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“The Golden Opportunity Briefcase. . .”(https://i.imgur.com/bzeoM0p.png)
“Everyone knows what holding that briefcase means.
Any championship match. At any event. Anytime you want.
All you have to do is cash in. An opportunity people would love to have.
Yet for some reason Sin City Wrestling thought the likes of. . .
Bill Barnhart, Matty Mallow, Justin Smith, and Rodrigo Afonso
Were worthy of that opportunity months ago.
They let bottom of the barrel talent compete for something so prestigious.”“No wonder why this company is slowly dying.
Never upgrading, never improving. Refusing to get better.
But that’s beating a dead horse at this point.
Very much it's beating a dead horse when it comes to Rodrigo.
The very man that walked away with that briefcase in that match.
You know exactly what you’re getting out of Rodrigo.
Anytime he’s in a match that’s not going to benefit him.
Which is ninety percent of them. You can see it in his eyes when he walks out.
He’s already been defeated. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t put in effort.
He fumbles around the ring until someone puts him down for the three count.
The hate you all have for me will tell you I’m lying.
That I’m making it up, but all you have to do is go watch a match of his.
Hell, you can find multiple promos of him out right admitting that he doesn’t care about a match.
Or saying that someone is better than him and he expects to lose.
Lack of confidence, a true coward, and a man that doesn’t deserve to have that briefcase or a job!”“Now that you’re being exposed and now that you’re being called out.
We all know that you’re going to whine and cry.
You’re going to talk about how unfair this is to you.
How you earned that briefcase and you shouldn’t have to defend it.
But to that I say fuck you and your feelings Rodrigo.
You won it in a match full of misfits. None of you ever deserved to have that match.
And you’ve had months, upon months now to prove you deserve that briefcase.
It isn’t so much about the fact you haven’t cashed in.
As it is that you’ve let that briefcase fall wayside. You’ve let it become forgotten.
And more importantly than that. Not a single champion fears you like they should.
Every champion should be on their toes knowing you have that.
But they’re not. Because they know you don’t have the balls to cash in.
And even if you did, they also know you don’t have the talent to beat them.
You’re no one Rodrigo. And you’re always going to be that way.
So bitch about things as much as you want.
But this match.
That briefcase being on the line.
The man you’re being forced to step in the ring with.
All the bad things that are going to happen to you.
It’s all your fault and you deserve every bit of it!”
“Don’t worry though, Rodrigo. . .
Despite you about to have your ass handed to you.
You’ll unfortunately stick around. You’re too stupid to get you serve no purpose here.
But like I said don't worry, you’ll get to see what comes of the briefcase.
I’ll take it with me. I’ll make it mean something.
And when the time is right. I’ll become the champion I want.
Something you could never do!”● ● ●The smell of burnt flesh and hair filled the hotel room. Entity found himself standing there glaring at their themselves in the mirror. Slowly removing the top part of their gear.
The welts could be seen all over his tatted flesh. Bruises were starting to settle in as well. There was no denying that the match they had with Goth had taken a toll on their body.
All of the sudden they felt the smooth slender hand come across those sore shoulders. Seconds later Nicole was right by their side. Entity looking into the mirror at both their reflections now.“When is this going to stop?”There was a certain level of sadness soaking her words. She could feel those welts all across his shoulders. Her facial expressions showed how she felt.“It isn’t. Not for a while.
There’s still so much to make them pay for.”“But at what cost?!
It took you away from me for eleven years.
I’m still struggling that you’re in my life again.
I’m still struggling to deal with who you are now.
You’re not the man you once were mentally or emotionally.
You blame them for that.
But then you go back and now you’re allowing it to affect you physically?!
Your body is falling apart.”“My body isn’t falling apart.
And I never expected you to understand this fully.
I don’t care if it makes sense to you.
You can take offense to that if you must.
But this is what I need to do. It’s what I have to do.”“This isn’t your body falling apart?!”In a frustrated tone she pointed to one of the wounds that were fresh from that match. Entity’s eyes narrowed in the mirror seeing the wound.“There was no need for this type of violent match.
Zero need at all to put yourself in a situation where being set on fire was possible.
You can tell me over and over again. That this is about revenge.
This is about getting even. This is about making things right.
But deep down in your heart. You know it’s going too far K. . .”“DO NOT CALL ME BY THAT NAME!”Their voice was loud and full of hate. The masked figure turning away from the mirror and put their entire gaze on the woman.
She had started to back up in fear. All of this was new as far as letting who was behind the mask back in her life. She didn’t know what to truly expect.“Goth is a big part of why everything happened.
And that sorry piece of shit thought he could live his life unpunished for it.
Much like Mark thought he could continue to make money.
And go on without ever answering for what he did to me.
Evil doesn’t go unpunished. Evil isn’t forgotten about.
And more importantly than all of that. . .
I didn’t spend all that time in a psych ward.
Tapping into who I am now. Embracing who I am now.
I didn’t spend all that time there.
Trying to figure out how to get even with them.
Just to be like, oh no.
It’s fine. The past is the past.
Water under the bridge.
I will never be that way, Nicole.
Never again anyway!”Those eyes were glowing through the mask they had on. Nicole had backed herself up all the way to the hotel bed to keep distance between them.“And it isn’t going to end there, Nicole.
This is only the beginning. This is only me scratching the surface.
I’m not going to let up. I’m not going to stop. I’m not going to rest.
Until I single handedly am the man to burn SCW to the ground.
If that’s not something you can handle.
Then go and never look for me ever again.”“But. . .”“No, there isn’t going to be a but Nicole.
I only appeared back in your life.
Because I felt like it was the right thing to do.
And I wanted to feel human again.
But if you can’t support what I have to do.
Then you must go. Because I’m not out to please you.
I’m out to satisfy myself in the worst of ways.”Silence once again consumed the both of them. Nicole sat there on the edge of the hotel bed. Looking down at the ground. What could she do?
The Entity or more so the person behind the mystic of the Entity let it be known how things were going to be. She had to deal with it or lose them once again.
As the silence continued the masked figure nodded.“That’s what I thought.
One day you’ll understand.
I did this because it had to be done.”Turning themselves back around. Entity bringing their soulless eyes back to their reflection in the mirror. All the thoughts rushing through their head. Goth was taken care of.
He was long gone, never to deal with him again. But what was next? Who did they target next? What did they achieve next? They didn’t have an answer now, but soon it would all be clear.● ● ●“Nothing irks me more than the undeserving. . .”(https://i.imgur.com/WKTEFmS.png)
“Professional wrestling has always been a sport that rewards the undeserving.
It doesn’t take much for someone to buy a wrestling ring. Train themselves.
And say they’re a wrestler. It also doesn’t take much for them to convince others they’re a wrestler.
They sweet talk a promoter or a company. Get themselves on a show.
Only to turn out to be the drizzling shits.
But because no one cares about the sport like they should.
They don’t do anything about it. They keep letting it happen again and again.
And if I were to be completely honest despite you people not wanting to hear it.
Sin City Wrestling has always fallen under that category.
They’ve always rewarded the undeserving.
From giving the worst of the worst a contract.
Allowing the shittiest of wrestlers to be showcased weekly.
To constantly giving these people championship and big match opportunities
Over and over again despite their body of work saying they aren’t worth it.
That includes people like you. . . Artie.”
“Let’s face the facts shall we?
Your entire short lived career here in Sin City Wrestling has been a joke.
It’s been a scam. It’s been laughable.
And it’s all been about you being undeserving.
You should have never been in the Blast From The Past tournament.
But you were based on a quote accident
And because Christian refused to let you back out.
For no other reason that it amused him.
Which shows what kind of clown is running the show in this company.
However, that's neither here nor there.
Point still remains. You shouldn’t have been in the tournament.
You got lucky in having a partner that was somewhat capable of carrying you.
But as each week went on despite you doing nothing worth bragging about.
You got more and more confident. You felt more and more like you belonged.
You even said you started to consider yourself a wrestler because fans supported you.
Pathetic. That’s the only word to describe that mindset.
Fans don’t know anything. They never have.
They’re the worst types of human beings to begin with.
And like an idiot you put stock into their mindset.
But what everyone knew was going to happen. Eventually it did happen.”
“You lost. You failed.
You didn’t get that title shot.
And you were out of the tournament.
Now you should have disappeared.
Crawled right back into the hole that is your wife’s shadow.
But your ignorance showed once again.
You asked Christian for another match.
And it was granted. This time the high stakes of being crowned a king.
The concept just shows that no one knows what they’re doing.
It’s stupid, but regardless of how I feel about it. It took place.
And what happened Artie?
You fell on your fucking face again.
You asked for a match that you didn’t deserve.
You got one when you didn’t deserve it.
Then you failed. Not only did you fail.
But you lost to maybe the biggest joke to ever compete in SCW.
You lost to someone that isn’t even signed to the company.
How much more of a loser can you be?
It’s vile. It’s disgusting.
And yet despite all of that. You’re still here.”
“The imbecile that defeated you.
Then goes and rewards your undeserving ass once again.
By putting you in this match on Sunday.
He’s allowing you. This company is allowing you.
To compete for the Golden Opportunity briefcase.
It’s maybe the most disrespectful act.
Aside from allowing you to compete for the World Championship.
You of all people should never be in a prime position like this.
You’re the most undeserving of them all, but no matter what I say.
It’s not going to change the outcome of it.
What’s been decided has been decided.
But with that being said Artie.
At some point in that match. You will come face to face with me.
I’ve got no doubt piss will run down your leg.
You’ll look as if you’ve seen a ghost.
You’ll want to run in fear.
But I won’t allow it. No, I’m going to do what everyone else should have done.
I’m going to scoop you onto my shoulders.
And then drive you down onto your neck.
Snapping it like a twig.
Forcing you to lay there on the mat.
Unable to feel anything from the neck down.
Making you realize that you’re paralyzed
And that you should have never entered this business.
You should have never disrespected it or treated it like a joke.”
“The best part about all of this. . .
Is the fact that when you’re laying there.
Unable to move and come to grips with all that reality.
At the same time you’re going to have to watch me.
A true deserving individual. Claim that briefcase.
And eventually go on to become a true deserving champion!”● ● ●“The two of you couldn’t be any different from each other. . .”(https://i.imgur.com/qgPjPn2.png) (https://i.imgur.com/qTY4ks1.png)
“On one end you have J2H.
The man they call a living legend.
A man that’s done it all and won it all.
But also a man with the most fragile ego to ever exist.
Especially for someone with all the success he had.
He can’t stand when you say anything negative about him.
So quick to chime in on what everyone else’s doing.
Despite supposedly not needing SCW and not needing to be here.
Constantly reminding people of who he is and how good he is.
Although if you were that good. You wouldn't always need to remind people.
And then on the other end. You have Helluva Bottom Carter.
A man with the stupidest name. It’s not clever like he thinks.
But this same man claims he’s good. He’s real good.
Claims he’s got all the talent in the world.
And declares he can quote unquote wrestle with the best of them.
Yet at the same time. Everyone knows Carter has done nothing of significance.
Nothing to truly back up those claims. Nothing to prove he deserves to be in contention.
For this briefcase or even a championship.
Sure, he’s gotten some wins here and there. Against some established names.
But as I said once before. As others have said. It means nothing when you don't capitalize on it.”
“And I can already hear it now from both men.
They’re going to mention how they’ve been in the ring with me.
They’re going to point out how those matches went.
With you, J2H. . .
You’re going to tell the world that I never beat you.
You’re going to tell the world that I am not a threat to you.
You’re going to tell the world that nothing I say matters.
You’re going to be quick to sell me short and say that you’re so much better than me.
And that no matter what I say or do.
It’ll be you that leaves with the briefcase.
But let me point out the true facts.
You never beat me either. You’ve never made me tap.
You’ve never pinned my shoulders to the mat.
You cannot say you own a victory over me at all.
And I’m the reason for that.
I spared you in my debut.
It was already clear I had gotten inside your head.
Something no one had ever done before.
It was clear you were mentally distraught.
And it was clear you were cracking under the pressure.
I left the match. I had done what I felt I needed to do.
I disappeared and let you live to fight another day.
So, let’s not pretend you’re better than me. Not by a long shot.
And you with this briefcase? What would be the point J2H?
Other than to say you did it.
It wouldn’t be but a few weeks from then.
You’d hand it off to someone else or say you didn’t want it.
Because you’re too good. But in reality, it’s because your ego is that fragile.
That the sheer thought of you failing to cash it in or failing to win another match.
It all scares you so much you just wanna give it away to avoid embarrassment.
You’re pathetic J2H.
You always have been.
There’s just been no one to call it like it is.
But since that ego is so fragile and since I can read you like a book.
I’m going to take in breaking you in front of the world!”
“Of course when it comes to you though, Carter.
You can say that you defeated me.
You can say you pinned my shoulders to the mat.
I can tell right now that you have been itching at being able to bring that up.
But again what does your win over me mean?
First and foremost. Let’s call a spade a spade.
You’re always someone that has to play the victim card.
Therefore you always get people feeling bad for little ol’ you.
And you’ve always got someone in your back pocket.
Whether it’s management or the fucking referees.
That played a role in your win. A win that’s tainted.
Because you used my mask to your advantage.
Twisting it so you could roll me up.
But you’re supposed to be a great wrestler.
You’re meant to be a future champion. A hell of a main eventer.
Nah, you’re not any of those things.
In fact the only thing that you are is a bitch.
So bring up that win if you must.
Let it stroke your ego.
But it isn’t going to matter in the end.
Like it didn’t matter when you beat Michael Harris during his run as champion.
Like it hasn’t mattered with every single Supercard win you’ve had.
Like it hasn’t mattered since you’ve been part of this company.
You’re just another guy on the roster. Because you don’t have what it takes to go the extra mile.
You’re too afraid to step out of your comfort zone. Once again proving those bitch tendencies.
Last week you proved that more than ever.
You couldn’t put aside personal from professional.
When it was time to prove what kind of wrestler you were.
You talked Miles into taking the fall. Just so you could stick it to Victoria.
But in reality all you did was show that when it’s time to step up.
You can’t get the job done. Instead you’d rather take every short you can get.
Even if it means talking someone into taking the dive for you.
You’re the worst kind of person Carter. A true scumbag.
And the moment people finally see you for what you are.
Then and only then will things get better around here.
Understand that this time I’m righting that wrong.
You’re not going to even come close to sniffing that briefcase.
And as far as I’m concerned as long as I’m here.
You will never come close to ever being a champion.
In fact, Carter. . .
Before long you are going to be joining Goth.
Except you’re going to be in an early retirement home.
With no mercy of who you are, who your loved ones are.
Or what you ever accomplished.
Because I will do what I have to do to leave you with crippling long long brain damage!”
“The two of you have had your time in the sun.
You’re overexposed and no longer deserve good things.
So understand that this is my golden opportunity.
And only mine!”● ● ●December 20th, 2023
“I need someone here now!”The frantic voice of the young Dr. Wynn was heard while she held her phone up to her ear. Her back against the wall in her dark office.“You’re not listening to me!
One of our mentally ill patients is loose.
He’s cut all electrical to this floor.
He’s harmed some of our staff.
And I firmly believe I’m next!
Please get someone here now!”Her voice was shaking. She was on edge. Of course the emergency dispatcher was trying to do the best they could to get information from her.
However there was going to be no more information provided. Little did Dr. Wynn know she wasn’t alone in this room. In the shadows with their mask stood Entity.
Taking silent steps towards her. The masked figure reached for the phone and snatched it from her. Dr. Wynn let out that shrieking scream as heard her phone being smashed.
She began to back up barely able to see the Entity in the dark.“Please! Please!
Whatever I did to you.
I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”“You abandoned me Dr. Wynn.
You said I was too much to deal with.
You said you were scared of me.
And that I made you uncomfortable!”“Look at what you’re doing right now!
Of course I’m scared of you. Of course I’m uncomfortable.
You left me no choice but to abandon you and abandon your treatment!”Entity had gotten closer and closer to the terrified doctor. She was now against a wall with nowhere to go. The masked figure right in front of her with no signs of backing down.“You never listened. I never wanted your treatment.
I never wanted to get better. I just needed you to help me find out who I have to be.
But you want to give up on me. You want to abandon me.
You wanted to forget all about me. . . like those others I told you about.”“I wasn’t trying to for. . .”“Shut the hell up!
There’s no point in lying to me now!”All of the sudden the Entity reached out and grabbed a hold of the coat of the doctor. Yanking the woman away from the wall and keeping her in their clutches.
Her eyes were wide with fear. Not knowing what was going to happen. Not knowing if she was going to make it out of her. If anyone was going to save her.
That masked figure pulled her in real close. Their lips came close to her ear as they spoke in that very evil-like voice.“If that’s the game you want to play.
If you want to try and forget me like they did.
Then, now is the time. Time for me to show you and them what happens
When you try to forget who I am.”Their hand reached up and yanked on the back of her hair by the roots. Starting to lead her towards the door while being behind her.“You’re going to walk me out of here.
You’re going to tell the police all is fine.
That you made a mistake.
And then we’re going to take a ride to Las Vegas.
You and I. We’re really going to get close.
So close that these last few years together is going to seem like a blur.
Once we arrive in Vegas. You’re going to get a front row seat.
To how dangerous I intend to be now that I know who I am thanks to you.
You’re going to get to witness a massacre.
And watch me rewrite my own history.
If you behave Dr. Wynn.
Follow my directions. Do what I say.
When I say it and don’t cause a problem.
When I’m done making these people.
Maybe just maybe I’ll spare you your own suffering.”Their words were haunting as they yanked on her hair a little harder. Forcing the doctor to walk forward leading her out of the dark room and down a dark hall of the hospital.
This wasn’t what Dr. Wynn had likely ever expected trying to help out a patient, but now she was faced with the consequences of her actions. As they marched for the front of the hospital.● ● ●“My biggest threat yet. . .”(https://i.imgur.com/3ry1ekU.png)
“Peter Vaughn, you out of all people deserve to be here.
You of all people deserve to compete for this briefcase.
You deserve to be a champion. You deserve to be in the main event.
I’d even go as far as saying that you deserve to be competing for. . .
If not actually being the SCW World Heavyweight Champion.
Your talent speaks for itself.”
“I believe you’re the longest reigning SCW Roulette Champion.
A championship that I would consider a joke.
And one that I would consider not worth my time.
Considering anyone can get their hands on it.
After all Alexander Raven is the champion right now.
But during your reign.
You made it mean something. Dare I even say at times.
It stood out more and meant more than the actual World Championship.
You took on any and every challenger that came your way.
Your wrestling skill shined over and over again.
No matter the stipulation.
And no matter how much your back was against the wall.
You overcame those odds. . . until you lost to Eddie.
You may think that was okay. And to give you your rightful respect.
I have to look past that loss.
But that man will never truly be as good as he believes.
He got lucky that one night and you moved on to better things.
Because now you hold the SCW Internet Championship.
And now history seems to be repeating itself.
Another dominant reign for you.
You exposed Miles Kasey as the fraud of a champion he was.
You got inside his head. In the worst ways.
And then you’ve beaten him until he’s black and blue.
You’ve got the skills to be at the top of the mountain.
That’s why I see you as the ace in this match.”
“You are the one that’s going to stand in my way.
And you’re the one that’s going to give me the most trouble.
I recognize that. I even respect that. Oddly enough.
I respect you as a whole Peter. The only one out of this match.
That will get my respect. But don’t let that get to your head.
Just because I respect you.
Doesn’t mean I won’t hurt you.
Or expose you.
Because you see as much as I see you as a threat.
As much as I sing your praises.
It’s also clear to me Peter.
You’re very complacent.
Truth be told. You should have never wasted your time with those championships.
You should have been a main event star out the gate.
But you didn’t want to rock the boat.
You didn’t want to push buttons.
At least not the way you should have.
You were okay being part of the Saviors.
A group that was never going to go anywhere.
Bunch of rejects coming together. Believing their own hype.
You were okay with respecting a joke like Goth.
Even at times literally carrying him through matches.
Instead of dropping him like dead weight so you could progress.
You let this company and the owners handcuff you.
Put you in those divisions.
You allowed them to disrespect you
And not value you as the wrestler that you can be.
You could have already been the world champion.
And not resorting to competing for a briefcase.
That could lead you to it.
But again like I said.
You allowed this to happen.
You allowed them to hold you back.
And you even held yourself back.
I just hope for your sake. You don’t hold back on Sunday.”
“I want the Peter Vaughn that excelled in every hardcore stipulation
That the Roulette Division brought.
I want the Peter Vaughn that laid it all on the line at Blaze of Glory.
And I definitely want the sadistic fuck that we all saw at Into The Void.
I want you at your best Peter. No other way to put it.
That way there is no doubt when I end up winning.
No one can say I just beat a nobody like they did with Rodrigo when he first won it.
No one can say I just beat a joke like Artie.
No one can say I just beat a never was like HB Carter.
And no one can say I beat a washed version of J2H.
No, if I beat you.
There’s no questioning my abilities and my legitimacy of being the briefcase holder.
Because beating you - a man that many would say - is the second best wrestler on this roster.
It sends a message and puts me where I have been removed from after all these years.
A legitimate threat. A man that should be competing at the top of the food chain.”
“And if you beat me.
If you walk away with the briefcase.
I can live with that. As angry as I might be.
I can live with it. I can tolerate it.
Because at least that briefcase is with someone deserving.
But I assure you Peter.
It won’t be that easy. Nothing you ever truly want is.
I’m bringing violence. I’m aiming for blood.
I will shorten careers. I will leave a pile of broken bodies.
All for the sake of being everything that I said that I am!”
“I mean this truly when I say good luck Peter.
Because you, like all the others, are going to need it.
May the best man win!”