Such a warm and inviting breeze was blowing through the balcony doors of the hotel room. The sun had been out for a few hours now. Meanwhile Kevin was just getting himself up and moving. Sitting right there on the edge of the bed. Stretching his arms out and loving the warm air blowing in. This last month of vacation had been exactly what he had needed for his mind, body, and soul. No sooner than finishing his stretch. He heard his phone vibrating on the nightstand next to his bed. Reaching over and grabbing it. The name “B.E.3” flashed across the iPhone’s scene. Kevin’s expression was a puzzled one in seeing the name. Nevertheless he slid his thumb across to answer.

Kevin Carter: Hello Bradley.

Bradley Ethington III: Kevin. Where the hell are you?!

The tone of voice from the other side of the phone sounded quite irritated to say the very least. Only adding to the confusion on Kevin’s face. As he stood up from where he was sitting there on the edge of the bed and hit the speaker button to his phone.

Kevin Carter: Last time I checked Bradley. You were just my attorney and not my babysitter. If you must know, I'm currently on a little vacation. Enjoying the beach and the scenery of Hawaii. It was needed from all the stress of work. Not to mention the drama with the ex wife and kid.

Bradley Ethington III: And did you get this vacation approved with Mark? Christian? Or anyone at Headquarters in Sin City Wrestling?

Kevin Carter: Sure as fuck didn’t.

Bradley Ethington III: And you’re not returning phone calls or emails?

Kevin Carter: Nope. What the fuck is this twenty-twenty questions? Get to the point of the conversation!

Bradley Ethington III: The point of the conversation is because of your actions right now and with me being your legal council. I’m the one being contacted.

Kevin Carter: I don’t see why.

By then he had taken a few steps out those big doors that were letting that warm breeze in. standing on the balcony of his hotel room. Looking out at the ocean just off the horizon.

Bradley Ethington III: Are you just choosing not to listen? They’ve been trying to get in contact with you. You’ve just up and disappeared off the face of the planet. You didn’t get the vacation time approved. You’re not returning any phone calls or emails. That’s a problem. Especially when you’ve got contractual obligations to be abiding by.

Kevin Carter: And what contractual obligations would those be?

Bradley Ethington III: They want you on the show this coming week. Big go home show for that Into The Void Supercard. Especially after they’ve crowned a contender for the championship you hold.

Kevin Carter: You mean the underwhelming multi-man match they just threw together to decide a contender because they couldn’t think of anything creative or remotely better?

Bradley Ethington III: So, you’re aware of what’s going on?

Kevin Carter: No. I just been around long enough to know things work. Wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the route they took. But regardless. Whatever the hell they want. They’re not getting it. I’m enjoying my vacation.

Bradley Ethington III: This isn’t how things work Kevin. Look, I understand wanting to take some time off. I get that mentally and emotionally you’re dealing with some things. I get you’re probably beat up physically. But this is time that gets approved. Contacts oversee everything else. You signed on for a number of dates and you have to honor that.

Kevin Carter: You mean to tell me everyone else that’s done the same thing as me has asked for time off? You think all these other useless fucks that go radio silent for months and months on in. Aren’t seen for x amount of time. You really believe they’re going out of their way to ask for time off?

Bradley Ethington III: Are you a child or something Kevin? I don’t know what others are doing. I don’t care. I care that my client is breaching his contract and putting himself in a dangerous situation.

The eye roll that escaped Kevin in that moment said a lot. He wasn’t the least bit worried about the situation that was being brought to the table.

Kevin Carter: What are they going to do if I don’t agree to show up. Fine me? Big deal. Suspend me? I’m already on vacation. Go ahead and add more days to it.

Bradley Ethington III: All of that is possible. Or you know they could just decide to finally cut ties with you for being difficult and just fire your ass!

Kevin Carter: I wish they could. Like I said all the others that do the same shit and there’s no consequences for their actions. I dare them to cross that line and see what happens when I come with receipts and start exposing them for their favoritism!

Bradley Ethington III: Hey stupid! You’re also representing the entire company as a champion. You hold a little more significant value. Oh course they’re going to want you on one of their shows over some random joe blow. Keep in mind by the way. You haven’t defended that championship since Blaze of Glory. Well past the thirty day mark that’s in most contracts. You being this difficult and refusing to show up could very well just lead to them stripping you and there isn’t a damn thing you could do about it!

Kevin Carter: Let me go ahead and stop you right there for a second. It wasn’t that long ago before my hiatus. I was making it clear that I didn’t have a problem defending the title. I defended it three times in a very short amount of time. Defendended it against three men who technically didn’t even earn a shot at me or my championship. But I did it for the love of the game. Did it be a ‘fighting’ champion that people said I wouldn’t be in the first place. Did far more in my first thirty days as champion than the previous champion did. And then shortly after that. I was told I was taking an ‘easy’ route. Like I had some kind of control over my title defenses!

Once again the man was rolling his eyes. Visibly frustrated by the likes of what he had been told and what he was being told now. Almost like people were just determined to slander his name anyway they could. Finally starting to have enough of it.

Kevin Carter: And on top of that Bradley. How is this different from anyone else? I could name plenty of people in the last two years that I have been around that haven’t defended their title in thirty days. I can name plenty of quote champions that haven’t been around. As a matter of fact it's kind of a common theme. To win a championship and then go non-existent. Sounds like they’re just targeting me if they’re going to make a big deal about things. Straight up discrimination and even a little bit of defamation of character if you ask me.

Bradley Ethington III: Do you truly even understand the meaning of either one of those words?! Ugh, You are driving me up the wall right now. You know I want to be on your side. I once was in this business well before I became an attorney. You got ground to stand on, but they got even more ground to stand on. Yet, the hill you want to die on is going to cost me everything. You are making the stupidest decision you could make right now.

Kevin Carter: I beg to differ but I’ll tell you what...

That’s when he turned himself away from overseeing the ocean view from his balcony and carried himself back inside the hotel room. Keeping the phone held out in front of him so he could be heard.

Kevin Carter: If they want me on this show. I simply just have one demand and you can rely that to them.

Bradley Ethington III: You’re not in any position to make demands Kevin.

Kevin Carter: If they ever want to see the Internet Championship again. I think I am in a position to make a demand.

Bradley Ethington III: You’re being downright impossible. What’s the stupid demand?

Kevin Carter: I am simply just asking for a match that’s worth my time. Worth my time to leave my comfy spot on vacation. Asking for a match that’s going to be worth my while to fly to the middle of bumfuck nowhere. I am asking for stronger and better competition than what I have been given. Give me someone that’s going to push me to my limits. I get that and I’ve got no problem fulfilling these so-called ‘contractual obligations’ that you’re going on about.

For a moment there was nothing other than silence amongst the two men. That was until Kevin could hear the deep sigh from the man on the other end. All of this very much sounded like it was more of a headache than what it was worth. However the stubbornness of the Internet Champion wasn’t going to waver.

Bradley Ethington III: I’ll send the memo along to them. I don’t think it is going to help your cause at all. If I were you. I’d be just hopping on the next flight out. To avoid things becoming a disaster, but if this is what you want to do. The game you want to play. Like I said I’ll pass it along.

Kevin Carter: Right. Sounds like you got some business to handle for me. If you want to be paid and they’ve got some things to come to grips with if they want me around. Give me a call when you figure all of that out. In the meantime I’m going back to enjoying my vacation.

Bradley Ethington III: Before you go. I just want to fly hom---

The man didn’t get a chance to finish his statement. Before Kevin’s thumb was tapping against the red button to end the call. To take it a step further Kevin then powered down his phone so he couldn’t get another phone call, text message, or notification in the slightest until he turned it back on.  There was something about him that just loved to push buttons. There was something about him that just enjoyed taking things too far. His determination to always go up against the established order. Every bit of it helped define him, but this time he may have taken it a bit too far.

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The shot found itself slowly opening up. From the point of view in which they were opening up. It was made clear the scenery was at a high vantage point. There was barely any sunshine thanks to the cloudy skies. Only a fight of sixty four outside. Wasn’t the coldest, but wasn’t the warmest. Which was fitting with the cameras focused on the back of someone wearing an all black hoodie. All of the sudden before the cameras could even rotate. The hooded figure’s voice could be heard and it was quite recognizable.

“Over thirty days without my presence.”

The voice belongs to none other than the Internet Champions himself. Cameras had made it to the side of the man. To reveal Kevin standing there on one of the legs to the A’Dam Lookout.

“Not a word has been said. Not even a sliver of an appearance. Hardly even anything posted on my socials. It was very much like I had vanished. Truth be told, that's exactly what I did. I decided to take a little break from everything. Much deserved as far as I’m concerned. But other than just wanting a little break for how hard I’ve been working. There wasn’t any reason in particular I wasn’t around. I simply just didn’t feel up to it. Didn’t feel like I needed to bless anyone with my appearance or my words of wisdom. Not to mention I’ve been a little unmotivated as of late. Hell, you could say I have even felt pretty uninspired. Feeling as if my hands are shackled with being a part of this company.”

There was a slightly narrowed gaze with his expression. Eyes just focusing on the large body of water out in the distance.

“Can you truly blame me? Look around me. You all see the same shit that I see. The lack of talent. The lack of determination. The lack of passion and drive. Hell, the lack of give a fuck from over ninety percent of the people that work for this company. From the locker room to the higher ups. It’s the same old shit over and over again. Week to week. Month to month. Year to fucking year. No matter how much I call it out. It doesn’t get better and if I am to be honest all around? It’s not going to get any better. This company is on its last legs. And while I could abandon ship for my own sanity. I can’t allow myself to do that. For no other reason than I actually want to be here when it crashes and burns. Just to be the first one to tell you. I told you so!”

Kevin’s lips curled for a brief moment into a smirk. If there was one thing about him is he enjoyed being right and he enjoyed rubbing it in the faces of those that doubted him. Even if it didn’t do him anymore favors.

“Of course the reality of everything is. The majority of you don’t believe what is right before your very eyes. You won’t admit the truth to yourselves. You keep ignoring all the issues that are clearly happening. You would much rather die on the delusional hill than even be remotely open to the idea. That things need to change. But that’s fine. I’m done trying to convince this place of the truth. That being said though for the small percentage of you that do see things the way I do. Nothing confirms what I sam saying more than the match I am set to have this coming week. From what I was told. Mark and Christian have both been wanting me around. I was informed they wanted me on this Go Home show.”

“Something that wasn’t all that interesting to me. Not when I was enjoying my time away. So I gave a proposition if they wanted me here. A proposition I considered very simple. Of course the usual bullshit threats and whatnot were being thrown around. It’s what they do. Men as old as them and they still act like toddlers that can’t be told no. Again, not enough to make me respond with how high when they were demanding I jump. I just gave them that proposition. You want me here. Then find someone worth my time. Make it worth my while to fly all the way here. Give me a legitimate threat. Some true competition and I’ll be here. And what do I get?”

“The shittiest of competitors in the form of Logan Hunter.”

Such an intense eye-roll escaped Kevin for a brief second.

“That’s what they deemed worth my time. That’s what they considered worth my while. That's what they considered competition. That’s what they decided to give you all for the main event. Jesus fucking Christ. These old geezers are so out of touch with what the wrestling world needs. It is truly shocking to even see that SCW is still open. But this is what I am faced with and trust me when I tell you. I thought about just not showing up. What are they going to do? Punish me? Fine me? Fire me? If they won’t do that with scum like Dawn Warren. They won’t do anything like that to that entire faction, Golden Ring Casino. Pretty sure there are motherfuckers in that group that have never been seen. Not even once. So it’s probably not a good idea to try and do that shit with me. Someone who actually makes this place still interesting and worth watching.”

“Someone that has aimed and strived to make this place better. Despite what others might say about me. Someone that does care. Sure it’s in my own way. But I still care more than alot of them that float around here. However, I decided against it. I made it to Amsterdam. Now it isn’t because I see this as worth my time or anything like that. No. We all know what the outcome of this match is going to be. It’s already predetermined. Instead I am here for no other reason than I want to get blood on my hands. I am here because I want to cause some pain. Some suffering. I am here to listen to bones break and to hear a grown man cry like a bitch. I am here because using Logan as a personal punching bag is at least amusing for me. Something to do. Besides all of that. Logan deserves nothing but L’s added to his name. Beating him would make him what Two and Six? Two and Seven?”

For the first time since the camera shot had opened up. Kevin pried his eyes away from looking out at the water and slowly brought them over to the cameras. It felt like a far more direct approach now when it came to speaking about the man he was set to square off against.

“Logan. I know the bullshit is coming. I know the verbal diarrhea that makes no sense is coming.”

“But before you can start with your usual. Let me make a couple of things clear to you. First and foremost. I do not give a shit about you. Not even in the slightest. You could go down in a plane crash on your way here. And I wouldn’t bat an eye. You are -- that -- irrelevant to me. Nothing you have to say about me is going to sink in. Nothing you say about me is going to bring a profound thought to my head. Nothing you say about me is going to make me question myself. As a matter of fact, I can guarantee you. I won’t waste my time with even checking out your little promo for our match. You spew the same repetitive shit every single week. People talk about that Robo Bitch girlfriend of yours being programmed to say the same old shit over and over again. Yet, clearly they don’t listen to you. Not that I blame them.”

“You are going to be drowned out. Everything will go in one each and out the other. You’re not going to get the response or the reaction out of me. That you want. Because unlike the others that haven’t seem to catch on yet. I’ve already figured you out. You thrive off of response. You thrive off of reaction. As long as someone is giving you that. Then it allows you to keep it up. Allows you to keep running that cock sucker of yours. Allows you to keep thinking that you’re this big deal. Once, I don't give you the reaction you are looking for. You’re pretty much a sitting duck. Of course ignoring your words and the bullshit that will spurt from your shit covered lips kind of goes hand in hand with the other thing you need to know.”

“I’m not going to entertain you or your bullshit.”

“By that I mean I’m not going to sit here and pretend that you are a big deal like everyone else has. I’m not going to sit here and talk about all the things you’ve done. Like they’re something special. I’m not going to pretend that you are a threat to me just to appease your own ego. You can kiss my ass as far as that goes. Instead what I am going to do is tell the truth about you, Logan. The truth is you are just another face. Just another body. Just another person that works for Sin City Wrestling. Nothing more. Nothing less. Like I said before. A personal punching bag for people like me. Sure, not that it’s an excuse for your behavior. But I know exactly what a narcissistic fuck looks like. I know how a narcissist acts, thinks, and goes about their business. I am more than aware that you simply cannot get through to a narcissist.”

“The reason I know that is because I look at myself in the mirror every goddamn morning when I get up. I believe everything I say. I believe everything I do. I believe there’s not a goddamn person dead or alive that will ever be bigger than I am. I don’t believe there is a single person on this planet that is better than me. And with believing that. I can back it up. I can present proof to my claim. You on the other cannot. Can you, Logan? Better yet. Let me ask this. What the actual fuck have you done around here to have the ego that you have right now? What is it that you have done that makes you truly believe that you belong in the running for half the shit you say you deserve? Why do you have this illusion of yourself like you are the greatest thing that has ever stepped foot inside of SCW? Please enlighten me.”

Kevin paused for a brief moment. Almost like he was expecting an actual answer from a man that was nowhere in sight, but per usual this was all done by design.

“The answer is nothing. Only time you can win is when you’re facing the likes of Justin Smith, Bill Barnhart, or LJ Kasey. It’s just a complete and utter mid-off amongst the likes of you three. Getting wins like that doesn’t translate to making you a big deal. You have since lost every single fucking match you’ve had. Five in a row. And like I already said. You always talk the same shit heading into your matches! Just to get punched in the face, dropped like a sack of potatoes, and then pinned or forced to tap out. You were a waste of a spot in the Blast From The Past tournament. Not a single person outside of yourself thought you had a snowball’s chance in hell at winning a match, let alone the whole damn thing.”

“Then to make matters even worse. Instead of learning to shut the hell up. Learning from the mistakes you’ve made. Go back to the drawing board and find a way to get better. You double down with the bullshit. Double down on not making any sense. Double down on being a clown. Essentially making you the male roster’s version of Cassie Wolfe. It’s gotten to the point that you don’t have people booing you because you are effective and good at what you do. Instead they are booing you because they want you to go away. Never come back. Never step foot in a SCW ring or a wrestling ring period ever again. But because you buy your own bullshit and others have too. It makes you even more delusional!”

“That much is proven when you’re out here more concerned with a King for a Day match? You lose in the tournament. You’re out of this World Title shot that you've been talking about that you deserve. Everything you have been saying is crumbling right before your eyes. And the first thing you want to talk about is how you want to be in the King for a Day match? For what? So we can see your booking and ability to put matches together is just as bad as your ability to cut a productive promo or just as bad to be able to do something worthwhile between the ropes? Mark and Christian do a bad enough job on their own. They don’t need you helping. Not that you’d even win that match anyway!”

Each word that came out of Kevin’s mouth was starting to sound more and more annoyed by the second. Not that it was surprising. Anything and everything about Logan Hunter was annoying. It was irritating. He was like that annoying gant that no matter what you did. You just couldn’t kill it. Another eyeroll escaped him as Kevin continued.

“I’d say thank god. They didn’t put you in that match. But what’s the point? They just did the stupid thing they always do and granted you a title match that you don’t even deserve at Into The Void. Sadly for you though, Logan. There’s a very good chance that you don’t make it to Into The Void. All thanks to me. And by the way before we get too far into things. Let me address the Robo bitch built by Elon. If you think for even a second. That you’re going to lay your hands on me. If you believe that you are going to be able to get involved and have the outcome of the match be different. Make no mistake about it. I have no problem, dragging you into that ring, and dropping you on your neck as well. I’ll take the fine. I’ll take even being fired. Makes no difference to me. So it would be a good idea if you clear of me.”

“But back to the point I was making. Logan, the chances of you making it to Into The Void are slim. Which to be fair in a way. It’s kind of a blessing if you think about it. You were just going to lose that match anyway. If I put an end to you this coming Sunday. You don’t have to go through another embarrassing situation. You don’t have to experience another loss that’s going to just make you look even more and more like ‘enhancement’ talent. Now don’t get it twisted Logan. I’m not naive or stupid like you. I am more than aware that you’re not just going to roll over and die on Sunday. I know that you’re going to try really really hard. You certainly have the reputation of being the little engine that could. But that’s all you are. A try hard and someone with no real talent or ability.”

“Let that piss you off. Let that get under your skin. Let it make you lash out like a child. It makes no difference to me. Not when facts are the only thing that matters. Fact is, you’d have a hard time even knocking me off my feet. Fact is you would have a hard time even connecting with a punch on someone like me. And even if you did. Your punch wouldn’t phase me. It wouldn’t even leave a mark or a bruise on me. Fact is that on your best day and on my worst day. You couldn’t piece it together long enough to get even a fluke win over me. I know that it’s a difficult pill to swallow. I understand that delusional creates issues for the mentally challenged. I am more than aware that when I end up being right. You’re going to do what you always do when it comes to being up against people hundred times better than you.”

“You’ll go silent. You’ll pretend that the loss didn’t happen. You’ll do the big no-no in our industry and no-sell it all. It’s either that or you’ll create some bullshit story in your head that never actually happened. Rant, rant, and rant about it so much while never speaking to me directly. Because your bitch ass doesn’t want to get knocked out again. Those are the two ways you respond when you’re out matched. But I get why. You are so convinced you’re going to be a success story. That you’re going to reach the top of the mountain. You’ll be this champion that you desire so much to be. But in order for that to happen, you’re just going to have to find somewhere else to be...”

There was a pause that escaped Kevin for a brief moment. All for a good reason. He wanted to make Logan stir with what it could be. He wanted to make the fans stir for the same reason. Letting that arrogant smirk of his cross his lips.

“And the reason for that Logan is really simple. It’s because as long as I’m around. As long as I am still able to stand up. As long as I’m still breathing. As long as I exist here in Sin City Wrestling... You’re royally fucked. Can’t wait to show the entire world on Sunday. You’ve got a glass jaw. See you then.”

Those turned out to be the final words spoken of the man in regards to this match that was right around the corner. Whether or not that message was going to be received well for Logan or taken seriously. That was all up for his opponent to decide. It made no difference to him. It would not change the outcome of the match. Kevin simply offered that smirk one last time to the cameras before walking right on past them. Allowing them to look out over the post and to the water for all of a few moments. The shot slowly faded to black.

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For what seemed like the fifth time today. The doorbell rang at the residence and like clock work. Tank, the tiny mixed breed dog that Kevin owned, came scrambling around the corner. Barking and growling at the door. Carter found himself coming around the corner moments later. Clapping his hands to try and get the dog’s attention, but he was having none of it. His barks and growls only got louder.

KEVIN CARTER: Tank. Knock it off.

His words fell upon deaf ears with the dog. Carter couldn’t help himself but roll his eyes a little bit. There was no denying that the dog had the same attitude problem he had which made him truly man’s best friend, but at the same time this part was a little annoying. However, so the other four times that the doorbell rang. Each time being a delivery man with something being shipped to his house thanks to Lilth’s request. How she found his address he would never know. Carter could see through the glass of the door the reflection of someone but he couldn’t make out who it was. He just started to walk towards the door.

KEVIN CARTER: I swear to god. If you’re delivering something again.

Reaching out to grip the deadbolt and twist it to unlock the door. He grabbed the door handle and then found himself coming face to face with a familiar face.

KEVIN CARTER: Wyatt?

His sixteen old son stood there in the doorway. He hadn’t seen him since the last falling out with his ex wife months ago. As confusion covered Carter’s expression. It was anger and frustration that was a spitting image of his father that covered Wyatt’s face. Next thing Carter knew he was being floored to the hardwood floors of his home thanks to a single punch from that teenager. Instantly Tank went running for cover as Carter held his mouth trying to regain his composure after the blinding shot.

WYATT CARTER: That was for my mother and everything you ever put her through!

Carter just looked back at his kid with even more frustration. Trying to find a way to get to his feet with the intention of trying to defend himself. However as soon as he got up to his hands and knees. The teenager rushed in and proceeded to kick his father as hard as he could in the ribs. Right away Carter gasped for air. He just knew that kick broke at least one of his ribs. Wyatt hovered over Carter still with rage filling his eyes.

WYATT CARTER: That was for my sister and not being there for her in the time she needed you the most! It should be you in the fucking ground, not her!

Carter was again trying to push himself up to his feet despite the pain that he was in. His son’s words were registering in his head but the fight or flight mode he was in was far more important than anything to him. Favoring his ribs he stood up and stumbled away from the sixteen old, but his son just followed. Wyatt quickly grabbed his father from behind and tossed him forward causing the older man to flip right over the coffee table. Hitting the floor.

WYATT CARTER: And this is for me. For every day I had to grow up without my father. For the few memories I do have of you. Always involving wrestling before more important than me. More important than Lacey and Mom. This is for missing my birthdays, my baseball games, and every other significant event in my life. You have always been a worthless father and it’s about damn time you pay for it!

Carter was grabbing the coffee table and trying to aid himself in standing. Only for Wyatt to grab him by his black and grey hair. Lifting him up to a vertical stance before punching his father right in the mouth again. Carter stumbled and fell against the couch. Blood was starting to trickle down the corner of this mouth. This sinister laugh started to fall from the older Carter’s lips. Looking back at his son who was hovering over him again.

KEVIN CARTER: That’s it Wyatt. Embrace the hatred. Let it fuel you. You’re just like me.

WYATT CARTER: I am nothing like you!

KEVIN CARTER: Oh son. You are wrong. You every bit of a spitting image of me!

All that did was anger the teenager. He found himself grabbing the collar of Carter’s shirt and yanking him off the couch. Still bleeding from the mouth Carter just looked his son in the eyes.

KEVIN CARTER: Go ahead. Do what you gotta do, kid. But it doesn’t change that deep down inside. You have my blood. We share the same mindset. We share the same rage. You don’t get it now, but one day It’s all going to make sense to you.

He couldn’t help himself with the smirk of his spreading even wider across his lips. Wyatt shaking visibly with anger. To the point it had reached a boiling point, but he stopped himself. He just shoved Carter backwards and him flopping back down on the couch. The anger and rage in the teenager was so much that it brought tears to his eyes. Pointing at his father.

WYATT CARTER: No, I will never understand why you abandoned us. I will never understand why wrestling meant so much to you. Why it was the only thing that brought you joy and made you feel like you belonged. Not when you had a family at home.

Carter sat there on the couch just looking back at his son. Those tears streamed down the young man’s cheeks. Oddly enough it didn’t have any kind of effect on the older man. No feelings or emotions at all.

WYATT CARTER: But there’s going to come a day. There will come a day where you have nothing. No championship. No wrestling business. No fans. No job at all. You will be a broken down man. And most of all you will be lonely. No one to take care of you. No one to be there for you. No one to help you with the most basic of needs. You will just be forced to wallow in your own self pity and lay in your own filth until that one day comes. The day you die, where again you will be all alone. And it’s exactly what you deserve!

Wyatt glared at the man he considered his father for a second or two longer. Not getting a reaction out of him at all. Only adding to the frustration of the young man. Right then Wyatt turned himself around and started to storm out of the home. Carter just slumped over on the couch. That laugh really took over him as the blood fell from his busted open lip. There was just something about this man that didn’t seem right in the head. Made him a danger to society in the highest degree.

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Sounds of metal being dragged. Sounds of drills being used. Even the sounds of loud pounding of a hammer could be heard. That had everything to do with the Elimination Chamber structure that was being put together inside of the empty TCC Arena. Sitting right there at ringside taking it in was one of the men set to compete in that structure. The Living Legend himself, J2H. His eyes sizing up that massive structure that wasn’t even halfway put together yet.

All of the sudden his concentration was broken. Thanks to a massive hand reaching out and gripping a hold of his shoulder. Forcing the man to turn his head to the side. Seeing the hoodie wearing Kevin Carter standing right there beside him. Carter not taking long at all to sit in one of those empty seats beside his partner in crime. Putting his hands inside the front pocket of his hoodie and looking forward at the structure himself. Nodding his head in an impressive manner.

KEVIN CARTER: So, this is it huh?

J2H: It seems so. Not quite sure I get the hype behind it.

KEVIN CARTER: They say it's considered the Devil’s Playground.

J2H: They can call it whatever they want. At the end of the day it’s just going to be another obstacle that I end up making my bitch.

The ever-always confident smirk crossing the former four-time World Champion’s lips. Carter letting a small chuckle escape him.

KEVIN CARTER: We all know that the other six don’t stand a chance. But we also both know that I should have been one of the men in this match.

J2H: Mhm. At least then I would’ve had an actual challenge. Someone to meet me with legitimate competition. Wouldn’t have been such a walk in the park for me, but in the end. I still would’ve had my hand raised in victory.

KEVIN CARTER: Confident? I don’t expect anything less my friend. But as good as you are. You don’t have the same mindset I do when it comes to having to go to a dark place. You don’t have the same sinister tendencies I have. That would’ve been hard for you to overcome.

J2H: You might be a dark and twisted motherfucker. But you, like everyone else, know exactly who I am and what I’m about. Being the number one contender was going to happen one way or another.

KEVIN CARTER: Maybe. Maybe not. One day there might come a time and a place where we are going to have to cross that bridge. It’ll be the best damn match this place has ever seen.

For a brief moment there was a small pause amongst the two men. They just look at each other. Kind of if they were sizing each other up in a sense. After all, what could go wrong with friendly competition right?

KEVIN CARTER: But you know, James? Everything is working out just how it was meant to. In the back of our heads. We knew Alexander was going to fold under the pressure of rolling with us. We knew they would favor the likes of someone like Jayden Harris. We knew they were never going to just ‘give’ us what we were deserving of. And we’d have to essentially fight for everything.

J2H: It’s not much of a fight when you think about it, Kevin. I walked into this place and made it bend at the knee the moment I signed my name to a contract. They think they’re making things difficult. They think that they’re winning. They think that they’re putting our backs against the wall. But I can overcome everything they have ever thrown at me in my sleep.

KEVIN CARTER: And right now Mark has to be punching air knowing his comment some odd months back about me never being champion again was nothing more than a lie. Just like I said it’s all working out. The Internet Championship isn’t going anywhere anytime soon, And the moment you win the Chamber. You’re on the fast track of being a five-time World Champion. Once that belt is right back around your waist. We finally have the control we’ve always been after.

J2H: That’s a given, Kevin. But while I do agree with the Internet Championship not going anywhere. You’ve already made it more relevant in five weeks than it has been in years. I just want to remind you to be careful.

KEVIN CARTER: Be careful?

Instantly there was a little bit of confusion that covered the expression of the Internet Champion’s face. James nodded his head in his typical confident manner.

J2H: We have both seen it. The powers that be tend to mess with you a little more than they do me. They just haven’t seemed to learn their lesson yet. And right now it is clear they’re going all in with their chips on Vincent. Couldn’t have been more obvious with the number one contenders match that they gave him. They’re backing him and are banking on him becoming the champion. Anything to throw a wrench in our plans.

KEVIN CARTER: A wrench in our plans is something that they have been after since we put this entire thing together. But it’s Vincent Lyons. You really think that’s something I should be concerned about? Just like you said. You can conquer most in your sleep. This is nothing more than a walk in the park for me. If Vincent is who they want to back up. If supporting someone that’s had two matches and each of them were nothing impressive. If they want to put all their stock behind Vincent. A man who is related to the main event flop that is Eddie Lyons. Then it’s their right to do so. They’re simply setting themselves up to be let down in the most epic of ways.

J2H: Like I said I’m not saying this isn’t something that you’ve got handled. I am however saying we have seen what happens when they want to back their next shiny toy. Things haven’t always gone your way. Not to mention you’ve got a complete and utter idiot looking over that match. Lots and lots of areas where they could easily take advantage of you.

KEVIN CARTER: That idiot knows better. I hang him by his stupid cape in front of the world to see. And like I said it doesn’t matter how much backing or support Vincent has. He doesn’t have the skill to back it up. He’s not beating me. But since we’re giving out such free unwanted advice. Maybe you should worry about all their backing of that little prick Jayden lately. It would be kind of embarrassing if you got caught lacking for even a second.

J2H: Doesn’t take much to get you hot under the collar and become hostile does it, Kev?

James just looked at him with that smug smirk on his expression. Finding himself pushing up out of the chair he was sitting in. Looking down at Carter who had now quite the annoyed expression covering his entire face. His eyes narrowed looking up at him.

J2H: You worry about what you need to worry about. I’ll worry about what I need to worry about. And then when Blaze of Glory comes to an end. We’ll see if the two of us are still on the same game plan. Good luck champ.

Right then J2H turned his back to the man he considered his partner in all of the chaos they caused and walked off. Carter stood there glaring in the man’s direction. It was the first time that ‘tension’ was felt between them. The first time it felt ‘hostile’ so to speak. Something about it just seemed a little off, but that wasn’t what his focus could be on. Not when he was going to bet met with his toughest challenge yet as champion regardless of how he felt personally about the man he was facing.

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The shot found itself opening up at that exact moment with the scenery being laid out perfectly. Right there on the Finger Rock Trail. One of the best landmarks for hiking. Today the weather was just beautiful. A light breeze in the air. The sun was beaming down, but not to the point it was too hot. All of the sudden footsteps against the dirt and rock there on the path could be heard. Coming up the hill into the view of the cameras was a familiar face.

A face that wasn’t too well liked. Kevin Carter came up that dirt path with huge strides. A water bottle secured around his wrist. His shirt was covered in sweat. Clearly, he had been at this for a while. Almost right away he noticed the cameras right there in front of him. This arrogant yet somehow sinister smirk that only he knew how to give started to cross his lips. Stopping in his stride as he began to address those before him.

“Hiking and professional wrestling go hand in hand.”

Briefly he used his arm to wipe his brow from all the sweat forming on it.

“They go together a lot more than most people would think about it. Starting with being at the very bottom of the mountain or trail. Every single hiker stares up at it and starts to think about what the journey is going to be like. They wonder what kind of twists and turns they’re going to endure. They think about how difficult or easy it will be to conquer. Depending on their ego. And despite their inexperience in hiking. It never seems to waver their mindset on at least trying. Same thing for a professional wrestler then they get in the business.”

“They think about the same things. What the journey will be like, what kind of obstacles are going to stand in their way, how easy or how hard it is going to be. Their inexperience might shine through, but it doesn’t stop them from trying. The only problem with all of this is. You never actually know how things are going to turn out until you begin that journey into wrestling or begin that hike up the trail. Nothing can ever prepare you for the twists and turns. The obstacles are far more difficult than one could even picture. And with that being said. Ninety percent of the people always fail.”

“But I guess you’re wondering. What’s the point of this? What value or meaning does it have at this moment? Well it’s really simple actually. It’s geared right towards you, Vincent.”

Those eyes of his narrowed a little bit. Almost like saying the man’s name did nothing but leave a bitter and foul taste in his mouth.

“You see right now. I know that you think that you’ve made it as a professional wrestler. Right now you likely believe that you are in that small ten percent that didn’t give up when it got too difficult to overcome. I know you think that you’re something special because of this little ‘family’ that you come from. However the reality of it all is none of that is true. You haven’t made it in this business. You’re not a name. You’re not someone that strikes fear into people when you show up. And as much as you might not like to hear this. You are not deserving of standing across the ring from me at Blaze of Glory.”

“And while we could debate all day long on why you are not deserving. I already said my peace on it. You know how this match came about. It was a complete and utter shit show. You were set up to win, but regardless. You will stand across the ring from me in a couple weeks time and my championship will be on the line. However this is going to be the first time you’ve been tested. This will be the first time you are met with obstacles that are going to be very hard to overcome. This will be the first time mental stability, physical endurance, and emotional well being will be pushed to their limits. More importantly this will be the first time you try to Topple Scumbag mountain.”

“And trust me when I tell you. You are not ready. You will flat on your face. You will fall back down that mountain and be met with the overwhelming sensation that is known as Failure.”

Every single word that came out of his mouth. He spoke with such certainty to everything he was saying. His ego was far too big to even let him begin to imagine what he was saying couldn’t be true. One of the many things that made him such a hated man, but at the same time one of the many things that made him such a successful man.

“Of course at this point. I’m not foolish. Everything I am saying is going to fall upon deaf ears. After all, Vincent. You’re this young pup. You’re full of excitement. Your sense of fear is non-existent. You’re ready to take on the world and bring it to its knees anyway that you can. Even if it means you have to grab it by its throat and rip it out. You got a lot of spunk. I get it Vincent, more than you might think. At one point I was new to the business. I was inexperienced. I had an ego the size of texas. I was the young pup willing to take on the world. But if you don’t actually have the skill to back it up. Then you’re just going to get chewed up and spit out. That’s exactly where this is headed. That bulldog mouth is really going to overload that puppy dog ass in the worst of ways.”

By then he was right back to trucking along that trail. The dirt and rocks being heard under his feet. Forcing the cameras to keep up with him.

“With everything that I have seen so far out of you. I can honestly tell you to your face. I’m not impressed. Not even in the least bit. First and foremost as much as you might have spunk. You really-really lack when it comes to personality and originality. After all the Black Cloud of the Lyons Den? That’s meant to scare me. Having you hover over me and keep me in the darkness is meant to make me feel some type of way? Having you rain all over my parade is meant to hurt my feelings? Let’s get fucking real. First and foremost. How many times has this black cloud shit been done in wrestling?”

“How many idiots have latched onto that as a gimmick? Too goddamn many to count and it never worked for any of them. Just like it isn’t going to work for you. I’ve had a black cloud over me pretty much my entire career and it never phased me. I’ve had all kinds of people and situations far better than you try to rain on my parade. Try to drown out my success. All of them failed. You will be no different. But that’s not the only thing that makes you lack personality and lack originality. See, I can already hear the bullshit that’s going to come spewing out of your mouth when it comes to me and my reign as champion. Hell, just my reign of terror over this company in general.”

“You’ll take the low hanging fruit. You’ll discredit me and all that I have done. You’ll think you’ll be making clever jokes about my shortcomings. You will let that inexperience allow you to talk about shit you’ve got no business talking about. And that ego will have you telling me just how badly you are going to beat me. All of which is going to go in one ear and out the other for me. And the reason for that is because you’re going to just be saying the same shit everyone else has already said. You’re taking the same route that Goth took. You’re taking the same route that Mark Ward took. You’re taking the same route that HB Carter took. It’s fucking pathetic!”

It’s like there was a sour taste in his mouth based on the depression that he gave. Shaking his head from one side to the other. Finding himself continuing up that trail.

“Go ask Goth how his retirement match turned out for him. Ask him what happened when the grudge I held against him for thirteen years finally came back to bite him in the ass. Ask him how things played out for him when he tried to say he was a bigger star than me, when he tried to say he always meant more to this company than I did, and when he tried to downplay the match between the two of us? I beat his ass so bad and flat out embarrassed him so bad. That he couldn’t stick to his “retirement” and went somewhere else. Off bleeding another place dry with his lackluster talent.”

“And if that isn’t good enough ask the boss man himself how things played out for him at High Stakes. The biggest and most iconic event of the year that he had a hand in helping mold. He came out of in-ring retirement for the first time in years. All to climb into the ring with me because he felt like he was better than me. All because he viewed me as a whiny little bitch as he once put it. All to ‘shut me up’ and ‘prove that I had always been a nobody’ around here. Again his words. Had an entire game plan just for me to take his best shot. Laugh in his face and then dump him on his fucking head.”

“If that’s not good enough. If it isn’t making you a believer. Go ahead and ask the other man you’re acting just like. Ask Carter what happens when you believe that you’re a better wrestler than me despite having no actual proof to back the statement up. Ask Carter what happens when you find yourself in a position of success. A position that was basically gift wrapped and handed to you. Then you go and rub it in my face. Because, I am sure he will tell you. He regrets that decision. I am sure he will tell you. He questions himself as a wrestler now. It took me all but a blink of an eye to take everything from him.”

“I’d even tell you to go a step further and ask Victoria all about my aggressive ways. How far I am willing to go. All the lines I’m willing to cross. It had her marking out for me, not that long ago. But you know I’m sure that’s all changed since you’ve got this title shot now. That’s how people are fickle. They change at the drop of the hat... However the entire point I am trying to make here Vincent is acting just like those men I mentioned. Taking the same low road. Repeating the same shit I’ve already heard is going to get you nowhere. And if I was willing to do the things I did to them.”

“Sit down and really think about what I am going to be willing to do to a nobody like you!”

Finally, those steps of his were coming to an end. Carter reached the top of the slope that he had been hiking up. Where he was standing at that particular moment he had a great view of the Tucson, Arizona city. The skyline just looked amazing. Nodding his head a little bit taking in that sight.

“Oddly enough Vincent. You should consider yourself lucky right now. I’m being as nice as I can be about this situation. I am telling you exactly what your future holds. I am pointing out nothing but the facts. I am letting you know that without a shadow of a doubt. You are not ready to topple Mount Scumbag. You do not have the inexperience to hike up this mountain. You do not have the skill to make it to the top. I am giving you more of a chance than I gave all the others.”

“The chance to just not take the match. The chance to not step in the ring with me. The chance to protect your career and to make sure that it gets to live another day. This isn’t an opportunity that you should take lightly or one that you should ignore. It would be beneficial to you in a major way, but I already know how this is going to turn out. Like an idiot Vincent, you’re going to ignore me and you’re going to force my hand. Which means things aren’t going to end well.”

Shaking his head once again in a bit of a somber type tone to it. Bringing his eyes right back to the cameras to deliver his final message.

“You know the saying going down in a Blaze of Glory. Usually implies that you do something very dramatic at the end of your career or life that ultimately makes you famous in the end. However Vincent, you’re not going to go down in a blaze of glory. You’re not going to be famous when this is all said and done. No one is going to be talking about how great of a wrestler you were. No, no. Instead you’re just going to crash and burn. Like everyone else that has ever tried to stop me. May your career rot in hell!”

Carter glared at those cameras one last time. Making sure that his point was driven home. Whether or not what he said was believed or not. That was for Vincent to decide, but he knew how it was going to play out in his own head and in his own world. That’s all that mattered to him. Turning away then and starting to walk back down the trail he had hiked up. Leading to the shot slowly fading back out.

Covered in blood. Heaving heavily with those breaths. Kevin laid there on the mat listening to the crowd boo with all their might. About that time he could hear the bell sounding as the booming voice of Justin overshined those boos for a few seconds.

JUSTIN: Here is your winner and NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW Sin City Wrestling Internet Champion, KEEEVVVIIINNNN CAAAARRRRTTTEERRRR!

Again, the second that announcement was finished being made. Those boos once again took over and were so loud it had the arena shaking. By then Kevin started to roll himself over to his hands and knees. Looking up to see a bloody HB Carter lying there just looking up at the ceiling. That wicked smirk started to cross his lips. He found himself fighting to get to his feet. Once he stood up, his legs gave out, and he fell back against the ropes but managed to catch himself.  Kevin looked up to see Jacob Summers approaching him with the Internet Championship in hand.

Right away Kevin stumbled away from the ropes and snatched the championship out of the referee’s hand. He dropped down to his knees and quickly rolled out of the ring under the bottom rope. Getting his feet under him as he held out the championship in front of him. For the first time in twelve years he could call himself a champion. Despite the blood pouring down his face. That smirk of his got bigger and he held the championship up just as he saw the camera crew in front of him. Holding it right out in front of him he began to shout at the cameras.

KEVIN CARTER: You see this?! Do you fucking see this?!

Taking a few steps towards the camera crew. Every inch of him was throbbing in pain, but all of that was put in the back of his mind for this one moment.

KEVIN CARTER: I told you. I told each and every single one of you. That this was going to happen. I told you I was going to right all the wrongs. I told you I would make Mark and Christian pay for what they did to my name and my legacy. I told you that I would once again restore my name and I’d make my legacy mean everything it was meant to mean. I told you that I would be champion again!

That arrogant smirk of his just shined through as the blood was dripping off of his face and starting to hit the ramp as he tried to keep himself moving forward despite the pain he was in.

KEVIN CARTER: You really believed that fuck in the ring was going to beat me? You really believed he was better than me? You really thought he was going to do right by you and make sure a championship had never fallen into my hands?! Think about how many times before he has let you down. Think about how many times he has fallen short. And more importantly think about every single time there was an excuse for why he fell short. Just like there is going to be a reason for why he fell short tonight. There’s always an excuse. Carter was never the man to stop me. Carter was never going to be able to defeat me and keep me from getting my hands on this. This was destiny!

As expected, hearing the slander of one of their heroes. It didn’t settle well with them. More boos and even hateful comments started to be hurled right in his direction. Stumbling up that ramp a little more in pain and exhaustion. Kevin could hear a few fans behind him plain as day. Shouting right at him, looking for that fifteen seconds of frame.

FAN #1: You suck! You don’t deserve that championship!

FAN: #2: I thought you were going to quit! Just be done like you claimed!

FAN #3: No one wants you around!

For a moment he just stopped on the ramp and looked back at where those voices had come from. He found himself shaking his head while almost laughing in an almost evil manner. Turning his head back around to where the camera crew still was. Walking up that ramp with him.

KEVIN CARTER: Hook... Line... and Sinker!

That chuckle of his got a little louder.

KEVIN CARTER: ou people fell for it. Just like I knew you would. I knew the moment I put out into the universe I was done. That I was thinking about calling it quits. Making it seem like every single one of you had gotten to me. Seemingly as if you all broke me mentally and emotionally. You’d fucking eat it up. You’d brag. You’d boast. You’d feel ever powerful and accomplished... but it was all a lie. You people can’t break me. You people can’t make me leave. You people can’t get me to quit and be done. Not any of these idiots in the stands. Not any of them watching at home. Certainly not any of the pussies in the back. None of you will ever have that kind of power over me!

Approaching the top of that ramp. The pain in his back had him dropping down to one knee. Keeping a tight grip on that championship. Almost as if his life depended on it. Taking his right hand and wiping the blood out of his face. He peered right back into the cameras.

KEVIN CARTER: When I said I was done. I meant I was done being held back. I was done from being deprived of my time in the spotlight. I was done letting this company and the people run it dedicate how my career goes. How my legacy plays out. I was done coming up short time and time again because of outside sources. And I was done letting you people be able to laugh at my pain every time they embarrassed me. That’s what I meant when I said I was done. And this... this right here. It justifies everything. It justifies everything I’ve said. Everything I’ve been after. No one and I mean no one can take this moment away from me!

Bringing his bloody head down some. He pressed his lips to the Internet Championship. Causing the entire crowd behind him to boo heavily once again. The entire sight of what they were seeing made them sick, but at the same time there wasn’t anything that could be done about it. Pushing himself back up from that knee. He stood up, turned towards the ring where he could see HB Carter starting to sit up with the help of the referee, and he lifted the championship high into the air.

KEVIN CARTER: Let this be a challenge to the entire locker room. Hell to the entire business. Line them all up. Hand out as many free title shots you want. Give them all the promises and perks it’ll take to get them to step into the ring with me. Come try and take this from me. Come try and set me up for failure. One by one. You will all fall. One by one. You will all be sent packing. One by one. You will all be defeated and just be a stepping stone to me creating history. You will be sent packing. Mark my words, I will live on in infamy!

Keeping the championship held high above his head. The camera crew made sure to get right in front of him to get one hell of a shot of him holding it with pride. That Las Vegas crowd letting it be known, not a single person believed in him. Not a single person supported him. Not a single one of them were going to buy into the hype. Not now, not ever. Finally, the man known as the Entity placed that championship back over his shoulder and started to stumble his way into the back. Leading the cameras to fade from the ringside area for now.

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The shot slowly began to open up and in doing so. It was clear it was from an elevated position. Looking out the window and seeing the land around. All of the sudden the sound of someone clearing their throat could be heard causing the cameras to pan back a little bit. As soon as they entered the frame at that moment was a familiar face. That being none other than the scumbag himself, Kevin Carter. Making direct eye contact with the cameras all while he proudly displayed that newly acquired Internet Championship over his left shoulder. His silence finally breaks with a mention of one name.

“Bill... Bill...Bill.”

Slightly shaking his head a little bit.

“You sure are one silly bastard aren’t you? I mean it was already well known that you weren’t the smartest man walking planet earth. Dare I say in the top percentile of the intelligent folks living in today’s world. This however proves that you are actually mentally disabled and a hazard to yourself when it comes to your decision making. Why the hell would you agree to this match? Why the hell would you agree to getting in the ring with me again?!”

His expression displayed a slight look of confusion. Although anyone that knew who Kevin was and how he conducted himself. This all had to be a set up. A set up just for him to tear down the man he was set to face off against. Limb by limb. With word for word.

“I get that you’re just being tossed a title shot that you don’t deserve. That’s what Sin City Wrestling is known for. Just hanging out freebies to anyone and everyone. I also get that this is one of the few chances that you will ever get at seeing the Internet Championship so up close and personal. Hell, if we are being honest here Bill. It might be the last chance you ever get. Lord knows after what happened at Inception and losing to Justin Smith. No one can ever actually count on you winning a match again and earning a shot at a championship.”

“You didn’t have very much credibility to start, but you really let it all go down the drain with a loss like that. But the point that I am trying to make is why I understand that this is a free shot at a championship and probably your last. I don’t get why you would agree when you know how dangerous I am. I don’t get why you would agree when you know how far I am willing to take things. And more importantly than all of that. I do not know why you would agree to step in the ring with me when you’ve never even come close to beating me in our previous encounters.”

In those few words, it was more than obvious he was not impressed by who was going to be his first title defense. Kevin shook his head once again to show that sheer disappointment.

“Based on how unintelligent you have proven yourself to be. I can only come up with one solution for why you took this match on. Somehow someway you have managed to convince yourself that this time is going to be different. Because this time it’s the two of us one on one. It’s not a six man tag match where you have to worry about a fat ass troll weighing you down. It’s also not a handicap match. Although that time you had the advantage against me with two on one and still managed to fumble the opportunity.”

“But regardless this is what it has to be. You must have convinced yourself that this time it’s different. This time it’s one on one. This time it's all on your shoulders and no one else. This time you are going to rise above. This time you are going to manage to pick up that big win and be able to call yourself champion again. Yet, while you have convinced yourself of all of this. It’s nothing more than fantasy. Meanwhile the reality of the situation is Bill. You couldn’t be anymore fucked.”

His words were soaked in venom. Not one to shy away from how he was feeling. How he was going to conduct himself. Even if it meant no one else believed him. He believed himself and that’s all that mattered. That trademark smug smirk of his finally starting to overcome his expression.

“And I can say that because I know what I have planned. You are the starting point in what is going to turn into a historic run for me. You see the last four men that have held this championship have done nothing but make it mean nothing. They have devalued it. They have driven it into the ground. They have ruined the prestige of this championship. Look at Calvin Harris’ reign. He claimed he was going to do something different. He claimed he was going to make the title stand out. It was going to be a championship for the people. Yet his fragile bones couldn’t hold up long enough for him to have a run that was even close to memorable.”

“Miles Kasey defeated a man with a broken ankle. Beat a man that was clearly not at his best and thought that somehow that made him a real champion. He held that championship for over a hundred days but can anyone remember anything memorable about his reign? Aside from the man he lost it too. No, the answer is you cannot. Miles is a really good hand to have. He’s a good man to put in any spot. But the moment he has to do more than just be a really good hand. The moment he has to have pressure on his shoulders. The moment he has to really show what he’s made of. He ends up crumbling and that’s why he lost the championship.”

“Then there was Peter Vaughn. The only man that I truly believed had a chance at making the Internet Championship mean something again. Not just make it mean something again but take the Internet Championship to heights it had never seen before. After all, we saw what he had done with the Roulette Championship. He was clearly capable of doing it, but every chance of making that happen. It went away the moment he dropped the ball against HB Carter. Everything that Vaughn was. Everything he had created. Everything that he stood for. It was all gone the moment he let someone like that beat him. Dude should have taken his ball and went home after that instead of doing so after failing to be World Champion.”

“And that brings me to you, Carter. You see this entire time I have told you I had a problem with people like you being champion. You do what you always do. You try to make someone out to be a bigot. You tried to make it sound like I had an issue with you being champion because you were gay. When the truth of the matter is, I don't give a shit about your sexual preference. I don’t care who you do or don’t fuck. That’s not any of my concern. But I didn't tell you what my issue with you being champion was intentionally. Because that’s where I knew you would go.”

“Because with you Carter. There’s always an excuse. There’s always an excuse for why you didn’t succeed. Always an excuse for why you came up short. Always an excuse for why you weren’t didn’t achieve this dream or that goal. You are the worst type of champion to ever exist. You luck yourself into a situation and then when the times get tough. You always got an excuse for when things go bad. Which is a damn shame. Because deep down I believe there’s a solid wrestler in you. Deep down I think you could achieve a lot, but not as long as you’re always going to make an excuse and project some bogus agenda. You got your ass handed to you by me and it’s what you deserved.”

By that point Kevin had made his way towards a set of steps. Starting to walk down them forcing the cameras to follow right behind him. Keeping things close to hear everything that was going to continue to come out of his mouth.

“So you see it is my duty to make this championship mean something. It’s my duty to take it to heights it's never been before. It’s my duty to make this the most sought after championship this company has. And the only way to do that is to make this run historic. Not only do I have every intention of going down in history as the longest reigning Internet Champion. I also have every intention of shattering the record for the most successful defenses. People can say what they want to say about me. They can say I’m an asshole. They can see I’m a piece of shit. They can say I’ve cut corners. So on and so forth, but the one thing they will not be able to say is I’m not a fighting champion. Something I am sure is going to make their blood boil, but nothing makes me happier than pissing those people off.”

With the cameras still following behind him. Kevin came off the last step and took only a few steps forward towards a door pushing it open to walk out. In a matter of seconds it had been revealed that he had been standing inside Loma Lighthouse. Bringing his attention right back to the cameras with that arrogant smirk in full effect.

“As much as you are to blame for being a very unintelligent human being. As much as you are at fault for taking this freebie that they dangled in front of you. I do have to put blame on the company itself as well. I have been saying it for the longest time now. The two men in charge of this place are the reason why this place doesn’t thrive the way it should. Mark and Christian, both continue to keep people like you employed Bill. They continue to keep giving people like you chance after chance after chance. They continue to hype people like you up and fill your head with all this false hope. They continue to make people like you believe that someday you can reach out and take that brass ring.”

“They got you convinced that you can be one of their champions. And it’s nothing more than a lie... But then when it comes to people like me. They constantly set me up for failure. They try to make me look bad. They try to prevent me from succeeding. They do everything they can to make sure people like me feel like they are less than superior. I’ve been saying it since I came back. And the reason they are like that is because I won’t kiss their ass like they want. As well as they know I’m one of -- if not the single biggest threat to this entire establishment. They don’t want me in this position. They damn sure don’t want me to be a champion or represent their company as one. It terrifies them.

“They know I won’t tow the line. They know I’m out to ruin their reputation. All of which is fair. They should be terrified of those things and more. Meanwhile I just consider this getting my lick back for everything they did to me. But the point of the matter is Bill. It makes a ton of sense why they just gifted you this title shot. They knew you would be dumb enough to take it. And they think that with enough of their power and influence that they can take this from me. I don’t care how much they back you. I don’t care how many referees they try to pay off. Don’t give a damn how many roadblocks are standing in my way. There’s nothing that Mark, Christian, You or the entire SCW Roster can do to get this championship off of me. I am right where I belong and right where I have always deserved to be.”

His arrogance continued to ooze out of him. Everything that they didn’t want him to be, he was becoming. All from a championship that set on his shoulders.

“To be honest with you, Bill. When I really sit down to think about things. I simply could never live with myself if I were to fall short against someone like you. There would be no point in me continuing to wrestle. If I lost to someone like you. There would be no reason at all for the journey that I am on at this current moment continuing forward. If I were to allow you to become the new Internet Champion. There’s no doubt about it. That would be the most crippling and embarrassing thing to ever happen to my career. Which is saying something because at one point I lost to Goth.”

“And we know that your run would consist of Bill. You’d be just as lack lustered as the other four I mentioned. I’d be willing to bet my salary that you would lose the championship in your first defense. Considering how things just recently played out. You’d be the one to fuck around and lose it to Justin giving him his first title here in Sin City Wrestling. Of course this comes back to living in reality and reality is you could never defeat me. The reality is you could never pin my shoulders to the mat for three seconds or be able to force me to tap out. And the reality is you will NEVER be Internet Champion!”

Kevin let those words come out of his mouth with every ounce of him believing what he was saying. All while shaking his head once again.

“You should already be aware of what I am capable of, but since it’s something you can’t seem to learn from. I’m going to have to teach a lesson that you will never forget. When you stand across the ring from me this Sunday. I want you to understand that I am coming to hurt you. I am coming to put you on the shelf. I am coming to end your career. After all, you serve no real purpose to this roster and you haven’t since the day you signed a contract. People have just been far too nice in letting you stick around and skate by. I on the other hand am not a nice person and now that I’m in a position to do something about it. You can bet your ass that’s what I am going to do.”

“The joy I am going to feel when I punch you in your face and feel that fat flesh cave around my hand like hamburger meat. The sick satisfaction I am going to get in knowing I could possibly break bones in your face with said punch. The sense of happiness I am going to feel when I spill your blood all over the canvas. It’ll be music to my ears when you’re crying and pleading for me to spare. Begging for me to just put an end to the torture that you’re going to endure. Now don’t get me wrong Bill. As much as you’ll beg. As much as you’ll plead. As much as you’ll bleed, have bones broken, and feel nothing but pain. You have already proven you’re too dumb to know what’s good for you.”

“So you’re not going to go down without a fight. It’s not a fight that will actually ever make me feel threatened. It won’t be a fight that will make me feel like my back is against the wall, but it’ll be the best fight you can deliver. You’ll try your hardest. You’ll swing with everything you got and you’ll miss. You may be able to take me down, but you won’t keep me down. You will fail just like you always have. That’s who you are Bill. And in the end, I will feel an overall sense of accomplishment. Throughout every inch of my body. As I stand there, foot on your chest, hand raised in the air, still the champion, and knowing that you are never going to be seen again. That’s the type of shit I live for!”

Kevin found himself reaching up and grabbing a hold of that fifteen pounds of gold that sat on his shoulder in such a proud display. Holding it out in front of him right before the camera view. Letting those piercing hateful eyes lock on the red light.

“This right here Bill. This right here is the closest you’ll ever get to seeing this, touching this, or even being in the presence of this. So soak it. Find some way to enjoy it. Let it bring you some kind of joy or peace. Because the moment I cave your face in and send you packing for good. You’ll never what either of those things are ever again.”

Holding the championship right up in the cameras for a couple seconds longer. With that sinister smirk still plastered from ear to ear. He finally drew it back and placed it right back over his shoulder. Finding himself stepping right out of the camera view a couple of seconds later. Leaving the people that hated him more than anything to wonder if he was going to end up being right once again. All while the shot faded back to black.

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