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May 12th, 2025
Metropolitan Courthouse
Los Angeles, California
It was bright and early in Los Angeles. Kevin should have been on a flight to Paris by now. Instead he was forced to catch a flight right after the show in Amsterdam and fly all the way back home. Thanks to an ongoing legal battle with his son. Eleven hours on a flight. Barely any sleep. Walking through the courthouse in a suit looking on the rough side. Finding himself approaching a man in a sharply dressed suit. Tapping him on the shoulder forcing him to turn around.
Bradley Ethington III: Thank god. You actually made it. This was going to blow up everything if you didn’t make it here today.
Kevin Carter: This should have been handled well before now.
Bradley Ethington III: Yes, but Nicole got the kid a good lawyer. A damn good lawyer.
Kevin Carter: Well if you’re going to slobber all over him like that. Maybe, I shouldn’t be paying you the kind of money I’m paying you. Maybe I should see if he’s taking new clients.
Bradley Ethington III: Let’s not go down that road, Kevin.
The tension that was rising amongst the two was instantly downplayed. Every bit of Carter’s face just showed how exhausted he was.
Bradley Ethington III: Since we got a few minutes before we head into the room. I take it all that stuff worked out with SCW? I didn’t hear anymore after I said you’d be there.
Kevin Carter: You sure you want to talk about another situation that you didn’t handle correctly?
Bradley Ethington III: Huh? I did handle it.
Kevin Carter: I told you to tell them. I wouldn’t be there unless I was presented with a challenge. Presented with competition. Unless it was worth a flight there. And that’s not what I got!
Bradley Ethington III: That’s exactly what I told them. It’s not my fault that they didn’t deliver. They told me they would. I made you honor your contract. Sounded pretty simple to me.
Kevin Carter: You should have done a better fucking job and made sure that they actually delivered. Instead I got nothing more than a waste of my fucking time and zero sleep for this shit because of it!
Bradley Ethington III: All due respect Kevin...
Kevin Carter: I don’t even want to talk about the shit anymore. You failed to do your job properly. I had to deal with the bullshit I dealt with. It is what it is. In the books. Just move on from it.
There was clear tension amongst the two of them. Most of it coming from Kevin himself, but then again it shouldn’t have been surprising. He was rotten to the core. Anytime he could cause a problem he would. Sad to say for a forty year old man, but it was the truth. Before things could escalate the two of them found themselves being approached. On the right was Kevin’s ex wife Nicole and on the right was some older man in a suit. Kevin just glared in their direction.
Sebastian Warren: Mr. Carter.
Kevin Carter: What the hell do you want?
Sebastian Warren: There’s no need for all the hostility.
Kevin Carter: More than enough reason when you’re bringing my ex around me.
Nicole Austin: Grow up Kevin! We’re only coming over here to try and have a civil conversation. One last time before we go into court.
Kevin Carter: You should know by now I’m not civil person.
The glare in his expression just helped sell the story to what he was saying. He watched Nicole roll her eyes and shake her head slightly. Annoyed by the attitude he was presenting them with.
Bradley Ethington III: First of all. Kevin. Please keep yourself in check. We don’t need to give them any kind of leverage. And second of all. We can have whatever discussion you want to have in the courtroom. No need to address my client outside of it.
Sebastian Warren: Well, actually. I figured before we went to court today. We’d have a civil conversation where I offered one final resolution. Before the judge the resolution for you.
Kevin Carter: No one is making any resolution for me.
Bradley Ethington III: Kevin. Again. Please remain calm... What’s this resolution you’re suggesting?
Sebastian Warren: We go in there today. Mr. Carter drops all charges against my client Wyatt. In return all he has to do is pay for emotional damages.
Kevin Carter: Emotional damages? What the hell are you talking about?!
Sebastian Warren: Putting your son through this entire ordeal. From the arrest to the pressing charges and not to mention the years of emotional abuse from being a neglectful father.
Kevin Carter: Go fuck yourself. I’m not paying anything!
Rage instantly consumed the California native almost right away. He turned bright red in the face from the anger. This quickly let to his attorney stepping between Kevin and the other two. Holding his hands up.
Bradley Ethington III: You know as well as I do. That’s pushing the line of defamation of character. My client has done nothing of the sort. Also, your client was the one that trespassed on mine’s property. Assaulted my client. Entered his home without permission and continued the assault.
Sebastian Warren: To which all stemmed from neglect and emotional distress from his father. It all reached a boiling point. We have our defense lined up. We were simply trying to prevent this from being drawn out and having it be embarrassing for your client who is in the public eye.
Kevin Carter: Let me tell you something you coc---
Bradley Ethington III: There is nothing further for us to discuss. My client and I are not interested in the deal. We’ll let the court handle it as they see fit.
Sebastian Warren: Fair enough. We tried to do the right thing here.
He turned himself around and went to walk away. Nicole on the other hand found herself stepping towards Kevin. Her eyes narrowed at him.
Nicole Austin: You’re going to regret this. You’re going to regret everything you ever did to us. Scumbags like you don’t go through life without karama catching them eventually!
The hatred was pouring out of her with those few words. Kevin on the other hand didn’t seem to have any emotion coming out of him at all. Instead there was just an arrogant smirk that covered his entire expression. That didn’t do him any favors. Nicole scoffed and turned herself around. Walking away with her attorney. Leaving Kevin and his alone. This was going to get a whole lot worse before it got any better and the scumbag in him wanted nothing more than that very thing to happen.
May 15th, 2025
Paris Convention Center
Vanves, France
With Sin City Wrestling taking over the city of Paris for the big supercard event: Into The Void. There were things going on all over the city for the fans. Meet and greets. Autograph signings. And so much more. Today at the Paris Convention Center. Hundreds and hundreds of fans were in attendance for a Q&A involving the Internet Champion. Sitting front and center at a table with the Internet Championship placed out in front of him was the man himself, Kevin Carter. Every bit of his expression showed he didn’t want to be there as a member of the SCW staff was addressing the fans in attendance.
SCW Employee: Ladies and gentlemen. I want to thank you all for being here today. Kevin is thrilled to be able to meet with you wonderful fans.
There was an uproar of cheers from the crowd. A few boos though based on who he was. Kevin on the other hand could be seen rolling his eyes.
SCW Employee: I do just want to address one thing. We’re going to get to as many of you as possible today, but I was informed before we came out here. Kevin will not be answering certain questions. If one of your questions happens to be one that falls in line. Please respect his decision and just move on.
That brought out a collective set of boos from the audience.
SCW Employee: Let’s get our first fan up here. Approach the microphone. State your name and your question.
Of course the very first fan in line wasted no time at all rushing forward to the microphone. Almost knocking it over from the sheer excitement.
Colette: Bonjour. My name is Colette. Been waiting to see SCW here in Paris for a long time! My question is. How do you feel about performing here in Paris? We’re all going to be quite the rowdy bunch at Into The Void.
Kevin Carter: I wouldn’t expect anything less from wrestling fans. None of you know how to act like normal people. Always acting like a bunch of rabies infected animals. You people make it unsafe for wrestlers if I’m being honest.
He made this disgusted look while shaking his head from side to side. His words were certainly not winning him over any fans.
Kevin Carter: As far as your question goes. How do I feel being FORCED to wrestle and in Paris of all places? I am not a fan. You people fucking smell. None of you seem to be very intelligent when trying to have a conversation with you. Might be one of the worst countries I have ever been to. This is not something I am looking forward to. But I’m here. The fuck can I do about it?!
The woman’s jaw looked like it was about to hit the floor as she gasped over the insult. It was clear she wanted to say something back, but she was being waved on for the next fan. A younger fan walking up what could be considered to be his dad who lowered the microphone for him. He waved excitedly in Kevin’s direction.
Henri: Hiii! My name is Henri.
Kevin Carter: Good for you, kid. What’s the question?
Henri: Miles Kasey is my favorite wrestler ever! Are you as happy as I am that he's the number one contender for your belt?
Kevin Carter: I will not be answering that question at this time.
Henri: Why?
Kevin Carter: I will not be answering that question at this time.
Henri’s Father: Hang on now. We waited all this time in this line for my son to ask this question. You can’t be like that to a fan!
Kevin Carter: Don’t make me repeat it a third time. If I do, I’m shutting this whole thing down and leaving!
SCW Employee: Sir. Please take your son and move on. Be respectful. It’s one of the questions he’s not interested in answering.
The father grabbed the son by the hand with dejected looks on both of their faces and started to storm away with them. Kevin just looked smug over the entire situation as he watched the next fan come up out of the line and take a hold of the microphone.
Gabriel: Evening Mr. Carter. My name is Gabriel and I’m the co-host of a wrestling podcast known as Wrestling Unites Us.
Kevin Carter: No one asked. This isn’t the place to plug your shit podcast.
Gabriel: I guess that’s fair. Not the time or the place for the platform. Nevertheless my question for you is. What is your dream opponent? It could be anyone. Active with SCW or somewhere else. Someone that’s retired. Hell even someone that’s passed on.
Kevin Carter: Do I really look like the type to have a dream opponent to you?
Gabriel: Oh everyone has a dream opponent.
Kevin Carter: I don’t. There isn’t anyone on the SCW roster that I think holds a candle to me. Doubt there’s anyone else out there in any other company that can do the same. Don’t care to waste my time wrestling some old senile broken down fuck of a so called legend. And if they're dead? Good.
The nasty attitude of his just pouring out. The fan shook his head a little disappointed in the answer he got, but kept on moving along. The next fan coming up to the podium was a woman. First glance she looked primed and in her twenties.
Anna: I’m so excited to be here right now. My name is Anna and the question I have to ask is this. That Internet Championship has had some great champions in the past. One of the most memorable reigns was Miles Kasey. Does that weigh on your mind that he’s a former champion? And could be quite the challenge to your reign?
Kevin Carter: I am reserving the right to not answer that question at this time.
Anna: But...
Kevin Carter: But nothing. Should have asked a better question.
SCW Employee: Ma’am. Please. Go on.
The woman rolled her eyes. Taking no time at all to storm off. Showing just how frustrated she was. Kevin’s eyes locked on the next fan walking up. They were decked out in all the Miles Kasey memorabilia. Right away Kevin stood himself up.
Kevin Carter: Let me just stop it here. I’m not answering any more questions at all.
Charles: Oh? Because you’re scared? Like you’re scared to defend that championship against Miles?
Kevin Carter: I’m out of here. Kiss my ass.
Charles: Kevin’s a coward! Kevin’s a coward! Kevin’s a coward!
The entire crowd started to join in with the chant. Kevin ignored them by violently snatching the Internet Championship off the table he had been sitting at and tossed it over his shoulder. He turned to the right and jogged down a small set of steps to head away from the crowd. The fans only get louder with their chants. All of which he could hear as he got closer and closer to the main doors of the venue. Storming right out of them. Ever since this match had been announced. His silence on his opponent had been odd, but truth be told there was a reason. There was a reason for everything he did.
May 17th, 2025
Palais Garnier
Paris, France
The shot found itself slowly starting to open up. Inside one of the most famous Opera Houses in all of France: The Palais Granier. On this particular night there wasn’t anything going on. Almost a completely empty venue which was a bit odd for a Saturday night. But it was almost completely empty. All thanks to one person being on hand. That person being revealed to be none other than the Internet Champion himself. Kevin Carter sat there at one of the top balconies. Holding the championship over his shoulder. Seemingly starting off into the distance. Yet his silence didn’t last long.
“For the last several weeks. I’ve been asked the same type of question. Over and over again. I have been asked: what do I think of Miles Kasey being the number one contender? What do I think of Miles Kasey being my opponent for Into The Void? What do I think about sharing the ring with Miles Kasey once again? To which I avoided the question. I refused to answer the question. I even refused to acknowledge the situation as a whole. For good reason.”
A slight little head nod escaped the champion. Thankfully he wouldn’t leave the viewers in suspense for long.
“That reason being that I am not impressed. I’m not thrilled. I’m not excited. I’m not looking forward to the match. Not even in the slightest bit. Sharing the ring with Miles Kasey does not interest me. It’s not going to be a challenge. It’s not going to be a situation where I have my back against the wall. I’m not going to be threatened by any stretch of the imagination. My reign is not in danger by any means. Based on nothing more than who the opponent is. And while I have no doubt in my mind that’s going to get under Miles' skin. I’ve got the proof to back it up.”
Carter’s nasty glaring expression finally shifted from looking out over that balcony. To turn right towards the camera crew. His eyes locked on that little red dot to the camera that told him they were live. Beginning to not hold back on a man that he had an intense disdain for.
“You see there was a time in this company where the name Miles Kasey meant something. He was at one point one of the names that kept this place moving forward. Miles used to be the embodiment of hard work. He was never one to wait around for an opportunity to be given to him or fall into his lap. He went out there and made an opportunity for himself. He took the opportunities from others. There was a time where getting into the ring with Miles was a big deal. For a couple of reasons.”
“The first being you knew you were going to get his very best as soon as that bell rung. And the second being that you knew that you were set to have the match of the night. Because not only was he bringing his best. It was going to force you to bring your best. It was going to put the match on next level shit and make it almost impossible to follow by anyone else. Miles is one of the few people that set the bar high for a long time. Yet... things have changed and they have changed dramatically for the worst.”
His words had a certain hint of sarcasm and even disappointment to them. Letting his expression narrow just a little more.
“For quite some time now Miles has let himself go. Miles has lowered the bar. Miles has not become the standard. Getting in the ring with Miles doesn’t mean anything like it used to. People see their name next to Miles for a match and don’t see it as an opportunity of any kind. Instead they see it as an easy night at the office. Just another chance to add a win to their name. And the reason Miles is viewed this way. The reason he has fallen so far is because he himself has allowed it. Because he himself no longer cares.”
“He doesn’t care to be someone that fights for an opportunity or someone that earns an opportunity. He has become like the rest of the roster. He’s just like the Bill Barnharts, the Dawn Warrens, the Justin Smiths, and the Crystal Zdunichs of the roster. They don't do anything for opportunities. You barely hear from them. Only thing they do is show up for their matches and sometimes they barely even do that, but goddamn. You know when supercard time rolls around. They’ll have an opportunity handed to them.”
“One that they didn’t deserve. Miles has become just like them. Miles has relied on who he used to be and his relationship with the higher ups. Because they are just so gaslighted into believing that he is so good. That he just knows no matter what he is going to be handed a spot. Handed an opportunity. Handed a title match or contenders match. It’s downright pathetic that he has allowed himself to become just like the rest, but this is what happens when your roster is filled with mediocre aint shit type people.”
“And I dare you. I fucking dare you try to deny it, Miles. Try and deny that you aren’t one of those people. Because, I’ve got no problem for exposing you for being a liar too. Only times people see you is a situation like I just mentioned or when you got your face buried so far up Carter’s ass. You can taste what he had for breakfast last month. As a matter of fact your relationship seems to be the most important thing to you. The only thing that matters to you around here.”
For a moment the champion paused. Carter shaking his head from side to side. There was just something about the HB Carter and Miles Kasey combination that got under his skin. Made him sick to his stomach. Made him want to violently puke everyone. And truth be told, he wasn't the only one. He was just one of the only ones willing to speak out about it.
“This is the wrestling business pal. Hate to break it to you. But no one gives a fuck about two grown ass men who are in their twenties acting like love sick teenagers that seemingly can’t co-exist without one another. No one finds you funny. No one finds you clever. No one finds your relationship meaningful in even the slightest. To everyone else you’re just the annoying married couple that works together that could go without seeing any of your bullshit.”
“For crying out loud. You can’t even bring a proper challenge to me or bring proper attention to this match. Without saying your piece of shit husband’s name. As a matter of fact on Sunday last week. You said that you were coming after me and my championship because of everything I did to Carter all those moments ago. Not just that, you didn’t even lead with saying you’d win the championship for yourself. First person out of your mouth was Carter. How you were gonna win it for him. Correct me if im wrong...”
“But isn’t the man presented with a World Championship opportunity next weekend? Isn’t he far removed from me and the Internet Championship division? Isn’t he the one that tucked his tail between his legs and chose not to have a rematch with me for this championship? So why in the fuck does his name need to be associated with this championship?! You make no goddamn sense Miles. Again goes back to the fact the two of you just can’t go exist without each other. It’s pathetic.”
“Let me guess though Miles. The reason that your relationship is the only thing you truly care about around here is because wins and losses don’t matter to you right? It’s because you don’t consume yourself about being a good wrestler or being a champion to the point of obsession? It’s because you don’t see any point in taking yourself or the business too seriously, am I right? That fucking logic makes you a clown. That logic is what veterans like myself hate about you young kids. You piss all over what we created.”
“And none of you ever feel bad about it. But what’s funny is the moment I treat you the same way. The moment I meet you with the same energy. The moment I call you out and say things about your career. How it means nothing to me. How I don’t see you as talented or worth my time. You’re ready to have a melt down. You’re ready to become unhinged. You’re ready to crash the hell out. Yet, in reality it’s exactly what you deserve!”
More of that hatred seemed to just pour out of him with every single word he spoke. Frustration for the man that was considered his challenger finally made the Internet Champion hit his boiling point.
“Speaking of what you deserve. I have to address something else. You seem to think that you deserve this Internet Championship that sits on my shoulder. You seem to think you are worthy of being the champion. So much in fact that all of the sudden you’ve gone back on words that have come out of your mouth a lot in the last year. I can name quite a few times where you flat out said. You didn’t care about championships. You didn’t care for the glory that came with being a champion. But now you do?”
“And it’s even got you out here telling lies flat out. I’m going to call you Miles the Truth Bender. Because you brought up our last match. All the way back in January this past Climax Control. You talked about how you beat me in the middle of the ring. One on one. But that’s not what happened at all Miles. You may have a W next to your name from that last encounter. However, I slapped the dog shit out of a referee and got myself intentionally disqualified. You never fucking beat me. And you’re never going to.”
“Let’s go ahead and get that through your thick skull right now. No matter how much you bend the truth. No matter how much you flat out lie. No matter what delusional state of mind you live in. But you want to know something Miles? I’m starting to have a little bit of sympathy for you. I’m starting to have some pity for you. I’m starting to even feel a little bad for you. Because, I don’t think you mean to be this way. I just think it has everything to do with one particular career defining moment that's caused this.”
“I think I know the very moment you decided to accept defeat and become like everyone else. Now it wasn’t because you pissed away most of your opportunities. It wasn’t because your loss percentage is higher than your win percentage. It had nothing to do being a failure of a tag team partner to Alexandra Calaway. It didn’t even have anything to do with how boring and stagnant your act was becoming before giving up. Instead it had everything to do with the moment you stabbed someone in the back you considered family. The moment you did that... just for it to mean nothing.”
“For the first time in a long time Miles. You showed a side of yourself that was willing to change for the better if it meant getting you where you needed to be. You showed what many would call some ‘character development’ for the first time in easily three years. You showed you could make difficult decisions. You were willing to brace the darkside and deal with the consequences of your actions. That side of you Miles. It was the most entertaining you had ever been. But just as quickly as it happened. You fucked it up just as fast.”
“You didn’t embrace the role. Instead you used the gaslighting tactics that Carter is known for using. You tried to blame that man you considered family. Tried to make it seem like your hand was forced. Tried to make it seem like you were backed into a corner. Instead of just admitting that you were a shitbag that wanted the Heavyweight Championship and you didn’t care how you got it. You resorted back to your boring self and then you got what was coming to you. You got utterly destroyed. You got embarrassed. And when that happened. You gave up. You gave up on yourself and you gave up on your career!”
His words came with a stone cold stare. If anything he was aiming to really get under the skin of Miles and set him off. Aiming to make him lash out. To get something out of him that wasn’t the usual boring underperforming shit he had been seeing.
“It’s clear as day that you have given up. You’re just too much of a coward to admit to your fanbase. But facts have always been facts. You can’t hide from those. No matter how much you want to. And don’t do what I already know you’re going to do. Don’t bring up the Internet Championship contenders match. Don’t bring up how you won that match and earned the title shot. Like it’s a big deal or somehow proves that you didn’t give up. Because if we are being a hundred percent honest.”
“Not you. Not Felix or Connor or Artie even deserved to be in a contenders match. Neither of you deserve to be competing for the Internet Championship. You didn’t have to do much to win. You know it. I know it. SCW as a whole knows it. You were simply just the sprinkles on a shit covered cookie with that situation. And as much as I said none of you deserved to be in the match or compete for my championship. If it had been up to me. I’d much rather have faced Artie than you.”
“At least he knows he’s inexperienced. He knows that he’s got a long way to go before he’s where he wants to be. And more than anything he hasn’t given up on himself like you have. I just know that he would provide me with a better challenge than you will. It won’t lead to a loss. He wouldn’t have taken my title, but he would have given me a hell of a lot more than you’re going to give me. But this is the shitty hand I was dealt, and so it shall be the shitty hand that I play out.”
Carter found himself starting to stand up from the chair that he was sitting in. Reaching for the Internet Championship and taking it off his shoulder to hold it out to the camera.
“This is mine. It’s going to stay mine. You don’t have to like it, but there’s nothing your boring, uninspiring, underperforming, forever underachieving irrelevant ass can do about it!”
His lips remained in that ever so arrogant smirk of his for a couple of seconds. Long enough for him to place the championship back over his shoulder. Then walk forward right out of the shot of the camera/ Pretty much confirming he had nothing else left to say. That’s when the shot found itself slowly fading back out to black. Leaving the SCW Universe wondering what would happen with this historic meeting.
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May 19th, 2025
Hôpital Sainte-Anne
Paris, France
The shot found itself opening up to a bit of an odd scenario. Every single wall in the room they were in was nothing but a white padded wall. No windows. Didn’t even look like there was a door at first glance. The room was a full on nightmare for someone that was claustrophobic but also a safe space for someone that wasn’t exactly mentally well. All of the sudden a small space in the wall could be seen being pulled back revealing there was a door there the entire time. Just completely hidden.
As the door came open a little further. All of the sudden one of those really old televisions on the traditional black cart could be seen being pushed into the room. Thanks to the hand of one Kevin Carter. With the cart pushed to the middle of the ring. Carter grabbed the door and proceeded to pull it shut. Seemingly trapping himself inside that room. It didn’t take long at all for his eyes to find the cameras. A smirk spread across his lips.
“Good evening there Miles. We’re six days away from our paths crossing one another. Six days away from sharing the ring with each other once again. Six days away from my Internet Championship being put on the line against you. And from everything I have been seeing as of late. We’re six days away where I have to get in the ring with someone that’s mentally unstable and clearly very-very delusional. Essentially putting myself at risk to deal with someone like you in your mental state.”
He shook his head a little bit from side to side. Taking a few steps over to that black cart. Placing his hand against it and leaning there.
“I couldn’t think of a better place to address you then in a room like this. All nice and padded. No way out. Completely secluded from people. Especially your loved ones. Once that door shuts. You’re all alone. Left with those mentally disturbed thoughts and it can really drive you over the edge. If you’re not already there. Trust me Miles. I more than anyone know what that is like. I’ve spent some time in a room like this. Spent some time in a mental asylum. It’s not fun, but it was also a necessity for me. Kind of like it’s starting to become one for you.”
“You’re starting to show signs that you need to be in a place like this. You’re starting to show signs that you need someone to help you get on the right track. You’re starting to show signs that you need some time away from the pressure and the limelight. Maybe even need a little bit of medication to help you balance things out. For no other reason than you are becoming so delusional and so mentally unstable. You’re flat out telling the most insane of lines. You’re also contradicting yourself with almost every statement you make week to week.”
That being said, Carter took his hand off the cart. Long enough to hit the power button to that television. As the screen began to light up. Carter went back to addressing the man he was set to face.
“Let's focus on that lie you've been telling. I have already addressed it once, but with the media going on this week. You’ve been doubled down. Hell, you’ve tripled down on your lie. You see, since I have been back in SCW. You and I have shared the ring twice in a one on one setting. The first time being April 25th, 2024. I walked away with the win. Or if you want to be technical -- so you don’t accuse me for being delusional. Entity walked away with the win, but we’re one in the same clearly. And then the second time on January 19th of 2025. The very match you keep talking about. The very much you keep lying about. The very match you are using as if you’ve got some leverage here. So let’s watch that ending real quick Miles. Refresh both our memories. Shall we?”
Without hesitation. Carter snatched the remote off the top of the cart and found himself pressing a single button. The attention going right to the television as it began to play the video.
Kevin was crawling towards the center of the ring reaching out to the official of the match. Guy with a pulled look on his face dropped to a knee to do his job and check on Kevin.He used Guy's pants to help lift himself up to his knees. With him getting up Miles saw that as the perfect opportunity. He began to rush out of the corner, but before he could do anything. Kevin reached up and SLAPPED Guy right across the face knocking the referee down to the mat. Causing Miles to stop mid stride as Kevin had this smirk on his face. Almost like it was some kind of evil plan of his or something. Guy held his cheek and looked up at Kevin with a glare.. Then he began to wave his hand towards the timekeepers table calling for a disqualification.
DING DING DING!
Simone: Wait, what’s happening?!
Adams: That no good s.o.b just got himself intentionally disqualified from the match!
Simone: No! No it can’t end like this! Miles had him beat!
Adams: He sure and it’s still a win for Miles, but it’s a tainted win! What a prick!
Miles realizing what had just taken place was intentional. He found himself dashing right towards Kevin, but by then Kevin was able to be a little faster. Ducking and rolling right out of the ring. Finding himself backing up on the ramp with that arrogant smirk covering his expression. Miles shouting at him and telling him to get back in the ring, but Kevin could be seen shaking his head from side to side clearly enjoying what he was able to accomplish.
Justin: Here is your winner by the way of disqualification, MILES KASEY!
As soon as Justin finished his statement. Carter pressed the button again causing the video to go back to the pause freeze frame. Placing the remote down and looking right back at the cameras. Slight little narrowed expression in his gaze now.
“Now this lie you’ve been telling Miles. You’ve been telling people that you beat me. You’ve been telling people that you beat me in the center of the ring. You’ve been telling people that you pinned me. One. Two. Three. But is that what we just saw? Hmm? Does that look like a pinfall victory to you, Miles? Did you have my shoulders down to the mat for a count of three? Because it didn’t look that way to me. Not to mention as an old veteran of this business. I was never informed that pinfall victories and disqualification victories were the same damn thing.”
“Of course. Yes, you do own a victory over me. On that night the record book does say Miles Kasey beat Kevin Carter. You do have a W next to your name. But let’s tell it like it really is Miles. You have that W next to your name because I allowed you to have it. You can only say you beat me because I was the one that slapped the piss out of Guy with no remorse. You can only say you have a victory when facing up against me. Because I decided midway through that match you were no longer worth my time. I got myself intentionally disqualified. I handed you everything in that situation!”
“Is that something you are going to like? No. Is that something you are wanting to admit happened? Clearly not based on all the bullshit you have been spewing? I get it. You’re a big deal to your six group of friends. I get it that you are an even bigger deal to these brain-washed fans of yours. I know you don’t want to feel exposed or feel like you are a failure to them. But that’s too goddamn bad. I admit that I’m the worst of the worst. I am every bit of the scumbag that I say that I am, but the one thing I am not is a liar. I will always present facts. Which is what this is. I am right and you’re just full of shit.”
His words seemed like they were coming from a very rage fueled place. Aiming to ‘expose’ and ‘embarrass’ his opponent. Although he already knew it would fall on deaf ears to the masses.
“If your delusional thoughts on how things played out with a match weren’t bad enough. If they weren’t clear signs that you belong in a place like this. What about the other lie you’ve told? What about the other bending the truth you’ve been doing? And what about this other personality you’ve shown that clearly has you off your rocker? I can go back and name every single time. You’ve said you don’t care about championships. I can name every single time you’ve said championships don't define you. I can point out every single time you made it clear that you don’t chase glory.”
“But if that was all true. If that’s who you truly are. Then why the hell would you turn your back on someone for the sake of trying to be World Champion? Why is that every single time you are gift wrapped a contenders match or a championship match you just take it instead of passing on the opportunity? How come every single time you are in a contenders match do you try so hard to win? You could just roll over and play dead. Same thing with a championship match. You become the little engine that could every single time. Give it everything you got. But yet championships aren’t what you seek right?”
Carter found himself just rolling his eyes for a brief moment.
“It’s hilarious that not that long ago you were out there making fun of people for being delusional for calling themselves the best. It’s hilarious watching you try to shit talk me for how I carry myself and project onto me how I’ve lost my mind. Yet in reality Miles. You are so far gone. Like I’ve said you’ve become a walking talking contradiction. You are making up stories and scenarios in your head that never happened like a schizophrenic person. You are a person that denies reality and acts like it doesn’t exist. You are a danger to yourself and others at this. There’s only one thing left to do. That’s simply put you in one of these padded rooms, throw away the key, and let you rot in silence all by yourself until you meet your final day!”
Again everything about this man made him sound bitter, jaded, and just fueled by rage for Miles. Not every single person in this business was going to get along. That was the nature of it all, but this seemed like a very deeply rooted issue. With only one way to solve it.
“Deny everything I said. Deny the facts. Keep heading down the road you’re heading down Miles. It’s not all that much longer until it becomes exposed in real time at Into The Void. Already talked to the people at this very mental asylum. They’ll have a room waiting for you when you finally get pushed over the edge. All thanks to realizing you just can’t beat me!”
Following those words. Carter gripped a hold of that black cart with the television on it. Slowly, but surely starting to push it towards the almost seemingly invisible door. Popping it open to finish pushing the television out. Stepping through with it and when he was gone. The door slammed shut. Leaving the cameras once again. All alone in that padded room. The silence deafening and helping send a message to where Miles Kasey’s future might end up.
May 21st, 2025
Experimental Cocktail Club
Paris, France
The days were drawing closer and closer to Into The Void. For some of the men and women that were going to compete at the event. The pressure was becoming alot for them. It was making them panic and making them worry about what the outcome would be. For others it was just another walk in the park. They knew the outcome and knew they were going to be just fine. Two of those men happened to be none other than the Internet Champion, Kevin Carter and J2H.
To which they found themselves at one of the local bars in the area. A bar they rented out just for themselves. For the sake of not being bothered by anymore. Especially the locals themselves. The bartender slid a couple of glasses full of scotch to them. The two men took their glass in each hand and brought it to their lips. Carter hadn’t even finished taking his sip, before he could hear J2H speaking the second he finished bringing his attention to him.
J2H: Our plan is finally starting to take shape.
For a brief second J2H stared at the glass in his hand before putting it down.
J2H: Took longer than we would have liked, but it’s all starting to take shape. Slowly but surely everything we have envisioned for ourselves and this alliance is almost where we want it to be.
Kevin Carter: I wouldn’t say it has taken longer than expected. We just put trust into the wrong person and we’ve let these clowns running the place think they have true control over us.
J2H: We lived and we have learned from that situation. Point is it’s all coming together finally. You have the Internet Championship. I’m officially a win away from becoming the Blast From The Past Winner. For a second time. And two wins away from being crowned the World Heavyweight Champion once again. The power will be ours as it was always meant to be.
A slight nod from Carter came listening to the man’s words. Picking up his glass once again off the counter.
Kevin Carter: But you know. You could have been only one win away from becoming the World Champion.
Taking another sip of that scotch. Feeling the burning sensation going all the way down his throat thanks to the liquor. As he was starting to bring the glass back away from his lips. He could feel the glaring expression of J2H’s on the side of his head.
J2H: What’s that supposed to mean, Kevin?
Kevin Carter: I’m just saying that you could have been one win away. You could be the one competing for the championship this Sunday. We wouldn’t have to be sitting through another stale and boring attempted run at the top of the mountain with HB Carter. Had... you know you just won the Elimination Chamber.
J2H: If I didn’t know any better. I’d assume that you are getting a little free with your mouth. Maybe just a little too comfortable with it.
Kevin Carter: No nothing like that.
J2H: Of course not. Mutual respect for each other and all. Not to mention it would be kind of crazy for you to be talking about me and my journey to becoming the Heavyweight Champion again. Considering the last time you held it was in what two thousand thirteen? Not to mention you’ve been back well over a year. Not once have you even sniffed an opportunity at that championship again.
Arrogance covered the entire expression of J2H. That trademark smirk that only he was known for crossing his lips. Right then and there though, Carter could feel his blood boiling. Those words get under his skin and make him feel some type of way. His hand gripping his glass of scotch so hard his fingertips were turning a bright white, but he controlled himself for the most part.
Kevin Carter: No, you’re right. I sure haven’t been handed the chance or the opportunity to compete for that championship. You know the key word being handed. But like you said, man. Everything is starting to come together. I’m the Internet Champion. You’re about to be World Champion again. Power will indeed be ours. But uh, you think you can do me a favor? Well two favors actually.
J2H: Two favors hm? Asking quite a bit out of me. Not even my wife does that. But for a good friend. For a good partner. I can do that for you. What are those favors, Kev?
Kevin Carter: First one is pretty easy if you ask me. That’s make Alexander Raven pay. Make him pay for leaving us high and dry. Make him pay for leaving to pad his own ego. Make him pay for abandoning the master plan. All because he wanted to go play in greener pastures. And make him pay for thinking he could just walk back in here like nothing happened. Not pay for his sins. Do not show him respect. Do not show him mercy. Take him out for good.
J2H: That’s not even a favor you need to ask. That’s going to be taken care of without hesitation.
Kevin Carter: Good. Excellent even. As far as the second favor goes. Make sure you win this tournament. I’d just hate to see you have all this hype like you did for the chamber. Only to end up having another embarrassing moment happen. Don’t know if your legacy could take that.
As soon as those words came from the Scumbag. His own smirk crossed his lips. Seemingly feeling good about his words. Watching that angered expression overcoming J2H’s for a brief second. However, Carter wasn’t the only one that was a master at the game of chest. That’s when J2H calmly turned towards him there at the bar.
J2H: I tell you what Kevin. I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen. Especially for you. As long as you do me a favor, will ya?
Kevin Carter: Hmmm?
J2H: Don’t go losing to Miles Kasey again. It would be a shame if he was able to take the Internet Championship from you and derail all the plans we ever had.
Kevin Carter: I never lost to that fucking clown!
In a fit of rage. Carter slammed his hands down against the bar. Instantly becoming red in the face with anger while glaring in a hole into J2H’s soul.
Kevin Carter: He’s a fucking liar. Tired of hearing this bullshit. He has never pinned my shoulders to the mat. He has never forced me to tap out and he never fucking will!
Again that blood was boiling. J2H found himself starting to chuckle out loud looking back at his partner in crime.
J2H: Is it that easy to get you rattled, Kevin? It was just a joke. Little harmless poking the bear. Calm down and finish your drink.
Kevin Carter: I don’t have the time right now. I got somewhere to be!
In a bit of an annoyed manner. He pushed back the stool he was sitting in and began to storm towards the door of the bar. Was it a joke? Was it harmless poking the bear? Or was that how he truly viewed him? Questions that ran through his head as he walked right out that door. Regardless of the answer though. It was time for him to put an end to all this talk about Miles Kasey beating him. Time to put an end to chatter of Miles Kasey becoming the new Internet Champion.
May 25th, 2025
Accor Arena [ Locker Room ]
Paris, France
It was only mere hours before Sin City Wrestling would invade the Accor Arena for Into The Void. With the shot finding itself opening up that very moment. Inside the private dressing room of a familiar face. Right there in the middle of the room, sitting in a steel chair, and wrapping his left arm up with wrist tape was the Internet Champion himself. Without even acknowledging the cameras Kevin began to speak, just knowing that they were there.
“Today is the day Miles. Today is the day you get your shot at me. You get your shot at the Internet Championship. And you get your shot at making all the wrongs supposedly right...”
Using his teeth for a brief second. He tore the tape off the roll and pressed it down against the rest of his wrist to keep it in place. Before moving to his next arm.
“But you know all week long heading into this match. I’ve heard some interesting things from the grapevine. First thing I’ve heard is that you’re upset with me. You feel disrespected. You feel as if I don’t take you seriously. Something along the lines of you gave me a ‘chance’ to go face to face with you. Only for me to not do that. Compete in the main event and go on about my business. Which means I don’t care about the match. I don’t care about you. I don’t have any respect for you.”
“Well... brav-fucking-o!”
“You finally after all this time you get it. You finally understand everything that I have flat out been saying for a really-really long time now. But, I do want to take a second to address a couple of things. Because I find it a little amusing. Who in the fuck do you think you are when you say you gave me a ‘chance’ to be face to face with you and discuss our match? You act like you’re this god-send individual. I don’t know if you are slow or what.”
“But motherfuckers that can’t pull their head out of their husbands ass long enough to string together some wins and live up to the hype everything says he doesn't get to give ‘chances’. They don't get to make ‘demands’ of others. Especially not someone that’s a champion. Not to mention what the hell would a face to face have done? Aside from stroke your ego and giving you the type of day with my attention that you so desperately need apparently?”
With the tape around that second wrist. He repeated the same manner. Ripping the end off with his teeth. Then tossed the tape down into his gear bag in front of him. Kevin’s eyes finally looked up to make direct eye contact with the recording camera.
“It wasn’t going to benefit me one bit. It was only going to benefit you and considering I don’t care about this match. I am not excited about this match. I do not see you as a worthy opponent. There was simply no point in giving you what you wanted. Wish I could say I’m sorry for that, but I’m not. You do not deserve my time. You’ve done nothing to get it. And trust me when I tell you. Winning some trash ass fatal four way that consisted of people that were all not deserving of a title shot anyway does not warrant that like you think it does.”
“To which brings me to the next point when it comes to what I am hearing through the grapevine. Seems like you want to make this personal between us. You want to make it personal because of my lack of respect. You want to make it personal because of my ability to not give a fuck about you and your challenge. You want to make this personal because of every bad horrible thing I’ve said about you. You want to make this personal for all the times I have mocked you. You want to make this personal because of the high horse I sit on. Because of the ego that I have. Because of people buying into me.”
“Because of some legendary status I apparently have. And you want to make this personal because I took this championship from your husband some several months back. Does about that cover it Miles? Because, at this point it seems like you want to make it personal just because I breathe. Some ‘good guy’ you are. If you are making things so personal. All because I exist. All because I am a living breathing human being. This is the role model people say that you are. This is the type of person people are aiming to be when they get into the business. Wow. Just wow.”
A certain amount of ‘disbelief’ sounded off in his voice.
“If this is the route you want to go with me, Miles. I do have to ask one simple thing. Are you sure? Are you sure that you want to make this personal between the two of us? See at this moment in time. It stands as nothing more than business. You can get in the ring with me out there tonight. You can flop like you always do. You can get the ever living shit kicked out of you. Like both know is really going to happen. You can take your loss. Go cry in Carter’s arms. Lick your wounds. And more importantly live on to have another day in this business. That’s the easy way of handling this.”
“Or it can be the hard way that you are seemingly calling for. We can make it personal. To which, it’ll become more than an asskicking. It’ll become more than just handing you a loss. It’ll be more than exposing you in front of all your family, friends, and fans. It’ll be about way more than embarrassing you in front of your beloved husband. And it will certainly be about more than just retaining the Internet Championship. You want to cross that line and make it personal. Then I can promise you that when this match is over between the two of us. You’ll never show your face in Sin City Wrestling ever again!”
Kevin found himself letting a small smirk cross his lips. Clearly sending the message that he found this situation amusing. Slowly, he started to stand up from the chair he was sitting in.
“Now before you jump to conclusions or start telling delusional lies like you’ve been known to do here recently. When I say you’ll never show your face around here again. It doesn’t mean that I am going to beat you so bad you become injured or beat you so bad that you don’t want to be around these parts. Nothing like that. I already know I’m the superior wrestler. I could snap your neck like a twig with ease if I wanted to. I could quite literally wrestle circles around you. With one arm tied behind my back and a blind fold on. Beating you up isn’t exactly a difficult task to accomplish.”
“Instead what I mean by you will never show your face again. I will break you in the worst of ways mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I will make you question everything about yourself. That goes far behind being a wrestler. No, I will make you question who you are as a man. I will make you question who you are as a human being. Making it personal with me is going to force me to put you in a situation where you start to wonder if you deserve to have anything good happen to you in life going forward. I will poison that positive mindset you’ve always had.”
“I will have you in your feelings when it comes to whether or not you even deserve to be loved anymore. Make you question if you can be the man that your husband needs. Have you self doubting yourself on whether or not your husband has the same affection for you that he once did when he sees what I turn you into. If I penetrate the one thing that seemingly keeps you going in this business and this life which is your relationship. If I tear you down to the point of no repair as a man. That’s it for you, Miles. You don’t come back from any of this. For once I’m being the good guy and trying to spare you.”
Every word coming out of his mouth at that moment had the man seeming like he was going for the throat of his number one contender.
“Again. Let me ask. Do you really want to make this personal?”
Kevin’s eyebrow was arched as he asked that question one final time. As far as he was concerned and the story he was telling. There was a lot riding on the line if Miles wanted to commit to the idea of making it personal between them. As he called it. It would be true career sucicide for the man. With that being said Kevin walked forward out of the view of the cameras. Allowing the shot to slowly starting fading out and leaving the fans to wonder exactly how this night was going to play out when the two locked horns for what was going to be an iconic moment.