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Climax Control Archives / The Kwan Empire, The Prologue
« on: August 19, 2022, 01:51:07 PM »
The sound of footsteps echo down a corridor as Mr. Chalmers can be seen with his hands around his sport coat with a huge smile on his face. He comes to set of double glass doors.

Mr. Chalmers: Miss Kwan, I have some great news.

Mr. Chalmers exclaims as he pushes open the door. The door itself leads into a fairly large office space with Japanese red colored wallpaper on the walls and a large desk made out of white oak. A large black leather chair sits behind the desk with the back of the chair pointed towards the door.

Voice: "Good" news! What do you know about that Chalmers?

A voice rings out as Mr. Chalmers is standing front of the desk with one of his eyebrows raised just slightly. The chair turns slightly with Chalmers taking a step back and his smile no longer on his face.

Mr. Chalmers: Sebastian!? What are you...what are you doing here?

He stammers as the dark skinned man is looking up at Chalmers with a vicious grin on his face. His hands are sitting below his face as he taps his index fingers together.

Sebastian Mercer: Come now Lloyd, you know exactly why I am here. After all, you did work for me.

Mr. Chalmers: Did?

Sebastian chuckles while slowly rising to his full height. He walks around his desk as one of the door near the back opens and a small Asian woman steps into the room. Chalmers gulps a little bit as he recognizes Kiara making her way towards him.

Mr. Chalmers: Hey Kiara, I didn't know you would be here.

Sebastian Mercer: I like you Lloyd.

Mr. Chalmers: Okay, where's Char? The press is outside waiting to hear about her return to Sin City Wrestling.

Sebastian takes in a deep breath before exhaling slowly. He looks Chalmers in the eyes while placing his hand on his shoulder.

Sebastian Mercer: You just don't get it. Ms. Kwan doesn't want to be associated with failure like you. If I am being honest, I don't want your name associated with Mercer Enterprises.

Mr. Chalmers: What are you saying exactly?

Sebastian clears his throat.

Sebastian Mercer: You're fired!!!

Mr. Chalmers' jaw drops to the floor as he sees an individual entering the room. This individual has dark purple hair, with a button blouse and dark denim jeans with holes in the knee. Tears slowly fill his eyes as Sebastian walks back around his desk.

Mr. Chalmers: Give me another chance Bash. I can do better.

Sebastian Mercer: This wasn't easy for me.  thinks about it before laughing Who am I kidding, that was fun. Now Lloyd, you can either leave with your dignity or I can have security hall your fat ass out of the fucking building. It's your call.

Mr. Chalmers looke around the room before leaning forward and placing his hands on Sebastian's desk. Mr. Chalmers is pleading for his job when Kiara slams her hand down across his back. Two muscular men enters the room and drags Chalmers out. Sebastian shakes his head as Char Kwan walks up next to him.

Char Kwan: That could have gone a little better Mr. Mercer.

Sebastian Mercer: You wanted to trim the fat in your organization and I just helped you remove the fattest son of a bitch.

Char grins while reaching down and grabbing the letter opener on his desk. Her grin turns to a look of disdain while twirling the letter opener in her fingers.

Char Kwan: Daddy didn't quite trust Chalmers. I don't quite know what he thinks of you. Now, you had better live up to your promises or.......

Char drives the sharp edge of the letter opener between his fingers as Sebastian lets out a sigh of relief.

Char Kwan: Next time, that will be your hand. Now, have you gathered any information on that masked cuntbag that I will be facing in my return match.

Sebastian shakes his head.

Sebastian Mercer: I have sent out emails. I have texted Christian Underwood. I even hired private investigators to find any information on this thing and got zero information. What are you going to do?

Char snarls a little while standing up to her full height. Her left hand is slightly curled into a fist. Her right hand is placed flat against her leg.

Char Kwan: For most of 2022, I have been sitting inside a dark room contemplating retirement. I haven't had the drive to compete. That all changed when one word kept creeping into my thoughts. Pain! Pain is the only word that echoed through my mind like a bat signal. So I got to thinking, I don't have to compete inside the ring anymore. All I have to do is inflict pain. That is my driving force this time. I don't care about titles. I don't care about these idiot fans. All I care about is hurting people.

Char takes a minute to catch her breath while chuckling under her breath.

Char Kwan: Speaking of hurting people, who is this masked bimbo? Does she really expect any of us to take her fucking serious? How many masked female wrestlers do you even see compete? Are you that much of a coward? No matter the reason, after I am done with you. You will be needing more than that mask to hide behind. I could just rip that mask off your face and show the world how hideous you look. Or I could just make it a permanent fixture after I break every bone in your face. Either way, I am not going to make this night easy for you.

Char starts thinking back on her match with Azzurine Vebbins.

Char Kwan: The last time I faced someone in my return match, I forced her into early retirement. Sad part is I wasn't even trying. Now this time around, I will be looking to make a statement and you just happen to be the one standing in my way. I don't care why you are wearing a stupid mask. I don't care that you are making your debut on Climax Control. What I do care about is how much pain I will inflict on you. Will I send you to early retirement like I did Azzurine Vebbins? Or will I make you regret stepping into the ring with me? No matter, what your answer is going to be on Sunday. Just know that I will not stop until you are lying in a pool of your own blood. Because I am out to prove that I am one of the most underrated bombshells on this roster. Unfortunately for you, I got a Slice of Asia just waiting to kick your head into the stratosphere.

Char Kwan uncurls her left hand before bringing both of her hande up towards her face. A devilish grin appears on her face as she looks down a bit.

Char Kwan: The Dark Side will soon be more than you can handle. Hell has opened up and the harbinger of pain shall ride through the flames. The world will soon hear the melodic tone from the Japanese Siren as pain and suffering will soon follow. No bitch is safe from her wrath. This masked bimbo has no earthly idea what she is stepping into on Sunday. She might think it's going to be a joyous occasion but in reality it's going to be an utter nightmare. Your dreams of becoming the best will soon vanish. No white knight is going to save you. The Japanese Siren will make your ears bleed with each song she sings. Pain will take over your body as the sounds of suffering overtake your mind. The only way to find any peace is after I put you down. The Japanese Siren will sing a song of victory after putting you out of your misery.

Char let's out a sinister laugh as the scene slowly fades.

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Climax Control Archives / Not worthy of my presence
« on: February 18, 2022, 11:02:07 PM »


Lincoln Daniels is sitting on a small wall just outside of the Malibu beach area. His eyes don't seem all that impressed with who he is facing.

Who in the fuck is JC? Why am I playing welcoming committee to some blowback from off the goddamn street? Have I really become that insignificant around here? You idiots don't have to answer these questions because I already know the answers.

I have done some research on this JC codsack and I wasn't impressed by what i found. This guy is like all these other veterans who get that itch to compete again only for it to go away in a month. These old fucks need to learn to stay home.


Lincoln rolls his eyes when a fan comes up to him. The fan asks him for an autograph but Lincoln shoves the fan away as his wife is standing behind him.

Do you believe this shit? That stupid bastard thought he could interrupt Mister Incredible. I don't fucking think so my dude. This time right here, MY time is a precious fucking commodity and I'll be damned if let anyone get in the way of that. So JC if you think you got the balls to step up to Mister Incredible then come on sunshine. Step the fuck up. Don't feel bad when i leave your punk ass bleeding in the middle of that ring. Because my PRESENCE is just as precious as my time and you sir are not WORTHY to be in my presence. So be prepared to have your head crushed beneath my boot.

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Climax Control Archives / No Thanks Giving
« on: November 26, 2021, 09:54:54 PM »
It's a beautiful night in Stanford, California as Char Kwan can be seen sitting on a bench just outside a candy store. There is a sign that reads closed as Char just shakes her head.

Krystal Wolfe, if you think I am finished with your punk ass then you are going to be in for a rude awakening. We all know you got freaking lucky against me at High Stakes. Once I am done with this disgustingly happy individual then I will be coming for you.

Char moves her head down towards the ground.

Is this some sort of joke?

Char lifts her head up as her eyes are telling the entire story.

Candy's last match was on that stupid cruise ship. Since then she had become a non factor on this roster. Now that she is back, am I just supposed to care? Candy means nothing to me. She is just another body I get to throw around inside that ring. If Candy wanted an easy match then she should have gone for Crystal Hilton or Jessie Salco. Because I won't take it easy as on her. I will do the same thing I did to Azzurine Vebbins. I will put this bitch on the shelf.

A hand appears into the shot as it drops the softball bat into Char's lap. Char smiles while holding it up.

Candy, I know you are a former Roulette Champion so after I beat you within an inch of your life. I will be knocking down Krystal's door and letting her know we aren't done. I don't care how much candy you eat or shower those disgusting cretins because at the end of the day. I will be the one left standing. The Japanese Siren will sing a song of violence and bloodshed. Candy will find out that one Slice of Asia will be enough to put her down.

Char gets up from the bench as a brick is tossed through the glass doors. The glass shatters as Char disappears into the shadows as sirens echo in the distance.

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Climax Control Archives / Journey
« on: October 08, 2021, 04:17:18 PM »


The past few months had been a very busy one for Char Kwan. After living in California for most of her life, she decided to move across the country to a city that is very dear to her heart. Reading, Pennsylvania is the home of Longshot Wrestling Council where Char Kwan has become somewhat of a mainstay when not competing for Sin City Wrestling. Outside of the ring, she and her adviser Mr. Chalmers has been working diligently to set up a business in the historic district of Reading. As the business is just taking off, a local reporter stops by after the grand opening.

”Mr. Chalmers, could we get a few words with Char Kwan?” the reporter asks as Mr. Chalmers places a hand over his heart while smiling.

”Absolutely,” Mr. Chalmers answers before his smile drops into a rather cheeky smirk. ”Not. My client will not speak to rats like you. All you do is twist words to fit your own personal agendas. Ms. Kwan wants to be a respectable business woman. Is that such a crime?” he adds as the reporter appears to be biting her lips.

As Mr. Chalmers is berating the nosy reporter outside the business, inside Char Kwan is standing behind the glass desk with Kiara and another woman right by her side. They are looking at a notebook which appears to be out of view of the security camera.

”Did you get the payments from these two yet?” Char asks Kiara in Japanese as the other woman listens closely.

”I haven’t yet but I can be very persuasive,” Kiara responds in the same language that Char spoke. Char is grinning from ear to ear while turning her attention to the brunette standing next to her.

”Find out what is keeping Joe so fucking long,” Char orders the woman who just nods her head before disappearing into the backroom. Char takes a deep breath while Mr. Chalmers walks back into the shop. He pulls out a small handkerchief and dabs it on the beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

”It’s hotter than a devil’s nutsack outside,” Mr. Chalmers comments as Char just shakes her head. ”Are we on par for the first event?” he asks as Char looks at him.

”So far we are on schedule. We need a few more things before we can announce it. Are you sure this is going to work?” She responds with a question of her own.

Mr. Chalmers chuckles as he steps closer towards the desk. ”I assure you this will go very well. We can earn a shit ton of money,” he assures her as Char pulls out the letter opener that she took from his office. Mr. Chalmers lets a lump drop down his throat as she places her elbow on top of the glass.
”I’m sure you remember this don’t you,” she says as Mr. Chalmers nods while whimpering. Char motions for Kiara to walk around the desk. Kiara nods while moving her feet across the tile floor and stands right next to Mr. Chalmers. She shoves Mr. Chalmers’ head down onto the glass as Char places the letter opener across his cheek. ”This had better fucking work since you screwed me out of owning Gamer Inc. If you try to stiff me then I will hunt your fat ass down. Do you fucking understand me?” she asks him. He lets out a whimper as Char drags the letter opener across his bare cheek. A small gush of blood oozes out of the gash as Char places her thumb into it.

She says something to him in Japanese before letting him up. Mr. Chalmers places his hand against his cheek as a single tear drops from the corner of his eye. Char just rolls her eyes when Heather McMurphy comes walking out from the backroom. ”Hey boss, I was just looking at the Sin City Wrestling website. It appears you have been booked in a match for Climax Control,” Heather announces as Char just laughs.

”Did they now? Just who is the unlucky fucker who will be tasked to face me,” Char wonders while continuing to jot down some names in her little black book.

”Azzurine Vebbins!?” Heather replies as Char turns to look at her young assistant.

”Who in the holy fuck is that broad?” Char asks as Heather shrugs her shoulders. Char glances around the room as several people just shake their heads. ”Does anybody know who the fuck Azzurine Vebbins?” Char asks again, her temper is starting to rise as Kiara taps her on the shoulder.

Kiara tells her who Azzurine is in Japanese as Char’s eyes widen. ”Are you fucking serious right now? That’s who I am facing in my return match. Wow, here I thought I would get my hands on that bitch Krystal Wolfe but Azzurine can be a perfect patsy. I mean she probably will come up with some stupid ass holiday to celebrate and try to make that relevant against someone like. Does she have any idea who I am? I am someone who could break her in half and not give two fucks about it,” Char adds as everyone is just looking on.

Char motions for everyone to continue working as she walks into the backroom.

Azzurine Vebbins is going to rue the damn day that she decided to step into the ring with me. Unlike her, I have a fucking mission and that mission is to kick the living dog shit out of Krystal Wolfe. Before I can do that, I need to make an example out of someone. That someone is you. I don’t care about holidays. I don’t care about celebrating random bullshit. I do care about leaving broken bodies. I do care about hurting other bombshells to the point where they decide to retire. Azzurine, I don’t care why you are in this match. It won’t fucking matter because I’m going to kick your fucking ass all over Washington DC. Let’s see you celebrate anything when you are laid up in the hospital with tubes sticking out of your ass. The Japanese Siren is coming and she’s coming for blood.

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Climax Control Archives / Golden Siren
« on: July 02, 2021, 07:33:49 PM »
As the fourth of July slowly approaches, Charlene Kwan is sitting inside Mr. Chalmers’ office with her feet firmly placed onto his coffee table. He is finishing up a phone call with another client as Charlene is scrolling through her recent emails on her phone. She stops scrolling through her emails when her eyes land on an email from Jackson Stewart. She opens it and reads the contents of it. Her eyes widen right as Mr. Chalmers’ hangs up the phone.

Mr. Chalmers: Are you alright Ms. Kwan?

Charlene doesn’t answer the question right away as she stands up to her feet. She walks across the floor and steps to the side of Mr. Chalmers. She places her phone down in front of him. He picks it up and looks at the email. Mr. Chalmers reads it before looking over at Charlene.

Mr. Chalmers: It would appear that Mr. Stewart is just trying to goad you into something.

Charlene Kwan: That’s what I am thinking as well. He knows that I am close to gaining what I want.

Mr. Chalmers: About that…..

Charlene turns her head to look Mr. Chalmers.

Charlene Kwan: Don’t tell me you fucked this up.

A small lump drops down his throat as she drags one hand through her recently dyed dark red hair. Mr. Chalmers sits in his chair twirling his thumbs as she looks at him.

Charlene Kwan: Are you going to tell me what happened?

Mr. Chalmers: as sweat drips down his face I don’t know what happened. I received a phone call from Alonzo and he said there was a problem. Something about Dustin Holt finding out about the recent security breach.

Charlene slaps herself in the face then drags her fingers down before looking down onto the desk. She sees a letter opener sitting on top of the desk. She picks it up in her hand and looks at it.

Mr. Chalmers: gulps What are you going to do with that?

Charlene Kwan: smirks I don’t know.

Charlene continues to examine the letter opener before stepping behind Mr. Chalmers’ desk chair. She reaches her arm around his chest, pulls him back while bringing the letter opener up towards his face. She places it next to his fat cheek.

Charlene Kwan: with a slight growl in her voice I’m growing tired of hearing so many excuses from you. You made me a promise that I will have Gamer Inc in my possession before the end of the year. Are you going to be able to keep that promise?

Mr. Chalmers: coughing I promise.

Charlene Kwan: squeezes her arm tighter What did you say?

Mr. Chalmers: I PROMISE!!!

Charlene releases her grip around his throat but drags the tip of the letter opener across his cheek. A small trickle of blood drips down his cheek as she drops the letter opener onto the desk. She steps to the side of Mr. Chalmers who is frantically digging through his drawers for a bandage.

Charlene Kwan: Don’t fucking let me down Chalmers.

Mr. Chalmers nods his head nervously as Kiara comes walking into the office. Charlene and Kiara have a conversation in Japanese as Mr. Chalmers pulls up the SCW website. He looks up the new card for Climax Control.

Mr. Chalmers: Well this is interesting.

Charlene turns her head while lifting her right eyebrow. Kiara does the same but lifts her left eyebrow.

Mr. Chalmers: It would appear that Mr. Ward and Mr. Underwood has booked you in a match with some golden ticket as the prize.

Charlene Kwan: What kind of bullshit is that? Does it say anything about the golden ticket?

Mr. Chalmers: shakes head No but you will be facing Seleana Zdunich.

A sinister grin forms across the lips as Kiara looks at her.

Charlene Kwan: I have been wanting competition for months. I didn’t want that stupid broad Krystal Wolfe. I didn’t want Maki. Ever since I fought Alicia Lukas, I have been hungry for someone to beat the fuck up. I was afraid that I would be relegated to facing the lowest scum on the roster. Yes, I am referring to those who act like the world is their oyster. It just makes me fucking sick knowing that my skill level is wasted at the bottom of the fucking ladder. Luckily, Mark Ward and Christian Underwood see something different inside of me. They see a potential that I’ve known I had since I first arrived on the scene as a tag team wrestler. Which is kind of funny seeing how I’m not much of a team player. Just look at my accomplishments before coming to SCW. I have held more singles championships than tag team championships. Those pale in comparison to what Seleana has accomplished in SCW. While she has all the talent in the world, she continues to play second fiddle to her obnoxious wife.

Charlene stops for a brief moment as she walks around the desk. She picks up a small statue in her hand as Mr. Chalmers is watching with bated breath.

Charlene Kwan: Seleana Zdunich is a former World and Roulette bombshell champion. We all know she only became the roulette bombshell champion because her wife placed her in a match that she never earned in the first place. How many battles and wars have you been a part of because of your wife? I’m beginning to think you are just a scapegoat for your wife to be a diabolical shitbag. Despite beating Alicia Lukas, you have yet to win a match with any significance. Ever since you lost both of your championships, you have become less relevant than Bea Barnhart and that is very hard to do in this company. I am sure you are going to mention how I haven’t won a single match in 2021. That is going to change come this Sunday.

You see while everyone is going to be celebrating the Fourth of July, I’m going to be bashing your skull into the canvas. While everyone is tossing back beer after beer, I’m going to be seeing how far your teeth will fly out of your mouth. While everyone is having a grand ole time, I’m going to be using you as my own personal springboard into superstardom. That golden ticket, whatever it may be, will be mine by the end of the night. I don’t care what you want or what those idiots in the stadium want. This is about me. This is about showing the world that Charlene Kwan is someone you should take seriously.


Charlene walks over toward the window while still holding the statue. She looks out the window as Mr. Chalmers lets out a soft sigh. Charlene lifts the statue up towards her face while looking down at it.

Charlene Kwan: I’m sure you are well aware that cats are supposed to have nine lives. I don’t believe that myth. Why? Because I have killed many cats by accident and none of them have ever come back to life. So tell me, do you have nine lives, Seleana? Or are you just someone who thinks she is a cat but is really a kitten? I don’t really care what your answer is because it’s not going to change the outcome. My skills and talent are just too much for you to handle. The Japanese Siren is going to make sure you can’t get back up. You see, I am going to target your legs and lower back. I am going to make it hard for you to fly around the ring and hard for you to lift anyone.

Once that is done, I am going to give you the biggest SLICE OF ASIA that you have ever seen. Then I am going to leave you in the center of the ring. After the bell rings, I am going to walk away with that golden ticket. As for you, I’m going to leave you RED, WHITE and BRUISED. See you on Sunday, bitch.


Charlene tosses the statue behind her back as Mr. Chalmers watches in horror. Kiara leaps and catches it before it lands on the floor. Both Kiara and Charlene are smirking as Mr. Chalmers is gripping at his chest. The scene slowly fades as Charlene continues looking out the windows with Kiara sitting on the edge of the desk.


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Climax Control Archives / The Siren sings
« on: June 18, 2021, 07:22:12 PM »
A dark cloud
Southern California
Off Camera

It’s a pretty day in Southern California as Charlene Kwan is standing at the edge of a pier. Her hands are holding a pair of binoculars. Off in the distance, Heather Bishop is just making her way onto the beach with Charlie Ingraham. Heather is the best friend of Sandra Holt and Charlie used to be a friend of Charlene. They are just enjoying a nice day on the beach but Charlene knows better. Charlene feels that Heather is trying to butter Charlie up for something before breaking his heart. As Charlene looks through her binoculars, an orange haired man steps behind her.

“What are you doing?” the man asks as it causes Charlene to jump a little. “What the fuck Spencer?” she questions him while placing a hand over her chest. Spencer Gosling, one of Charlene’s friends, motions at the binoculars in her hand and the sketchy placement. “Jack called me the other day and told me you have been acting strange. I thought he was just trying to prank me,” Spencer tells her as Charlene just shrugs her shoulders.

“I have no clue on what you are talking about,” Charlene lies while sliding her binoculars around her neck. Spencer watches her then points at the binoculars. “You are clearly up to something,” he points out as Charlene looks at him. “Why do you even care?” she asks him. Spencer is taken aback by the question as he just looks at her. “I don’t know what is going on with you but you haven’t been the same since you left Gamer Inc,” he answers. The moment he mentions Gamer Inc, a very bitter look appears on her face. “How dare you?” she questions him. “What?” he asks with his hands held up at a 45 degree angle.

“You know damn well what happened between me and that cesspool,” she fires back as Spencer is still a little dumbfounded. Charlene’s nostrils are starting to flare as Spencer tilts his head back a bit. “I have no idea what you are talking about Char. The guys and I were caught off guard when you abruptly left without saying a word,” Spencer says as Charlene looks at him. She shakes her head while looking back towards the spot where Heather and Charlie were positioned.

“Fuck,” she says out loud as Spencer lifts his right eyebrow up. “What?” he asks. “Nothing,” she huffs while shaking her head. Her nostrils continue to flare as Spencer places his hand on her left shoulder. Charlene looks at this gesture then slams her elbow directly into his ribcage. Spencer immediately drops to a knee as Charlene seems proud of herself.

“Don’t fucking touch me again,” she warns him while walking away without drawing any attention to them. Spencer is coughing while trying to gather his breath. Charlie and Heather come sprinting down the pier as Spencer finally works his way onto the bench next to him. “Spenc, are you okay man?” Charlie asks him while placing his hand on his back. Heather kneels down beside him as Spencer continues to cough. “Charlene,” he utters out as Charlie looks around. He doesn’t see her. “I didn’t see her,” he tells him. Spencer takes a deep breath while standing up to his feet. Both Heather and Charlie look at him as fear creeps across his eyes. “Trouble is brewing,” he tells them as they walk off the pier with each of them holding up Spencer. Charlene is watching from a distance as her lips curl into a very mean scowl. “I will get my revenge,” she states to herself while ducking into the crowd of people.

Leaving the Airport
Las Vegas, Nevada
Off camera

It had been a few months since Charlene Kwan had made an appearance in Sam’s Town. When her plane landed a couple hours ago, Mr. Chalmers made sure to meet her outside of the airport. He had a private limousine waiting for her with him sitting inside of it. Charlene steps out of the airport dragging her luggage behind her as the driver greets her first.

“Good day Ms. Kwan,” the driver says with a slight tilt of his head.

“Where’s Mr. Chalmers?” she quickly asks while completely ignoring the elderly man.

“He is right here,” the driver answers while opening the rear passenger door. Char shakes her head before stepping into the car. Once she is inside, her eyes meet Mr. Chalmers who is holding a clipboard.

“Hello Ms. Kwan, how was your flight?” Mr. Chalmers asks her.

“It was boring as hell,” she answers.

Mr. Chalmers smirks at the comment as he picks up a tall glass and pours some sparkling cider. He hands it to her. She takes it into her hand and sips on the contents.

“Where is Kiara?” Charlene asks him as he smiles.

“She is waiting for you at the location for your promotional video,” he tells her. Char looks at him.

“Do I really need to talk about the uselessness of Bea Barnhart?” asks Charlene as Mr. Chalmers nods his head.

“Unfortunately, you will have to talk about her. You also will be talking about Candy as well,” Mr. Chalmers answers. Char rolls her eyes while leaning against the seat. Mr. Chalmers pulls out his cell phone as it silently rings.

“Who is it?” asks Charlene.

Mr. Chalmers looks at the caller id. “It’s Vidal,” he tells her. A slight smirk forms across her lips as Mr. Chalmers answers the phone. Vidal Sanchez was hired to investigate Gamer Inc after being hired by Mr. Chalmers. Charlene allows him to talk as she just watches the scenery move past them as the limousine moves down the road.

Sam’s Town
Las Vegas
On Camera

Several hours have passed as Charlene is standing in the park next to Sam’s Town. She is watching the ring crew setting up the ring for Climax Control. She notices a poster for Summer XXXtreme as her eyes narrow in on the possible chance for her to be included in her first match on this card. As she is looking at the poster, her good friend Kiara slips the Climax Control card into her hand as her eyes nearly roll back into her head.

”Is this some kind of joke? Have I really fallen that far down the ladder that I have to face the biggest mouth on the roster? How did I go from testing my skills against Alicia Lukas and becoming an eyelash away from becoming the Queen for a day to having to fight for my chance to get a title shot? What has Bea Barnhart even done to deserve a match like this? I mean how many opportunities did she get at the bombshell roulette championship. How many times did she squander them all because she wrote checks her ass couldn’t cash?

Summer XXXtreme is the biggest party of the summer. Do I plan on being there? You better fucking believe it. How will I do it? I am going to blow right through two women on my way to getting my second chance at the Bombshell Roulette Championship. I am well aware that everyone is going to hone in on my abysmal win loss record. I swear that is the only thing people can talk about when it comes to me. Bea Barnhart has no real room to talk since she couldn’t win a championship without her husband. On her own, she is pathetic. Let’s be honest, Bea Barnhart is just a giant copycat with no true skill. I mean every time she is in a match it either becomes a snoozefest or it’s just a total annihilation.

In fact, I don’t remember the last time Bea Barnhart even won a match by herself. I almost forgot she was on the roster.”


Char takes a minute to catch her breath as Kiara is talking to her in Japanese. Char responds to her while laughing.

”I am surprised Candy was given this opportunity. Didn’t she just get a shot at Myra Rivers? Candy has been relevant for quite some time. I do know she was a very good Roulette Champion. In fact, I do believe she beat Bea Barnhart during one of her successful defenses. Ever since she dropped the belt, Candy has been floating like a cloud with no clear direction. I do feel that she will be the one who will give me a proper fight in this match. I’m not expecting much since she lives in a fantasy land filled with rainbows and unicorns. I will take extra pleasure in kicking your head off.

Let’s face it, you have three former champions in this match. I am a former SCW Mixed tag team champion with a seventy day title reign. You have Candy who is a former Roulette champion. Then you have Bea just lost the SCW Mixed tag team championships. I am looking forward to snapping Bea like a fucking twig. I am looking forward to giving Candy a strong dose of reality.

I can hear Bea now talking about how she is the most dominant female in this match. Which is a false statement. She gets dominated more than the Miami Dolphins. I mean think about it. Bea Barnhart is the epitome of someone who talks a big game but can’t back it up. I’m sure she is going to say that I’m not a tough competitor. Well, then I guess she should really talk to people like Courtney Pierce and Alicia Lukas. They will tell you differently. In fact, didn’t Courtney beat you? That’s got to be embarrassing. The fact you can’t beat someone that I did.

That’s the beauty of a triple threat match. I can literally pick and choose on who I want to break. I am bound and determined to get my hands on that dumb bitch Krystal Wolfe. This is my way of doing it. The fact that Johanna Kreiger cheated to retain her championship because she couldn’t handle what I was throwing at her. Is it solid evidence that there is someone who doesn’t want me to succeed? I will break through that glass ceiling. I will smash everyone in my way to getting what I want.

That Roulette Championship is what I want. I am willing to do whatever it takes to get it. Even if that means leaving two dumb fucks in a pool of their own blood. The Japanese Siren will sing a song. The Asian Assassin will slice and dice you fools. Then the South Korean Dragon will soar high above the clouds. No one is safe.”

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Climax Control Archives / Motive
« on: June 04, 2021, 11:58:16 PM »
Into The Void was a financial success for Sin City Wrestling as a whole. Mark Ward and Christian Underwood knew that the Queen for a day match would draw most of the crowds. The hours following Alicia Lukas winning the match, Charlene Kwan had slipped out of the arena without anyone seeing her. Mr. Chalmers and everyone in her camp have been silent. When Climax Control was announced, Mr. Chalmers shook his head after reading the type of match his client would be competing in on the show.

“Is this some kind of a joke?” Mr. Chalmers questions with his eyes pointed down towards the copy of the card in his hand. A small bead of sweat slowly begins to drip down his face. “What’s the problem?” a voice speaks out amongst the silence. Mr. Chalmers scans the room as a beautiful woman with dark red hair perks her head up while Charlene remains out of the room. “It would appear that Ms. Kwan will be in a triple threat match against two women with a history,” Mr. Chalmers responds as the woman pushes herself up to her feet.

“I see two more bodies to be left in Char’s wake,” the woman says in a very dark tone with a sinister grin forming across her lips. The same kind of grin shows on Mr. Chalmer’s lips. “I’m not worried about them. I’m worried that Ms. Kwan will not be happy,” Mr. Chalmers states as the young woman nods her head as she returns to her chair over in the corner.

Off camera

Mr. Chalmers continues to read the card over as the scene shifts to the inside of Char’s home in Walnut Creek, California. The dark purple haired warrior was sitting on her back porch. She was enjoying the summer sun while wearing dark sunglasses over her eyes. “This is just perfect,” Char tells herself while leaning her head back against the deck chair. As she was enjoying the sun, a deep green colored pick up truck pulled into the driveway. The engine cuts out as Jackson Stewart steps out of the truck. “I’m going to give her one more chance,” he says over the phone. Jackson listens to the other person while nodding his head. “I will be careful,” he assures the person on the phone before hanging up.

“Excuse me,” a voice calls out as Jackson turns his head to see an elderly woman crossing the street. “Hello,” he responds back as the woman gets closer. “Young man, I would be careful,” she warns him. Jackson couldn’t help but chuckle as he walked up to the door. The elderly woman throws her arms into the air as Jackson lets out a deep breath. He opens the door and enters the house. “Char,” he calls out while closing the door behind him. He walks through the house before noticing his best friend on her back patio.

“No wonder she couldn’t hear me,” he says to himself while walking towards the back door. He opens it as Char turns her head to see him. “What the fuck?” she questions while sitting up. Her purple hair draped across her shoulder as Jackson held up his hands. “I just came to talk,” Jackson answers as she stands up to her feet. “Talk? Look, I don’t need your friendship anymore. I’m done with everyone treating me like shit,” Char tells him while narrowing her eyes.

Jackson takes another deep breath while shaking his head. “You don’t mean that,” he tells her. Char shakes her head as her phone goes off in her pocket. “Get out,” she shouts at him.

On Camera

Climax Control 301 is the night where my luck changes. Maki and Candy have no idea what I can do inside that ring. At Into The Void, it came down to me or Alicia. I proved to the world that I’m not a joke. I proved in that match that I’m someone you need to pay attention to in this division. I’m not going to let this match slip through my fingers. So what am I going to do?

My motive for winning this match is to get myself back on track. Candy and Maki will be too busy picking up where they left off when Maki beat Candy the first time. Candy will be looking for revenge. Maki is going to be so focused on Candy that they both will forget about me.

That’s when I will take advantage. I will show the world that Charlene Kwan is going to be the one walking out with the win. The Japanese Siren is going to blow her whistle. She is going to kick the fuck out of both women. Climax Control 301 is going to be my night. I’m capable of adapting to any match you throw at me. Maki and Candy, your days are numbered.


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Climax Control Archives / A Wolfe with no howl
« on: February 25, 2021, 10:57:10 PM »
Dark Room
Mr. Chalmers’s Building
On Camera


It’s getting close to 9 in the morning as the scene opens into a dimly lit room. A 45” television sits on a dark mahogany shelf as the light from the screen happens to be the only light source shining inside the room. A leather covered chair is positioned in the center of the room as a silhouette of a man can be seen sitting in this chair with his hands in a diamond like shape in front of his face. His two index fingers tap against each other as his left leg is sitting comfortably over his right leg.

”Did I not make myself perfectly clear? My client is adamant on getting her hands on Jessie Salco and yet the management has done everything within their power to protect her. My client is not thrilled that she must make an example out of this completely innocent individual in Krystal Wolfe. Mr. Ward, I had very high hopes you would do the right thing. Mr. Underwood, you could have made it possible to give my client an incentive to partake in this match. Unfortunately, you have done nothing for my client. My client continues to sit on the sidelines while the bimbo who cost my client the biggest win of her career has been rewarded. I just hope you are prepared for the viciousness that will be unleashed.

The silhouette repositions himself in the chair as he places his left leg onto the floor. He is taking a few moments to collect his thoughts while looking directly towards a tiny red light.

Mr. Chalmers’ office
Mr. Chalmers’ Office Building
Off Camera

The sun was shining inside the office as Char Kwan was sitting behind the large desk. She appears to be working on some paperwork as Gretchen stands outside the doorway and knocks on the door. “Good morning Ms. Kwan,” she says in a delightful manner. Char rolls her eyes as she motions for Gretchen to come into the room. “What do you want?” she asks without lifting her eyes up toward her. “I was wondering if you would like some tea,” Gretchen answers, in a very happy tone. “Can you promise not to fuck it up?” she asks Gretchen while lifting her eyes up toward the young blonde.

Gretchen bows her head toward her as she leaves the office. Char just shakes her head as she continues to work on some paperwork. As Char continues to work, her phone shows multiple miss calls from her best friend Jack and her other friends. She didn’t show any care in the world as she continued to do what she was doing. A few minutes later, Gretchen makes her way back into the office holding a teacup on top of a saucer. After she places it down, she backs away as Char grips the handle with her index finger and brings the cup up to her lips. She takes a sip before looking directly at Gretchen. “What the fuck is this shit?” Char asks while spitting the contents back into the cup.

“That’s a ginger lemon tea with a hint of honey,” Gretchen answers before ducking the teacup flying at her head. “Did you not learn the last time? I only drink jasmine with honey,” she tells her. Gretchen keeps her head down a little as Char pushes the chair out and stands up to her feet. “I am sorry Ms. Kwan. I just thought,” she starts to apologize as Char puts her finger up in the air. “That was your first mistake. You thought,” Char replies while walking towards the window. Gretchen is slowly rising to her feet as Char notices a tan car pulling into the parking lot. “Gretchen, call security then tell the receptionist not to allow anyone inside the building,” she orders her. Gretchen turns on her heel and picks up the nearest phone outside of the office room.

The tan car finally finds a free parking space as the engine is cut off. The driver side door opens as Jackson Stewart steps out of the car. He looks a little upset as he marches his way toward the door. He pushes the door in as a couple men in security suits greets him first. “Sir, can we help you?” they ask him. “Yeah, I need to talk to Char Kwan,” he tells the men while planting both of his feet into the ground. “You will need to leave,” the security tells him. “I’m not leaving and if you touch me I’ll be sure to file assault charges,” he warns the guys as they hold their hands up into the air. Jackson slowly makes his way to the receptionist when Mr. Chalmers cuts him off.

“I should have known,” Jack scoffs as Mr. Chalmers leads Jack away from the onlookers. “Hello to you too Jack,” Mr. Chalmers greets him while holding his hand out towards Jackson. “I don’t shake hands with scum,” he says directly at Mr. Chalmers. A sly smirk appears on his face as Jackson watches him carefully. “Come now Jack, is that anyway to talk to an old friend?” he questions with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “Friend? You stopped being a friend the moment you sent thugs to scare my wife,” he tells him. “I’m a businessman Jack. If you can’t pay me then I have to collect somehow,” Mr. Chalmers says with a sly smile. Jack narrows his eyes toward the large frame man in front of him.

“You are scum,” Jack says with gritted teeth. “I know but I am scum with money,” Mr. Chalmers replies with a warm smile on his face. “Now, I do believe you were asked to leave so I suggest you do it before I file a trespassing charge against you,” Mr. Chalmers says with a vicious grin on his lips. “I have to speak to Char,” he fires back. “I don’t care,” Mr. Chalmers responds while snapping his fingers toward the security. “Show this prick the door and make sure he actually leaves,” he orders the two men standing next to the door. Jack shakes his head while moving towards the door himself.

As he is being shown the door, Char Kwan can be seen watching from the office window. A sick smile forms across her lips as she watches her supposed best friend getting treated like a criminal. Char is still looking out the window as Mr. Chalmers enters the office. “Is it ready?” she asks him while keeping her gaze towards the horizon. “We are almost there Char. Soon, you will be an executive of Gamer Inc,” he tells her while sitting down behind his desk. Char rubs her chin. “I will love to see the look on that bitch’s face when she sees me again,” Char mentions as Mr. Chalmers nods his head. “Just don’t get yourself into a fist fight on your first day,” he tells her with a chuckle.

A Wolfe with no Howl Promo
Las Vegas, Nevada
On Camera

It had been years since Char Kwan had stepped a foot into the Trejo Dojo in the southern part of Vegas. Wilber Trejo was busy teaching a new batch of students as he turned to see his former student Char Kwan. Wilber knew she would be here to use the promotional room and he motioned for her to take full advantage of it. Char just nods her head toward her old mentor before turning towards the small room off to the right. Char opens the wooden door and smirks at the set up. She quickly sets up the camera before stepping in front of it. She picks up the small trinket that has the record button on the top of it.

”I guess my warnings of brutality weren't taken seriously. It’s funny how a woman who has to stick her nose into my business gets awarded a title opportunity. While I am playing rookie breaker with this stupid bitch in Krystal Wolfe. I feel as if no one has any respect for what I can do in this business. I could have easily broke Jessie Salco’s finger last week but I chose not to. I could have slammed her face into the damn wall but chose not to. Do you know why? Because I am waiting till I get in the middle of that ring. Until I get what I fucking want, I am going to snap every bimbo who steps into the ring with me,”

Char takes a minute to reposition herself while moving her hair behind her ears.

”Krystal Wolfe doesn’t belong in the same ring as me. She doesn’t have the skill nor does she have the ambition to last five minutes with me. I find it interesting that this little shit has yet to win a match and yet she is already becoming a favorite to those who run the place. Yet, I am not shown the same respect. I mean you couldn’t beat your fellow graduate in Tempest. You talked so much about Ruby Steele and found yourself looking up towards the stars. Then last week, you thought you could beat Amber Ryan. I don’t know if you are just firing off at the mouth or if you actually believe your own hype.

This Sunday, your terrible luck will continue as I look to dispatch you with ease. You see I can kick your ass without breaking a sweat. I mean just ask Evie Jordan how hard I hit. I had her on the damn ropes before Jessie came into the picture. I bet you couldn’t beat Courtney Pierce. You are not on my level of greatness. This match will not be as competitive as you would like because I’m going to hurt you. I am going to make an example out of you. This is my world. I am not afraid to break an arm or leg.

You see, I am not going to be seeing your face in this match. I am going to picture Jessie Salco. What I do to you will pale into comparison to what I do to that bitch? While you might see this as your first win, that’s not going to happen. This match is my way of making a statement. You are just there as my scapegoat. You are just the placeholder. You are just the woman who is left in a pool of her own blood. I will not be held responsible for what happens to you. The Japanese Siren’s song will sing a brand new song. The world might think I am a joke but when I’m done with you. The only one laughing will be me as I make you the ultimate punchline. A Wolfe with no howl isn’t going to be enough to stop me.

The only way to save yourself is to not show up but I don’t think you are that smart. So I will enjoy everything that I do to you. This Asian is going to slice and dice a bitch in half. See you on Sunday if you show the fuck up.


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Climax Control Archives / Planning Session
« on: January 15, 2021, 07:46:43 PM »
Mr. Chalmers’ Office
Santa Monica, California
Summer 2020
Off Camera

It was a hot summer’s day in Southern California as Charlene Kwan has been sitting in the mahogany leather chair that is adjacent to her new agent Mr. Chalmers. Prior to her visit, she was sitting inside her two bedroom home just watching the world continue to move as the pandemic had caused everything to shut down. Thankfully, her job at Gamer Inc was still going strong despite the number of layoffs they had to make because of it. Mr. Chalmers was busy on the phone as his assistant walked into the office.

“May I get you anything Ms. Kwan?” she asks politely. “I’d like a cup of jasmine tea with a sprig of ginger and a pinch of honey,” she ordered. The assistant nods her head while backing out of the room. “That’s not good enough,” Mr. Chalmers shouts into the receiver before slamming the phone down. “Is there something wrong?” She asks curiously. Mr. Chalmers turns his head to look at his client. “Nothing that I can’t solve,” he vaguely answers her. “Will I be able to do it?” she asks him covertly as his assistant returns with her tea in hand. Char takes a sip and nearly spits it out. “What the fuck is this shit?” Char questions while glaring a whole into the poor woman. “It’s your tea,” she answers nervously. “Tea? You call this shit fucking tea. This tastes like piss,” Char retorts while shoving the cup back into the woman’s face. “Fix this shit or I’ll have your ass on the unemployment line,” Char demanded as Mr. Chalmers sat back in his chair and watched.

The young woman bows her head before ducking back out of the room. Mr. Chalmers is tapping his fingers together. “Where did that come from?” he calmly asks Char while looking at her. Char shrugged her shoulders. “That tea tasted horrible and it just came out,” Char says pretending to be innocent. “We can work with that,” he says while tapping his right index fingers against his cheek. His assistant walks back into the office as she is holding the cup of tea. “I hope this is a better cup Ms. Kwan,” she says while handing it to her. Char takes a sip and looks at the woman. “If I could fire your incompetent ass then I would do so,” Char hisses at her as Mr. Chalmers places his feet on top of his desk. “You may leave Gretchen,” he orders her. Gretchen doesn’t linger as she walks out of the office and closes the door behind her.

He waits as Char sips on her tea. “This shit is so fucking disgusting,” she says while putting the cup down onto the desk.  “Have you thought about a hostel takeover of Gamer Inc?” he suggested as Char looked at him. “Do you think I could?” she asks him. Mr. Chalmers gives her a sly grin. “I believe you could do anything you set your mind too. You are a brilliant young woman who has something most women dream of having these days,” he answers her. “What is that?” she asks while standing up to her feet and walking over towards the small table with adult beverages sitting on top of it.

“Would you like a drink?” she asks him. “You have ambition. You have drive. I don’t think your old friend Daniela had that inside of her,” he says. Char looks over her shoulder. “Why the fuck did you have to bring up that name?” she questions him with her nose crunched up. Mr. Chalmers holds his hands up. “You know damn well I can’t stand that stupid cunt,” she adds while Mr. Chalmers is sitting behind desk just thinking. “When do you go back to Gamer Inc?” he asks her.

“I’m supposed to be back later this week. Why do you ask?” she wondered. Mr. Chalmers smirks while leaning up in his chair. “I have an idea on how you can take over that company,” he tells her. Char looks at him a little confused as he looks at her. “Trust me Char,” he insists as she just nods her head.

Winter 2020
Char’s Home
Off camera

It was a chilly afternoon as Char was enjoying her time sitting beside her good friend. She had been struggling with the possibility of taking over Gamer Inc. Her friend Kiara, who grew up in Japan, had moved to the states in order to be close to her. “What is troubling you?” Kiara asks in broken English. “I’m not sure that I can or want that shitty company,” she answers. Kiara and Mr. Chalmers have been discussing the lingering effects this would have on Char’s relationships with the remaining friends she has in her life.

Mr. Chalmers has offered some of your friends lucrative contracts to stay,’ Kiara says as Char looks at her. “Jackson won’t go for it,” Char assures her. Before Kiara could reply, the doorbell sounds as Char looks out the window. Her heart shrunk a little as her best friend for over fifteen years was standing on her doorstep. Char steps into the foyer and opens the door. “We need to talk,” are the first words that pop out of his mouth. “Why?” Char asks. “I think you know why?” he responds while walking past her. He notices Kiara then looks back at Char. “What’s Kiara doing here?” he asks with a little anger in his tone.

Kiara doesn’t say a word as she vacates the room and heads upstairs. “What the fuck is your problem?” Jackson blurts out as soon as Kiara is out of sight. “I don’t have a fucking problem,” Char answers him while walking towards her kitchen. “The hell you don’t Charlene. Two weeks ago, you snapped at Felicia for no damn reason. Then yesterday, you were talking down to Beverly. So what the hell gives?” He asks her as she just rolls her eyes. “I told Felicia to get out of my face. It’s not my fault your dumb wife can’t listen to simple instructions. As for Beverly, the bitch had it coming,” Char says. Jackson is looking at her. “Where did this attitude come from?” he asks her. “Why the hell do you fucking care Jack? You’re too busy making babies and staying out of the spotlight,” she retorts. Jackson shakes his head. “I’m still your friend and I’m worried about you,” he states while placing his hands on her shoulders. “Why are you touching me?” Char asks him. “Did I tell you to touch me?” She says while looking into his eyes. Jackson looks confused until the tip of her knee meets his groin. He falls to his knees as Char looks at him. “Next time I’ll do worse,” she warns him while stepping out of the room.

Jackson watches her while trying to figure out why she is acting this way.

January 2021
Las Vegas
On Camera

Climax Control episode 287 was the last time Char Kwan had been seen on SCW television. That was until last week when she appeared on screen. Another video has been sent to SCW from an undisclosed location.

”Climax Control 287 was the night my career changed when I beat the hell out of Courtney Pierce. I did what most said I wouldn’t achieve. Since that day, I hadn’t seen any action until I made an open challenge. I didn’t know who would answer it. I half expected some lowlife bitch would answer it but thankfully I’m going to be challenged. I mean, I doubt my opponent is going to think of me as a challenge. Let’s be honest for a second. Evie Jordan doesn’t give a damn about anyone but herself.

She got all bent out of shape when that cunt face Jessie Salco claimed to have beaten her. I know that was a ball faced lie but who am I to say anything right. This isn’t even a proper match. It’s a bloody street fight. On paper, this would benefit Evie all day due to her violent nature. However, I’m going to use this fight to propel myself back into the title picture. I’m going to teach this bitch what it truly means to grind for everything. I mean when was the last time Evie Jordan ever fought from the bottom. She’s been handed everything and she takes this company for granted. Evie wants everyone to walk on eggshells around her.

I would if I feared her but I don’t fear any bitch on this roster. Because we all want the same fucking thing. We want to be the top female and we will do everything to achieve it. Now Evie, I am well aware of what you have done in this company. You are fairly accomplished.


Char takes a minute to catch her breath.

”You have held every championship that is offered to women. You have no idea how good others are based on your ego. I plan on waking your ass up. Because I know you will be focused on sending a message to Jessie Salco. I know your mind is on her. I know your focus is on her. So why would you focus on me? Why would you take this match seriously? You have no reason too since I’m not Jessie. Thank God for that because who would want to be that cunt bucket.

Now this is our first meeting and I aim to prove that I can hang with the big dogs. I aim to prove that I’m not a fucking joke. I aim to prove that when underestimated I am one of the baddest women on the planet. My skills are far superior than yours. My determination is strong. My will to be the best is unmatched. My speed and intensity has been proven time and time again. I don’t quit. I don’t give up. This Sunday, I will hurt you. This Sunday, I will embarrass you. I have no agenda. I have nothing to lose. You on the other hand, have everything to lose with this match. You can lose the momentum. You can lose focus. Above all else, you can lose your pride.

I don’t care why you asked for this match. I only care about kicking your ass and moving myself up that ladder. So Evie, go ahead and bring your best and I’ll be sure to do my worst. Cause the Japanese Siren is singing on Sunday.


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Climax Control Archives / Losing Streak Ends
« on: December 11, 2020, 08:08:46 PM »
The following may contain Japanese as a main language.

Last time we saw Charlene Kwan, she had just arrived in her homeland of Kyoto, Japan. She was greeted by an old friend who works with her father.

Kyoto, Japan
Off Camera


It’s a quarter past 5 in the morning, as Master Ryu is sitting cross legged on the floor of his two story basement. He is joined by his trusted companions as they wait for their meal. “Are you sure she is ready for this life, Master?” asks Kiko. Yamaguchi Kiko, the second lieutenant of the Crimson Dragons, has been with Master Ryu since he was nineteen years old. “With the right training, she will be a great asset to our cause as we strive to take control over Kyoto,” he says with a hint of optimism. The two men bow their heads as the cook walks into the room carrying a long wooden tray with three bowls of chai soup. The cook bows toward the three gentlemen before returning to the kitchen. Master Ryu bows in a show of respect as the two join him. “I don’t see how this creature can ever be a part of our organisation,” Aiko voices his concern as Master Ryu nods his head.

“I understand your concern my faithful companion but you must understand that soon she will gain control once my life on this earth is over,” responds Ryu with a soft voice while placing his hand on the shoulder of Aiko. As the three men are quietly enjoying their meal, a body begins to stir in the room just down the hall of where they were located. Two hands appear out from under the covers followed by the top of a head. One of the house maids walks into the room carrying a folded garment while placing it on the edge of her foot locker. “Good morning, lady Charlene,” declares the woman who spoke with a British accent. “What time is it?” mutters Charlene as she pokes the rest of her head out from underneath her sheets. “It’s almost 5:40,” responds the maid as she glides across the floor towards the window.

Without much hesitation, Charlene tosses the covers to the side as she swings her legs over and places her feet onto the floor. The maid stands next to her as she holds out a fluffy white robe. “Would Lady Charlene like to bathe before joining her father in the dining hall?” asks the maid. Charlene shakes her head. “No, I took one last night,” she answers politely. The maid bows before heading towards the door. “Very well, I shall leave you to get ready,” she says before stepping over the threshold and pulling the door shut behind her. Charlene waits for a few minutes before scrunching her nose up. “Ano meinu wa gamandekinai (I can’t stand that bitch),” Charlene mumbles under her breath, in Japanese, as she quickly slips her traditional kimono onto her body.

She stands in front of the mirror as a slight knock on her door echoes into the room. “Donata (who is it?)” Charlene asks while standing with her back towards the door.  “Sore wa anata no otōsandesu (It’s your father),” he answers as she moves across the floor. She turns the knob and opens it slightly. “Ohayō otōsan (Good morning father),” she says softly while bowing towards him. “Ohayōgozaimasu, watashi no saiai no musume, dō yatte nemashita ka? (Good morning, my darling daughter, how did you sleep?)” he replies with a question. “Totemo yoku nemuremashita (I slept very well),” she responds while closing up her kimono. “Anata wa watashi no musume ga utsukushiku miemasu (You look beautiful my daughter),” he compliments her while looking at her with a smile on his face.

A few hours had passed as Charlene had changed out of her kimono and put on a pair of athletic shorts with a tee shirt. Her hair was tied up into a sharp ponytail as her hands were holding her cell phone. “Good morning, Charlene,” Kiara says while standing on the wooden railing overlooking the trail. She balances herself on the bottom rail while looking down at Charlene. Charlene takes a quick second to glance up at her before returning her gaze towards her phone as she is trying to pick the perfect playlist for her upcoming run.  “Good morning,” Charlene says while not looking at her. “Why you no look at me,” Kiara asks in broken English while stepping over the railing and taking a quick seat on the top rail. “No offense Kiara but I don’t know you,” Charlene says with a lot of conviction in her words. Kiara tilts her head to the side before sliding down the hill and looking at Charlene face to face. “Watashi wa anata no tomodachidesu (I am your friend),” says Kiara as she looks to join Charlene on her run. Charlene looks at Kiara suspiciously before uttering the question “Anata wa hontōni tomodachidesu ka, soretomo yatowa reta bodīgādodesu ka (Are you truly a friend or just a hired bodyguard?)” Kiara takes a minute to think about her response. “Charlene, I was your friend long before you moved to the United States. We were glued to each other like no one ever saw before. After you left, I was asked to do unspeakable things for your father which I have done with no regrets. When I heard you were coming home, I asked your father if I could be your bodyguard and he agreed. So to answer your question, yes. I am truly your friend and also your bodyguard,” Kiara answers as Charlene just looks at her.

As the two young women are conversing, Master Ryu and his two lieutenants are standing on the second floor balcony just watching. “We have received word that our shipment will be coming into the port around eleven thirty this morning,” Aiko says as he keeps his eyes pointed toward Lady Charlene and Lady Kiara. “Excellent, the first step into us taking control of Kyoto is almost complete,” replies Ryu. “Is she ready?” asks Kiko. “She will be once Kiara has gained her trust. It will only be a matter of time before the Siren is unleashed,” Ryu assures his young associates before turning on his heels. Without any more words, the trio disappear back inside the mansion.

Undisclosed location
On Camera

It’s been several weeks since High Stakes aired on the SCW network. Since that day, Char Kwan has been pacing back and forth in a small room which appears to be dimly lit. Her advocate, Mr. Chalmers appears to be sitting down on a brown leather couch with a legal notepad right in front of him. In his right hand is a blue ballpoint ink pin with a cell phone in the other. He seems to be jotting something down as Char appears to be in a very foul mood.

“Is that how you want to play? The biggest fucking travesty occurred during my match with Johanna and nothing gets done about it. I bet if it happened to Samantha Marlowe or to anyone else something would have gotten done? No, because Char Kwan is still treated like some god damn rookie. I swear if I somehow try to gain any sort of momentum it gets taken away from me. I was dominating that stupid cunt and she knows it. She couldn’t handle anything I threw at her. So instead of fighting with honor like she claimed, she resorted to taking a fucking shortcut like a coward.”

Char takes a moment to catch her breath. She looks over at her advocate as he is just wrapping up his phone call.

“I just got off the phone with Mark Ward. He didn’t say you had a rematch but you will still be in the title picture as long as you can turn this losing streak around which I believe you can do now that you don’t have those losers around you,” he tells her with confidence.

Char looks at him before snarling her lips.

“For two fucking years as Mercedes Vargas likes to tell everyone, I have yet to win a fucking match. That is a streak I didn’t want nor did I ask for it. It just fucking happened because I relied on people to get the job done. My entire career here in Sin City Wrestling has been nothing short of an embarrassment and I can’t stand it. I know my talent and my skills are better than half of these idgets on the fucking roster. Think about it, it took Johanna Krieger cheating to beat me. I know that I can beat anyone on any given Sunday but I feel as if someone doesn’t like me. Is it because I’m Asian? Is it because I’m not attractive? Is it because I don’t kiss every fucking ass that walks past me? I don’t understand why every time I step between those ropes, I always end up on the losing end. Well that stops Sunday. Why? Because I’m going to make Courtney Pierce my own personal bitch,”

Char stops pacing for a little bit as she stands just off to the right.

“Don’t take this personal Courtney. I’m done with being the easy victory for everyone. I don’t come to this company just to lose all the damn time. Besides, you haven’t had the best of luck either since you returned to SCW. I did take the liberty of looking at all you have done for this company. I found nothing that makes you even a threat. Besides the fact you won the BFTP but let’s be honest you were probably carried by Fenris. Think about it, since that accomplishment what have you done since except cry about how you spent two years out of the sport. Boo fucking hoo! I don’t care how long you’ve been out because in all reality you are nothing but a waste of good oxygen.

If you think I’m underestimating you then think again. In order for that to occur, I would have to respect your abilities which I don’t. I used to be all about respecting my opponents and giving them the benefit of the doubt but after what happened at High Stakes that ship sailed.

So you can bring all the energy and everything you got because it’s the only way you are going to have a chance. I’m no longer the push over. Now, I’m the one who will be pushing back. I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t care if you think you need this match to make yourself feel anything. This match to me is my way of sending a message to everyone in the bombshell roulette division. That message is to stay the hell out of my way or you will get put in your place.

Courtney Pierce is just the beginning. My losing streak ends and there isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop it.”


Char snarls while narrowing her eyes.

“Climax Control will be the night where Courtney Pierce’s bad luck continues. No more games will be played as I knock her the fuck out. The Japanese Siren has spoken. Sayōnara meinu! (Goodbye bitch!)”

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Archived Roleplays / A rp featuring Dustin Holt
« on: November 04, 2020, 07:47:27 PM »
The following roleplay is for mature audiences only.
August 2013

It’s getting close to midnight as the moonlight shines through a rundown hotel room. This room almost looks like a warzone as the walls are riddled with bullet holes and blood is splattered all over the place. Three bodies are lying on the room floor with pools of blood surrounding them. The fourth body is lying face down on the bed wearing nothing but basketball shorts. His right hand is clenching a 9mm handgun and his left a bottle of jack daniels. The sound of loud snoring fills the room as the moon continues to light up the room. The snoring continues as it muffles the sound of feet approaching the room. “Hello in the there,” says the hotel manager as he knocks loudly on the door. “I have been getting complaints from other guests about the excessive noises coming from this room,” he continues while knocking on the door.

The body lying on the bed begins to stir as the hotel manager continues to bang on the door. “Who in the hell is making all that racket?” asks the body as he lifts his face from out of the pillow. “This is Ike Travers, the hotel manager, can you open this door?” he responds. “Do you have any fucking idea what time it is Mr. Travers?” yells the body as his face glistens from the moonlight. “Sir, the guests have been complaining about loud noises coming from this room. I just want to make sure everything is okay,” replies Travers as he begins to rifle through his own pockets. “I can assure Mr. Travers, all I was doing was getting some sleep. I would appreciate it if you kept the motherfucking noise down,” the man screams as he lies back down on the bed. “I’m afraid I can’t do that sir. I must enter this hotel room,” says Travers as he pulls out his universal card key from his pocket. “This is your last chance to open the door,” warns Travers. The man sits back up, points his revolver towards the hotel room door and cocks the hammer back. “If you value your fucking life then I wouldn’t open that door,” he demands. Travers doesn’t heed his warning as he slides his cardkey through the card reader. The tiny little light blinks green as he tilts the handle down.

The door swings open just a little as  sees the barrel of the gun pointing right at him. “Are you going to shoot me?” begs Travers while putting his hands up. “I’m thinking about it. Who did you say you were again?” the man asks while trying to wake up. “My name is Ike Travers,” repeats the hotel manager. A slight snicker escapes from the man holding the gun “Travers? Travers? That name sounds vaguely familiar. Do you know who I am?” he asks. “I don’t quite remember your name, sir,” answers Travers. Another snicker comes out of the man’s voice as he follows it up with “Since you were kind enough to introduce yourself, I guess I could return the favor. My name is Holt. Dus…”

“I know who you are,” interrupts Travers as I gets up off the bed. “Oh, you do. Please enlighten me, how in the hell do you know me,” I said with a sarcastic tone in my voice. “You are Dustin James Holt, the stupid fucker who got drunk last night and shot three CIA Agents,” divulges Travers with a slight snicker of his own. “Those three weren’t agents besides how in the hell did you know they were shot?” I curiously ask him. “You are the only person in this room with a gun who is alive for starters. Plus this room is riddled with bullets and blood splatter,” assumes Travers as I put the bottle of Jack Daniels on the bed. I continue to point the gun at him while running my free hand over my hair. “I didn’t kill them,” I assure him. Travers cocks one eyebrow up as I tilt my head to the side. “What?” I finally blurt out as the silence was starting to annoy me. “If you didn’t kill them then who the fuck did?” he finally asks. “Why in the hell do you care so much about three sacks of shit. If you ask me, they deserved to get gunned down like this,” I blatantly say while uncocking the hammer and putting the gun back in my waistband.

“I only care because they got gunned down in my hotel,” answers Travers as I chuckle a little. “Oh give me a fucking break. Most people would kill for this kind of excitement. Well, I better get going,” I reply while putting my tank top back on my body. “Where the fuck you going?” he asks me while grabbing a hold of my wrist. “You are one stupid bastard huh. I never stay in one place very long. Sooner or later, Viola Vance will find out about her three pussy snatchers got popped,” I smugly answer as Travers tightens his grip. “Answer the fucking question, where are you going?” asks Travers again with dark smirk on his smug face. “You are some kind of stupid. I told you where I was going and yet you still have a tight grip on my wrist. So if you want to keep your hand on your body, I suggest you remove it now,” I tell him while reaching into my waistband with my free hand. “I figure we wait for Viola to get here so she can kill you,” he admits with a smuggish grin on his face. “Is that so well maybe you can give Viola a message for me when you see her?” I ask him with a very toothy grin on my face. “What’s the message?” he smuggishly asks me.

I softly chuckle while pulling out my 9mm out of my waistband, putting it right next to his temple and cocking the hammer. “Tell her not to send boys to do a woman’s job,” I say while squeezing the trigger. Travers slowly falls to the floor as brain matter covers the walls. I chuckle a little louder while looking at the four dead bodies lying in this one hotel room. “I really out did myself,” I say while cleaning my prints off the weapon. I work quickly to reposition some of the bodies so it doesn’t look so much like a clusterfuck. After I finish moving the bodies, I place the 9mm in the hand of Ike Travers. As I am doing that, I let out a quick snicker. I once again pat myself on the back before wiping all of my prints off of everything I touched. I pick up the same bottle of Jack Daniels that I was drinking out of and quietly exit the room. As I am walking down the hallway, several guests stick their heads out into the hall. I tuck both hands in my armpits while trying to be convincing with the next few words that comes out of my mouth. “Everything is alright folks. Just go back to your regular scheduled evening okay. Although someone might want to call 9-1-1 because I believe the hotel manager just murdered three people and committed suicide,” is what blurts out of my mouth as I turn the corner. The sound of doors being slammed shut was like music to my ears as I run my fingers through my sweaty hair. “I really should take a shower,” I mutter to myself while leaving the hotel through the fire exit.

September 10-13, 2015

Two years have gone by as my life has returned to normal. I knew the investigation would stall after all the evidence started to fall apart at the seams. Would I like to see the look on Viola’s face? On one hand I would love to see the look on that bitch’s face but on the other hand I don’t risk jeopardizing my freedom for some cunt. During these two years, I have moved back to my hometown of Gainesville, Florida and started to get back into shape. Not to mention, I wanted to get back inside a wrestling ring. When my plane finally touched down at the Gainesville Airport, I was greeted by my beautiful wife Candi. The sight of her nearly made me jump out of my muddy boots. “Hi babe,” she says as she flings her arms around my neck. “I missed you sexy,” I said as we share a passionate kiss. We finally pull apart as we head for the parking lot. My brother K-Dawg is standing by our Honda CR-V with a smile on his face. “Hey yo,” he says as we high five each other before doing a manly shoulder tap. “Right back atcha bro,” is how I respond to him. “Man, I got some big news for you and Candi,” he says. “Can it wait Ken? Dustin and I really want some quality alone time,” replies Candi while trying to give Ken her puppy dog eyes.

“No, this can’t wait Candi,” he retorts. “What is so important, man?” I finally ask him. “Have you ever heard of a wrestling promotion called Galveston Island Wrestling?” he answers with a question of his own. “Dude, who hasn’t heard of them? I’ve become quite a fan of their show Revolt. Why do you ask?” I answer. “Because they are in need of some good wrestlers and brother I sent them a package of your greatest matches,” he replies with a solid grin on his face. I put both of my hands on his shoulders and exclaim, “Are you serious!?” K-Dawg just nods his head as I release my grip on his shoulders. I glance over at my wife who doesn’t seem to be all that amused by this sudden announcement. “I just got you home and you want to leave me again,” she says while crossing both of her arms in front of her chest. “You really want to do this now,” I reply with a slight bit of anger in my voice. “It’s been two years since I seen you. I got no phone calls, emails or a motherfucking postcard. I was really hoping you would stop all of this nonsense about becoming the greatest wrestler that ever walked the earth,” she proclaims while shifting her weight just slightly. “Admit it babe, you are washed up. You haven’t been good since 2009. Why would anyone want to take an unnecessary risk on you anyway?” she continues with the harsh comments. “Are you finished yet?” I politely ask while trying to hide how annoyed she just made me. “Dustin, it’s simple really I forbid you to leave me,” she says while placing one hand on her hip.

“You knew damn well that I couldn’t share any information about what I was doing two years ago. Did I fucking miss you? If I was being honest with myself then I would probably say fuck no. It was nice not to hear some cunt bitch trying to control your every fucking move. Since I am being honest, I’m happy to say that I even got drunk because you weren’t around. Do you know what else happened those two fucking years we were apart?” I ask of her while shifting my own weight around. “What else happened?” she asks. “I discovered some very naughty pictures of you and some fuckwald sleeping in our bed,” I answer with toothy grin. “Um, I can explain that,” she utters while tilting her head down. “Does it look like I give two shits about you screwing some manwhore? I understand women have motherfucking needs but you need to understand one damn thing. I don’t stick around for lazy fucks who love to nag just so they can hear their own cocksucking voice,” I comment as her cheeks begin to flush red. “There is one thing that does bother me though and that is you telling me what I should do about my own goddamn wrestling career. I guess you forgot who pulled your ugly ass off the streets when you were homeless. Did you fucking forget all I did to keep clothes on your damn back? Did you forget that it was my damn money that paid for your boob and nose job?” I continued. “No but that still doesn’t change the facts that you suck these days,” she replies while lifting one eye off the ground towards me.

“I am tired of listening to your cum swallowing voice so it’s best that I drop your fucking ass right here,” I retort while removing my hand from her waist. “What are you saying?” she asks. “He’s saying hit the damn bricks bitch,” answers K-Dawg as he points toward the open road. “Why...I...uh” she scoffs while walking off. I watch her walk away as a sigh of relief comes across me. I then turn my attention to Ken. “Where is this Galveston Island Wrestling?” I ask. “In Galveston, Texas,” he answers. “Thank you,” I reply as he nods his head. K-Dawg doesn’t say another word as I give him one more high five before turning around and heading back towards the airport. He continues to watch me as I walk through the sliding glass doors and disappear inside the airport. The sound of keys jingling distracts K-Dawg as he opens up his hand to find my keys sticking between both fingers. A soft grin comes across his face as he sees a plane take off into the night sky.


September 15, 2015

After Revolt went off the air, the card for Unscripted was announced and I was shocked to see my name listed as one of the participants in the Unscripted battle royal. Once I find out about my participation, I hop onto the next train going to Austin, Texas. While sitting on the train, my mind starts to wander about the upcoming match.
“I wonder how many of my opponents are going to discuss how a battle royale actually works. A lot of people believe if you eliminate everyone in the match that you are destined to win. I hate to be the one who bursts your bubble but that kind of thinking will get you eliminated for sure. These kind of matches aren’t about brute strength. These matches aren’t about who has more talent than the other. Battle royales are won by those who are not just physically strong but mentally strong as well. Yes, having bulging muscles are good to have if you know how to use them correctly. I bet most of you are going to target me. That would be smart due to me still being new to the company. You wouldn’t want to see a newbie at the head of pack. I really don’t think that will sit well with the likes of Alexis Terry, Terry McKenna, Geneva Lost and Johnny Violence. These four individuals have just as much right to that number one contendership than anyone. However, I highly doubt they have the same experience as me in a match like this.”

I take a moment to catch my breath as the train pulls into the Amtrak station in Austin, Texas. I step off the train while carrying my only possession on this planet. I resume my thought while standing on the platform.

“I have been in numerous battle royales throughout my career and I have won at least 8 of those. So I know what I am talking about when I say that battle royales are like a human chess game. For those who aren’t familiar with chess then you can think of this match as a king of the hill game. You want to be the last man standing in the ring. You must use your brain but I know that could be too much to ask from some of my opponents. I know some will be hitting the ring hoping to be one who eliminates the most people but don’t your personal goal overshadow the true goal. The main reason we are in this match is to crown the next #1 Contender for the Undisputed Championship. I know Alexis Terry will do everything she can to get herself back into the limelight but she needs to realize that I am gunning for the same thing.

If you were to ask me what my goal is for this match. My answer is to be the man leaving Austin, Texas as the next #1 Contender. How am I going to do it? That’s the simple part, I am going to use this.”

I point to my own head while taking another breather.

“When I first signed my name on the dotted line, I wanted to work my way up the ladder but this match can change everything. ‘It only takes one match’ is the one phrase that I have heard throughout my life growing up. My father would drill that into my brain. Unlike most people in this company, I started my professional career at the age of 16. I was trained by my father. Each night before I left my father’s dojo, he would say ‘one match can change everything.’ I didn’t believe him at first but my second match as a professional wrestler saw me winning my first championship. Why am I telling you this? Because I want you to know how important this one match can be for someone’s career. I maybe a little out there because of my antics but make no mistake. I will be the one who out performs everyone else. I will be the unsung hero of this war. I just hope you all can go the distance.”

I say with a little chuckle in my voice. I finally step off the platform as a taxi pulls out front. I toss my bag across the seat while looking back at the train station.

“It’s just about feeding time and man am I one hungry puppy. Catch you assholes at Unscripted.”

The last thought from my mind is said as I finish getting into the cab and close the door. The taxi drives off as the scene fades.

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Climax Control Archives / Japanese Nightmare
« on: October 16, 2020, 05:24:42 PM »


It is another gorgeous day in Santa Monica, California as Charlene Kwan is enjoying the nice cool breeze as she lounges on her patio chair. Her hands are holding a small mug of peppermint tea as she watches her American bullpup play with the garden hose. As she watches him, she decides to do a shoot video for her upcoming singles match with Samantha Marlowe on Climax Control this Sunday.

[color=teal“Isn’t that just a beautiful sight to see? I am quite sure everyone is wondering why I turned my back on those nimrods. Unfortunately, I don’t owe anyone an answer or an explanation as to why I chose to think of myself for once. Ever since I resigned with Sin City Wrestling, I had every intention to see the Trenton Tigers rise to the top of the mixed tag division. Unbeknownst to me, these idiots cared more about pleasing the sheep than improving their skills inside the ring,”[/color]

Char takes a minute to get up off her chair while collecting her thoughts. She glides across the patio and kneels down next to her puppy. She runs her hand softly down his fur while looking back into the camera.

“I have heard that this Sunday will be the biggest test in my career. I just don’t see how this weakling is supposed to be the biggest test in my career. Samantha Marlowe isn’t a test. She is a massive joke. Everyone claims that she is the best that the company has to offer. No, she is just the luckiest bitch on the roster. I mean think about it. She barely escapes Daniela Rodgers which is surprising in itself. She also barely survives Violet Holt. Samantha Marlowe may have some talent coursing through her body but it’s nothing special. It will be an amazing spectacle when I take the hero of the bombshell division down a peg or two,”

Char pauses her video when she notices Mr. Chalmers walking through her back gate. Char’s puppy lets out a light bark as her advocate makes his way up to her patio.

“Good afternoon Charlene,” he greets her. “Good afternoon,” she recalls as she looks at him. “Did I miss an appointment?” she asks him. “No, I was just heading home and thought I would stop by for a minute,” he answers. Char gives him a soft smile while patting her puppy on the head again. “Are you prepared for Samantha Marlowe?” he asks her. Char has a confident smug on her face. “I am so prepared to face this stupid bitch that I doubt she fully understands who she is facing this time around,” Char responds as Mr. Chalmers is nodding his head.

Char looks away from him while lifting her phone back up to her face. “Are you watching videos of Sam?” he pipes up while sitting on the edge of the patio. “No, I figured I would continue the vlog I was making about how I will destroy the little miss sunshine after her dismal showing at Violent Conduct against Myra Rivers,” answers Char. Mr. Chalmers softly runs his hand over Char’s puppy. “When should I contact your friend?” he asks her. “Soon,” is all she says as he turns his attention to the puppy.

As Chalmers is occupied with the puppy, Char takes the moment to walk away from them and resumes her shoot video for Climax Control.

“This Sunday will mark my second solo match up since joining the company as part of Gamer Inc. I am so ready to show why I was the most talented individual in both units. Think about it Samantha, I have been trained in at least four different martial arts. I am lethal with every part of my body. My mind is just as wicked as my kicks and fists. Did you think I walked out on Vector by accident? Do you think I spent months devising a plan to make this about me for the first time in years? Samantha Marlowe may be the sweetest girl on the roster but come Sunday she will be nothing more than my bitch.

The company has labeled you as this little miss sunshine but I will be the dark shadow that covers you. I’m not above stooping low if it deems necessary. I am not afraid to damage those ribs of yours. I know they are the weakest part of your body followed by your ankles and your knees. I know you love to fly around the ring but so do I. I can match you but my intensity level has risen above normal.

The Japanese Siren will make you sing til your voice dies out. This Sunday will be my night to finally make people believe that I am better than Samantha Marlowe. The fact that her focus is on the bombshell roulette championship. I know you will think less of me. Your focus will be off. My focus is strictly on kicking the living shit out of you. I’m going to ruin your life and your night. Consider me as your Japanese nightmare.”


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Climax Control Archives / Meet Frustration
« on: August 14, 2020, 03:56:33 PM »
“Damn it!” shouts Violet as she slams her iPod onto the ground. She couldn’t believe that her mission on destroying Candy hadn’t come to fruition. Violet thought she would kick the living shit out of her before finally getting her opportunity at regaining the one championship she hadn’t lost.

“What’s the matter Vi?” her Aunt Caroline asks with concern in her voice. Violet glances over her shoulder while keeping her eyes narrowed.

“The new card for Climax Control was just announced,” answers Violet as she walks over toward the barbell station in her father’s gym. Violet felt more at home in this gym then the other gyms she had to visit due to the pandemic.

“Are you getting your rematch?” asks Caroline.

Violet violently shakes her head while wrapping her fingers around the 30 pound barbell. Caroline doesn’t know what to say. “You don’t deserve a rematch,” booms a voice that causes both ladies to jump a bit. Caroline whips her head around as Violet just rolls her eyes in annoyance.

“What the hell do you want dad?” she asks.

“I want you to stop acting like you are the victim,” he answers.

Violet looks over her shoulder at her father while raising her eyebrow. “What the hell are you talking about daddy?” she questions him.

Dustin shakes his head while crossing his arms in front of his chest. He looks at his baby sister before turning his attention back towards his daughter. “For months, you have been crying like a victim. The time for crying is over with Violet. It’s that you started acting like a Holt. We are known for holding grudges and fighting till our hands bleed. It’s time you picked up that legacy and carry it into the SCW,” he tells her while giving her a stern look.

Violet turns to face her father while cocking her head to the side. “Are you actually giving me permission to be the crazy ass bitch that you wanted me to be all this time?” she asks him sarcastically. She knew deep in her heart that the only way anyone would take her seriously would be to fully embrace the five feet of crazy that lies inside of her. She knew that her opponent for this upcoming Climax Control wouldn’t know what to do against her.

Her father nods his head while turning away from Violet and heading back towards his office. Caroline follows him as they were discussing re-opening the Dog Pound Wrestling Academy. Violet watches at the two of them disappear. She then pulls out her cell phone and proceeds to film herself talking about Climax Control.

”Hello Sin City Wrestling nation, I’m going to be completely honest with you. Summer XXXtreme sucked. It really did especially since that shit stain named Candy walked out of our match with the victory. I don’t know how that happened but you can rest assured I will get payback on that skunk bag. Until that day comes, I will thoroughly enjoy putting Jessie Salco through hell. According to the match preview, it says that she appears to be “frustrated” whatever the hell that is supposed to mean.

I’d like to know how she can be frustrated. Does she even know what frustrated means? For the past several weeks, this bitch has received more title opportunities than anyone. What has she done with them? She failed. She blew every opportunity. How did she respond? She gave excuse after excuse. Well, I got news for you Jessie.”


Violet pauses for a minute to bring her face closer towards the camera.

”You know nothing about being frustrated. You see these eyes Jessie. This is the look of frustration. These are the eyes of someone who is merely pissed off. Do you have any idea what kind of hornet’s nest you are walking into this Sunday? You see Jessie. I’m not coming to Climax Control to play games. I’m coming to kick some serious ass. I don’t give a fucking damn about how frustrated you might be Jessie. Because I’m going to unleash all this pent up rage and aggression that has been boiling up inside of me.

Unfortunately, that spells trouble for your punk ass. You see I’m going to pummel you so badly that even your own boyfriend won’t recognize you. I’m going to enjoy tossing your ass halfway around the ring before dropping you with a vicious purple rainmaker. You see Jessie. I’m not going to use this match to gain myself a title match. Oh no. I’m going to use this match to send a firm warning to every bitch who thinks about going after the Bombshell roulette championship. I am going to hurt you. I’m going to maul you. I’m going to embarrass you. Then I’m going to show the entire world just how pathetic you truly are in the end.

So Jessie, I wouldn’t say a fucking thing about you being frustrated because come Climax Control. YOU MEET FRUSTRATION. Catch you soon bitch.


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Climax Control Archives / Who is Brandon Sludge?
« on: July 17, 2020, 05:59:24 PM »
 
WHO IS BRANDON SLUDGE?

<p align=right>Life in between wrestling
Off Camera



They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. That’s what Brandon Saunders had thought before joining the wrestling business. He had dabbled in amateur wrestling throughout his early twenties after graduating from high school. He did fairly well as he racked up multiple national and international world championships. He almost made it to the olympics until his passion for wrestling had slowed due to becoming bored with the mundane. Brandon thought long and hard about what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. So he made the decision to follow his second passion in life which happened to be weightlifting and powerlifting. Brandon had become a household name after winning several strongman competitions. Eventually, this would lead into his first career of bodybuilding.

Brandon and his wife Zelda had traveled all over the world as he pursued his passion of becoming the best bodybuilder in the world. Zelda knew that this was just going to be a fleeting moment since Brandon has constantly been watching his best friend and ex-girlfriend Daniela Rodgers competing on the independent wrestling circuit. He could feel his passion for wrestling building back up as he continued to compete in strongman competitions. One day in 2013, Brandon was just pulling out of the Dickey-Stephens Park when his wife Zelda blurts out one single question.

“Are you sure this is what you want to do with your life?”

That question lingers in the air for at least a minute until he tilts his head slightly to the left while keeping his eyes on the road. He answers with “Why?” Zelda shakes her knowing that her husband is trying very hard to avoid the question. “I know you don’t want to be a bodybuilder for the rest of your life. I know that you miss throwing people around like they are rag dolls,” she says in response to his question. Brandon doesn’t say a single word as he drives down the road. Silence fills the car for at least an hour until “I don’t know,” bellows out from Brandon’s voice. Zelda places her hand onto her husband’s shoulder.

“I will support you in whatever you want to do,” she says wholeheartedly as Brandon takes a deep breath. “I think my passion for wrestling never went away. I think it just went dormant due to my lack of motivation to stick with the sport,” he explains as his wife just listens. “I should give Coach Bliss a call and see if he could schedule me in for some training,” he adds as his wife smiles. She knew in her heart that her husband was the happiest inside a wrestling ring.  

<p align=right>Before signing with Sin City Wrestling
Off Camera



In the summer of 2014, Brandon Saunders had been training for months. He had started to show signs of improving as Coach Bliss was watching from the gym floor. Brandon had passed each test with flying colors and was moving onto sparring with another trainee. Brandon and his fellow trainee were having a practice match when the doors to the gym opened up. The little bell above the door jingles as Coach Bliss looks over his shoulder. A slight smile appears across his lips as he keeps watching his two students show him what they have learned. “Watch those fists Brandon,” Coach Bliss warns him as the individual crosses the floor as Coach looks over his shoulder again.
“Welcome back Danni,” he says without moving his eyes from the ring. “Thanks Coach,” she says while looking at the ring. “How’s he doing?” she asks with a curious tone in her voice. Coach Bliss doesn’t answer right away as Brandon hits a back body drop on his training partner. “He is making great strides. It’s almost like he never left,” Coach Bliss finally answers as Danni nods her head. Danni recalls the few times she and Brandon had teamed up before he left for personal reasons. “Do you think he is ready? She asks Coach Bliss.

“Give him a few more years and he will be ready,” he answers her.

A few years later, Danni and Brandon started competing together on the independent circuit. They had become quite the tandem. Every now and then, Brandon would branch out on his own and do fairly well for himself. When Daniela signed with Sin City Underground, Brandon continued to wrestle on his own. He was building quite a legacy for himself. However on the last day of 2019, that is when everything changed for him. Daniela calls him and asks if he was interested in resurrecting their team. He didn’t have to say a word as Daniela had already known the answer. When they debuted earlier this year, Daniela and Brandon made quite an impression on the bosses.

<p align=right>After Signing with Sin City Wrestling



Since signing with Sin City Wrestling, Brandon had only been in tag team matches. only been in tag team matches. Brandon had no idea that he would finally get a chance to showcase what he can do on his own. This Sunday on Climax Control, Brandon will be getting his opportunity to show the world why he is just as good on his own as he is with the Trenton Tigers. With Covid 19 still causing havoc in the United States, Brandon has decided to video tape his promo from inside his hotel room.

Hello Sin City Wrestling, this is Brandon Sludge from the Trenton Tigers. I can’t even begin to express how excited I am about getting my first solo match on Climax Control. I mean ever since I signed with this promotion, I thought I would just be stuck in the tag team division. Don’t get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoy being in the tag team division. I love teaming with Char and Daniela but there are times I enjoy wrestling on my own. Thanks to Christian Underwood and Mark Ward, I get my opportunity to prove myself.

My opponent, O’Malley, is one of the most talented superstars on the entire roster. He is a former SCU Champion and has had some success on the main roster. Although, recently he has been on quite a skid but I’m sure he will find his way out of it. However, I am also on a skid since I haven’t won a match since beating Malachi and Bella Madison. It’s been quite difficult knowing that you can out power everyone but still come up short.

I know that I do tend to underestimate my opponent but I will not make that mistake again. O’Malley is the kind of superstar who can take control when giving the opportunity so I must limit those chances. I must showcase my strength. I must use my high in ring intelligence to thwart everything he might throw at me. I know he is probably desperate for a win which means he is going to be entering this match with a lot of emotion built up. I, myself, have some pent up aggression but I must channel it.

O’Malley had better not overlook me because it would prove a massive mistake on his part. I know that he is highly skilled on the ground but so am I. I am a world class amateur wrestler who has an immense amount of power. I am a suplex machine. My power knows no boundaries. I know my speed is questionable but make no mistake. I will lead with my head and not my feet. I sure hope O’Malley is ready for me. I hope he doesn’t let Darcy talk him into doing something stupid against me. If he thinks of matching me strength for strength then he will be in for a very rough night. I really hope he doesn’t follow the same narrative that everyone uses against me. I am well aware that I will never win a beauty contest. I know that I am not the most attractive male on the roster but that’s not who I am. I can be your worst nightmare. I know you are looking for a win but so am I.

I have this feeling that O’Malley is going to question my passion. My passion is overflowing from my body that I can’t even contain it. I bleed for this business and I will continue to bleed for this business. I’m more than ready to shut him up for good. O’Malley will be another victim who will fall to the Sludge. So O’Malley, bring everything you got and gather all the lucky charms you can find. Because that is the only way you can get past me.

I am focused on hurting you. I am determined to make you regret asking for a match with me. I am out to prove that I belong in Sin City Wrestling. It’s time for the Sludge-O-Rama. See you on Sunday.


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Climax Control Archives / Twin Magic
« on: July 10, 2020, 07:06:45 PM »
 Twin Magic

It’s been a year that hasn’t gone the way Daniela had envisioned. She had high hopes of pushing her team toward the stratosphere. However the Trenton Tigers have yet to find the winning formula that would lead them to championship gold. This upcoming Sunday, she will be teaming with her twin brother Vector for the first time since their days in SCU. Even though they had experienced little success, they will resurrect their teamwork on Climax Control. However they will be facing off against a new team. Daniela doesn’t seem to be all that impressed with this newly formed team of Mikah and Kris Ryans.

This past Tuesday, Daniela and Vector Rodgers met with Cheryl Hastings inside her hotel room. “This Sunday, we need to make a statement. I need you two to make everyone understand just how good we as a unit will be once everyone starts to take us seriously,” Cheryl states as Daniela can be seen just staring out the window. “What good will that do Chery?” Vector asks with a hint of concern in his voice. “It will do great things for all of us. You just need to believe,” Cheryl answers.

Vector doesn’t really see how believing in the team is going to stop everyone from treating them like jokes. Daniela continues to stare out the window as Cheryl gets up off her bed and stands in front of the table sitting directly below the large mirror. “Danni, you have been awfully quiet. Are you okay?” Cheryl asks her while fidgeting with some paperwork strung out all over the table.

“Jokes! Punch lines! That’s all we are these days in Sin City Wrestling. No one takes the time to watch every match we have competed in thus far. Each match, we have proven we are anything but jokes. We have proven that we are more than capable of becoming tag team champions one day,” Daniela answers as Cheryl looks at her. Vector steps around the bed and stands next to his twin sister.

“Brandon and Char are both with us until the end. We will do everything to make believers out of everyone on the roster and the people in the front office. We will turn up the heat and make everyone take notice that we are not a team to sleep on anymore,” Vector tells his sister as she glances over at him.

“Listen you guys, I know we have hit some big snags in our plan to become champions but don’t worry. We will get back to our winning ways even if that means we go against the grain for a spell,” Cheryl suggests as Daniela looks at her with interest in her eyes.

“Now that is the smartest thing you have said in a long time Cheryl. We are fully aware of the accomplishments of Mikah and Kris Ryans as singles wrestlers but what makes them so sure they can rise to the top of the tag team division. Do they know it takes years to build chemistry with someone when it comes to tag team wrestling? I really don’t think you two fully understand what awaits this Sunday. I’m sure you are going to go the same route as all the others. You are going to say we have no talent whatsoever. You are going to say we don’t belong in this division. That’s funny coming from the two individuals who come and go as they damn well please thinking the company actually needs them in some capacity,” Daniela states as Vector notices a bowl full of grapes sitting on the end table next to the bed.

Cheryl picks up a couple pieces of paper and heads back toward her bed. Vector steps over towards the grapes and picks up a nice group. He examines it before looking over at his sister.

”Do you think Kris Ryans is going to stick around for good this time? It just seems that he disappears once things don't go his way. How many times has he bailed on SCW? How many times does he waltz back in like nothing happened? It’s kind of pathetic when you ask me. He is someone who has been called one of the best in Sin City Wrestling but is better at leaving when the going gets tough.

If he thinks joining the mixed tag team division is going to be a walk in the park then he has another thing coming. Wolfslair is the top team for a reason. They have beaten us three times and we have yet to figure out a way to beat them. What can you guys do that is any different? The last time you were in a tag team Kris was when you were teaming with your brother. I believe your team was called Jet City. You guys were great but you bailed after losing them. That seems to be your calling card Kris. You show up, make a huge splash then disappear without a damn trace. It’s sad that we are here night in and night out and yet we are treated like garbage. How is that fair?”
Vector adds while snacking on grapes.

Daniela returns her gaze back towards the window while recalling her debut match on Climax Control when she faced Amanda Perez. She recalls how she made everyone scratch her head and open their eyes at what she can do inside that ring.

“What has Mikah done recently? She hasn’t done anything besides showing up drunk. She has mentioned in the past that she abhors tag team wrestling. So why is she all of a sudden wanting to jump into this division now. What? Is she expecting a big paycheck? Is she expecting people to give a damn about her? I can’t remember when she was actually relevant enough to be remotely involved in this business. She was married to Drake Green but she treated him like shit. That was the same thing she did to the bombshell division. She doesn’t care about anything or anyone. Well, she cares for her child but when was the last time she acted like a parent.

Well, I don’t care about her in the slightest. I care about this division and I care about making the Trenton Tigers a name everyone will finally have respect for. In order for us to get that then we must take out this newly formed tag team,”
Daniela continues as Vector munches down on a few more grapes.

He swallows the contents down as he leans against the wall.

“I’m sure Kris and Mikah are going to bring up my record in SCU which is what Mercedes does all the damn time. It’s kind of annoying because that’s not who I am. You probably think that I care about my looks. That’s not true either. I am a man who is extremely proficient in the art of technical wrestling. I’m the one who can tie you into knots and suplex you out of your boots. My twin sister is the speed and agility of the two of us. We both are proficient when it comes to tag team wrestling. We have won multiple tag championships and have been one of the best brother sister duos in recent memory. We will prove it once again when we beat the living dog shit out the Black Sheep,” Vector says as Daniela smirks before turning to face her brother and Cheryl.

“It’s time for some Twin Magic,” Daniela says as she nods toward her twin brother. Vector returns with a nod of his own as Cheryl is all smiles.

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Climax Control Archives / The Japanese Siren returns to Go Gym
« on: June 26, 2020, 04:59:31 PM »
 
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It’s been a long time since Char Kwan has been this excited since joining the wrestling business. Her chance to regain a championship she never lost. Climax Control could be the night history is made. Before she could share her own thoughts on the situation, she can be seen sitting in the living room of her home in Walnut Creek, California. She is watching one of her good friends Spencer Gosling play a game of Madden NFL 20. She is enjoying some company since the announcement of social distancing. Char is sitting in her recliner which is six feet from her couch with her legs curled up underneath her.

“You aren’t having any luck are you,” she comments while watching her friend getting beat by the computer. Spencer is grumbling underneath his breath while trying to figure out how to get back into the game. “Luck has nothing to do with it. It’s proof that my game has lacked since this quarantine came into effect,” he replies before screaming at the television after throwing an interception. Char is softly chuckling underneath her breath while watching her friend struggle.

“Have you talked to Jackson since returning to Sin City Wrestling?” Spencer asks while pausing the game to pick up a soda off of the coffee table. “I spoke to him when I resigned back in May. He was happy that my career won’t come to an end before I was ready,” she answers in between sips of her water. Spencer exits out of the game while putting the wireless controller onto the couch cushion. Spencer stands up to his feet as Char picks at her fingernails.

“What are you doing Spence?” she asks curiously. “I’m looking to see what other games you have,” he answers while walking towards Char’s entertainment center. Spencer thumbs through her different titles before looking over his shoulder. He notices Char seems a little down on herself. “What’s the matter Char?” he asks with a voice of concern. “I’m wondering if it was worth it. My friendship with Daniela is important to me but everyone else doesn’t seem to have any respect for me,” she answers. Spencer stops looking at her game titles and turns to face her.

“Fuck them,” he says. “Spencer!!!” she replies with astonishment. “What?” he questions with confusion on his face. “You know I don’t appreciate that kind of language,” she answers. Spencer shakes his head. “Sometimes Char, you have to resort to that kind of language in order to get your point across. Sometimes you have to force people to respect you,” he adds. Char listens to what he was saying as she contemplates on everything she has done in her career.

As she continues to converse with Spencer, her phone dings. Char looks down at it and smiles when she notices a text message from Cheryl Hastings. Char smiles as she replies to the text. Char looks up at Spencer who is confused. “What was that Char?” he asks her point blank. “That was Cheryl. She was letting me know that Brandon Sludge and myself will be representing the Trenton Tigers on June 28 in the main event on Climax Control. I just was telling her that I’m in it to win it,” she tells him. Spencer looks around the room before picking up a video camera off the third shelf of another bookcase. Char smiles as she places her feet on the floor and pushes herself up out of the chair. Spencer motions to her that he is ready to record the video.

Hello everyone from Walnut Creek, California. I thought I could have used some rest and relaxation after watching my teammates once again come up short. I know it has to be painful for my best friend Daniela. She has been very vocal about wanting to become a champion here in Sin City Wrestling. I want her to become a champion. I, myself, would love to regain a championship that I never lost in the first place.

Before I can add more gold to my championship wall, I need to get the job done on June 28 in the Go Gym. Now I am fully aware that Wolfslair has been one of the most dominating teams to have held those belts or so they say. I remember Team Eggplant saying the same exact thing but my old team Gamer Inc proved them wrong. It will be just as sweet when Brandon and I shove our boots straight down your throats. I have heard all those idiotic comments that Joanna made and I have to question her logic.

She claims that she could win every single title in the women’s division. How is that possible? You lost to Andrea in your debut match. How many times did you end up losing on your own before teaming with Alex? The same question can be posed to Alex Jones. You both have made a lot of comments but every single word just came out of your asses instead of your mouths. It has to be very frustrating to know that your opponents make excellent comments about you and yet you dismiss them.

I mean ever since you showed up Alex. You haven’t done a damn thing you promised. You promised to the world you could beat Fenris but failed. You promised that you could beat Griffin Hawkins but failed. You failed on your own so you had to find someone who failed just as much as you did. You and Joanna have been a great force. You have been an incredible team. However, your arrogance overshadows your own intelligence. London Underground is another team that operates under the freebird rule. We just use to make you guys actually think for a second. We want you to understand that everyone in the Trenton Tigers is hungry for gold.

You question our passion. My passion for this business is so high that sometimes I forget that I have other passions in life. My heart hurts for this business. I have had more heartaches in this business than I have had anywhere else in my life. My love for this business is unmatched. Yes, I love playing video games but when it comes to competing inside that ring I just can’t get enough. That is why when I returned to Sin City Wrestling I wanted a solo match before putting all my focus on being a team player.

Let’s talk about talent. Joanna, I’m sorry but I just don’t see any talent inside your body. Why do I say this? Because, I have watched every match you have competed in and haven’t found anything that would make me excited about facing you. You let your anger dictate on what you do inside that ring. You have proven that you lack the discipline to string moves together. Hell, I’ve seen you against Daniela. I must say you had no answer for her at all. I see the same thing happening when you go up against me. The difference between Daniela and myself is that I’m more balanced. I utilize a great ground game but I can fly with the best of them. Joanna has no idea what awaits her this Sunday. She can make all the claims she wants but in the end it won’t work.

Brandon and myself are going to prove that our chemistry is unmatched. We will work together with one goal in mind. Alex Jones and Joanna both have hidden agendas. They don’t want to be the best team. They want to be the best individuals. The Japanese Siren will strike when you least expect it. It’s time for a new champion to emerge and THE TIGERS are coming to town.


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Climax Control Archives / It's Sludgin Time
« on: June 26, 2020, 03:44:40 PM »
 <p align=right>Brandon learns about his first child
2019
Off Camera



The workout had run longer than Brandon had anticipated as he took a moment to catch his breath. This probably had something to do with his mind being elsewhere instead of on the training at hand. “Brandon!” shouts Coach Blyth. At first, the sound of Coach Blyth’s voice doesn’t even register as Brandon continues to look off into the distance. “Brandon!” Coach Blyth shouts with a little more boom in his voice. Again, this doesn’t seem to garner Brandon’s attention. “BRANDON!” Coach Blyth screams. The loudness of his voice is able to snap Brandon back into reality. “Yes, Coach,” he verbalizes with confusion etched inside his eyes. “Is everything alright son?” Coach asks while looking at Brandon.

“Everything is right as rain,” Brandon expresses with a soft sigh underneath his breath. Coach Blyth raises his left eyebrow up before looking at the other members of the Strongman team. As they continue to look at each other in silence, Brandon takes this moment to slip over towards the wooden benches near the eastside of the gym. He sits down on one end of it. He looks off at the distance as Coach Blyth continues to coach his students as Brandon is sitting on the bench just keeping his eyes on the far wall. After the final practice, the other students are heading towards the showers as Coach Blyth quietly walks up to Brandon and takes a seat next to him.

“What seems to be the problem Brandon?” Coach Blyth asks while interlocking his fingers and placing his hands in between his own legs. “I’m nervous,” Brandon answers as he looks down at his phone waiting for a phone call. “Why are you so nervous?” coach asks Brandon while slowly crossing his right leg over his left knee. Brandon doesn’t answer right away as a tear forms in the corner of his right eye. “Zelda could be going into labor,” Brandon finally answers as Coach Blyth raises his hand and places it on Brandon’s shoulder. “Why aren’t you by her side?” he asks Brandon. “I was by her side but didn’t want her to be upset as my nervousness was starting to show,” he responds.

Coach Blyth just sits next to his student while letting him sulk just a little bit longer. “How will you know she has given birth?” asks the coach. “I’m supposed to get a phone call from the nurse,” answers Brandon. Coach Blyth sits there in silence as Brandon continues to stare at his phone. Brandon takes a few more minutes to think before standing up onto his feet. He is about to walk back towards the wrestling ring when his phone goes off. He bends at the waist to pick up his phone as he notices the number. He quickly answers it as Coach Blyth is watching while looking at Brandon. The conversation was quick as Brandon picked up his bag. “I got to go Coach,” he says while heading towards the locker room.

<p align=right>Brandon returns to Climax Control
June 25, 2020
On Camera



Into the Void didn’t go quite Brandon had planned. He wanted to bring home the mixed tag titles but ended up being the one who took the loss. He was hoping to get another shot at Wolfslair but didn’t expect it to be on Sunday. Brandon scrolls around the website and notices a video promo from Alex Jones. Brandon watches it and rubs his chin. He watches a little more until he starts laughing. He pauses the video and opens up his own camera.

What up Sin City Nation, it’s your boy Brandon Sludge. I know you are wondering where my fun loving demeanor is. Let’s just say I’m more focused on this upcoming match than normal. I take full responsibility for what happened at Into The Void. I don’t need some jackass with a god complex to question my heart for this business. Alex Jones is nothing more than an idiot. He wants everyone to bow down and worship him. The same can be said about his tag team partner. Who are you to question my heart? Who are you to question my passion?

I listen to every word that comes out of that mouth of yours and I have to stop myself from laughing. Every time you speak, you are always hoping for a world title run. Which tells me you have a hidden agenda. I, on the other hand, have no hidden agenda. My main goal is to bring those Mixed tag titles to the Trenton Tigers camp. This Sunday is my way to redeem myself. I will show why you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. You should also not judge a man by his outward appearance. I am incredibly intelligent when I need to be.

However calling me a fat slob won’t do you any favors. My body is mostly made out of muscles with a little fat cells in between. That’s why I look the way that I do. Now I don’t go around saying you look like a mole with lots of hair all over your face. You are extremely arrogant with your own concepts. You see we in the Trenton Tigers all believe in the cause. Does everyone in Wolfslair have the same goal in mind? No. You all want to do your own thing. It’s pretty evident with Alicia Lukas and Austin James Mercer. They don’t really care about your group. They want to do their own thing. Just listening to you two makes me want to gag. You sound just like Team Eggplant. They were arrogant and what happened to them. They became a non factor in the mixed tag division.

I see the same thing happening to Wolfslair. You both aren’t a true tag team. You are just two individuals who had failed on their own. Now this Sunday you will find out just how good we are in that ring. Char Kwan and myself are going to be the unit you will have no answers for in the end. Because Char and I have one goal in mind. We want to make those tag belts mean something again.

So get ready for a beat down that has been in the making. I know you have heard of the phrase, it’s clobberin time. Well come Sunday, you will come to know of the new phrase, IT’S SLUDGIN TIME.



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Climax Control Archives / Siren's shoot
« on: May 21, 2020, 06:35:55 PM »
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I'm no sexual siren. I see prettier girls than me in the grocery store every day.

The ending during the triple threat match didn’t exactly go as Char had planned. Although she wasn’t officially pinned in the match, she also didn’t win either. When the show had finished, Char had met with Trenton Tigers’ agent and manager Cheryl Hastings. Char had imagined a very nasty berating from the group’s mouthpiece. However, Cheryl was beaming with joy as she greeted Char with a massive hug. “What is the hug for?” asks Char confused by the act of kindness. “I am very pleased with your performance. You proved why we sought after you,” answers Cheryl.

A few days have passed as Char is lying in her hotel room munching on popcorn while watching CSI Miami. She was still sore after her previous match. It had been almost a year since she last competed in a wrestling match. She was fairly pleased with her performance even though the outcome didn’t turn out the way she had hoped. She did use that time to scout Bella Madison. She watched her closely. She studied her every movement. Char was certain that she could hang with Bella in a one on one contest had she been given the opportunity.

When she heard Christian give the order that she and Vector would be teaming for the first time against Bella and Malachi, she couldn’t help to be overjoyed. Although her record in tag team matches was dismal. She still knew that her debut match with Jimmy Andrews turned out to be a win. As Char is watching footage of Bella and Malachi’s teamwork from Blaze of Glory, her good friend Daniela enters her room from the adjacent room.

“Hey Char,” Daniela says. “Hi Danni, what’s up,” replies Char. “Did you bring any PS4 controllers?” asks Daniela. “You know I did Danni. They should be in my game bag which is sitting in the corner,” answers Char. Daniela smiles as she glides across the carpet in her bare feet and unzips the bag. She fumbles through it. “What are you watching anyway?” Daniela asks with her head nearly stuck inside the bag. “I’m watching your match with Bella at Blaze of Glory,” she replies as Danni lifts her head up quickly. “Really?” she questions. “Why?” Danni asks curiously. “I’m trying to get more insight on her,” answers Char. Daniela nods her head while resuming her mission on finding another controller. Char looks back down at her laptop while scrolling back and forth while picking up little tidbits of what she will have to do against Bella Madison.

Char lets out a quick sigh before leaning back against her headboard. She lifts her eyes toward the ceiling while thinking to herself.

My sixth match with Sin City Wrestling happens this Sunday. I am so stoked to be getting another opportunity to showcase my skills in front of the crew. I wish we had a crowd to perform in front but I will pretend that there is a loud audience cheering for me inside Staggs’ Dungeon.

This match will also be my second time facing Bella Madison. Bella is an incredible talent with big potential. Her mouth, however, will get her into more trouble than she can probably handle. Let’s take a look at our last encounter as an example. You said last week that you had beaten me. How? I was never pinned during our triple threat match. Therefore, you haven’t beaten me inside that ring. Secondly, both you and Malachi lost the last time you teamed up together. What makes you think this will be different? When it comes to working as a team, I am a damn good team player. Both you and Malachi still try to act like individuals pretending to be a team.

That is your downfall. You don’t act like a team. You act like a couple. Vector and myself will prove to you and the bosses why we are chosen to be representatives of the Trenton Tigers. The Japanese Siren will let loose a song so melodic that it will cause you both to lose concentration. My confidence level is so high that nothing is going to stop me from ascending back to the top of the tag team division. That starts by knocking you two out this Sunday.

This is my second chance and I’m not going to waste it.


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Climax Control Archives / A New Beginning, Chapter One
« on: May 21, 2020, 05:35:26 PM »
 “You can't go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending.” CS Lewis

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Rodgers’ Family Home
January 14, 2020

Sweating is dripping down Vector’s face as he stands just outside his garage with one of his hands holding down the handle of his push lawn mower. His wife Carolyn is sitting on a lawn chair holding a cup of tea in her right hand. Vector starts up the lawn mower as Carolyn watches with happiness all over her face. “You are looking good babe,” Caorlyn shouts as Vector just waves his hand. It’s obvious that he couldn’t actually hear her. “Such a handsome man,” Carolyn continues to spew out as she watches her husband doing yard work.

It has been a while since Carolyn had her husband home for a longer time than a week or two. A few minutes later, Vector comes over towards his wife with his chest glistening in the sunlight. Carolyn is in awe of her husband’s physique when the sound of his cell phone rings over them. “Are you expecting anyone?” Carolyn asks as she reaches for his phone sitting on the table next to her. “No, I’m not expecting anyone,” he answers her in between sips of his Mountain Dew. Carolyn nods her head as she swipes the phone left to hang up the phone call. Vector finishes his Dew and gives his wife a slight peck on her cheek before moving back towards the lawn mower.

Caorlyn watches him walk away from her as she leans back in her chair.

Vector’s training session
Before Covid-19

The days had begun to blend together as Vector was getting restless at home. He had enjoyed spending time with his lovely wife. One day, his wife had gone to work so he thought it would be a perfect time to hit the All Stars Gym in Gainesville, Florida. Vector pulls into the parking lot driving his 66 Chevy Camaro. He takes a vacant spot before turning the engine off. He steps out of the vehicle before reaching behind his seat and pulling out his gym bag. He slings the strap over his chest while shutting the door. He proceeds to do a full one eighty degree turn as he heads toward the front door.

Vector opens the door and steps over the threshold. “Rodgers, you are late,” a voice booms out as Vector stops at the small desk and picks up a clipboard sitting on top of it. “How can I be late Coach? I didn’t set an appointment,” Vector fires back at Coach Peters, the man responsible for training him, his sister, and Brandon Sludge. “Do you always have to be a smart ass?” he asks Vector. Vector smiles. “I can’t help it Coach,” he answers with a smirk. “Rodgers, drop and give me fifty,” Coach Peters orders him. “Do you want that in small bills or a cashier’s check?” he replies. The veins in his neck start to pop as he looks Vector directly into the eyes.

“Knock off the wise ass remarks and give me fifty push ups,” Coach demands as Vector chuckles. Vector does as Coach wants. Vector pops back up after the first set of fifty. “Why the full court press,” wonders Vector. “You have made this gym look bad with your lackluster performance in Sin City Underground,” the Coach states as Vector shakes his head. He didn’t want to relive his failed attempt at being a solo performer. “I’m going to hit the bag,” he mutters while stepping away from Coach. Coach Peters nods his head while watching him.

A few hours later, Vector is having a sparring session with Coach Peters as he works on his footwork. “Your footwork has improved since you first started,” Coach admires as he continues to work with his first student. The two continue to spar when the bell over the front door jingles. “Keep your hands up,” Coach instructs Vector. “May I help you?” the receptionist of the gym asks the lady standing in front of the door. “Yes, I am looking for Vector Rodgers,” the lady answers. “He’s in the ring with Coach Peters,” the receptionist motions with her three fingers. “Thank you,” the lady says politely while moving across the floor towards the ringside area.

Vector executes a perfect suplex as Coach Peters rolls over toward the ring ropes and grabs his lower back. “Damn!” he shouts. “I take it we are done for the day,” Vector wonders as he kneels next to his coach while holding out his hand. Coach Peters reaches his hand up and nods his head. “Excuse me,” a voice echoes as both men turn their heads toward the lady wearing a beige sundress. “Cheryl!?” questions Vector.

Confusion floods his face as Cheryl steps two inches closer toward the ring. “Hello Vector,” she says softly. “What are you doing here?” he asks her while stepping through the ropes and sitting onto the apron. “Your sister needs your help,” Cheryl answers. Vector’s eyes and ears lit up when his sister was mentioned. “Tell me more,” he tells Cheryl while hopping off the apron. Cheryl nods her head as they head off toward the gym’s office.

Can you believe how my luck has changed since January of this year? My contract expires for Sin City Underground and I’m sitting at home being a normal husband. It was an awesome time to recharge and relax. However, as time went by, I was starting to lose myself. I kept myself in shape by visiting my home gym each chance I got while my lovely wife was at work. When Cheryl Hastings came to me, I immediately hopped onto the first flight and came right back to Las Vegas.

I was there when my sister and her best friend did the unthinkable. Daniela and Brandon proved to the world that they were a team to watch for in 2020. I know what Char and I tried to do on the following episode of Climax Control wasn’t very cool. However, the fact that you two jack legs couldn’t be adults about it and say it to our faces showed how immature you two really are. The fact that you two couldn’t even handle a loss makes me wonder if this should be your last chance.

I know my track record thus far isn’t very spectacular but I am the wild card in this entire scenario. I have seen how your body of work is thus far Malachi. You are sloppy at best. You claimed to be stronger than Brandon. However you failed to deliver. You have failed each time during a major match. What makes this match any different? This Climax Control marks my official debut for Sin City Wrestling. I am looking forward to showing just how talented I am inside that ring. I may not possess the power that Brandon has but I am the most technical wrestler within the Trenton Tigers. I am also quick for my size. I am incredibly intelligent. I am always thinking three moves ahead of anyone I am facing. This match should be no different. I am confident that Char Kwan will outperform your precious Bella. I am not worried about that in the slightest. We have nothing to truly gain in this match except experience and to prove that no matter what the Trenton Tigers are a true team.

Now Malachi, I hope you are ready for a fight because the King of Throwbacks is going to break you down. Let the good times roll.


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Climax Control Archives / Char returns
« on: May 08, 2020, 07:37:42 PM »
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September 2019 was one of the worst months in Char Kwan's life. Her father had passed away from lung cancer while her mother had fallen ill herself. As if this news wasn't bad enough, her friends at Gamers Inc all decided to leave the wrestling industry. At first, her best friend Jackson Stewart had retired and moved back to Seattle with his wife and kids. Gamers Inc hadn't been the same since they finally achieved their biggest goal in professional wrestling. Unfortunately, she wasn't ready to walk away. Her thirst for adventure hadn't been quenched. Her hunger for competition hasn't been met. Fast forward to last month, Char Kwan was sitting in her one bedroom apartment in downtown Los Angeles. She was watching Harry Potter on her television while playing Magic the gathering on her computer.

During a commercial break, her phone lights up as she notices Daniela's number. "I wonder what she wants," wonders Char as picks up the phone and swipes to the right. She places the phone up against her ear and mutes her television. "Hello," she says into the telephone. "Hello, is this Charlene Kwan," a voice answers on the other end. "Yes, may I ask who is calling me?" Char asks the voice. "This is Cheryl Hastings," the voice answers as Char raises her eyebrow while looking towards the television screen as Harry Potter has begun to play again as she lets the name resonate inside her mind. "Why does that name sound so familiar?" Char asks herself. "I'm the manager and talent relations agent of Daniela Rodgers," Cheryl answers as Char leans back on her bed.

"What can I do for you Cheryl?" asks Char. "Daniela and Brandon kind of need your help," Cheryl answers as Char sits up on her bed. "Help? What kind of help?" Char asks intrigued that she was finally needed for something other than videos on her vlog site. "In short, Daniela and Brandon need another partner to help in their quest towards the Mixed tag championships," Cheryl explains. The moment she mentions the mixed tag team championships, Char swings her legs over the edge of her bed and stands up on her feet. "I'm in," is all she says before hanging up the phone. After a little while, Char is digging through her closet trying to find her wrestling gear. "Looks like I get to finish my unfinished business," Char mutters to herself.

This past Sunday, Char's name was announced for the upcoming Climax Control airing on May 10th. It will be a return match of sorts as she competes against two other women in a triple threat. Char, herself, is extremely stoked at the opportunity as she gets to face one bombshell who could be considered a legend in the division. The other opponent is someone who was very vocal about Char's announcement as the unit who will face Wolfslair at Into The Void. Char has always had doubters but to finally get to shut one up was something she wouldn't pass up for anything.

Char is sitting behind her desk while fixing her webcam. She was preparing for another live stream on her gamer channel as she looks at the Climax Control. The webcam is finally in placed as she moves her cursor around and presses the camera icon position on her desktop. She leans back in her chair while pressing the record button.

"Welcome back gamers and friends, this is Char Kwan and I have exciting news to share with you all. On May 10th, I will be making me return to Sin City Wrestling as the opening contest on their rewarding winning show Climax Control. I am so excited about this opportunity that I couldn't contain in any longer. As most of you know, I am a former member of the Gamers Inc stable. I am a former Mixed Tag Team Champion. Now, I am well aware that my return sparked some electricity between the ears of Bella Madison. She would have every right to be if her team hadn't already lost a number one contender's match to my stablemates.

You see Bella, the Trenton Tigers earned the number one contendership for the mixed tag team championship. Nowhere in the rules does it state, the same unit needs to be in the ring. As for this upcoming match, I look forward to seeing what you can do inside that ring. However, don't go taking me lightly. Mainly because I can hurt you in several different ways. I can tie you into knots. I can kick your head off or I can out wrestle you. Its truly your call. You may not like the fact that Vector and I are in the tag title match but we are. Now, if you want to challenge us to a match then so be it. I'm sure Mark Ward and Christian might reward you with a match. Then again, they may look at you with blinking eyes and telling you to bug off.

I know that Bella isn't my only concern in this matchup. Jessie Salco. the bombshell known for asking for title shots even though she never earns them. She is another great talent but tends to have a one track mind. I plan on walking out of this match with my hand raised high. If that means I burst through you as well then so be it. I will prove that I belong in this company by beating the both of you. The Japanese Siren sings once again.

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