. You underestimated your opponent. You took me lightly. Sad truth Mr.Underwood is that you're not a legend in your own time....you're even not a legend in your own mind. You're a legend in your own fantasy. Playing clips of your glory days is not going to win you this match, wrestling will. When I came here to Sin City, I said I would not back down from anybody...and I sure as fuck am not gonna back down from a sad pathetic shell of a man who has an inferiority complex towards Superstars who do what he used to do...only better. To all Sin City Fans watching..I'll see you all really soon. To Christian Underwood...I'll see you Sunday."


I come down from the steps, putting my hands in my pocket as I walk off into the night.

 I was relieved to get Aiden out of trouble. No longer did I have to worry about him working for the mob, because he was going to be working for me. On Monday I showed him the ropes as I brought him to the main hall. He looked around, taking in everything.


Aiden Ravencroft: Wow...so this is where you work?...


Griffin Hawkins: Yeah, I know it's not fancy, but it's honest work.


Aiden Ravencroft: Oh it's good...I like things simple. At least I don't gotta worry about seeing any dead bodies.


Griffin Hawkins: Only thing dead you'll see is the cockroaches...remind me to call an exterminator tomorrow.


Aiden Ravencroft: You got it boss.


I did like the sound of that. I figure I joke around with him a bit.


Griffin Hawkins: Stick with me kid and you'll get to the top..


Aiden Ravencroft: *laughs* Dude, I'm a year older than you.


Griffin Hawkins: You're still my employee bro, remember that.


I lead the way as we head into the office.


Griffin Hawkins: And this is where all the magic happens...my office.


Aiden Ravencroft: Not bad, pretty good actually. Is this my desk?


Griffin Hawkins: No..that's my desk. Your desk is over there.


I motion to the desk that's near the window.


Aiden Ravencroft: Ah, I get a nice view of the area, not bad.


Griffin Hawkins: Hey, I'm not paying you sit around and do nothing, but make sure to enjoy the view once in a while.


Aiden Ravencroft: No problem..so whats my job?


Griffin Hawkins: You take any calls that come here, write it down and I'll set up the meeting with our client. After that we'll get to work in helping the person with the problem.


Aiden Ravencroft: Sounds...pretty interesting.


Griffin Hawkins: You really think so?


Aiden Ravencroft: Yeah, so...why did you put this together in the first place?


Griffin Hawkins: It's hard to explain...I guess I like helping people. People who have problems and can't go to others. I know that sounds lame.


Aiden Ravencroft: Oh no, it doesn't at all. In times like this in a world where we got a douchebag as president, it's good to have someone out there looking out for somebody.


Griffin Hawkins: Thanks...and I know this isn't as glamorous as you working for your family or as a bartender, but it is work.


Aiden Ravencroft: I'm always up for anything new. Shall we get started?


Griffin Hawkins: Yeah...lets do it.


He nods as he goes to his desk, getting everything set up. I go to mine and kick back, reading a newspaper. I was starting to think maybe us together would be perfect, at least I'd be keeping him out of trouble. I just hope he doesn't get me in trouble...




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~Flashback~


After that fight with Gideon...I felt humiliated and hurt. I had no idea how to feel now, I felt like I was emasculated somehow. The words he told me as he rained down fists upon me was just brutal. After I told Marquis what had happened, he actually didn't really say much about it, which confused me. I didn't understand why he wasn't doing anything about it. Course, I didn't expect him to fight my battles, but at least stick up for me once in a while. One night I was reading a Punisher comic book in my room as I lied back on my bed when suddenly, he opened the door, walking into the room with a serious look on his face.


Marquis Laveaux: Come with me...I have something to show you.


I put down the book, looking up at him


Griffin Hawkins: Where are we going?


Marquis Laveaux: You'll see...call it a surprise.


I wasn't sure if I would like this surprise or not. Just days before I got the surprise of my life when Gideon beat me down like a Dog, who knows what was going to happen next. I followed him out to the car and we drove downtown. I honestly didn't know where we were going...I remained silent during the car ride, not sure if it was okay to speak up. Finally he spoke.


Marquis Laveaux: What I'm about to do is help you out. In the long run, you'll be grateful that I did this for you.


Griffin Hawkins: Um...okay.


What was he doing for me? How was this going to help me out? Soon we stopped on the edge of town in what looked to be an old gym. We both got out of the car and went up to it, him leading the way for me. He reached into the pocket of his trench coat and pulled out a key, opening the door with a creak. He turned on the light switch and there looked to be some heavy sandbags, a punching bag, some weights, and a huge wrestling ring right in the center of it.


Griffin Hawkins: Whats this?...


Marquis Laveaux: Whats it look like? A wrestling ring.


Griffin Hawkins: I get that, but why did you bring me here?


He looks to me with a serious look on his face.


Marquis Laveaux: Look, Gideon beat you down. He could've killed you right there if he wanted to, but chose not to. You were lucky that day.


Griffin Hawkins: I realize that. But why am I here?


Marquis Laveaux: I've thought about it and I want to train you to be a wrestler.


I was immediately taken aback..a wrestler?


Griffin Hawkins: A wrestler? You mean like those big dudes on TV?


Marquis Laveaux: Same ones.


Griffin Hawkins: What experience do you have?...


Marquis Laveaux: Well I've been wrestling for the last ten years...I'd say that's a lot.


Griffin Hawkins: Marquis...have you looked at me? I'm not exactly the wrestling type, I just got the shit beat out of me on a subway train...and you want me to be a wrestler?


Marquis Laveaux: I realize this sounds crazy to you, but after what happened with Gideon it made me realize that I'm not always going to be there to back you up. You need to fend for yourself.


Griffin Hawkins: Okay...so you want me to learn how to wrestle. Never mind I have no prior experience in this sort of area..not to mention I'm just now finding out that you're a wrestler.


Marquis Laveaux: It's not something I tell a lot of people about. But you don't have to have prior experience in this. Have you played any sports in your life?


Griffin Hawkins: Well when I was younger I used to play little league baseball as a pitcher. As I grew older I started playing Hockey with my friends.


Marquis Laveaux: Well, you're well on your way. First I wanna see how well you hit...I want you to punch me as hard as you can.


I did not like where this was going...


Griffin Hawkins: Dude..if I hit you, you hit me back, and I'll be taking a dirt nap.


Marquis Laveaux: I'm not going to hit you back, this is a free shot. I wanna see how hard you hit..see if its enough to knock me down. My hand are behind my back..


He takes off his coat, placing both arms behind his back. I ball my fist up and connect with the hardest punch I can, striking him hard in the face. He's staggers back a bit, but it doesn't knock him down. I did however manage to make him bleed. He wipes it off.


Marquis Laveaux: Not bad...for a beginner. But you're gonna have to try harder than that if you want to pursue this career.


Griffin Hawkins: ....Okay?


Marquis Laveaux: Before we go further, I want to make sure you're all in for this. I don't want to push you into something you're not ready for. If you don't want to train to be a wrestler, then just say the word and we'll go home..I'll never bring it up again.


I thought about it. For the last few years I have been looking for something to do with my life. Wanting to escape my rich and wealthy family name. Chances are I was gonna get hurt...but on the other hand this was my chance to carve my own name into history without them. I didn't know if I would succeed or not, but I had to take a chance.


Griffin Hawkins: .....I'll do it. Come on, lets get started.


Marquis Laveaux: Whoa whoa, don't get too excited. Your training won't be with me, it will be with the owner of this gym. If you want this, you gotta be up early..8 AM tomorrow...no later.


Griffin Hawkins: I'll be up.


Marquis Laveaux: Good..lets get out of here.


He turns to leave, but something Gideon said still bothered me.


Griffin Hawkins: Marquis...wait....Gideon said some...things to me. He called me a charity case and said it wouldn't be long until you get bored and toss me aside.


He steps closer to me, looking at me as if I was an injured dog.


Marquis Laveaux: Griffin, Gideon doesn't know anything about you or what you're capable of. I saw something in you that night that I haven't seen in anyone in ages. You're gonna be something great one day, you just have to have more confidence in yourself and not listen to him. I'm with you every step of the way, I'd never ditch you.


Griffin Hawkins: ...You really mean that?


Marquis Laveaux: I promise...I will never leave your side.


That almost instantly put all my worst fears to rest, he believed that much in me that he was going to stand by me. We leave the gym as I have hope in my heart that I would succeed in this endeavor. I have never wrestled before, so this was going to take a long time. But I was set on making my own name and blazing my own trail. My journey would begin tomorrow..



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Cameras open up to a very chilling place. On this night it's time to say goodbye to all...as the camera man zooms out, we see many headstones. It doesn't take long for them to realize this is a Cemetery. I walk from out of the shadows in this lonely cold place. I'm dressed clad in black, a long black trenchcoat covering me as I got my hands in my pockets.


"Fate can indeed be a cruel mistress. Just when my SCW career is just starting to flourish...in just a matter of weeks, it will come to an end. Sin City Wrestling will close it's doors for the final time. Everything that has been built up for years, everything it represents will be nothing more than a memory. I realize nothing lasts forever...I know all things must die. In time we'll look back on SCW's history and remember all the past superstars...Kris Ryan....Dmitri...Despayre...Alice Knight...warriors who fought for what they believed in and never gave up. My time here is nearly over, I don't know what will happen between now and the new year. But the one thing I can promise is that I will give the people a show of a lifetime. I will see to it that they remember Griffin Hawkins as a man who never gave up, who never sold out, and never backed down from anyone no matter who it was. This match coming, is the biggest match of my SCW career...for the first time ever, I face the World Heavyweight Champion in form of Calvin Harris."


I continue to walk, not even looking at the graves as I pass. I stop near the end of them.


"Calvin Harris...heh....we meet at last, one on one. This time no tag matches, no more you taking all the glory while I do most of the work carrying your sorry ass. It's finally one on one...heh, you had to know this was coming Calvin, the two of us..two major players in SCW clashing for the first time. Many are saying this is your biggest challenge to date, I see it as the same thing. You've been complaining on and on about how you're being booked...well I guess management got tired of listening to you cry like a little girl and threw you a bone. Because here's the thing, I'm not a Clown...and I'm not a Crusader....I'm The Rock Soldier. I'm the guy who's coming straight at you..and you can thank almighty God that that belt of yours is not on the line. It's not about titles dude, it's about giving the people the show that they deserve. It's about leaving a lasting memory for the people of Vegas. And that memory will come when I lay you out in the middle of the ring."


Calvin Harris..my toughest challenge to date. I know already there will be an uphill battle.


"You know...there is just this one thing that I have been wondering Calvin..why are those two stiffs really here? I mean..you got Daniel Richards and Gabriel Michaels...but do you think the average SCW fan knows who they are? Do you think they even care? Here's the truth man...nobody gives a fuck about what you did in some pissy little federation you and those two rent a cops wrestled in a few years ago. They don't care about the past, they care about now. You brought them back..claiming the system is against you? Nah man..that's a smoke screen. You brought them back because you're scared as fuck. You knew that with Dmitri out of the picture, it wouldn't be long until the whole roster starts gunning for you. They're not just friends to you...they're a security blanket. They are protection to keep you from losing that belt to bigger and badder competition. Because without them you're a man without a country. That itself tells me that you're scared. You're worried that you'll lose the title again, so you went out and picked up the phone and begged you buddies to come out of retirement or whatever Burger King they were working at to come down and assist you. That's where you and me differ. I knew on my road to the top...it would be a tough one. But I didn't need to pick up my phone and call my old pals to back me up...everything I've done, I did it on my own. You travel in a pack, I travel alone. But if your two little butt puppets want to come down and watch the match, I invite them. Because once their meal ticket is gone..they'll go back to whatever podunk workplace they were at as if nothing happened."


I look around at the graves around me.


"I came to this place for a special reason. Around me are tombstones....people I have left in my wake on my road to the top...."


The camera man shows the tombstones, Samuel Devereux, Damian Payne, James Tuscini, Ryan Keys, Steve Ramone, and Dmitri.


"All serious competition. They all tried against me and they failed. Former Champions, former contenders, all around athletes. But none of them compare to you Calvin. None of them your champion pedigree. I realize that this win....would be a good way for me to go out. A victory over the World Heavyweight Champion...the company's top guy. I'm not gonna tell you that this is gonna be easy Calvin, I'm not like you. I don't have a hard fought match and then pretend that the whole thing is a breeze. I learned a long time ago that too much arrogance can be a man's downfall. I know that coming up against you....there's a chance that I'll be defeated. But I use that fear to fuel me. I use it as motivation to go in there and give you the biggest fight you have had in SCW. In times like this, I have to give the SCW fans something to remember me by. And so far, I have not disappointed. Whether I am opening the card...or main eventing it, I make sure every single fan in this arena has something to talk about the next morning. See, all these warriors are people who put up their best against me...but in the end they failed. Will you be added to this list?.."


A sly smile comes across my face before I continue.


"I must say..for a World Champion, god damn are you bitter. Your problem is you whine about EVERYTHING! I mean Christ alive man, I've heard people with gunshot wounds complain less than you do. Every time there's a camera in front of you, all you ever do is whine and cry and bitch and moan about not getting what you think you deserve. When was the last time you said anything that actually meant something? You're pretty much a 6'2 227 pound child who always stomps his feet when he doesn't get attention. My little boy at home has more maturity than you and that's sad. Whenever something goes wrong on your end, you blame everyone around you because you don't got the balls to go home, look in the mirror and blame yourself for your short comings and errors. Is this the example that you want to set for your kid? When things don't go your way you throw a big ass tantrum like the world's biggest crybaby bitch? This sounds cliche dude...but to get respect, you gotta earn respect. And all you've done lately is run around and blame management for your shortcomings as if there's some kind of conspiracy against you just cause you're champion. Wake up Calvin! There is NO conspiracy! There is no agenda against you! Ward and Christian handed you everything on a silver platter and you act as if the whole world is against you. You've been given everything that the every man and woman in that SCW locker room would give their right arm to have what you have..and you were crying on social media just because you're "unfairly" booked or you don't have a show that's dedicated to you? You playing the victim card has gotten old a LONG time ago. You're not a martyr...you're just a sad..pathetic..flawed shell of a man who doesn't got it between his legs to look in the mirror and see the failure in front of him."


Calvin was someone who needed to be brought back down to earth...and fast.


"You talked before about being the best...and how Christian and Ward don't give you the credit you deserve. I ask you....what have you done to deserve any credit? Yeah, you beat Dmitir..the same guy twice, but who have you beaten since then? Anthrax? Please...The Crusader, good athlete, but not quite on your level.

You say you're the best, but you have NOT beaten the best. Kris Ryans has been calling you out for months, and he was the Roulette Champion for over a year...and each time you ignored him. Crimson lately has stepped his game up, and he mentioned that he wants your title, but he's not even on your radar. See, I held a title like the one you're holding now...three times in my career. And I knew quickly in holding a belt like that, is that you have to take on all comers who want to knock you off your perch. It seems you're just comfortable facing jabronies that my sister could beat to a pulp...but when it's someone who's fierce competition who you see as a threat, you complain on social media about it...sometimes even threatening to no show the event. Is that how a World Champion is supposed to behave? The truth of the matter is...you haven't been tested since you won that title. You've already proven your superiority over someone like Dmitri...but what's gonna happen when you face a new Challenger? What's gonna happen when you face me?"


The collision between me and Harris was fast approaching, only one of us would walk out the winner.


"I know as always you're probably treating this like it's gonna be the easiest match you ever had because well let's face it..you're a douchebag with zero redeeming qualities. But I'm treating this like a true clash of the titans. See...you may not realize this, but you and me are a rare dying breed. We both climbed out from where we're at, we were both told that we don't have what it takes to get to top, so we scratched and clawed and fought for what we want. We toured the world, honed our craft, becoming a global brand. See, you don't see it that way. You see this match is nothing but bragging rights, I see it as a chance for both of us to give the people...the fans of SCW a match to go out on. I have a chip on my shoulder just like you....but the only difference is, I care about this company, I got the respect of everyone in that locker room. This is something you and me have fought our whole lives to get at, and I'm not going to squander it. Win or Lose, I'll give the people of Sin City something to talk about the next morning, I guarantee you that."


I begin stepping up on the hill.


"What's puzzling you is the nature of my game. You spoke about me before, treating me like i'm just some jabroni who just came out of nowhere. I'm a guy who's been in the ring with them all, I've turned kings into beggars, Gods into simps. And how do I do that? I take the hardest hits my opponent can dish out and I ask him...is that the best you got?  I know when my story in Sin City is over, people will remember me as one of the greatest in it's history...bar none. And while I am disappointed that I won't get to achieve my goal in becoming Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion, I'll at least take solace in knowing that I was in the ring with the man himself and I was able to give him the biggest fight of his life....hell..as an added bonus, I may end up handing him his most significant loss."



I finally make my way up to the hill, I go to what looks to be an empty grave...on it reads...Calvin Brandon Harris,

November 19th 1988 - December 17th 2017.


"Will this be your grave Calvin? Unlike Eboneezer Scrooge...you may not have a chance of escaping this fate. Sin City Wrestling is ending...everyone's wondering where they will be in 2018. I already have a place I'll be going to when my time here is up..question is where are you gonna be? Shit, last time you lost the title you acted like a pouty little baby who just got his candy taken away from him. After you lost the title, you just disappeared, you went into hiding, you refused to be interviewed so you can talk about losing the title. I mean..if your match didn't have a rematch clause, we probably would never hear from you again...which wouldn't be a big loss. Are you gonna retire? Or are you going to go to another company, get your ass beat, and claim the whole world is against you as usual because you blame everyone for your shortcomings? That's why we're here....for this may be your fate. The run of Calvin Harris will come to an end, but before that happens. I'm gonna get my piece of you. I have been waiting for months to test my skills against you, see if you are everything you say you are. There is no turning back from where you and me are headed. This is the last hurrah for both of us in Sin City. The question is can The Martyr defeat The Rock Soldier? All questions will be answered this Sunday. Now if you'll excuse me....I got some work to do. See you Sunday Calvin..."


I pick up the shovel and begin to shovel the dirt into Calvin's grave. Sunday was going to be the day of reckoning for both of us.

 After thinking about it, I decided maybe it wasn't such a wise idea for Aiden to be working for the mob. I didn't want him to risk his life in case something happened. I went by Leo's Bistro to check on him, seeing if he was doing alright. As I walked in that night to see many businessmen and some people out with their families. I have to say, this does look like a nice restaurant. I wouldn't ,mind bringing my family here myself...but that's something to think about for another day. I walk past everyone and make my way to the bar. I see Aiden serving a customer, pouring him a drink. He looks to me and smiles.


Aiden Ravencroft: Griff! Good to seeya man!


Griffin Hawkins: Same to you bro, I see you've done well for yourself.


Aiden Ravencroft: You can say that again...so  what brings you here?


Griffin Hawkins: Just thought I'd come by and see how you were doing.


Aiden Ravencroft: Oh I'm doing great. At first I thought this job was bad news...but its actually not so bad...the customers are nice, the tips are great, I can honestly say this job is a pretty sweet deal.


This was definitely the opposite of what I was expecting to hear.


Griffin Hawkins: So...you like it here?


Aiden Ravencroft: Of course I do, hell I should thank you for setting me up to work here.


Griffin Hawkins: Aiden...um...you do remember you're here to work off a debt right?


Aiden Ravencroft: Oh I already paid off the debt.


Griffin Hawkins: You did?


Aiden Ravencroft: Yeah this job pays quite a lot.


I was really confused.


Griffin Hawkins: So...why are you still here?


Aiden Ravencroft: When I made enough to pay off the debt a few nights ago, they gave me a choice...I can either walk away and I never have to see them again...or stay on hand as their new  bartender.

I thought about it and I decided to work here on a permanent basis.


Griffin Hawkins: ...I'm confused, so now you wanna work here full time?


Aiden Ravencroft: Yeah of course.


Griffin Hawkins: You do realize you're working for the mafia right? This isn't some run of the mill restaurant.


Aiden Ravencroft: This was your idea Griff, I mean you wanted me to pay off a debt by working here.


Griffin Hawkins: Yeah but this was to pay off your gambling debts...I wasn't looking for anything official.


Aiden Ravencroft: Griff...this is better than working at a hotel, I'm sick and tired of people kissing my ass just because I'm the boss' son. Here, they respect me. I am given compliments on my work.


Griffin Hawkins: Dude..your sister slapped me in the face.


That was enough to make him laugh.


Aiden Ravencroft: That's Amanda for ya...


Griffin Hawkins: It's not funny man..she's worried about you.


Aiden Ravencroft: She's always gonna worry about me, but I'll be fine. Look..I'm not getting involved in their business, I'm just working for them as a bartender. The first time I see anything suspicious..I'm outta here.


Griffin Hawkins: You give me your word?


Aiden Ravencroft: I give you my word...actually, I'm glad you came by tonight. I wanted to thank you for getting me this job, I have never felt more....at home. I feel welcome here.


I was still worried, but part of me was happy for him.


Griffin Hawkins: Um...you're welcome I think. It's nice to see you're happy at the job you've chosen.


Aiden Ravencroft: I have you to thank for it, I appreciate it all.


We continued to talk and converse about his new job throughout the hour, it all sounded interesting and I was really happy for him that he is away from a job that he hates and he's bartending a nice restaurant..but again it was for the Gambino family. I just hope I did more good than harm..


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~Flashback~


I was tired of getting the run around...I wanted to know the truth about Marquis, I wanted to know the story behind his so called friends and why they continue to stalk me. If I was going to live there, he had to tell me the truth. I thought about it all day and decided I was going to confront him. That night when he came home, I was waiting right in the living room, sitting on the couch.


Marquis Laveaux: Oh hey...


Griffin Hawkins: We need to talk.


Marquis Laveaux: Can't it wait till tomorrow?


Griffin Hawkins: No..it can't. This needs to be done now.


He then sits in his chair.


Marquis Laveaux: Fine..


Griffin Hawkins: Now..I don't want to sound like I'm ungrateful...because I do appreciate all that you've done for me so far. You took me in when I had no home and I was living off the streets...nobody I know would do that, especially after I tried to steal from you...I really am thankful that you gave me a home.


Marquis Laveaux: I saw you as someone who needed help..I hate to see someone like you on the streets alone.


Griffin Hawkins: But in that same respect...I want you to be honest.


Marquis Laveaux: About what?..


Griffin Hawkins: I want to know the whole story with you and those guys you roll with.


Marquis Laveaux: I don't think it's any of your business Griffin...


Griffin Hawkins: Well I'm making it my business, I want to know now.


Marquis Laveaux: This conversation's over.


He gets up to leave, heading for his room. I was determined to get answers as I stood up.


Griffin Hawkins: Hey! I'm talking to you! I am tired of being left in the dark about things!


Marquis Laveaux: Griffin...there's a lot about them you don't know, there's a reason I told you to stay away from them.


Griffin Hawkins: Then tell me why. I went out the other night with Tristian to get some Ice Cream, and there they were just looking at me..as if they were observing me like I'm some kind of animal..


Marquis Laveaux: I'm sorry for that...I really am.


Griffin Hawkins: Marquis..If I gotta look over my shoulder for the rest of my life and see if those two rejects from an Anne Rice novel are following me, I have a right to know why.


Marquis Laveaux: Fine....in my old life..before I met you and Tristian, me, Gideon, Camilla and my then girlfriend Elizabeth terrorized the countryside in the old times. No one was safe from us...


Griffin Hawkins: What did you do?


Marquis Laveaux: Murder..pillaging..plundering. We were on top of the world, the most feared quartet in Europe. I must've spilled so much blood and orphaned many children.


Griffin Hawkins: Wow...I had no idea...


Marquis Laveaux: It was carnage...bloody carnage. No one was safe from our violent reign of terror.

Finally one day, Gideon, Elizabeth and Camilla were in a brutal fight with an army of Vampire Hunters..I didn't know if they would survive...so I escaped their captivity and went to America some centuries ago. It was then where I started to realize the errors of my ways...I had so much blood on my hands I just couldn't get over it.


Griffin Hawkins: What kept you through?


Marquis Laveaux: Tristian...she has been like a light at the end of the tunnel for me, she's the only one who accepted me for who I was...I just hope in time that you do too.


For the first time ever...I felt sorry for him. I had no idea he was tormented by so much.


Griffin Hawkins: I'm sorry...I didn't know about all that.


Marquis Laveaux: It's not something I brag about..


Griffin Hawkins: So....why are they here?


Marquis Laveaux: They want me to return to the old times...they don't realize that that life is not for me anymore. I want to make something of myself...I want to do right by Tristian.


Griffin Hawkins: Well..I kind of admire that. You trying to leave your sordid past behind and start a new life...that's really nice.


Marquis Laveaux: You really think so?


Griffin Hawkins: Yeah, I mean..at least you know what you're doing with your life...I'm still trying to find my place.


Marquis Laveaux: As long as you stay out of trouble, you'll be alright.


Griffin Hawkins: Thanks Marquis...I think I'm gonna go to bed now.


I left the room...I was starting to understand Marquis more and more. After hearing about what he had gone through with that band of monsters he calls friends...I can see why he wanted to protect me. But deep down inside, I hated feeling weak..I was tired of being treated like I'm fragile, eventually I would have to fight.



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The cameras open to a....very dreary place. Nothing but darkness if not for the lights of the camera. There looks to be a marble coffin in the middle of the room. The camera then searches for me and finds me in a chair, dressed in a long black button down shirt and matching dress pants. I sit in the chair, the Internet Title resting perfectly on my left shoulder. After a few moments I begin to speak.


"We all live in the shadow of darkness. We all have dreams of immortality...very few of us live that dream. We imagine what it feels like to be on top of the world, king of all that we survey...and then we wake up, trying to survive another day. Those who have made it to the highest point in their lives one day wake up...and see that they have lost everything. They see that their empire has crumbled. It's happened with Tuscini...it'll happen one day for Calvin Harris....and it's already happened for Dmitri. In my time in this business, I've seen people climb to greater heights...and others fall from the universe. As the weeks and months go by, I continue to rise, becoming Internet Champion, being voted Future Superstar Of The Year. Meanwhile Dmitri....suffering two back to back losses to Harris....being forced to start at the bottom and work his way up by competing for the tag titles. So it's appropriate that two super powers collide in what is said to be the match of the night. The Vampire Warrior Dmitri..The Rock Soldier Griffin Hawkins. A classic case of the unstoppable force meets the immovable object. Something has got to give."


I turn in my chair a little as my speech continues.


"This makes it the second time we looked across the ring at eachother isn't it Dmitri? The first time it was a tag match where I did most of the grunt work while Calvin Harris picked up the scraps and took all the glory for himself. Before our match you told me to stay out of your way...or this would be the final night I'm alive.....what ended up happening Dmitri? I took the best you could dish out and I came back for more. Sure, you beat me from pillar to post, but I came back in your face and I laid into you with the same fire and determination that burns inside of you. But what makes things different this time Dmitri, is that there is no Calvin Harris to handicap me, and there is no James Tuscini to hide behind you while you do most of the work. It's just you and me...for the first time ever, one on one. Two of the best athletes in the sport today, facing off in that very ring. For this...I'm not sure of the outcome. I'm not gonna guarantee a victory...but what I can guarantee is the toughest fight you've ever been involved with."


I know Dmitri was still smarting over his loss, he wanted to get back onto the winning track by making an example out of me.


"I chose this place for this promo...thinking you'd feel right at home, being surrounded by nothing but death. But it seems as of late....there's something missing from you. I'm not talking about the World Heavyweight Title, but it's as if you are doubting yourself. You have lost twice to Harris...and instead of continuing to fight for the title, you decide that you and Tuscini are gonna make a run for the Tag Team Titles.

Are we seeing doubt in those cold eyes of yours? Are you starting to question your abilities in terms of getting the World Title? With all due respect to the belts, someone like you should not be going for the Tag Belts, you should be starting at the bottom and working your way to the top, instead of allowing Tuscini to piggyback off of your success. But you must not mind sharing the spotlight with him...but I ask you to leave your little sidekick in the back..I know he's gonna be watching and it must kill him to see me walk around with a title he used to hold after he promised to end my career...I want this to be between us."


I go over, standing by the casket.



"While we're on the subject of Tuscini....you really don't see what's happening do you? See..I think secretly...he wanted you to lose the title...why? Because he knew that if you retained over Harris, you'd go on to defend that title all over the world against all comers such as Samuel Deveraux...Anthrax...the Crusader and many others who would be knocking on the door for a shot at the belt. And that leaves him out in the cold, because look around, he's no longer the Internet Champion...I am. He's not gonna ask for a rematch because he knows that he can't beat me. I'm sure when you lost to Harris, he was jumping out of his chair like some kind of cheerleader. Don't you get it? It's what I was trying to tell you before...he is using you. He can't succeed on his own unless he has you by his side. But hey...maybe you're just keeping him around just for laughs. Maybe he amuses you. I mean...every King needs a Court Jester. You do however have a chance to turn all this around, because a victory over me would put everything back in contention for you. You'd go on to work your way up to the title while Tuscini goes back to hanging out with all the other curtain jerkers. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna give you a free pass and win over me. Because I too have something to prove in this match. I want to prove that I can indeed hang with the elite here in SCW..and it starts with you."


Dmitri was at his worst right now..I knew this would be a good time to strike.


"Truth is Dmitri....you NEED this win. Because lately you haven't really been yourself. Yes you're already dead...but you must be feeling dead inside lately since you lost the title. You want that gold back so bad you can taste it...it must really sting that you have no more chances at the title while the Champion will go on to face his next challenger. Is your star fading?  Is your once bright future suddenly going into the darkness that you ironically like to surround yourself with. While you are fading into the shadows....my start is starting to shine brightly. Not only winning the Internet Title...but winning the award for Future Star of the year. I usually don't toot my own horn...but that's pretty damn impressive. You need to prove that you are still the man that everyone in that locker room fears more than anyone on this roster? Are you that?...or are you a man that's lost his edge as of late? All questions will be answered this Sunday."


I walk across the floors of the crypt...this place sure is creepy.


"Let's go back in time Dmitri..you said weeks ago that you and me would one day clash for the title that belongs to you....as you can see, things didn't turn out the way that you hoped. But to me, that doesn't matter. Because I am stepping in the ring with a former Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion. To me that is just as good as stepping in with the actual champ himself. See, I've already beaten a few guys here in SCW, but I have never beaten anyone of your caliber. Ever since I got here I said I wanted the best and I was looking to prove it no matter who they put me in the ring with. Now..I do respect you Dmitri, you're a hell of a competitor...anyone who holds the richest prize in our industry has to be damn good. A victory over you would make my stock rise...even higher than it is now. I'm not looking at this as an easy match Dmitri, I know that this is my biggest challenge to date, and win or lose..people will see what The Rock Soldier can do."


I look into the camera, making sure the light shines on me so he can see me.


"Dmitri...I know the risk stepping in the ring with you. I know that you're bigger than me, you're stronger than me, you're more powerful than me and much more. Many tell me that I may get ripped apart stepping in the ring with you...and you know what? They are right. The title may not be on the line, but my well being is on the line. But the truth is....you don't intimidate me, you don't scare me, and I'm not gonna run and hide from you. In my life, I have gone through many things, horrible things, I've slept through things that would turn your hair grey. I will continue to fight each and every day for myself and my family, and the people who support me. Sure, I'll get beaten from pillar to post, but as another underdog once said..it's not about how hard you hit, it's about how hard you get hit and keep moving forward. So I want you to hit me as hard as you can and make it count...otherwise...it's gonna be you in this very Mausoleum...shoved in a casket..never to be opened again. I'm not afraid of the dark...and I'm not afraid of you. This Sunday Dmitri...you're gonna get rocked."


I walk out the doors of the Mausoleum and into the night as the camera crew wrap things up.

 Epilogue


In life...we all are met with obstacles....we can either overcome it, or run from it. I choose to fight it. I came to Sin City Wrestling to make a name for myself...and I knew the minute I got here, certain others would try and keep me from reaching the top. One of those people happen to be Christian Underwood....whether his vendetta against me is because he's insecure of someone like me succeeding where he's failed, or if he's doing it out of some kind of jealous..it doesn't matter. Because he is standing in front of me and my road to the title...he is the Guest Referee in my match against James Tuscini.


It's already an uphill battle.


Tuscini is bad enough, having to deal with him in the match. But what makes this worse is I have a General Manager who has been trying to hold me down the last few weeks as a possible deciding factor in this match. But am I scared? No. This isn't my first time dealing with adversity. When the night comes and sleep overtakes me, I know that I have to keep fighting no matter what is in my way. James Tuscini is indeed a tough man to beat, but he is not invincible. In a way his defeat helped me...because after playing the match over and over again in my head, I know where I went wrong. A lot say that defeat makes you smarter and prepares you for the next battle. Sun Tzu himself likely dealt with many defeats...but didn't allow it to throw him off his game.


I can't allow this to throw me off mine.


It seems no matter where I go, people take pleasure in trying to break my spirit and watch me bleed. They don't want me representing their company in some shape or form. I've been told to be like them...give up, give in to the forbidden temptations. I couldn't do that. A wise man once told me that if you allow hate to overtake you, it will turn you into something you swore you'd never become..something dark and sinister. I don't believe in doing any of that. I refuse to become a suit wearing sellout like Christian Underwood, or some pathetic little Gopher like James Tuscini. I got where I am today because of me, because of doing things my way. I have two sons and a beautiful wife that I hug and kiss before leaving to go to war...they all give me the drive to fight, for they are the source of my strength.


It's time to fight.


I'm not just doing this for me, I'm doing this for them. I'm doing this for every person out there who've been told they don't deserve to have what they want. I'm not gonna coast on my tag team victory like Tuscini is coasting on his victory over me...in my eyes that doesn't count. The real battle begins Sunday in Melbourne Australia. That Internet Title is coming home to me, and it doesn't matter what Christian tries to do. Because when it's over, I'm gonna be the one holding the belt over my head, and I'm gonna shove it right in his face so he can look at the man that he tried to keep down.


No turning back.



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~Flashback~


I hadn't exactly endeared myself to Marquis' friends. I was almost their dinner. Marquis had warned me to stay away from them and that sounded like good advice. For the next week I stayed away from the Nightclubs, hoping to avoid them. I usually went to my normal hangouts such as the Pizzeria or the Arcade. Most times I just stayed at home with Marquis's girlfriend Tristian in their apartment. For the night she went over to her girlfriends' for a party. So I had the place to myself. One night I was watching TV when I heard a knock on the door. I figured one of them were back and forgot something...but I opened the door and saw Camilla. She had a smile on her face as she looked up at me.


Camilla Bartley: Well hello...


Her British accent sounded soothing. I felt nervous around her...I was hoping I wouldn't see her or her man again.


Griffin Hawkins: Hi...um..Marquis isn't here right now, but I'll let him know that you came around.


I go to close the door, but she stops me.


Camilla Bartley: Actually...I'm here to see you...Griffin. May I come in?


Griffin Hawkins: I'm....not sure that's a good idea...


Camilla Bartley: Don't be shy...I just want to talk, I promise...I won't touch you.


I wanted to believe her, but then I remembered what happened last time I was around her.


Griffin Hawkins: You tried to bite my neck...


Camilla Bartley: That's because I didn't know you were a friend of Marquis..if I knew I wouldn't have touched you. All I want is to start off on a new leaf..is that so much to ask Griffin?


I look in her eyes for sincerity as she looked up at me.


Griffin Hawkins: No...I guess not...


Camilla Bartley: So..can I come in?..


Griffin Hawkins: ....okay.

As she stepped inside she looked around the apartment.


Camilla Bartley: You here all by yourself?


Griffin Hawkins: Um...yeah I am.


Camilla Bartley: It must be lonely staying here all by yourself..why don't you join me on the couch?


She sits on the couch, motioning for me to come over. I nervously walk over and sit by her.


Camilla Bartley: So tell me Griffin...how did you and Marquis meet?


Griffin Hawkins: He...took me off the streets and gave me a home.


Camilla Bartley: That's quite sweet of him to do that.


Griffin Hawkins: Yeah...


Camilla Bartley: So Griffin...let's be honest here. Have you ever been with a woman before?


Griffin Hawkins: Well...a long time ago...yeah..


Camilla Bartley: I mean...a real woman...


She slowly began tracing her fingers up my chest. I immediately got a bad feeling about this.


Griffin Hawkins: Aren't you with uh...


Camilla Bartley: Don't be worried love..me and Gideon have a very open relationship. Come on Griffin..there's nothing wrong with a little fun..


I was drawn to her. There was no doubt about it..I lie back as she crawls over.

Camilla Bartley: Do you think I'm sexy?..


Griffin Hawkins: I think you're very sexy..

She smiles as she starts kissing me slowly up and down my neck. Giving in I wrap my arms around her as we kiss. It was as if she had me under her spell..but it was interrupted by a familiar voice.


"What the hell is this?"


We both stop and see that it's Marquis who doesn't look pleased.


Camilla Bartley: Oh hey Marquis, we were just having some fun..


Marquis Laveaux: Well fun's over...I think you should leave Camilla.


She says nothing and just gets up, but not before giving me a sly smile. As she leaves Marquis looks back at me with a stern look on his face.


Marquis Laveaux: I thought I told you to stay away from her.


Griffin Hawkins: But..she came here, she came onto me..


Marquis Laveaux: And you didn't seem to push her off of you.


Griffin Hawkins: ..Marquis, I..


Marquis Laveaux: Look..I'm telling you this for your own good. You need to stay away from her, and stay away from Gideon. Both of them are hazardous to your health. Just stay away..understand?


Griffin Hawkins: ..I understand..

He says nothing else and goes to his room. I look out the window and see Camilla meeting up with Gideon. I can't hear what they are saying, but he looks disappointed in what she's telling him. It looks as if they both set this up..there was something Marquis wasn't telling me about them, and one way or another..I was going to find out.


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I always do my best to keep my personal life and my professional life separate. I never want to get family involved, but I am taking a huge risk here. Aiden had a problem and he called upon me to help him out. I figured I throw him a bone and help him out...but I had no idea how in deep it is. I met up with Aiden at his home and drove him to his destination. He could tell I was not in a good mood.

Aiden Ravencroft: Look dude, are you gonna be mad at me for the rest of your life?


Griffin Hawkins: Oh I'm sorry, should I be happy that you've gotten involved with the wrong type of people?

Aiden Ravencroft: Look it's not like I asked for this...


Griffin Hawkins: When you do deals with those kind of people, you are asking for this.


He knew how angry I was with him. He sighed and tilted his head back.


Aiden Ravencroft: I don't mean to get you involved, but I don't know who else to go to?

Griffin Hawkins: You could always go to your old man..just tell him you fucked up and you need his help.


Aiden Ravencroft: Are you kidding? He's just waiting for me to go to him and admit that I fucked up so he can bail me out again.


Griffin Hawkins: So you come to me to bail you out once again.


Aiden Ravencroft: Jesus, now you're starting to sound like him.


I sigh...worst thing I want to do is sound like someone's Dad.


Griffin Hawkins: Alright...I'm gonna do you a solid and help you. But I'm not getting involved with these people..I got a family to look after and the last thing I need is them on my ass.


Aiden Ravencroft: Thanks Griff..I owe you a big one.

Griffin Hawkins: Damn right you do.

Soon we pulled up to what looked to be a Warehouse. I take a deep breath and walk inside with Aiden. A man in a suit answers the door.


Griffin Hawkins: We're here to see the boss.


Riggs Mahoney: You wearin' a wire?


Griffin Hawkins: No, we're not with the cops or anybody sir. We're just here to make an arrangement.


He slowly opens the door.


Riggs Mahoney: Right this way gentlemen.


He leads the way as we follow him. We go upstairs to the last room on the right. Sitting in his office is Vito Gambino..head of the most dangerous Mafia in California. This is my first time seeing the man up close..just being here made me feel like I was in an episode of The Sopranos. We both sit down as he looks to both of us.


Vito Gambino: What can I do for you gentlemen?[/clor]


Griffin Hawkins: Well...sir. My friend here Aiden has been making some bets on a few horses and he unfortunately lost those bets..


Vito Gambino: Ah yes..he made some bets with my son Gino, bet on the horse called Lucky Strike.


Aiden Ravencroft: Well..I figure with a name like that, you can't go wrong right?


He tries to laugh..but Vito looks serious. I look to him as if to say "let me handle this."


Griffin Hawkins: Mr.Gambino sir...I don't like to tell people how to do their business..but if you break Aiden's wrists..how is he gonna pay you guys back? I mean, you want him well don't you?

Vito Gambino: What is your name young man?


Griffin Hawkins: ..It's Griffin Hawkins..sir.


Vito Gambino: Griffin Hawkins...nice name. Listen Griffin, you seem like a smart kid, but you have to realize that I run a business...if I let him off, how will it look on me? I have to make an example out of him. Either he pays the debt...or my boys take him out..it's the way the family always does business..and it's the way we'll do it from here on. If you ever start your own business one day, you can handle it anyway you want..but nothing changes here.


Griffin Hawkins: I see..and how much does Aiden owe you?


Vito Gambino: 5000 Dollars.


Griffin Hawkins: 5 grand?...jeez..Aiden must've been feeling lucky.


Vito Gambino: I added on a grand...we usually charge interest.


Griffin Hawkins: I see...and you're absolutely sure there's no other way to settle this other than him getting the axe?


Vito Gambino: Unless you can come up with a solution Mr.Hawkins.


I think for a moment, how am I gonna get him out of this? I then came up with an idea.


Griffin Hawkins: You know..when I was a kid, me and my brother were playing baseball in our back yard, and I managed

to hit a fly ball into the next door neighbor's window. Man were they mad..


Vito Gambino: Touching story...what's the point?


Griffin Hawkins: Well..me and my brother did odd jobs for them until that window was paid off. What I am suggesting is Aiden work for you for a few weeks...like maybe as a Bartender to work off the debt. He does the basics for you and you get to take it out of his wages.

Vito Gambino: Well..we could use a new bartender down at the restaurant....okay. He'll work for us until the debt is cleared. Deal.


I nod, shaking hands with him.


Griffin Hawkins: You won't regret this sir.


Vito Gambino: I hope not. Riggs, show these two the door.


He leads us out of there...I was expecting Aiden to thank me, but I got the opposite...

Aiden Ravencroft: What the fuck man!?


Griffin Hawkins: I saved your ass and this is the thanks I get?


Aiden Ravencroft: Saved me? I gotta work for them for who knows how long to get out of this debt.


Griffin Hawkins: Hey, it was either this or you end up in the bottom of the river. They are the last people you wanna make enemies out of dude. After you do this..you never have to worry about them again.


Aiden Ravencroft: This sucks. Well..it's better than being dead I guess.


Griffin Hawkins: Just promise me after this you're not gonna get involved with them again..I don't want to be dragged into anything involving them.

Aiden Ravencroft: Okay okay..I promise.


Griffin Hawkins: Good..now let's get some lunch.


I had managed to save him once again...sure he'd be working for the mob boss..but he got himself into his mess and he has to deal with the consequences. Course...this wouldn't be the only Sicilian I'd have to deal with.


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Cameras open downtown, instead of this being in the arena, we're in a fine Italian restaurant. Many are getting food for themselves while others are leaving. I sit at a lone booth at the end of the restaurant, dressed in a suit with my hair tied back in a ponytail. In front of me is a plate of Lasagna..I begin to speak.


"Everybody wants to be on top. Everyone wants to be the man. Not just in real life..but in movies such as...The Godfather. Sonny Corleone...he wanted to do right by his boss. And when he became the man, he made sure to look out for the family. He wasn't selfish and uncaring...he actually had a softer side. But in just like in life....in an instant, everything can change....as Sonny met his end by a hail of bullets...courtesy of Barzini. My opponent kind of reminds me of Sonny in a way....hot headed...does things without thinking. Always willing to protect his own....but like Sonny...he does not see what is ahead of him. In the next few weeks...he won't meet his end being showered by bullets...oh no, he'll meet his end by a Superkick. For this match is for the Internet Title. So much riding in on this for both of us. I'm looking to capture my first title...meanwhile Tuscini is looking to do the family proud by retaining his belt...keeping it in the family. But what will happen along the way to his road to immortality? What happens when he comes home to his boss Dmitri empty handed? Will he cut him loose? We'll find out at High Stakes."


I kick back, enjoying this fine bistro.


"I wanna ask you James...has it sunk in yet? Have you realized you're on borrowed time? Sure, in the last few weeks you've acted like you're this unbeatable killing machine...but as of last Sunday proved...you're far from that. You can be beaten, and I know that I can beat you. I saw it in your eyes last Sunday when we were in the ring. Myself and Calvin Harris even though we didn't get along, we STILL managed to take down the Unholy Alliance. See...I didn't have to pin you, all I needed to prove is that you just can't keep me down. I took the absolute WORST beating from you.....and you still couldn't keep me down. I was bleeding, I was hurt, and yet you couldn't pin my shoulders to the mat. I saw the look of frustration on your face...you kept asking yourself, what do I gotta do to put this guy away? Nothing was settled between us in that match due to Dmitri and Calvin being involved, but this time around, it's different. Your time as Champion is slowly ticking down...and deep down inside, I think you know it. You can go around and tell anyone who'd listen that you beat me in that ladder match, but all you're doing is covering up your doubt with one match...one match that both of us could've won. That right there shows that even you're not sure that you're gonna walk out the Champion, hell, I think your buddy Dmitri is starting to see the same thing."


I started to believe I was seeing cracks in Tuscini's armor..I just had to make them bigger.


"You know...it's funny. It seems all you've done for the last few weeks is run around telling everyone who'll listen to you that you beat me in that ladder match. That's like literally the only thing you say these days in between you being Champion. I believe for a Champion to go around and cling to only one win just shows how insecure he really is. See, I already admitted that you beat me straight up, I moved on from that. You on the other hand...you haven't moved on. You act as if you took on Dmitri, Calvin Harris and Kristopher Ryans all in one match and came out victorious while all you did was win one match that you barely escaped from. You seem to think if you say you beat Griffin Hawkins enough times that maybe people for once will be talking about you in a positive light instead of always talking about how you're nothing more than Dmitri's little ass kisser. I'm gonna give you a bit of a reality check bud..that was one match. A match that took a lot out of both of us...yet it's almost as if you think beating me is a bigger accomplishment than winning that title itself. But hey...we saw what happened after you got that surprise victory over Calvin Harris. What did he do? He beat your ass right in the middle of that ring. Something tells me you haven't learned from that defeat. If there's one thing that annoys me..it's a slow learner. Sonny Corleone didn't learn from his mistakes...will you?"


I take a bite of my Lasagna...pretty damn good. After I swallow my piece, I continue.


"Last Sunday James, Christian Underwood gave you an offer you couldn't refuse. He decided to take it upon himself to book himself as the Special Referee. What I find funny is is that even though you won't admit it...deep down inside, you want his help. No no...you don't want his help, you NEED his help. Because the odds aren't in my favor, they are in yours. See...Christian doesn't want me to be Champion...he doesn't want me representing Sin City Wrestling in any way possible. That's why he made himself guest referee. You know what it also tells me James? He doesn't think you can do it. Because when left to your own devices, you get a little victory...but just because you're you...you don't stop. You allow yourself to get cocky, to get lazy and you allow someone who you've beaten countless times to beat you and take the title. That's why he's the Referee in this...to make sure you walk out with the title. But what's even sadder is that you're likely okay with this. If you were the Champion you are...you would march yourself right down to Christian's office and demand that he remove himself as the guest referee...hell, you'd go to Ward and tell him to remove Christian as guest referee..but you're not gonna do that. You know why? Because you're scared. You're scared that after that tag match, that beating me isn't gonna be as easy as you're making it out to be. That's why you're allowing Christian to be in this match. But it doesn't matter James. Because with or without Underwood's involvement, I am gonna be leaving Melbourne with your title."


I didn't want to say it, but Underwood might be a factor. I had to make sure that he wouldn't screw me.


"See...you predicted last week that me and Calvin Harris weren't gonna work as a cohesive unit..and you're right. We didn't get along..yet the both of us were able to beat both of you...even though I had to carry the team for most of the match. I gotta ask you, is that the best you got James? You busted me open, you bruised me up on the inside, and you still couldn't keep me down for the three count. But I'm sure in your little fantasy world where you put a spin on everything...you still don't consider me a threat. But in a lot of ways...you are right. I'm not supposed to be in this match at all. But yet...I am. A lot of stuff in my life wasn't supposed to happen. I'm not supposed to be standing here today as one of the hottest stars on the roster, yet I am. Homeless people like me weren't supposed to get out and build a family and a successful career and a life for themselves, yet I did anyway. I wasn't supposed to be a successful wrestler and win championships and get to the top of every major promotion out there, but I did anyway. The crazy thing about me James, is that every time someone tells me I can't do something...I go out and I do it anyway. You on the other hand were willing to give up on the Internet Title scene and go for the tag titles until Christian came along and gave you an opportunity at the Internet Title. Your defeat didn't phase me..whether Ward gave me the shot or not..I would've went out and proved that I am a worthy contender. On the 29th....you're gonna see why I am the rightful Champion."


The waitress pours me some wine in a glass before walking off.


"Weeks ago, you mentioned how I got a swell head...how I got overconfident, how my ego got bigger. I gotta ask...are you sure you're talking about me....or yourself? Because it seems ever since you've beaten me, it was YOUR ego that's gotten bigger. It's you that's become overconfident. And why? Just because you got one win over me? Like wow James...congratulations, I'm sure they are printing out your Hall of Fame Speech as we speak. Your boy Dmitri...he got cocky when he took the title from Calvin Harris..

but he underestimated him and took the title back. It seems as if you are going down that same path...because you're not taking into account that this isn't a ladder match. It's a straight up fight. You couldn't even keep me down in that tag match...you practically threw a tantrum after I kicked out at the count of two. Course you're probably hoping like hell that Christian steers the odds in your favor so you can walk out the Champion....whatever plan you two are likely working on by now..it's gonna backfire. Because I came here to prove that I belong among the elite here in SCW. And what perfect way to do that then to take the Internet Title."


I'm sure not only James Tuscini was watching...but Christian Underwood was watching as well.


"So..I'm wondering James...just what kind of spin are you gonna put on your loss to me at High Stakes VII? Are you gonna say that I had Christian in my back pocket? Or I somehow screwed you out of a victory? I ask because it seems no matter what, you choose not to live on the same reality that everyone else lives in. Whenever you fail at something, you make up some excuse and your senile old uncle blows smoke up your ass, telling you what you want to hear. October 29th will be the night that the truth is told. It will be the night that I expose you for what you are...a gross underachiever who's done nothing but dumb luck his way through Sin City Wrestling. The last person who took me lightly...he's no longer here. You bragged about how many times you've beaten Steve Ramone, but I retired him in my first match...something you have never ever done. So you can build yourself up to be this imaginary badass who's gonna roll in and beat everyone up....but eventually everyone wakes up from their dreams. And High Stakes is your wake up call....Sunday Night October 29th...you're not just gonna get rocked...you're gonna get whacked...arrivederci."


I sit back and enjoy my meal as the camera crew leave the restaurant.

 After the last few weeks I've had, I feel like relaxing...so I decided to head down to my usual hangout, Ray's Tavern, best bar in Los Angeles. It had been quite a while since I've been there, hope they remember me. And so I walk in to the sounds of people playing pool, watching the football game on TV or just chatting with one another. I walked in past some of the people and headed up to the bar. The bartender notices me and smiles.


Ray Wilkins: Well, look who shows up!


I can't help but smile...crazy old Ray always had that sense of humor.


Griffin Hawkins: Long time no see Ray...


Ray Wilkins: I'll say...we were starting to think you thought you were too good to drink with us anymore now that you've become this big star.

Griffin Hawkins: Come on Ray...you know I'd never forget this place.


Ray Wilkins: Good to hear...so what'll ya have?


Griffin Hawkins: Just one beer...I'm not gonna stay long, wife's cooking dinner tonight.


Ray Wilkins: True Boy Scout till the end. That'll be a dollar.


I put a dollar down as he pours me some beer in a small glass. It really felt good to be back in my old hangout, but I didn't have time to reminisce about the old times. I noticed a familiar young man sitting a few bar stools down from me. I go down to investigate him..he had short brown hair and looked to be in his early 30s to late 20s.


Griffin Hawkins: ...Aiden?


He then turns around and looks to me.


Aiden Ravencroft: Well surprise surprise.


Aiden was Amanda's brother...heir to the Ravencroft throne. He was set to take over as soon as his father Clark and his mother Cassandra steps down. Me and him...didn't exactly get along a long time ago due to family tension..so I was unsure of what was gonna happen.

Griffin Hawkins: ...Is this stool taken?


Aiden Ravencroft: Nah...I ain't waiting for anybody. Knock yourself out.


I slowly sit down beside him.


Griffin Hawkins: You were the last person I expected to see in here..I mean no offense but your family is a pretty big deal in this city..


Aiden Ravencroft: Hey, rich or poor...I always enjoy a good beer after a long day of work.


Griffin Hawkins: Yeah, me too.


This was probably the first conversation me and him ever had..not a bad start so far.


Aiden Ravencroft: Listen um...Griff, I know back in the day I've been kind of a dick to you. I had a lot of personal problems going on and..I may have taken them out on you which was pretty messed up.


Griffin Hawkins: Hey it's okay man...we all were going through something back then.


Aiden Ravencroft: That still doesn't make it right...I mean why should I hate somebody just because they are the family's competition? So right now I wanna put all this shit behind us and start a new.

Griffin Hawkins: ...I'd like that.


He smiles and takes a sip of his beer.


Aiden Ravencroft: So..what brings you to this place?


Griffin Hawkins: Oh just having a beer...seeing some old friends, you?


Aiden Ravencroft: Eh..just need a place to unwind.


Griffin Hawkins: Then why do you look so stressed?


He looks down in his glass before taking a deep breath.


Aiden Ravencroft: Can I confide in you with something?


Griffin Hawkins: Sure..


Aiden Ravencroft: The old man is stressing me out..talking about me taking over the company when he retires.


Griffin Hawkins: Well..is this what you want? I mean you don't have to follow in his footsteps.


Aiden Ravencroft: Oh no..I do. It's just that...I dunno if I can do it. Running a hotel franchise is a huge deal. I'm gonna have a million people depending on me. If I screw up, it'll kill the company.


Griffin Hawkins: Well you've obviously been paying attention to the old man over the last few years of your life, I think you'll do great.


Aiden Ravencroft: A lot of times I wish I had my sister's guts...Amanda was always a free spirit, I always got pressure put on me because I am the oldest.


Griffin Hawkins: I see..so..what are you gonna do?


Aiden Ravencroft: I don't know...


Just then a young lady with brown hair comes up to me, running her hand down my shoulder.


Lola: Hey handsome...care to buy me a drink?...


Griffin Hawkins: Sorry miss, I'm married.


Lola: She doesn't really have to know..


Griffin Hawkins: Really ma'am..I..


Just then I see her boyfriend come up to me.


Chad: Hey..the fuck you doing hitting on my girl?


I had a feeling she was trying to get him jealous.


Griffin Hawkins: Look man she came on to me..I wanted nothing to do with her.


Chad: But that didn't stop you from checking her out now did it?


Griffin Hawkins: Dude..I don't want any trouble..


He then started shoving me, I had to defend myself somehow...but before I could, Aiden got up and knocked him senseless with one punch. I was shocked as hell to see that. He straightens his suit jacket as he looks down on the man as his girlfriend helps him out.


Griffin Hawkins: ...Holy shit man!

He just smirks.


Aiden Ravencroft: You can repay me by buying me another drink.


I couldn't help but accept. I had no idea how bad he had it though...he was going to ascend to a higher point in his life and he wasn't ready for it...yet he defended me tonight. I think he might be ready for the next step..I hope I am.



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~Many years ago~


I was happy Marquis took me in...another person wouldn't have given a chance on some street kid who just tried to rip them off, but yet...he took me in which was really surprising.


But there was something else I had yet to discover.


One night I had decided to get some Pizza at the same place we ate at when we first met. I figured he was probably hungry so I got a full box of it..a meat lovers pizza. After paying for it, I decide to make the trip home...thankfully his apartment was right down the block. The smell of the pizza was so intoxicating and I couldn't wait to share it with Marquis. But as I headed into the neighborhood, I heard what sounded like a struggle. I figured I should just keep walking before whoever's hurting the other hurts me. But I thought I heard Marquis' voice. I decide to go down the alley to investigate. As I slowly walk though the alley I see the fight...and it turns out it was Marquis. Some thug was fighting with him in the alley, I go to help him but what happened next shocked me. I watched as his fangs sank into his neck. I drop the Pizza in shock. He turns to me...realizing I was there this whole time.


Marquis Laveaux: ....Griffin...


With a shriek, I run away out of the alley....I kept questioning what I just saw...did he just bite into that man's neck? I didn't stick around long enough to ask...for all I know I could've been next. I keep running until I come to a dead end. Before I could leave I see Marquis coming over, blood still around his lip.


Marquis Laveaux: Griff....


Griffin Hawkins: Get the fuck away from me man!


Marquis Laveaux: Just calm down..


Griffin Hawkins: Calm down!? You just mauled that guy like a mountain lion on a antelope! I will not calm down!


Marquis Laveaux: If you just listen to me it will all make sense..please.


I really didn't know whether to run away or stay...but something told me to listen to him.


Griffin Hawkins: Okay...


Marquis Laveaux: I know it's not easy for you to believe...but I'm a Vampire.


I just look at him oddly. Is he serious?


Griffin Hawkins: That's your explanation?...you're a Vampire?


Marquis Laveaux: When was the last time you saw somebody bite into someone else's neck?


Griffin Hawkins: Vampires aren't real..it's just in movies like Dracula or The Lost Boys, I never seen a real life Vampire before.


Marquis Laveaux: That's just typical Hollywood garbage...I'm the real deal.


Griffin Hawkins: ....This is all too weird...


Marquis Laveaux: I know it's all hard for you to take..I was gonna tell you eventually..


Griffin Hawkins: Before...or after you kill me?


Marquis Laveaux: Why would i kill you? I took you in when you didn't have a home.


Griffin Hawkins: How do I know I can trust you?...


Marquis Laveaux: You're just gonna have to take your chances. When I said that you reminded me of myself when I was younger..I meant myself in my former life, before I became this. Back when I ran from my problems and didn't have anybody.

That's one thing we seem to have in common..


Griffin Hawkins: ...I understand.


Marquis Laveaux: I promise...as long as you stay by my side, I'm not gonna hurt you.


I look him in the eyes...looking for sincerity.


Griffin Hawkins: ....Well, I guess this means I'm gonna have to eat that Pizza all by myself...seeing as you had your dinner tonight.


He just smirks.


Marquis Laveaux: I'm sure Tristian will help you eat it..let's go home.


We walk away out of the alley. I had to be out of my mind...I have a Vampire for a friend, what was gonna happen to me from here on? If I only knew...



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Cameras open in a different place for once...Home Depot. It's obviously after hours seeing as no one else is there. Luckily I'm good friends with the manager, having bought all my hardcore weapons in the past from this store. I sit uptop on what looks to be a tall ladder, dressed in black ripped jeans and a Rocky Horror Picture Show T-Shirt. I look down at the camera man and begin to speak.


"Success...the one thing that everyone thirsts for. We all want to climb the proverbial ladder rung by rung until we reach up and snatch the brass ring. We are looking to ascend to the next level. Sometimes we succeed....sometimes we stumble. In my career I have faced adversity. It always seems no matter what...every time I wanted something, someone was there to stop me. Someone was there to keep me back...thinking I don't deserve to have the success that I desire. Last week...Christian Underwood came out to tell me...that I don't deserve to be the number one contender. Sure..I beat Ryan Keys and made him tap out in the middle of the ring...by all rights I should be first in line for a shot. But he wants me to earn it...despite beating the Internet Champion fair and square in the middle of the ring. I have to fight James Tuscini..the former Champion in a ladder match for the right to become number one contender. But hey...I'm not gonna complain. Because once again this is my chance to prove that I am Championship material by putting my body on the line in one of the most dangerous matches in SCW. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to climb that ladder and take what is rightfully mine. And as much I respect James Tuscini..business is business, and I gotta do what I gotta do if I want to become Champion. Christian Underwod can throw as much trash in my way  he wants..but nothing will stop me from becoming SCW Internet Champion."


I slowly begin descending the ladder slowly, continuing to speak as I reach the bottom.


"Let's talk about the challenger himself...James Tuscini....the Italian Dragon. This man has had quite a career here..former Internet Champion...multi time Roulette Champion..2016 Rookie of the year. This man is no pushover. In a lot of ways I respect him. He's like a modern day Rocky Balboa...he's got all this passion, all this heart, all this determination to be the best at what he does today. I'm not taking anything away from him whatsoever because he is a hell of an athlete. But this...this is no movie. The good guy is not gonna ride off into the sunset. This is reality. And the reality is...James Tuscini is standing in my way of becoming the number one contender to the Internet Title. In this ladder match...I am looking to pull out all the stops. I've won Championships before in ladder matches, and I onetime won a World Title Briefcase in one. I ask Tuscini to bring everything he has if he wants to win this. But it seems lately...he doesn't know what he wants.."


I figured he needed to listen to this for himself.


"It seems as of late you have been all over the place...wanting to go for the tag titles, then later the internet title, and then having some little cat fight with Dmitri...and all this was last week on Climax Control! You seem to have a million things going on at once..running around starting fires and starting wars that you don't need to fight. But I wonder if I have all of your attention with all the gaga that's going on. Quite frankly, for your sake I hope I do. Because this is your chance to reclaim your Internet Title, and if you blow it...that'll be just another failed endeavor on your career highlights. Me, I'm different. Before I had aspirations to go for any titles...I made sure to get rid of that annoying pain in my ass Steve Ramone. After I sent him packing...there was nobody else stopping me from carving my own path to success here in SCW. Unlike you...I have no distractions holding me back. I don't have like a million people following me around wherever I go trying to decide things for me. Everything I've done, I've done on my own...and I set my goals one at a time. I'm looking to become the Internet Champion..everything else is secondary."


I wanted Tuscini to be focused...if I win this match I don't want any excuses.


"I also wanna ask you something James...you really think that Dmitri gives a shit about you? You really think he's your BFF? I saw the look in his eyes last week when you asked him for a title shot should he retain his belt..and what does your oh so good friend do? He turned you down like the prettiest girl in school turning down the class nerd...making excuses claiming you haven't proven yourself. Hell..you're the reason he's no longer Champion today. Don't you get it yet? He is using you...you're nothing more than a puppet to him. He pulls the strings and you dance. Hell, I bet when you wanna go to the bathroom you have to raise your hand and ask permission...he probably wipes your ass for you too. I bet if he told you to put on a dress and dance you'd do it in a heartbeat. Last week you had a chance to tell him that you and him are done..but you didn't. When was the last time you stood on your own two feet? When was the last time you were a man? It's almost as if you have Stockholm Syndrome. Hell..you should be in conversation with the powers that be about an actual shot at the World Heavyweight Title seeing as you beat Calvin Harris a few weeks ago...but no, you're gonna allow your oh so good friend Dmitri to go for it while you remain in his shadow. You made mention on Climax Control last week how you're gonna be a singles champion by the end of the year....but are you gonna be a champion?...or are you gonna continue to be Dmitri's little bitch? I want to ascend to the next level in my SCW career..while you would rather stay on the same level you've been on in the last few months"


I just shake my head.


"Your problem James is you're willing to settle for being mediocre. You beat Calvin Harris in a non title match...but you're not gonna go for the title because you know for a fact that you won't get so lucky like you did before. On Climax Control you mentioned you're actually PROUD of the fact that you got eliminated third in the Tag Team Battle Royal. I mean..that's an accomplishment to you? That's like being the smartest kid in a special school.

And now the Internet Title is in your sights..and if you want it...you gotta climb this ladder you see here to get it. But there's also a possibility that you will NOT be the number one contender...chances are it may be me who climbs up and grabs that briefcase...and I'm not gonna waste any time once it's in my arms. My eyes are on that belt...and you are just another obstacle for me to overcome. For you...it'll be just another title chance that you failed to get for yourself. See, you already lost the title to Ryan Keys at Violent Conduct IV, and this chance at redemption won't go as well as you think. Because as far as I'm concerned, you're looking at the next Sin City Wrestling Internet Champion."


James Tuscini was a big chance for me to prove myself, I wasn't gonna take it lightly.


"Now....this match is a ladder match. There's no rules....no pinfalls..no submissions..and no excuses.

See, this isn't my first ladder match as I said earlier...I didn't just decide this match on a whim. I decided this match so I can prove myself that I am willing to put my body on the line...that I am willing to risk my well being..that I am willing to put my life on the line just to become Champion. Anyone who has followed my career knows that I know how to bring it in a ladder match....but you probably haven't done your homework on me. You're not prepared for what I'm gonna do to you. You don't know the lengths I'll go just to reach up and grab that contract...but in a matter of days....you'll know. By the end of the match...you will know. You will know why I am bar none one of the greatest athletes in the sport today. I realize you're this...bad ass Italian who takes no shit from anybody, and judging by your matches as of late, you live up to your moniker. But the truth is...you have never faced an athlete like me in your life.

You're gonna know first hand what Griffin Hawkins is all about."


I begin to climb the ladder until I stop right in the middle of it.


"Sad thing is Jimmy...is that if Christian was thinking...which isn't his strong suit, this all would have been settled in a simple way. I would've had no problem giving you a title shot after I beat Ryan Keys. Hell, I wouldn't even had minded if this was a Triple Threat Ladder Match...yet...here we are. You and me...for that contract that's gonna be hanging high above our heads. I got no problem with it honestly...I mean, I have been in many ladder matches in my career and this one is no different. Because once that bell rings...there is going be nobody to stop me from taking that contract. And you can bring your little entourage...Winky and Blinky or whatever the hell their names are to give you that extra advantage...but it makes no difference. You and Christian are only delaying the inevitable. I beat the Internet Champion last week...and as far as I'm concerned, I'm the uncrowned Internet Champion. But for it to be official, I'm gonna go through you. Do people think I'm gonna come all this way only to get stopped by the forgotten Mario Brother? I don't think so. If you think you hit rock bottom at Violent Conduct IV when you lost the Internet Title...trust me..you're gonna feel a lot worse after this Sunday."


I then climb some more until I am on top of the ladder, looking down at the camera man.


"The view from here is...quite nice. But the one thing that will make this view even better...is when I am holding the the contract to the Internet Title Match over my head. I am on a mission to ascend to an even higher plain..and you, you'll continue to drop further and further down the ladder of success here in SCW. I'm no stranger to gold...and the one gold that catches my eye....is the same one you're after. There can only be one winner of this match, and that is gonna be me. I'm not looking past you at all to get my hands on Ryan Keys once again, because I consider you a threat in that ring. You've held gold many times and you put on some damn good matches and you pulled out some impressive victories. But none of them have been against me, and that is not gonna change. So you got till now and Sunday to prepare for this match....because if you're not ready for me and the pain and carnage that I'm about to bring...then you'll lose. You'll have no choice but to sit back and watch as I go on to defeat Ryan Keys to become Internet Champion. As a matter of fact....he's gonna have a front row seat to this event. I want him to see everything that I do to you. Till then....sleep well."


The camera man pans away from me, turning off everything and ending the segment.

 They always say you can't go home again...that turned out to be a lie. I decided to go back to the playground of my youth in Los Angeles to think for a while. It was pretty nice for a summer day, not too hot and not too chilly. I have my hands in my pockets of my jean as I walk along the park, just looking at the swings and the jungle gym. It used to be a simple time for me..I look over it all, reminiscing until I hear a familiar voice.


"This place hasn't changed at all."


I turn and see Amanda looking over everything.


Griffin Hawkins: Oh...hey.


Amanda Ravencroft: Feeling nostalgic?


Griffin Hawkins: You could say that...


Amanda Ravencroft: Care to give the swings a try for old time's sake?


Griffin Hawkins: Sure..why not?


We make our way over and sit on the swings, they feel a bit rickety but they are still holding up.


Amanda Ravencroft: This place sure brings back memories..


Griffin Hawkins: Yeah..I wasn't allowed to play with you because your family and my family were at war with one another...I didn't get it then..


Amanda Ravencroft: I still don't get it...I kept wondering to myself why didn't both our families just work together?..

I can't help but laugh.


Griffin Hawkins: Are you kidding? After the way my old man screwed your old man over, I'm surprised he didn't sue him.


Amanda Ravencroft: Yeah...we still wouldn't be allowed to talk to one another.


We both laugh...and then there's still silence. I decide to finally break the ice.


Griffin Hawkins: ..I'm...sorry for that phone conversation the other day.


Amanda Ravencroft: Oh..it's alright. I understand if you don't want to get involved in this.

Griffin Hawkins: Look..you're a really good friend and I'll always have your back...but things are different..I have a family to take care of. If something happens to me...I don't know what will happen to them.


Amanda Ravencroft: It's alright...I understand. You have your family to think about..that always comes first.


Griffin Hawkins: So...what are you gonna do?


Amanda Ravencraft: I'm gonna ask Daddy what is going on and demand him to tell me the truth.


Griffin Hawkins: You're actually gonna stand up to the old man? Wish I could be there to see that.


Amanda Ravencroft: I'll let you know how it goes.


Griffin Hawkins: Great..I look forward to hearing how it went.


Amanda Ravencroft: Listen...I never had the chance to tell you, but...I'm proud of what you've made of yourself. You've really come a long way.


Griffin Hawkins: When my Dad kicked me out..he told me never to come back until I'm a man and I've made something of myself...I think it's safe to say I've got all that covered.


Amanda Ravencroft: No doubt about it.


Griffin Hawkins: Hey..maybe sometime I can introduce you to my family..I'm sure they'll get along great with you.


Amanda Ravencroft: Sure..I'd like that. In the meantime I gotta go...it's gonna be dinner time soon.


Griffin Hawkins: Okay, seeya around.


She smiles and walks off. What a relief...I was finally out of the woods...at least I hoped so. But I still can't help but wonder what's gonna happen with her and her family.



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Cameras come once again to me in what looks to be the parking lot of the Gold Cost Casino in Las Vegas Nevada. The moon shines down on me as I sit on the hood of the car, dressed in black ripped jeans and a Johnny Cash T-Shirt. I crack my knuckles as I look at the camera man, beginning my promo.


"One of the worst sins to ever crawl into your life...is envy. Us as human beings are jealous of someone in some way. Some are jealous of people who have the finer things in life and live the lifestyle many of us can only dream of living....the girls...the money...the fast cars...the recognition...the adulation of people all around the world who rise from their seats just when your name is called. We all want that, we all want to be recognized as the best in the industry. Anyone who doesn't is a liar. Ever since I broke into this business when I was 19...I wanted everything. I wanted to become the one thing that people think of when they file out of the arena. Over the years I have proven myself to be the best in the sport today. When I left EWC this past summer...there was many organizations from all over the world who courted me, wanting me to sign on the dotted line. But I knew know matter where I signed...I would come face to face with my old enemy....jealousy. And in this case...it's in the form of one Steve Ramone..the self proclaimed savior of SCW..."


I can't help but give a chuckle at the thought of that.


"If this is the savior of this company...we're all in a lot of trouble. This man has had a problem with me since day one...believing that I'm here to take away his spotlight. He blames me for his failure to become World Heavyweight Champion....man, next thing you know he'll be saying I ruined his son's birthday party. And now in a matter of days...we are going to clash in a Las Vegas Street Fight. What started off as jealousy from Ramone..has turned into blind hatred...all because he couldn't take the new guy strolling in on his turf..so he decided to get all territorial and defend it. It's no secret that Ramone's jealousy stems from the fact that he desires so bad to become the next World Champion...but he sees me standing in his way. He knows for a fact that as long as I remain in SCW,

he'll always be in my shadow...he'll never reach the heights he's dreaming of reaching, because I will be right in front of him to stop him. I'm somebody that he will never be..and Sunday, the truth will hit him in the face."


I haven't made an enemy this fast in a long time, I knew it had to end here.


"You're trying to stop me from succeeding Steve...you have any idea how many people have tried that already? In the last 15 years of my career..people have tried to stop me from succeeding, they tried to stop me from climbing the ladder of success. You're not only jealous of me...but you're scared of me. Because you know just what I am capable of, and you know that what I will do in SCW will eclipse everything you will ever accomplish here. I said from day one that my mission is to become the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion. And someone like you is not gonna stop me...you can't hold back the hands of fate Steve. The only thing you're doing is delaying the inevitable. One day...I will become Champion in SCW...and there isn't anything that you can do to stop me. You think a Las Vegas Street Fight is gonna prevent me from climbing the ladder? You must be mistaken.."


A sly smile comes across my face as I continue.


"For the last few weeks..you've done nothing but cry. You've done nothing but blame me for everything that has been going on with you. That seems to be your whole problem Stevie Boy, the whole world is against you. Everyone is out to get you. Did you ever stop to think maybe that's why you're not in the main event? The minute you fail, you blame everybody else...it's never your fault and there's always an excuse. Your problem is that you don't have it in you to go home, look in the mirror and see the reason why you're not the Champion. You missed out on being World Heavyweight Champion..and instead of admitting you came up short and you'll get it right next time...you blame it on my presence being there. Tell me, was I ringside for your match? Did I attack you backstage? No. I believe your words were for me to sit in the back and watch how a REAL Superstar conducts business, and what happened? You failed. So you can go ahead and pass the buck on your failure to achieve gold..but at the end of Violent Conduct IV when you suffer another humiliating loss..you will have no one to blame but yourself."


I think everyone had had enough of Steve Ramone's whining and complaining at this point.


"For a guy who complains about being screwed...damn you're bitter. It's a shame really. You wanna know what your problem is Steve? You complain about everything. You act as if the whole world should roll over and hand you everything on a silver platter. Wanna know how I know that? Because once upon a time..I was you.

I went down the same road you're going down now...mad at the world, convinced the whole world was out to get me, convinced that everybody was trying to keep me from being successful. Sure..you've won many many titles here and there...but that's not good enough for guys like you and me is it? You want to be the best in this industry, the one thing people pay to see. I want the same thing...but the only problem is, there isn't room for two guys at the top...one of us have to win this big match. This isn't just a match for me, it's a chance for me to cement my status as a star on the rise here in SCW....and for that I have to make an example out of you. So if you wanna be a rock superstar..and live large..a big house..five cars....then you have to go through me. Otherwise this will be another loss that will go down in your record which...doesn't look too impressive."

I walk through the street with my hands in my pockets.


"One thing you were right about Steve....SCW will not be held accountable for what we do to one another. This is a barbaric match that won't take place in a ring...it will start right here in this very parking lot...but it won't end there. It could carry over into the streets...in a local bar..a strip club...it doesn't matter where it ends up, as long as I beat your ass. And this time..there is no way you can weasel out of this fight...there will be no concerts for you to attend so you can get out of a confrontation with me, and most importantly there will be no more of you hiding behind your bodyguards like a little bitch. One way or another, I'm gonna deal with you...and if you don't show up, I may just go to your house, kick the goddamn door down, drag your ass out into the streets and beat you bloody in front of the entire world. You're right Steve....this match is gonna be violent...and neither of us are gonna be the same. But the one thing that will make it all worth it is when I finally shut you up once and for all. You've been going on and on about how I steal your spotlight every week...well now is your chance to take it."

I stop myself from getting worked up..only a few days left.


"I just wanna ask you one thing Stevie....you realize how many eyes are on you now? You go on and on about how the spotlight should be on you...and now you finally got it. All eyes of the SCW fans...the guys and girls in the back...all of them are on you now. You've been doing a lot of talking lately and now is your chance to back it all up. If you're gonna say the things you say...you better be prepared to have the talent to back it up in a match like this. You need to win this match...this is the most important match you'll ever have in your life...because you're up against a main event caliber superstar who's seen it all and done it all. My advice to you Steve...win as if your life depended on it....because if you don't win this match...you'll go down in history with the likes of James Buster Douglas....Milli Vanilli....and Crystal Pepsi...nothing more than a one hit wonder who just managed to get lucky. I'm not a world renowned author...but I can tell the difference between the real deal....and guys like you. Are you a one hit wonder Steve?....Step on up and prove me wrong."


I look to the camera, knowing somewhere Steve is watching.


"According to my watch...you got only two days left until the most brutal match of your life will take place. You could've avoided all this Steve...you could've just left me alone, and I would've stayed out of your business. There is so many things you could've done other than this...like making a run for the Internet Title or try and reclaim the Roulette Title...anything to snap this long losing streak. I could go on all night about the things you could have done....but you had to let your envy...your jealousy...your insecurities get the best of you as you on more than one occasion got in my face and left me laying. It's too late to say you're sorry...it's too late to beg for forgiveness. You should've closed your windows got another dog...you should've chained up all the doors and switched up all the locks...because there is nothing that can save you now. Las Vegas Nevada will be the burial site of your career. You've allowed one of the worst sins of all...jealousy...to creep into your life...and get you in a match that you have no idea how you're going to survive. Your time...is just about up Steve....Violent Conduct IV...I'm gonna take you to the streets."

I give the camera man one more look before walking off, leaving the area.

 In addition to wrestling and my band, I also have an interesting job. These days everyone is out for themselves. People are out to cheat others, people who only care about themselves. So I took it upon myself to open a little business. You could say it's a Detective Agency. I already solved a successful case months ago and I figured I could help more people.


I'm not doing this for money.


I'm doing this for the helpless...I only hope I can make things better for everyone. On Monday I was sitting in the office reading over the newspaper, checking for any current events that would help me out. I then hear the voice of my secretary on the intercom.


Kaydence Montgomery - Griff? There's someone here that wants to see you.


Griffin Hawkins: Cool, send her in..


In walks a young woman with brown hair, around 27. She has a bright smile on her face.


Griffin Hawkins: Amanda!


It was my old friend from my teenage years...Amanda Ravencroft, heiress of the Ravencroft fortune. The media saw her as this spoiled little princess, but I knew she was far from that. We embrace in a hug.


Amanda Ravencroft: Long time no see!


Griffin Hawkins: I'll say, how you've been?


Amanda Ravencroft: Oh..pretty good. What about you? How's your son? Is the little guy keeping you up at night?


Griffin Hawkins: Yeah, he takes after me after all.


Amanda Ravencroft: That's good to know.


Griffin Hawkins: So what brings you here? Did you come to catch up?


I notice the expression on her face go from happiness to seriousness.


Amanda Ravencroft: I wish it was all that was. Griff...I think my Dad might be up to something..


Griffin Hawkins: Look if it's about him not approving of you seeing that new guy, you need to tell him you're a grown man.


Amanda Ravencroft: It's not about that...I think my Dad might be up to something..


Griffin Hawkins: You mean like...Illegal?


Amanda Ravencroft: Dexter had found some...documents in his office before he got fired. It looked to be a huge sum of money owed to some guy named Samson.

Griffin Hawkins: Your Dad's the CEO of the hotel business Amanda, of course he's gonna owe money.


Amanda Ravencroft: I've checked around, no one in the hotel business has the name Samson..


Griffin Hawkins: So...why do you come to me?


Amanda Ravencroft: I want you to check it out...see what's going on.


Griffin Hawkins: Amanda..this could be dangerous, I don't even know what he's hiding..I got a family to think about, my wife and two kids..what if something happens to me?


Amanda Ravencroft: Nothing will happen unless you blow your cover. Just be secretive about it...


Griffin Hawkins: Amanda I don't know...


Amanda Ravencroft: Please?..You're always helping everyone out, I figure I can come to you. I can't go to the cops, I have no proof..and if I go to him, he'll deny it. You're my last hope.


I can see she really wants this...I had never seen anyone beg me this much for help.


Griffin Hawkins: ...Okay, I'll do it.

She cheers happily, excited.


Amanda Ravencroft: Oh my God thank you!


Griffin Hawkins: But if anything gets traced back to me, I'll deny it. Just letting you know.


Amanda Ravencroft: I understand.


Griffin Hawkins: I'll go down to the hotel and see what I can find..


Amanda Ravencroft: Okay! Good luck!


She left the office as I sat back at my desk. What did I just get myself into? This probably was gonna be my most dangerous case. My only hope is nobody gets hurt out of this.


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Many Years Ago...


When I was still a struggling young rookie in the old days...I got chopped to hell on a daily basis. I came home sore every night. But there was one thing that I enjoyed which seemed less painful to go through...

Poker.


We would all meet in the arena every Wednesday Night to play. I decided to ask my longtime friend Melinda Rhodes

to join me for this occasion...I could use the good luck charm.

Melinda Rhodes: If it's strip poker, I'll choke you with my bra.

Griffin Hawkins: What?! No this is nothing like that! Just a straight game of poker.


Melinda Rhodes:  Alright, but it's been awhile.  I'm rusty as fuck and haven't played since I was fifteen against my aunt.... who I swear was cheating.


Griffin Hawkins: Great! I just need you in this game with me so I don't feel alone.


Melinda Rhodes: Fine, but you owe me big for this.


We head to the locker room where the others are waiting. Some are vets and and some are rookies just like me, looking more inexperienced than I do. Me and Mel take our seat as an old middle aged man walks in and sits at the table. This was the best Poker player in the locker room.."Diamond" Joe Blackston. Nobody had ever beaten him..

I knew I was in over my head. As I got the cards ready, I looked them over. Mel looked at me oddly.


Melinda Rhodes: What are you doing?


Griffin Hawkins: Looking over my cards?


Melinda Rhodes: You're supposed to have a poker face you goof, show me your poker face.


I give my best Poker face..trying to look serious.


Melinda Rhodes: You look like you just got done jacking off with Icy Hot...but that will have to do.

Throughout the game, I did my best to hang in there. I dunno how I lasted this long, luck had to have been on my side. The guys around the table dropped out one by one. Diamond Joe was a serious shark, I could see him looking me over.


Diamond Joe: It ain't too late for you to give up boy..spare yourself the humiliation and leave your money on the table.


I hated that arrogant southern accent of his...I wanted to wipe the smirk off his face.


Griffin Hawkins: No Joe...I'm in this till the end.

All the others eventually lost, leaving their money. Even Melinda lost the game, but she lasted longer than me. He decided to lay it down as the smirk spreads across his face.

Griffin Hawkins: Alright Joe...what do you got?


He laid down his cards...three sevens and two tens.


Diamond Joe: Full House...what you got pretty boy?


Griffin Hawkins: Oh man...all I got is four..

A small laugh escapes him.


Diamond Joe: Sorry bout your luck..

Griffin Hawkins: ....Four of a Kind.

His arrogant smirk leaves his face. I had beaten Diamond Joe at his own game. I get up and have my hand out.


Griffin Hawkins: Alright slick...pony up the money.


He reaches in his wallet and pulls out a hundred dollar bill...the same hundred I bet in this game.


Griffin Hawkins: Dude..this is a hundred..see I won, so you owe me more money.


Diamond Joe: Get lost kid, don't make me knock your teeth down your throat.


I couldn't believe this jackass was welshing on me.


Griffin Hawkins: Why you gotta cheat for man? You know what? I'm gonna tell all the guys when it comes to playing Poker..Diamond Joe likes to cheat.


He then slowly gets up.


Diamond Joe: You need to watch that mouth of yours boy..or I'm gonna shut it for you.


Mel saw the whole thing and decided to stand between us.


Melinda Rhodes - Easy Griff, easy...just calm down. I'm a master negotiator..I'm skilled in this area.


As she turned around, in one swift motion, she kicked Joe right in the groin, then deliver a quick punch, sending him into the poker table, knocking it over. As he lied there holding his privates in pain, Mel reaches into his pocket and gets the wallet, taking two 50 dollar bills out before dropping it at his feet.


Melinda Rhodes: Pleasure doing business with you Joe.


She hands me the money as we both leave the area, but we come across about three huge guys who don't look happy with what just happened. They happened to be friends of Joe.

Griffin Hawkins: Listen guys uh..it's been fun but we gotta go..seeya!


We both rush past them and run off as they chase us out of the arena. My Poker playing skills surely paid off on this night, little did I know, everything from here would be a much bigger gamble.


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Cameras come to the arena, I am in the hallway sitting at the bottom of the stairs dressed in black leather pants and a Motorhead "Ace of Spades" T-Shirt. In my hands look to be a deck of cards. I begin playing with them for a while before looking to the camera man.

"Many say...we're all dealt cards in the game of life. Sometimes it's good...sometimes it's bad. Sometimes we are satisfied with it...sometimes we try and change our destiny. My whole life I've always been dealt a different kind of card...I would sometimes succeed, other times I'd fail. But I realize that I can't reshuffle the deck. When I came to this company...I knew I'd be playing Poker with a couple of sharks, people who had worked their entire lives to get to this point. I honestly didn't know what would happen to me last week. But as fate would have it, Damian Payne got the Royal Flush as I ascended to the winner's circle. My debut went off without a hitch...but this time it's different. I face a whole different kind of animal, he goes by the name of Samuel Devereux. A man who has spent his whole life gambling on fate...and for the most part it seems to have paid off. But two major players will collide...Denmark's Gambit....and The Rock Soldier. The both of us are playing a high stakes game, and only one will walk out the winner and all the money. While I respect the man for all he's done...I am looking forward to this challenge as I move on through SCW."

It's hard to prepare for someone like this. He was a unique kind of guy who was looking to make a name for himself.

I draw a King of Clubs from the deck, laying it down.

"The King.....something we all desire to be. Ruler of the Sin City Kingdom. I've sat upon many thrones in my career as King...but not in this company. And in your promo, you were right. You and me Sammy....we're not so different. We're both to be perceived as odd....not like everyone else. We both want to be King. The both of us have yet to find some success in Sin City, who knows which road we will go after this match....but know this. I do what it takes to win. I have never been in the ring with someone like you in quite a while, but I've beaten down a lot of weird and wacky dudes in my long career...and while they seemed eccentric with the ability to get into your head.....they are all human. They are flesh and blood just like you and me. The preview of this show said that you are an enigma, a strange man who is hard to figure out. While you are an odd individual...one way or another I will find your weakness. And when that happens....you'll be out of the game."

Devereux was someone who was different from Damian Payne, not someone who relies on strength alone.

"Quite Honestly Sam....I don't really got a problem with you. Hell, I kinda like your style. The whole card thing, reminds me of Gambit from X-Men. But while I do respect you, business is business. I came to this company to prove that I am the best in the industry. That's the same reason you came back here. Just sitting at home watching all these guys claim they are the best at what they do...that gives you the itch to come back. While I am happy for the birth of your baby girl...I have to do what I have to do. And I expect no less from you Samuel. Unlike Damian Payne who looked to be dumber than a bag of sand...you look like somebody who knows their way around the ring. That's why I am looking most forward to step in the ring with you. Hell, this actually excites me. I'm not getting some run of the mill jabroni like Payne this week, I'm facing someone who's a step up. A victory over you Sammy....that would make my stock rise even higher."

For the next card, I put down the Jack of Spades.

"Oh yeah...The Jack. The song AC/DC made a song about. Just a rank beneath the King and Queen. He's also called a Knave...but Jack is more common. In France, the card was referred to as the Valet, and referred between the King and the Knight...leaving the Jack...or should I say...Valet remaining in the deck. You and me Sam..we're Jacks...we are currently right now in the opening card in SCW Climax, but the both of us want more. We both want to eventually go from opening the show...to closing it in the main event. The both of us want to be SCW Champion...and that may be one of us someday. So it's inevitable that we fight in that ring. Two Jacks squaring off to see who will eventually be King...I'm looking very forward to this battle..."

I then take another card out, laying it down.

"What would a King be without his faithful Queen? The Queen card outranks the Jack and the Knight.
I know you want to do everything to please your Queen...I know the feeling. My wife and my children were sitting front row last week as I achieved victory. Everything I do...I do for them. We both do everything for our family, we do right by them. So you know that in this match, I am looking to do everything it takes to win this. To me, family is always important. I swore to my newborn son last year that I would do the right thing by him no matter what it takes.  I will fight for my family every day...just like you do. Family is important to us, that is what makes this match interesting. I know you want to make your baby girl proud of you..just like I want to make my son proud of me. So I say we go out there and not just make our family proud, let's make every fan who paid a ticket to see the show of a lifetime proud. Griffin Hawkins and Samuel Devereux, two superstars who have never met before on any stage. In this match, I will do whatever it takes to leave with my hand raised."

I had heard a lot about Samuel, part of me was excited to test my skills against him.

"You are indeed an enigma Sammy, weird and strange. You're not like that other musclehead I facedwho thought might makes right, you are a unique individual. You have an unorthodox style that...interests me. While mine on the other hand is simple. But every style has a weakness....mine has many...but if I can find your weakness....I will go after it. You can come at me with everything, flying moves, a power throw, hell you can shoot lasers from your eyes if that's what it takes. The one thing that I always do is adapt to my opponent. It doesn't matter if he's a high flyer..or a heavy bruiser, or a technical guy who has more moves than you can count. At the end of the night, I always find a way to rise to the occasion and get the victory. Last week I was in the ring with a man who was twice my size and threw me around like a ragdoll...and I managed to out wrestle him and pick up the win in my debut. Sammy, I haven't exactly figured out how I'll beat you. But once I do...you won't see it coming."

I then lay down the final card....The Joker.

"Oh yeah...everyone's favorite...The Joker. Like me.....the Joker is the wild card. Unpredictable at best.
As funny as this looks...I'm in no mood to be playing games. I'm rolling into Sin City to win...and prove that my first victory was no accident. You may be the unorthodox one of the two Samuel...but I'm not sure you'll know how to handle me in that ring. Because I'm not just a high flyer, I'm a technical wrestler as well. I know so many moves you will not know how to handle me. I am coming to Las Vegas to fight...just like you. And I will not rest until I am the winner. I respect you a great deal Sam, and I'm sure it won't be long until you get some more gold around your waist to add to your growing accolades in your trophy room. But that day...is not today. Today we are just days away from what many fans believe just may be the match of the night. If you beat me, I'll look you straight in the eye and shake your hand...will you do the same? Guess we'll find out...because I'm betting it all..."

I get up and leave the area as the cameras focus on the cards on the floor before fading to black.