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Since Logan won his debut match against Justin Smith (albeit with some shenanigans from Guy With a Cape) he and Brooke have been on a two person war against LJ Kasey and Alexandra Callaway, culminating in a heinous attack at the Go Home Show before the first Supercard of the year (Inception VI) where Brooke and Logan dragged LJ around the parking lot via Brooke’s motorbike and a chain wrapped around LJ’s legs.
Because of the brutality the couple showed the bosses have upped the takes of the match between Logan and LJ (which Logan issued a challenge for at the Christmas Special) taking it from a regular match to a No DQ Falls Count Anywhere Match! This was not only Logan’s sixth match (he had also taken bookings for FCW) in total but his Supercard debut following his graduation from the Go Gym, can Logan win his second match in SCW?
Brooke and Logan’s Home, Las Vegas, Nevada
Monday the 20th of January 2025, 13:00pm
Sometimes you need to crack a few eggs to make a statement.
Since my debut match against Justin last month I’ve found myself without a match, so what did me and Brooke do? The only thing we could, especially since Alexandra had targeted us in order to help her boyfriend LJ in his crusade against me, go to war.
It goes without saying that me and Brooke’s attack on him last night on Climax Control was a big salvo in that war, did it cause controversy? Yes, did Brooke spend most of the morning washing LJ’s blood from her motorbike? Yes.
Was it worth it? Yes.
”Finally got done cleaning Hell Hound!” Brooke commented as she returned to the living room, this was Brooke’s house really and it was an expensive one with a pool and everything, as she’s explained a few times she and her sister Marissa are trust fund kids, she doesn’t need wrestling or her OnlyFans page, Brooke could’ve easily lived off the trust fund by investing it as Marissa did but she didn’t want to get bored. ”So, how’s the fallout from our little stunt last night?”
”Not much, Carter reposted Alexandra’s tweet but he’s busy with that old fool Kevin Carter.” I responded as I shook my head and Brooke nodded. ”You?”
”Considering we’re tagged in the same tweet? Not really.” Brooke responded as she shook her head. ”By the way, Marissa’s going to stay with us for a while, LA fires and all.”
”Good, I thought she would, given that she lost her home.” I nodded in response to Brooke’s statement. ”Does she know what we’re been up to since joining SCW?”
”She knows about everything we did before the new year started, the fires didn’t start until the 7th of this month, remember?” Brooke reminded me and I nodded. ”She hasn’t had a chance to catch up since she evacuated, but now that she’s out of LA? Well, she’s got time to get caught up.” Brooke added before she walked over and joined me on the couch. ”It’s only temporary, I’m going to be helping Marissa find a place of her own while she’s living here.”
”Good.” I responded before raising an eyebrow. ”But what off your videos?”
”Went over that with her as well, if it’s something indoors like the Christmas Video I did? She’ll find something for her to do elsewhere in the house, same goes for outdoor videos.” Brooke responded with a shrug. ”Either way, she won’t be walked in on me getting pounded by a guy for eaten out by another woman, unless I get a subscriber with a “twin walks in on her sister having sex” kink.”
”Wouldn’t surprise me.” I responded before the topic shifted elsewhere, at some point we started making out on the couch and it almost went as far as her videos.
Until there was a knock at the door and she broke the kiss. ”I swear, if that’s Marissa I’ll laugh.” Brooke muttered as she straightened out her top and quickly straightened out her dishevelled hair, she went off to answer the door while I straightened myself up. ”Hey sis!”
“Hey Brooke, thanks for housing me for a while.” Marissa, Brooke’s slightly older sister, responded as Brooke led her into the room, both women were gorgeous off course, she’s her twin sister after all, but their was one difference, she had Brooke’s natural dark brown hair and didn’t have her tattoos but otherwise? It was hard to tell them apart. “Hey Logan, staying out of trouble?”
”Sometimes.” I responded with a shrug as I turned to the two women. ”Do you have a room to show her too Brooke?”
”Was just getting to that, come on sis.” Brooke responded before leading her sister upstairs and leaving me alone.
Brooke and Logan’s home, Las Vegas, Nevada
Tuesday the 21st of January 2025, 13:00pm
It’s been a day since Marissa moved in and we were planning things out for the Falls Count Anywhere Match.
”Our first priority is to make sure Alexandra doesn’t interfere.” I commented to Brooke as we sat at the kitchen table. ”Her match with Bea is before my match so that shouldn’t be a problem.”
”I’m having trouble understanding how jokes like the Barnharts get put on PPV when wrestlers who actually work hard are given the shaft!” Brooke commented as she shook her head but we didn’t notice Marissa coming down the stairs. ”We definitely need to target those idiots at some………”
“So, at what point where you guys going to tell me about the dragging incident?” Marissa interrupted us and we looked up, she wasn’t happy to say the least. “I get that LJ is Logan’s rival but that could’ve turned into a murder scene very quickly!”
”Give me some credit Marissa!” Brooke responded as she rolled her eyes. ”I’ve been a motorcyclist long enough to handle hell hound at high speed and besides, we kept it to the parking lot and at relatively low speed, there was no chance that was going to turn into a murder scene!”
“Seems to me that it would’ve been easier to leave it at the beating but what do I know? You guys are the wrestlers.” Marissa responded as she shook her head. “Our grandparents gifted you that bike for your eighteenth Brooke, how do you think they’d feel if they knew that you were going to use it for that?!”
”Oh great, now you’re bringing them into it!” Brooke responded as she shook her heads, Brooke and Marissa’s grandparents had been dead for about a year now, it’s how they got access to their trust fund, but the memory still lives on clearly. ”Let’s end this before it gets ugly, okay? You don’t have to agree with out methods but getting noticed is a huge part of wrestling, sometimes you need to go to extremes.”
“You can say that again, but you’re right, arguing’s getting us nowhere.” Marissa conceded as she folded her arms before turning to me. “Any comments Logan?”
”If LJ didn’t want to get hurt he wouldn’t have involved himself in our business to begin with.” I responded simply and Marissa just shook her head. ”Let us worry about how we conduct ourselves at wrestling shows, it’ll save you a lot of stress.”
“As if I haven’t had enough stress due to the damn fire.” Marissa responded as she shook her head before she headed back upstairs.
”I’ll talk to her later, before we leave to get our first promo done.” Brooke responded as she frowned. ”Should’ve seen this coming in hindsight.”
”Your sister was in need and you helped her, we’ll handle any future fallout.” I responded and Brooke nodded before we resumed our planning session.
Walked down the Las Vegas Strip
Tuesday the 21st of January 2025, 18:00pm
*promo time*
As me and Brooke walked down the strip with our hands linked I only had to say one thing.
”LJ, Lyle, all you had to do was stay neutral.” I commented as I looked over at Brooke. ”But you refused to stay in your lane and now you’ve paid the price! What we did at Climax Control was just a taste, we have such sights to show you in the Falls Count Anywhere Match at Inception VI in two weeks and believe me, it’s going to be a bloodbath.”
”In fact? You could say that it won’t be pretty, unlike me!” Brooke chimed in as she flipped some hair over her shoulder. ”If anything? I’m disappointed that they didn’t go further than just a Falls Count Anywhere Match, like, oh I don’t know, an I Quit Match? Inferno? So my beautifully brutal possibilities but I guess we can save it for a rematch, you know, if there’s enough of you left LJ!”
”Unlike Brooke, I don’t care which stipulation lets me unleash my brutality, it’s why I look forward to entering the Roulette Division, so many possibilities!” I added as I folded my arms across my chest. ”What I do care about is why you agreed to this match Lyle, are you that desperate to get on a card after missing High Stakes that you’ll put your body on the line? Whatever will Alexandra think?”
”Oh yeah! That reminds me.” Brooke stepped in front of me and despite being much shorter than me? She didn’t care. ”Alexandra? I know you’re out for my blood after what me and Logan did to LJ but for your sake? Don’t get involved! You’re already wrestling a fellow dinosaur in Bea Barnhart but no one wants to hear your creaking bones as you rush onto the scene bitch! And if you do? I’ll be ready for you and you won’t humiliate me again!”
Brooke stepped to the side and I continued.
”Forgive Brooke, even a month later and she’s still fired up from that incident.” I commented before shaking my head. ”Or don’t, I don’t care! We live by our own rules and that starts with annihilating anyone that gets in our way, LJ, you were the first to do so willingly, were you brave or stupid? I think we both know the answer to that question LJ
So as you are laying in your hospital bed, with Alexandra at your side stressing over how she is going to pay for your medical bills? Just remember, all of this could’ve been avoided, you just had to walk away from that scene in the parking lot.” I commented before chucking to myself. ”But you didn’t and now you must pay the price for your insolence and if’s a price tag that you can’t afford.”
It's that simple.
”Inception VI might be our first PPB as wresters but I will make the most of it, LJ? You’ll be used as an example.” I smirked as looked directly into the camera with a glare. ”An example to others as to the kind of brutality that I can inflict when the stakes are high! Inception VI will just be the start, imagine me in a title match? Especially a Roulette Title Match? Or the King for a Day Match? Either way? I have a few more things to say about this match Lyle!”
And with that I decided to wrap things up.
”Oh yes, there will be blood!” I stated with a laugh that echoed through the streets. ”You thought the attack was bad? Brooke wanted to attach a Go Pro to your head before we dragged you but we feared it would fall off too soon! But the brutality of this match will make that look like nothing! See you at Inception Lyle and be ready to embrace oblivion!”
Brooke turned off the camera as the scene fades.
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"So here’s what’s happened…"
It’s funny how quickly things escalate in this business. One minute, you’re celebrating a hard-fought win against Kris in what felt like a defining moment, and the next, you’re thrown headfirst into utter chaos.
That match with Kris? It wasn’t just any match. It was a reminder that I could hang with the best SCW had to offer, and damn it, I proved that. But as the confetti settled and the adrenaline faded, I didn’t have time to bask in the moment because life had other plans.
It started innocently enough—or as innocent as it gets in SCW. I was walking backstage when I saw Logan Hunter doing what Logan Hunter does best—being an absolute bellend. This asshole hadn’t even been here long enough for cuppa and he decides that he is going to attack Caleb Storms. He had Caleb down on the ground, beating the hell out of him like it was some sort of sick performance. And of course, right by his side was his ever-so-faithful twat of a girlfriend, Brooke Shields.
No, not that Brooke Shields, though let’s be honest, the comparisons write themselves, and trust me, she hates them. Poor thing. So sad....
ANYWAY, there’s Logan, reveling in his brutality, and something inside me just snapped. I didn’t think twice—I stormed in, grabbed Logan, and yanked him off Caleb. It wasn’t heroic or noble; it was instinct. I wasn’t about to let him carry on like that. But little did I know, that one act would spark what feels like a never-ending war between us.
From that moment on, Logan and I have been at each other’s throats. He’d try something shady, and I’d be there to shut it down. I’d be walking backstage, and the next thing I knew, we were throwing punches like it was an unsanctioned brawl. Climax Control became less about matches and more about avoiding Logan—or, let’s be honest, hunting him down before he could get to me.
And then there was the last Climax Control before Inception. The moment when things finally boiled over. I should’ve seen it coming. I should’ve known Logan couldn’t resist taking things to a whole new level. But I wasn’t prepared for what happened that night.
I was heading out to my car, tired, ready to call it a night and just waiting for Alexandra when....when they jumped me. Logan, Brooke, and whatever twisted sense of satisfaction fuels their sorry excuse for a relationship. They got me down, wrapped a chain around my feet, and then—because why not—they attached that chain to a bloody motorcycle.
Next thing I knew, I was being dragged across the parking lot like some sort of trophy. The gravel tore at my jeans, my boots scraped against the ground, and if it weren’t for the leather jacket I was wearing, I’d probably still be in the hospital. The jacket saved me from worse damage, but it didn’t save me from the humiliation.
That’s what Logan wanted, wasn’t it? To humiliate me. To make me feel powerless. To send some sort of twisted message. Well, message received.
But here’s the thing Logan doesn’t understand. Dragging me across a parking lot doesn’t make me afraid of him. It doesn’t make me want to run or hide. If anything, it’s done the exact opposite.
Because now? Now it’s personal.
The medics worked hurriedly around him, their hands moving with the kind of practiced precision reserved for emergencies. LJ Kasey sat slouched on a steel chair in the medical area backstage, his face a mask of pain and simmering fury. His leather jacket, now torn and scuffed from the assault, hung off one shoulder, while his jeans were ripped at the knees, exposing raw, scraped skin. Blood trickled from a gash on his forehead, trailing down the side of his face.
“You need to go to the hospital,” one of the medics insisted, his tone firm but not unkind.
LJ shot him a glare, his lips curling into a defiant sneer. “I don’t need a bloody hospital. I’m fine.”
“Fine?” The other medic raised an eyebrow. “You were just dragged across a parking lot by a chain attached to a motorcycle. You could have internal damage. Broken bones. God knows what else—”
“I said I’m fine,” LJ snapped, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, and pointed a bloodied hand toward the medics. “Just patch me up. Stitch me if you have to, but I’m not going anywhere.”
The medics exchanged uneasy glances but stepped back slightly, clearly aware they weren’t going to win this argument.
Nearby, Alexandra Callaway stood with her arms crossed, her expression a mixture of worry and fury. Her dark eyes narrowed as she watched LJ stubbornly wave off the medics, her jaw tightening. She had been there with him every step of the way, standing by his side through every run-in with Logan Hunter and his ever-present girlfriend, Brooke Shields. But tonight, Logan and Brooke had struck when Ally wasn’t there to back him up, and that fact burned hotter than anything else.
“You’re so damn stubborn,” Ally said finally, her voice low and sharp as she stepped closer to him. “I told you to watch your back. I told you they’d pull something like this the second I wasn’t there.”
LJ sighed, dragging a hand through his sweat-matted hair. “It’s not your fault, Angel. You’ve been right there with me this whole time. This? This was on Logan. And trust me, he’s going to pay for it.”
Her arms dropped to her sides, fists clenched. “They think they’re clever, attacking you like that. Brooke’s just as much of a coward as Logan. I swear, the next time I see her—”
“You’ll get your chance,” LJ interrupted, his voice firm but steady. “But first, I’ve got to deal with him.”
As if on cue, the sound of a camera crew approaching broke the tension. The bright red light of the recording equipment flickered on, signaling that the entire exchange was now live for the world to see. LJ straightened in his seat, the defiance in his eyes hardening into something colder, more focused.
He stared directly into the camera, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl. “Logan Hunter,” he began, his accent sharper than usual, each word laced with venom. “You think you’ve got the upper hand, don’t you? Dragging me around the parking lot like some bloody trophy. You think that makes you tough? Nah, mate, it just proves what I already knew—you’re a coward. A snake. A bloody joke.”
Ally stepped behind him, her arms crossed once more as she watched him speak, nodding silently at every word.
“You couldn’t fight me face-to-face,” LJ continued, his voice rising slightly, the anger boiling closer to the surface. “So you had to jump me. You and your little twat of a girlfriend—yeah, I said it, Brooke. Twat. What are you going to do about it? Nothing, because you’re just as pathetic as he is.”
The intensity in his tone made the air in the room feel heavier, each word landing like a punch. LJ leaned forward again, his elbows on his knees, his fists clenched tightly together.
“But here’s the thing, Logan,” he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “You’ve crossed a line you can’t uncross. You’ve made this personal. And at Inception, we’re not having a match. Nah. What we’re going to have is a knockdown, drag-out brawl. And I’m taking you to the woodshed, mate. I’m going to beat your ass like your mama should’ve.”
The camera zoomed in on his face, capturing every ounce of the raw emotion etched into his features. Ally stood silently behind him, her expression mirroring the fury in his voice.
“So here’s how it’s going to go,” LJ continued, his voice now filled with cold, unrelenting resolve. “At Inception, in Las Vegas, it’s going to be No Disqualifications. No rules. No mercy. And just to make sure you can’t run when I’m done with you, it’s going to be Falls Count Anywhere. That means the ring, the ramp, the parking lot—you name it. Hell, I’ll pin you in the bloody desert if I have to. And, bruv...I am going to make you bleed.”
He stood suddenly, brushing off the medics and shrugging his tattered jacket back over his shoulders. His gaze never left the camera as he delivered his final words.
“Come hell or high water, Logan, I’m walking out of Inception the winner. And you? You’re walking out in a big bloody mess and torn to pieces. I’ll see you in Vegas, sunshine.”
Without another word, LJ stormed off, his boots echoing loudly on the concrete floor. Ally followed closely behind, her expression unreadable but her fists still clenched tightly at her sides. The camera lingered on the empty chair, the medics frozen in uneasy silence, before the scene finally faded to black.
The camera crew dispersed, their murmurs fading into the background as LJ and Ally made their way down the corridor. Every step LJ took sent a jolt of pain shooting up his legs, but he didn’t falter. Not now. Not when Logan Hunter was still out there somewhere, likely smirking to himself and thinking he’d won this round.
Ally walked beside him, her silence deafening. LJ could feel the storm brewing just beneath her calm exterior, the fire in her eyes unmistakable. She’d been his rock through all of this, but tonight, the fury radiating off her was almost palpable.
Finally, she broke the silence. “Are you even going to make it to Inception in one piece?”
He glanced sideways at her, a smirk tugging at the corner of his bruised lips. “I’ve been through worse.”
“That’s not the point,” she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut through steel. “Logan doesn’t fight fair, LJ. You know that better than anyone. And now he’s got Brooke egging him on every step of the way. You think he’s going to stop at dragging you across a parking lot? What happens when he escalates again? You can’t keep playing the hero. You’re not invincible.”
LJ stopped in his tracks, turning to face her fully. His blue eyes, shadowed with exhaustion and pain, met hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch. “I know I’m not invincible, Ally. Trust me, I feel every bruise, every cut, every damn scrape. But this isn’t about being a hero. It’s about standing up to that bastard and showing him that he can’t break me.”
Her expression softened, just slightly, but the worry in her eyes remained. “I just don’t want to see you hurt worse than you already are.”
He reached out, his hand brushing against hers. “I know. And I appreciate it, Angel. But this is something I have to do. Logan needs to be put in his place, and if I don’t do it, he’s just going to keep running roughshod over everyone else.”
She sighed, her shoulders sagging as some of the tension left her body. “Fine. But if he so much as looks at you wrong again, I’m getting involved. No arguments.”
LJ chuckled, wincing slightly as the movement pulled at the tender muscles in his side. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
They continued down the corridor, the sounds of the arena fading behind them. Outside, the cool night air hit LJ like a welcome reprieve, the sharp sting of it grounding him in the moment. His car was parked just a few feet away, but he hesitated, turning to Ally once more.
“Hey,” he said, his voice softer now. “Thank you. For always having my back.”
She smiled, the fire in her eyes dimming to a warm glow. “Always. Just don’t make me regret it.”
He nodded, opening the car door and sliding in. Ally joined him, and as the engine roared to life, LJ’s mind was already racing ahead to Inception. The bruises and cuts didn’t matter. The pain didn’t matter. All that mattered was making Logan Hunter regret the day he ever decided to cross him.
Because come hell or high water, LJ Kasey wasn’t just fighting to win. He was fighting to make a statement.
And Logan Hunter? He was about to find out exactly what happens when you push the wrong man too far.
Mail Call
It had been nearly a week of private bliss for LJ and Ally in his new Las Vegas apartment. The two had spent time reconnecting and reveling in the calm after months of chaos in LJ’s life. But now, the stillness was interrupted by a dose of reality: mail call day.
LJ walked into the apartment, a small stack of letters in his hands. He dropped them onto the kitchen table with a heavy sigh, the corners of large envelopes peeking out. Ally, sitting on the couch with her feet curled under her, raised an eyebrow at his uncharacteristic lack of enthusiasm.
“What’s all that?” she asked, standing and padding over to the table.
“Just some of the post,” LJ muttered, moving past her to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. He avoided her gaze, keeping his back to her as he twisted the cap off.
Ally’s curiosity got the better of her, and she flipped through the pile. Her eyes widened as she saw the logos on the envelopes: UNLV, USC Gould School of Law, Columbia School of Law, and The University of Texas School of Law. She glanced at him, her mouth slightly open in disbelief.
“LJ,” she began, holding up the envelope from Columbia. “This is huge. Why aren’t you excited about this? You’ve got some of the best law schools in the country wanting you!”
LJ leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. He looked at her with a mix of frustration and resignation. “I don’t know, Ally. I mean... I’m almost 23. I feel like I’ve got roots here. I moved to Vegas to be closer to Miles, and I stayed because I’m finally building something for myself. Now, this?” He gestured to the pile of letters. “It feels like... like it’s pulling me in a direction I’m not sure I want to go.”
Ally walked over to him, placing the envelopes down on the counter and wrapping her arms around his waist. “You applied to these schools for a reason, LJ. What changed?”
He hesitated, then sighed. “I applied to Texas to be closer to you. But now, everything’s different. I’m finally making progress in wrestling. Miles is here. You and I... we’re good. Why would I risk all of that?”
Ally reached up, cupping his face and making him look at her. “LJ, listen to me. You don’t have to decide right this second. And whatever you choose, I’ll be there. If you stay in Vegas, I’ll be here. If you go to Austin or New York or anywhere else, I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth. This isn’t just your journey—it’s ours.”
He searched her eyes, finding nothing but sincerity and love. The weight on his chest lightened, just a little. “You mean that?”
“Every word,” she said firmly. “But you need to do what feels right for you. Not for me, not for Miles, not for anyone else. This is your life, LJ.”
He nodded slowly, pulling her into a tight embrace. “Thanks, angel. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You’ll never have to find out,” she whispered, holding him close. For now, the stack of letters remained untouched, a decision waiting for another day. “I cannot believe you applied to UT though.”
LJ sheepishly smiled, “Surprise?”
“A bit, yeah...” Ally looked up at him, “Especially because you practically just moved into this apartment, which isn’t bad. It’s spacious and you seem to be making it a space for you.”
“It’s just a place for me to sleep and hold my stuff though. It’s felt more like home this week than it has any other time...mostly because of you. After everything though, it’s going to take a lot of thinking about. I’ve heard positive things about pro/con lists but it’s not really my style.” LJ shrugs, looking around, “Hell, when I decided to come to Vegas, I flipped a coin and ignored what it said and went anyway.”
“Well this is going to be a bit bigger than a coin flip, I’d think.”
“That it is. How about this? ...we order some pizza, and I’ll let it lull in my brain and we’ll just veg tonight.”
Ally gets up to her tip toes and gives him a quick kiss on the lips “Perfect.”
The late-night quiet in LJ’s apartment was broken only by the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional rustle of wind outside the window. LJ sat on the couch, his fingers drumming lightly on his knee. Alexandra was curled up beside him, her head resting on his shoulder. She’d been telling him about her plans to get Ashlynn settled when she arrived next week, but her words had only half-registered in his mind. He’d been preoccupied, her earlier statement about following him anywhere looping endlessly in his thoughts.
He glanced down at her, watching how her dark hair framed her face, how her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. This was the woman who had stood by him when he felt like the world had written him off. The woman who saw potential in him even when he doubted it himself. And now, she had said she’d follow him anywhere. That wasn’t just a passing comment. It was a promise.
“Ally?” he said softly, his voice tinged with hesitation.
She stirred, lifting her head to look at him. “Hmm? What is it?”
He swallowed hard, searching for the right words. “I… I’ve been thinking about what you said a little earlier. About following me anywhere.”
Her expression softened, and a small smile tugged at her lips. “Yeah? What about it?”
LJ’s hand found hers, their fingers intertwining as he looked down at their joined hands. “It just… it hit me. You didn’t have to say that, but you did. And I don’t think I realized until now just how much that means to me.” He looked up, his blue eyes meeting hers. “Ally, I don’t think I’ve ever had someone… love me like that before. Not like you do.”
Her gaze searched his, her smile growing as she squeezed his hand. “LJ, I’ve always seen who you are. Beyond the wrestler, beyond the doubts you carry. You’re one of the most incredible people I’ve ever met. I meant what I said. I’m with you, no matter where life takes us.”
He let out a shaky breath, her words settling in his chest like a warm flame. “You have no idea how much that means to me,” he said. “I… I’ve been so scared of messing this up. Scared that I’d let you down, or that maybe… maybe you’d wake up one day and realize you deserve better than some guy who’s still figuring things out.”
Ally cupped his cheek, tilting his face toward her. “LJ, stop. You’re not just some guy. You’re kind, you’re passionate, and you’ve got a heart bigger than you even realize. Ashlynn sees it. I see it. And I’m not going anywhere.”
He blinked back the sudden sting of emotion in his eyes, a grin breaking through his features. “You really mean that?”
She nodded, her own eyes glistening. “I do.”
LJ pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as though afraid she might disappear. “I love you, Ally,” he whispered into her hair. “And I’m not just saying that because of what you said. I mean it. I love you. And I love Ashlynn. I want you both in my life for as long as you’ll have me.”
Her breath hitched, and when she pulled back to look at him, there were tears streaming down her face. “LJ…” She touched his face, her fingers tracing his jaw. “I love you too. So much.”
He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that felt like both a promise and a revelation. When they parted, she rested her forehead against his, a soft laugh escaping her lips.
“You’re going to make me cry again when Ashlynn gets here, you know that, right?” she teased.
LJ chuckled, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. “If she’s anything like her mom, she’ll call me out on it too.”
Ally laughed, the sound filling the room with warmth. “Oh, she’s absolutely like me. And she already adores you, you know.”
“Yeah?” LJ said, his grin widening.
“Yeah,” Ally confirmed. “So you better be ready, because you’re stuck with both of us now.”
He tightened his hold on her, his heart swelling with a happiness he hadn’t known he could feel. “Good. Because there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
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It was the week of Logan’s Supercard debut as he was set to face LJ Kasey at Inception VI next Sunday! And as it was a No DQ, Falls Count Anywhere Match you could safely bet on two things: both Brooke and Alexandra were likely to get involved and it was gonna get messy! Can Logan win his first Supercard Match in SCW?
Go Gym, Las Vegas, Nevada
Monday the 27th of January 2025, 13:00pm
For many this is just another week, but for me and Brooke? We’ve been waiting for this day for a long time.
Inception VI is this Sunday and aside from a match being added to the card at the last moment? Nothing has really changed in the past week, Brooke’s twin sister Marissa is staying with us at out home until she can get a place of her own thanks to the fires and while she was horrified by our actions at the last Climax Control we are confident that she will come around to seeing why we do what we do.
To get noticed, to get attention, to get title shots, it’s what every wrestler worth their salt wants in the end, I just happen to believe in going the extra step.
At the moment I am training for my match with LJ by kicking and punching away at a punching bag in the Go Gym who Brooke watches on with her arms crossed, we are both dressed in our workout gear for our session at the Go Gym today, me? A muscle shirt and tracksuit bottoms, Brooke? A crop top and booty shorts that don’t leave a lot to the imagination as far as her beauty is concerned.
Then again she has never been shy about showing off skin.
”Wow, way to show that punching bag babe.” Brooke commented sassily as she watched me work out. ”LJ would be trembling in his boots if he could see you now.”
”I thought we agreed on a “No Sass while I’m training” rule for when we’re at the Go Gym.” I responded bluntly and Brooke just smirked in response. ”And what do you expect me to do? Go into my first Supercard Match unprepared?”
”I don’t remember saying anything like that.” Brooke responded as she shook her head, nearby two young students, likely freshly enrolled at the Gym, were blatantly checking out Brooke’s ass but she didn’t seem to notice, ”What I do remember is me pointing out a big empty ring right over there that you could be training in instead of beating up a punching bag!”
”My match against Kasey is No DQ, Falls Count Anywhere, there’s no guarrentee that we’ll even see the inside of a ring during the course of the match.” I responded bluntly as I shook my head and Brooke sighed before spotting the two rookies walking over to us ”And there’s no way we can accurately train for that without getting arrested.”
”And given the fact that your living in the US because Gabriel sponsored your VISA much like he did with Krystal? That’s the last thing you need, I know.” Brooke sighed as she rolled her eyes. ”But you still have that Six Person Tag on Friday in FCW, my opponent hasn’t even been confirmed yet and…………” Brooke’s train off thought was interrupted when both trainees slapped her on the ass, the surprise wore off and she spun around. ”You know you’re supposed to talk to a lady first before you get to that stage, right?!”
“Who? Me?” The taller of the two trainees asked defensively as he put his hands up. “I was just walking by dollface!”
”First off, my name’s Brooke, NOT dollface!” I responded as I shook my head. ”Second? You just slapped my ass in front of my boyfriend!” Brooke added as she motioned to to me and I was fuming.
“How can I keep my hand away from such a great ass though?” The shorter of the two asked before pulling Brooke in closer, he was still clearly taller than her but he had made one miscalculation. “And I bet you look even better out of those…………” Said miscalculation was that he had placed Brooke’s knee right between his legs, I’ll give you two guesses as to where that knee ended up next and the second one doesn’t count.
”No means no, jackass!” Brooke grunted as she backed away from the rookie and let him fall to the ground, clutching his balls in pain. ”I least I did humanity a solid by insuring that you won’t be breeding.”
“Why you………….” The taller of the two rookies went for Brooke but I quickly grabbed his arm.
”I don’t care how recently you idiots enrolled here, do that again and you’ll be leaving with broken arms!” I warned him in a low voice and the rookie gulped. ”Now get the hell out of my site!”
“Yeah, sure man!” The rookie responded before picking up his buddy and quickly leaving, Brooke shook her head as she watched them leave.
”They’ll really let any old idiot enrol at the Go Gym these days.” Brooke grunted as she shook her head. ”I’m fine by the way.”
”Good!” I responded before storming off towards the ring in search of a sparring partner.
Brooke and Logan’s Home, Las Vegas, Nevada
Tuesday the 28th of January 2025, 14:00pm
Following yesterday’s incident at the Go Gym we elected to take the day off while Gabriel dealt with those two rookies, needless to say? Brooke was still fired up about it.
”If those idiots acted that way around a woman with my looks at a wrestling school then they aren’t going to last long in the wrestling world!” Brooke commented as she shook her head and I nodded in agreement. ”Seriously, can you imagine them trying that crap on any member of the Bombshell Locker Room? They were lucky that I stopped at kneeing one of those morons in the crotch!”
”Our mission statement when targeting the old guard of SCW is to fight for the future.” I commented as I shook my head and Brooke nodded before Marissa entered the room. ”But that is not the future we fight for, remember that.”
“Did I miss something?” Marissa asked with a confused look on her face as Brooke’s twin sister looked between me and her (technically since it was a difference of a few minutes) younger sister. “Because I don’t remember you two ever getting this fired up after a training session, following a show? Sure, but a training session? Especially one that happened yesterday?”
”Two idiots got a little handsy with Brooke while we were at the Go Gym yesterday.” I commented as I shook my head and Marissa frowned. ”One took it a step too far with Brooke.”
”And before you ask? The only time I interacted with his crotch was when my knee collided with it!” Brooke quickly added and Marissa nodded in approval. ”Gabriel wasn’t exactly thrilled at the news but it’s being dealt with by him, I know I produce contend for OnlyFans and my workout gear is pretty revealing but that doesn’t mean I’m as easy as idiots like them would want to believe.”
“You’d think a place with the prestige of the Go Gym would be better at vetting students.” Marissa commented with a frown before she turned to Brooke. “But more importantly, are you okay sis?”
”I’m fine, just pissed off.” Brooke responded with an aggravated sigh and Marissa nodded. ”Personally? I’d love to see them try that on either of the female London Underground members, I’m pretty sure Charlotte and Mackenzie would leave them with their hands shoved right up their asses, but it’s being dealt with, that’s all that matters.”
“Hopefully by “dealt with” you mean “those two getting kicked out”,” Marissa sighed before she sat down on the couch. “Better than your actions have been dealt with at least.”
”We told you before, everything we do on Climax Control works towards me getting noticed by the higher ups.” I responded plainly as I leaned back. ”Gabriel’s a former wrestler, he understands this better than anyone, but the only thing actions like that get you is a beating at best.”
“I get that part but there’s got to be a line in the sand at some point.” Marissa responded as she shook her head before turning to Brooke, “Sis, I know our grandparents raised us better than this, is this really want you want?”
”I thought we agreed last week to not bring them into this?” Brooke asked pointedly as she folded her arms. ”Besides, granddad was always an ambitious man, he’d at least appreciate that we’re trying to get Logan’s name out there as far as SCW goes.”
“Maybe, but I don’t think he’d appreciate the methods.” Marissa responded as she shook her head before the topic drifted elsewhere.
Brooke and Logan’s Home Gym, Las Vegas, Nevada
Tuesday the 28th of January 2025, 21:00pm
*promo time*
After Brooke started the camera the home gym that she had set up in her basement was shown and I was standing in the ring.
”What? Did you think Jessie Salco was the only chick in town with a full blown wrestling gym in her basement?” Brooke asked she stepped into view with her arms crossed. ”Puh-lease! I had money to burn and I knew we’d make use of it! And unlike Jessie’s gym? This is for our use only! And on that note, Logan has some words for LJ.”
Brooke said before bringing the camera closer to me.
”What will it take for you to realize the mistake you made when you agreed to this match LJ?” I asked as I leaned on the ropes. ”The wails of your woman as you lay motionless in a hospital bed while we continue to thrive? Maybe you should’ve taken our attack at Climax Control as a warning shot, to pull out of the match while you still can!”
”Then again, if the pull out game in the Kasey family was that strong maybe we’d have two less idiots on the roster.” Brooke chimed in as she looked at her nails playfully. ”What? I’m just saying!”
”And I find it hard to disagree with her! But really Lyle, this whole mess started when you stuck your nose in where it didn’t belong.” I added as I folded my arms. ”My attack on Caleb Storms did not concern you yet you had to confront me about it, when are you going to realize that I did the roster a favour? Caleb Storms was a has been, someone revelling of old glory while barely putting in the effort to show why he’s a former champion.”
I scoffed as I shook my head.
”If that description sounds familiar Lyle, it should! Because that’s what SCW has been reduced too, for every young talent like Brooke and myself we have the Bill Barnharts of the world.” I added as I scoffed. ”And believe me, I’ll have words for when they inevitably book me against that fool but until then LJ? You should know this and you should listen closely.
You have no idea the carnage I will cause in a No DQ, Falls Count Anywhere Match! I’ve already hinted as such when I mentioned the Roulette Division last week and I meant every word of it, when the time does come for this match?” I laughed a bit. ”Who says we’re going to start it in the ring?”
It’s that simple.
”This may be my Supercard debut LJ but I plan to make the most out of it! Whether you decide to continue to pursue me once we’ve fought our war in Las Vegas is entirely up to you but I strongly advise against it!” I added before Brooke hopped onto the apron and stood at my side, ”Not because I won’t enjoy it mind you, but because I’d hate to have to put down a young pup on his prime!”
And with that I decided to wrap things up.
”This year will be the Year of the Hunter and unlike a certain other Australian Go Gym Graduate? I will make the most of it.” I stated before having a brief but passionate makeout session with Brooke. ”And that was just a preview for our celebration for when I win the match! All hope is gone for you LJ Kasey and the only thing you can do now is embrace obvlivion!”
Brooke turned off the camera as the scene fades.