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Climax Control Roleplays / Chapter 14: The Twins (Part 4/4)
« on: July 17, 2026, 11:55:02 PM »


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.

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Supercard Roleplays / Re: BRITTANY (c) vs BELLA vs FRANKIE vs HARPER vs SELEANA - ROULETTE ULTIMATE X
« on: June 26, 2026, 11:54:36 PM »
Day 1:

I often wonder about the people who spend literally days in line for this cruise thing. There’s literally going to be a spot for you, you paid for it. I see them all just lined up as I arrive, wearing their favorite wrestlers t-shirts, or legends of the company, or the company logo. These people have clearly been here for days. The air smell of body order, salt water, and perfume is a horrendous mix that stings the nostrils. This is one of my least favorite things in the world.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I am a social butterfly. I enjoy talking to people. I enjoy interaction. It just seems that very few people want to interact with me. Probably because I call them out on their bullshit most of the time, but people are always like “I wonder what Franke does on her off-time?” Well, you all don’t want to actually talk to me, and as such, I don’t want to talk to you. I’ll tell you when I’m good and ready.

Anyway, another cruise, another boat, another shot for a good voyage and hopefully the cruise doesn’t fucking sink from all these people jamming their large carcasses onto this space. It was cool the first time I guess, but now it’s just wasting time. I watched all these people file onto the boat, most of my co-workers did as well. All of the laughing and having a good time. My only thoughts were how much I could ruin it, and how fun that would be.

Once the voyage was underway, I put my things in my room, most of the stuff was shipped ahead of time so that I didn’t have to carry a million things. I locked myself in the room to ensure no one went through my shit. Never can be too careful with these incels.

I mean, at least pay me some money so I get some of the benefits, you know? Fuck.

Once I left the room, it was time for reconnaissance. Again.

What a difference a year makes. Now people wanted to take pictures with me. Again, there’s a whole day for that when I can make some money off of it. But, I lamented and took some pictures, often not looking at the camera or staring straight ahead. I  got a lot of awkward looks, but what the hell, I gave them what they wanted. I just don’t understand people sometimes.

I spent all day just wandering. Looking at people, watching them do things. I like to people watch. It’s fun.

Night came and then it died down a little. These people have to save their energy I suppose.


Day 2.

More recon.

There really wasn’t much going on this time, more people hanging out by the pool and trying to interact with the wrestlers.

I always wonder why the whole thought process and conversation is like when a guy takes a picture with a girl wrestler and shows it to their significant other.

“Look babe, I took a picture with a girl! I’m pretty cool!”

I mean, it has to be like that, right?

There’s really no other explanation that makes sense. I mean, I get it if you don’t have a girlfriend or boyfriend and you like wrestling and you’re like, hey they’re famous and I will take a picture with them.

There’s a whole etiquette to this asking for pictures thing and it was complete out the fucking window during this cruise. People touching, grabbing, like whole around around the shoulders and waist. It’s fucking weird.

So, I made it more weird. In addition to not actually looking at the camera, I would get really close, like as close as they would get. Or stare at them the whole time. Like, you are not in control of this shit, I am. I am the one in control.

After that, it was a pool party. I went and sat down, sunbathing. I would ignore people who waved or said hi. Or, at times I would move the chair really close to where other people were sitting. Invading personal space. I’d listen to conversations about who these fans liked, and how they would fantasy book SCW and other places like they had this super great idea that would lead to all kinds of better stuff, and then just disagree with them for no real reason. Other than to start shit.

As I said, I’m a social butterfly, but as it turns out, most of these people don’t like it. They would just move away from me and get up and go somewhere else.

Isn’t this the interaction you guys wanted?

Don’t you want to talk to me? Don’t you want to share your opinions and get my reaction? Don’t you want to play games with me? I’m doing exactly what you want and you still don’t like it! I’m just at a loss for words.

Dinner was more of the same. More drunk and stupid fans. I wanted to go up and read poetry for the open mic session, but nobody wanted to listen. People kept telling me I was going on tirades like a conspiracy theorist instead.

It’s not a conspiracy theory if it’s fucking true.


Day 3:

I worked out.

I don’t really want to be in this match, I don’t want to win it, I don’t want the Roulette title. But if I don’t try, then Bella takes the title. Let’s just be honest. Seleana sucks and Harper is basically a robot. I’m sure Brittany will get some other match and some other point, and will randomly win it back and then we’ll go through the cycle all over again.

But I understand why I’m in this match.

Too keep me out of the way.

They don’t want me to be anywhere near the world title. They’re happy with old lady Mercedes and they figure they got their quota of new talent with Victoria. That’s all they need. And they for sure don’t want me to be back there. I rock the boat. I question things and challenge authority. They don’t want that.

So if I have the Roulette title then boom, they will force me to defend it and give random people title matches.
But if I lose? Then I’m right back at the bottom.

It’s a lose-lose situation.

I don’t understand the whole thing having to be over a fucking pool either. It’s fucking weird. But, I have to be ready at least. I have to try, I guess.

But the plan remains the same, win the belt, and then give it back to them. It’s not for me.

Unless, I can do something different, but again, they only want to play by the rules when it’s their rules.

Thinking about these things made the workout a little more tolerable, but I unfortunately worked myself up so much I needed to release that damn tension. So, I just went back to my cabin and masterbated.

After that, I felt much better.

Day 4.

Autograph and picture day.

At least I was able to make my money. And you know, there’s no new merch anywhere. Why did that stop? Now all we’re doing is being so much into pride month and celebrating and it’s a little much. I don’t need to wear a rainbow to show my support, do I? Can’t I just… be here and be like “Yup. You’re good?” Instead we have to be all extra with it.

I took pictures, and sold pictures and signed shit people wanted me to sign. Of course there were also the weirdo incels who wanted me to step on them and spit on them and all kinds of other weird shit that… I needed much more money. Like, you’re paying $5 for an autograph, anything else is going to cost you extra. That shit isn’t cheap.

I also got the smark fans who came up and told me how much they love my work and appreciate how hard I work and the level of dedication I have.

Motherfucker, you watch me on TV. Shut the fuck up. We are not friends. You put money down and watch me wrestle. That’s as far as it’s going to go unless you fork over some big time money.

Then, hey… I’ll talk to you for hours about trivial shit and workrate and pops and all that. I’ll give you all kinds of opinions and you can then believe we are totally friends.

Isn’t that what you want? Isn’t that how this whole thing works?

Wrestling fans are weird.

I watched others sign autographs, take pictures and be totally into talking to the fans like they really gave a shit, but I know most of my co-workers couldn’t care less. I’m just not hiding behind the smiles and the “oh my gosh, how are you?!” bullshit. You come up here, you get a photo, you get me to sign my name on a picture of me, and then you walk away.

It’s a simple transaction.

Day 5.

I’m just kind of done with these cruises really. I think next year I’ll just take this one off unless I’m the champion. Which I should already be for the second time, but it’s fine.

I worked out again. Things are much less rowdy and chaotic. It’s almost time. Everybody got their jollies and now it’s time to get serious.

Fucking finally.



What is there really left to talk about here?

What more do you want from me?

You stuck me in this match, with no way out.

Let’s just make this really simple.

I refuse to give Seleana any more time. Stop giving her chances. I said this months ago and you didn’t listen. You continue to give her a chance based on shit she did 5 years ago with Crystal whoever’s help. That’s all. It’s fucking over. It’s been over. Why is she here? When’s the last time she won a match? I am done with her, and you should be too.

Harper Mason couldn’t be more bland if she was boiled chicken. She is worried about who I pissed off to be in the opening match when last year I main evented. At least I got to the main event. Harper Mason will NEVER see that spot. She’s more interested in telling me what I already know. In fact, a bigger question would be, “why is Harper Mason STILL in the opening match?” Why have you not made any progress Harper? Why are you not going up the ladder? Why are you not going after the world title? The simple answer is, you can’t get there. This is your ceiling Harper. The Roulette title. You won’t go any higher than this. This will be the goddamn highlight of your career. You, like all your trainers and allies, are limited. This is where you train stops. The only thing you can be thankful for is the fact that once you lose this match, you don’t have far to go to get another one. You can’t be at the bottom by fucking default because Bea and Seleana exist. Just let that sink in.

Brittany didn’t even bother to show up. I don’t even think she’s on the cruise. So, whatever. It’s almost like people have been calling this out for years, and yet, people don’t listen. Brittany Williams won the title and proceeded to ghost this entire company for months. The only solace is that she will lose this match, and then she can at least be alone without a belt that she shouldn’t have in the fucking first place.

And that leaves Bella.

I said it last time you shouldn’t be here and you should be much higher up. You really should. But instead, you’re here despite all your success. Don’t you see what they are trying to do to you? They want to make you a puppet. Give you this, give you that, but control all of it.

You’ll get your success, but only the success we want you to.

You just beat the number one contender and it meant nothing. It means nothing. And then, let’s say you win this match… then what? What happens then? You go around and defend the title like a good soldier, and everyone forgets that what you did leading up to it. You should be a world title contender, and yet, you’re happy with this.

I have tried, Bella. I really have. I tried to open your eyes, and you just don’t want to listen. You don’t want to hear the truth. So, when I win this match, and I give the title back, then you can win against the top of the roster and fight for it again.

But hey, you do you, Bella. Believe what you want and go your own way. I tried very hard to help you, but it seems that despite everyone wanting more from me, they just don’t want what I’m giving them. They just don’t want to hear what I’m telling them. So, this is the last time I’m going to appeal to you, Bella. You have shunned by advice and guidance, so now… we’re just done here.

But don’t come complaining to me when you’re stuck competing for the Internet title in a month and you beat like 10 people.

Because all I will say, is I told you so.

And there you have it.

I got on this boat, I jumped through all the hoops, I did everything that was asked of me. I took my punishment and I will still end up winning. You wanted to break me, you wanted to try and take me out of my game, well, it's not going to to happen.

I'm going to use those cables and drop all these other bitches in the pool. I'm well versed in climbing shit and holding on for dear life. You only have heard about the shit I've done and what I've been through. You think that this stupid shit is going to stop me? You want to try and embarrass me and drop me in a pool?

No.

I'm going to win this title.

I'm going to then drop it in the middle of the ring and leave it for you clean up.

And then, I will climb right back up the ladder, and I will take down Victoria, or Mercedes, whomever wins. I don't care, I will be where I belong. This is a just a small pitstop.

I am inevitable.

Trust me.

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Supercard Roleplays / Re: BRITTANY (c) vs BELLA vs FRANKIE vs HARPER vs SELEANA - ROULETTE ULTIMATE X
« on: June 20, 2026, 11:56:55 PM »
We were working for the Twins. We made it official.

I was essentially their personal driver. Whenever the Twins ordered something, I drove. These were quick jobs, most of the time, they went off without a hitch. Drive here, collect money, leave. Easy work.

Levi was still very wary of working with the Twins, believing that well, we were going to get killed at the end of it. We would know too much, we would do something wrong. Again, it was so strange to see Levi like this. He was always so calm and cool. He’d killed people, but this, this was a fear. It lingered the entire time.

Maybe I was naive. I just didn’t see it. I saw it with Eddie, I saw it with Malachai, and I saw it with Raphael. I saw that in their eyes, when push came to shove, there was that side.

I didn’t really see it with the Twins. Mikah never actually pulled a gun out on me, never gave me the sense of power or fear he commanded. He looked like a normal guy, who did normal guy things. And Minkah… I never actually saw Minkah do much of anything. She was always just what looked like doom scrolling on her phone.

To me, they were… different. But didn’t give off that vibe of danger.

And then I witnessed it first hand.

There was a day that Levi and I weren’t working. Levi was still at the Docks, but this was his day off. We were driving around when my phone rang. It was Mikah.

“Yo, I need you to pick me and Minkah up. We have to make a visit.”

“Uh… okay.”

That was it. I started to head where the Twins were and Levi got that look in his eye again.

“I don’t like this.”

“We’re just driving them someplace. We don’t know anything and we have plausible deniability. We know nothing.” I said, trying to alleviate the dread Levi was feeling. He persisted.

“It could be a trap.”

“Yeah, it could be. But they don’t know you are here. Maybe that will deter them.” I answered.

Levi tensed and reached into the glove compartment. I always had a gun in there.

Just in case.

Levi took it out and checked to ensure it was loaded, and then put it in his pants. He seemed to ease up.

We drove to the house and Mikah and Minkah were there, waiting. They were dressed normally. In fact, almost too normally. Non-descript clothes and everything. Neither seemed to either notice or care that Levi was in the passenger seat. They just got in the back.

“North 20th street, in Montebello.” Mikah said and sat back.

I put it in my phone and it was about a half hour drive, but it was fine.

The drive was dead silent. Nobody said a word. Mikah and Minkah both were on their phones the whole time. It was like nothing was out of the ordinary.

We pulled onto the street and Mikah finally looked up and pointed.

“That house. Pull up.”

I did just that. I sat and waited. There was this moment of just dead silence and tension. Like, was this it? They had ample time to either shoot us, but they didn’t. I paused.

“How long do you need us to wait?” I finally said.

“Ya’ll come in too.” Mikah said, getting out.

Levi and I looked at each other and then… we got out and followed the twins.

They didn’t knock. They just entered the house like the people inside were expecting them. And they clearly weren’t.

We walked in and the man and woman went pale and stopped in their tracks. They had two kids sitting at the dinner table and the whole house, which was kind of lively, went dead. Nothing was being said.

“Hector!” Mikah said in an almost jovial tone. “Compadre!”

Mikah sniffed the air.

“You frying fish? I love fish!”

Minkah of course said nothing and just followed Mikah who sat at the table like he was a guest. Minkah sat next to him. Levi and I stood up, there weren’t enough seats for us anyway, but neither for Hector and his wife.

“Jefe, I -”

“Nah, sit down, let’s eat. This is your house. Your rules.” Mikah was being overly friendly. Clearly trying to put Hector at ease.
It was not working.

Hector eventually found another seat and sat down. His wife brought over the fish and laid it on the table.

“You can sit too, Maria.” Mikah pointed at her and motioned for her to sit. She eventually found a chair and sat down.

“So how have you been?” Mikah said.

Hector was in no mood to talk, only shrugging and giving the universal “I don’t know” shrug.

“Your house looks good, nice family, good on you, amigo. Good on you. Now, I’m just here to straighten some shit out. Because, my partners have come to you, many times, and requested the money you owe me. And… they always come back empty-handed. And I’m thinking, oh, Hector must not want to pay. But then, I figure, maybe my partners are being slick and not giving me the money, even though you paid. So I just needed to see it for myself.”

Mikah leaned back in his chair and stretched.

“I see you got this going and… My partners, you know I checked them. I always checked them and make sure they weren’t shorting me. So… that just leaves you, Amigo.”

“Jefe, I just need time.”

Mikah laughed, like an incredulous laugh.

“Oh, time. You see, that’s what I thought. You just needed time. And I gave you time. So, now… the time is up.”

*BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG*

Without warning or even a clue, Mikah pulled a pistol out from his pants, and shot Hector, his wife, and two kids.

Mikah didn’t bat an eyelash, but Levi and I were now nervous. That shit came from out of nowhere. Mikah didn’t say a word, he simply put the gun back in his pocket, and rifled through Hector’s belongings and eventually found a few hundred dollars. Mikah sat down, lit up one of Hector’s cigars and smoked it.

But they weren’t even getting started. Minkah put her purse on the table, opened it and produced not only a jar, but a surgical scalpel.

She stood up and proceeded to remove the eyes of all four victims.

The oozing and gooey sounds were nauseating. Once she had them. She simply bumped Mikah and he motioned for us all to leave.

We got back in the car, and every now and again there would be a *Tink* sound as Minkah tapped the glass full of fucking eyeballs with her fingernail.

We dropped them off, and then… we went home. As soon as we were out of view. Both of us looked at each other.

“Holy shit. What the fuck are we in to?!” I screamed. “They just fucking ended those people and just acting like it was nothing and then she fucking.. .fuck!”


“I told you this was bad.” Levi said.

“Yeah… no shit. We need a vacation after that.”


I’ve been trying to tell you that the game is rigged.
The system is broken.

Those in power don’t care about who earns what, who does what, and who even bothers to try.

All they care about is feeling like they gave everyone something. Even if they don’t deserve it.

I have called this out from the day I set foot in this company. They thought I was just playing a role, and then it turned out, I wasn’t. I wanted and still want real change in this company, and they will fight tooth and nail to keep it the way it is. Hand feeding you chances to make you feel like you’re accomplishing something, when in reality, you’re only getting what they give you.

I mean, can any of you explain why Seleana is in this Ultimate X match?
Can any of you explain why Kat Jones is getting an Internet title match?

“Oh, we’re giving these people a chance!”

How many chances do people get around here after literal YEARS of failure? Doesn’t that make you mad?

Harper?
Bella?
Brittany?

Aren’t you a little annoyed that you’re here in this match and yet it doesn’t even matter if you win or lose? That others will just be put here with no rhyme or reason? Doesn’t that upset you?

Seleana does not deserve to be part of this match. I can’t even remember the last time Seleana earned a win. And yet, here she is, with the same opportunity the rest of us have. She might as well be handed a literal participation trophy. She does nothing, and she’s not even worth mentioning at this point. Seleana is a waste of space and not worth the time or effort to speak about. I’ve said the same thing over and over again and it’s like talking to a goddamn wall. I’m yelling into the void at this point.

But you’re okay with it?

Then again, You’re okay with everything, aren’t you, Harper? You’re okay with being mediocre. You’re okay with telling us the same shit each and every time we hear you speak. You’re okay with her partner turning on her and them just settling it with a fucking lawyer. You’re just ho-hum. Why should you look a gift horse in the mouth? Is this what you were taught, Harper? Just accept things and not actually do anything? Turn a blind eye, even when shit happens directly to you? You’re oblivious to the world, just so long as you get a handout every once in a while, huh?

You are just another perfect puppet.

You’re just happy to be here. Happy to have a job, and happy to get whatever crumbs you are fed. You have done zero with your career and this is another little crumb for you to perhaps strive to become better.

But, you won’t.

You know it, I know it, everyone knows it. You’re stuck here. Perpetually. You will never achieve anything greater than the Roulette title because you don’t have the hunger or drive to do any more than the absolute minimum. You look at it as a career accomplishment, instead of a stepping stone to something greater. There is no great villain for you to beat. hero. You’ve already beaten yourself.

I know that Brittany is okay with things. She may be the smartest of the bunch here. Because Brittany doesn’t give a shit about what happens between supercards. Brittany hasn’t done a thing since winning the Roulette title, but rest assured, as sure as there is a reason to actually do something, she will do it. This is the reward given, and then the cycle starts all over again.

Just like her mother.

I mean, this is pure genius. She has basically made Climax Control moot. What does it matter winning or losing on the show? The Williams/Hilton/Whatever the fuck have made this a family tradition. They are the real puppetmasters in this whole thing. I can admit when I make a mistake. I thought that Crystal was a soldier for the regime, but no, the family is truly in charge as they can do anything, or nothing, and get rewarded for it.

And there’s even a drop of nepotism in there. I mean, you can’t tell me, you don’t see this. You can’t tell me that all of you are okay with this.

You all can tell me, I’m just talking, I make these things up. I see things and make mountains out of molehills. How many times will I have to point this out before it finally clicks? I got rid of Brittany’s mother, and now, you want me to get rid of her daughter as well? Or just make it seem that way? Because as she’s proven, it doesn’t really matter. She’ll be back. The Williams family are like cockroaches, you kill one, and there’s 30 more. I’m not doing your dirty work.

But if anyone, anyone should have seen the light by now, it’s you Bella.

I want you to really think about this scenario for a second here.

You were placed in this match, weeks ago. And after this, you beat me, and you beat Mercedes Vargas, current number one contender. Has this done ANYTHING for you?

Like, literally anything? You beat two former Bombshell’s champions back to back and here you are vying for another title in a pool. Do you get it now, Bella? It means fucking nothing. Your wins were absolutely worthless, because they didn’t change your standings. It didn’t change anything about the match you were in, about what you accomplished, nothing. Kat Jones hasn’t done a single thing since returning other than beating Bea Barnhart, and that’s worth next to nothing, and is competing for the Internet title.

Open your fucking eyes, Bella.

They don’t care about you.

They basically expected you to lose to Mercedes Vargas. They didn’t think you were good enough, but even if you won, it doesn’t change anything. You should be in the main event, facing Victoria Lyons or at the very least, be in a triple threat match. But instead, you’re here, and you were going to be here regardless of what happened.

You know who listened to me and woke up? Victoria Lyons.

That’s why she’s there, and you’re here, Bella.

I’ve said from the start, the game is rigged, and there is incompetence all around.
So now, I am going to be punished.

Why am I here?

Because I failed. This is my punishment. I deserve to be here. I can accept that. I failed. Because I didn’t do enough. But I get it. This is what’s really going on here.

They want me to win.

So that I’m out of the way. I have a belt, I’ll keep quiet and stop pointing out every single mistake they make and how clueless they are.

I don’t want the Roulette title. I’m going to win it, and hand it back to them. I don’t want it, I never wanted it and I’m not falling for the dog and pony show.

I know what I want, and I will continue to speak it into existence until it is a reality.

Trust me.

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Climax Control Archives / Chapter 14: The Twins (Part 2/4)
« on: June 12, 2026, 11:55:28 PM »
Shut up.

Just... shut up and listen.



I told Levi about what was happening with the Twins and he looked liked he’d seen a ghost.

“You mean, Minkah and Mikah?” He said, almost stuttering.

“Yeah, I guess. I actually never caught their names.”

“If it’s them, we need to figure out a way to walk this back.” Levi said, the urgency in his voice was something I wasn’t used to.

“What’s the big deal?

“We don’t want to get mixed up with them. I’m serious.”

“Why? Why are you being vague? Don’t be vague.”

“They’re bad news. Mikah may sound like he’s the leader, but Minkah? The girl? She’s way, way worse. I’ve seen what happens to people. I heard about a guy who owed them some money. Minkah personally cut him into pieces and put him in a gift box. Left him on the side of the road. We need to just back out of this, we’re both going to get killed if we stay on.”

Levi had never shown any fear in any situation. He was calm and strong. He never flinched. We just fucking killed a dude together like it was nothing. But here he was, stressing out and on edge. He was pacing. Things he never did ever. What the hell was the big deal about the twins?

“Then… we need to go back together.” I said.

Levi nodded and that seemed to calm him down. He finally let it all wash over him and stopped pacing. But I could tell he was nervous. Maybe even scared.


The next day, we drove to Inglewood and the mansion. We walked in like it was nothing. Mikah was playing video games and Minkah was again on her phone. Levi was already sweating.

“Ya’ll good?” Mikah said, turning away from his game to notice us.

“Yeah, my boyfriend here thinks that… well.. Maybe we should re-consider.”

Mikah paused the game and got up. He marched towards us, looking us both up and down.

“If ya’ll walk outta here, fine. But don’t come back, ya’ll ain’t ever see us, ya’ll ain’t even talk to us. We don’t know you. I’mma just give you this pass, this once, because you helped my boys out.

“Good.” Levi said, before I stopped him.

“Stop. Let’s just talk. We helped you, you wanted to work with us, so let us know what you want, and then maybe we can figure this out.” I asked.

Mikah sighed and rubbed his nose.

“Follow me.”

Mikah walked us down a flight of stairs to an ordinary looking basement. Then, like out of a movie, he turned a light on the wall, and a door opened.

I have never seen so much cocaine in my life.

“You might move this for me, you might take some people out for me. I don’t give another offer like this. So, you either take this offer, or I can kill you both, right here and no, and ain’t nobody gonna find you.

I looked at Levi as Mikah pulled a pistol out of his pants, and two more men were aiming behind us. I looked at Levi, he looked at me, and we both knew what we had to do.

“You got yourself a deal…. Again.”



It’s embarrassing to be in this position.

But, this is what I get for failing.

No, I sure as hell don’t want to be stuck with the castoffs, misfits and limited losers in this stupid pool match. I am above this. And they are all getting a pretty good laugh at my expense. The facts are as follows:

Brittany Williams has been coasting on her mother’s reputation for years. I ended Crystal’s god damn career and the Williams/Hilton/whatever the fuck clan still won’t go away. They’re like roaches. You kill one and 300 others pop up in their place.

Harper Mason is a joke and isn’t even getting anything out of being betrayed by her partner. Harper has a fluke win of a title and hasn’t done anything of note in years.

Bella Madison is once again getting a demotion despite actually beating me. Do you get it now, Bella? Nothing you do will put you in the position to get to the top unless you make it happen. You should be above this match, as should I.

This is where I am at right now. This is what I have become.

What am I doing? Why? What went so wrong for me? Why is this happening to me? It was so simple before. It was fun, it was going to be perfect. And now it feels like I’m further away from the goal.

I hope you’re happy.

I hope you feel very pleased with yourself.

I want you to savor this feeling. I want you to really enjoy these moments.

Because when I get what I want. When I turn this place into the utopia that it should be, rather than the dull, drab lifeless entity it is now? I will be the one laughing. I will be laughing as loud as possible.

You have denied me this dream for a long time. You sent your minions and favorites and I helped spark the champion you have now. It should have happened sooner. You may have the advantage now, but you have better believe that I am going to be back. I will become the Bombshell’s champion again, and I will achieve my goal.

I don’t give a shit about the Roulette title. I don’t want it, but I will go ahead and win it, and then give it right back to you.

But that’s the future.

Now, I have to be in this embarrassing spot and wrestle… Crave.

I really don’t feel like I should be here. Her name is a goddamn acronym. Her dad must have been drugged out of his god damned mind to think that that was cool, or clever or funny. It’s stupid. Crave is stupid. And I’m going to crush her and her stupid name. What is there to even talk about at this point? She’s had one match, and she lost. And it wasn’t even particularly close. You have failed to give her the proper introduction and proper warning. Why would you do this to a promising young talent?

Oh wait, you keep thinking that Seleana and Crystal and Mercedes are your future.

And now you send her out there, to face me? You feed her to me? Am I joke to you?

 You want to keep playing games with me? Fine. You watch what I do to Crave, and you know what, it’s on your head. Anything I do out there to her? That’s your fault. You made me do this.

I am putting this all on your hands. The blood that gets spilled? That’s on you. That’s how it’s going to be. Let’s play the game then.
You will not like how I play it, and you will regret putting me in this position.

Trust me.

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Climax Control Archives / Chapter 14: The Twins (Part 1/4)
« on: May 29, 2026, 11:58:20 PM »
After dropping the two men off, I went on about my life for a few weeks.
The world slowly went back to normal.

Masks were still a thing but more and more, people just went back to doing things the way they used to. Stores opened up and people went back to living life.

I kept driving for Uber and the fares were always good. It helped Levi and I just settle down for a little bit. We were waiting for maybe Raphael to have something else for us to do, but we hadn’t heard anything. It was a long time after we first met that we did that job, so it was fine to wait.

Let any heat die down.

Come to think of it, Levi and I were pretty successful criminals at this point. We have done 8 home invasions, robbed and stole things, and had an actual body count. But at this point, we were as normal as people could be.

We lived in a house.
We worked in our yard.
We mowed the lawn.

Just… things people do. Normal people.

It was at this point, I got back into wrestling. I hadn’t watched since I was in High school and had a TV to watch regularly. It was at this point that Amber Ryan was SCW Bombshell’s champion. I realized my favorite was still going, and still doing all the things she wanted to do that I wished I could do. She talked and spoke about things that fascinated me. I was again hooked.

Flipping through channels I found Jason Cashe again too, still doing all the crazy shit I wanted to do, and that I was kind of doing, except he was getting paid and I would be in prison for.

My idols.

Now I was watching and learning from them, as well as my own experiences. I figured that should some circumstances come my way, I would attempt to do that. Wrestling just looked fun.

But it had to wait because being an Uber driver got me some amazing perks.

I was parked just waiting for fares when I got a text from my boss. It said that two men personally requested that I pick them up from Watts. “They asked for you, April.”

I hadn’t given much thought to the conversation I had with those two guys I saved after they burned down a store, but it came rushing back when the pickup location was listed as Grape street in Watts. Then it clicked.

I drove there and the same two guys were waiting. They opened the door and I recognized them, so there was no need for the usual formalities. They knew I was there for them, and I knew I was there for them.

“Boys.”

“Sup? Yo, where you been at?”

“Driving around. Getting by. You know how it is. Come on”

“They got in the back seat and I drove.”

“Where we going?”

“Inglewood. Our peoples wanna meet you.”

“Your boss?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.”

We drove to the spot in Inglewood. It wasn’t a house, it was a mansion. Like holy shit it was massive. Unlike Raphael, there wasn’t security and dudes with guns everywhere. No, this was just a luxurious house. Like… man it was huge. We got out and I was hesitant to follow, just a gut feeling at that point. One of the men saw me and turned back.

“You good?”

“You gonna shoot me now and take my car?”

“Nah, this is 100. No cap. We got you.”

I followed, still reluctant, and we went in.

The inside was even better than the outside. It was decorated with all kinds of fancy shit that I would never be able to afford.

I followed the two men through massive hallways and into a room that was guarded. There was a massive guy who had muscles bigger than my head. He frisked me despite the guys saying I was cool, and then opened the door.

“Yo, twins.”

I walked in and there were two people sitting on a fancy couch. Both had wild hairstyles with chunky brains and dreads. They were identical twins.

Minkah and Mikah Jackson.

Mikah turned and stood up walking towards me rubbing his hands together.

“You helped my boys here out, right?”

“I did.”

“Good looking out, I appreciate you.”

He offered his hand and we did that cool slap-up thing that I got on the first try, so I felt better about myself.

“Walk with me.”

“We walked to the couch, and I sat in a love seat near them. Mikah sat down next to Minkah. Minkah hadn’t moved or said anything. She wasn’t even looking at me. Her face was buried in her phone. I couldn’t help but look at her, waiting for something to happen.”

“Don’t worry about my sister. She doesn’t get down on the same stuff I do. She’s got her own thing, Model and all that.”

I sat in silence, Minkah didn’t even respond to her name being mentioned.

“Look, you helped my boys out, and I got the money I needed and nobody went to jail, because you were there. I like that. I appreciate that. So, I want to extend to you, one time deal, you know what I’m sayin’? You can come work for me, and I will take care of you like I do everybody else. Or, you can leave, and we’re square and we never met.”

“What kind of work?” Was my only question.

“Odd jobs.” He said with a chuckle.

“I got some work before like that. For another guy, paid me a lot.”

We were both being incredibly vague, and that suited the both of us just fine. Minkah blew a bubble from her gum, but that’s the most she did the entire conversation.

“I like that you have work experience. But by the time you do one job for me, you will have more money than you ever had in your life. That is what we do. We give people the money the achieve their goals. You got goals, right?”

“Still trying to figure that out.”

“But you work with me, and then, you’ll have all the time in the world to figure it out. I can tell you don’t mind getting your hands dirty, but I try not to have anybody get dirty if they don’t have to.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” I asked.

Mikah laughed.

“I like that. I like that. But, unlike a lot of “gangs” or whatever around here, we move in silence, we do things efficiently  and professionally. If nobody knows, then nobody can mess it up. I wanna show my appreciation for your efforts and let you get some of the benefits if you know what I mean.”

“I do. But… I have a boyfriend.”

“Nah, not like that. I’m talking about this money.”

At the sound of me mentioning a boyfriend, Minkah actually looked up at me. Glanced really. For like a half a second, and then back to her phone.

“In that case… can I bring him on board too?”

“I don’t know him. He’s cool?”

“We work together. On… odd jobs.”

Mikah nodded, understanding what I meant.

“Yeah. cool then. Bring him on.”

This was going to go against Raphael. I didn’t know how he would react to that.

“My other employer said he’d have some work for me as well. Is that a problem?”

“Depends on who he is.”

“A man named Raphael. I don’t know his last name.”

Mikah pondered this for a moment, but shrugged.

“How long ago was the last job?”

“About a month ago.”

“We can keep a flexible schedule.”

Well shit. Let’s go.
…

“When do we start?”


Bella, I told you how the ladder match would end.
And it played out that way.

Now, I didn’t need a bunch of interference on my behalf, and all the nonsense that comes with Cassie Wolfe and all her problems.

But I was damn sure able to take advantage of them.

That’s the difference between me and you. I will gladly use any and every advantage to my benefit. Even ones by mistake. You tried but you failed. I succeeded. That’s also a difference between us, isn’t it.

I can hear it now. You were only the champion for X number of days, and nobody cares and you didn’t change anything! You’re full of shit! You’ve done nothing.

I have climbed the mountain you haven’t Bella.
I did it before you.

Every time you get even close to the summit, you slip, and fall down. And then you have a crisis and need to take time away to re-think things. You keep confusing real change with just trying from a different angle.

You wanted to be hardcore, you wanted to be nice, you wanted to be anything, but you.

People can call me two-faced and a liar and gas-lighter. But hey, I can admit it.

I’ve lied, and threatened and freaked out and screamed and yelled and manipulated everyone to get where I need to go. The end will always justify the means.

You only succeed in gaslighting yourself into thinking just trying a little harder will get you somewhere. It hasn’t worked yet. I told you my gameplan, I told you exactly what would happen and I made it happen. And now what? Now where do you go, Bella?

I do this, because I have a vision. A vision and a destiny. One I haven’t been able to completely make a reality just yet, but I know what I have to do. You’re still struggling with consistency. Once you have a goal, then you must stop at nothing to get it. You must take every advantage or path given to you, and obviously, the shortest path is the best.

It is my goal and destiny to be the SCW Bombshell’s champion again. And re-shape this company and make it better for people like you. People who need a little help getting started. I’m going to even the playing field for people like you. And yet, you oppose me. You think I’m some sort of devil or a bad person.

Okay, I am a bad person. But that shouldn’t stop you from seeing what I see.

A world where you, Bella Madison can actually climb the ladder and achieve something great. You can do that. An SCW that isn’t having people like Crystal, or Mikah, or anybody else old continuing to hog the spotlight. A chance for you to step out of your mother’s shadow and actually find out who you are.

That’s the world that can be. It’s a lot better than where you are now.
Spinning your wheels and hoping against hope that you find something consistent to hang on to until you ultimately lose and have to go back to the drawing board.

Is that what you want, Bella? Is that the type of career you wish to have?

I realize I could have made all this happen two weeks ago and I failed.
I did, I won’t lie or complain about it.

It happened and I will learn from it, and be back yet again.
And most likely before you even get started Bella.

Because this week it’s us. In the ring, yet again. And when you lose, yet again, just understand that there is a plan to make you better. You just have to…

Trust me.

I'll show you the way.

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Climax Control Archives / Chapter 13: Stuck In The Middle With You
« on: May 15, 2026, 11:59:30 PM »
We took the money back to Raphael. It wasn’t all the money, but it didn’t matter. The idea that sprung in my head while we were walking away from Matt’s safehouse was that this cycle was going to continue.

Raphael told us to keep the money.
I felt like this was a test.

 Because at the end of the day, what was to stop Raphael from hiring someone else to get the money from us? The cycle would repeat itself. Rather than take that chance, it was burned in my mind to give that money back.

“He said we could keep it. He said it was payment for doing the job. Keep whatever you find, remember?” Levi reminded me as we drove back.

“I know, but what makes you think that the whole thing wasn’t a test?” I said. “I don’t trust it. He clearly does coke or something. You remember how when we first met him he was twitching and shit? It’s gonna be one day that he’s gonna be out of his mind and asking where that money is and then we’d be next. Let’s just take it back.”

“What if he just says I told you to keep it?”

“If he says we can keep it again, then fine. But let’s not push this right now.”

We waited and spent the night back at our motel room. But all that did was create more time to overthink the situation.
Our situation.

Levi obviously wanted to keep the money.

“I still say we should keep it. We have a little amount of money to our names right now. We can move into a house or an apartment or at the very least, stop using a fucking motel that we’re paying 25 bucks a night for. I’m just saying that this could be the leg up we need.”

“Again, babe, I’m not saying you aren’t right. I don’t want to stay in this motel either. I’d love to actually have a house or even an apartment. I’ve never even had one. But this? This could be life and death right now.”

“He told us to keep it. That’s the point, babe. Why go against what he wants, and what we want and need?”

“I just want to be sure. That’s all.”

“You want to take that chance? We could just leave. Leave L.A. Go buy some farm somewhere or something.” He said.

“You want to take that chance? I replied. “Let’s face it, Levi, we’re not going to ever “settle down.” You and me? We’re going to be on the run forever. Because that’s where we have the most fun. That’s where we are most free.”

Levi thought for a second and he sat down beside me and wrapped his arms around me.

“I just… I want to give you the things that I think you deserve.” He said, leaning into me.

“Levi, you already have. Besides, I’m just as shitty as any other person. We’re all shitty, but we wear it better than most.”

“We don’t hide it.” He said, realizing what I meant.

He laid his head and mine, as we looked out at the moon from a motel window.

It wasn’t ideal, there were no stars, and the world kept going like it didn’t care what we were looking at.

Just the way we liked it.

The next day, we drove to Rapahel’s. The usual procedure followed. We were frisked and the briefcase was opened and looked at. We told them we want to give the money back. The men looked at us like we were crazy, but there were a couple of them that seemed to think this was a good idea.

We were escorted in, and Levi was all smiles.

“Ah, my friends. A job well done last night. I take it you already enjoyed yourselves with the money?”

“Well, we thought about it and - “ Levi started.

“We wanted to give it back.” I finished, and then put the briefcase on the table. Opening it to display the money.

Raphael looked at the money and then Levi and I. His smile disappeared for a second, and it turned into a laugh. It wasn’t a jovial laugh, it was one of almost incredulity.

“Really?” Was all he said.

“Yes.” I answered.

“Why would you give me the money I told you to keep, back?” He asked, seemingly genuinely curious.

“Because it’s your money.” I answered again. “We wanted to return it to its rightful owner.”

Raphael studied it for a second, and then looked us both up and down.

“You are loyal. I like that.” He finally said.

He slid the briefcase back towards us.

“You keep it. I insist. No worries, no problems.” He said with a used car salesman's smile. A wave of relief seemingly washed over Levi’s face. I took the briefcase back and held it in my hand.

“You did a wonderful job and now, I know I can trust you. When the time comes, I will have other work for you. If you are interested.”

“We’ll be in touch then.” I said.

“Good. Thank you again, my friends.”

We took our leave and we were escorted back out and to our car.

We got in, and took a breath. It wasn’t fun to be in that room, with a man who has that much power. At any moment, perhaps he would have had us killed. But I want to think that us at least attempting to give back the money showed that we weren’t going to take the money and run. Maybe that was a mistake, I didn’t know.

We left, and the money was ours. We went to the bank and opened a joint account. That 120,000 went right in. Levi had his own account for the Docks, I had mine from Uber. This one was the… unsavory account. Money went got from… doing odd jobs as it were. At least that’s the way I looked at it.

Levi decided to spend some money on booze. The stress of all these situations we were getting into, finally caused him to have to relieve it in some other way rather than sex. I’m not saying crime made me horny, but you know, the thrill was a lot, but we were in a lot of tough spots and sometimes you need something else.

But right when we were about to spend the money and really enjoy ourselves…

The world stopped.

The coronavirus hit the states and everybody stopped doing things. Nobody wanted an uber anymore. For what seemed like forever, everyone was inside. Everyone just cooped up and stayed. We were in the motel, but soon, we had to leave. Travel wasn’t happening. People weren’t going to work or started working from home.

So now, we were on the road. Again.

For a few nights, we had to sleep in the car. We didn’t have a spot, and so, we had to execute Levi’s plan.

We bought a house in Belmont Heights.

Due to Covid-19, we actually made out on the sale, only having a 2.6% interest rate. Which is obnoxiously good. Like, if I could go back, I would absolutely keep that house at that rate.

It was close to the port so Levi could get to work. We didn’t have much to move in, so this was the start that Levi was really hoping for. We of course used fake names. Levi knew a guy at the docks who could easily get fake ID’s and we opened the joint account with the same fake names.

It was far less complicated when you know people who can do some crazy things on the internet. Everything we had to do to buy a house, we did, and nobody wanted to go through all that shit during covid. We didn’t even really have a face to face. Just some phone conversations and zoom meetings. But hey, as far as they knew, they were selling a house to Brad and April Brown.

We bought furniture, we bought TV’s and it took a little while, but the house became our own.

We celebrated.
A lot.

And the best part is there wasn’t a house warming party, and we didn’t have to interact with our neighbors. And the neighborhood was pleasant. Like, a few years earlier, Levi and I would have picked this place clean with home invasions.

“You wanna get married?” Levi asked out of the blue.

“Like… right now?”

“No, like… at some point? Do you want to get married?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Oh. okay.”

“Why?”

“I just figured, you know, we’re probably stuck with each other for life now. The bank thinks we’re married.”

“They do. One day, we’ll have to make it official. Unless we die first.

“You think it’s gonna end like that?”

“We’re awful people Levi. That’s always how it ends for us.”



Levi was still making an honest living at the docks, and I continued to drive for uber, though work was scarce for me. It took about 4-5 months before things were semi back to normal and people were walking around in masks, or not in masks. I was used to that whole mask thing anyway, so it never bothered me.

I picked up fares every now and again and it worked out.
Until it REALLY worked out.

I saw a fare near downtown LA and was destined for Inglewood. I looked at my phone and headed there, until I saw a building on fire and two what looked like men in masks, looking lost and confused. They had huge bags and were flagging me down, waving pistols.

Clearly, they wanted my car.

I stopped and opened the door.

“Get in!” I yelled.

The two men hesitated for a moment, and then threw their bags in and got in the back. I drove off.

“Yo, who the fuck are you?” One of them shouted, putting the gun to my neck. I had to be calm, but I was nervous and banking on getting them out of the situation would benefit me.

“I’m saving your asses, so if you don’t mind, let me drive.”

The man took the pistol back from my neck.

“I’m your uber, so just tell me where you need to go.” I said, pointing at the phone and the uber app open. The men played along.

“Watts.”

“Cool.”

I drove and one of the men pulled out a phone and began talking to someone.

“Yo, we got the money and burned the fucking place down…. Uh,... some bitch… my bad. My bad. This girl picked us up and is bringing us back… yeah… yeah..”

He stopped and held the phone out.

“He wanna talk to you.”

“Put it on speaker.” I said. “I can’t drive and talk, we might get stopped.”

He pushed the button.

“Who’s this?” I asked.

The voice on the other end was calm, flat, and matter-of-fact.

“Appreciate you helping my boys out.”

“Just another person trying to get by.” I said.

I drove the rest of the way, then men got out grabbed. The bags.

“Good looking out.”

I nodded and began to back up.

“Yo, can we ask for you on Uber?”


“If you need me, just let me know. Ask for April.” 

I drove off and that was the beginning of a most fortuitous relationship.


It looks like the roles are reversed, don’t they?

Here I was, making fun of Victoria Lyons for calling herself a queen not too long ago, and now, I have the silly crown. Because of this very win. Winning Queen for a Day was the goal, and the goal was a means to an end. To get back the title that was taken from me, and then establish the order. This is simply the fastest method.

You can be mad at me for doing that Victoria, but you knew it was coming. I said it plenty of times. I have a destiny, I have a goal to achieve and that means I have to get to the top by any means possible. It’s not my fault we went different directions on this. I’m here to accomplish things as quickly as I can. I don’t lie about that.

What else would you think I was going to do? Did you think I was just going to book some nonsense match for myself? Hey, I’ll get a free one over Bea Barnhart or something? No. I’m doing the most logical thing a person can do when given the chance. It’s not rocket science. You don’t have to like it, you just have to stop me.

But before all that, you should be thanking me.

Because if not for me, you may not even be The Bombshell’s champion right now.

You would have been stuck in a triple threat match against Vargas and Crystal and you most likely would have lost. I eliminated Crystal and cleared the path for you to prove you belong holding that title. Now, you did only beat old lady Mercedes so I can’t give you too much credit, but the fact is, you did it and won.

Now, all this is, is the payment you owe me for doing so.

I didn’t get a thank you, I didn’t get an acknowledgement, I was ignored. I pointed out so many things wrong with the system, and you just agreed because you saw them too. And then, I acted on them to change it. What did you do? You benefitted and gave me nothing in return. That’s not cool Victoria.

So, yes, why wouldn’t I use this opportunity to take the title from you? I feel like that more than makes up for what you have failed to acknowledge.

We both held the crown, Victoria, the only difference is, you decided to be dumb and not use it for it’s purpose. What kind of idiot would not reward themselves? You can think you did something noble and whatever, but the fact is, you just let the whole “Queen” thing go to your head and it just meant you are more interested in a crown than actually doing something great.

But this is where you are now. You are the Bombshell’s champion, and you know what that means? You’re a target. Old lady Mercedes attacked you, I’m cashing in. Do you understand that the attacks are coming from everywhere? Do you understand the burden you have on yourself right now?

The old saying is “Heavy is the head that wears the crown.” Because the responsibility of being at the top is vast. You will have only enemies right now. Everyone coming for what you have. Do you have a plan for dealing with that? Do you have anything mapped out?

No, you’re just happy being champion. You climbed the mountain and won the title. It’s surreal for you. Because you didn’t expect it to happen.

I have planned for this and even if old lady Mercedes had won, I had a plan for her as well. The crown’s power would have been used the exact same way. You in particular don’t matter when it comes to the match itself. It would have been me vs the champion regardless.

But, I will say this. In many ways, I’m glad that it’s you.

I spent basically a year trying to rid this company of stars and legends of yesteryear to usher in a new era. You were part of that new era. And thanks to my work, you got that shot. And you are a champion.

No one can take that away from you. It won’t matter that your reign in a little over two weeks, it will stand in the record books for eternity. From now until forever, you will be known as Bombshell’s champion.

I just need the physical belt because that’s my destiny.

I am inevitable, Victoria. I have a purpose to make this company better and I need the fucking belt to do that.

I was so close to starting last time and then people got in the way., That was my learning experience. I learned about the burden of holding that championship and how quickly everyone will come after you, how they will send person after person after you. They will do anything and everything to make you understand you are replaceable.

I’m probably being the most honest with you right now when I say, cashing in the crown for the belt is the most upfront anyone is going to be with you.

I said I was going to, and I am. Simple and straightforward.

You are clearly not ready to hold that much power and burden on your shoulders.

In reality, I’m doing you a favor.

Because once I am the champion again, and I lead this company, your spot isn’t going to be lost. You aren’t going to be cast aside right away. You’ll be right at the spot you earned. The spot I envisioned for you. You, a main event level player. That’s where you’ll stay. It’s others I need to establish the pecking order.

I tried it once and it stopped. But the order is going to be perfect. This company will be a utopia, because the playing field will be level. It will be free for everyone and anyone to achieve their goals. That’s what I was going for the entire time and people just seem to think I’m the bad guy for wanting it.

I just need you to understand that this is bigger than you, Victoria. This is what I need. This is about me. You do not understand the pressure that is going on right now. But I will show you and the rest of the Bombshell’s. I’m going to lead by example. Everyone will get their chance. Everyone will get their fair shake.

No more has-beens and favortism. No more hand picking opponents, no more random title matches. That’s what I’m going to put an end to. I just need the title to do it.

I’m sure you understand. You owe me that much.

But if you don’t. If you wish to make this difficult and want to resist what it ultimately going to be better for you in the long run, be my guest. I will be happy to show you the error of your ways and I will put you down right in the middle of the ring when I take back the championship.

It is going to be better this way.

Trust me.

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Supercard Archives / Re: CASSIE WOLFE vs FRANKIE HOLLIDAY vs BELLA MADISON - QUEEN FOR A DAY LADDER
« on: May 01, 2026, 11:52:20 PM »
Tick Tock.

The waiting is the hardest part.

But in the end, it'll all be worth it.

Trust me.


Levi and I spent a couple more days waiting. The green Camaro didn’t come back. Was this a test? Was this a game to them?

“Do you think they’re going to come back?” I asked Levi, who sat rubbing his face.

“I don’t know. They said they’d be in touch. But, maybe they're just getting things in place.”

“Or it could be a trap, and they’re going to kill us.” I said, half sarcastic and half serious.

“If they were going to do that, they would have done it by now. They knew where we were.” Levi answered.

That at least made sense. Why leave us alive if your plan was to kill us? Why even offer the job? The waiting was difficult but it had to be worth it.

3 days after the offer, a large panel van arrived in place of the Camaro. Two large men in sunglasses got out. They marched right to our door and knocked. I opened it.

“Get your shit, let’s go.”  One of them commanded.

“Be there in a minute.” I said closing the door.

Levi and I debated about bringing our guns, and we both tucked them in our pants. Obviously, if they were going to shoot us, we weren’t going to match firepower. They had sub machine guns and shotguns. Probably assault rifles if it came down to it. Raphael’s place was a virtual fortress against attacks. But we might take a few down with us if it came to it.

We got in the back of the van and drove to Raphel’s place. We were ushered out and brought inside. Raphael was smoking a cigar and thumbing through one of those little pocket notebooks. He was marking off things with a pencil. He looked up at us and then back down at his notebook.

“I’m glad you could make it.”

“Didn’t -”  I started to say something, but Levi hit me in the stomach with the back of his hand.

“Yeah, we’re more than happy to help.” Levi answered.

“Good. Very good. I just need to find it… Ah, here it is.”

Raphael held out the notebook and it had a name. Matthew Cordell. And an address.

“This man is currently in hiding because he owes me money. But, we located him. This is where he is. Go there and get the money he owes me.”

“Why us?” I asked.

“ I figured that since Malachai sent you to me, he knows you are good people for a job like this. It’s simple.”

“How much does he owe you?” Levi asked.

“Two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars.” Raphael said matter-of-factly.

“That’s a lot. What do we do if he doesn’t pay?” I questioned.

“Make him.” Raphael said coldly. “If necessary, kill him.” He added. “He will have stashed the money close to him.”

Levi and I looked at one another for a moment, letting the instructions given simmer and soak in.

“You got it.” Levi said bluntly.

“Wait…”  I said, stopping everything for a moment.

“What are we looking at? Any guards? Security?”

“It’s an old house in the middle of nowhere. He’s no aware we know where he is, so he should be alone. Can you not handle security?”

“Just needed to know. You should get a computer for this.” I replied.

“Computers leave traces. Data can be recovered. Sometimes the only ways are the best.”

“Fair point.”

“Now, you do this for me, You can keep the money. I just want this prick to know that you don’t take from me and then not pay me back. That’s stealing and it really goes against Mr. Cordell’s beliefs.”

There was silence and then Raphael pulled out a phone and placed it on the desk.

“Call me when you have the money, or any updates.”

I took the phone and we were escorted back out and back to the hotel. I googled the address and sure enough, it was an old house in the middle of nowhere. It was surrounded by forest and woods. You wouldn’t know it was there unless you were looking for it.

“You really want to do this?” Levi asked, checking the magazine on his gun.

“Do you want to keep working at the docks? I mean, as fun as driving for Uber has been, this sets us up for the future.”

“You know the guy isn’t going to pay.”

“Probably not. But hey, maybe he’s got the money and he’s just got cold feet.”

“I doubt it.”

“I was just playing devil’s advocate. Being in hiding is a dead giveaway he doesn’t have the money.”

Levi and I were back to our roots. This was just like before when we were robbing people. It felt like old times.

We parked almost a mile away. No doubt that if Matt saw our car he would run or do something crazy. We didn’t know if he was armed, but chances are, he was and a firefight was not the best approach. We staked out the house for 2 days. No one came in, no one left, no deliveries, no mail, nothing. No security cameras in sight.

We got eyes inside and he was there.

“Got your stuff?” Levi said.

“Got it.” I answered.

Once it was night, we approached, silently. Surprise was on our side. From outside, we heard running water. Matthew was taking a shower. This was the moment. I picked the lock and we were inside. We went to different rooms on either side of the bathroom. I managed to pick the bedroom. I hid behind the door as the water was shut off. Matthew exited and went into the bedroom. I hid behind the door as he came in and Matt came in and scanned the room for a second, and decided the coast was clear.

I put my pistol to the back of his head.

“Raphael says you owe him money.”  I whispered, the hammer cocked back. He heard it. He dropped his towel and put his hands up.

“NO. PLEASE!”  He shouted.

Levi stepped into the room as Matthew saw him out of the corner of his eye.

“Let’s not make this any more difficult. Give us the money, and you can leave with your life.” Levi said.

“I… I will get the money! I swear! Please!”

“Get dressed.” I said. “I don’t need to see your naked ass.”

Matthews was pissing himself trying to put on his clothes as we both watched. He grabbed a phone and held it up.

“Please! Let me get the money. I’ll have it wired. Sent. Anything!”

You either give us the money, or… you die. Simple choice.“ Levi replied.

“Please! Let me try!”

“Clock’s ticking.” Levi said, waving the gun at Matt.

“You try and dial 911 and we’re going to end this even faster.” I threatened.

Matt dialed a long sequence of numbers. He waited.

No response.

He tried again.

No response.

A third time.

Still nothing.

“Alright, that was three chances. I think your time is up.” Levi said. “Now, give us the money.”

Matt slowly and shakily moved and went under the bed and pulled out a briefcase and opened it. He was in tears.

“That's all I have.”

I looked in the briefcase and from even a glance, it wasn’t close to 250k.

“How much is there?” I asked.

“A hundred and twenty thousand.” Matt blubbered.

“Okay.”

I pulled out the phone Raphael gave us and dialed. After one ring it was answered.

“Do you have the money? The voice on the other line said.

“It’s not all of it. What do you want us to do?”

“It’s all or nothing.” The voice replied and hung up.

I put the phone back in my pocket and sighed.

“Well, bad news Matt. They said it’s either all of it, or nothing. So… looks like you’re shit outta luck.”

“NO! PLEASE! PLEASE” He begged.

“You already tried to dial. I don’t think you have any options left. Well, maybe one.”

“What?”

“The bible on the nightstand there. You a religious man?”

“Y… YEAH. YES. YES I AM.”

“Well, your last option is divine intervention. So, I’ll give you 30 minutes. If God doesn’t show up and save you in those 30 minutes… Then I’m sorry.”

“WAIT! LET ME TRY AND DAIL AGAIN! PLEASE!”

30. Minutes.

29:59
29:58
29:57

For the first few minutes, all Matt did was cry. He begged and pleaded and whimpered and sobbed. Like a baby. Levi stood and waited while I sat in a chair. I began scrolling on my phone to pass the time.

The waiting was the hardest part.

Matt pulled his phone out and dialed again and again, never being able to talk to anyone.

After about 10 minutes, he began to accept what was about to happen.

“Why do you do it?” He asked, tears drying and now a look of defiance on his face.

“Because we get paid.” Levi said.

There was silence for the majority of the time. Matt was pacing, but not trying to run. Where was he going to go? I kept looking at my phone and Levi started pacing and stretching to stop his legs from locking up.

20 minutes had passed. Matt got down on his knees and began praying.

“Do you want to get Chinese after this?” I asked Levi to break up the monotony. “I’m in the mood for Chinese.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

With only 5 minutes left. Matt again began to cry. Silently. He pulled out his phone and was scrolling through pictures. His family and friends. Tears rolled down his face as his last thoughts were certainly of them. He savored his memories waiting for the end.

Levi looked at his watch, checking the time.

It had been 30 minutes.

“Well, I guess that’s it.”

Matt got down on his knees and said one last prayer. We let him finish.

*BANG BANG*

I took the suitcase and called the number again.

“He never got the money, we only have 120.”

“And Mr. Cordell?”

“Prayers weren’t answered.”

“Very well.”

And just like that, the phone clicked and we walked out. Hiking the near mile away and back to the call before leaving.

“Chinese?” Levi asked.

“Chinese.” I said.

We drove off and the job was completed.

Just like old times.


There isn’t anything more to really say to you, Cassie.

You have not done anything impressive nor said anything of note. You clearly don’t give two fucks about this.

Actually, I take that back. There is one thing that is impressive about you.

Your delusional amount of confidence.

For someone who has zero accomplishments outside of somehow going through a wrestling school, you speak as if you have achieved greatness, that you’ve arrived in wrestling with zero to actually back up the claim.

You speak with such confidence about winning, like it’s a foregone conclusion and you have tons of experience and accolades to justify it.

It’s mind boggling how someone who has done so little can speak like they’ve done so much.

I wish there was more to say about you, but honestly, I don’t even know what a “Cassie Wolfe” even is.

Who are you? What are you?

You haven’t even established that. You haven’t told anyone who you are or what you stand for, and you apparently stand for nothing because you just turn on people for no good reason. Which, again, while humorous, wasn’t even done correctly. You seriously need to look in the mirror and find out what you’re about. Because right now, it sure as shit isn’t success, or victory, or even competence. You just exist. You’re just… here. At least with Bella, or Crystal, or literally anyone else, I know what their goals are, their dreams. What they are going for. With you? It could be fucking anything, and yet, it’s nothing. A big fucking pile of nothing.

You are a blank canvas and your brain just says “I’ll fill in the rest later” but never does.

You will never get anywhere being generic. And that’s what you are.

It’s what you will always be until you actually decide what you want to be.

To you, Queen for a day, is another thing you can win and then shrug and go “I did that” and it will mean nothing the week after. Zero. You can’t even tell me what you would do with it. You’re going to win and do what? Give yourself some kind of championship match that you will lose? Another opportunity wasted? The entire world has seen that from you for your entire career. You fail over and over again.

It’s a trinket, a skin on the wall of blank. It will not help define who you are.

I don’t even think you know at this point.

Consider this a life lesson, Cassie Wolfe.

When you lose, and you will lose. Take a good long look in the mirror. Look at yourself and tell us what you actually see. Because as many times as the rest of us have tried to tell you there’s nothing there, I want you to understand it for yourself. And when you actually do that, and when you actually decide to become somebody instead of pretending… then maybe you can actually become something.

Until then, you will be nothing but a failure.

You’re not going to win, you won’t climb this ladder, you're not going to be queen.

Get those thoughts from your head and concentrate on becoming whatever the fuck Cassie Wolfe is supposed to be first. When you know who you are, then you actually have a starting point.

I learned who I was a long time ago. I made the choices, and I live with them. I understand life and what it’s about. I know exactly who and what I am, and I will do whatever it takes to climb to the top and I know you haven’t developed the backbone yet to stop me.

That’s the difference, Cassie.

You don’t have what it takes to beat me, you never have, and you never will.

This will be your final lesson before I change things. I will force it into your thick fucking skull and then, when I bring stability to this division, when I re-shape it, then maybe you’ll actually understand what I’m doing, and then maybe, you’ll take my advice and figure out who the hell you are.

Until then, shut the fuck up and get out of my way. Otherwise I will move you.

Trust me.

–

Bella.

I am pleading with you. Fucking begging you to give me something.

I had such high hopes for you and yet, you continue to disappoint.
It is the story of both your career, and our relationship.

We beat each other up, Bella. Did that mean nothing to you? You gave me what I wanted and it was glorious and now you’re sitting there ho-hum about this? I don’t need to be that dangerous? I don’t need to try and survive?

Listen, whatever failure that took you from the chaos and brought this back? Get fucking rid of it. Like, yesterday. You absolutely need that chaos because without it, you’re pathetic. I almost feel sorry for you at this point. Like, why the fuck would you make this change when it was actually something worth paying attention to?

This version of Bella is weak. Soft. Sad.

I don’t want this. No, take it back! What the fuck am I looking at, Bella? Come on, give me the chaos. Give me the wild and unpredictable. I need that shit. You had it once and you fucking throw it away? Why? It was getting you somewhere! They’re still talking about it!

They’re not talking about this Bella.
This Bella sucks.
This Bella is lame.

I don’t need that, you don’t need that. You have only a day or so to find that other Bella. Time is running out. I don’t want to have to do this to you, but, you know, I will, and I will do it with a smile on my face… but I don’t really want to do this.

You need to get off your ass and bring me the goddamn violence Bella. Otherwise, I’m going to step over your broken body and your crushed spirit and I will make you question whether or not you still “Love this.”

That’s what you said, right? You do this because you love it, and you came back because you missed it.

How much do you actually love this Bella? Love it enough to watch me pass you by, again and climb to the top, again and take a championship for a second time that you’ve worked so hard to even get a chance at? Do you love it enough to fail yet again and go into another mid-life crisis as like 25 or whatever? How much love do you have for this?

Because I can tell you, it doesn’t love you back.

You need to understand that it will take and take and take from you and give you nothing in return if you don’t take it for yourself. You had that chance to take it for yourself and you have had those chances and you didn’t take them. I tried to compliment you and said that you should be better than this.

But you know, maybe I was wrong.

I’ve been wrong before and I’ll be wrong again in the future, but this felt like something I could hang my hat on, but at the end of the day, time and time again, I have been wrong about you. You have let me down over and over. You’ve let your fans, your friends, and your family down.

So, at this point, I’m afraid I'll have to remove myself from the Bella Madison fan club. I just can’t go on, getting my heart broken over and over again by your failures and total apathy towards it.

I expected you to make this worth my while Bella. But, I see now that, I just can’t hold on to that feeling anymore. I have to let you go. It’s time we go our separate ways.

I thought we had something, but I don’t even know who you are anymore, and it’s dragging me down.

Because I have goals and plans that were in motion for a long time. I intend to change this company for the better, and maybe, after you see my vision come to reality and you understand your purpose, you can finally become what everyone else expected you to be long ago. I just can’t waste my time on you anymore.

I would say I’m letting down gently… but we both know it’s better this way. I can’t let you down gently.

I will kick you off the ladder and watch you tumble to the wreckage with Cassie.

I have a crown to win.

It’s for the best.

Trust me.

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Supercard Archives / Re: CASSIE WOLFE vs FRANKIE HOLLIDAY vs BELLA MADISON - QUEEN FOR A DAY LADDER
« on: April 25, 2026, 11:58:22 PM »
I saved you.

I saved this company.

Crystal Whoever is now gone and you have me to thank for it.

I saved the main event and I am ushering in a new era. Next is to win Queen for a Day, show these incompetent owners and general managers and agents and office stooges how to actually make this work.

I will expect a thank you from each and every one of you in the coming weeks.

Change is finally coming.

You're. Fucking. Welcome.


I hadn’t decided on what to do for work.

Levi had his work at the docks for the Port Authority.

I was sitting in the hotel room most days doing nothing. It was boring. I found myself on most days taking walks just to get out of there and get some fresh air. I would job hunt but, nothing was ever appealing to me. We had money, from the money I snuck into my backpack when Eddie left me. And about 15 thousands dollars from what Levi and I had taken from people, and the drugs we sold.

On the weekends, when Levi didn’t work, we would just drive around, trying to do stuff normal people did.

I have to admit, being normal sucked.

I felt like I was wearing a mask or pretending to be something I wasn’t. But then again, that was Los Angeles. That was Hollywood. Just play the part.

Though from the hotel we did see some fun stuff.

Just outside I literally saw a homeless man start pooping on the sidewalk in Santa Monica only to stop half way through and jump into a guys car to steal it because he jumped out of his car to stop another homeless man from stealing another guy's back. The pooping homeless man put the car into reverse, whipped it into a building about 4 feet from a guy in a wheelchair and then drove off into the sunset.

I also saw two people getting in a tiny fender bender then just leaving their cars and viciously going at each other with their fists on Walgrove Blvd.

I also narrowly escaped a robbery as I left one of those little corner stores and then some dude barged past me as I left and pulled out a gun and started robbing the place.

I am no hero.

Maybe the best one was seeing a dude obviously on all the drugs, on the hood of a cop car, punching the window with his bare fists. The cop got out and the dude just jumped into the seat. The dude messed with the sirens all while the cop was screaming at him to get out of the car and threatening to shoot him.

The city was wild.

That was the best part about living here. There was always some crazy shit happening at the best possible times. I needed to get in on this action, that’s what I thought to myself most days. I didn’t want the boring 9-5. I wasn’t the type of be working in an office, or a restaurant or anything like that. I wanted to be in on the action, not stuck looking at it.

“Why don’t you drive for Uber or something?” Levi finally asked one day as I was looking at my laptop with the same frustration I’d had for weeks.

“Uh, because we only have one car.” I said, shaking my head at him as if it was stupid he suggested it.

“You could just get one.” He said, shrugging. “People sell them all the time.”

I mean, he had a point. I could just buy some car from somebody and just drive it. It wasn’t a big deal.

“Well, let me look.”

I went on facebook marketplace and all that jazz to try and find some person who I could buy a car from.

A 2013 Nissan Sentra was perfect. Guy only wanted like 3 grand for it. It was a fifth of the money, but I didn’t care. I had to bank on the future.

And so, soon enough, through some filling out of silly paper work. I was an Uber driver.

I quickly realized it was really awful. People reeking of booze climbing in the back of my car and trying to make small talk with me. Or sketchy ass people who stared the whole time I was trying to drive. Or getting hit on by a combination of them both.

But it was lucrative. I made quite a bit of money picking up as many fares as I could and driving people around to all over the place. Helped me get a layout of where people lived, hearing them give up information just by listening to them complain about their lives, their significant others and anything I could use.

You have to keep your ears open.

Then I decided I’d have fun with people. Just fuck with them, just because. Like, speaking with a phony accent so they assumed I was foreign and some would rant and rave about how I must have been “illegal” and stuff.

You have to learn to amuse yourself somehow.

I picked up this one fare with a guy named Dennis. He was kind of drunk and telling me that he was hooking up with a tinder date.

“Got her number and everything. She invited me to come smoke at her house. Gonna be fucking amazing.”

“Yeah, right on, dude.”

I looked down at the address and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but in the back of my head I wondered about the street. I felt like I had driven there before maybe, but I couldn’t quite place it.

It looked like a normal neighborhood and stuff but when I pulled up to the house, the lights were all off.

“Damn bro, looks like she went to bed.”

“I gotta figure this out. Thanks for the ride.”

He paid, got out and was walking towards the house. I could see his phone light up every few seconds as I prepared to drive away.

Then I remembered.

I remembered the address and the street from checking the news for all the fun wild shit and reading that some guy was lured there and kidnapped and murdered. It was probably going to happen to that guy.

But… I have fares.

I am no hero.

I kept driving for a few weeks and Levi was making money at the docks. Things were going pretty smoothly, but still, I missed the danger and everything. I missed being a criminal.

“Is this what you imagined?” Levi asked one night.

“No. Not really. I don’t know what I expected.” I answered with a shrug. I had no expectations. I was living life by the seat of my pants, to be honest. “I just think this is where we are now.”

“Beats living on Skid Row.”

“I dunno, Skid Row I didn’t have to keep re-renting a room.”

“It’s a living, maybe we can get an apartment or something soon.” Levi smirked.

“That’s a big step.”

“We’ve killed people and buried them together. I think moving in is kinda minor at this point.”

“Fair.”


I looked out the window of the hotel room and for a few days before this, I had noticed the same green Camaro in the hotel lot. It was always running and always had someone in it. There weren’t a hotel guest, not even close. A couple of times before hand, I had come outside and the Camaro would start to leave.

“Our friend is back.”

“The Camaro?”

“Yup.”

“Maybe we should go out there.” Levi suggested.

“Could be a trap or something.”

“Well, let’s get trapped together.” Levi said with a shrug, flashing the pistol tucked behind his back.

“Fine. Fine.” I said, putting my own pistol in my jacket.

We marched outside and confronted the Camaro before they could leave. The driver rolled down the window.

“I’ve been looking for you.” He said, his voice gruff.

“Oh yeah? Well, you found us.” Levi said confidently.

“Raphael has a job for you.” The man answered.

“Oh? Tell him we’re interested.”

“Good. We’ll be in touch.”

The driver rolled up the window and just drove off.

The wait was finally over.

Now it was back to getting into more trouble.

Just the way I liked it.



I have so many questions.

Mostly, to Cassie Wolfe.

I just… I’m failing to see what the point of this whole thing was. I feel like I missed something or if this is just what kids are doing these days. I say this as a 25 year old woman. What the fuck was that?

Let me see if I can piece this together. Bear with me here.

You come into SCW with Harper Mason and you two are young justice, a cheap imitation of Team Hero. You accomplish next to nothing. Harper actually wins something but loses it almost immediately. You continue to flounder and then, you decide, the hell with it and… attack Harper.

Have I got that right so far? Okay. Good.

Now, this next part? This next part is where you just lost me. You lost the plot, Cassie. You turn on Harper. Which, good for you.
But also, in the grand scheme of things… who gives a shit?

When one failure turns on another failure, why should I or anyone else care?

But, you do that, you turn on her. Then you… let her come right back and get revenge? What’s the point of turning on someone if you’re not going to take them out. You finish the job! You can’t hit somebody once and wipe your hands like you did something. Are you new to this? Have you never stabbed anyone in the back before? If you’re going to stab someone in the back, you ensure they don’t come back literally the next time out. You take them out. You ensure that they do not disrupt your plans.

You did nothing of the sort. Like, how bad are you at literally everything?

And then you’re going to settle whatever the petty squabble is with some legal nonsense. Jesus Christ. You have to fully commit to the damn thing, Cassie! You can’t half-ass it! All this has been is a minor… I don’t know, the display of bad Kabuki theatre. You’re gesturing and posturing, but doing absolutely nothing.

You have done nothing.

You are a failure, and if Team Hero wasn’t outwardly disappointed before, they have all the reason to tell you now. At first, it was clearly complete shame that they allowed you to call yourself a wrestler that they approve of. And then you can’t do anything to improve yourself and they have to keep holding your hand and telling you you’re doing great when you’re not.

Now at least they can be outwardly disappointed that you did what you did.

But they’ve been ashamed of you for a long time.

You’re a pretender. You’ve always been a pretender. Even this latest skit doesn’t make me nervous or even the slightest bit worried. You have told me everything I need to know with your actions. You do a half-assed job and expect people to take you seriously. Hell, even if you smashed Harper’s head and caved in her skull, It wouldn’t be blowing my skirt up. It would be the start of something.

But no, you ended it before it even began because you didn’t go far enough.

I will show you just how far you have to go. I lit bitches on fire. I smashed people’s faces. I have run hall of farmers, legends and champions out of this fucking company by obliterating them in the ring. You hit your little friend and started hanging out with another friend or mentor or whatever the fuck Krystal Wolfe is supposed to be to you and you act like you’ve done something.

And you think what amounts to a temper tantrum means I, or anyone else is supposed to take you seriously?
You think this makes you fit to be Queen?

You know what it says to me? As a professional backstabber and gaslighter?

You don’t have the stomach to be queen or even a champion.

You can’t make the hard decisions and stand by it. You couldn’t pull the trigger and put Harper down for more than a couple of days. You cannot finish the job. And you think you’re going to walk into Into the Void and just… win? Are you fucking crazy? You really think you have a shot? The only possible way that you could actually win this match is if both Bella and I drop dead before it.

This is going to go like everything else you’ve done in your pathetic career.

It will end with you losing. You should be used to this by now. You are as complacent as Seleana or Bea.

If you actually have a fuck about success, you would have destroyed Harper completely, and you would be reveling in it. You would have the chair with her blood stained on it as a trophy. You would have done it, and done it with a smile on your face. You wouldn’t need to sit here and try and convince anyone that you “didn’t need the fans” or whatever the fuck excuse you threw out there. Because at the end of the day, it will not matter.

You will lose. That’s how it ends. You, and Bella will be looking up at me, as a snatch the fucking crown and put it on my head. You will be laying amongst the blood, viscera, and wreckage I create. Because whenever I want to Cassie, I can crush you under my boot like a fucking bug.

You may be thinking back to our previous match, but I was merciful the last time I faced you Cassie. You were supposed to be the last of that random breed. And I gave you the match of your career and you have wasted it. Now, I don’t need to be merciful. I can hurt you in so many ways as I have already done. Just accept your fate. Accept the beating and loss.

Then you can probably make up with Harper so that you can suck what little star power she has out of her again. It’ll be better for you.

Trust me.

–

I also have questions for Bella Madison.

How did you get here, Bella?

I know how I got here. I fell from the summit of the mountain and had to claw my way back up.

You haven’t gotten that far, so I’ll tell you the view is nice.

I don’t really blame you for being in this spot Bella. I blame your mother for trying to steal your spotlight, I blame the incompetent management for not seeing you for the contender you are and sticking you in middling bullshit to distract you. You shouldn’t be in this spot, Bella.

But then again, every chance they have given you, you’ve failed.

You should be a perennial contender for the Bombshell’s championship, Bella. You should be one of the most feared competitors on this roster. It would actually go with the mask you put on yourself. You want to portray violence.

Unpredictability.
Destruction.
Chaos.

But you still have the heart that bleeds for your opponents.
Except one.

I heard you speak about Crystal. You hated Crystal. That’s what made me think it was for real. So much vile built up. And that was impressive. That was real. You wanted so bad to just end Crystal forever. I believed that shit. Got me feeling all tingly inside.

But then you didn’t.

So I went ahead and did it for you.

I’ll take my thank you any time you’re ready.

Anyway, then… the anger and the rage… it just disappeared. What happened? You speak to so many others with this gentleness and civility? You don’t want to hurt anyone, do you Bella? Not really. You want to act like you do, but you don’t really want to.

And that’s how I knew it was fake. All pretend.

This whole nonsense about you coming back for you and just because you love this? I don’t buy that either. I surmise the real reason is that you want to be seen in the same light as your mother. A legend, a hall of famer, rather than an underachiever who has gotten so many chances and never closed the deal. You wanted to separate yourself from that, which is why you went through the whole violence thing. But now, you can be violent, but you don’t want to be violent, unless you have to.

Do you want violence or not, Bella? Do you want chaos or not? You can’t have it both ways! You want to stand on violence, then everyone should get the same violence. Everyone should get the same brutality. You cannot discriminate! Pick a side! Don’t half-ass this like you do everything else. Be violent, or don’t be violent. You can’t be half pregnant on this.

Is all of that gone, Bella? Well, I hope not. At least for your sake, Bella. I hope you left some of that inside you.

Because I need that, Bella, more importantly, you need it.

I need you to bring the violence you were so fond of. Because if you do not bring that violence, if you persist with holding it back, you will assuredly fail.

Again.

I didn’t bother much with you before because I actually had hope for you. You screamed about no rules, nothing but violence and chaos. And you won. I was hopeful that then, you’d take the next step. I was hopeful when you beat Crystal, I was hopeful when you got to the finals when I was champion. A little flicker helped. You even beat me before.

Now granted, Bea was also in the match, but let’s just understand that it’s basically the same thing with Cassie replacing Bea.

Basically a lateral move.

But it was there. And just like that, it has faded away.

And now, you just want to come into this ho-hum? You want to just go out there and give it your best because you love this? Maybe, maybe this is just the idea that you guys want me to win so that I actually do what I’ve been trying to do for nearly a year. That’s the only logical thing that makes sense.

Unless you’re gaslighting me into thinking this way.

In which case… good for you.

I want the violence Bella. I’m asking you directly for it. Because with it, you actually have a little better than a fighting chance.

But if you come into this match just wanting to win because you feel like you deserve it, or because you want it very badly, or some such bullshit? I will guarantee you it will not be even close to enough.

You and Cassie are both just pretending at this point.

I am the genuine article.

I do not need to try and be something I’m not like you. I’m hateful, I’m spiteful, I gaslight, I lie, I deceive, I’m not a good person. Nor do I try to be. I’m well aware of my shortcomings, and I don’t want sympathy or remorse. I don’t have to pretend to be violent or dangerous.

You know I am.

You’ve seen me do things that aren’t for the faint of heart. Things that you would have second thoughts about. Things you would think twice about doing.

This is why you and Casse cannot be Queen.

You are too soft for this responsibility. They say “heavy is the head that wears the crown” and I understand its responsibilities because I’ve been at the top. Before you ever sniffed it, I might add. I understand the weight that comes with the crown, the title, and being at the top. You do not, and if you come into Japan for the love of the game… instead of trying to hurt me and stop at nothing to get to the top… you will never reach the top.

I will be there at the top, waiting and I will Mufasa you and leave you and Cassie without one second of hesitation. You know I will stop at nothing to get where I need to go, step on whomever, disrespect whomever. I will hurt you to get what I want.

Because the thing I want?

Is for the greater good.

Trust me.

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Climax Control Archives / Chapter 12: California Dreamin' (Part 2/4)
« on: April 17, 2026, 11:55:26 PM »
Did you expect me to not be in Queen for A Day?

Did you expect me to keep my mouth shut when stupid shit happens that robs the people I'm trying to lead to the promise land?

I want to make this place better. And it appears that no matter what is done, the management, the brass will find a way to put whomever they want, in the spot they want, regardless of how deserving, qualified or skilled they actually are.

They will just revert to their favorites when push comes to shove.

Well, I'm about to just take matters into my own hands.

I don't blame Crystal.

I blame the people who put her in this spot.

Well, no... I blame her too.

It's ALWAYS been all about who you know, isn't it?

In time, I will change that.

Trust me.


We really didn’t know how long we would have to wait. That was an issue and I didn’t know if Levi ever worked anywhere before. I hadn’t worked for about a year and a half at this point. I just left Burger King when Eddie and I left Wisconsin, and then I worked as a stripper for all of six months.

It’s kind of hard to put giant gaps in your resume, and then try to explain that, I was riding around the country, stealing, robbing, doing breaking and entering, drug dealing, and eventually killed a cop. I think they look down on that.

But then again, I didn’t really need to put that in there anyway. I could have explained anything really. Who reads resumes anymore? What’s the point? It’s all done by AI. Human eyes will only read your resume if it beats the scan. And the only way that really happens is if you actually cheat the system.

One of the lessons I learned from Mal was to actually copy some of the information for the job you wanted into your resume and then change the text color to white. That way when the AI looks for keywords, it’ll pop your resume.

Now the only real question was, what the hell kind of jobs were we going to do?

“I ain’t trying to be no pencil pusher, and I ain’t trying to serve fat people food.” Levi said, staring out the window of the hotel we were in.

“That shit’s for the birds.” He added, stretching out his back.

“Well, I’ll see what I can do.” I said, looking through the job search sites.

I remember when there were like 20 different job sites and they all had different jobs. It was great. Because the only saying always was “It’s about what you can do, not who you know.”

Nowadays, the only job site worth a shit is LinkedIn, a job site literally based on who you know. And hell, we didn’t know anybody. By the time we were finished with our jobs, you barely had time to get to know anyone, nor did you want to. Knowing the people you rob is just weird. Or at least it would be, right?

Well, maybe not. That shit happens all the time and it’s someone who you trust that fucks you over and then acts like they’re upset about it.

There wasn’t a lot to actually work with. Employers on the internet want to have people who have super high qualifications. And that’s the shit they actually check. I probably went a little overboard with a GED to be honest. I got it and I carried it with me, but I had no resume to speak of. A burger flipper and a stripper. Not exactly qualified for much.

“What about retail?”  I asked, looking up from the laptop.

“Working at Wal-Mart?” He turned, questioning me.

“Doesn’t have to be Wal-Mart, but yes.”

“No.”  He answered.

Not that Wal-Mart would be on LinkedIn or anything, but the choices were few and far between. The searches happened every day that we had, waiting for that, or Rapahel to call back with a job. And neither seemed likely to strike anything.

“Don’t they have those job fairs anymore?”

“Job fairs are a waste of time, Levi.”

They always have been. At least in my experience. Job Fairs, Job Expos, no matter what you call them all ask you to do the same thing. Walk around, shake hands and network, and then when you feel like you make a connection, they hand you a piece of paper and say “Go apply online!” Like, you could easily look up all the information online instead of that. So it’s just designed to waste your time.

But we had to do something.

We drove an hour to Los Angeles, and looked around. There just wasn’t much to really go on and nothing that really sparked our interest.

Until we were at the pier.

Walking along the tourist attraction was one thing, but then Levi thought about getting a job at the docks.

“You really wanna work there?” I asked.

“Look at it this way, I’m working, and things that come in, well hell, they go missing all the time, right? Then we’ve got some items we can move and make some money on the side.”

I was really unsure of this plan, especially, because Levi would be working alone and I wouldn’t be there. We were a team and losing the team to try solo ops wasn’t, in my mind anyway, the best idea. Because if Levi got caught, then he’s be in jail and then the whole operation was fucked.

“There’s a lot of variables I don’t like, Levi.”

“I look like I can work there, and it’ll be… semi-honest. Look, we can’t wait around for Raphael to call us forever. We have like $30K between the two of us. It won’t last forever. We need something like this.”

“How do you propose you get a job at the docks?”

“Let’s go down and ask.”

I mean, we had to start somewhere.

We took the drive down to the docks and sure enough, there was a “now hiring” sign. Levi was a pretty smooth talker so, once he got the foreman’s ear and spoke to him, he had it in the bag. He and the foreman were laughing and joking and shooting the shit like old buddies in no time. I smiled to myself, knowing how useful it is.

Levi walked out like an hour later and was smiling ear to ear.

“I start on Monday!” He hugged me as he said it.

“How the hell did that happen?”

“Turns out, I know his nephew.”


Levi didn’t need a resume, he didn’t need references. It’s all about who you know.

The lessons we learn. Right?

But, it was something. And I needed to find something for myself. I wasn’t interested in retail, services or anything like that. The truth was I didn’t know what the hell I wanted to do. I was having the most fun robbing people. But now going back to being legit? That sounded awful.

This is the American dream, isn’t it?


Well now what?

I have to ask this question because now? Now it’s just become ridiculous. We’ve veered so far off track that nobody knows what the hell is going on anymore. Why are we doing this?

What’s the point, Crystal?

Why do you want to wrestle me? Why do you feel the need to be mad at me? I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true. I simply pointed out the obvious and it makes you look bad.

How is this different from… any other situation you find yourself in? There’s literally dozens if not hundreds of examples of you being a shitty person, and being called out for it.

Actually, actually, I do tell a lie here and there. This is different.

The difference is… the difference is that this isn’t even your fault, Crystal.

You see, it’s like I told the Captain, you’re a pawn. You get moved around the board and plugged in wherever they need you. You have no control. And now, you’re stuck in this shit situation by no fault of your own. They panicked when the Captain went down and they pivoted to you. They did so out of reflex.

And that’s where they fucked up. Because unlike most other people, I voiced my opinion, and I called them on the carpet. And then others did so as well. How do you lose a match, throwing away your rematch or championship clause or some such nonsense. And then get rewarded with a title match out of nowhere? They gave you that match with the Captain and you know you don’t deserve it.

And then… the match gets canceled because everyone finally opens their eyes and points out the obvious issue with that match: You. And what happens? Christian Underwood blames Gwendolyn and takes zero responsibility. So he hired a puppet to be the fall guy for his asinine decisions. It’s either that, or he hired an incompetent idiot who isn’t fit to do her job.

And what happens next?

The Captain goes down. And instead of having the proposed triple threat match turned into a singles match with a minor adjustment… You are then placed in the match. Like, at this point they have to be doing it on purpose.

And here you are, stuck in the middle.

And you’re mad at me? And you want to fight me?

Why?

What good does it do you, Crystal? What is there for you to gain? What do you want? Respect? You threw that away a long time ago. Dignity? That’s long since left you. You choose to throw those things away. You chose to gleefully accept the spotlight and take it over and over. You have the match already. You can become a 7 time champion. Winning or losing this match does nothing for you. You have literally zero to gain. And nothing to lose for that matter.  All you have is a chance to lose for 2 weeks in a row and then… just getting a championship match anyway.

Do you think it’s going to shut me up?

Bitch, I have been talking shit to every single woman on this roster for a god damn year. I will continue to disrespect you and everyone who crosses my path. That’s what I do. And you’re a fucking easy target anyway. You should be walking on pins and needles every goddamn time you even think about running your mouth. I have verbally cut you to shreds and that will continue no matter what.


Do you think it’s going to hurt me?
First, I’m already in Queen for A Day.
Second,not as much as you hurt others.

You already stole a match from me, running your re-run bullshit that everyone has already seen and now… Oh yeah, you are a happy couple again. But you don’t fucking care about that. I’m just waiting for the next time that you leave Seleana, and her family, and go and pal around with someone else and then try and pull it back together when you need some extra motivation for a championship match.

So really does this boil down to, you just don’t like what I said? You think I’m just a hater? You sat there and ran all the re-run nonsense and I said nothing.

And to be honest, this shit wasn’t even about you in particular. You’re irrelevant in the conversation.

The part of Crystal Whoever could have been anybody. If they stuck Bea Barnhart in that spot, I would have called it out. If they stuck Bella, Alexandra, the list is literally everyone not named Mercedes, and Victoria Lyons. Even if they stuck ME in the fucking triple threat match, I would have been confused.
 
But I know like everyone else, you think this is about you. You stick your nose in everyone’s business anyway. You constantly pick sides and troll from the sidelines. You want to be the center of attention and now, you are. Just like you wanted.

I would much rather prefer it if you just said nothing and like… I dunno, owned it and said “fuck yeah I’m getting at title match!”

But that’s the whole point here, you cannot say that now. You have no wiggle room for the spot you are in, and you’re not even at fault.

They pivoted to you too fast, and now management is pointing the finger at each other.

If anything, you should be mad at them. Not me.

But, since you wish to lash out at me, you will pay the penalty for it.

This is going to be one of the worst decisions you’ve made in your entire life, and that’s saying a lot.

I’m going to continue the job that I started last year. You wanted the spotlight so bad then, and now, you will have it shut off, and I’m going to be the next person who makes piece after piece fall off. This is the beginning of your end. You chose this, not me. You ran your mouth and requested this match with me. Stupid ass reasons aside, you made this mistake, and it’s one you’re going to regret. 

Your misplaced anger at me just mirrors the masters you serve. They want you to be angry at me. They want you to try and take me down. They’ve already tried to kill me 3 times already and have failed, and once I am done with you, I will walk into Into The Void and I will win Queen for A Day. There’s nothing that’s going to stop that. Not you, not them, not anybody.

And then I will show all of them, and all of you that I will make this place better by being in charge. We will no longer have to suffer from you getting countless rematches and title matches and all this other happy horseshit because I’m going to help break the chains that are holding this company back. And that includes you.

You can be mad at management, you can be upset at the position they put you in, and you would be justified.

But trying to call me out? That one is all on you. You deserve this beatdown that I’m giving you.

You’d just better hope you don’t actually pull a win out of your ass at Into The Void. Because that would put you back in my crosshairs. And if that happens, I will pull the trigger and put the final bullet through your career.

Trust me.

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Climax Control Archives / Chapter 12: California Dreamin' (Part 1/4)
« on: April 03, 2026, 11:55:08 PM »
The Captain escaped.

So now we start over.

That's fine. I've had to do that plenty of times.

And I will be back at the top in no time.

Queen for A Day will turn into Queen of the revolution.

Trust me.

We headed back to California.

This time with a destination in mind. The drive always feels shorter when you’re coming back to a place rather than leaving it. Have you ever noticed that? It’s weird, right? It’s not just me?

“You uh… you okay?” Levi asked me as I looked out the window mindlessly. He broke me from a spaced out haze.

“Hmm?”

“I said are you okay?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Babe, you know you killed a guy, right?”

“Yeah.” I said, shrugging only slightly “He was going to arrest us, or worse, kill both of us. I didn’t have much of a choice.”

“Alright. Just making sure.” He answered, continuing to drive.

That was the end of the conversation and really anything else on the matter.

I didn’t know what I felt at the moment that it happened. Adrenaline filled my body, and I knew I needed to do something. Fight or flight instincts kicked in. That was all. I didn’t really feel anything about killing that cop. I wanted to be done with it and now it was done. I’m sure he was probably a nice guy, and he had a wife and some kids and I took that all away from them.

Was it so different from me? I had a family. But they seemingly wanted nothing to do with me. They pretty much killed me off, didn’t they? I feel like I owed the world one for that. I knew what I did and I had resigned to that fact fairly quickly. I processed it all and at the end… I moved on.

We arrived in Laguna beach and there was the house. Surrounded by a gate, which was taller than most people. You would have to be pretty athletic to even try and jump in or out of the property. We parked outside and waited.

“Mal said beep the horn three times.” I reminded Levi.

Apparently, Raphael was also very suspicious of people. We had to hope he didn’t have the same type of illness as Mal.

Levi beeped the horn and the gate slowly opened and a man in a suit walked up to the car.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?”

“We’re here to see Raphael. My uncle Mal sent me.”

The guy was clearly a guard. Talking into his earpiece. Like shit out of a movie.

“Pull in.”

We followed the instructions and pulled in. Once we got out, 5 more guards walked out, guns in hand.

“Just follow the guards.”

We were surrounded and marched in. It was like we were either meeting the President or about to die. Maybe both.

We were ushered into a room with a tiny man, smiling as he looked like he was dusting or cleaning the place.

“Ah, guests.” He said with a smile, standing and leaning against a desk.

“Frisk them.”

We were patted down, pretty thoroughly. We both had guns and they were taken away.

“Armed guests.” He said with an arch of his eyebrow.

“So, were you here to kill me?”

“No. My uncle Mal said…”

Raphael held up a hand to silence Levi.

“Malachai told you to find me? Why?”

Levi looked at me and I finally stammered out.

“Work.”

Raphael rubbed his face, and chuckled, almost laughing out loud at us.

“Malachai is a fool. But he must know something that you can do or you did do. Otherwise he would not have said you here. Or, he sent you to kill me.”

“It would be pretty dumb to send us to kill you when he told us how to meet you.” I said with a shrug.

“Oh, it would be.” Raphael said.

“But, I know Malachai will. He would not send you in unprepared. So, you want work? Let me see what I need done.”

Raphael walked behind his desk, sat down and started combing through things. Then he threw his hands up.

“Looks like I don’t need anything done right now. But, if you stay close, maybe I’ll have something later. For now, leave. Go find something to do. It’s Los Angeles. There’s always something to do.

“But…” Levi said before I cut him off.

“We’ve done a lot here already.”

“Really?”

“Those 8 robberies and home invasions a few months back? That was us.”

“Ah. Good to know. Don’t steal anything on your way out. Good day.”

“We killed a cop in Arizona.”

Raphael’s eyes looked up from his desk. He pulled out a cigar and lit it.

“Impressive. Again, if I need you, I will find you. Good. Day.”

I wasn’t about to argue and I eyed Levi and he got the message. We were escorted out and they gave us our guns back surprisingly. We got in the car and left.

“Well, that was a fucking bust.” Levi said, slapping the wheel in frustration.

“I think your uncle may have believed Raphael was his friend, but… I don’t think so. But he did tell us to wait. So… maybe there’s something. We’re okay for now but we might just have to give it some time.”

“Why did you tell him all that stuff?”

“I was trying to keep us alive, Levi!”

“But now he could report us to the cops.”

“Did you see that place?

“Yeah.”

“He’s not going to report us.”


Levi sat for a moment and realized what I was getting at.

“He’s doing something illegal. Drugs? Weapons. Something like that.”

“Nobody who lives in a house like that with guards works at fucking Target.”

“Well….What do we do in the meantime?”

“Well… We’re gonna have to work while we wait.”

“... Fuck.”


I haven’t had to say a word on SCW television, but people are beginning to understand what I’m trying to change.

You all saw it first hand. You saw how despite losing a Japanese Death match… Crystal was set to receive a random, unearned championship match. And don’t give me the bullshit about “Crystal’s a former champion!” Those days should end. How can we usher in the next generation, how can we give people a chance, if we just keep going back to old, safe choices?

This company is living in the past.

And finally, people are starting to grow restless. They see what I see.

And then you have Christian Underwood hilariously blaming the GM he hired for booking the match.
“Don’t blame me, I just run this place! It’s not my fault, it’s the person that I hired! It’s their fault.”

He is either incompetent or hired an incompetent GM.

Or, they are just doing what you tell them. Because this is a pure Christian Underwood move.

Be safe.
Go with what you know.

Because neither he or Gwendolyn can justify this. No one can. Because it’s fucking stupid.

I am not a fan of old lady Mercedes Vargas, but holy shit she should probably be charging a fee. And for that matter, so did Victoria Lyons. You can’t put them in a contender’s match, and then give Crystal a fucking title shot. It’s a minor miracle that a public revolt basically cancelled the match.

This is what needs to happen. This is what I’ve been saying to all the other bombshells, for basically a year. You cannot rely on Christian Underwood to remember to give you things, even if you earn them. You have to take that shit, and call him out on his bullshit. Stand up, and fight for yourself. That’s how change is going to happen.

This has been my goal since day one. Change. To even out this playing field. To ensure that we stop handing out random championship matches to undeserving relics. I am desperately trying to move this company to a better place. And again, it has slipped through my fingers.

The Captain, as I said… escaped. She won because I made a mistake. Funny how this has happened twice and she has won, and when I didn’t make a mistake, I beat her. But hey, it happened, it’s in the past. Just stating the facts of the matter. I am at the bottom. I don’t ask for nor do I deserve special treatment. I had my chance, and I lost. That’s okay. I will fight my way back up and hopefully this time, it won’t be a cakewalk like it has been the past two times.

I am at the bottom, and that means I have to face Bea Barnhart.

Although I guess I’m not truly at the bottom because this is Queen for A Day qualifying match.

I know they think they’re throwing me a bone and I should be grateful, but at this point, this doesn’t have the pizzazz it once had. I mean, Queen for A Day means you decide some matches and if you’re smart, you give yourself a championship match. But then again, who knows how many people, and probably people who didn’t even qualify for the ladder match, will just jump ahead of you and get a random title match anyway?!

But you know what this really is? Another chance to give you all a small preview of what could be, and what should be.

But we’ll get to that in due time.

First, I have to take care of Bea.

Listen, Bea… I know that you always go out there and talk a lot of trash and some of it is funny. But when push comes to shove, you have never, and I mean ever managed to back it up. You consistently run your mouth, and then nothing comes of it. I will commend you for continuing to talk trash to everyone despite this, but that’s about when anything worthwhile ends with you.

You are a little tiny barking dog, Bea. You yap-yap-yap-yap all the time and it means nothing. The threats are empty and hollow. You are the bottom of the barrel. I would be sad and empathize with you, but at the same time, it’s been this way for a long time. You have made no effort to improve yourself. I would normally want something more for you, but this is the place you’ve become accustomed to. You’re comfortable here.

So, this is where I will leave you.

This isn’t fun for me, Bea. This isn’t something I want to relish in the grand scheme of things. I take no pleasure in having to pummel you to get where I need to go. You don’t belong in this match, but then again, neither did Seleana, and she got it, so it is what it is. You’re here, you’re my opponent, and I will be taking you down and moving on. And then that will be it. The only time I will see you again, is if they decide to send me down yet again, to see you to fight my way back up.

I’ve done so 3 times already and now, I will do it again, and you’re just a speed bump on my road. You stand no chance, and you know you stand no chance. This is what you do.

I have bigger goals. I have bigger dreams. And I was right there at the top just a few short months ago. I never really had an idea for you then, because why would I uproot you from this spot? You haven’t done anything besides be around. You shouldn’t be rewarded for this. Part of me wants to, but at the same time, why would I bother.

I almost hate to say it, but there’s no reason to change you for the better. That really starts with wanting to change yourself. And you have never taken the initiative to do so. You’re wasting my time and everyone else’s time even thinking you’re going to move up in the world.

You are a lost cause.

After this is all over, and we are in the new era as we should be, with me leading the way, you can rest assured that your role isn’t going to change. No, it’ll be exactly the same. You will forever be the stepping stone for other people to start with. The measuring stick of mediocrity. That’s the role you were born for.

I will use you as everyone else does and I will leave you to wallow in your own complacency.

The only thing I ask of you is that you don’t try and make this more than what it is. Don’t get those thoughts in your head of moving up and finally pulling off something worth talking about when it comes to you. I don’t want to have to hurt you more than I already am. I don’t want to have to beat you mercilessly because you thought you really had a chance.


So, don’t bother with those things. It’s only going to get you hurt.

Trust me.

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Supercard Archives / Chapter 11: Every Little Bit Helps (Part 2/2)
« on: March 06, 2026, 11:50:38 PM »
Sometimes, you have to make mistakes. That’s how you learn. That’s how you grow. You live and you learn from making mistakes.

I realize now the mistakes I made the first time around. I didn’t really put my foot down. I didn’t really step on the neck. I didn’t double tap. And that cost me.

So this time around, there will be no mistakes.

I have worked hard in under a year and stand on the verge of becoming the Bombshell’s champion again, and this time making it stick. I’m not going to make the same mistake again. I’ve learned.

I’ve had to do that my whole life.

And so, I will put an end to the Captain, and bring about the change I’ve wanted, and this company has needed.

And at the end of the day. Sometimes the journey will lead you back to where you started. To make things right.


“Fuck. That’s a lot of blood.”

I felt indifferent. This was my first time.

“Okay, okay… what do we need?”

But like a true leader, Levi was right there to think clearly despite our situation.

“Okay, listen, go to Drug store, or Wal-Mart, or… any place that’s open. Get a couple pairs of gardening gloves, some washcloths or towels, some bleach, & weed killer ”

“Weed killer?” I was confused.

“Well let’s not walk around with a shopping cart full of evidence we killed somebody.”

“Right. Right. I’m sorry.”

“Just go. I’ll take care of this.”

..

We had sold about half the bag of coke. We only had a few buyers, but we were trying to get rid of this and make some money. I think Levi had some experience in dealing drugs, because we moved around quite a bit in the downtown area. Never in the same spot twice.

It didn’t make a lot of sense to me at first. If you have buyers, why move around and potentially lose them? It just baffled me. But then I remembered, we’re not selling ice cream, we’re selling drugs. You don’t want to be in one place for any longer than you need to be.

But the second time, the suspicious man who bought from us before. The one I thought was a cop, turned up again. At first I was so suspicious of him, but he didn’t do anything. I was able to dismiss the whole cop thing, until the second time. The second time, he was way too friendly. Like he and Levi were old friends who knew each other for 15 years or something.

All my antennas were up. Something was off.

He bought again, but it was too friendly, and he casually mentioned he had a friend who also sold “this shit” and asked if we knew him or worked with him. Now this was way too friendly. He was clearly trying to get either myself or Levi to mention the drug by name, or see if we were working for someone. There was no way that guy was just a dude who bought coke.

He bought and he left. We had only a couple of baggies left. We sat in the car and I finally voiced my suspicions to Levi.

“I don’t like that guy. I don’t trust that guy.”

Levi smirked and looked at me before he kissed me.

“I don’t either.”

“You think he’s a cop?” I asked.

“Probably.”

“Me too.”

Another week went by, we were in a different spot, and sure enough, he found us. Now all of a sudden, we were best friends. He was smiling and laughing. He wanted the last two baggies. We would have been happy to just give them to him at this point, but there was something wrong. It never felt right.

We started to put it together. He always walked up. Never drove up. Always walked away into a store or around a corner where we couldn’t see him. We never saw his car the first two times. Always the same. And this time. He pulled up in a car. I didn’t like it. I had seen enough cop shows to know that, this was strange when someone just changes how they do things like that. People are creatures of habit.

Clearly this time, he wanted to be seen by someone else, buying this stuff.

I began to scan everywhere for someone else who was watching this. A person, a vehicle. Somebody somewhere was keeping close tabs on him. I didn’t like it.

“Hey, I’m cold. Can we go?” I asked. Loud enough for both Levi and the guy to hear me.

Levi knew what that meant. He smiled, and put his hands up.

“You heard the lady, maybe some other time.”

“What do you mean?”  The guy was clearly agitated. “Hey, come on now!”

Levi closed the trunk, I got in the passenger seat, and we drove away. Slowly.

The man was clearly annoyed, but didn’t do anything out of the ordinary. Until he pulled out his phone and was clearly calling someone, or pretending to. We turned off the road onto the dirt. We were out of sight and we both got out, and Levi took out his binoculars and watched.

Sure enough, a red chevy pulled up after a few minutes and he got in.

“Looks like we were right.” I said, proud of myself.

“Yeah.”

“So what now?”

“Looks like we have to find a different clientele.”

Lucky for us, Phoenix had a lot of weird little places to do business. Places that seemed big, but they were sparsely populated. We pulled up and it was quiet. People didn’t approach us. We only had those two baggies left, and we couldn’t give them away. It was nothing. Nobody wanted it. Dead. It was late, the parking lots were empty. People had gone home for the night.

But then… he appeared.

Except this was way different. He was angry.

“You guys left?! What the fuck gives!?”

He marched forward and he shoved Levi.

“Hey man, what the fuck is your problem?!” Levi shouted and the shoving match escalated. Suddenly they were tussling and on the ground. I wanted to intervene, but when I reached for my switchblade, I remembered I left it at Mal’s house.

Fuck.

I scrambled, thinking of what to do. Then I remembered, Levi kept a gun under the seat in the car. I opened the door as the two continued to fight and there it was. I snatched it. I looked back and the man was on top of Levi and was starting to choke him. I ran up, and put the gun to the man’s head.

*BANG*

The noise was loud. The blood and viscera flew everywhere. The man slumped over. Levi was caked in blood. He looked at me, and I looked at him. There was a moment where neither of us said anything. We just bathed in the aftermath.

I stood there, and I knew I should have felt something. Anything. I knew that I was trying to kill him. I aimed the gun and shot it. I hit him in the head. But I felt… almost nothing. More or less it was just the feeling of that incident being over. It wasn’t like I enjoyed it.

Levi and I had robbed people. We beat people up, we broke into their houses. Levi shot Glenn and killed him. But now… now it was me. I had stabbed people, but not with the intention of killing them, just to escape a situation. Other than that… nothing.

Levi looked at me and then got to his feet. He touched my shoulder, snapping me out of the haze I was in.

“You good?”

“Huh? Yeah.” I said, shaking my head.

And then I looked at him.

“Fuck, that’s a lot of blood.”

–
I was far enough away that I didn’t get a lot of blood on me, but there was a 24-hour drug store open. I got everything we needed and returned to Levi. All the items were in the trunk.

“I got what I could.”

“Pop the trunk”

I popped the trunk. Levi took a look and shrugged.

“Okay, put all this in the back seat, because he has to go to the trunk.”

I quickly swapped everything and after I lined the trunk with the towels, washcloths, and paper towels. Anything to absorb the blood. We loaded his dead body in the trunk and making sure the coast was clear. Levi found the shell casing and then, just like that, we were driving away.

“So what do we do with him?”

“We have to bury him.” Levi said.

We drove back to Mal’s house. It was the dead of night and Mal was asleep, as was Issac. We drove further from the house and then to a more secluded spot. Spots where we blew shit up with our home made explosives. We got him out of the trunk and Levi drove back towards the house. My curiosity then reached a peak. I needed to know who this guy was. I went rifling through his pockets and jacket. Took some money because… well, he wasn’t going to need it anymore, and found his wallet.

Dan Jordan.

He had credit cards, bank cards, pictures of his wife and kids all tucked inside. And then, what I was looking for. A photo of his police academy graduation with what was probably his girlfriend at the time.

 Levi returned while I was doing this. 

He had shovels.

He positioned the car near the woods, headlights with the high beams on. He got out as I was inspecting the body.

“What are you doing? He’s dead.”

“I know, I just… was curious is all.”

I was literally absent-mindedly poking my finger in the bullet hole in his head. Blood would ooze out every time I did it. I didn’t even think about it. Until finally I snapped out of it. Levi grabbed the shovels he collected and some lighter fluid. He searched around with the shovel and found a spot.

We dug.

We dug for a while, and then dumped Mr. Jordan’s body in the hole. And then we covered it up. I stopped a little bit short.

“Wait, grab that… bird thing.”

I spotted a large chuck of some animal that was caught in one of our blasts. Levi was confused but grabbed it.

“Throw it on top.”

“What?”

“At some point, somebody may come looking for him. But if they have a dog to sniff for a body, they’ll find this thing. If nothing else, it’ll confuse them for a bit.”

Levi nodded and tossed the bird on top. We finished filling up the hole and then took off our clothes. We piled them up and Levi set them on fire. We both had other clothes but we needed to get rid of all that.

We burned some sticks and branches we found to make it less obvious.

We returned home once the sun was coming up. We hurried into the shower and washed off all the blood and guts. We changed into fresh clothes and the day was new.

“I don’t think we need to try selling this shit anymore. We got some money but…we can’t have stuff like that happen anymore.” Levi said.

I agreed.

So now the new plan needed to be put in motion.

Drug dealing wasn’t the road.
9-5 was back on the table.

So, I finished prepping and got my G.E.D after taking the test. I used Mal’s address and got it in the mail a week or two later.
I was legit.

Well, I needed to make myself that way. I applied for a few jobs in town and I did have experience in fast food. But I wanted to do something different. I didn’t want to be serving food forever.

I suppose luckily, I never got a response from anyone. So, it was back to the drawing board.
–
Weeks went by and there was nothing. No visit from the cops, no questioning, no big search for anything. Though I believe that the cops generally stayed away from Mal’s house. He didn’t take kindly to visitors in the first place. Now it felt like we were intruding. It felt like we just were freeloading in Mal’s house. And I really didn’t feel like I knew him that well.

Until we bonded.

Most nights, Mal was in his room before the sun went down. But some nights, Mal was actually okay if he was distracted by something. And it turns out, Mal loved wrestling.

And then… Amber and I were reunited.

She was back in my life, and so was Jason Cashe. My surrogate mom and dad. I re-connected with them. Amber was spitting tacks in people’s faces. She was lighting them on fire.

She was so fucking cool.

Mal just cheered and acted like it was real. Perhaps it was. Mal enjoyed just the brutality, the fighting. Two people kicking each others asses. Between that and football, he was almost a normal person.

Mal and I would watch and share this unspoken bond. Although sometimes Mal would act up and Isaac would have to step in. Still, bonding with Mal was fun. I learned a lot from him. Especially his books. And his attitude towards authority.

But like I said, it felt like we were freeloading.

And Levi then confirmed to me one night that the Cops may have had a lead on the vehicle we were driving, and that might bring them to Mal’s doorstep.

And that meant… we’d have to go.

But go where?

“Hey, didn’t ya’ll come from California?” Mal asked.

“Yeah.”

“You know, you all should see my friend Raphael. He lives up there in Laguna Beach. He can hook ya’ll up with anything. Just tell ‘em I sent you.”

…

And so we were going back to California.


I have to tell you, Captain, you have made me proud yet again.

I have to admit, you proved me wrong. I didn’t think you could do it, but you did.

So yes, a big kudos goes to you. A salute to the Captain, if you will. I didn’t think it could be done, but you in fact proved yourself capable of pulling it off. I mean, I kept waiting for it. I was waiting for it so I could use it in this interview, but it didn’t happen. You showed so much restraint and actually made me feel like a fool.

You went an entire interview about me and didn’t mention Amber Ryan.

I know you’re looking back on it and probably think you need to next time out, but trust me, this was much, much better. Because I was actually getting worried that you were obsessed. Because you really mention her a lot. I’m not even sure why, but you do. Do you think it gets under her skin? Or my skin for that matter? The way you spoke about her it’s like you’re begging for her to come back and you really, really want her to notice you.

Is that what this is? Like a… what do they call it? Senpai?
Yeah, that thing.

I was totally about to bring up the fact that you mention her more than I do. I don’t bring her up in my interviews just on a whim. I literally have zero actual connection, other than admiration and respect. Amber Ryan was an inspiration. But you were so hell bent on making this connection. You kept trying to say that I was up her ass and all this, when honestly, I’ve never met Amber in person. Do I take after her? Yes. I call her “mom” because she was someone I could relate to because my mom was on fucking pills. She got me through tough times growing up. So to have her approval is more than enough.

But hey, you didn’t even bring her up this time.  So good on you.

I mean, it would have been something. Instead of the giant nothing burger I got and continue to get from you.

You’re just not fun Captain. Everything with you is a debate. Everything with you is he said she said. And on top of that,, you’re just putting words in my mouth to help you cope.

Which is fine with me. I’m making you more interesting by proxy. I know it makes you mad that I used your own words against you. You said these things, they’re on camera. Caught in 4K motherfucker. So all you have left is to try and throw words that I said in some random order to make it fit what you pull out of it.

I’ve been in your head, and under your skin for so long you almost can't do a single interview without mentioning my name. Meanwhile, I don’t have to say yours at all. That’s why when I say Captain, you listen intently. It’s a more amusing little thing to call you that instead of by your name. And you gave me a great reason to continue to do it:

Because it bothers you.
I bother you.

I bother you because you are so desperate to be recognized by everyone as being great. And… the only people who do so? They are running the company you are in, and your very few friends in whatever your cool person group is called.

The people who wrestle you? The people who you work with? They don’t recognize that. It used to be that way, didn’t it? You used to be feared as a matter of fact. Or… that’s what the company says, anyway. You ruled with an iron fist and you could sit there and bask in it. You got what you wanted.

And then I came along.

I ran through the Blast From the Past tournament last year.
I put an end to Mikah and Laura Phoenix’s comebacks.
I ran Julianna DiMaria out of the company altogether.

I won that thing, my first goddamn try. I made people stand up and take notice immediately. People were talking about me, taking this company by storm. Not because it fit a narrative, not because I was the right person, but because I took the bull by the horns metaphorically, and made it that way. Me. It took me 5 matches to get to your doorstep.

And that bothers you.

And then, when you expected me to be impressed with you., to be in awe, or to recognize you as an important figure, because the company said you were…

I rejected that notion.
And that bothered you very very much.

Maybe it’s because you didn’t think that I would, or that nobody’s ever said it to your face. But I did. Because I never have and never will sweat you, Captain. I am going to forever hold from you the thing you want the most: Respect.

But yes, we had our match.

And then you beat me.

Hit me with everything you had. You clearly understood the threat I was even then, and you had to throw your entire arsenal at me multiple times over.

But you won.

I said it. I acknowledge it. I offered no complaints or excuses. I got beat. I was perfectly fine starting from the bottom. And then because Andrea Hernandez turned into a fucking coward, they scrambled and threw out a chance. I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t beg to be part of it. I would have been perfectly fine without it. But I was put in that battle royale, and I won.

And then, then you thought “Okay, she clearly has to know I’m the best and she should respect me since I beat her.”

And then… I still didn’t.

And it bothers you.

It bothers you that I took your best shot. I took all your best shots, and I didn’t back down. I didn’t run away from having a chance to fight you again. I was ready to fight you again, and I will ALWAYS be ready to fight you. Because fuck you. I told you to your face you weren’t shit.

You kicked my ass and I said “Is that all you got?” And I came back for more.

And then I beat you.

I took it all away from you, and you scurried away, re-thinking your life choices.
 You had the moment of “What do I do now?”
Not me.
You had moments of self-doubt.
Not me.
You were going through a crisis.
Not me.
You were pondering taking a vacation.
Not me.

And now, you want to act like those things didn’t happen, and you were just messing around and now you want to have this… how did you put it? End to our “Epic trilogy”.

Let’s be honest here. This match really is about both of us, trying to right a perceived wrong.

You don’t think I’m on your level, despite me beating you. You don’t think I belong. You can’t stand the fact that I took the title and your aura away from you. You don’t think I am worthy. And because of this, you are desperate to prove that you’re still the same Kayla Richards from before. Before I got here. Before I challenged everything you stood for and represented.

You feel like I wronged you.

The fact is, you need this way more than I ever will, Captain. You know you do. You know deep down that when you step in the ring with me, a lot more is on the line for you than just the trinket you carry. Losing to me, in this “epic trilogy” as you call it, means that slim chance you had of ever getting that reputation and all that back?

It’s gone. Forever.

Then the sentence “I’m Kayla Richards” becomes worthless. It will have no value. And that’s what makes this so exciting for me. To take you and reduce you to nothing. To ruin you. Forever. That gets me excited, baby.

But, I have other, more pressing priorities.

My goal from the very beginning, when I got here, was to change things. To make this place better, and a lot more exciting. Part of you must understand this. Even on its most basic level.

Do YOU want to deal with Seleana, Crystal, Mercedes, and all these other women over and over and over again, because of the “story” that they could tell? I told them all this was a re-run. Crystal does what she does. She won her 7th championship, because she’s worse than you when it comes to just needing a fucking belt to justify her existence.

Seleana inexplicably got another title match, and now, Crystal and fucking Mercedes have a guaranteed title match. This is where we are. Aren’t you sick of this? Aren’t you tired of this? Don’t you want things to change?

And I was about to change everything, but because I lost the belt, I lost the power. I lost it, because they were so threatened by me and what I was trying to do, they snatched it away from me. I could have complained about cheating, but hey… I fucking cheat so it would be very hypocritical of me. But sure, I was annoyed.

Never mind the fact that I had one title defense and then had to sit around and do nothing. I tried so hard to take control, but in the end, it wasn’t enough.

That’s the wrong I intend to make right. It really has zero to do with you, Captain. You love to grossly overestimate your own importance. I told you, you’re a pawn. You are a lap dog. You get the belt and you couldn’t care less about this. That’s your role. I just called it like I saw it. You are not the hero of my story, You are just a page in the book. A chapter that will conclude for now at Blaze Of Glory.

It could have been Mercedes, Crystal, literally anybody. The fact that it IS you, is just the icing on the cake. Because at the end of the day, I can finish  doing what I was trying to do from the start, AND ruin you.

The “trilogy” will end, the way it should. With me, using you as a stepping stone to where I need to go next. And then I will move on.

I’ve done it with everyone, Captain. You are not an exception.

Oh, and I know that bothers you too.

The mere idea that I could stand over your beaten, broken body and claim victory. Because you know, in the pit of your stomach, that I can do it. Hell, I’ve done it before. And I’ll be more than happy to do it again. To make sure you understand that you are not special.

Hell, you got your title match before me, because I said I would wait.
So, if I don’t get a thank you by the end of this, I’m going to be very upset.

Well, now that that’s all taken care of…

This is where this part of the story officially ends, Captain. I will not say you will never again be a part of my story, because at some point or another, I’m sure our paths will cross again. And I will be waiting with open arms. And I should warn you, the choice to try and cross my path again is one you make at your own peril. Whatever happens, you made that choice.


But anyway, this is what’s about to happen.

 I’m going to beat you.
Again.
I’m going to take your title.
Again.

And you can go on that vacation you wanted to go on a few months ago.

Just don’t say I never did anything for you.

And if you really want to get down and dirty. If you really want to go balls fucking deep. If you really want to swap blood, sweat, tears, jizz, and any other fluids….

Baby….

Captain. My fucking Captain…

My body is fucking ready.

Trust me.

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Supercard Archives / Chapter 11: Every Little Bit Helps
« on: February 28, 2026, 11:56:07 PM »
I have to tell you, I've been waiting for this.

I have been giddy with anticipation. I have a new journey to go on and it starts at High Stakes.
But I'm no stranger to have to adjust course.

Because somehow or another, I always end up at my intended destination.

It will be fun to see the Captain again.

My eyes are closed.
My lips are wet with anticipation.
My fingers are sticky.
My body is ready.

Let's fucking go.

As the days went on, we became more and more apathetic to the night time stalkings, bangings at the door and general chaos of the situation. I found myself tuning it out most of the time. It was just commonplace that Mal was going to have an episode. It really was more of a shock when he didn’t. And then the next day I’d hear more stories about Levi’s family and his upbringing.  Mal was a veteran from the 2nd Iraq war. Or the first, technically. And he clearly saw some shit.

I really got invested in his war stories and how war crimes he committed pretty much because he wanted to and because he knew he wasn’t going to get into trouble. Of course, I can’t actually verify any of these things since I was a toddler when all this was going down. But Mal said he would be part of something he called “free-fire zones” where they would set up and then shoot at anybody who entered the area, no matter who they were.

Because as he put it… “They didn’t have a fucking uniform.”

Most of the time I busied myself with his books. He had books about history which I wasn’t much of a fan of, but they helped pass the time. What really sparked my interest was the Anarchist’s Cookbook which detailed how to make shit like DMT and barbiturates. It detailed how to set up proper surveillance and then how to literally make bombs.

Levi saw me reading it one day and got curious.

“You know how old some of that stuff is?”

“Hmmm?” I looked up from the book

“I said, do you know how old some of that stuff is? That’s from like Vietnam."

“I don’t think the ingredients to make anything change. They don’t change the basic recipe for cakes, Levi. You still need flour and baking soda and eggs.”

“Anything good in there?”

I looked up at him and smirked.

“You wanna make tear gas?”

Mal’s backyard was wide open. There was nothing but forest for miles around. So, we had to get some kind of shelter. But then, I realized that we didn’t need that. Mal owned the fucking book in the first place. And he was extremely anti-government. He lived on land in the middle of fucking nowhere and during many of our conversations he would repeat his staunch stances on everything.

It was like Thanksgiving with that one uncle who’s really really into politics and starts a fight and stuff.

So finally, during the day, I asked.

“Hey Mal, can we use your basement?”

Issac was not thrilled about this idea, and really, neither was Levi, but the moment Mal saw that I was interested and had the book in my hand. He was all for it.

“Oh, I started doing some of that shit at one point or another.”

Now I was intrigued. Was Mal like a guy who sent letter bombs? Trying to mess up Government workers and stuff? I needed to know. This was too good to pass up.

“We’re trying to make the tear gas.”

“Oh. Yeah.” Mal was very excited by this. “A lot of the stuff you need is already in the basement, but it’s probably old. I haven’t touched it in many years.”

“Thanks, we’ll check it out.”

Levi and I explored the basement, and pretty much confirmed the chemicals were most likely no good. Glycerin and Sodium Bisulfate would be easy enough to replace, and some of the actual equipment was showing signs of rust. I doubt Mal actually tried to make anything with them for a long time. So they’d probably have to be replaced as well.

Ordering chemicals might seem like it’s really sketchy or suspicious, but shit, you can order chemicals in bulk if you want to. Sodium Bisulfate you can order from fucking Wal-Mart or any pool supply store. Glycerin you can get at any drug store. We would need to buy in bulk, so… we simply used a local libraries computer to order the stuff and have it sent to Mal’s house. Ordering from two different places also helps.

The only thing missing were gas masks. The one thing you would think Mal would actually have. He had ring stands, alcohol lamps, glass and rubber tubing, everything we needed, just not gas masks.

But, luckily, the cookbook told us where to find them.

Those wonderful Army-Navy surplus stores. Only $40 each. I bought three since Mal was very much into the experiment. Once we got that, Mal was really, really excited. He actually bought a mini-shelter for us to use. Now we had a place to test it.

“You sure you know what you’re doing, babe?” Levi asked.

“It’s just chemistry. I took it in high school. It can’t be that hard.”

Following the instructions of the cookbook, we got the mixtures as close as possible. The warning was to don’t make too much at one time, so for about a week, we would make the maximum amount.

 And then it was finally time to test it.

We went to the shelter and released most of the glass containers we had. And then, we went in, gas masks on. And then we took them off.

And for a few seconds, seemingly nothing happened. My eyes itched and the air smelled weird, but it wasn’t the end of the world…
Until that first inhale. All of sudden, we were coughing. My eyes were burning and mucus was coming from my face. Not just my nose, but holy shit my face. It burned.

We ran out, coughing, gagging, spitting and rubbing our faces. Luckingly Mal had the hose and the water made it a little better. And after 15 minutes, we were pretty much okay.

“I think the tear gas was successful.” I said after we had all cleaned up.”

“Gonna have to air out that shelter though. I mean, we really just made a gas chamber.” Levi added.

We really had, but we weren’t planning to use it.

Yet.

But it was a good thing for us to know how to make it.


But it couldn’t be all fun and games. While we stayed there, we had to come up with some way to make money. And to do that, I kinda needed to have my G.E.D. I wasn’t going to get far for long without one. So, I began going to the library and studying and taking multiple practice G.E.D. tests.

It’s amazing how much you forget in a short amount of time.

For really the first time when it came to school work, I had forgotten a lot of the math portions. I never liked math anyway, but like, basic ass algebra was kicking my ass for a little bit. But eventually, being able to read up and actually practice helped. Soon enough I was acing the practice tests. I would be ready. All of it was coming back to me now. I always loved science so that was never an issue. English was always whatever, I was never going to write a fucking paper in feminist lens, and I liked history enough. So this became normal again after 4 practice tests.

Levi though thought of something different.

Again, there was a shit-ton of land where Mal lived. So… why not use it. We were in a big open field about a mile away from the house. Levi was looking at it and I was kind of confused as to what we actually wanted to do with it.

“Well, what do we do?’

“Farm it.” Levi said with a smirk.

“Farm it?” I asked. I never pictured Levi as a farmer, but hey, the thought of him shirtless and bailing hay crossed my mind and that was hot. But that was not what Levi meant.

“Yeah, let’s grow some weed. We can sell it.”

“You want to run a weed farm? Levi… that’s a terrible idea. There’s actually like… companies who grow weed on highly sophisticated farms. We have the two of us and nothing. We don’t have the equipment or means to do that.”

“Who says we need them?” Levi said with a shrug. “We grow it, we sell it.” Just to people who want to buy some weed.”

“Levi, the shit is basically legal, and probably better from the fucking neighborhood weed man!”

Levi was kind of crushed that I shot this down, but the mere idea would have been cool in like the early ‘90’s or even the early 2000’s or whatever, but not 2020. Things were different. I explained this to him, but he just didn’t want to give up on it. But I wore him down enough to where he finally conceded. We would have to find some other way.

Isaac of course wanted nothing to do with our experiments and really disapproved when we started reading the cookbook to make explosives. We really only blew up some land that Mal owned, but he was certain someone was going to complain. We just thought it was harmless fun. The only thing we managed to hurt were a few birds and what looked like a coyote but it was blown to bits so… I dunno.

So, we were kind of running out of ideas. Working normally wasn’t going to really work. The fact was, we were criminals. Maybe nobody knew that. But we did and the whole idea of working a 9-5 job somewhere wasn’t really appealing.

“You know, I stole some coke from that one guy’s house. We could sell that.”

“Uh, yeah… I guess. That’s at least going to get us some money.”

It wasn’t a lot of coke, but hey, somebody would buy it and somebody would give us some money for it. Also having a brick of cocaine to sell got it out of our hands and that way, nobody could put the finger on us.

We went out late at night, and it was a weekend. There were many people out, and we had to look like the two biggest idiots. We were just standing around, looking fucking suspicious as all hell offering people cocaine for whatever they wanted to give us. For hours we stood out there, walking back and forth, pacing, checking our phones. And once in a while, someone would roll up and wonder what we were doing, and then… maybe buy.

We were not professionals in the slightest.

“How come this always looks so cool in the movies?” I asked, growing impatient. We were pretty much alone and it was nearly 3am.

“What? It doesn’t.” Levi answered.

Finally a man in a brown jacket walked up to us. He certainly didn’t look any different from any of the other people we tried to sell to, wouldn’t be able to pick his face out of a crowd or anything. But something was just off. He looked… too clean. He certainly wasn’t homeless looking, or perhaps he cleaned up pretty well. But I was still kind of on edge from it.

“What ‘cha got?” The man asked, looking around, fidgeting nervously.

“What do you need?” Levi

“I need some… uh… sugar.” The man said, the verbal wink and nod thrown out there.

“Yeah? Well let’s take a look at what we got here.”

The man followed Levi to the car, where Levi opened the trunk, just like in a movie. We had actually taken the cocaine out of the brick form and put it in smaller baggies. But… still not the most professional. They were in an actual sugar bag so as to not arouse too much suspicion. Levi let him have a baggie and a sample of its contents.

The man seemed to enjoy, smacking his lips as he licked the powder off his fingers.

“Damn, that’s good shit. How much?”

“Well, I tell you what, right now, it’s $100 for one of these baggies.”

“Shit, alright.”

The man hurriedly opened his wallet and handed Levi a crisp Ben Franklin. Levi looked it at and nodded.

“Maybe you can come back next week?”

“Maybe.”

And then… we left. I was sort of expecting that to be a cop or something. But it wasn’t. We drove away having sold 10 baggies, making a smooth thousand bucks.

“Maybe there’s something to this.” I said, kind of relieved, but my adrenaline was wearing off from the sales.

“Every little bit helps.” He said.

Yeah. Every little bit helps.



Well hey there Captain!

Fancy seeing you here again. Small world and all that, you know?

How does it feel, Captain?

Do you feel like some kind of conquering hero? Like you’ve taken your rightful place back at the top? I mean, you must be very proud. I am proud of you, in fact. We are right back where we fucking started. I’m sure for you, that must feel great. You did it. You worked hard, fought your back up and won the Bombshell’s championship yet again. Hooray for you, my dear Captain. Back where you belong.

I just have… one little question.

What the fuck took you so long?

What happened? I took that title from you in…. September of last year or something. Why did it take you six months to get the title back? I don’t get it. You’re supposed to be the best. Shouldn’t you have mowed through the competition? Shouldn’t you have been first in line after I lost? What happened?

Oh, wait, wait I get it. This is the part where you tell me you took a step back and you were just observing, right? Waiting for the perfect time to strike, right? Biding you time, and making the most impact. Or some horseshit resembling that right?

We’ve been intimate, Captain. You might be able to fool all the others, but you can’t fool me.

You can try and tell people that you were “ready to move on” and “let someone else have the spotlight.” But you and I both know better. You were right there, at the bottom, and you were in the very tournament that Crystal won. That was you. You were facing Victoria Lyons and…

You fucking lost.
In the 1st round.

You were out of the picture, and that… that right there is when you could say that. That’s when you could have said “Yup, taking a vacation.” But you didn’t. You stuck around. You had every opportunity to leave and move on and do everything you said you were going to do, but you didn’t. Not because you “needed to” stick around, but because you know what defines you.

That championship belt.

You need it, you need it for validation. You need it because it makes you feel secure. It defines you as a person. Without the title belt, you are just another face in the crowd. I said it before, and I’ll say it again. Had you left, things would have continued and you would have been long since forgotten about. So, you need this place. You need that title belt. And when you got your chance you poured your heart out.

 Because you wanted this moment to try and make yourself out like you’re John fucking Wick. You’re feeling like you're back now, right?

Where were you when I was champion, Captain? Why did you not come after me?

Oh, that’s right…. Because you knew better.

I know that you knew better because you didn’t think I was paying attention and you just happened to mention my name like you were going to not get a rebuttal. And then I mentioned your name and you promptly shut the fuck up. Only to then walk it back.

Now all I’m hearing is excuses.

“I allowed Frankie Holiday to have a grace period to prove herself.”
“They’re protecting Frankie from me!”
“I wanted to leave, but I’m going to save the division because it’s the worst it’s ever been.”
“I’ve got to come back to put this division where it used to be!”

No. No you fucking don’t. Don’t you even try to slip this weak shit past me. You called me a “prodigy” in the same breath as saying I wasn’t legitimate. You don’t get to play that game. You really don’t.

You came back, and scratched and clawed your way to the top again for two big reasons.

The first, is because the company needs you there. Not because you’re special, or a big name, or some kind of a franchise player. No, it’s because you play the game.

You are their pawn.

You are the person they trust the most.
And they obviously want you to get rid of me. They want me as far away from the top of the division as possible.

Because I am the biggest threat to the status quo there is. And you are the ultimate status quo.

You see, when I lost the title, I was out of the way. I played by the same rules I set. I don’t just get automatic title shots or rematches. I put myself at the bottom. And then, I clawed my way back to the top.

Because as I’ve already told you, Captain:
I am inevitable.

But, because for some reason this company likes to think they are owed one because they hand out championship matches like fucking candy… that I was indebted to them.

I tweet the truth about Crystal using the title to prop up her family, like I said she would from the fucking jump, and they threaten to…take a title shot I earned away from me.

“Well I can just take this title shot I have scheduled for you away.”
“Cool, I’ll earn another one.”
“Well, you earned this one.”

So if I earned it, taking it away seems like a shitty thing to do. Don’t you agree, Captain?

So now, they’re very happy you’ve got the title belt back. Because they are banking on you.

They need things to be controllable. Stale. Boring. That’s why you and Crystal were in the middle of the title picture. Things that are familiar and comfortable. Think about it. How the fuck do you figure Seleana was in the title picture as this point? They want safe. They want familiarity. Crystal did the exact same story arc she’s been doing for nearly 20 years. And that’s why you’re here as well. Same story. Kayla Richards: big scary woman grrr! And then by proxy, you get to sling the title on your shoulder and proclaim you’ve saved the division again, and you’re back where you belong and yada yada yada.

At least, now, right?

I mean, you got the belt back and everything. Old lady Mercedes was nice enough to give it back to you. Do you feel like a champion now? Is everything all perfect for you? Do you feel safe? Do you feel in charge of things now? At face value, you might. And maybe you are trying to convince yourself of everything being okay.

But we both know that’s just not true.

There’s something different isn’t there?

Well, there is, but even they’re trying to hide it and help you out.

I’m fucking insulted that whomever is writing up the previews to these matches on the SCW website that sit there and write that I am your… “most infamous stumble”

Stumble.

FUCKING STUMBLE?

I lit you on fire.
I took your title.
I BEAT you.

No excuses, no questions. It fucking happened.

No, Kayla, you did not stumble. I knocked your ass off the god-damn mountain and you know it.

And both you, and the SCW brass got very nervous and scared when they saw what I was trying to do. So, rather than accept it, and because you had already failed…

They sent Crystal.

Just understand Captain, you are replaceable. With Crystal Whateverherlastnameisthisweek. Just let that sink in.

A bigger name. A bigger star. And you just can’t stand that. That’s what really drives you up a wall. That you don’t get looked at like that. This is why you keep mentioning people like you do. You keep bringing up names from the past like “I’m better than them, love me! Pay attention to me!”

But at the end of the day, no matter how hard you try, or how many titles you win… you’re just a stooge for a company that loves to make you feel important because you play the game. It’s not because you are special. It’s because you are who you are.

How many times do we have to have this talk, Captain? You’re boring. You’re white bread. You are Kayla Richards: good wrestler and that’s it. You’re a charisma vacuum that even old lady Mercedes didn’t even want to play a game with. She took the belt. And you pouted and said “give it back” and she did. Like, you took all the fun out of it. 

That’s who you are. We need to just give you a belt, because that’s what makes you happy.

Oh my god.
Oh my god, wait.

That’s fucking perfect.

You know what we should do? We should make you your own title! Yes! The “Kayla Richards memorial” title or something. Or the “Kayla Richards super mega bad ass” title. Then you can be a champion forever! We can solve all these confidence and insecurity issues you have. We can give you a security title. You can carry it around, and every match you have can be a “title defense”

Come on, you gotta admit that would be so you. You can be the forever champion and everything. You can be the forever captain with your own belt and everything! Just think about it, that’s all I’m saying. You know it's a good idea!

I want to give you something for all the things I’ve taken away from you, Captain. I feel almost like a bully for coming onto your turf, coming into your domain, and then just beating you and taking away the things that make you feel special.

The aura.
The mystique.
The title.
The spot.

I took it all away and it’s one of the driving forces behind you not walking away.

That’s what’s different. There is no aura of Kayla Richards. I fucking took that away. I shattered it. I beat the unbeatable, unstoppable ruler of the division and I did it without massaging your fucking pussy like this company does. This match is just to ensure that you understand where you stand in this game.

I destroyed the myth that you are some kind of boogeyman of this division. All you did was maintain a drab, boring status quo. You Captain, much like Crystal, are a nostalgia act at this point. A woman trying to cling to one of the few things that makes you feel important. While you were in the background, nobody was clamoring for you to get back to the top. No one was thinking about you. The air was clean. The mood was brighter and there was a sense of freedom.

And that’s the second reason you stayed around.

You’re trying to get that old feeling back.

But, I’m sorry, there’s no putting the air back in the balloon. The levee already fucking broke. We can’t put the genie back in the bottle. It’s gone, and you will NEVER get that shit back. You can win whatever match you want, you scream it from the top of your lungs for here until the end of time. It will not change the fact:

 I beat you.

You never seemed to understand this point despite how many times I tried to tell you and explain it to you. The title belt was not what I was after. I liked carrying it and I understand its uses as a prop. It’s a tool. Much like I wouldn’t expect a teacher to show up to a school without their curriculum, the title has its uses.

But that was secondary to simply beating you.

I beat you at your best, Kayla. I did that and there’s nothing you can say or do about it.

I beat you, at your peak. And took everything away from the “best wrestler in the world.”

So… what’s that gonna make me when I beat you again?

Because I suppose I could then say… I’m better than you. Right? I am better than the “best wrestler in the world.” Not even a year into my career, and I can lay claim to being the better than the best. And I’ll be champion again, but again, we can get you your own belt.

But make no mistake, I saw what it did to you, Kayla. I saw the doubt. I saw the confidence drop. I saw it all because I was the one who did that to you. And now that I know that I’m that deep under your skin, I just wonder what this loss will do to you.

Will it drive you to retire?
Will you break down and cry?
Will you hang your head in shame for the rest of time?

Holy shit…

I just realized that I no longer want to just beat you, Kayla. No no no no.

I want to break you.

I saw the crack after I beat you the first time. Now… now I want all the fucking walls to come down. I want to take everything from you, a second time and leave you with nothing. I want to take the very essence of what you are and destroy it. I want you to be a god damn shell of what you are today.

And the best part?

You know I can do it.

Oh, I can’t wait. I’m all giddy now. Just thinking about the scene of your mental breakdown afterward? Fuck that would be so good. Well shit. Now I have so many ideas! The possibilities are fucking endless, Captain! This is going to be historic!

We are going to have so much fun at Blaze Of Glory.

Trust me.

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Climax Control Archives / Chapter 10: By The Time I Get To Phoenix
« on: February 06, 2026, 11:57:26 PM »
Oh hi.

I bet you forgot about me, didn't you?

All this time away and I've been sitting here, wondering what is next. Especially after Christian Underwood tried to dangle a Bombshell's title match in front of me like we were negotiating the price of a fucking Ford Mustang. I must say I loved the idea of trying to take a championship match they say I earned, away from me because... I say the painful truth on twitter.

I told you it was going to be a re-run. I told you that it would fail and Crystal would repeat the same cycle. But no, just scold me and threaten to take a championship match away from me. And then jump the captain back in front again just to spite me.

I don't care.

I will bide my time. I enjoyed this little timeout session you gave me, Boss.

I told you once, and I will say it again.

I am inevitable.

Now... let us continue the story, shall we?



Once again, I was on the move. It was a short 5 hour drive to get from L.A. to Phoenix. There was a lot of thinking done. The first was just how I hadn’t ever had a true place to call my own. I was a fucking nomad at this point. I very rarely was able to shower outside of a few stays at a hotel while Levi and I were moving from place to place. Staying at a motel for only a couple days at a time. I thought about Heather and her boyfriend a little bit. I wonder what she was thinking. I left, and I know they figured I was in L.A. I got the job and I was working for Glen. But then, maybe they saw it on the news that Glen was dead. But I couldn’t contact them anyway. I had a new phone and I had forgotten her number since I didn’t really call or text her that much.

I didn’t think much about my parents.

Neither of them ever checked on me anyway. I don’t know if they even noticed I was gone. My school probably asked them once or twice if I was coming back to school. I can only imagine. Now, if he wanted, Charlie could probably again have what he wanted: My mother, all to himself and no one to take care of. Though taking care of her was a full time job anyway.

I didn’t know how to really feel about them at this point.

On one hand, they are my birth parents. They raised me as best they could, I suppose. Well no, it could have been better, easier, more loving, more attention. But that’s not what I got. In the back of my head I began to wonder how I would react to one of them actually dying or something like that. It was bound to happen. Charlie and Sarah were both on drugs, they were just addicts but using legally. Part of me wanted to help. But I needed to be here, on my own.

The drive was rather peaceful. A long moment for all the commotion to die down. We were on the lamb, but nobody knew but us. We passed mountain, flat terrain, mostly on a two-lane highway. Finally as we reached more populated areas, we drove over the Colorado river and before too long, we found ourselves in Arizona and passing Maricopa county, and heading into Phoenix shortly thereafter.

But we kept going, and then finally we were off the highway, and onto the main roads, and then off of them, into a rural area. I wasn’t aware Arizona would have a fucking sticks section, but it did. We saw the sign for Tonopah and a few more miles until we pulled down a dirt path. The sun was finally setting.

A singular house, isolated from everything.

We pulled up and parked. There was a truck pulled up to the house itself.

“This is my uncle Mal’s place. If he’s still here.”

“If he’s still here? You don’t know?”

Levi sighed.

“He’s … he’s sick. So he needs care.”

“What ki-”

I didn’t get to finish my sentence before a disheveled man rushed out of the house, waving a double barrel shotgun in out direction. He was in a bathrobe and sandals. His hair was long and greasy.

“GET OFF MY PROPERTY!” He shouted, aiming the shotgun.

Levi stepped out of the car, hands in the air.

“Uncle Mal! It’s me, Levi! Your nephew!

“GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE! I DON’T KNOW YOU!”

“Levi, maybe we should go!” I said frantically

Then another man burst out of the house grabbing Mal and the gun and they struggled for it for a few seconds before the other man finally took the gun.

“Stop this Mr. Boardman! Stop it!  He shouted at Mal, who was still agitated.

“Sorry about that folks. Look, Mr. Boardman isn’t well and he needs -”

“I know. I’m his nephew. Levi!” Levi said, slowly lowering his arms, trying to keep the situation calm.

“Oh. I’m Issac. I take care of Mr. Boardman. Can I help you?”

“Yeah, uh… We just… we need a place to stay for a few days. Just a few. Then we’ll be gone.”

“DON’T YOU LET THEM STAY HERE ISSAC!’ Mal shouted. “I DON’T KNOW THEM!”

“Calm down, Mr. Boardman. Just calm down.” He turned to Levi. “You say you’re kin to Mr. Boardman?”

“Yes, I’m his nephew. His brother Thad’s son. He knows me.”

“Just give me a minute.” He turned back to Mal and touched his shoulder, to ease him. “Come on, Mr. Boardman, I will check on what this boy says, and if it doesn’t check out, we’ll send them on their way. Come on, let’s get you inside.”

It took a minute before Mal complied. And then he walked inside with Issac.

“Levi, I don’t know about this.”

“It’s okay.”

Issac came out about 3 minutes later.

“Sorry about all that. Mr. Boardman still has some family photos and you do look like the boy. Do you have any I.D.?”

Levi reached into his pockets and had a wallet with an old school ID and a few photos of his parents. Issac studied them.

“Okay, look, let me get Mr. Boardman to bed, and we’ll settle this in the morning. For now, just wait. There’s a room on the second floor. You can use that. Just let me get this all taken care of.”

“You got it.”

Issac walked back into the house and then we were alone.

“Levi, this was a mistake. That guy isn’t going to let us stay here. You know that! He’s crazy!”

“He’s not crazy. He’s sick. I know it’s not looking great, but just trust me on this. It’ll be fine.”

It took a long time. It was now dark and we were still sitting in the driveway. Issac finally came back out.

“Mr. Boardman is asleep. Please, just be careful and quiet. The second door on the right on the second floor. Once you go in, please lock it.”

“Got it.”

We quietly crept into the house. By this point, we were experts at sneaking into a house. We crept up the stairs and into the bedroom. It was small, but it was a bed. Most of the time, we were sleeping in the car. So the bed was just amazing. It was a long drive, we were exhausted. The adrenaline of almost being shot was dying down. Finally, we got to rest.

Or, so we thought.

It was 3AM when the door knob was jiggled. The turns were subtle at first, but then more direct. The turning was fast.

*THUD.*

Someone was shouldering the door trying to open it. Then the banging followed.

“WHY IS THIS DOOR LOCKED!”

It was Mal. Issac was right in advising us to lock the door. Issac came from another room and began yelling and arguing with Mal. Finally, he calmed him down and he was back in bed. The rest of the night passed without incident, but we didn’t sleep much.

The next morning, Levi and I took showers for the first time in a while. We took some of those mini bottles you get from motels and used them. We put on different clothes and came down the stairs slowly, not knowing what to expect.

But there he was. Mal and Issac were sitting at the kitchen table, laughing, joking and having a grand old time. Mal noticed us and turned with a big smile.

“LEVI!”

Mal got up and walked over and hugged Levi tightly.

“Boy it’s been years. How have you been?”

“Good, uncle Mal. Good. This is Franchesca. She’s my girlfriend.”

“Nice to meet you!” He said sticking out his hand for a handshake. I shook it and nodded.

“Hello.”

“When did you get in?” Mal asked.

“Last night.”

“Oh, well hell, you should have told me. I’d of prepared the place for you. We got a room upstairs, nice and cozy.”

“That’s great.”

“How long you staying?”

“Oh, just a few days really. We just needed a place to rest up.”

“Oh, to hell with that. You stay here. No sense in you trying to stay at some fancy hotel and wasting your money. We got everything you need and it’s a short drive away from town if you need anything.”

“Thanks uncle Mal.”

“Well, sit down, have some breakfast! Ike makes some damn good hash browns and gravy!”

It was so crazy. He was like a different person. He just acted like we just got here and that whole thing with the shotgun didn’t happen. He didn’t even acknowledge it.

We ate breakfast and it was surprisingly good. Mal excused himself and went towards the rest room.

“So… what is his deal?” I asked, probably too bluntly, but I was curious.

“Mr. Boardman has… what they call “Sundowning” He becomes increasingly agitated and confused at night. Hence the situation last night. But during the day, he’s mostly okay. He remembers things, talks about things, and is generally pleasant.”

“Uncle Mal has dementia, it’s a byproduct of it.”

“Oh.”

Mal came back, and I learned more about Levi and his family. Turns out Mal was short for Malachai and I just thought that was a cool name. A couple of days went by, and there was another episode where Mal got angry and confused and yelled. Levi and I stayed in the bedroom at night. Away from him so he wasn’t agitated any further. But each day, it was like he reset and was perfectly fine.

It was so strange, I ended up doing a ton of research on this whole thing, but with his round the clock care from Issac, it was pretty much a done deal. This is what he was. He loved to play chess and watch TV. He had a bunch of history and some… less than ethical books. He had the Anarchists Cookbook in his collection. Lots of books on war, politics and sports.

We spent a few days and then I was thinking that maybe I should get a job. But places would be looking into my school records to see if I graduated and whatnot. And… I hadn’t. I hadn’t had a job since I left Burger King back home.

But, through sheer luck, it turned out that you didn’t need to be a resident of Arizona to get a GED there. So that became the new goal.

Mal seemed to be getting used to us and the flare ups were less frequent, but they still happened.

If this was home… It felt pretty familiar. I had to go ahead and embrace the chaos once again.



It’s pretty obvious they had no idea what to do.

I beat their golden child. I beat the new shiny toy and they had no choice but to scramble and try to silence me. I know how the game is played. Then after they looked like idiots a second time after giving Seleana a Bombshell’s title match for no good reason, and it blowing up in their faces and we got the re-run I called from the fucking jump… Here we are.

I told you that this is how it was going to go.

And now, they actually put me on the show. And they give me… Harper Mason.

I feel like you should understand this more than anyone Harper.

You have been here a long time. You’ve raised your voice and tried to stand out. Doesn’t it bother you that for everything you have done, you have been stifled? Doesn’t it bother you that people who you know you can beat, who you have beaten, just get treated differently, and you’re stuck begging for scraps? I mean, you were trained by Team Hero. They got a lot of great treatment and you can’t get any of that.

I mean, maybe you just suck shit and that’s the main reason, but you have to see this, right?

I was very close to implementing a brand new order. I tried to change things for the better around here and they sent the old timers who cheated to beat me, and they are trying to remove all the progress I made. You understand this feeling Harper. I know you do. How many world title opportunities have you had? How many times were you given a chance? Not that many, right? One? Two? Do you honestly want to keep it that way?

Don’t you want to make Team Hero proud of you? Don’t you want to achieve the heights they did, on a proper even playing field? Don’t you think you could thrive in that environment? That is what I’m offering when I get the Bombshell’s title back. I’m out to make this place better. I’m out to give you the chance to earn it, rather than wait around and force you to raise your voice. I don’t need you to scream and holler. I listen. I hear you. I hear you loud and clear. I might be the only one who does.

You see what happens when you speak up? Nothing. You get yelled at and people act like they know better and put you in this spot they see fit for you.

I was going to do that, but then it dawned on me that what I need to do is shape the field itself, and then people will fit everywhere. People will get chances. People will earn opportunities. That’s the Sin City Wrestling we need!

And I could use a superhero person to help show them the way.

But, I feel like you’re going to stick to that honor and discipline nonsense that put you where you are right now. You’ve had your chance to stand out, but you fall in line. That is why you’re not making any progress. In fact, I have to ask this question even after all this time.

“Who are you?”

Who is Harper Mason?

What is it you do that makes you stand out? All I ever see from you is vlogging about bullshit and giving an effort that your trainers should be ashamed of. And more importantly, YOU should be ashamed of it. Do you think they taught you to be middle of the road? No, Harper, They taught you better than that. They fucking had to. And thus far, you have shown and proven to be nothing more than a woman trying to ride their coattails instead of standing out. You’re happy with what you know.

You’ve become complacent.

And that is why you are going to lose to me, Harper.

And you won’t care. You won’t do anything about it. You won’t show me or anyone else your true passion or fire. You will just continue to wallow in mediocrity. I should be slowly getting where you are now, and you should be where I am already. Challenging for the top spot. But unlike you, I didn’t rest on my laurels and my trainers' reputation. I did what needed to be done. You have won a title and acted like you made some kind of history, and then pissed it all away and you’ve been struggling to do anything ever since.

It would be funny isn’t wasn’t so sad.

Maybe this will be a lesson for you to finally wake up. I shudder to think about how many others have tried to get you to do the same thing and failed. Because no one can make you great, Harper. No one can make you stand out, but you. And you have been failing at doing it this entire time.

I’m going to beat you, and leave you in the dust yet again.

I really hope that you are paying attention and listening, but I know you’re not. You’ll do what you always do and then wonder why you are where you are. It’s what you do. It’s what you’re good at. Go, film another vlog after I beat you about how tough it was and how you’re one or two wins away from really making an impact. I don’t know how you can look into the camera with a straight face and say that type of shit, Harper.

Team Hero deserves better than you.

And you know it.

But, because I can be a benevolent force, once I am in charge again, I will again offer the same opportunity, and you will still be able to take those opportunities. I just expect a thank you for making one last attempt to open your eyes and stop wallowing in complacency.

This beatdown you’re going to get is for your own good.

Trust me.


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Supercard Archives / Re: FRANKIE HOLLIDAY v AMELIA REYNOLDS
« on: January 09, 2026, 11:56:51 PM »
We live to create memories.

And then we make our own story up

I just began to wonder the other day

Is anyone ever the bad guy in their own story?

Just a weird thought.

I know I'm the hero in my story.

The struggle was real.

And sometimes you get caught up and you need to take a breath.

That's what I had to do in Sin City Wrestling.

And many times in my story.



Levi and I had made a lot of money robbing people.

We always justified it as doing what we needed to do to survive. We were homeless. We were jobless. Who’s going to hire two homeless people? That’s not how the system works. So, we gamed the system a little bit. We made a little money, and now, we had just about everything we needed.

But along the way, the whole idea of breaking into a home, stealing stuff and leaving without being noticed, became such a thrill. The Christmas fiasco wasn’t what we planned for sure. Maybe Glen was a little personal, but none of the others ever were. We weren’t ever out to hurt anybody. We just needed a little help. Help that people were obviously not willing to give. So, in some instances, you have to take. That’s all.

But sometimes people get hurt. That’s life. Levi and I did our best to avoid it, but sometimes you can’t. I didn’t want to see that grandma get pistol whipped. I didn’t want to shoot the dad. But… it’s what happens sometimes. Collateral damage. Oh well.

Levi was far more invigorated by actually doing the stuff, and then encountering resistance. He loved that. He wanted that to be something we faced. I just gradually understood that Levi was a violent person when push came to shove. He wouldn’t hesitate to beat the shit out of someone, or kill them if it came down to it.

Levi had been in jail and prison a couple of times so he understood the risk, but could not resist his nature. He would lash out, but most of the time he was fine. Laughing and joking, he made me very comfortable in every way. He always took care of me, comforted me when I needed it. There were a couple of times after the initial time we robbed someone that I would throw up out of the anxiety of it all, and Levi was there to hold my hair or ensure I was okay each time. That just made me feel so secure.

It was always a thrill especially because we were always so good at it. Robbery became an artform. In and out, no witnesses, and just taking shit and moving on. Especially when it made the news.

“... Another robbery in the Northern Los Angeles area is being reported to police. The victims say the lock was picked and estimates put it as nearly $20,000 dollars of goods were stolen. This makes the 8th similar break-in in the past year, and police are still searching for clues to help them find the suspects.”

Levi and I were watching at a small diner and couldn’t help but smile at each other.

“We made the news” I whispered in between bites of burger.

“I know. Exciting isn’t it?”

“Yeah, actually.”

Now we were celebrities. Minor ones, but in LA? In Hollywood? We were more popular than some actors and actresses even if people didn’t even know our names. Levi had a satisfied grin on his face, eating a grilled cheese sandwich and some soup to dunk it in. We sat there, eating in silence, knowing a whole city, even one as big as Los Angeles was now concerned about us.

And we were hiding in plain sight.

“You think this is how Richard Ramirez felt?”

“Who?” I asked, confused.

“He was a serial killer in the ‘80’s, broke into people’s houses.”

“Oh. I mean… I guess.”

“You think that’s why they do it?” He asked.

“Why do you do it? Why do we do it?”

“For money.” He answered.

“That’s true.”

Levi was looking up and watching the screen, but the only information was about how efficient we were. And police asking for any clues or information to be given to them. Levi began to ponder things as he sat there. I could always tell when he was thinking about things like that. He would cock his head to one side.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Maybe we did too much too fast.”

“You want to slow down?”

“I think it’s going to get hot. 8 is a lot in a year. I think we should lay low for a while. You know? It’s not like we don’t have the money. But I think we need to get out of here.”

“Out of here?” I questioned.

“Yeah, I have an uncle who lives in Arizona. We could go down there, start over and maybe take a bit of a break. Let them think they won.”

“But we’re good, aren’t we?”

“Yeah, but… you can’t chance these things. We’re ahead. Let’s pause now, so that we stay ahead.”

“If… if you say so.”

I have to admit I was little bummed out by the idea of just quitting while we were having so much fun. It was successful, but deep down, I knew he was probably right about playing it safe and being cautious. Maybe going out like Bonnie and Clyde wasn’t the best idea. We had a lot we could accomplish, and this is what Eddie and I did before. You have to know when you have to pull it back and take a breath, otherwise you end up making a mistake, getting caught. We knew the police didn’t have any suspects, but it wouldn’t be long before somebody, somewhere spotted us. Even if it was on accident, and this could snowball out of control.

It didn’t mean I was a fan of it. I was very much enjoying robbing people. In a way I felt empowered by it. My superiority complex was shining through. I was a master criminal. I couldn’t be caught. We were just good at this shit that nobody could touch us. I wanted very much to keep going. Let’s make this shit work. Let’s go until the wheels fall off.

But, sometimes, you need the reset. We weren’t going to escape forever. We would be tracked down. Hunted. We’d be on wanted posters or some shit. And as cool as that sounded, it just wasn’t smart.

So, before you knew it… we were headed to Arizona.

At least this wasn’t another reset.

It was just a pause.


I must say that I am hurt, Amelia. Really. I am hurt that you would say all the mean things you said about me and all that.

Whatever it was, it was rude, and painful to listen to. I'm sure you got me good and I am sure I would maybe never recover emotionally had I been listening.

Because I don't need to listen to you.

You on the other hand, I'm sure are sitting there, taking copious notes and from what I started to listen to. You think you got me figured out.

And to that, I say: What took you so long?

I have been telling you exactly who I am for a long time. Since the day I got here. I’ve been sharing my story, and giving you insight to me through my words. I haven’t hid or tried to tell you I’m something I’m not. I’m not trying to fool anyone. I’m a piece of shit person. I’ve lied, I’ve cheated, I’ve stolen, I’ve begged, I’ve threatened, I’ve shot, I’ve stabbed, I’ve used, and I’ve abused. I have done terrible things in my life and I justify them by telling you I was also a victim so that makes it okay.

I have never asked for sympathy for my position. I don’t want it.

I have just become the person who speaks the truth on many things, and people don’t like that. People like you, don’t like that. So what do you do? You get mad and you judge me. You get mad and call me names. Because folks like you have a hard time accepting the truth. Because I am an uncomfortable truth. People don’t want to wear that shoe, even if it fits.

I have embraced who I am. I’m not a good person. I haven’t been a good person for a long time. I just recently tried very hard to make that change, turn the corner and free everyone from the long, boring title reign of Kayla Richards. I did that and I wanted this to be an open and even playing field. Earn your matches, earn your spots. I did that and what do I have to show for it?

Nothing.

I got to wear the trinket for about 6 weeks. But there was so much more that could have been done. And at the end of it, you, Amelia, would have benefitted from it. You really would have. I wanted to make this equal. No more people popping up out of nowhere and taking random title matches while people like you busted their ass to gain ground. No more hopping the line because of who you are, or who you know. It was about what you did.

And now, look where we are! Look at what happened! Crystal whoever wins and then boom, random title match for Seleana.

Amelia, you can’t tell me that you don’t see a problem with that. You said it yourself, you’ve only lost like 3 matches or whatever. Don’t you see how ridiculous it is that Seleana, who hasn’t done anything of value in years to this point, is now competing for the trinket?  Don’t you feel like it should be you?

If I still had that, this could be a title match. This match here. Do you not want that? I get it, you’re the new popular toy so you don’t see it. You don’t understand it yet. Once you get the shot, and if you lose, you will be right back in this spot. And hoping and praying your hard work rewards you with another random shot, because after you lose, they will 100% drop you like a bad habit.

This is what I was fighting to change. You don’t have to like it. You don’t have to like me, but that is what I am fighting to change. Order amongst the chaos. That is the beauty of this whole thing,

But, I now have people like you, telling me shit I already know about myself like it’s some kind of big revelation in order to make it seem like you’re better than me. 

Which is a strange flex, But go off queen!

Please explain to me how you are better than me, Amelia. What I did was history making. I made people stand up and take notice. I shot straight to the top and snatched the top prize from the dominant champion and beat her at her own game. I did all that, and you have…

Won some matches.

Well that’s cute. And, it’s almost like, you would have earned something if I was still at the top. I don’t see this as a testament of how far I’ve fallen, because I know how it works. When you reach the top, there is no place to go but down. And when you fall, you fucking fall hard and you fall fucking fast.

I could have insisted on a rematch, but I did not. Because that would mean I would be violating my own rules that I set. The rules, the guidelines I wanted for this and every division in Sin City Wrestling. Earning your keep. Not just wishing and hoping at one point someone throws you a bone.

So I look at what could have been, and see how they tried so hard to strike me down and put me off in the corner. I had to be removed from the scene, Amelia. I had to be taken down. I fell because they had to ensure I did. And I have fallen far. But look who’s sitting here next to me.

You.

It’s a true testament to how slow your rise has been without them backing you. A win here and I’m sure you’ll shoot up the rankings and get some kind of reward. But you’re supposed to be “the problem” right? Well, what is the problem with the problem that the Problem herself cannot get up the rankings despite your impressive win-loss record?

What is going on?
Why are you lagging so far behind?
Why can’t you rise like you should be?

You can’t tell me you haven’t had ample time, Amelia. You don’t want to be a liar do you? You don’t want to be in the same class as me, do you? So please, enlighten me as to why you aren’t a champion in Sin City Wrestling right now. You’ve wanted me to listen to you for a long time, right? So I’m all ears. What’s the problem?

I can’t hear anything, I’m sorry.

But it’s okay. I’ve lost the last few matches so therefore I should be easy pickings, correct? You’re catching me at the right time to beat me and then you’ll really be the problem you think you are. It’ll all be great you’re telling yourself. Because you see me as lesser. You see me as the bad guy of the story.

We all see ourselves as the hero of our own story. I know I do. I have overcome a lot and did what needed to be done for my survival. It was never pretty. Never sunshine and rainbows, but I am a hero in my story. A survivor. A battle-tested, battle hardened survivor. So therefore, anything good that happens is because I deserve it. It’s my reward for having such a tough time.

But unlike you, I also understand that I deserve anything bad that happens as well.

I’ve made poor choices, selfish choices, and I’ve ruined some lives here and there. I probably gave some shitty blowjobs in my life and stuff. I’ve done bad things to good people and good things for bad people. But I’m fully aware that those things happened, and when karma comes to collect, I accept it.

Can you say the same, Amelia?

So if you can’t, then I don’t want to hear shit from you about how I am as a person. The only difference between me and a great majority of people, is that I wear my ugliness on the outside proudly.

I learned that from my surrogate parents.

Which is another thing that you and a whole host of others want to dwell on. I don’t bring up Amber Ryan or Jason Cashe for clout. I don’t bring them up at all really. It’s all of you, who stalk my social media and see my talk to them. We share a bond that is special. They taught me, showed me through their actions to embrace being myself. Embrace that sometimes your hands have to get dirty and I don’t need to fucking pretend they are always clean.

You do the dirt, it gets under your fingernails. It gets into your skin. You do the dirt and it’s always gonna be there. And I’m fucking filthy, Amelia.

But it’s still really odd that you, and others continue to bring them up like I’m going to bring them to fight my battles, or defend me from the likes of people like you. No, my mom and dad set the table for me to sit at. And made it okay to accept being dirty. You all really don’t want my mom to come back, do you? You don’t want Amber back here. You might think you do, but you don’t. So, if I were you guys, stop addressing them when you talk about me. I’ve already run roughshod this division once without anybody’s help.

I mean, if you really, really want my mom to come back, I guess you can always just ask her.

But I think you are all much better off if there weren’t two of us taking over this company instead of one. It’s just food for thought.

Besides, why spoil all the fun we’re going to have Amelia? Why mess it up when there’s so much for us to do? You see, it doesn’t matter where this match is on the card, it doesn’t matter what is above or below us. All that matters is us. No one is fucking interested in the sham of a Bombshell’s title match. Do you care? No, you don’t. No one does. This match, this match here is the most important one on the card, and it’s not even for a trinket.

That’s the power that I have amassed already.

People want to see if you can hang with me, not the only way around. People want to know my next move. What I’m going to say and what I’m going to address. And I made it that way. It wasn’t my mom, it wasn’t my dad, it was me. I have taken this company and made it interesting again. I have you all guessing if my mom will come back and I don’t even talk about her. I am just that interesting.

You, on the other hand, are just the flavor of the month and have some wins and they really, really want you to take the next step. They want you to rise and be on my level. But there’s nothing special about you. You are no different than Harper Mason or Alexandra Calloway. People who are just… here. Irrelevant to the entire SCW roster. I already carved out the biggest piece for myself. I am a threat to every single one of these women and that’s why they are sending you my way.

And you’re going to fail at stopping me.

You want to have this dance, then fine. I will not accept any responsibility for doing bad things to you. You provoked this. You wanted this. You poked the bear. And now, you’re stuck with the consequences. I was going for Cassie Wolfe really. I was going for something to wet my appetite. But here you are.

So be it.

When this is over and you fail, when you are still right where you are, and I continue to make the move to get back to the top, maybe then you will truly understand me, my goal and what I’m trying to accomplish. Until then, you are just in the way.

And that’s not a place you want to be.

Trust me.

See you soon, sweet cheeks. It’s going to be a good time.

15
Supercard Archives / Re: FRANKIE HOLLIDAY v AMELIA REYNOLDS
« on: January 03, 2026, 11:58:43 PM »
I have sucked the past few weeks. Months even.

Maybe it's depression.
Maybe it's the fact that I was touching it and then it was right through my fingers.
Maybe it's the realization of the fight I am fighting.

It could be a number of things. I'm not a doctor, but hey this is where we say "new year, new me?" and stuff and then we break those resolutions in about a week.

But it's okay, I'll keep being the bad guy. I'll keep telling the truth whether people want to hear it or not.

I enjoy it.

But anyway, what a year 2025 was huh?
Did you guys get what you wanted for Christmas?

Well, sometimes we just don't get what we want, do we?

Sometimes, you just have to take it.

And a lot of the time, it's better that way.

I can tell you about my favorite Christmas.

Won't you join me?


“Are you recording me?”

I asked as Levi had taken the phone out of the box and was obviously playing with it.

“Sure. Why not? I wanna see your reaction to the presents.”

I rolled my eyes and picked up a present. It was light in my hands.

“Clothes, most likely.” I ventured the guess.

“Open it.”

I sighed and ripped up the wrapping paper. The cardboard gift box came open and sure enough, it was clothes.

“I told you.”

“Let’s see.”

I reached in and pulled some of the items out.

“Baby clothes?”

They were indeed for a small child. I shrugged and tossed the box and clothes aside. There were still quite a few gifts under the tree.

One wasn’t even wrapped. No time, I guess. You know, sometimes the holidays are stressful. It was a big blanket of some kind, but when I unfolded it, it was a tapestry. “From Daughter to Dad.”

“Aww… that’s really cute. I’m sure he’d love that.”

“Hey, this one’s Pokemon cards.”

Levi held up a binder with one of them, I didn’t know and still don’t know to this day what Pokemon is what.

 I took one, a smaller one, it fit in the palm of my hand. I shook it, and tossed it to Levi. He caught it and tore off the wrapping paper and opened the small Samsung box.

“This is a watch. Like, I think one of those… What do they call them… smart watches? Yeah, a smart watch.”

“Nice.”

He shrugged and then looked up at me.

“You want it?”

“Sure. Why not?”

He tossed the watch back to me and I fit the watch around my wrist. I spent the next few minutes going through the instructions, which sometimes can be the damnedest things. I got it to work, but needed to link it up with my phone at one point or another to get to work as intended.

*Thunk*

It was the sound of a car door. Levi and I looked at each other.

“I wonder who that could be.” I said as Levi put his finger over his mouth and lips, the general “Shh” motion. We crept out of sight as footsteps approached the door and a gentle knock followed. And then the door was opened. But it was a normal, unbothered opening of the door. Whomever was coming in wasn’t aware.

“Hello? John? Debra? It’s Beth and Kara!” One woman called out.

“Mom? Dad?” The second woman’s voice called out a few seconds later.

“What the hell happened?”

They were walking through, obviously, we had made a mess.

 Levi and I looked at each other and we wore matching sly grins.

“The more the merrier, right?” Levi said with a soft chuckle reaching into his pocket. I reached into mine and Levi held up his index finger. We both slid the ski masks over our faces. Levi raised his middle to join the index, and we both pulled the pistols from our pockets.

When the ring finger joined… We burst out, guns pointed.

“Merry Christmas!”

–

We had spent a few weeks preparing for this. We had Levi's… or I guess what was then Levi’s car around Los Angeles. We scoped out quite a few places in the city, but all of them were in way too much of a public area. You do the job, and then boom, people are on you right away. This was no good. And we had just been in the hills, so the idea was very simple. We needed a place more rural. Ones off the beaten path so that we could get in and do what we needed to do, and there wouldn’t be much interference or people to get in the way.

We drove around and found ourselves out into more of the farm and rural areas. We started to check the traffic in the area. It was outside L.A. and more towards San Diego. It wasn’t that far of a drive, and it was out of the way. Those two lane roads with one house in the middle of nowhere.

It looked nice from the outside. A big long driveway offered all the space, and lots of empty land in the background. We casually observed the family coming and going. A nice older couple who were out every day tending their gardens and crops. They hung a wreath on the door to observe the holidays. They even went on long walks together. Such a love couple.

For a few days leading up to Christmas, they were just in the house all day.

“You don’t think they’re going to leave on Christmas day, do you?”  Levi asked a couple days before.

“They haven’t left in a couple of days. Maybe they’re good.”

And just like that, they went on their long walk.

We walked up to the house, peeking in windows, and checking doors. We never saw them ever check the doors, and sure enough, around the back, the back door was unlocked. Folks this secluded seldom worried about someone coming in. Who would come all the way out in the middle of nowhere just to break in?

I know, right?

So, we watched the couple of days before Christmas and every day, at the same time, they went for a walk. They were gone for about an hour. Plenty of time to get in and see what’s what.

No one ever really showed up the entire time we were watching. We figured this was going to be fairly easy. Levi had multiple guns so it was easy for him to lend me one. It was more effective than a knife for intimidation purposes. We even went out into the woods and shot some targets, and then went to a Wal-Mart where they readily sell ammo.

This stuff is so easy to get, you know?
God bless America.

So, on Christmas morning, we woke up and sure enough, that morning walk started. We made our move. We walked up, and once again, the back door, unlocked. Didn’t even need to pick it or break a window.

They had plenty of presents. Like holy shit a lot. We decided to help ourselves.

But things sometimes don’t go as expected.

–
“Who the - “

“Shut up.”

Levi pointed the gun right in one of their faces. There were screams and panic. And then another set of footsteps. I turned as Levi kept his gun trained on the two in the room. Coming up the stairs into the main hall, an elderly woman.

“Kara, are you -”

I pointed the gun at her.

“Hello grandma. Please, come in. Let’s all have a seat on the couch.”

She nearly had a heart attack I think. She was so startled she lost her breath.

Yeah, we don’t have time for that. I pushed her to move to the couch. The other two were seated, huddled together but the Grandma remained standing hunched over and clutching her chest.

“What… wha..what do you want?” One of them blurted out through tears.

Levi and I looked at one another, shrugging.

“Maybe… my face on the one dollar bill?” Levi joked. “Nah, I’m just kiddin’. I want your money, obviously.”

“Okay. P-please just take it and go. Just please don’t hurt us!”

The women on the course emptied their purses and all in all we got about 100 bucks. Grandma was holding out.

“Okay Grandma, it’s your turn.”

She had finally gotten her breath. She paused, looking at both of us for a few seconds and stood there, defiantly. She was almost glaring at us. Can you believe that? This lady was crazy. Just giving us shit now.

“No.”

“No?”

“I’m not giving you anything.”

Levi looked at me with that “Can you believe this shit?” gestures. He pointed his gun at her head, but still, she stood there, almost welcoming it.

“Looks like Grandma wants to be a hero. Well hot damn. You know, I was thinking that this may be a little easier than this, but, it’s okay, I welcome a challenge.”

Without warning, Levi flipped the pistol around and *whack* One shot, right to the face. Grandma hit the floor really hard, groaning in pain. There were screams from the other women, but I flashed the gun in their direction.

“Don’t be a hero for Grandma either.”

Levi reached down and snatched the purse and pulled out a couple hundred dollars. He sighed and threw the purse down on the old woman.

“That could have been so much easier. Now, unfortunately, we’re running out of time. So, we might need a hostage. But, we really only have room for one of you.”

The women looked at each other concerned.

“It’s a logistical issue. Just not enough room.” I clarified.

“So, maybe, maybe we just take one, so… which is gonna be?”

The two women on the couch looked at each other and then at the Grandma. They were terrified and unable to make the choice. Levi was getting impatient.

“If you can’t make the choice I will. For one of you, you get to come along. If you hesitate much longer, it’ll be the end of the road.”

They panicked. But suddenly, Grandma burst up and grabbed a hold of Levi.

“RUN!” She groaned as Levi began to pistol whip her some more. The younger woman sprinted off the couch and went outside. The older one was trying to help.

“Go get her!”

I sighed, but the thrill of the chase was fun. I took off after the daughter. She was about halfway down the long driveway already. Adrenaline is a son of a bitch. I chased, realizing if she got away, she could run into anyone at this point. She sprinted for a long time and finally hung a left into the woods.

I veered off, swinging around to get behind her. She was taking huge gulps of air as the fear and adrenaline mixed perfectly. She was looking everywhere for me. I got behind her and tackled her, knife pressed up against her throat.

“I love the outdoors too, but I think it’s time to get back inside.”

She groaned, a fiery rage built and exploded in the angry scream.

“Well shit, you’re a great screamer. But I bet that’s what everybody says.”

I marched her back in and there was silence except for a fork scraping a plate. Levi sat himself near the grandma and the mother or older daughter, who were now both bleeding and battered. Levi put the piece of toast he made in his mouth and ate some. He motioned for the younger girl to sit down.

“You want some toast?”

She declined, now more concerned with her bloody relatives.

“Your loss, this is pretty good.”

Levi continued to eat the toast without saying much.

“What now?” I said to break the silence.

We just need to wait for….

“Levi looked at the phone he took.”

“3 Minutes.”

Levi continued to eat, and then wiped his face with a napkin and pocketed it. Then we both heard the indistinct chatter and footsteps outside.

“Right on time. Please go greet our new guests.”

I walked outside, and sure enough, John and Debra, the older couple were walking up. They spotted me and stopped. At first, John thought I was one of his daughters.

“Oh, Kara, that’s…”

He shook his head.

“Uh… hello. Can we help you?”

I raised the pistol and smiled.

“Come on inside, Christmas dinner is almost ready.”

The fear flashed and they both put their hands up. Inside we went, where Debra ran over to her daughter and sister, I am assuming. It could be the in-law. I don’t know. I don’t worry about semantics too much. Now they were crying and John was aghast.

“What do you want?”

“Money. Duh. You have a safe? A secret stash? Give it up.” Levi commanded.

“Yeah, yeah sure pal, just don’t hurt us!”

John was escorted by Levi to a room and then walked out with a bag. Inside was plenty of money.

“Nice. Well, I think our job is done here. Now if you’ll be so kind pop to j-ugh!”

Without warning, John had gotten froggy and tackled Levi up against a wall and knocked the gun out of his hand. They tussled for a brief moment.

*BANG*

The gunshot was louder than I expected. It even startled me. But, John was now down, holding his leg which was bleeding heavily. Levi looked over at me and nodded, a surprised sigh of relief, almost like he was so stunned he didn’t believe it. He chuckled and walked over to me, throwing his arm around me and kissing my head through the mask.

“Baby you’re the greatest.”

The women screamed and were frantic but the guns waved at them again silenced them.

“Why do you people have to be so stubborn? Now… as I was about to say, before I was rudely interrupted, you could have taken your seat on the couch pops. But now look at you.

“Please just go. You’ve taken everything!” Debra shouted.

Levi turned to me and gestured in her direction. I pointed the gun and thought about pulling the trigger.

“Nah. We’re just gonna go.”

“Thank you folks. You all have a Merry Christmas!”

With that, Levi and I left, owners a new smartwatch, a phone, and a lot of money.

I was so getting used to this.



I am so pleased to be in the presence of the golden child.

I see we’re going to have to play a little game because it’s how people taught you. I will tell you, like I told the Captain a while ago. I don’t care about who’s right or wrong or gets all their ducks in a row for information. This is not about that and never has been. But people like you just want to act like it’s the end all be all.

I was in your position once. And then it was taken from me. Taken because I wanted this to be about all of us, not just a few, not just the elite. But people like you continue to make it about a few people and not everyone. I was trying to save this place from being a boring waste that no one would want to come to. I wanted to make it open. I wanted people to earn things and give this place order amongst the chaos.

But it was taken from me and ever since then, I have been spinning my wheels. I will gladly admit that. I haven’t really felt like making this kind of effort since I lost the championship. Because really, the title hasn’t mattered to me. But now I fully understand its purpose. You see, if you were in immense physical pain and I were to tell you I’m a doctor, I think you’d want to see some kind of credentials, right? You wouldn’t just take my word that I’m a doctor. I mean, you got stabbed in the toe? Let me rub your neck with aloe vera! That’ll fix you right up. No, you’d need to verify this.

And the title was my verification.

Things were getting to the point where we were just starting to turn the corner and then boom, Crystal whoever steals the title from me and now I can scream at the top of my lungs about actually doing good, and it gets ignored. Because I don’t have the thing that I need. I was focused on trying to do things a different way, since they just don’t want me anywhere near the title again.

I accept that. I play by the rules I tried to set. I said we don’t hand out free title shots anymore, and I’m playing by that. Of course, that doesn’t apply to certain people who just love this re-run title reign of Crystal where she’s handing a title shot to her ex that she just wants to use and abuse one more time. No new faces, no fresh talent, just the same old, stupid shit.

And that is where you come in.

You are their one new person that they will hang their hat on and say “look, here’s a new person. See, we’re doing this the correct way.” I was in that position once. But I didn’t conform. I didn’t go out there and read my lines like a good soldier. I tested things. I challenged things. I wanted so much for this place, and they got afraid of me.

But it’s fine. They have you.

You are my replacement, Amelia.

You go out there and say all the right things, all the cool things. You’re hip and trendy. You probably think I’m just terrible for trying to do things and you’re going to put a stop to me changing this place. You are the future. You are… what do you say… you’re a problem! It’s so cool you could put it on a t-shirt and slap an SCW logo on it and it would sell like hotcakes.

You are exactly what they want. You’re the puppet they want. The cymbal playing monkey that winds up. You’ll do anything they tell you to do because you crave their approval.

No, Amelia, I respect the hustle. Everybody has their role to play and that’s yours. You do you. I’m here for it. I look forward to watching as you, under their thumb, rise to undeserved glory and fame because that’s how you get along. Quid pro quo. You play along, you get rewarded. I see it. I understand it.

And no, I know you really want to beat me to the punch on this, but I’m not jealous. If they picked you, they picked you. I didn’t get hand picked, I took what was in the way. I did it to make this place better. I seized this company by the throat and tried to drag it forward. I took people out of the game, and did it in style. I challenged the so-called “dominant” champion and had her running in circles trying to connect dots in a silly debate. And in the end, I lit her on fire and took her title.

You were here for that, weren’t you? You were a part of this company, right? What happened? Why didn’t you take the same opportunity I did? Why did you falter? Why were you left in the dust as I rose to the top? Where were you Amelia? You could have and should have been there right along with me. You and I, battling to get control and take the title. Why did you not make it?

I did all that and then some. And now you’ve come out of nowhere and suddenly you’re the it girl now? When did this happen? Where the hell was I when Amelia Reynolds took the company by storm? I’ll admit, I haven’t really been paying attention to you, or anything you’ve done because it’s really not worth talking about. What is there to talk about Amelia? You have done nothing, accomplished nothing in this company, but you’re a problem. You’ve got all this confidence based on… winning some matches I guess. And a loss to Mercedes Vargas.

Oh boy, I am quaking in my boots at the thought of this.

I had better things to do, bigger fish to fry and other opponents that I had made some arrangements for and then all of a sudden, it’s announced that I’m facing you at Inception. Like… hold up, when did this happen? I had plans and now they are once again on hold because I had to do something else.

At first, I didn’t like this in the slightest. I was ready to come out here and talk about how ridiculous it is that I didn’t get any notice, and then you would have said “Well I didn’t either and you can’t complain about that and OMG you’re such a loser!” I am fully aware of how plans change. It’s fine. But you know, since you need to win this debate, sure, you got it.

That strategy doesn’t really work, because I will lie, cheat and steal to get the things I need. I don’t need to be right, I don’t even need to believe I’m right. I can lie through my teeth just to make you think one thing. But as they say in the Exorcist,

“The Devil will mix lies with the truth to deceive.”

So I could sit here and say anything and you’d gobble it up, listening word by word for anything to give you an advantage, and then throw it back at me like you’re tossing out a good hand on the poker table. Read ‘em and weep! Gotcha!

You can have all the gotcha’s you want. This isn’t a debate. I’ll be wrong, I’ll be the bad guy and then what? I relish being the bad guy. Because I do things and say things no one else wants to. I make people uncomfortable. Right now, you are uncomfortable because you don’t know what I’m going to say. Or maybe you do. Does it make you feel like you’re in command of this situation?

No puppet, you dance when they pull your strings. You dance on command. I was doing everything to keep you free from those strings, but they want to fast track you to take the spot I once had. It’s fine. You do that. I’m just saying that it feels way better without the strings attached.

But here is the real treat for me. I get to beat you up and show them that their puppet isn’t as amazing as they want you to be. They really want you to beat me and then you can hold your head up high and continue to sell the whole “problem” thing you have going on. Again, no knock to the hustle. It’s marketable. Very corporate, very safe.

What isn’t marketable, what isn’t safe, is the rough, dirty, and difficult task of changing the landscape of this company. The real work in the trenches. It’s easy to just sit there and let the machine give you everything. Think about this. You are here as the next hottest thing. You beat me, you’ve beaten a former world champion. Well on your way to coming up short for a title match and then they move on to the next big thing.

But beating you? I slow down the machine to a crawl. I make the machine re-think its choice of you as its figurehead. I put your time in this company in jeopardy. I put you in a position you may never get out of. Then there’s no “problem” t-shirts. There’s no small children thinking of you as a role model. I can take all of that away.

This gets better and better for me the longer I think about. I have a chance to stick you straight up their asses and tell them to suck me off. How they had their chance at the best. I already proved it. But they want to settle for you? Well fuck that noise. No you’re going to get your ass beat. You don’t really want a problem with me. Because you think I’ve already peaked and now I cannot come back to that spot again. You think I’m about to be this easy win because you got a little moment on your side, a spring in your step. It’s all gonna be sunshine and rainbows.

No baby, we’re about to play in the fucking mud.

We’re going to get so dirty we’re gonna need to take a bath with a fucking pumice stone.

The captain followed me down here and fucking regretted it. I am filthy, Amelia. You don’t want to get this dirty. You need to be clean, smile brightly and flash the pearly whites. Fighting with me will leave you very very stained. Moist even. You don’t want to go to this level, but I will go lower. I will sink to new and fun lows that you don’t want to be a part of.

And when you’re down here with me, like you will be in two weeks… you’ll regret it. All that promotion, all that press, all that recognition? I’ll all be over. All it down the toilet. I will use your broken and sticky body as a ladder back to that place. I will put you on display. If this was medevel times, I would put your head on fucking pike.

But instead, I’ll have to settle for kneeing you in the fucking face. Maybe break your nose, or jaw, or whatever I see fit. You don’t control this situation. I do. I can do many really nasty things to you and ruin a lot more than just your rise to the top. I can ruin everything. You’re taking this risk and I’ll give you credit for that, but we both really know you’re doing it because they are telling you to.

Dance puppet, dance.

And when it’s over and you are laying there regretting poking the bear like this, you’ll have no one to blame but yourself. I have a destiny to fulfill, and at this point, after all the times being sidetracked? I don’t think I’m gonna take any responsibility for what does happen to you. I want you to think about that Amelia. I’m sure you’re jotting all this down.

Just star this shit, highlight it, make it a bullet on your document.

It’s not my fault what happens to you.

Trust me.

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Climax Control Archives / Chapter 9: Forensic Scene (Part 1/3)
« on: December 19, 2025, 11:58:52 PM »
I don't have many things to say.

It's Christmas time.

So why don't I share the story that brought me closer with the people I love.

Enjoy.


“What’s he doing?”

“He’s just sitting there.”

“Oh.”

I shrugged.

“So can we do this now?”

“No.”

Levi pulled the binoculars away from his face. He then looked down at his phone and saw the time read 11:42pm.

“We still got some time.”

We had driven up to where the tracker I put in Glen’s car had stopped. The Audi was pulled into a house in the Hollywood hills. It looked very nice, and very expensive. And much to my surprise, it was very open. There was only one large gate that was in the driveway, and some tall bushes lining it. There weren’t 20 armed guards patrolling or anything. It was just there. And with a view of the actual hills in front of it, and the narrow 2 line road with minimal traffic going up and down it. We were positioned like we were jungle soldiers in the bush, casing the house. We have been here for almost a week. We drove past it a couple of times, just to make sure that he actually returned here. And sure enough, he did.

We monitored Glen’s actions once he came home to ensure he stayed here. 3 days were quiet. Friday and Saturday, he had guests over for the weekend and a party of some sort. It would have been easy to perhaps get in during the party, but that wasn’t what we were after.

No, this was going to be one shot.

“He must have something good in there.” Levi said, going back to looking through the binoculars.

“What if he doesn’t?” I asked.

Levi looked down at me from the binoculars. He shrugged and sighed.

“Then I guess we kill him.”

Oh. Oh shit. Levi really had only said we should rob him. This was a big step up. And Levi had said that so non-challantly. Like it was no big deal. I had wrestled with this for a long time myself. Like, what would I do if given the chance. And here, the choice was made for me.

I felt for a second like that would be a waste. We spent a lot of time prepping to rob this man. We cased his house, bought ski masks, gloves, hoodies. Levi spent a day teaching me to pick locks in other… less fortunate neighborhoods. This is what we planned for. Robbing this man, teaching him a lesson. Not… murder.

“I don’t know - “

“SHH!”

Levi watched Glen through the binoculars again.

“Alright, he’s going into his bedroom, getting ready for bed. Get ready.”

I stood up, stretching to limber up. My heart was beginning to pump all the adrenaline I could ever want or need into my system.

“He’s going to the bathroom. Let’s go!”

We sprinted down the hill a short way, stopping at the edge of the road. We were under the cover of darkness, but one flashing headlight or nosy neighbor could spoil the whole thing. We waited. No signs of life. No one on the road. No one was outside. We dashed across the road and now, we were on the property.

From here on, we weren’t going to talk.

We moved to the bushes and it was a bit of a mess, but we were through them and racing around to the back. It was just like we practiced. There was no guard dog, no guards, just Glen, alone. Levi had seen on a previous run that there was a camera on the back door. And the front door, even blocked by the gate, was still way too visible. The back door was under a roof, protected from the elements and out of view unless you were really, really looking for it.

Levi went into the backpack we brought, and pulled out some black spray paint. He shook the can, and sprayed, right as I got to the door. I had my lockpicking tools at the ready. But we were racing against the clock. The idea was we needed to be in before he got out of the shower. I poked and prodded around and felt the clicks, and then the unlocking sound hit our ears. I gave Levi the thumbs up as he sprayed one last little spot, ensuring we were not seen.

I lightly pushed the door and it gently and quietly opened. Levi was in, and then I followed closing the door as softly as I could. There was a slight squeak, but we could both hear the shower going. We were right on time. We were in the kitchen and straight ahead was the living room.

We looked around, some nice trinkets that maybe we could sell, but the bags we had were only so big. It wasn’t like we were going to take a TV or anything. Just shit that was worth something. Levi was gently tapping on various surfaces, checking for anything hidden. He studied the bookcases and the media shelves.

Then the water shut off. I waved frantically to get Levi’s attention and Levi saw and crouched down. We both waited and the only sounds were of Glen dicking around in the bathroom, perhaps shaving or something, and then the door opened. He walked out and Levi moved as silently as possible to keep an eye on him. Levi crouched in the dark and his foot must have hit something. A small bang was clear enough for me to hear it.

I heard at first the curious footsteps and then manic ones as Glen was moving in the bedroom. I moved up slightly to by close to the wall as I heard the sound of a pistol cocking.

“Who’s there!?”

Glen shouted as he marched bravely out to where Levi was crouched. Glen flipped on a light as I ducked my head back around the corner. My heart was racing. Had we fucked this up that easily? Did he see me? This is all bad now.

Glen searched around the corner where Levi was, I heard his voice get slightly farther away. And then…

*Crack*

I heard the sound. Glass breaking. The groans and then a struggle beginning. Suddenly, a pistol was swatted into the kitchen where I was. The two were fighting and someone lost a gun. I raced over, picked it up as I saw Glen in his bathrobe on top of Levi. Glen turned hearing my footsteps to spot me, and that is when Levi plunged his knife into the leg and thigh of Glen.

AGHHH!

Glen screamed and fell down, holding his leg. I rushed over, my hand over Glen’s mouth to silence the yells. Glen attempted to fight me as well, but a little push on the handle of the knife and then my own knife to his throat stopped his fight.

“Money. Safe. Jewelry? Hurry up!” Levi whispered as he gathered his wits. I moved my hand so that Glenn could speak.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I don’t Aghhh! Mphh…”

I pushed a little on Levi’s knife which was still in Glenn’s leg. Blood was slowly seeping out of that with every pull.

“Not gonna ask twice.”

I pressed my knife against Glenn’s throat as I began to notice that more and more blood was going around the leg, and soaking my pants. I looked down, and then pulled Levi’s knife out in one hard pull.

“AGHHH FUCK!’

I covered his mouth again. I tossed Levi his knife, and then saw even more blood coming out. I looked down at the wound and then at Glenn.

“That’s pretty nasty.”

I removed my hand from his mouth as Levi approached, now with the gun, pointed at Glen’s head. I was now looking at the wound on his thigh.

“Aghh!”

“Shut up, you big baby. Move your hands.”

I slapped his hands away and investigated the wound. It wasn’t bad, but yeah he was losing some blood, but if treated fairly quickly, he’d be okay.

“Well, damn. Look like you hit the Femoral artery. Well, my dude, you have about… I’d say about 3 minutes before you bleed out. I can give you something to stop the bleeding, but you’re gonna have to make a choice. Live with a few less dollars, or die rich.”

What? I…

“Clock’s ticking.”

Okay! Okay! 2nd floor, hallway on the bookshelf. A Safe. Combination is … 0…45….21.

Levi rushed upstairs as I pressed on the wound just to make it look like I was doing something. Levi returned with his bag full, almost to the brim.

“Got it.”

I pressed up off of Glenn, keeping his gun and saluting him with it. I started to leave, Levi handed me the bag.

“Take it, I got his.”

I didn’t bother to object. My heart was still racing. Levi walked back in as I sprinted across the road under the cover of darkness and then I waited.

*BANG*

The loud noise startled me. Levi came sprinting out and soon we were in the car and driving. The rush was unbelievable. We inspected the goods. Money, jewels, weed and cocaine.

“Well, that’s a good haul. He won’t miss it.”

I knew what Levi had done. He didn’t need to say anything about it. I was just happy this part was over. But now… I wanted more.

“Can we do this again?”

Levi looked at an smiled.

“You got it, baby.”


The last time I saw you Alexandra, was a battle royal. And I beat you.

Truth be told, I haven’t thought about you since.

Because for the longest time, you have been floating along and unable to do anything with the opportunities given to you over and over. You are very lucky that I am no longer the Bombshell’s champion, because the rules I was getting ready to lay down would have prevented you from getting anything because the facts are in:

You are an underachiever.

You should have ascended to the top of the ladder by now, and yet, you’re happy to just scrape on by, and be handed a match with Alicia Lukas, and you’re telling everyone you’re not going to “waste this opportunity” But the question I have for all that confidence is… where the hell did it come from? You accomplished nothing in the past year. And now it’s 99% complete and NOW you want to act like you’re going to end the year on a high note? Or that things have somehow changed?

Why? Because you beat Victoria Lyons for the first time in a long time? Or because you won some other match, or maybe even two matches in a row? Well bless my soul for the holidays Alexandra. I suppose we should through you a parade because you stopped being complacent and actually won a couple matches here and there to start building momentum.

It’s been rough since I lost the title. I mean, beating Candy is something only Kayla Richards would brag about until she realized how dumb it sounded. And last week? Do you think I needed to beat Bella to accomplish anything Alex? Bella needed that win. Bella was about to end up in the same place you are currently.

 Middle of the road.

You’re floating along and already declaring “this is my year” and we haven’t even gotten to New Year’s yet. 2025 was not your year, and 2026 will be just as mediocre for you. You know why? Because you are trying to convince yourself that things are going to be different. You’re trying to tell yourself that you can do better, and you’re going to do better, and that’s where it ends. Because you have done nothing to make anyone believe that you are any different. You just say these things and you don’t mean them. You want someone to reassure you that you are, but you know you’re not.

Because if this mattered to you like that? If this was a serious attempt? You’d have done it long ago. You wouldn’t be sitting here saying you’re going for it, you’d be doing it. And winning two matches in a row, before I beat you, and then Alicia Lukas probably beats you too and carries on with her nonsense… that just doesn’t do it for me. It doesn’t convince me.

It just makes me think that you want to get the results without the work.

And you see, this is why I was going to have to pay special attention to you after having the title, because I understood as the ruler of the division, I had to bring everyone up to a certain level. And you… you may have been the biggest project. I wouldn’t be wasting my time with Bea or Seleana, people we both know are not at the level and won’t ever get there anyway. No, I mean the people who had something, and yes, you do have something, Alexandra. I saw it. But to bring it out? That would have required a lot of work, and I was willing to work with you. I was willing to help you make something of yourself and finally rise to the level you always wanted.

What do you think I just did with Bella?

This is all part of the dream that they decided to take from me. It was part of the change I was working so hard to get. I was trying so hard to make this place better and not fucking boring, and you see how well that’s going now that I’m not champion. It would have been so fucking good Alexandra. And you would have benefitted.

But now, now that they took it from me. I have to start all over again. And that means sacrifices have to be made. People have to die so that others may live. I have to reach the top of the mountain and regain control. You are standing in my way Alexandra. You have your stupid title shot already. You know what I have? NOTHING.

I have a stupid match with… whatever Reynolds girl because she’s the new flavor of the month and oh boy everybody gonna want to see this match and it fucking sucks. No one in this company understood or understands what I’ve been trying to do this whole time and instead, they are afraid of what I’m doing. They are afraid of change.

So all that new year, new me bullshit you’re doing? It’s just like all the rest.

I’m going to fucking save you from yourself Alexandra. I’m going to stop this madness before it spreads any further. I have to get back on track and get this place where it needs to be, and I really don’t care how it happens. And that’s why you should be very, very wary Alexandra.

I mean, my match isn’t for anything. You have a title shot. And… what happens if you get hurt? What happens if you have a broken arm, or neck? What if you land on your head, or my knee breaks your nose and stuff? You see, this is very dangerous for you. Things are very precarious right now for you.

You can’t stand in the way of my destiny Alexandra.

It could end horribly for you. And that would be terrible, given this is a charity show, and we’re so close to the holidays. Can you imagine?

I sure can.

Trust me

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Climax Control Archives / Chapter 8: L.A. Woman (Part 4/4)
« on: December 05, 2025, 11:58:44 PM »
I hope you’re happy.

Did I do a good job for you? Did you enjoy what you made me do to Candy?

That is all your fault.  I just want you to know that’s on your head, not mine.

And before we get into this next part of the story…

Kayla?

Captain?

Enjoy your victory lap. I know you need all the aura you can get after last time.

But I miss you.

Please come play with me again. You had me masturbating the last time we got together. I’d love to do it again. I’ll have some sticky fingers waiting just for you.

Anyway, let’s keep going. Because we’re starting to get good. So get used to being comfortable in the uncomfortable.

It’s where I thrive.

Trust me.


My goal was simple.

I was going to go to Glen’s house. I needed revenge. I needed to take him down a peg for trying to kill me. I knew where he lived now, and I knew when and where I could strike. All I had to do was go there.

But a sudden spell on conscience came over me. I mean, I hadn’t really had a problem stabbing people. But, I was always aware of the wounds I inflicted being non-fatal. I was trying to hurt people, not… not kill them. So, what was I going to actually do when I was there. I break in, I attack him, and then? Then I end his life? What if he has security? What if he has bodyguards and what if I get caught? What if I die? Was it really worth it? At worst, I would die, but the more likely outcome was I’d get caught, and possibly arrested.

I was weighing my options. There were a lot of hurdles. Having to get there, and then find some way in, and hope to God there weren't any other obstacles. That was if everything went smoothly. But when the hell does every plan go smoothly? In almost every scenario I played out in my head, the negatives far outweighed the positives. It really was not worth it to try and attack this man, all things considered.

But he was the reason I was out here. He was the reason I was now stranded. So clearly, he had to pay for that.

But was stabbing him enough? No? What would be enough? That was the real question.

I spent several days in Los Angeles and found myself on the infamous Skid Row.

A homeless shanty town. Filled with drug dealers, prostitutes, failed actors, actresses, addicts, and other forms of degenerate people. People might think it’s the worst place on earth. Many there are simply homeless because they have no job, and can’t afford the high rent. Which, I perhaps could have, but it’s just not sustainable.

People lined up for food, which after a little investigation, turned out to be expired food that was about 3 months old. I could afford to eat properly so that really wasn’t an issue for me, but it was for many. But it wasn’t like I truly cared about these people. I felt that sense I hadn’t felt in a long time. I was better than these people. I wasn’t here because I was hooked on a drug, or starving. I was here simply because I didn’t have a place to stay, and a hotel, motel or an apartment was out of the question. So I was better off.

But still, I was in this spot and couldn’t really figure a way out of it.

Until I saw him.

I saw him a few times off and on on Skid Row. He was covered in tattoos, and looked dangerous even at a glance. He was every stereotype a mother would warn her children about. He looked dirty. He looked unclean.

Fuck he was hot.

I ended up buying a tent and staying in it for a while, still trying to figure out my next move. I would leave the fold open most of the time so that I could see what was going on, if anything, but.. I also wanted to see if the guy would come back. And sure enough, he did. We made eye contact. Then it became the two of us staring at each other. It was long, it was uncomfortable almost. But it was magic.

I was falling right back into the Eddie situation after all this time.

And I was perfectly fine with it.

I pretended to be focused on other things, but the whole time I kept my eye on him. He was smoking a cigarette, which I wasn’t sure if it made him more attractive or not. It was something though. I was fixated. I was hooked. Yes, this was what I needed.

I was playing with my knife when I could sense him walking towards me. I kept my head down, but my eyes were watching those boots walk towards me. He stopped a few feet away and I looked up. We both exchanged knowing looks.

“Hi.” He said with a gruff, gravely voice.

Fuck. That was hot too.

“Hey.” I replied back.

“That’s a nice knife. You uh… plan on using it?”

“ Yeah. Just haven’t found the right time.” I said coyly. We were both well aware of what the other was doing.

“My name’s Levi.”

“Frankie.”

“Frankie? Must be short for something. Francine? Franchesca? Maybe just Fran?”

“Franchesca.”

“Nice.”

“What is Levi short for?”

“It’s not. It’s short enough. It’s just Levi.”

“Your parents named you after pants?” I said with a sly grin.

“Maybe.” He said with a soft chuckle.

“So what brought you out here?” He asked, sitting himself down next to me. I felt the butterflies in my stomach as he did so. He smelled like smoke and… probably garbage, but then again, so did I. It wasn’t like there were showers around anywhere. But everything still felt so right.

“A missed opportunity. But, I don’t know anymore. I don’t know where my life is going.”

“Do you want to stay here?”

“I can leave anytime I want to. But, I don’t have a place to go. That’s a lot of people’s problem here. In a place like this, where there’s so many places to go, and yet, no where to go.”

“Yeah. What was the opportunity you missed?”

“Thought I might have had a job opportunity. Turns out, I was nearly killed.”

“Rough. So, what happened?”

“Tried to take me out of town, probably dump me somewhere and then bury me. Took my car and everything.”

“Damn.”

He sat there a moment, and then put his hand on my shoulder. My heart was aflutter.

“So, you want to go get this guy?” He asked, almost non-chalantly.

I perked up. But then sighed again.

“I wish.”

“I take it that’s what the knife is for?”

“Yeah, but… I dunno, I already stabbed him a couple of times. I just don’t feel like I completed the job.”

He shrugged.

“You can’t leave a job unfinished.”

“But at the end, like… what do I do?”

“So… this guy, he wronged you, right?”

“Yeah.”

“He offered you a job, so he must be rich right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then, he must have some good shit, right?”

“I assume.”

“Do you know where he is?

“I know where he lives. I put one of those tracking things in his car.”

Levi smiled wide.

“So, let’s go rob his ass.”

I stopped for a moment and took in what Levi had suggested.

“You’d do that with me?”

“Absolutely. Mother fucker wronged you, tried to kill you. I say, we go there, we break in, and we have some fun.”

“What if he has bodyguards and stuff?”

“Living out here? You gotta be mega rich for that shit. You’re not from around here, are you?”

“Nope.”

“Neither am I, but I’ve been here long enough to know, he ain’t got that many guards, if any. I say we pay him a visit. That could be our ticket out of the Row.”

Levi then put his arm around my shoulders. It was like he knew what I needed right then and there. Re-assurance that this was the correct action.

“Fuck it. Let’s go.”

Levi and I stood up together, and walked down the street.

“Do you know where he is?”

“Yeah.”

I pulled out my phone, and although the battery was dying, I showed him the app and the location of the tracker. Sure enough, it was stationary right where it was last time.

“Cool, wait here, I’ll get us a car.”

“Wait what?”

Levi only winked at me and disappeared around a corner. It felt like an hour, but it was only like 10 minutes, and then, he just pulled around in a black Honda Civic. He beeped the horn for me to get in.

“Where did you get this?”

“Borrowed it.” He replied with a wink.

That was good enough for me.

“Nice.”

I looked around the car, and clearly none of the things in the car were Levi’s. This was some girl’s car. Fruity smelling air-freshener. Blankets, some pop station playing, and it was somewhat clean. I didn’t know how Levi got this car, but I wasn’t about to argue.

In fact, that made it a lot hotter than he could do this.

“Let’s pay this dude a little visit.”





I see what you're doing here.

If this is the way you want it. I'm going to make this very uncomfortable.


Listen, Bea…

I understand why we’re both here. You’ve been here and I’ve had to fight my way up from the bottom. Like I said, it’s what I deserve, and where I’m happy to fight up from. You practically fucking live here. You’re just a permanent resident in the bottom of the barrel. But I must commend you for trotting yourself out there each and every week, only to get beat and be on that hamster wheel style of career. So much effort to go absolutely nowhere.

I don’t know if I could do that half as well as you. That is the role you play and look, I hate to break it to you, but they want you gone too. They want you eliminated. Why do you think this is all of a sudden a hardcore match? Why do you think they want us to bruise and batter each other with weapons? They obviously don’t think you have much of a chance and have added you simply for decoration. Do you get that? You really don’t matter in this match. You will get you ass kicked, and be right back in the same place you always are.

And that’s what they’re happy with. They are happy with you, all the way down here.

If you happen to catch a lucky break or something, and win here and there, they don’t mind. But they want you controlled. They want you where they can keep an eye on you. I wouldn’t be doing that if I was in charge. Just so you know. If people had listened to me, you would have been better off. Those restraints would be much, much looser.  Just some food for thought. I’m still going to beat you up, but this is a learning experience for you. This is what you should strive for. Not handout, but taking the opportunity and making it work for you. Take this shit by the throat, seize the moment after this one is over, Bea. You have my blessing.

I understand this will be difficult for you, but at the end of the day, this is going to make you better. You understand? Better. So that way, some day you can stop being the bottom of the ladder, and work your way up to the top of the bottom of the ladder.

You know, baby steps.

Just think about this Bea. I’m only trying to help.

But the real star of this show is you, Bella.

Look, I wanted much more for you. But I get it. People keep getting in your way. I mean, if it was up to me, you’d be first in line to have a championship opportunity against Crystal Whoever. I was pounding the table for Bella Madison. I was hoping you’d come out on top in the tournament and then we could really open people’s eyes.

But, you failed.

But, that’s okay. I still was clamoring for you, to step forward, challenge Crystal and get what you deserve. Get what you are after. What you’ve worked so hard for. You should have had that moment.

And then you didn’t take it.

Now, I get it. I get it, more people are in your way. Namely fucking Seleana for some reason. And you’re stuck down here with me. Because they only want you to go so far, Bella. They want you to stay in this little world where you’re the star. Hardcore warrior! You beat people with weapons. Yeah, that’ll satisfy your bloodlust. It will make you feel like you’re gaining ground when it comes to this little game.

But in reality, you’re going nowhere either.

You’re down here, with Bea, and me. I fell off the top, Bea lives here. But you? You should be a lot further than you are. You should be in a better spot. Did you ever stop to ask why this is going on, Bella? Why aren’t you challenging for the Bombshell’s title right now? Why are they skipping over you?

I told you all from the start that they are just set in their ways, and I was trying to hard to change this place for the better. Think about it. I win the title and instantly, you become a contender, you make it to the finals of the tournament. And now that you know who is champion… look where we are.

We’re better than this Bella.

Well, now that I think about it, I am better than this, and you can be.

That’s right, you can be, but each time you were given something, you threw it away. It is only just now that you have seen this. I hope you are truly listening to me. I hope that you listen and don’t think I’m trying to bullshit you. I mean, maybe I’m gassing you up a little, but at the end, it wasn’t because of me that you made it to the finals. You can do that just fine.

So I figure that if maybe, just maybe I can give you that little push over the edge, you can become more.

Look, a kendo stick, a chair, a chair, a table, something sharp? Something metal, something that hurts. All of that, that I can beat you with, is to help you. I’m trying to help you, Bella. Look, I’m getting jerked around to and now all of sudden I was hit with the news that I have to wrestle Aiden Reynolds.

But you? What are they giving you?

Some random hardcore match that will mean zero in a couple of weeks? You beat up Bea? Do you see what that’s going to get you? Nothing. It’s not impressive, it’s just made to make it FEEL impressive. I say you need to take this beating, and then take charge of your career. Bust some heads and make your own opportunity.

You can do it. You can do much better than your mother.
I beat her, and I will beat you too.

But don’t let that stop you.

This is for your own good.

Trust me.

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Climax Control Archives / Chapter 8: L.A. Woman (Part 3/4)
« on: November 21, 2025, 11:59:51 PM »
I hope you’re happy.

You tried your best to ruin this beautiful thing I had going.

I’m trying to do something here, and you do not see the forest for the trees.

It’s clear to me that you don’t want to change. You like the comfortable. You like the pattern. You like the control.

And I am the polar opposite.

“Oh, I wonder what made Frankie this way? I wonder why she is the way she is. Why is she trying so hard to disrupt things?”

I’ve been telling you this whole time. It’s clear to me that you just don’t understand. Or you haven’t been paying attention.

You voted for me to win most hated. You put me in that light. But I don’t really care. I’m not here to be loved. I’m here to change things. I’m here to wake people up and make them uncomfortable.

We could have done this the easy way.

But, I see I have no alternative.

I’m about to make things very, very uncomfortable for you.



I pretty much had nothing.

I had to start over again. I needed a new phone, since the old one was now gone when it flew out of my pocket. Luckily Sherman Oaks was a place that had the basic amenities that I needed. One trip to the nearest T-Mobile store, and I had a new phone, a new number and a way to get where I needed to go.

I just downloaded the uber app and an hour later, I would be in Los Angeles.

Because this was now personal. Glenn was trying to do something to me for some reason, maybe he had done this to other people, but I wasn’t about to let him do it to me.

No, this was the time for revenge.

I contemplated just how I could do this on the ride over. I’m sure the driver wasn’t too thrilled with me just checking things on my phone and not paying attention to his attempts at small talk. I ignored him most of the ride and we drove in this awkward silence for 25 minutes. As I had a habit of doing, I did say things out loud to no one in particular so there would be a random “Good.” or “Gotcha”. Probably scared him a little bit.

The driver dropped me off in front of the Mica Studios building. Now we were going to play a little game.

I entered the building as part of one of the tourist tours. They went on about the history of the building and how many things had played there and I didn’t really care. I was able to break away from the tour and make my way to the office buildings. I simply walked in like I was supposed to be there. I noticed during a lot of my life that if you just act like you’re supposed to be there, most people don’t question it. I walked the halls, I entered break rooms and bought myself a gatorade from the vending machine. Just act like you belong.

And sure enough, I actually found Glenn’s office. But of course, he wasn’t in. But that didn’t really matter. I knew where he worked, so now, we just played the waiting game. I left and walked out with the information I needed. Glenn worked in the building and he did have an office.

For the next 3 days, I camped outside the building. Mica studios is actually fairly close to the Los Angeles open door mission. So, I managed to stay there, get some food, and shower. But each day, I watched for Glenn to return to work. 3 days went by and Glenn never showed up. I was beginning to lose hope until finally, the 4th day, the Audi pulled in. I watched Glenn get out and now I had my target. An additional few days were needed to study, but I was there. Glenn would do the same thing each day. He’d get out, go into work, and then go out for lunch at the same time. 1:15 every day. I saw that he would return with a Burger King bag every day as well.

He had a spot. Good.

Finally, I made the move I needed to. I approached the car in the lot and used my knife to poke some tiny holes in the rear tire. It would require him to stop. I watched as Glenn pulled out after work and the noticeable thumping made him slow down. And then, a couple of blocks from the studios was a gas station. He pulled in.

It was my chance.

Glenn changed the tire and put all his tools away and decided he would pump some gas. The pump must have told him he needed to pay inside. He went in, but haphazardly, he left the driver’s side door open from where he stepped out.

Bingo.

I watched as he entered the gas station, and full on sprinted to the car. The door was open enough, and I climbed in. Into the backseat I went, and made myself as small as possible to avoid him seeing me. And sure enough he never noticed. He pumped his gas and got back in his car. Night had come so I was pretty much hidden.

Glenn drove around, and stopped at a red light.

I stood up in the backseat. Knife pointed at the back seat.

Glenn glanced in the backseat through the rear-view mirror and screamed.

“HOLY SHIT!”

“Hi Glenn.”

My hard reached around to his should, and the knife pushed through and poked him in the back.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!”

“I’m enjoying the ride.”

I pressed the knife’s tip harder into the seatback.

“Drive. Or I’ll kill you right now.”

“YOU GOT THIS…”

“Shut up. And drive.”

The light was green and we drove further down the road. We were going to have so much fun. Revenge was going to be so sweet.

We drove for a few blocks.

“What do you want?” He had finally clamed down.

“You tried to take everything from me, Glenn. So now we’re going to play a little game.”

“I don’t even know you!”

“But I know you.”

Glenn drove and continued on until we were in a pretty rural area. Not a lot of cars anymore.

“Pull over” I commanded.

“You’re never going to get away with this.”

“I’m not trying to. The way I see it, maybe we’ll both go down in a blaze of glory.”

“WHAT?”

Glenn had his hands up and was jutting forward with the knife tip poking him after pulling over.

“You heard me. But first, I need to know something. What was your plan?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Flip on the dome light.”

He did so and saw my face.

“Oh! It’s you! Thank god! I thought you were dead.”

“You tried to kill me, Glenn.”

“No! Oh god no! I wouldn’t do that! I swear I thought you were perfect to help me cast this role and look at some sites, that’s all!”

“Where is my car Glenn?”

“I.. Uh… It’s back at the…”

I jammed the tip further.

“OW! Fuck! Okay! Okay listen! It was a big misunderstanding.”

“I know.”

I pulled back and stabbed the knife through the backseat, into Glenn’s back and kidney. He screamed as I pulled the knife back and stuck him a few more times, the sound of the knife stabbing through flesh was an oddly satisfying noise. Glenn started beeping the horn, and that’s when I had to move. I bolted from the car, and ran off into an alley. Glenn put the car in gear and drove off. Glenn wasn’t going to chase me, but I wasn’t done with him, not by a long shot.

I placed a tiny GPS in his car. It was attached to my new phone.

I was going to find Glenn and hit him where it hurt the most.
Where he was safest.

We were going to pay him a visit at home.


I see the plan here.

I was such a threat to you, such a disruptor of the norm, that after you sent the most undeserving person and bought into her bullshit hook, line and sinker. Again. What more do you want me to say? Everything was going to be so perfect, everything was going to be better.

But no.

Instead, now we’re right back where we started with this horseshit. Are you happy? Are you satisfied with the state of things? Things needed to change and instead, now we’re back at square one and everyone is going to slip right back into that comfortable, complacent state they were in before I got here.

This is what you wanted, because it’s what you know. I’m trying to help you, Sin City Wrestling. Why are you doing this? Why are you so resistant to the change you need?

And it’s all because you think I needed the title to get my point across.

I’m going to speak to you, directly, Bombshell’s locker room:

Are you happy with this? Are you happy where you are? Are you jumping for joy now that Crystal is the champion and is about to have some probably cupcake run to try and somehow untaint her legacy of betrayal and being a piece of shit person?

I was giving you all the opportunity to step up and be great. There were such good plans, and when one of you eventually took the title from me, you would have earned it. It would have helped you and you would have understood what I was trying to do. You would have thanked me because of how much better this place would have been.

Instead? We’re stuck for a little while.

No, I’m not going to sit here and piss and moan about a rematch. No, I follow my own rules. I’m at the bottom. I know I’m at the bottom because I lost the title. And I know I’m at the bottom, because you decided that I must face Candy upon my return.

Candy.

Are… are you serious?
Candy?

Do you not like her?
Do you want me to hurt her?
Do you want me to put her on the shelf yet again?
Why are you doing this to her?

Look, Candy, I don’t really care about you. You are not important enough to remember or even bother with. I could, if I wanted to, completely take out of this game with the snap of my fingers. I could ruin you forever. And honestly, that’s what they want. They think they are letting me get my frustrations out and that I’ll feel good about hurting you and taking you apart piece by piece.

But I won’t.

I won’t because you are just a name. A person. Insignificant to the bigger picture here. I literally can’t go any further down than this. Losing to you, just means I stay at the very bottom. There is literally nowhere to go but up. Because this is a punishment for me, Candy. This is what they think of me. And it’s what they think of you. You see that right, Candy? They will give a whole bunch of other people random, undeserved chances, and yet you? Me? We have to work our way up. There’s a ton of people in this company who don’t see the forest for the trees, and won’t bat an eyelash at people just getting leapfrogged over them.

This is the type of shit I’m trying to stop Candy.

I am on a mission and I cannot allow you to stop me simply because you are my opponent. I have a destiny, and because I have a destiny, and you are in the way, I cannot be held responsible for what happens. That’s the risk you are taking by being in the ring with me. I’m just not in the mood to completely wipe you off the roster for good. I have a bigger plan that was almost ruined by incompetence. I’m here to change things for the better and it’s obvious that this company doesn’t want to change.

And that means I have beat you, Candy.

I have to get back on track, and continue to show the people in charge that I am the way. I am the only person capable of changing this company and they just sent their best to put an end to my plan. But while I was derailed, it was only temporary. They were terrified of what I was doing Candy. And so you have been placed in the line of fire, for no good reason. You have to stand across from me.

And what do they expect from you?

You don’t really think they expect you to win, right? You don’t think they’re giving you a chance, do you? Because they really aren’t. They’re lining you up to slaughter. That’s the whole idea. You are a sacrificial lamb so to speak. They obviously don’t care for you and want to see you get destroyed. There is no other reason that this match should exist. Literally not. They want you to get hurt.

But again, I’m not going to do that.

I could, but it serves no purpose. It won’t change anything if I do that or not. A win needs to be a win. I had that opportunity to really put my foot down on the throat of this division and I fucked it up.

So now, we improvise.

Having said this Candy, we are done after this match. You will lose, I will win, and then apparently I will have to play the waiting game while some rando gets a championship match they do not deserve and I will have to climb the highest mountain. You, can go on with your career, not that it means much to you anyway.

But just so we’re clear, if you decide to try and get in my way after this… I will not be so benevolent.

Trust me.

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Supercard Archives / Chapter 8: L.A. Woman (Part 2/4)
« on: November 07, 2025, 11:55:45 PM »
I didn’t want to have to do this, you know.

I didn’t want to be the one to have to do this.

I mean, don’t get me wrong. I am going to enjoy the fuck out of it. But I thought that someone else would just do it first and we wouldn’t be in this mess. But I suppose there is no one more qualified at this point, is there? You all had your chances and you failed. So now, the burden falls on me.

Fine.

But I want all of you to cheer for me. I want all of you to sing my praises. I want all of you, who are sick of Crystal, to thank me for what I’m about to do to her.

I will do exactly what you all have been wanting someone to do to Crystal for a very long time. And I’m going to do it because it needs to be done.

But what you don’t get to do is question my methods. You don’t get to question the end result. You have lost that privilege. You had your chance to prevent this and didn’t do it. So now I will. I will do what needs to be done.

I’m doing this for all of you.

You are making me do this.

All of you are as guilty as Crystal. You could have prevented this, but you didn’t. Now I’m taking the action you want me to.

Remember that.

I will do what is necessary.

I am good at that.

Trust me.




Before I left, I had to do late night shopping and find a dress and heels.

I had to look professional.

I hadn’t ever really worn heels and I always found them uncomfortable when I did. I didn’t go to my prom, I didn’t really have boyfriends outside of Eddie. And Eddie never really gave a shit what I looked like. I didn’t even wear heels at the strip club. I always wore boots. High heels were a different thing.

Nothing I saw looked appealing to me. I didn’t want to dress like a stripper, despite that being my actual job, but really, dresses were not my thing. I had to try and find something. Heather helped me look and would constantly press dresses against me and tell me it looked cute, but I never saw the appeal. I had no desire for this, but then I remembered that being a stripper meant I knew what people liked to see.

So if I couldn’t be naked, I needed to accentuate my body to where it was nice to look at.

The dress had to be about thigh level. It needed to seem accessible. I didn’t want a deep cut, but one tight enough to push my chest out. Gotta use what you got. The heels just had to match, and not kill my feet to walk in. Hair down, but back.

This was so much work, but what the hell, if it worked, then it worked.

I woke up very early and packed a few things, in case of a long stay. You always plan for shit like that. I hugged Heather and then, boom, I was on the road. Driving in… whoever’s car this was. It had been a few days and wasn’t reported as stolen. At least I never saw anything about it. It was like 1am when I left, because it was a 7 hour drive to Los Angeles. I had never driven this distance before and it sucks the life right out of you. I had gotten enough sleep but, I decided to stop off at a gas station and get some coffee to keep myself going. I had to be there by 10am. I just drove and kept up with traffic. Sure it was late, or early, whichever you want to call it, but the sun was above the horizon, I know that much.

I took the most direct route which was driving through the parks and forest region of central California. I amused myself with wondering if I would see bigfoot or something. But then I also began to wonder what the hell this Glen dude actually did or wanted. Because the truth was I did not remember even speaking to him or him giving me the card because I was too drunk, or drugged, or both to remember any of it.

But he seemed to remember.
Or did he?

Thinking about it as I drove I felt that sense of foreboding. I can’t imagine that I did or said anything that would impress this man to the point where he would want to hire me. Like… for anything. He said he could make use of my talents. Or could use someone like me. What the hell did that even mean?

The drive was long, but at least it looked kinda pretty. But after 6 and a half hours I arrived. I had made pretty good time. It was 9am and I was now in LA. I drove around, trying to find this building and finally, I made it.

Mica Studios

I walked into the place and it was pretty packed. I looked around and realized that this wasn’t just a movie studio. It was an event venue. It hosted all kinds of things. There were people from all over, and a lot of tourists since the building was an attraction. I needed to change, so I brought my dress and shoes into the bathroom and changed. The dress rode up even higher than I anticipated, but it could be useful. I clumsily walked through in heels but it didn’t matter. I was about to speak to reception when my phone buzzed.

A text from Glenn

“Are you here?’

I replied “Yes. Waiting in the lobby.”

A few moments later he responded with “change on plans. Can you meet me outside? I’m in the Audi.”

I shrugged and went outside. Sure enough, a few moments later, a black Audi pulled up. The rear window went down and a smiling man waved.

“You must be Franchesca.”

“Yeah.”

“Great. Uh, where your car?” 

“In the lot. The blue Subaru.”

“Do you have the keys?”

Yeah… why?

“I’ll have my guy take it to my lot. It’s right where we’ll be today.”

Another guy got out of the car and approached me, hands out, expecting my keys. My stomach began to knot up. Why would he want to meet here and then go somewhere else? Isn’t this his office? What was happening? I did not feel good about this at all. Glen clearly saw that.

“It’s very busy at the office. I figured we’d do a lunch meeting. No need to worry.”

Usually when someone says that, you should absolutely worry. I didn’t know how to feel about this. What if this was a bad thing? What if something happens? I could die right here and no one would know.

But, this was a chance. I mean, the whole car thing may have been a huge mistake and maybe I was worrying too much. The guy answered the phone. He texted me. He made it sound like he was in control of a lot. My gut still said that I should not do this.

“I can just follow you if that’s okay?” I finally said. Glen looked confused and sad.

“I swear this is legit. I know, it might look weird, but I’ve got to scout some locations after this, so I won’t be coming back around to this area. My guy will bring it to you when we’re done. Promise.”

It still sounded weird. But I had my knife. I had my phone. I was prepared should something happen. At least I wouldn’t go down without a fight. I had my spare clothes in my backpack. Plus… it really wasn’t my car.

I finally sighed and handed over the keys. I went to take a seat on the side opposite Glen, but he gestured for me to get in the front seat.

“You can ride shotgun.”

I finally shrugged again and entered the passenger seat. This was so odd. Every alarm bell in my head was going off. Glenn was right behind me. I wasn’t too thrilled, but I wasn’t thinking anything of it. Glen was looking down at his phone as we pulled off.

We drove for what seemed like a really long time. Glen was making small talk, asking how I liked LA, where I was from, things like that. And I noticed we were getting to a more and more remote area. This did not look good.

There was a small diner that I noticed. I guessed that was where we were going.

But we drove past it.

That’s when all the alarm bells went off.

Glen wasn’t really speaking to me much. So. I needed to make a move.

The car finally came to a stop at a red light. I pretended to sneeze multiple times, causing the driver and Glen to lower their guard. In a flash, I unbuckled the seatbelt and pushed the car door open. I flung myself out much to their surprise. I ran, kicking off my heels to run faster.

“COME BACK!”

I heard the shout and then the sounds of footsteps rapidly chasing me. I looked back and the driver was in hot pursuit. I reached into my pocket and found my knife as I continued. I was running for my life and suddenly, my phone flew out of my pocket and smashed to the ground.

“Shit.”

I couldn’t stop for it. I turned and hit an alley and there weren’t people around. I turned into an alley with a fence. In one motion, I tossed my bag over there and jumped the fence. I was pretty athletic from the stripping and dancing, so I made it over with that, and the adrenaline. I saw the driver turn and look down the alley and give up. I hid in the alley and watched as he eventually gave up and started walking away.

I sat down, catching my breath as I looked down at my dirty feet, which had some blood coming from it. In my haste, I must have stepped in something sharp. But I didn’t care. I was safe. At least for the moment.

After a long time with no sign of anyone. I changed back into my normal clothes and used the dress to tend to my wounds, ripping and stripping pieces off to serve as bandaids. I finally emerged from the alley, and tried re-tracing my steps, and the Audi was nowhere in sight. I began looking for my phone, but I could not find it. Most likely, the driver backtracked first and took it.

The Audi was now gone. I was alone. I had my backpack which at least had my purse and my money and whatnot in it. But now I had no phone, no car, and no way back. I could at least feed myself, but I had nothing to my name outside of some of the money.

I was on my own again.

What the hell was I going to do?

The only thing I could do.

I walked back the way I came.

I didn’t know why. I mean, really, any spot was as good as the other at this point. There was no difference between where I was and just Los Angeles. I had no idea where I was. I just knew following the sun would move me west, and I couldn’t stay there, just in case they came back. I walked and it wasn’t long before I found actual civilization. There were shops, busy streets, food and lodging.

I walked into a coffee shop and walked up to the woman behind the counter.

“Excuse me, I’m a little lost… where am I?”

The woman looked at me like I was dumb.

“It’s Sherman Oaks.”

“Thanks. Can I get a large iced coffee?”

“Cream and Sugar?’

“Yes.”

A few moments later, I got my coffee and sat down, taking a sip with a sigh.

I had a couple options of trying to call Heather to come and get me. I could have called the police maybe. But I told Heather I didn’t want anything bad on her head, and this… this was bad. And I was unsure what the Police could even do. Give me a ride back to Reno? Then again, I could start… all over again here.

And dammit that actually seemed like the best option.

 I needed to figure this out.

How do I survive the concrete jungle of Los Angeles?


It just needs to be said at this point.

I’m sorry Crystal.

It’s not that we don’t like you. Well, we hate you, but that’s beside the point.

But I have the duty to inform you that your role is being re-cast.

You won’t be getting the part.

Look, it’s nothing you di- well, no. It's exactly what you did. It’s what you bring to the table. It’s not what we’re looking for anymore. You’ve been great, no doubt about it. But the fact is, this is a young woman’s game and you have basically been aged out of the role. We really have no choice. It’s just not going to be a believable story for you to come back for the 97th time and succeed. Because you know where we go from here. You’ve done it a lot. You’ve played this role so many times, and quite frankly the fans are just tired of it. They need something fresh, new, and exciting.

This is just something that happens. You know? James Bond, Batman, Robin Hood. All these characters have to get new people to portray them. Either through performance or age. Or death I suppose. But at the end of the day, changes have to be made. I know you had your heart set on this because, apparently, you want to do this whole thing as many times as humanly possible.. And look, I know it’s been a long time. 5 years since you played this role. And there is a good reason for that.

Your time is up.

Look, I’m trying to let you know in a language you can understand. You have been an out-of-work actor for a long time. You’re not making Hollywood blockbusters anymore. You’re not having grand premiers or attending film festivals as the guest of honor. You’re not making the headlines, and you don’t have the paparazzi following you anymore. And you only get some many comeback specials before it’s not special anymore, and believe me, the comeback well has run fucking dry.

I’m telling you this now, because I’m a big believer in just ripping off the band-aid instead of letting someone down gently. There's a reason that you haven’t had a title match or been relevant in 5 years. It’s because your time is over. Time has passed you by. It passes all of us by sooner or later. You’re just going to have to come to terms with this. You can hang and play in the Roulette division, get a last hurrah there. Or maybe grow a spine and go after the Internet title. But that’s it. The Bombshell’s Champion just isn’t the role we need from you anymore.

Sin City Wrestling does not want, or need you to be in the starring role again. The role has to go to someone younger, and who is genuinely interesting. A person who hasn’t hit their peak yet. I can safely say that you peaked a long, long time ago. I was a fucking teenager when you were ruling the roost. That was a decade ago. It’s just time for you to move on, and do so with… well, let’s face it, you don’t have any dignity or self-respect left. That’s why we have to move you out. The public doesn’t want to see you anymore. Not in this role. Not on top, not as champion. You had that, and it’s now my time.

It’s just time that we shake everything up. That’s what I’m trying to do, Crystal. I’m trying to change things. I will apparently have to drag this company kicking and screaming to a goddamn utopia, but in order for me to do that, I can’t have you walk in off the street and just try and take this away from me when I’m just getting started. You’ve done this to so many your entire career. It’s time for that to come to an end. I cannot have you attempting to re-capture some long-lost flame for your own self-preservation. There is a vision, Crystal. A clear plan and path for this company to be great.

Nobody, and I mean nobody is going to want to take a peak at Sin City Wrestling and see what the future looks like and tune in to see you, yet again.

That’s a turn off.
That’s a channel changer.
That’s every single bombshell rolling their eyes and wondering when this will ever end.

We just don’t need this anymore. We have been due for change and it just doesn’t include nostalgia acts trying to re-capture the magic of many moons ago. That’s why I’m here. That’s what I have done since I got here. I have sunk my teeth into making this place more lively and less boring. I’ve systematically rid this company of old acts that don’t need to be here and needed to make way for the future. I’ve changed people, infected them to make them move how I need them to move. And my grand vision is slowly coming to fruition.

You are not about to fuck it up for me.

This change is going to make everything better. It’s going to be the most worthwhile change to ever come to this company. It’s already started turning for the better and getting away from the same boring, repetitive names all trying to stay on top or cling to their spots or rest on their laurels for the better part of the last what… 5 years? You are part of the problem Crystal.

You were the first domino to really fall by the waste side and now you want to hop back into the spotlight simply because you haven’t been there in a long time. No. We’re done with that. We’re done with “legends” coming back and trying to jump to the top spot based on their history. We’re done with the random. We’re done with the nonsense.

And we’re done with you.

Think about it this way: You escaped the killer in the original. Do you want to sign on for the sequel?

What do you think is going to happen, Crystal?

We were going to just kill your character off in the first 5 minutes. That’s how this works and you know that. Do you really want that? I’m trying to give you the out here. You know you don’t want that, and so, you should not be here, trying to mess this up for me, and chase stupid ass records.

But… I get it. I know what I have to do.

I know you’re not going to go quietly. I know you’re going to fight me on this. You’re going to fight me and not just accept the vision I have planned. You will have to be shown the way. I understand it. I know you. I watched you. Your manipulation tactics inspired me to sucker people for myself and see how much I could get away with. You, and all the terrible things you have done to further your own career? They were fuel for my fire. They helped me in my life. I looked up to you.

If I could end this any other way, I would, Crystal. I don’t want you to stop being a terrible human being on my account. I don’t want you to stop loving and leaving, using and abusing. No. Far from it. I want it to continue. I want Crystal multiple-last-names lasting legacy of manipulation and desperation to continue to live on forever.

I just want it on a smaller scale. Not at the top, not anymore.

I need it in smaller doses. It’s not top of the marquee material anymore. It’s old news, and that’s why we’re going in a different direction.

I’m sure you understand.

…

Actually, no you fucking don’t.

You clearly don’t. You continue to talk about how this journey was different. This journey is the one that changes people’s perception of you. When you win the title a SIXTH time, then everyone will forget about all the shitty things you’ve done and this one will be authentic and you’ve fought so long and hard to get back to this spot and blahblahblah fucking blah.

I’ve heard this speech so many times, and so has everyone else. You cannot seriously be standing in front of a Sin City Wrestling camera and blurting out that tired bullshit like anyone could ever possibly take it seriously. Like… you really did that shit. Hilariously you’re trying to tell everyone how difficult every opponent was, and how you’re lucky and so grateful to get back to challenging for the Bombshell’s championship, but then in the next breath telling me and everyone else you’re just better than us anyway.

This is what I love about you.

Your complete inability to pick a lane and stick in it.

I mean, I have to ask now. Were they hard matches? Or were you not trying? Were they quality opponents? Or not in your league? You speak out of both sides of your mouth that it’s hard to tell what the hell you actually mean. If you were a little smarter you’d realize how stupid you sound. Then maybe you’d understand fully why so many people hate you.

You say you are so thankful and fortunate to be in this spot. But also you’re so good that I’m going to understand I’ve never wrestled someone like you.

Well no shit.

I’ve had like 10 matches in my career and I’m at the fucking top. I understand there are challenges I have yet to overcome.

But do you see me worried?
Do you hear the fear and uncertainty in my voice, Crystal?

No. You do not. I’ve told Bombshells better than you I wasn’t impressed by them, and the same holds true for you. Nothing you do in the ring impresses me. Outside the ring? That's where all the impressive stuff is.

Inside the ring? I have no reason to be intimidated or to be afraid of you. You’re too busy talking about how you haven’t been important for 5 years, but you’re the best in the world. You’re too busy scraping by and getting your ass put in the hospital, but you’re the best in the world. Your image is so tarnished that this really is bringing me no joy.

I, like everyone else… has had enough of you.

That’s why I have to end this.

But I will be generous.

Because this is High Stakes. This is the biggest night in the company. It’s the most unintentionally ironic setting for this. This is where the lights will be on brightest. Just like you want. Just like you crave. This is the biggest stage. And it is where this all comes to an end for you. You do not get the fairytale ending, yet again. You will fail. You will be disposed of.

I have put the spotlight on you like you wanted. You wanted it so bad, no you have it. When you lose Crystal, I want you to finally, finally comprehend that this is my division now. You’re one of the last of the previous generation. One of the last of a dying breed. And fitting, you’re the most delusional of all of them.

High Stakes is where I end your dream, stop your ridiculous “redemption” and turn off your goddamn spotlight.

Trust me.

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Supercard Archives / Chapter 8: L.A. Woman (Part 1/4)
« on: November 01, 2025, 11:43:41 PM »
Well shit.

I was hoping for something different, but the predictable came true.

Bella Madison opened the door for Crystal whoever to get yet another chance at glory.

Why are you guys making my job harder than it needs to be? I’m trying to help you. I’m trying to save you. You all got an opportunity to beat the shit out of each other and enjoy yourselves and be rewarded with all your malice and ill-will for a chance to wrestle for this championship you all want so very badly.

And you let… Crystal win?

I am disappointed.

But, no matter. I will lead by example. I will show you what you all have to do. I will show you why I am the only one capable of changing this place. Crystal is the last of her kind, and this is the end of her road. And when I end this, say thank you.

And do better.

I'm always watching.

Trust me.



I finally felt for the first time in my life that I was stable. I had a job, and finally, some money to really have a solid foothold. I was still missing a car, and a home of my own. If there was a life that really was starting from the bottom, this was it. I used my bike, but it was still a chore to go anywhere and do anything.  I was still crashing at Heather’s apartment, but again, the idea of moving into an apartment was out of the question, I didn’t make enough money, as a stripper and… basically a prostitute, to sustain living in a place with rent. But I didn’t want to stay there any longer than I needed to.

Heather was not really against me staying there, but I didn’t want to feel like a leech. At least for the first few months. As time wore on, I got comfortable and I wasn’t really concerned with the rent at that point. Heather was being nice, but I could tell her patience was wearing thin. I was living there, eating their food, using their water, and I would only occasionally buy groceries. I mean, I didn’t have a car. And we all… pretty much shared their car, but I couldn’t just take it whenever I wanted.

I obviously needed an actual vehicle. But again, taking on payments on a limited budget is not it.

Heather agreed to help me look for a place. But nothing really popped up that I could either afford or stay for any reasonable length of time. The only real plus side was that I didn’t have a lot. I mean, I didn’t even have a bed. I ended up buying an inflatable twin size bed from Wal-Mart. It wasn’t much but it worked.

It was around November that Ryan and Heather were going to head out to Sacramento for some kind of party with friends. I wasn’t really interested, nor did I really even want to go, but Heather insisted I tag along. It was going to be awkward. I didn’t know these friends, I can do fine in the apartment by myself, but Heather would not let me say no. She just kept going with it.

So, the day came and I went. I was only 19 at the time, and I knew no one. I brought my phone, and because I was always taught by Charlie, despite everything, to bring something to protect myself. No matter what, I always carried a 2 inch pocket knife, and a leatherman multi-tool.

Just in case.

The party was just like… any party you’d see. Everyone outside in the backyard of this house. Smoking, drinking, probably doing some kind of drugs, but hey, whatever floats their boat, I guess.

Ryan and Heather encouraged me to mingle and say hello to a few people. I remember meeting the owner of the house, Teddy. He just had the look of a douchebag, so I kept my distance. After doing so, and not really being a social butterfly I was offered booze for really the first time. I couldn’t get one at work, being too young, and I never really had an interest in it. But wanting to fit in, I drank.

The world spun and became a foggy haze. I had never tasted alcohol before so I had no idea what happened. The world was so blurry. It never cleared. I had obviously had too much to drink, but it still felt weird. I remember leaning against the house in the backyard to support myself.

And then… black.

I slowly came to, and I was in the back of a car. But I was laying in the backseat. I didn’t make any noise right away, but a groan escaped me. My vision was still blurry and I couldn’t make out anything right away. I was in a car, and the car was moving. The flashing of lights every so often lit up the car.

“Okay” I thought to myself. “Ryan and Heather clearly are driving us back home. No problem.”

I started to stir when I saw a head turn to look at me from the front seat.

“Is she awake?” A voice said.

My first thought was that the voice was Ryan, but the voice… it was different. I laid still as the person in the passenger seat reached back and touched my back. I pretended to still be asleep or… unconscious and the person in the passenger seat moved my arm and hand to check. I let it sway limply. They returned to their normal position.

“No.” They said, But that certainly wasn’t Heather’s voice. It was a man’s voice, which meant there were two men driving me around. A million questions raced through my mind.

Was I being kidnapped?
Had I been raped?
Where were these men taking me?
Who even were they?
What did they even want?

The two guys made casual conversation about work, sports, and music. But I trusted my gut that whatever was going on, wasn’t going to be good. I looked around from what I could see, and on either side of the car, was woods. So we had to be on a highway of some sort. I had my head facing the passenger side of the backseat, so I was able to slowly move my hands. I felt in my jacket pocket, my phone was still there. And my knife was still in my pants pocket.

I needed to make a move.

I pretended like I was stirring and fully waking up. We hit a speed bump and the man in the passenger seat looked back and saw me moving.

“I think she’s waking up!”

The vision was still a bit blurry but the adrenaline of the situation helped clear it. I looked up and shook my head, I covered my mouth and pretended to gag.

“Can… you pull over Ryan, I need to throw up.” I said in a pretend, but still somewhat real groggy voice.

Whoever was driving, actually listened without saying anything. No one wants puke all over their backseat, obviously. I sat up and put on a hell of an acting job, still being clumsy and nearly falling out of the car. The guy in the passenger seat actually helped me. He took me about 20 yards into the woods. I clutched at my pocket knife in my pants and held it in my hand. He stood to my left, hands on his hips as I knelt down and took a breath before sticking my finger down my throat to trigger my gag reflex. I had to make this as real as possible. I coughed, gagged and spit.

“You good?” He said.

I nodded and started to get up. He turned away from me.

I flicked open my knife.

*Slitk*

I stabbed the man in the thigh.

He howled and fell down. “OW! WHAT THE FUCK?!” He screamed and I stabbed him again, this time in the back of the calf. He screamed again, and I pulled on the knife, slicing down his calf. I stood up and moved. The driver must have heard the screams and rushed out of the car, jumping over the guardrail. He rushed to his buddy’s aid.

“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!”

“SHE STABBED ME!”

I sprung out from behind a tree, jamming the knife into the driver’s shoulder, and three more times in his back. He fell onto his side as he held onto his shoulder. The passenger was immobilized from his two wounds. In the dark, I fumbled around, and found the keys to the car. Those men were not about to victimize me. I turned and headed back to the car.

“WAIT! WAIT A MINUTE! STOP!”
“COME BACK!”

They continued to yell for me to return, but I wasn’t taking any chances. I got in the car, started it, and drove off. I needed a moment to get away from the situation and pulled over. My hands were shaking, my whole body was trembling. I stepped out of the car and actually did vomit. Whether or not it was from the booze or the blood, I can’t tell for sure. I needed to figure out where I was and what was happening.

I pulled out my phone to use Google GPS to figure out where I was.

Highway 80, in Baxter, California.

I was an hour away from home, and weirdly, headed in the correct direction.

I didn’t think twice about it. I got back in the car and kept driving. It was 4AM so at about 5:15, I arrived at Heather’s apartment. I pulled in and Heather there to meet me, a concerned look on her face.

“Franchesca? What the hell happened? Who’s car is this?”

I took a moment when I fully got out of the car, still with blood spattered on my clothes. Heather’s eyes widened.

“What the fuck happened?”

“ I … I don’t know. I woke up in the back of this car and these two guys were driving and I panicked!” I answered, speaking 100 miles an hour and getting all that out in one jumbled sentence. It was slurred and my head was aching and ringing. I fell to my knees as Ryan came out and they brought me inside.

I sat on their couch and was in a daze. Everything happened all at once, but at the same time, all in slow motion. I took a shower and Heather helped me lay on the couch. She even called in and said she and I would not be into work at the club. The adrenaline finally wore off and I went back to sleep.

I woke up with Heather literally watching me. I groaned as my head was no longer pounding, and for a moment, I thought that maybe I dreamt the whole thing.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. What happened?”

“You tell me.”

“ I don’t remember what happened. It’s all a blur.”

“Last time we saw you, you were shitfaced and clinging onto some guy.”

“Where were you guys?” I asked.

“You told us you were good there. You met that guy and you were all over him. Making out and everything. You said you have a ride back.”

“I don’t remember that. I was too drunk.”

“That still doesn’t explain how you ended up with a car and blood all over you.”

That, I did remember.

“ I… must have passed out, I was drugged. I woke up in the back seat of this car. These two guys were driving. I didn’t know who they were, and when I realized it wasn’t you.” I said.

“But they were talking about what they were going to do and I had to do something.”

That part was a lie.

I still don’t know to this day if I was drugged. I was also unsure of what they were going to do and not once did they even seem to mention me. In fact, if they were going to do something with me, perhaps violate me, why would they drive all that way? Why not keep me there, or at least close by? I wasn’t tied up, or tied down in any way. And they were even helpful…

Now I was starting to think they weren’t bad people. But it sure felt that way.

“Did they try anything?”

“I pretended like I was going to throw up and then they let me out of the car and… then it was all clear. They were going to do something. I pretended to throw up and I saw the guy un-doing his pants and… I panicked.”

He did not. But it was clear that I was the victim.
I had to be.
Obviously.

“Oh shit.”

“So, I… I stabbed them. I always carry my knife on me. I took the keys and I… I came here.”

“Are they…”

“I don’t know. I mean… I don’t think so. I stabbed them in the leg and the other guy in the back.”

I held my head in my hands. I shook his head and felt like crying. Everything was a whirlwind of emotions.

On the outside at least.

In my head, I was more just… numb. I didn’t really feel one way or the other. Maybe they were going to do something to me, maybe they were driving me home. Maybe I was just some crazy bitch who stabbed them and stole their car, and left them to bleed to death. Either way, I was safe.

And… on the extreme bright side of this… I now had a car!

Ryan came home after his work was done and told me he would report the car and try to find the men who tried to do something horrible to me. I was annoyed at this, because I feared the worst for me. I might have just attacked two people who were trying to help me.

There was an intense argument about it. It lasted a couple of days as we tried to decide what the next move would be. And I would have lost the argument if I hadn’t searched my stuff.

Inside my jacket pocket was a business card.

Some place called Mica Studios in Los Angeles. I had no idea how I got it or who gave it to me. But there was a number and name written on the back in pen “Glen Lantz 213-480-3231”  I was so confused, but obviously, either Glen or someone who knew Glen gave it to me.

I called Glen a few days later.

“This is Glen.”

“Yeah, um… hi, my name is Franchesca and… I got this number the other night at a party.”

“A party? Where?”

“Um, Sacramento?”

The line was dead for a few moments.

“Oh. Yes. Yes. right. Franchesca. Okay, yeah, Okay. Uh, are you free right now?”

“I… I can be.”

“Yeah, Okay, we talked at the party, and you expressed an interest in coming here. We might have something for you, and someone with your talents. Where are you right now?”

“I’m… in Reno.”

“Okay, can you make it down here by tomorrow?”

“Uh… yeah, I think so.”

“Great. I’ll have my secretary schedule you. I’ll put it down for 10am. Is that good?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t really recall the party.”

“Oh, it was fabulous. Trust me. I can really help you out, but you gotta get down here tomorrow.”

“I… I will.”

“Good. Talk to ya then,”

And then… he hung up.

I explained all this to Heather and Ryan, who were more concerned with me after what happened and settling that matter.

“You’re just going to leave?”

“It’s only for a day. This… this could be huge. Let me at least look into this. If nothing comes of it, I’ll come back, and we’ll settle all this. Please.”

Heather and Ryan were upset that I was just going to leave with this whole car thing unsettled. It took a lot of haggling.

“Look, if this gets out of hand, I don’t want you two to be part of it. You’re good people. You helped me. I don’t want any of the blood on you. Please.”


They finally let me leave. I packed some things, and took the car. I had seen enough in the first 48 hours of a crime that they usually would know what happened. It had been about 48 hours, and I left.

Headed for Los Angeles.

I was on the road again.


The spotlight.

I know you love it so much, Crystal.

This is it. You’ve put down and stepped on more promising talent and now you’re here again. I know you are so proud and you feel accomplished. What would this be, championship number 6? 7? 11? 34? You really want it don’t you? You know, I almost feel like I should just give it to you. We’ve got to do something to keep you around don’t we? God knows when you’ll fall into a funk and disappear again. And we can’t have that, can we?

If you want the spotlight that badly Crystal, I will shine it as bright as possible on you.

You want the spotlight? Here you go:

Are you ready? Let’s put the focus and the spotlight on your words and actions, shall we?

I have to begin with you saying, and I’m quoting you here, you “NEED this moment.”

You need this moment…
Huh.
YOU need this moment?...

What the fuck are you talking about? YOU need this moment? Get the fuck outta here! You need this moment, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!

You’ve been wrestling for 35 years and you’re still only like 35 somehow. You’ve won a million championships, you’re in the god damn hall of fame of like 12 different companies. You sign your name on every company's dotted line that either tolerates you or doesn’t know how toxic you are. You’ve had your moments. You’ve had every opportunity to have your moment for the past 15 fucking years, at least.

You know how many people work hard and never get close to what you’ve accomplished? Do you know how many people would give their right eye for half of what you’ve done? But, you don’t really give a shit about them, they aren’t you.

Which is, to be fair, something I appreciate.

So tell me why, Crystal, why do you need this moment? Is it simply because you haven’t had a shiny title belt in a couple of years, you need this moment? No, you don’t fucking need this moment. You are tied for the most Bombshell’s title reigns ever. How many moments do you fucking need?  You’ve had moments out the ass in your career Crystal. That is not good enough for you? No, I will not accept that as an answer.

Why? Because you need to complete redemption run #4562? We have all seen this movie before. Like holy shit this hasn’t changed, like ever. You treat everyone else that has ever tried to help you like a piece of tissue, you use them and then dispose of them when you get what you want. Then, you give them nothing. Then they get mad, you get mad, and you find yourself alienated and hated. Then you spiral out of control and lose everything.

And then begin the same god damn redemption run where you apologize and tell everyone they are right and you were wrong for doing all the stuff you did.

Then you win a belt.

And the whole fucking thing starts over all over again.

And this has been going on for over a decade.

At this point I just wish you owned it and accepted being a terrible person. Why even bother flip-flopping? You are a shitty person. Embrace it. Own it. I know it helped me a lot! Unless it’s really like… a turn on for you. Scamming people. I mean, no kink-shaming or anything.

That’s the spotlight alright! That’s a good start, but we need more. Let’s shine some more spotlight on you!

It’s amazing. You’re like a vampire, sucking the life out of company after company to sustain yourself. And now you come for this championship.

Again.

Is that what you want? Will it make you feel good inside? Will it fill you with the fuel that will keep that flicking spark going just a little while longer? Will it add a few more fleeting seconds to your well past 15 minutes of fame? I wish I knew that level of desperation Crystal, I really do.

I wish I had enough people in my life who trusted me enough to use them for my own personal gain more than once. I wish enough people gave me the benefit of the doubt as many times as your “friends” do. I wish I had a wife, husband, daughter or son like you do to use and manipulate in order to achieve success. And the best part is it’s not even like you just lean on them when you’re down. No, you go a step beyond and squeeze every ounce of energy and good will out of them. And it’s all worth it because in the end, you get a silly championship belt.

One would think that at this stage of your career, when it should have been over long ago, that you would have finally just realized that this championship isn't everything. It does not cure all or give you any sort of redemption or justification for your shitty behavior and then ends have never justified the means. Or that the whole “redemption run” thing has been so overdone that it’s lost any and all meaning. Winning this championship doesn’t mean you were correct or noble in your efforts.

All it means to you is a little longer under the spotlight.

You are just a leech.

People give you chance after chance after chance when you do not deserve them. And then you work somewhat hard for two whole matches and you are rewarded.. You talk about not getting your chance...

HOW MANY FUCKING CHANCES DID YOU ALREADY HAVE?

They give, and give and give and give.

And you take and take and take and take.

And then you inevitably fuck it up.

It’s what I admire most about you.

But yet, this is the formula. Until recently, where it has finally changed.

My goodness, I don’t think you have anyone else to exploit right now! This can’t be right… Oh wait, no, you latched yourself onto the other has-been still clinging to relevancy in this company, Mercedes Vargas. The only other person would brag about just sticking around so long she’s achieved records by fucking default.

I wonder at this point who will turn on who first? If I was Mercedes I would have dropped you long ago. I wouldn’t want that baggage around me. I got my own and taking on someone else’s is just stupid. I wonder if you will have this epiphany and turn around and say “Mercedes was just pretending to be my friend, she never wanted anything to do with me!’ Which… newsflash, no one, wants anything to do with you.

Which is kind of wild when you consider that someone of your experience and stature should be revered! You should be able to just walk away, and let other people have their moment, and you can be looked at in the same light as other people who walked away with their head held high, and their dignity and self-respect intact.

But you want the spotlight so badly, you threw away every shred of either of those things to achieve a meager championship for a few months.

But you love the spotlight right? You’re enjoying this right? Let’s keep it going!

I would be remiss if I didn’t listen to you and hear you say that when you’re focused, when you’re on your game, nobody can beat you. When you try, nobody is better. Does this include Mercedes? Does this include everyone else in the 5 year title drought that achieved something? Were you just not trying? I wish I could make such a backhanded compliment that smoothly. You are so fucking tone dear and unable to read the room it’s amazing. Someone could mention the Manhattan Project and you’d be talking about a video game. I would actually feel sorry for you, but it’s much more fun to point and laugh at you because you deserve every bit of the shit you get from everyone else.

It’s like you read "How To Lose Friends and Alienate People"and took it as a personal challenge.

OH.
OH MY GOD.
Hang on.

You know, if you wrote a book and gave away the secret of how easy it is to leech off people and stay successful, you’d be an even bigger star! You’ll have another moment! Look, I just gave you your next character arc.

Follow me on this.

Okay, You write the book, see, and then you tell-all and go on a book tour and make a ton of money, and do speeches and give TED talks and the whole thing. And then of course, you have the fallout from the book where people say mean things about you and reveal how terrible of a person you are, but you won’t care because you already have their money! It's a win-win situation for you Crystal. You have a future right there.

And then, hang on,it gets even better! You can then write a second book, retract and change everything from the first book. And repeat the cycle over again! This is a fool-proof plan Crystal! You get to travel more, ignore loved ones and friends and be with your favorite person in the world: you. How have you not done this already? This seems right up your alley!  You’ve got so much material!

Think about it, Crystal.

Now… Look, I’m not scolding you for ignoring and abandoning people. Go ahead and watch this back. At no point did I say that what you do is wrong per say. No, It’s fucking fun! You have to step on people to get where you need to go. You’ve been doing it for years! Obviously you enjoy it! Who has time for family and friends? They are pests, Crystal. You’ve shown everyone that. Look at Seleana. You know why she’s a former Bombshell’s champion? Because of you! And has she ever really thanked you? Has she ever really done anything like that...for you? All she’s done is nag and complain about how you, you, the hardest worker in the family, don’t do enough! That’s crazy talk if you ask me!

I mean…
Loyalty?
Devotion?
Love?

These things aren’t really helping you, are they Crystal?

And all Diamond did was bring you down. She’s a failure, and I suppose you kept her around for sex and whatever. Pussy must have been good, because otherwise she’s fucking useless. I’m happy to see you seem to have ditched her pretty damn quick.

And now you have Mercedes with you. You and I both know this won’t last. She’s not really on your level, is she? Look, if I was you, I’d drop her before she drops you. Because you know what’s about to happen. I’m going to beat you, and she’ll probably maybe win her match, and then you’re the sidekick again. You are nobody’s sidekick. You know that’s the end result. I’m not telling you things you don’t already know. You’re the star of the show, right? Lights camera action, all that, right. Why are you sidekicking for Mercedes Vargas? That should not be you! You are the one in the spotlight.

Speaking of which… How are you enjoying this?

Now, here’s where I’m really going to blow your mind.

I’m only saying all these things, because it’s what you taught me.

Yes, you inspired me, Crystal.

 A lot of what I learned came from watching you do what you do. I am what you helped create. Your manipulation, toxic attitude and extreme ego, are all a part of me. As a young, impressionable youth, I needed people to emulate. This is what you would be doing, Crystal. I’m like a mirror image of what you are, just younger, hungrier and in the middle of some important shit so I can’t be dealing with you anymore. It used to be humorous, but at this point, I’ve learned all I can from you about how to twist and spin every situation. I’ve learned how to spot the suckers and most importantly, just how useful family and friends can be when used properly like the tools they are.

Aren’t you proud of me, Crystal?

Aren’t you happy with seeing what I’ve done already?
Aren’t you pleased I am continuing where you should be leaving off?
Aren’t you proud that this is going to be your legacy?

Well fine. Be that way. The spotlight is one you, glowing brightly. I want you to enjoy these next couple of weeks and all the attention I’m going to give you. Because at High Stakes, I am officially turning it off, for fucking good. No more moments, no more chances, no more runs, no more spotlight. Your time has passed. This is the last time you get any spotlight.

I will take it from here. It’s what needs to happen.

Trust me.


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