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Roleplay Boards => Climax Control Roleplays => Topic started by: Frankie Holliday on July 17, 2026, 11:55:02 PM
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We spent the next few days just trying to understand what the hell we were getting into. I literally watched Mikah gun down an entire family in broad daylight, and then Minkah pluck their fucking eyes out like a bird. I mean, we saw people running for cover when they heard the shots. We saw people look at us as we drove off. And neither Mikah or Minkah batted an eyelash at any of it.
I figured at some point that we would be identified and perhaps tracked down. Maybe the police would start a manhunt for us. I mean, when Levi and I did home invasions, we did it at night and we tried not to hurt people if it was avoidable. These two just did that shit like it was nothing.
That’s power.
But there was no way this was a thing at that level without somebody eventually seeing or saying something. It’s a powerful message to see an entire generation wiped out and controlling things through fear generally worked, but there’s only so much you can do before the dam breaks.
We watched the news and nothing was even reported for days. It was a week before anything even made headlines. And it was just…swept under the rug. Gang violence. Every public official gets on the news and preaches about stopping gang violence and pleading for the communities to come together and then maybe for a few weeks, that happens, but it slowly loses momentum and we forget about it and assume it’s good.
I was called back to Mikah and Minkah for another assignment.
“ We need you to find a girl.” Mikah said, puffing on a blunt.
“What? What kind of girl? Who am I looking for?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, that’s not helpful.”
“You giving me shit?” Mikah sat up and looked really serious. I had to remember who I was talking to.
“Hey, relax. I’ll do what you ask.”
Mikah started laughing.
“Did you see her face?” He bumped the shoulder of Minkah who was not paying attention, eyes always on her phone. It’s terrified me just how this was just normal and then boom, she’s cutting eyes out.
“Anyway, look, we got a friend who makes the shit we do, go away, and as a result, we owe him. So, we pay him in women.”
“Shit, you could any girl and they can do it for the right price.”
“Yeah, we could, but he has particular tastes. So, we gotta do this right.”
“Okay, just tell me what I need to do.”
“Look at the clubs, bars, shit like that for a blonde girl. Gotta have big titties, he loves big titties. And then, boom, we’re in business.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“Okay, I can do that. What do I do when I find a big tittied white girl?”
“Take her to this address, drop her off, then you get out of the area.”
Mikah handed me a piece of paper with an address on it. I looked at it and shrugged.
“Easy enough.”
I turned to leave, but stopped.
I had to know.
“What the fuck was that last time?”
Mikah looked up at me and shrugged.
“Business. That’s how it gets handled.”
That’s all I wanted to know really. I thought getting details on stuff like that probably wasn’t good for me.
The less I knew, the better.
I would ask why this is even a match at this point, but I get it.
I lost the match at Summer XXXtreme and hit the pool. Bella is the champion. Exactly how it was supposed to go, I guess. They got what they wanted. I am now back at the bottom. I don’t deserve to go after anything until I earn it.
So, I was thinking about that, and I was kind of down. I wanted to be someplace I haven’t earned the right to be at. I’m trying to fix a huge problem and I can’t seem to get out my own way. It’s the big catch to drawing the ire of management. When you fall, it’s nearly impossible to get back up with so many eyes on you.
But then I realized, it’s never stopped a bunch of people before. Plenty of people before me have been just handed chance after chance for no real reason. And let’s face it, pickings are quite slim these days.
Whereas before, beating Bea Barnhart was kind of a gimme. I tune up before you get at least a chance at something. A stepping stone to getting back on track. When you’re at the bottom, you face Bea, and then you climb out of the hole. You just step on Bea’s face on the way up. It’s just that simple.
And before, this match was just a match that you scoff at, you come out and do what needs to be done. Ho-hum, another week.
But now? Through sheer lack of numbers, through sheer dumb luck, and nothing Bea actually did, beating Bea is now a huge leap. It could mean automatic title contention at this rate! So, I guess, congratulations on moving on up in the world, Bea. You did it.
That of course, will not save you from losing yet again. It won’t change your own circumstances, it just makes beating you worthwhile now. See, before, unless there was a qualifying match or something, wrestling you was not worth the effort. But now? Now that the numbers have dwindled so much, it actually means something now.
So therefore, there’s actually a reason for me to beat you and take some enjoyment in it.
It used to be some mundane, but now, shit, I’m going to relish beating your ass in the ring. I’m going to thoroughly enjoy embarrassing you yet again, and putting myself back in the hunt. I mean, it’s not like you would do anything with that. You’ve had chance after chance to improve your situation and failed. You are in the place you should and the place you won’t ever get out of. Now, I’m going to pummel you and it will actually mean something aside from just another win. Another notch on the belt.
Now, you get my full energy and attention. Doesn’t that sound nice? Doesn’t that sound like a good time? It’s going to be the most fun time I’ve had in a while. That’s what I think I was missing. I was so hell-bent on getting what I want, I lost track of just having fun.
Oh, god, I’m sounding like Bella Madison.
But I’m going to have a different kind of fun. Sometimes it’s just fun to hurt people. It’s fun to just take out your frustrations. Before this would be a thing where it would be maybe a little cathartic, but now? Now I’m going to enjoy beating the hell out of people like Bea Barnhart.
Now the idea of making people suffer, until there isn’t anyone left to stop me, is much, much more appealing, rather than rushing to get the Bombshell’s title back. No, that can wait a bit, as I ensure that SCW feels what’s it’s like to be victimized. I just had a grand vision.
It’s starts with Bea, taking her down would be too easy. No, she’s going to suffer, and then I will take her out. Eliminate her. And enjoy it. And then a path of destruction will truly begin. One by one, maybe even two or three at a time, if there’s that many. I will walk right through this company, just like I did a little over a year ago. Only this time, I’m going to enjoy destroying the bombshell’s. I’m going to relish hurting the bombshell’s.
So, for that, I must thank SCW management for setting me free and giving me the opportunity to do this.
There will be carnage, chaos, and blood.
Trust me.