Atlanta, Georgia holds a lot of history with Lincoln Daniels. It was in this city where he had won his first world championship. It was also in this city where he met his beautiful wife Zania. Now, this city will be the place where Lincoln Daniels will be making his return to Sin City Wrestling.


The scene slowly fades into the home of Lincoln Daniels in Valdosta, Georgia where Lincoln and Zania are preparing for a birthday party for Zania’s seven year old nephew. Zania is busy in the kitchen baking all sorts of goodies as Lincoln is in the backyard setting up tables and chairs. ”Whatcha doin’?” asks one of Lincoln’s neighbors who was walking by on the sidewalk. ”My wife and I are getting ready to host a seven year old birthday party,” Lincoln answers without even looking up from the current table he was trying to balance.

The neighbor stops while crossing his arms across his chest. ”I would appreciate it if you looked at me when you speak,” the neighbor states as Lincoln just shakes his head. He takes a step back from the table after finally finding the place for it to stand perfectly still. ”Are you even listening to me?” the neighbor asks as Lincoln just mumbles to himself before moving towards the shed near the back of the house. The neighbor is shocked at how rude Lincoln was to him. When Lincoln walks back out of the shed, his hands are full with all kinds of stuff. He counts everything inside his hand before lifting his eyes up and sees his neighbor standing on his patio with their arms still crossed across his chest. Lincoln rolls his eyes while making his way to the first table.

”When someone asks you a fucking question, it’s polite to answer it,” the neighbor mentions as Lincoln just chuckles underneath his breath. The temper in the neighbor was really starting to grow as Lincoln placed the stuff down onto the first table. ”I answered your question already. As you can see, I am busy with something more important than this conversation,”[/b] Lincoln fires back as the neighbor’s temper gets even more heavier. Before he can say another word, the sliding glass door opens and Zania pokes her head out. ”Pokey, get the fuck out of our backyard. We don’t need you causing unnecessary drama,” Zania says as the neighbor snarls before stomping off the patio and back onto the sidewalk. Lincoln can’t help but to smile as he watches Pokey leaving their backyard.

”Everything is looking good babe,” Zania compliments her husband. Lincoln nods his head while resuming his task with getting the tablecloths on all of the tables. Zania blows a kiss to him before closing the door and going back to baking the cookies. A few hours later, Zania and Lincoln put the final decorations out as her nephew and his friends slowly began to arrive. The party goes off without a hitch as Zania and Lincoln tell her sister that they are expecting their first child. Happiness fills the air as Lincoln and Zania continue to hold onto each other as the scene slowly fades.


We return to see Lincoln Jones standing outside of McCamish Pavilion as his arms are outstretched with his head tilted back. His lips are showing a very cocky smirk as his eyes are partially closed. Lincoln’s wife is holding his phone as she captures him.

Georgia, Georgia

Lincoln starts singing while trying to hold back his laughter. He knows that his singing abilities are horrid but he doesn’t seem to care.

Sin City Wrestling, can you believe it’s been four long months since Mr. Incredible graced you with his presence? I know a lot of you were wondering if I had silently retired from the ring but as you can see that is far from the truth. You see, before my self imposed hiatus, I hadn’t felt like Mr. Incredible. I was more like mister mediocre and I couldn’t stand it. You know getting beat on numerous occasions tends to send you into a dangerous spiral. That’s what I was dealing with so I needed the time away from the ring.

Lincoln takes a minute to nod his head while lowering his head as Zania backs up a bit.

Now that I am back, it’s time that I return to the form I was when I first entered this company. Miles Kasey knows exactly what that form was like when I kicked his pathetic behind all over that ring. I’d like to know who in the world gave this worthless piece of human trash another chance at the roulette championship. How many times has he challenged for that belt and failed to gain it? Is he going to continue to beg for title opportunities after he fails once again? Miles Kasey isn’t prepared for the hell that I bring to this match.

Lincoln sucks back a ton of air before spitting onto the ground after thinking about his other opponent on Sunday.

Miles Kasey may be an annoying ant that continues to come back for more but this fat pig who hails from Atlanta is someone who should be banned from challenging for championships for a long ass time. He has challenged for the World championship, the roulette championship and the internet championship numerous times but has failed every single time. In fact, this guy hasn’t even beat me in a fucking match. I swear to fucking god that if I hear you call yourself the “Alpha” male one more time then I am going to kick your fucking teeth down your throat. In order for you to be the “Alpha” male, you need to win more matches than you have since your arrival. The fact you couldn’t even hold the mixed tag titles is proof that you are not championship material.

Lincoln tells Zania to zoom in on his face as Lincoln’s eyes are telling the entire story.

Look in my eyes and you will see how serious I am about this match. You two can talk all you fucking want about how you deserve this opportunity but let’s be fucking honest with everyone. You two fucks don’t deserve to lick the dirt off my boots. Barnhart is a growing failure and I bet Atlanta is embarrassed that you even represent it with how bad you are on every fucking level. The Roulette Champion deserves to be with someone who can take that belt and elevate the division to new heights. That champion is someone who is so impressive that instead of being put in some random ass match. Christian Underwood placed me in this match because he knew you two would be boring as fuck. Christian Underwood needs a champion who is willing to step on the lesser folks in order to become champion. I don’t care what kind of match we will be competing in because at the end of the damn day. One man is going to walk away as the man.

Zania zooms out as Lincoln continues to smirk with his arms still outstretched.

Climax Control will be the night where the landscape in SCW will change. So you had better make room because Mr. Incredible is back and I will go fucking hard in this match. Which means I’m sending both of you ass wipes back to the trailer park where you belong. The world is ready for someone new and come Climax Control that will happen. Just know, once the bell sounds and the dust is settled. Barn Pig and Miles Mahoney are going to look up as my hand is raised high in the air and that will be INCREDIBLE!!!!!!

Zania pans around her husband as he holds his arms out wide before fading it.

The last few months haven’t gone the way I had hoped. Lot of it has to do with my focus and the fact that I haven’t put forth the effort that I showed in the beginning. Ever since that ridiculous match against Brother David, my confidence has been rattled. I haven’t been able to think straight but I plan to rectify that after this Sunday.

Back at The Nest Bar
Somewhere in Georgia
Off Camera

It had been a couple months since the Black Eagle Biker Group had moved product. Their warehouse had been emptied following the last shipment. SoHo and his wife Nailz had gone on vacation as Tabor and Falcon were off as well. 8-Ball and Chains were sitting at the card table when Beak stepped out from the backroom. “I sure hope SoHo returns soon,” Beak proclaims as the two big men look over at him. “What’s the problem Beak?” Eight Ball asks as Beak leans against the bar top. “We are running low on a lot of supplies and I can’t find the order forms,” he answers.

The two men look at each other as a pair of headlights shine into the bar. “Now who is this?” Chains asks as the three men slowly move their hands to their holsters. The sound of laughter fills the air as Nailz and SoHo walk into the bar. “It’s about fucking time,” Beak blurts out as SoHo holds his hand up. “What’s the problem now?” SoHo asks while looking at the young man behind the bar. “I can’t find the supply order forms,” Beak answers as SoHo smacks his forehead.

“The forms are upstairs in Tabor’s office,” SoHo tells him as Beak’s eyes widen. “Besides, I have a shipment of supplies coming tomorrow,” he adds as a sigh of relief escapes from Beak. Nailz looks around before walking over towards the couches and plops down onto them. SoHo moves toward the bar. “Where’s Tabor?” asks SoHo. “He told us that he and Falcon were going to have some alone time,” Chainz answers. SoHo smiles as Nailz had a feeling something was happening between the two lovebirds.

“Where are the others?” he asks as Suarez comes walking from the back room with Owlette. “Hey homes,” Suarez says while trying to fix himself. Owlette, the younger sister of Tabor, sees SoHo and her eyes go wide. “What the hell Suarez?” SoHo asks him while shaking his head. Suarez really didn’t have an answer as Owlette buttons up her jeans. “Please don’t tell my big brother,” Owlette begs as Suarez looks nervous. Everyone knew that Owlette was off limits. Unfortunately, Suarez and Owlette have been meeting with each other since Tabor had left.

Promotional Video

What is up, Sin City Wrestling!!!! It’s your boy Lincoln Daniels. The past few months haven’t gone exactly according to plan. I could make up a lot of excuses for myself but let’s be honest. I have no excuses. I took my eye off the ball and I have cost myself a lot of success because of it. However I plan on turning things around. The first thing I am going to do is make sure Caleb Storms doesn’t make it to Summer XXtreme. Now I am well aware of the success this man has had since his debut. The man has won some and lost more. The same with me. However, I never was handed a championship. I mean how can you be proud of that accomplishment. The fact that you couldn’t win your first championship is proof that your skill level isn’t as good as you want it to be.

I completely understand that you are a fan of heavy metal music. I mean just look at your look. You are someone who should be a roadie than a wrestler. The fact that my wrestling style will prove to be hard for you to fathom. I am strong. I am fast. I am the perfect blend of size and speed. I know that my win loss record isn’t the best but I don’t give two shits about that. Why? Because those are just numbers. The facts are this you’ve had multiple chances at the Roulette Championship and you have failed each time. I don’t see you being able to beat Alex Jones even though you have done it before. Anyone can be lucky.

Unfortunately, your luck will be running out. I am going to show the world that the only storm you have to watch out for is a storm that is SIMPLY INCREDIBLE!!!!![/i]

Sylvester, Georgia
The Black Nest Bar & Grill
Off Camera

It had been a chill morning at the SoHo residence as SoHo had slipped away from the gaggle of women at his home. He knew Tabor and the guys would be making their way back to the clubhouse after having a dust up with the Red Hawks. It would be a couple hours till they would arrive as SoHo positioned himself behind the bar. He was wiping down the bar top with a dry towel while letting some of the glasses sit under some warm water. When it came to the bar, SoHo was the main guy who maintained it when the group was off on business. Once the bar top is fully wiped down, he tosses the towel into the dirty towel bin and steps through a single door that leads into the back room.

As SoHo is in the backroom, a silver sedan pulls into the parking lot. The engine quietly cuts out as Charlotte is sitting in the driver’s seat. “Nice place,” she mutters to herself while unbuckling her seatbelt and opening the door. She steps out of the car then looks around at how remote this place really is as a smile forms across her lips. She closes the car door as SoHo steps out from the back holding a large box filled with all kinds of things.

“This is a surprise,” he says to himself while looking out to see Charlotte standing outside. Charlotte steps onto the low porch before gliding herself through the saloon style doors. “Hello SoHo,” she greets him while removing her sunshades. “How’s it Charlotte?” he answers back while filling a couple napkin holders on the end of the bar. Charlotte steps closer to the bar and takes a seat on one of the bar stools.

“Where is everyone?” Charlotte asks as she glances around the room. “They're out riding. I have no idea when they will return. Would you like a drink?” he wonders while stepping back behind the bar. “Sure,” she replies as SoHo flips a glass over and does a fancy bottle flip of a bottle of Jack Daniels. He pours some into the glass before sliding down towards her hand. “Impressive,” she admits while picking the glass up into her hand. “Thanks,” he says while putting a few bottles of tequila underneath the bar.

“Why didn’t you go with them?” She asks him in between sips of her drink. “I was spending time with my wife but I had to come do inventory on the alcohol in the back. Then I decided to clean the place,” SoHo answers as Charlotte takes another sip. SoHo continues to move around the bar like he’s done it before. Her eyes watch as his movements are effortless. “Why didn’t you tell us you were a bartender?” She asks him obviously impressed. SoHo shrugs his shoulders while picking up a clean rag and walking over toward the game table.

“It’s something I try to keep to myself. My father owned this place and when he died it was willed to me,” he states as Charlotte looks at him. “I’ve been a bartender for years before joining the club. When I joined, Tabor asked if we can make this the main hideout and I agreed. Tabor knows that I don’t mess with the bar when everyone is around,” he adds as Charlotte tosses back her drink and places her glass back down onto the top.

“I can see why you take great pride in this place. Daniel wants to know if you guys are ready for another shipment,” she replies as SoHo looks over at her. He walks into the back room and pulls out a white envelope. He hands the envelope to her as it contains a lot of cash. “We’re always ready for another shipment. When can we be expecting it?” he asks her. Charlotte places the envelope inside her shirt. “I’m not sure yet. We would be more than happy to send you supplies for this place if you need it,” she suggests as SoHo smiles. “My current supplier is trying to rip the fuck off so if you guys are willing then I’ll be happy to accept your supplies,” he tells her.

Charlotte nods her head while heading towards the door. SoHo watches her walk away. She looks over her shoulder with a grin. “Stop staring at my ass,” she joked as SoHo laughs. “See you later Charlotte,” he says while getting back to work. Charlotte shakes her head while stepping out of the bar. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out her cell phone. She shoots a text off before getting into her car. SoHo watches as he lifts his own cell phone out of his pocket. He sees a text from his wife then from Falcon. The sound of a phone shattering into a thousand pieces echoed through the empty bar as he heads for the back office.

Climax Control
The Coward beater
On camera

The scene opens into an empty room with just a steel chair positioned in the center of the room. A tripod is standing off to the side as Zania is standing next to the camera. She is working to get the camera ready as Lincoln Daniels walks into the room. Zania is trying hard not to say a word as she notices her husband shirtless. Lincoln steps into the center and takes a seat on the chair.

”I almost thought I wasn’t going to see another Climax Control before Blaze of Glory. The last time I competed was against O’Malley. I will say that he was a tough challenge. I thought I had him on numerous occasions but in the end he beat me. I can’t deny that fact. I’m sure everyone thought I’d just sit in the back and let that loss define me. If I was just an average Joe then yes that would be me. However, I’m not just some average joe blow coming off the street. I have been in this business for a long time. I have competed against a lot of people. I enjoy facing tough competition but that’s only when I feel the competition is actually tough.”

Lincoln leans back against his chair while propping his right leg over his left knee.

”It fully amazes me how much of a coward Austin James Mercer has become since I arrived on the scene. During our first encounter, I had a lot of respect for him. The guy took me to my fucking limit. I don’t usually curse but he was that damn good. Did you notice I used the word was? That’s because Austin James Mercer doesn’t have any ounce of respect from me. I can’t show respect to cowards. That’s what you are Austin. When we faced each other the first time, you made it very clear that you were the “alpha” male on the men’s roster. You were so adamant that I got that into my head. Since then, you have done nothing but prove how jealous you are when you’re no longer in the spotlight.

You attacked someone who doesn’t even wrestle. Who the hell does that? I’ll tell you who does that. Cowards attack people who can’t defend themselves. Not only that, you were walking around here feigning a damn injury just to keep yourself away from the man who will probably kill you in the ring.

Do I blame him? Hell no! If I was in his shoes then I’d be doing the exact same thing. In fact, I’ve done it before.”

Lincoln places his leg back down onto the floor while leaning forward and placing both arms on his knees.

”Back in Georgia, I was in the match against a guy who had feigned an injury. He did it with hope of getting a title shot. Unfortunately, I was the champion at the time. When he got into the ring with me, I proved that his injury was a fake and I exposed him. That’s what I plan on doing to you, Austin. I am going to expose you as the fraudulent wrestler that you truly are. I am going to expose you as the pathetic son of a bitch who used his own friends for his own personal gain. The fact you nearly destroyed your own group because of your ego tells me a lot about your mental state.

I truly believe when you lost the Internet championship, that sent you into a tailspin. If you think I’m going to go easy on you then think again. If you think I’m going to just lie down for your dumb ass then you are truly stupid. The reason for me not giving you two fucks is because this match really means nothing to me. It’s more of my way of sending a message to that fat bastard in Bill Barnhart. That’s all you are to me Austin. You are nothing more than a giant message. I truly believe you’re not taking me seriously. Let’s be real. You want Fenris.

Since you are standing across the ring from me, I will still do what I do best. That is me impressing the hell out of the bosses. I’m sure Fenris will love it if I beat the living shit out of you. A part of me really wants to leave you in the middle of the ring with blood just pouring out of your mouth. Another part of me just wants to attack every part of your body that has been injured in your career.

This match isn’t going to be a match. It’s going to be a brawl. Which doesn’t really help you? Why? Because I am a very good brawler who is faster and stronger than you. Yes, you have height on me but you don’t have determination. I am determined to kick your ass. I am determined to send a message to Bill Barnhart. I am determined to show the entire world why I am MISTER INCREDIBLE.

Austin James Mercer used to be the alpha male. After Climax Control, Austin will be nothing more than the alpha douchebag. I’m going to enjoy every second of punishment that I dish out. You should have just stayed on the injured list because after fighting me. You’ll be right back on that list. Because I will GO HARD before I GO HOME.”

Lincoln takes a minute to pause before looking back at the camera.

”Climax Control will be my night. The Alpha Male will be destroyed. Austin James Mercer, don’t take me lightly because I promise you. That I will send your head into the

Meeting with the turncoat
Lake Park, Georgia
Off Camera

It had been several weeks since the last time SoHo spoke with Charlie. Charlie, a former member of the gang, had been caught trying to sell drugs to an undercover cop. Instead of going to jail, he agreed to help them catch his former gang. Before Tabor and the others had heard, Charlie had three members locked away. SoHo, is the one time partner of Charlie. They did everything together but things changed when Charlie became a snitch.

A couple days ago, Charlie was coming out of a gas station when Nailz rode up on her bike. Nailz, SoHo’s wife, has known about the secret crush Charlie has for her as she seductively removed her helmet. “If you want to keep the ability to see then I suggest you stop staring,” she ordered as Charlie continues to stare at her. “Did you say something bitch?” Charlie fires back which results in a loud smack across his face. “I know you ain’t talking to me,” she hissed as Charlie just smiles.

“Why did you have to go and do something like that for huh?” He says jokingly while rubbing his face. “You’re lucky SoHo isn’t here or he would have knocked some teeth out,” she scolded him as Charlie goes for a hug. “What the fuck?” She asks him while placing a hand on his chest. “You call me a bitch and now you want a hug,” she added with confusion on her face. Charlie smirks. “I thought you wanted some attention,” he says. “I came here to…..,” she stops when she gets an uneasy feeling running down her spine. “What’s the matter cat your bitch tongue,” Charlie continues to joke as Nailz steadily moves backward while keeping her eyes locked onto Charlie. “You are a dead man,” Nailz calls out before getting back onto her bike. She peels out of the parking lot and heads down the road.

As she is out of sight, two men in plain clothes step out of the gas station. “We got nothing,” he told Charlie. Charlie closed his fist around the cup he was holding. “I don’t know what I am supposed to do,” he says through gritted teeth. “Maybe we should go after another weak member,” the other guy suggests. Charlie turns to face the man. “How stupid can you be?” Charlie asks him. “There isn’t anyone who will talk in The Black Eagles. They are too scared of the three men over the group,” he continues. “I need to know how they are noticing a trap,” he wonders while moving towards a navy blue pick up truck. “Let’s get back to the safehoue. We are still in Red Hawk territory and they damn sure don’t like me,” he tells the two men as they get into the pick up truck.

SoHo and Nailz residence
Valdosta, Georgia
Off Camera

Several days later, SoHo was lying on the couch after a long conversation with Kenzi about the next shipment. The television was on a low level as the door leading into the garage opened. A very spooked Nailz walks through the door. “Babe,” he quickly states while leaping up off the couch. Nailz stands there in the doorway with just a blank stare across her face. SoHo notices it while placing his arms around her. “We have to do something babe,” is all the comes out of her mouth.

SoHo leads her towards the couch. He calmly places her down before running into the kitchen. He opens the door and pulls out a water bottle. He walks back towards her. Her face remains in the same state as she had been in when coming home. “Here baby,” he tells her while handing her the water. She eventually takes it while looking up at her husband. “He needs to die,” she said, causing SoHo to be concerned.

“What are you talking about babe?” he asks her point blank. “Charlie” she blurts out before chugging some of the water down. The look of concern shown by SoHo slowly turns into a look of rage. “What did that fucker do,” he implored her. Nailz inaudibly tells him about the ordeal as SoHo clinches both fists. “He is dead,” he says. Nailz places her hand on her husband’s arm. “That can wait. I need my husband,” she says in a calming voice.

SoHo nods his head while picking up his cell phone. He shoots off a couple texts before putting his phone back down onto the table. “What are you doing?” She asks him. “I’m calling in a favour,” he tells her before sitting down beside her.

The Nest
Sylvester, Georgia
Off Camera

A text alert interrupts a blissful moment between Tabor and his girl Falcon. “What the fuck babe?” She asks him as he immediately picks up his phone. “That’s SoHo’s alert. He normally doesn’t text me unless it’s serious,” answers Tabor. Falcon lies there underneath his body. She traces his chest with her finger as Tabor reads the text message. “What babe?” asks Falcon as she feels him getting up off the bed.

“That bastard,” he finally shouts as Falcon pulls up the sheet to cover herself up. “Hey Eight Ball,” he yells out while cracking the door open just a bit. “Yeah boss,” he hollers back. “Get the boys. We are going hunting,” is all he says while closing the door. Falcon had slipped out of bed and put on her long robe. “What happened?” She asks him. “Babe, I need to go get Xyla and head over to SoHo’s place,” is all he says as he is digging through his top drawer. Falcon nods her head while throwing some clothes on. “We’re ready boss,” Beak calls out as Tabor opens the door again. “I’ll be down in a minute,” he answers him.

“Don’t leave any witnesses,” Falcon begs him as they embrace once again. Tabor just smiles as he walks out of the room. He walks down the stairs to see three men standing dressed with guns. “Leave the hardware boys. We are doing this the old fashion way,” he orders them. The boys drop their guns as Tabor shows his spiked gloves on his hands. “Who are we hunting boss,” asks Chains. “Voltorb,” he says as everyone’s eyes widen. “It’s about fucking time,” Suarez says as the group walks out of the bar.

Tabor shoots off a text before getting into the passenger seat of Eight Ball’s Dodge Ram pick up. “Why are we going after him now?” asks Eight Ball. “Nailz,” is all he says as Eight Ball pushes his right foot down onto the gas pedal.

Blast from the Past Promo Video
Las Vegas, Nevada
On Camera

The scene opens inside a dimly lit room where Lincoln Daniels can be seen sitting in the center of the room. A small woman steps up beside her as he just smirks.

Hello Sin City Wrestling, I know what all of you are thinking. What happened at Inception 4? I will tell you what happened. Brother David proved just how pathetic he is as a champion. He couldn’t even pin me. He had to strip me of a tuxedo which I never wear anyway. Am I mad? Nah, what good will it do me? I just have to look forward.

Lincoln takes a moment to catch her breath.

And before me is a first round match in a tournament that I didn’t want any part of at first. That’s right, I had no intention of being involved in a tournament where you have to rely on someone to help get you a potential title opportunity. It wasn’t until Mark Ward convinced me that I had a chance of going the distance.

That sparked my confidence and I said yes. Now look at me, I am in a first round match up with Bella Madison as my tag partner. I didn’t know who would be my partner but having a former Mixed Tag Champion makes it a little better for me. I know I can trust Bella to pull her weight in this match.

I have no doubt that Bella could make Ruby Steele regret saying all those things she said. Ruby hasn’t done anything as of note. I dear she will be the weakest link on her team.

Lincoln takes another deep breath.

That brings me to my friend and fellow associate Daniel Morgan. It’s no secret that we have formed a bond in my short time in this company. You have welcomed me into your group with open arms and I am very appreciative of that kind of selflessness. I had a feeling we would face each other at some point in this tournament. Now that’s going to become a sure thing, my nerves are all over the place.

On one hand, I am facing a friend and someone I respect. I’m facing a man who has done a lot in this company. Not to mention, he is undefeated in tag team matches. I know this isn’t going to be an easy task but I don’t want it to be easy.

On the other hand, I am going to view this match as a professional should see it. This is going to be strictly business for me. I don’t want to hurt you. I will go through you. I am not going to take it easy on you. I hope you won’t do the same. I know you want to prove that you still got it. I know you want to show the world how you are the best graduate of the Go Gym.

Unfortunately, I have a goal of getting a title shot. I mean that’s what I said when I first joined the company. I didn’t come here just to sit by. I came to win gold and make money. The money part has already been done since associating with your group. Now, it’s time to finally achieve the one goal I still want to achieve.

Lincoln takes another moment to catch her breath.

I know you have seen what I can do inside that ring. The same can be said about me when it comes to you. I have studied your movements. I have watched what you can do in the ring. I know this isn’t going to be easy. I know it’s going to take a lot out of me. I am ready for this kind of challenge.

That’s part of the reason I left the Georgia wrestling circuit. I had beaten everyone there and I got bored. Since coming to this company, I have had challenge after challenge. That’s what you are Daniel. You are a challenge.

A challenge I look forward to. I challenge that I will meet head on with no looking back. We both see this has a friendly competition with a little business mixed into it. I just hope you aren’t overlooking me. I hope you aren’t taking me lightly. Because friend or not, I will fight the same way. I am going to make everyone see that I am SIMPLY INCREDIBLE. Because that’s who I am. I am Mister Incredible. So Daniel, I look forward to meeting you inside the ring. I just hope you are ready to GO HARD!!!

The Nest Bar & Grill
Sylvester, Georgia
Off Camera

The temperature in Sylvester, Georgia was slowly beginning to drop as a dark blue Kawasaki Ninja 300 is still cruising down the highway. The rider is wearing a fitted black leather jacket over a dark black vest with faded dark jeans and black fingerless gloves. The traffic itself wasn’t that horrible as the rider was zipping through it while trying very hard not to cause a pile up. Forty five minutes later, the rider pulls into the parking lot of The Nest. A tall light skinned man with a full sleeve of tattoos on his left arm steps out onto the front porch. The man reaches into the front pocket of his vest and pulls out a pack of 305 filter cigars. He bangs the bottom of the pack on the palm of his hand before pulling one out and sticking it into his mouth. The rider cuts the engine off on her bike before removing the helmet. Her two tone hair falls down her back as she rummages her hand through each strand. “Is that all you can do Talon?” she jokingly asks while kicking the kickstand out and leaning the bike. “Oh shut the fuck up Nailz,” he answers with a sarcastic tone. They both share a laugh before she swings her leg off the bike and stands straight up. “Where’s SoHo?” the man asks her as she steps up onto the wooden porch. Nailz looks behind while shrugging her shoulders. “I don’t know Talon,” she answers truthfully. Talon lights up his cigar and walks further down the porch as she steps through one of the double doors.

The Nest wasn’t quite open to the public as she stepped up toward the bar. “Yo, Beak, get me a drink,” she demanded slightly. A slender man steps out from the back room as he grabs a towel to wipe his hands off. Beak, who stood around five feet eleven inches tall, had both of his arms full of tattoos. His dark brown hair was slicked back as he grabbed a bottle of Miller Lite and popped the top off with the boar’s head behind the bar. “Good morning Nailz,” he tells her while placing the bottle onto the bar top. “Beak,” she says softly before taking a long sip of her beer. Beak returns to the back room as Nailz remains standing next to the bar. “Nailz,” a voice rings out as she looks over her shoulder. A muscular white man is sitting at one of the poker tables with a muscular black man and a slender latino man sitting at the same table. “I can’t believe what I am seeing right now,” she says surprisingly as she moves away from the bar. “When did you get out of jail Eight Ball?” she asks. “I got out two days ago thanks to Xylo,” he says with a smile.

Nailz continues to drink her beer as another muscular man steps out of a room located near the back of the bar. A young lady with flowing red hair appears to be walking towards the bar as the man sees Nailz. “Good morning Nailz,” the man says while moving across the floor towards the group by the poker table. “Good Morning Kilo,” she greets back. “Have you spoken to Tabor yet?” asks Kilo. Nailz shakes her head while taking a sip of her beer. “Kilo, you know no one speaks to Tabor before he has his coffee and bacon,” Eight Ball reminds Kilo as he shuffles the deck of cards in his hand. “Plus, he is waiting to hear from SoHo,” adds Suarez. Both Kilo and Nailz look toward Suarez with puzzling looks on their faces. “Why?” asks Nailz.

Suarez, a native of Southern California, was one of three latino members of the club. He had been brought into the club by Dion. “I’m not at liberty to say,” Suarez answers.

Charlie Jones’ Residence
Lake Park, Georgia
Off Camera

Lake Park is a quiet community in Lowndes County. It also happens to be the hometown of Charlie Jones. Charlie, who’s codename used to be Harlo, had been contemplating leaving the Black Eagles after getting picked by the local police for multiple parking violations. His conscience was beginning to become clouded. Charlie is looking out of his front window with a cup of coffee in one hand while his other hand is stuck inside his pocket. He is sipping on his coffee when a Harley Davidson 2020 Iron 883 is seen coming down the driveway. A small gulp goes down his throat as he walks over toward the front door. Charlie opens the door and steps out onto the small front porch. The motorcycle slowly comes to a halt as Charlie leans against one of the pillars holding up the roof.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you SoHo,” he says in between coffee sips. SoHo slings his leg over the bike while looking directly towards his former colleague. “I rather not be here,” he says honestly. Charlie nods his head in agreement as SoHo makes his way toward the porch. “Before you do it, I have to know who is ordering this,” he wonders with a slight smirk on his face. SoHo stops in his tracks while looking at the man standing on his porch. “What’s with that fucking look on your face?” SoHo asks directly. Charlie continues to smirk while sipping on his morning coffee. Off in the distance, a silver van is sitting with three men dressed in everyday attire. One man is holding a pair of headphones next to his ear as the others are checking over their weapons. “This better fucking work,” one of the men says while covering the mouth piece. “It should if this guy is as squirrely as Charlie claims,” the other man says in response.

SoHo doesn’t move while keeping his hands in view. “I don’t know what’s with that smirk but something seems off,” he says while slowly moving back towards his motorcycle. Charlie knows that SoHo isn’t going to say anything that will give the men in the van anything. “Where are you going SoHo?” asks Charlie. SoHo doesn’t answer right away as he swings his leg back over his motorcycle. “Something doesn’t smell right Harlo. It smells like you got pigs running around,” he states while turning his bike on and revving the engine. “You know I love my bacon,” Charlie fires back as SoHo puts the bike into reverse before peeling out of the driveway. Charlie shakes his head as the men in the van step out of it. “I thought you said he would squeal,” one of the men says. Charlie looks at him and shakes his head. “SoHo is way too smart for that,” he replies while continuing to sip on his coffee.

After SoHo gets out of sight, he stops before getting onto the highway. He pulls out his cell phone and dials Tabor’s phone number. “Is it done?” he asks grimly. “Tabor, it smelt like pigs around his place,” SoHo responds as a loud grunt echoes through the phone. “Alright, come to the tavern and we will come up with a new plan,” Tabor says before hanging up the phone. SoHo takes a minute to catch his breath before popping the memory card out of his phone and snapping it in half. He pulls out onto the highway while heading towards The Nest.

The Nest Tavern
Sylvester, Georgia
Off Camera

It’s probably around five in the afternoon when one of the doors just off the upstairs landing opens as a fairly large black man steps out followed by two men equal his size. The man is leading the other two down the staircase as they look at the rest of the club. “Look,” Eight Ball says silently while tilting his head towards the staircase. Each person at the poker table, turns their head slowly before looking back at each other. No words are said as the large white man points his fingers at the poker table and at Beak. “Meeting,” the man bellows out in a deep voice. Every person at the poker table stands up and leaves the table with their game still sitting there. Beak hands a bar towel towards one of the bartenders before grabbing his vest and walking towards the large back room.

Tabor, the club’s vice president, is standing near the front as everyone takes a seat. “I’m sorry to keep you guys waiting,” he says first as everyone remains silent. “For the past few months, Skull, Zagon and myself have been trying to keep a little matter quiet but I don’t think we can keep it quiet anymore,” Tabor says as his anger builds slowly. “What seems to be the problem?” Suarez asks politely as Tabor looks at him. “We got ourselves a snitch,” he answers firmly. The group starts talking amongst themselves as Tabor allows them to do so for a few minutes. “Until Chainz gives us the order, we will not do anything about the snitch,” Tabor says in a grim tone. “I will not divulge this person’s name but I will in private if you want to know,” he states firmly.

“Where is SoHo?” Nailz asks bluntly. “He will be here shortly. He was doing a task that I gave him,” Tabor vaguely answers as Nailz looks at him with a look that could kill. “We have a shipment coming into town from Las Vegas,” Skull mentions as the room lights up. “So Beak and Suarez, you two will need to organize the warehouse so we can store it. Eight Ball, start looking for buyers,” Skull says as Tabor is looking at Nailz. Nailz notices this but doesn’t say a word. “We are also expecting a shipment from Mexico,” Zagon states as Tabor nods his head. “Alright people, let’s get to work,” he says while motioning for Nailz to stay behind. Everyone leaves the room while chatting amongst themselves. Zagon closes the door behind him as Tabor is sitting on top of a table.

“What the hell was that about Tabor?” Nailz questioned him. “I sent SoHo to try and scare Harlo from talking but something went wrong,” he starts to explain. Nailz doesn’t say a word as she looks coldly at Tabor. “SoHo said the place smelt like pigs,” Tabor says as Nailz smiles. She knew her husband wouldn’t do anything with cops around. “Does Chainz know?” Nailz asks Tabor. Tabor shakes his head. “No,” he says without hesitation. Nailz widens her eyes as Tabor hasn’t notified the president. “Dontcha think you should mention it to him. He is your brother after all,” Nailz replies as Tabor hangs his head down. “Don’t remind me,” he growls. “What kind of shipments are we getting?” she asks, trying to change the subject. “Skull knows something about the first shipment but won’t share any information,” answers Tabor.

Awkward silence comes between the two until Tabor’s phone goes off. He pulls it out from his breast pocket and gulps at the name. “Fuck me sideways,” he says while showing his phone towards Nailz. “I’ll see myself out,” is all she tells him while patting him on the back. She heads for the door when Tabor finally answers the phone. “Hey big brother,” he says as Nailz steps over the threshold and closes the door behind her. The last thing she needed to hear was Tabor getting his ass chewed out by his older brother.

Video Journal Entry #2

Two weeks ago, I made my debut for Sin City Wrestling where I faced off against Miles Kasey. I will admit, the kid has some talent but his attitude is what cost him. I told him that I would make an example out of him and damn I had fun doing it. My phone blew up after Climax Control aired and all of my pals back in Valdosta were so excited to see me challenging myself on the big stage. I couldn’t tell you how many fans walked up to me while I was just taking a stroll down the strip. I don’t bother with social media since it’s usually filled with useless drama. I don’t need drama. If I want drama then I will watch it on television. Otherwise, keep all that nonsense to your fucking selves.

I had hopes of facing lesser talents in my second match but I guess the bosses were impressed with my performance. How can you not be impressed with me? I am built like a powerhouse who can move like a cruiserweight but sock you in the mouth when I feel like it. Miles found out first hand at how impressive I truly am once I’m inside the ring. I don’t give two shits about the audience. I could care less about the morons who comment on my matches. All I care about is winning matches and putting myself further up the card.

That brings me to my opponent this Sunday. Austin James Mercer. I would run down his accomplishments but it would appear he does that every fucking time he opens that shit hole he calls a mouth. The guy hasn’t been relevant since he got his ass handed to him by Senor Vinnie. Ever since that day, you have been sulking in the back not able to do a damn thing until the stunt pulled by J2H and Caleb Storms.

I agree with you. Caleb Storms is a damn joke but so are you Austin. I mean you walk around here like you are god’s gift to professional wrestling. I’m sorry if I don’t bow down before your stupidness and kiss your fucking ass. If you think I’m going to be scared of you then you can keep on walking towards the unemployment line. Because as far as I am concerned, the only thing scary about you is probably your breath. I saw what you did to Caleb Storms. It was classless all the fucking way. You talk about Wolfslair like it’s the best faction in all of Sin City Wrestling. I’m not impressed by a group of crybabies who can’t win a match to save their damn life.

Now you want to talk about making a statement, would it be more of a statement if I kicked your sorry ass all over that ring. Would it be disrespectful for me to leave your ass bleeding in the middle of that ring? If you think this is my first rodeo with a worthless piece of human garbage then you are in for a rude awakening. All I have heard come out of your mouth is what you want to do but that’s not going to happen. Because I don’t fear you. You might be able to intimidate Lachlan Kane or Caleb Storms but that shit ain’t going to work on me. Why? Because it’s a pathetic attempt to make yourself relevant.

I heard you. You think I am beneath you. Look pal, as I can see it. You are not the world champion nor are you the internet champion. You are a disgruntled former champion who can’t handle losing so what do you do. You throw a temper tantrum like a five year old and expect everyone to cater to you. Unfortunately, you are running into the wrong person. You see, I have my own goals in this company to accomplish and you are standing in my way. Now don’t let the smile on my face fool you, once that bell sounds I am all business. You can take it however you want to but in my opinion you shouldn’t take me lightly. You shouldn’t think that I am some pushover.

Miles Kasey had that same thought and look at what happened to him. I nearly jarred his spine through his body. Imagine if that happens to Miles just think at what carnage I could do to you. You call yourself the Alpha male but yet you haven’t proved it. Miles only got a sliver of what I can do in the ring. Some might call me arrogant but in my mind it’s confidence. Some might think I’m biting off more than I can chew but all I see is someone who can propel me to greater things. I don’t see the alpha male Austin. I see a crybaby who is going to be looking up at the lights after I jar your spine or crush your skull.

You have no idea what is coming your way on Sunday. My focus is solely on you. I’m not worried about later in the show. All I care about is sending you back to the bottom. So you can either go hard or go home. As for me, I plan on hitting you harder than you’ve ever been hit before. It’s time. It’s time. It’s Mister Incredible time.

 

Eight hours after Climax Control went off the air, Denise Andrews was lying on the bed in her one bedroom hotel room. She was still a little sore after the battle with Bea Barnhart. She is just waking up when her best friend Ella Singleton comes walking into the room from the joining room. "Hey Denise," she squalks as Denise is rubbing her eyes with both of her palms. "What the hell Ella?" she questions. Ella walks over to the mini fridge, opens it and pulls out a bottle of water. She untwists the lid and hands it over to Denise while pouring out two small aspirin pills. She hands them over as well. Denise takes the water and the pills. She puts both of them in her mouth before washing them down with the water. "Did you hear the news?" asks Ella as Denise places the water down on the end table.

"What news?" asks Denise as Ella picks up Denise's phone and pulls up the Sin City Wrestling website. "Look at this," she suggests as she hands the phone back over. Denise takes it in her hands and glances down at the new match card that was posted. Her eyes widen as her mouth begins to salivate. "Is this legit?" questions Denise. Ella nods her head as Denise's phone lights up. Her ex-girlfriend Kelley appears on her screeen as she looks away from Ella. Ella looks confused as Denise slides the green bar over to answer the call.

"Hello," she whispers into the receiver as Ella lays back on the bed. "Hey Deni," Kelley says in response. Ella is trying very hard not to easedrop as she picks up the television remote and turns on the 45 inch television sitting on the three tier dresser sitting in front of the bed. "What's up?" Denise asks in a hushed tone. "I just wanted to call," answers Kelley. "I'm surprised you even answered," Kelley adds as Denise looks over at Ella. Ella is trying hard not to look back as Denise is placing her hand on the wall. "I'm surprised myself after what you did," replies Denise. A soft knock wraps on the door as Ella slips up to her feet and quietly opens the door. Carter King and Travis Nathaniel Andrews enter the room as Denise looks over at the two men who just walked in.

"I would love to see you Denise," suggets Kelley as Denise sighs. "I'll think about it," she says before hanging up the phone. Denise lets out another sigh as her father glances over towards her direction. "Why isn't she getting ready to bring home the Bombshell Roulette Championship?" asks Travis as Ella shrugs her shoulders. Denise sighs one more time before narrowing her gaze towards the mirror.

"That fucking bitch has no idea what hornet's nest she has just stirred up. If she thinks I'm just going to take her back after she nearly ruined my life then she has another thing coming. Just like that stupid hoe named Candy. I bet she doesn't even realize her belt is on the line in this second round match up. I'll admit, I was surprised that I moved on but Jake Raab actually came through with his part of this makeshift partnership. Maybe he isn't so bad once someone does something with his ugly mug. I don't think any woman would be willing to team with him unless they are blind as fruit bats," Denise says as her dad walks over towards her.

"Hey Denise, are you ready?" he asks her.

"What kind of stupid question is that dad? Of course I am ready to kick the living shit out of that sweet tooth junkie. Since her championship is on the line, I am extra motivated to show the entire SCU locker room that I am not a pushover. I will slam my fist into this Candy's mouth and crush all of her teeth in one blow. Now, I do respect your abilities Candy but that doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you. Just look at that bitch Bea, she ran her mouth and now she's on the outside looking in. Right now, I am the true contender for the Bombshell Roulette Championship and just like my father I will take ownership of that precious belt. Now don't go looking for Austin Mercer to help you because he's going to have his hands full with Raab," adds Denise as Travis looks over at the other two. He just shrugs his shoulder while smirking.

"She's got this in the bag," says Travis confidentally.

"I know I should at least mention Austin since he showed me some respect. Austin has been a major role since coming over from Honor Wrestling. He has snatched up multiple single's championships but he has also lost the same amount of championships. I respect that he has tenasity and freakishly awesome power. However he has been defeated by my tag partner. I get it. You call it a fluke because you can't accept the fact that he was better than you on that day. What kind of excuse will you come up with when we walk out of Climax Control holding two title belts? I know for damn sure that Candy doesn't have the talent to beat me. She doesn't hold the candle to me. I am an Andrews and come Climax Control. I'm going to be GOLDEN," Denise caps off her tirade by turning away from the mirror and walking over towards the balcony.

 
<p align=right>April 2nd, 2019
Las Vegas, Nevada
SCW Headquarters
Off Camera/On Camera

It's a very warm afternoon as Daniela V. Rodgers is standing outside the corporate building for Sin City Wrestling. The sun was playing hide and seek behind a few clouds as Daniela swayed back and forth while thinking if this is a smart decision. She was wearing a normal shirt with ripped up jeans and converse on her feet. Her heart was racing as she pushes open the door and steps over the threshold. Daniela's eyes widen as she could hardly fathom where she was standing.

"I don't believe this," she whispers to herself as Daniela walks up to the reception desk.   She fiddles with her thumbs while trying to work up a nerve to talk to the receptionist.

"Welcome Daniela," the receptionist greets Daniela.

"Hi," she returns with a slight smile on her face. The receptionist picks up a phone and presses a few buttons. A few seconds later, the receptionist places the phone back down on its receiver.

"Mr. Ward will see you now. Third floor, second door on your left," the receptionist says as Daniela bows slightly while walking away from the desk towards the elevator. Daniela tries to figure out why she was being asked to come to the headquarters. Daniela boards the elevator and presses the third floor button. She steps back while listening to the music playing over the speakers. She bobs her head a little until the elevator dings.

Daniela steps off the elevator and tries to recall what the receptionist told her. She turns left and walks past the first door. She stops, looks at the name plate on the second door and gives it a quick knock.

"Come in," a voice booms as Daniela twists the knob as the door opens. She steps through as a chair turns towards the window slowly comes into view. Daniela doesn't know what is happening as she remains near the door.

"Is this some sort of prank?" She questions as the chair spins around. Her jaw flops open as the co-owner of Sin City Wrestling motions for her to take a seat in front of his desk.

"I assure you this isn't a prank Daniela," the man says as Daniela crosses across the floor and plops down in front of the desk. "Do you know who I am?" He asks as Daniela nods her head.

"You are Mark Ward," she answers as he smiles while leaning forward in his chair.

"That's a relief. I can't tell you how many young stars don't have any clue on who I am these days," Mark says as Daniela tries hold back her laughter. Mark notices it and chuckles himself.

"Maybe if you weren't such a recluse than people would know you," jokes Daniela. Mark chuckles more as he props his feet up on his desk while leaning back in his chair.

"I chose to stay off screen because it keeps me blood pressure down. Now, the real reason I wanted to meet with you is very simple. I know you are a member of the SCU roster but I'd like to offer you a nice contract to join the main roster," he offers as Daniela's eyes widen more. She didn't expect this as Daniela bites her lower lip.

"Oh gosh, I never dreamed that I'd have this kind of opportunity," she says.  

"You earned following the performance you provided us with in your Blast From The Past opening round match. Judging by your reaction, you are accepting the offer," Mark comments as Daniela nods her head.

No more words were spoken as Daniela and Mark shake hands. He gives her quick smile before she turned on her heels. She heads for the door. Before placing her hand on the door knob, Mark speaks up.

"Welcome to the roster," he says as Daniela turns the knob. She steps back out into the hallway.

<p align=right>April 7, 2019
Trenton, Florida
Rodgers Family Home
Off Camera/On Camera

A week following the meeting with Mark Ward, Daniela was lounging around her own home in gym shorts and a tank top. Her hair was all messy as she had been sleeping for a few hours. Her twin brother was on the road with SCU as she stayed home alone. She was flipping through channels on the television set when her doorbell rang.

"Who is it?" asks Daniela as she remains sitting on her couch.

"It's Brittany Baker," a voice calls out.

A smile forms across Daniela's lips as she sits up a bit. "Come on in Britt," shouts Daniela as she lowers the volume on the television. Brittany opens the door and slips over the threshold. Daniela rises up to her feet as Brittany rounds the corner. They immediately jump into each other's arms as Daniela is all smiles to see her best friend again. Brittany has been over seas working with the peace Corp. She was on leave and decided to come see Danni.

"It's so good to see you girl," says Brittany as she pulls back to look at Daniela.

"Rubbish, I look like a slob," she replies as Brittany chuckles. Daniela takes a quick look while shaking her head. "You look great. I bet Wyatt would love to see you again," Daniela adds as Brittany blushes. Wyatt and Brittany were a serious couple until she left for the peace Corp, Brittany decided to end it so they wouldn't have to deal with the long distance relationship drama that normally follows.

"It would be nice to see him again. I heard you and Brandon had a nice moment down at Hitchcock's," replies Brittany as Daniela blushes as well. Brittany knew Daniela still had a thing for him even though he cheated on her once before.

"It was nice to see him but I don't think I can trust him," comments Daniela. Brittany understood as she joins Daniela on the couch.

"So what have you been doing Dani?" she asks as Daniela smiles.

"I've been great. I'm competing in a wrestling company and I just recently earned myself a contract to compete on their main roster," answers Daniela as Brittany shows her excitement. Professional wrestling has always been the dream for Daniela ever since she was a kid. Brittany knew Daniela would be a great asset for them.

"That's so awesome. How about your brother?" asks Brittany.

"Vector is competing in their developmental brand where I began until I earned my spot. Now I get to travel the world and meet amazing people.

"I am so happy for you. When is your next match?" asks Brittany.

"I haven't been notified of my next match. So I'm hoping it's really soon. I can't wait to show that I truly deserve this opportunity," answers Daniela as Brittany continues to smile.

The two friends continue to chatter while reminiscing about the past and contemplating the future.

<p align=right>April 19, 2019
Manchester, England
Manchester Television Station Hallway
Off Camera/On Camera

It's nearly three in the afternoon as Cheryl Hastings is waiting outside the Manchester Television Station for Daniela V. Rodgers to arrive. Cheryl was holding a clipboard with a list of questions the television host is going to ask Daniela. As Cheryl is reading over the list, Daniela walks up wearing a brand new DVR t-shirt, ripped jeans and her converse. Cheryl lifts her head and smiles at her client.

"You look amazing Dani," Cheryl compliments as Daniela just shrugs it off.

"I really wish people would stop commenting on how I look. Now is there a reason you have me down here. I was going to go down to the local arcade and play some skee ball," Daniela says as Cheryl nods her head.

"I have an interview set up for you," replies Cheryl. Daniela takes a deep breath and looks at her manager. Cheryl knew speaking in public was tough on Daniela. Vector was the talker. Daniela just used her actions to speak. Cheryl assures Dani this is a good thing as they walk into the studio.

"I don't know about this," comments Daniela as Cheryl takes her client by the hand.

"It's going to be alright. I've scanned the list and I've marked off the questions that are off limits for them to ask," assures Cheryl.

"That doesn't mean anything. I know how these things are Cheryl. They can reword questions to make you think it's a different one when it's clearly not. I'd much rather be in a gym preparing for Amanda Cortez instead of being here," retorts Daniela as Cheryl just nods her head.

A few steps further, a man wearing a business like suit steps out of a room to greet them. "Welcome to Manchester," he states in his accent while extending his hand out. Cheryl immediately takes followed by Daniela. The man was shocked that these two ladies returned a hand shake. "I must say not many women would have done that," he says in a very polite manner.

"We aren't like most women," replies Cheryl. "I'm Cheryl Hastings, we spoke on the phone a few days ago," she adds as the man snaps his fingers.

"Aw, it's nice to finally put a face to the name. I'm Jordan Oslow, I run this studio," he returns as Daniela is looking at the different posters on the wall. She is amazed at the artwork that is also on display.

"That is my client Daniela V. Rodgers," Cheryl says as Jordan bows at the waist like a gentlemen. Daniela returns the bow in a show of respect. Jordan steps to the side and offers them to step inside the booth. They do as they take a seat on three rolling chairs.

"We should be done with our news update very soon," Jordan says as Cheryl just smiles.

"That's fine. We aren't in any rush. I would like this done before the meet and greet tomorrow. Daniela is scheduled to appear in order to meet the fans," she replies as Jordan nods his head. The news reporter pokes his head in as Jordan is grinning from ear to ear.

"Looks like we are ready for you my dear," Jordan says while looking at Daniela. Daniela gulps before standing up to her feet and following the news reporter out onto the soundstage.

<p align=right>April 19, 2019
Manchester, England
Manchester TV Station Soundstage
Off Camera/On Camera

The audio technician is helping Daniela put her microphone on as the reporter is off to the side going over the list of questions Cheryl has prepared. They continue to converse quietly as the audio man signals go time. The reporter nods while stepping onto the soundstage. He walks over toward Daniela.

"Everything is going to be fine," he whispers to her as the floor director starts counting down. Before he reaches one, he points at the reporter as the live sign lights up.

"Welcome back to Manchester Update, today we have a special guest with us. She comes to us from the States and is competing right down the road on Sunday. Please welcome, Daniela V. Rodgers," he introduces as the camera pulls out to a wide shot getting both of them in the shot.

"Thank you for having me," she says as the reporter is smiling at Daniela's composure thus far.

"Daniela, this Sunday, you will be competing in your first singles match on Climax Control. What kind emotions are running through you right now?" He asks as Daniela takes a minute to formulate a thought.

"I am incredibly nervous since this is my first match on the main roster as a solo competitor. I normally have my twin brother with me but he currently is busy working with SCU. I'm also excited that I get to live out my dream of wrestling with a major promotion like Sin City Wrestling. It's really remarkable that Mark Ward believes so much in me and I hope I don't disappoint him this Sunday night," answers Daniela as she takes a deep breath.

The reporter was surprised by the long winded answer as is Cheryl. The reporter takes a moment to gather his thoughts. "This Sunday also marks the night Amanda Cortez, your opponent, returns to the company. What is your reaction and thoughts heading into this match?" He questions as Daniela is smiling.

"I'm kind of excited to be facing a former SCW World Bombshell champion but after what I have heard. Amanda Cortez isn't what I call a role model for the young girls or boys. She is more into showing off her body then taking this business seriously. Apparently, a lot of the women on the roster don't like her. I have no opinion as I haven't had a conversation with her but from what she has said. It's clear she is stuck in some fantasy world with no realms of reality. I know I'm a little out there calling myself the Throwback princess but that's because I'm more for walking the walk instead of just talking," answers Daniela.

The reporter listens to the response before asking another question. "Earlier this week, Amanda called herself the SCW Goddess. What is your reaction to that bold statement?" He asks.

"It seems that everyone these days is calling themselves a queen or a goddess for some reason. I don't understand it myself. How can Amanda call herself that when she quit the first time around after losing the Bombshell world champion? She lost the belt and instead of picking herself up she tucked her tail and ran. That's not a goddess. That's someone who can't handle failure. Failure is apart of life. Look at me, I didn't come through in the Blast From The Past tournament but my performance was good enough to be considered a chance to compete on the main roster. Now I must show that it wasn't a worthless transition. Amanda Cortez may think she is this goddess but she's facing someone who can out wrestle her in every aspect. She's not fast and she doesn't have power. She is walking into this match banking on her past. I promise you that will the mistake I tend to capitalize on come Sunday," responds Daniela.

The reporter is getting word to wrap it up. He nods while turning his head toward Daniela. "Do you have any final words for your opponent?" He asks her.

"Yes, I do have a few things to say toward Amanda. I know you want a title opportunity but honey those aren't handed out like plastic surgeons hand out breasts. You have to earn them. You have to prove you are worthy of a championship match. The fact you are looking past me and taking me lightly will not help you in that regard. You will realize that I'm the one chick you can't bully. I'm the one chica you can't snap your fingers and hope to fall at your feet. I'm the woman who is going to make your return to SCW something you won't forget. Because when the smoke clears, the only one left standing will be me. So get ready Amanda because you will need to SET YOUR DVR," she says as the floor director yells cut.

The reporter shakes Daniela's hand as she returns to Cheryl's side. They embrace before walking back into the control booth. The scene slowly fades as the door closes behind them.

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Nickname(s): Mr. TNA; Mr. SCW
Age: 39
Height: 6'4
Weight: 243 lbs
Hometown: Las Vegas, NV
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Weapon Of Choice: Microphone

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Weight: 119 lbs
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You will be booked at least 2-3 times a month. In order for this to happen, you will be booked in singles as well as tag team matches. Since tag team matches take place in an intergender division, please let Tad Ezra know if you wish to only wrestle your gender. We will still book you in tag team matches under Mixed tag team rules but keep in mind, tag team titles will be intergender so if you wish not to wrestle the opposite gender, you limit yourself to only singles gold when you do get a title shot. ***Be sure to fill out a Tag Team application***





[~]-WRESTLER INFORMATION-[~]

Picture Base (Name Only, real picture bases no cartoons. Check Taken Pic Bases List): Tyler Bate
Wrestlers Twitter:
Wrestlers Name: Vector C. Rodgers
Nickname(s): VCR, King of Throwbacks
Age: 27
Height: 6'2
Weight: 204 lbs
Hometown: Trenton, Florida
Personality: Vector is very charming and polite outside the ring. Inside the ring he is focused and very charismatic
Strengths: Speed, Agile, Intelligence, high pain tolerance, focus
Weaknesses: Power, Temper, Too polite
Gimmick If Any:
Alignment: Face

[~]-ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION-[~]

Entrance Theme Music (Check Taken Theme Song List): Jump by Van Halen
Entrance Description (Mandatory for bookings): "Jump" begins to play as Vector C. Rodgers comes walking out with two beautiful ladies on his arm. One looks to be dressed for a fight and the other looks dressed for the oscars. The crowd is going wild as Vector escorts both ladies down the aisle. He stops at the bottom, hopes up onto the ring apron and waits for them. He holds the ropes open for them before jumping over them.

[~]-WRESTLING MOVES-[~]

Everyone gets one finisher and 3 signature moves as well as a move set package. Please pick one package for your wrestler. Any moves you really want your wrestler to have please add it to the the signature moves section.

Wrestling Move Packages *Remember you can only pick one*

-Brawler (You just want to hurt them, you don't believe in making them tap out as you prefer to knock them out instead)
-Submission Specialist (You're likely to make anyone tap out at any given time)
-High Flyer ( You take high risks in hopes for a big pay out at the end)
-Powerhouse (Known for being able to take a beating as much as dishing one out)
-Martial Arts (More known for there MMA style of fighting) -Known for there quick strikes, grapples and submissions
-All-Arounder (Jack of all trades, master of none)
-Grappler (Think of those known to grab you and suplex you with ease)
-Diva (One who uses their feminine wiles to make her way through the match. Hair pulls and slaps. Catfight! Catfight!)
-Rookie (Sticks to the basics, when tries a more advance move he/she May botch or get reversed more often then not.)
-Cheater (Think of old school heels doing illegal moves like Eye Pokes, low blows etc)- Will win by any means necessary. )


Signature Moves
1.) Vector Kriss Kross (Inverted Figure Four Leglock)
2.) C is for Cookie (Cartwheel Death Valley Driver)
3.) Wall to Wall (Corner Superplex)


Finishing Move
1.) VCR Kickback - Roundhouse Kick followed by front flip Facebuster



[~]-MISC INFORMATION-[~]

Weapon Of Choice: VCR Player
Match Of Choice: Ladder

[~]-BIOGRAPHY-[~]
Superstar Bio: Vector C. Rodgers comes from a nice family. He isn't really rich but he is above the poverty line. He enjoys things that are almost forgotten about these days. He adores his wife Carolyn who always supports him no matter what he ventures into. A frequent visitor of flea markets. His tag partner and twin sister Daniela V. Rodgers.
Past Accomplishments: 1x Birdcage Wrestling Light Heavyweight Champion, 2x Crystal River Wrestling Tag Team Champion

[~]-MANAGER INFORMATION-[~]
***Be sure to fill out an NPC/Manager application as well***
Manager's Name: Carolyn Rodgers & Daniela V. Rodgers
Manager's Pic Base (Check Taken Pic Bases List): Liv Morgan & Cathy Kelley