~After Summer XXXtreme~

I did it...I couldn't believe it, but I actually did it. I won the World Title..the one belt that had eluded me for so long. I sat in my room on the cruise, just holding the belt in my hands...not taking my eyes off  it. After years of fighting..I was finally the World Heavyweight Champion. It felt like a dream to me. I then heard a knock on my door.

Griffin Hawkins: Come in! It's open.

The door slowly creaks open, in came a longtime friend of mine...Kate Steele. She slowly comes into the room.

Kate Steele: Hey..figured you'd be out celebrating instead of hanging out here..

Griffin Hawkins: Oh I'll join you and the others in a bit, just need time to take all this in.

She walks up to me, looking down at the World Title.

Kate Steele: Oh yeah..that is a good looking title. You really earned it.

Griffin Hawkins: Yeah...I did...part of me didn't know when I was gonna get here. Last year at this time..I lost the Roulette Title, now a year later..I win the World Title in the exact same venue.

Kate Steele: A year makes one hell of a difference..you've been working hard for years just for this moment.

Griffin Hawkins: I'm just waiting for someone to try and downplay my win as if it meant nothing..I mean you can't please everyone.

Kate Steele: Let haters hate..you earned this title, and nobody can take that away from you.

She did have a point...I did earn it. I'll probably have detractors, but I wasn't worried so much about them anymore.

Griffin Hawkins: It feels like forever since I've held a World Title like this..but I'm happy its finally come true.

Kate Steele: I'm happy for you too...but don't get too comfy, you're going to have a lot of guys gunning for you now. What you have is a really important thing that everyone on this ship would give their right arm for.

Griffin Hawkins: Oh yeah, I know that for sure. It's a hell of a lot harder staying on top than getting there...we'll see if I can make it.

Kate Steele: Instead of wondering what if..let's go to the bar and celebrate.

I get up off the bed.

Griffin Hawkins: Should I bring the gold with me?

Kate Steele: It wouldn't be a celebration if you didn't.

I picked up the title and followed her out. I'd be celebrating for now..but soon, I know the battles would be coming.

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The plan was offically a go. Me and Gideon met up outside the building of Black Snake records. It looked to be such a large tall building. People were going in and out, wearing protective masks as they went along. I made sure to have my own as we were set to go in.

Gideon Blackwell: Well..this is it. We're here.

Griffin Hawkins: Man..its like the first day of School all over again...only the Principal wasn't an evil cult leader.

Gideon Blackwell: Hey..you never know what people do when they are out of school..

Griffin Hawkins: I guess you're right...well, let's go.

Gideon Blackwell: What do you mean let's go?..

Griffin Hawkins: Well in the sense of you and me going in..

Gideon Blackwell: No No..you're going in. I'm gonna find my own way in.

Griffin Hawkins: Dude, how the hell are you going to do that?..

Gideon Blackwell: No need to worry about me. Just go in there and schmooze away!

Before I could say anything he ran off. I really didn't know what he had planned, but I hoped it worked. I decided to go in the building and see the boss. I noticed the secretary at the front desk. She looked middle aged with dark hair.

Griffin Hawkins: Excuse me miss..but I am here to see a Clancy Foster.

She lowered her glasses and looked up at me.

Ms.Danvers: May I ask who you are?

Griffin Hawkins: Griffin Hawkins, I made an appointment to see him.

Ms.Danvers: Ah yes..he is right in his office, he's been expecting you.

I nod to her and head up in the Elevator...nervous to what he was going to say. This guy could be an evil mastermind for all I know. Soon the doors opened and I walked down the hallway, past everyone in the offices. I notice a big room with glass windows on the side and a young man with light mocha skin with dark hair. He looks to me and smiles as I walk in.

Clancy Foster: Griffin Hawkins..good evening! So nice to finally meet you.

This guy was nice..too nice. He did not seem like some evil dude or whatever. I take my seat across from him as he sits at his desk.

Clancy Foster: Mr.Hawkins..I have watched you for so long. You are indeed a very talented young man..whether it be wrestling or music, you definitely have a following.

Griffin Hawkins: Thanks, I like to remain grounded..I don't forget where I came from.

Clancy Foster: That's good to know. A lot of these musicians see the opportunity of a music career as an easy access to get laid and party..and then they end up self destructing.

Griffin Hawkins: I agree..I admire my heroes such as Jimi Hendrix, Kurt Cobain and and Jim Morrison, but I don't want to follow their path.

Clancy Foster: Funny, I always thought it was Courtney Love who did Kurt in..

Griffin Hawkins: Hey...that hasn't been proven..yet.

We both share a laugh..what was happening? Was this guy trying to work his charm on me?..

Griffin Hawkins: So anyways..would you be interested in signing Devilition to a deal?

Clancy Foster: Mr.Hawkins, it would be my pleasure to sign you to a six album deal.

Maybe I got this guy all wrong. He didn't seem like everything I thought he would be. As I left the building, Gideon dragged me to the back alley way to show me what he found.

Griffin Hawkins: What the hell man?!

Gideon Blackwell: Sorry about that. Okay..I was in the basement and I found some interesting stuff. Some pentagrams drawn...the smell of blood..it seems the place has been used for sacrifices. So how's Foster?..

Griffin Hawkins: Actually..he was kind of a nice guy.

Gideon Blackwell: ...What?

Griffin Hawkins: He seemed really cool..I mean..he signed me to a six album deal..

Gideon Blackwell: Oh Bloody hell..you've fallen for his charm!

Griffin Hawkins: Look, if you were in the same room as him, you'd think he was an okay guy..

Gideon Blackwell: My God you're so thick in the head..don't you get it yet? He's part of a Cult. The most dangerous Cult in the old days...they have a habit of suckering people in, you can't afford to fall into his trap!
 
Griffin Hawkins: Okay okay! I won't..

Gideon Blackwell: I want to know now..are you with us or not?

Griffin Hawkins: Of course I'm with you..

Gideon Blackwell: Good..now let's get out of here.

We drive off away into the night. Clancy seemed like a great guy...nothing about him seemed bad, but there's also the possibility of him being a member of the Cult of Blood..it was hard to tell what side was he on...maybe there's more to this story...


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Cameras come to the locker room, I am sitting against the wall, dressed in leather pants and a Ramones T-Shirt. In my lap lays my custom SCW World Heavyweight Title. I hold it in my arms and begin to speak.


"At Summer XXXtreme...I sent The Cockney King South of Heaven..and I became the new World Heavyweight Champion. Me and Ben Jordan fought and fought like two gladiators in Roman times...but only one can walk away with the gold, and on this night..it was me. A lot believed I couldn't get the job done..but as history proved always...I turn skeptics into believers. Now, I'm not one to rest on my laurels. I'm not gonna be one of those Champions who cost on their accomplishments..nu uh, there is no rest for the weary when it comes to the Sin City World Heavyweight Title. I realize now that I got more people than ever targeting me, wanting to knock me off the top of the mountain. There's danger around every corner...but to them, I say bring it on. Anyone who knows me, knows that I don't duck any challenger or threat to my title..whether it be Jack Washington..or a man who claims to be my friend...Alex Jones..."


I place the title over my shoulder.


"Alexander Jones...man, what crawled up your ass last week dude? Seriously. You don't like the fact that I am champion and I represent this company as long as I hold the title..saying..I don't like his rock and roll schtick, the long hair, the makeup, yadda yadda yadda. Wow Alex..I thought you would've come up with something more original than that. You sound just like every bitter jealous unoriginal hater that has tried to keep me down in my career..everyone who tried to say I was some gimmick. You more than anyone should know that I am for real, and someone like me representing this company would be just what it needs. See..I know who I am, but do you know who you are? Are you a singles wrestler? Or a Tag Wrestler? No, you can't decide that can you? Austin James Mercer is the star of the team..you on the other hand are the OTHER guy. You had many chances to make a name for yourself, but instead you surround yourself with guys and gals who are better than you just to mask your own insecurities and failures. And now that you and Johanna lost the mixed tag titles, this is your last shot. All the whining crying and bitching you've done in the last few weeks...maybe it'll all pay off."


Part of me can see the confidence beaming off Jones.


"I find it funny though...you keep saying on TV like last week and social media that you're my friend and you love me and all that...but then five minutes later you go on some tangent about how bad I am, how you deserve the belt more than me, how it's your time. To be quite honest dude, as a friend..you're kind of a shithead. Because when I got to the back, I had a LOT of people congratulating me, Teddy, Maki, Cross, Kate, Roxi, Bella, Vinnie..even wrestlers outside this company were sending me congratulatory tweets for achieving my goal. Ben Jordan himself even gave me my due. Nowhere on that list is you. Why? Because you were off pouting like a 3 year old child after your loss of the mixed tag belts and you were looking on in jealousy at somebody who went on and accomplished something you never done here in Sin City Wrestling. Truth being..you're not my friend, just some angry bitter jealous insecure little coward who has all the natural ability in the world...but ultimately...no idea how to use it."


I adjust the title on my shoulder.


"Do you hate me?....I'm not surprised. After all, it seems like forever since we last fought. Let's bring up a date Alex, January 12th, 2020. You remember that date, don't you? Because I do...it was that night where you and me faced off for the Roulette Title, and do you remember what happened then? I made you tap out right in the middle of the ring. Do you remember what you said before the event? That I'm only good for holding mid card titles and not elevating them. I guess you were forced to eat your words..because I held that title for 300 days, making it THE belt to compete for, no matter what match it was. Sure..it was second only to this title, but I treated it like it was the World Title itself. I set a record for it..and so far nobody has beaten it. Proof that you're wrong about everything...have I also mentioned that I beat you? I'm not gonna say..oh just cause I beat you once, its a forgone conclusion that I'll beat you again...we seen what happens to people who say things like that. I'm just gonna say this..you need to stop being so cocky, so arrogant, and so sure of yourself that you're just gonna stroll into Vegas and take what I've worked so hard to earn. Right now you're on a downward spiral..and the only way to wake up from this nightmare is to take this belt..but it's not gonna happen buddy..pal of mine..because I'm gonna do the entire SCW a favor and close that fat mouth of yours."


I did not want to look past Alex, he wanted more than anything to become World Champion.


"Now..what I find downright comical is how much you're getting your panties in a wad all because I didn't pay you any attention on social media. Really, you got all the makings of a bitter ex girlfriend. Let me explain myself Alex. I was NOT overlooking you. See, you and me are the kinda guys who don't need words on social media, we do our talking in the ring. I figured for once, I'll do my promotion for the match a little bit later..but then I saw that you changed your twitter name to the Griffin Hunter, very clever...photoshopped a target on my face, and for the last few nights you were trying so hard to get on my radar and you got pissy that I wasn't giving you the time of day. You know what all that tells me?...it tells me you're shook. You're rattled dude...I hadn't said one word and it drove you absolutely crazy. I am that in your head...and I didn't even have to say or do anything! I live in your head rent free, all because I refused to play into your little game. I was going to reply to your little tangent, but then I decided no..I'm just gonna sit back and watch as this guy makes a complete and total ass of himself. But I had to ask myself something...no, I have to ask YOU something.


I sit up straight, making sure I am in plain view of the camera.


"Is this what you've become Alex? Is this what the almighty Black Dragon has been reduced to? Throwing a temper tantrum like a baby on social media? Trying to goad people into a catfight online? What happened to you man? Where's the Alex Jones that I saw in WWH defend the Wildcard Title against Mongoose in a 30 Minute Explosion Deathmatch? Where is the Alex Jones who looked the unkillable beast Phantom in the eye and not back down in a C4 Charged Barb Wire Deathmatch? Where is the Alex Jones who won the WWH World Title? Where is the Alex Jones who stood in nobody's shadow? Where is the Alex Jones that took shit from absolutely nobody? Is that Alex Jones still in there? I can't even tell. When was the last time you were THAT Alex Jones? When was the last time you were a man? See..somewhere along the line here in SCW, you grew soft. You lost your edge. Instead of going for the World Title and wrecking shop, you just stood by and allowed others to bask in the glory that should have been yours a long time ago. Yeah, you and Johanna were the mixed tag champions for quite a while..but that's not enough for guys like you and me is it? So I'll just say this..if you bring this Alex Jones...the Alex Jones who photoshops pictures, the Alex Jones who's all Notice Me Senpai trying to get people's attention, the Alex Jones who's acting like an overgrown child..you're gonna get eaten alive. What I want you to bring is the Alex Jones who's tougher than any man in that locker room, the Alex Jones that's determined to wipe out anybody and everybody friend or foe..just to get the title...that's the one I want."


I really hoped that I'd get the best Alex Jones.


"Last week on Climax Control you said the only person who should be facing me is you...but you didn't say why. So..why should it be you Alex? Because you run around carrying Austin James Mercer's bags? Is it because a former World Champion..Kristopher Ryans' head is so far up your ass that he knows what you had for breakfast today? Or is it because you are at the end of your rope when it comes to titles here in SCW? I'm gonna tell you the same thing I told Ben...nobody deserves anything around here, they earn it. I earned this very title by beating a guy whom many viewed as THE man around here. I get that you feel that you've been overlooked, how you stood by and allowed others to take your spot. But instead of whining and making excuses for why you're not the man, come on up and take your shot at me. Because I've heard as much of you as I can take and quite frankly..you are so goddamn annoying I want to bitch slap you. You think you deserve a shot? Come prove it."


I hold onto the title before continuing on.


"When we first faced off, you said that we both had a long and distinguished career. No..no dude..don't EVER compare yourself to me. Because when I wanted to fight the World Champion, all I did was accept an open challenge and it was on. When you wanted to fight me, you just went on camera and started bad mouthing me like I banged your Mom and didn't even have the courtesy to call her back. When the time came for me to go for the title, I didn't let ANYONE stand in my way. You on the other hand just stood around with your thumb up your ass, letting others go for it.  Or perhaps maybe you didn't go for the title because deep down inside..you didn't think you were good enough to beat Ben Jordan. It's possible that you didn't have that much faith in yourself to challenge for the gold, and now that I have it, you're suddenly interested. But things aren't going to go your way Mr.Jones. Because I worked too long and hard to give up the belt to some bitter little crybaby like you."


I slowly begin to get up.


"When you lost the Mixed Tag Belts...the first thing you wanted to do was quit. You wanted to hang your boots up until Christian told you not to. Are you going to have that same consideration if you lose to me? Is Kris Ryan's still gonna kiss your ass about how you should be Champion? Because quite honestly...I'm coming to Vegas to light Sin City on fire when I scorch you to the ground. And seeing as we're good friends as you so eloquently put it...I am going to be a great friend to you and tell you what I am planning. Buddy...I'm coming to give you the beating that you have been asking for. If you thought you hit rock bottom after you lost the Mixed Tag Titles...buddy, you're gonna feel a lot worse when this match is all said and done and I've retained the World Heavyweight Title. And as a "friend"..I got no problem telling you that I am going to beat the holy shit out of you. Seeya soon buddy!"


I leave the room as the camera crew turn off everything.

 ~Many Years Ago~

It had been a while since I had been home. For the last few years I was on my own...doing things my own way, not listening to anybody but myself. But one particular moment got to me. As I was walking around the mall, I saw a kid going into a Toys R Us..his parents bought him a nice new bicycle. The little kid hugged his mother and father...

it really made me miss my own family.

Christmas was coming up...every year I'd spend it with the guys at the bar, or finding a ring rat at a show and having my own brand of holiday cheer. But I wanted this year to be different. This Christmas...I wanted to come home.

But there was one problem.

Myself and my Dad...didn't part on good terms. In fact, last time I saw him he told me never to come back until i've made something of myself. Not sure if this is what he had in mind...but it was Christmas, a time where family comes together and put the bad aside and focus on celebrating the holidays. And so, I swallowed my pride and decided it was time to come home. I showed up at the old house..knocking on the door. Soon it opened and I was greeted by Charles.

Charles Hawkins: Little bro! Hey!

The two of us hugged...I was really glad he held no ill will over what happened.

Griffin Hawkins: Is everyone here?

Charles Hawkins: Well, Dad's not here yet, but Wendi is in the living room.

He leads me in where Wendi is on the couch watching TV.

Charles Hawkins: Hey...look who's here!

I see Wendi's jaw drop with happiness, she runs off the couch and gives me a hug.

Wendi Hawkins: Oh my God, I've missed you so much!

Griffin Hawkins: I've missed you too..more than you know.

She parts and looks at me differently.

Wendi Hawkins: Oh wow..your hair is so long! You really need to cut it..people will think you're my sister.

I can't help but laugh, she has not changed a bit.

Griffin Hawkins: Oh yeah..I've definitely missed this.

Wendi Hawkins: How have you been? Whats been going on?

Griffin Hawkins: We'll catch up a little bit later, is Mom around?

Wendi Hawkins: She's in the kitchen preparing the dinner.

I nod to her and go to the kitchen where she's stuffing the Turkey. She hasn't noticed me yet.

Griffin Hawkins: Hey Mom...

She looks to me, a smile coming across my face.

Patricia Hawkins: Griffin..you made it!

Griffin Hawkins: I didn't want our last parting to be me in a hospital...I figured it's been a while since I've had a family dinner.

Patricia Hawkins: You are always welcome in our home.

That made me happy to hear..Dad unfortunately didn't feel the same way.

Griffin Hawkins: ....What about Dad?

Patricia Hawkins: Well...it looks like we're going to have to have Christmas Dinner without your Father this year. He has an important client to make a deal with, he says it can make or break his career.

This wasn't really surprising..he often put work ahead of his family. Its as if work was first..family second. We found that out as we had many Christmases without him.

Griffin Hawkins: I understand.

Patricia Hawkins: I'm just glad that you're with us, the table hasn't been the same without you. While you're here, you can help out with dinner.

Griffin Hawkins: I missed you all too, more than words can say.

She smiles as she tends to the Christmas Turkey, putting it in the oven.

Griffin Hawkins: Also..I know back then I wasn't easy to deal with..one thing led to another and...Dad thought it would be best if I was banished from the house.

Patricia Hawkins: I hope you know that I didn't agree with what he did. You were having problems..but throwing you out when you still just a teenager was not the answer.

Griffin Hawkins: I'm glad you agree.

Patricia Hawkins: But what were you going through Griffin? What drove you to this?

I take a deep breath and explain it to her..not knowing what she would say.

Griffin Hawkins: I was going through things in life nobody around me understood. I wanted to be myself..but everywhere I turn, Dad was there to snuff it out. He wanted me to take over the Hotel business when you and him retire...I didn't want that, that's not the life for me. Everything I wanted to do and enjoy, he was there to put a stop to it..soon I feel into the wrong crowd and they introduced me to things I regret trying...when they found marijuana in my locker at school, I got expelled...and Dad....he felt that I embarrassed the family for the last time and told me to pack my things and get out of the house..

Patricia Hawkins: Oh..baby I am so sorry. I only want what's best for you..if you didn't want to take over the business when you grew up, you didn't have to. As long as you are happy with what you want to do, that's all that matters.

Griffin Hawkins: I wish Dad felt the same way..

Patricia Hawkins: I did too...I wanted you to go into a rehab facility to get clean, but he was too concerned with the family image..like..how would that make us look if one of our children has a drug problem? If you still have..urges..I can get you in contact with one.

Griffin Hawkins: Well...my girlfriend died recently from a heroin overdose, and after the holidays, my friend is getting me in touch with this rehab clinic that she thinks will help me.

Patricia Hawkins: That is great news. At least you'll have a nice Christmas Dinner with your family before you go.

Griffin Hawkins: You still making those candied yams that I loved when I was little?

A smile comes across her face as she puts her hand on my cheek.

Patricia Hawkins: Of course sweetie, I never stopped fixing them.

It felt good to be with my family again. I continued to help my Mom in the kitchen..knowing no matter what happens from here on..I will always have my family with me.

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I hated this plan....I really REALLY hated it. Marquis and Gideon pretty much decided to use live bait to catch some cultists...and volunteered me.

this was not going to go well.

I sat in the van on that night in the back of the van as Marquis was driving and Gideon was on the passenger's side. I was just just thinking on what could possibly happen. I felt more like I was being led to an execution...I almost asked for a last meal. Gideon looked over and smiled at me in a way that made me want to punch his lights out.

Gideon Blackwell: So rock star, you ready to earn your keep tonight?

I didn't even want to look at him..he knew for sure I was hating this.

Griffin Hawkins: Fuck..you.

Gideon Blackwell: Oooh..someones got their rude head on tonight.

Griffin Hawkins: You're really enjoying this aren't you? I'm gonna get killed and you think it's a joke.

Marquis Laveaux: Griffin, you're not going to get killed. We'd never let that happen to you.

Gideon Blackwell: Well of course not you Prince Charming...me on the other hand..weeelll...

Marquis Laveaux: You're not exactly helping you know.

Gideon Blackwell: I was supposed to help?..

Griffin Hawkins: Can we focus here please? I don't like the idea of being used as a decoy for those sick freaks out there.

Gideon Blackwell: Think of it like this Hawkins..to catch a rat, you need a big piece of cheese..

Griffin Hawkins: Uh huh...yeah. So how long until the cat comes to claim the rat?

Marquis Laveaux: We will be very close by. The minute they show their faces, we'll be on them.

Griffin Hawkins: Are you absolutely sure this will work?

Marquis Laveaux: Trust me..

Griffin Hawkins: So...what exactly are you going to do with one of these guys when you catch them?

Gideon Blackwell: You leave that to us.

Soon we came to the park...I got out of the van and waited right in the center, sitting on one of the benches. They remained out of sight as I was waiting for what seemed to be an eternity. My heart was beating fast, not knowing what was going to happen.

Griffin Hawkins: What did I get myself into?

I waited and waited, I was ready to get up and head back to the van..but in the dark I saw a figure. He was dressed in all black as he was coming towards the bench.  I quickly get up, backing away from the man..it was so dark I couldn't see his face.

Griffin Hawkins: Hey pal..you really should keep your distance, I'm warning you.

He continued to walk towards me, pulling out what looks to be a small switchblade. I was ready to defend myself until out of nowhere, the man gets tackled to the ground by Gideon.

Gideon Blackwell: Get the bag!

Marquis shows up, putting what looks to be a long black bag over the man, covering him from his head to his waist. Gideon looks to my direction.

Gideon Blackwell: Is he the only one here?

Griffin Hawkins: Yeah, I've only seen him and that's it.

Gideon Blackwell: Good, lets get him out of here!

He picks the man up who struggles to try and get free. I then grab him and help Marquis rush with him to the van, shoving him in the back as we get in and drive off. Phase 1 was complete...now phase 2 was on...


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~Sometime later~


We then bring in the unfortunate soul to Mausoleum. We load him into the chair. Marquis and Gideon glaring down at him. Gideon takes off the sack, revealing it to be a young man in his early 20s...doesn't even look like he could harm a fly..but he did indeed attack me. Gideon looks down at him.

Gideon Blackwell: You're not dreaming kid...you're actually in a Mausoleum. Course this could be your new home if  you don't spill the beans.

Darren Wilson: Please..please don't kill me...

I don't know why, but I actually felt sympathy for this little maggot. I look over to him, looking down at him.

Griffin Hawkins: Listen junior, this could go in many ways. One..you talk, you tell us what we want to know, and we'll let you go free. Two..you don't talk...and well, my friends here will do things to you that will make you wish you didn't join this little sorority in the first place.

With that, Marquis delivered a hard right punch, sending the young man nearly out of his chair. He then picks him up.

Marquis Laveaux: Now you gonna tell us what we want to hear?

Darren Wilson: Please...I'm just a slave...I know nothing..

Gideon Blackwell: You're not gonna know anything in a minute now talk!

Darren Wilson: I can't..they'll kill me if I even speak about them...

Marquis Laveaux: If you don't speak, we'll kill you.

He roughly shoves him back in the chair.

Griffin Hawkins: Whats your name kid?

Darren Wilson: ...Darren...Darren Wilson..

Griffin Hawkins: Darren..whats a nice guy like you doing getting involved with people like this? Are you aware of the shit they've done in the old days? They've raided villages, killed men..women..children even..all in the name of their master. Do you REALLY believe in this kind of thing?...

He looks to say something, but turns away. Gideon then gives him a hard slap across the face out of nowhere.

Gideon Blackwell: The man asked you a bloody question!

Darren Wilson: I only joined a week ago! I don't really know much of anything I swear!

Marquis then grabbed the young man by the throat, a glint of rage in his eyes. I had never seen him in this state of mind, ever.

Marquis Laveaux: You listen and listen to me now! People are going to die if this cult gets any bigger than it is. People will fall under the ruin of your boss..whoever he is..and every drop of blood will be on YOUR hands! You have a chance to do something decent for once in your miserable life and tell us what you know..the next words better be about the cult, or you're going to be in for the most painful experience in your damn life, now talk!

Darren Wilson: Clancy Foster!

Griffin Hawkins: Who the hell is Clancy Foster?...

Darren Wilson: He's the one who put this together! That's all I know!

Gideon Blackwell: Whats he look like?

Darren Wilson: Short hair...wears a suit..that's all I know...please let me go!

Marquis lets him go.

Marquis Laveaux: Let your boss know that he and his horde are going down..Gideon, get him out of here.

Gideon put the bag back over him as he roughly led him out.

Gideon Blackwell: Right this way good sir!

I could hear him push him back in the van and drive off, leaving me alone with Marquis.

Griffin Hawkins: Well, we got a name.

Marquis Laveaux: Yeah..but we don't know who he is.

Griffin Hawkins: I can always go home and do some digging on the name Clancy Foster..I happen to be pretty handy with a computer.

Marquis Laveaux: When Gideon gets back, we'll give you a lift home.

Griffin Hawkins: I just want this all to be over..

Marquis Laveaux: Don't worry, soon enough it will be...I hope.

I too hoped we could finally put this issue to an end. At least we got a name in all this..but who was he?..after Gideon took me home, I went to bed...wondering what was going to come next.


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Cameras come to the locker room as I sit Indian style, candles lit up around me as I am dressed in black leather pants and a Black Sabbath shirt. I have my head down as I begin to speak.


"It's been said...whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss..the abyss will gaze back into you. For the better part of my career I have fought monsters...inside the ring, and the ones outside the ring in the form of my own demons. I have one on my back right now called doubt..doubt that people believe that I'll ever become a World Champion. But this isn't the first time I have slain this monster...won't be the last. But as I fight this monster, I got another one staring me right in the face in the form of Kedron Williams, one of the most imposing intimidating figures in Sin City Wrestling. He also holds a belt that I used to hold..the Roulette Title. And while this belt is not on the line...it gives me momentum going into Summer XXXtreme, should I be victorious."


I take in the dark surroundings, almost feeling at home.


"It seems we meet again Kedron...I'm sure you remember before. To anyone who's probably forgotten. Kedron was my first opponent back when I returned to Sin City Wrestling. And on that night I was victorious. But how long has it been since then? Over a Year? A lot has happened since then. I went on to have a dominant reign as Roulette Champion, becoming the longest reigning champion in history...and you went on to ironically capture that very title. A lot has changed...while you're looking to be one of the best Roulette Champions of all time, I'm on the road to the World Heavyweight Title..facing whoever is Champion at Summer XXXtreme. But something tells me that you are looking to even the score to 1 and 1...and its possible you can. Because I know for a fact that you are a formidable opponent. I've been in the ring with you and you brought it. You've come really far since we've last faced off, holding the second most important title in SCW..a title I have held and defended. I wish you good luck on your reign..but on this night, it's not about the title. It's about which one of us has momentum going into Summer XXXtreme."


I remain in the circle...not even moving.


"There is one thing you have done that I never did Kedron..and that is beat Jack Russow for that very title. And like you I am disappointed in him. For a man who claims he took the torch from me, he sure bailed on the company really fast the minute he lost that title to you on his first ever defense. But here's the thing Kedron...I'm not Jack. I'm not some overgrown man child with daddy issues who needs his 500 brothers and sisters to prop him up. I'm not some whiny little kid who is doing promos while being screamed at by his Mother. What I am is someone who's going to lay everything on the table. Someone to give you the challenge that you have been looking for."


Kedron was an odd fellow, but he knew his shit. I had already shared the ring with him before and he was someone I somehow managed to defeat.


"See, the King..or whatever he is booked us in a match and all he did was bury us in the preview saying we're the King of Silly Shit or whatever it is he thought was funny at the time. He may not see this as a big a match..but I do. For I am in the ring with a man who has indeed stepped up his game and is looking to defend his title against all comers. And while I would find it cool to beat the current Roulette Champion, I got no desires for your gold. But I fight every match like its the most important match of my career..and I can't afford to sleep on you in my road to the World Title. So while I consider you a friend..sorta...I have to do what I have to do by going through you."


I clench my fists..not knowing or not what the outcome will be.


"Weeks ago you asked...why do people chase Championships? What is the importance of a title? Why do people kill eachother in that ring just to go home with a title in their arms? Well..I'll answer that. The belt you hold...has history attached to it. Many greats have held that very...trinket...as you call it. I'm not talking about just me, I'm talking about men such as Goth...Drake Green...J2H..Thatcher..Lord Raab...even your very own comrade Ben Jordan. They all had desires of going for that title, and anytime they won it..they fought to defend it against anybody and everybody who wanted an opportunity. Do you have that same desire Kedron? What if this was a title match..would you take it seriously knowing that everything you have worked for hangs in the balance? Time will tell if you'll make a good champion..but until that happens, I'm fighting this match..knowing that I'm in the ring with a Champion."


I slowly rise up, standing on my feet.


"While it is nice that you have a soul...many wonder if your killer instinct is still there? Does the flame still burn bright within you? Mine has never faded whatsoever. And with an opponent like you...I look very forward to testing my skills against you once again to see if you have learned from your last battle. You are indeed an intimidating sight Mr.Williams. You come from a place of darkness, a place many mortal men fear to tread. But I am someone who has risen up from his own personal darkness...and in that time I have learned to fight my fear. I have seen the demon's face..I have heard of her death place. I fall down on my knees in praise of the horrible things that took her away. A long time ago I got a wake up call to fight...or it would be me in her place, dead from addictions. The battle is coming Kedron...and I am ready."


I step through the candles.


"You were my first opponent back...and now once again I have to destroy you with my own hands. I know for a fact that you'll make a much better champion than the previous owner who held that very title...but you are standing in the way of me and immortality. Your friend holds the most important belt that everyone in our locker room would give our right arm for...and crushing his brother in arms would indeed be a great way to send him a message. But don't think I am overlooking you just because I hold a victory over you Kedron..because I take you VERY seriously...every man in that locker room is a threat to me...I may meet the same people when I become World Champion..maybe we will meet a third time one day...but on this day....somebody's gonna get.......Gothed."


I give a wink to the camera and walk past the cameras, leaving the locker room as they turn off everything.

  The last thing I want is to be woken up in the middle of the night. I hate being woken up for any reason whatsoever. If I don't get my beauty sleep...I'm not exactly fun to deal with. You'd think that would be enough for people to leave me be..

...not all people.

Me and Taylor are asleep, 2:00 in the morning...my arm is around her as she's in deep sleep. Just then...my slumber is interrupted by my ringtone to the sound of "Enter Sandman". I look over and see my cell phone is ringing, not even looking at the caller ID, I answer in between yawning.

Griffin Hawkins: Yeah?....

Marquis Laveaux: Hey...you awake?

Griffin Hawkins: I am now, thanks to you...can't this wait till tomorrow?

Marquis Laveaux: I can't wait till tomorrow, I need a place for you to meet me...

Griffin Hawkins: Why can't I just come to your house?...

Marquis Laveaux: I almost feel like someone is watching..that's why I want us to meet at a place where no one can see us.

Griffin Hawkins: Fine..meet me at Grand Park..you know where that is right?

Marquis Laveaux: Yeah I do..make sure you're not being followed...I'll see you here in about 20 minutes..

I really didn't like the sound of this. Why did he want to meet me in the middle of the night? And what did he mean about being watched? I got in my car and drove to the park. It is so dark there with nobody playing...I really hated this feeling. As I sent at the bench I kept looking at my watch...he said 20 minutes and its going well over. I really want to go home and go back to sleep..but I couldn't just blow Marquis off just like that. I then feel a tap on my shoulder.

Marquis Laveaux: Hey...

I immediately get startled, nearly falling off the bench.

Griffin Hawkins: Jesus! You scared the shit out of me!

Marquis Laveaux: Sorry about that...

Griffin Hawkins: What took you so long?

Marquis Laveaux: I had to take the long way....make sure that I wasn't being followed.

Griffin Hawkins: Followed by who?

Marquis Laveaux: I don't know by who...but I think they might be members of the cult of blood...lost members.

Griffin Hawkins: What did they look like?

Marquis Laveaux: A couple of guys dressed in all black. They think I don't see them but I do, just observing me from afar.

Griffin Hawkins: So..why have you asked me to come here?

Marquis Laveaux: I need that meeting with Kedron to happen as soon as possible. I don't know if I can give up the book...but the same people who are after me..may be after him.

Griffin Hawkins: Dude..he is gonna want that book back. That guy does not like hearing the word no.

Marquis Laveaux: I realize that, but whether he likes it or not, me and him are on the same side.

Griffin Hawkins: Fine..I'll get in contract with him...but what are the chances these guys come after me?

Marquis Laveaux: Well as far as I can tell, they don't know who you are yet. But if you see anything out of the ordinary, let me know.

Griffin Hawkins: Okay...I'll talk to Kedron...but I hope you understand that I don't want to be in the same place as the both of you.

Marquis Laveaux: Thanks..in the meantime watch yourself. You never know if you'll be followed or not.

Griffin Hawkins: I really hope that doesn't happen, I got enough in my life to worry about. So..can I go home now?

Marquis Laveaux: Yeah..you have a good night.

Griffin Hawkins: Thanks..

He walks off as I go back to my car and drive off. I'll admit..I am a little bit worried about being watched now, I just hoped that this situation comes to an end soon...

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Days later I arrived at the Staggs Dungeon in Vegas. Normally I would've gone to the hotel and rested until then, but I figure I think on things for a while. I go to the ring and think on things...what to do today..and where to go from here. I then hear a familiar voice come from the entrance to the arena.

"Hey? Bad time?"

I turn and see its Geoff Matthens, my image consultant.

Griffin Hawkins: Nah, not really, come on in...make yourself at home.

He climbs through the ropes, getting into the ring as I lean on the ropes.

Geoff Matthens: So..this is what it's like to be in the ring...

Griffin Hawkins: Imagine how it is being slammed against it...I wouldn't recommend it for you.

Geoff Matthens: I think I'll just stick to watching things from the sidelines...

Griffin Hawkins: So...what brings you here?

Geoff Matthens: Just thought I'd check up on you. There were a lot of rumors going around after the last Supercard that you were gonna retire...I was relieved to see that you were still gonna be here.

Griffin Hawkins: Come on bro..you would've found some other client, there are many guys and girls on the roster who you could represent.

Geoff Matthens: Yeah but...

Griffin Hawkins: But what?..

Geoff Mattens: Look..if you tell anyone this, I'll deny it. If you went...it just wouldn't be the same without you. I'd..well...miss you.

Griffin Hawkins: ...you'd really miss me?

Geoff Matthens: Look, I said it alright? Don't ruin this by being mushy.

Griffin Hawkins: Okay okay..anyways, I'm facing Jake Raab once again.

Geoff Matthens: I hope you're not taking him lightly.

Griffin Hawkins: I'm not taking him lightly, I don't take anyone lightly.

Geoff Matthens: Good, because that kid is hungry.

Griffin Hawkins: Then get him a sandwich..

Geoff Matthens: Griffin this is serious. This guy wants to be Champion, he wants to make a name for himself by knocking you off on his road to facing Fenris in a MMA match.

Griffin Hawkins: I'm taking this seriously...I know for a fact that you can't sleep on a man like Jake Raab. I'm facing Kristopher Ryans and I need momentum going in...I gotta take him on and beat him to show that I am still the best.

Geoff Matthens: Kristopher may be watching...so we'll see what happens.

Griffin Hawkins: Geoff..I'm wondering.

Geoff Matthens: Yeah?..

Griffin Hawkins: Am I taking too big a risk going for the World Title?

Geoff Matthens: Yeah...this is a risk. But in the end it may pay off. See, you are indeed one of the most popular wrestlers in Sin City today. The fans at home want to see you become World Champion one day. But at the same time, people like Jake Raab want that accolade. People like Jake Raab want to show the world why its him that people should be seeing..not you.

Griffin Hawkins: So what you're saying is, by knocking him off...it would bring me one step closer?

Geoff Matthens: Well, not exactly...but a win in that column will get you in the right direction as you head into your match with Kris. But you have to beat Raab.

Griffin Hawkins: Gotcha. He won't know what's coming.

We continue talking about the match. He was right, I couldn't look past Raab, I had to win at all costs.



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Cameras come to the weight room of the Stags Dungeon. I have my hands in my pocket as I look out the window. Knowing the camera crew is present, I begin to speak.

"What a difference a year makes...last year at this time I was Roulette Champion...fighting all comers. It didn't matter who it was...whether it was Alex Jones, Bill Barnhart, Mark Cross...I fought them all. Fast forward a year later, and now I want to become the World Heavyweight Champion. I made a promise that before my time is done in this company that I would be World Champion..and then Kristopher Ryans challenges me to a match at Into The Void.
I already made one former World Champion tap out in the middle of the ring...and now I face another. But before all that...I have to go through an old foe in the form of Jake Raab, someone who I've been in the ring with twice....he got one victory over me....and I got one right back. Now comes the rubber match...which one of us will be the one who lays down the tie breaker?.."

I slowly turn to the camera, revealing myself for the first time.

"Jake Raab....we meet again. It seems like we're destined to do this forever. A year has passed for both of us...I had the greatest Roulette Title reign in history....while you.....well, what have you done in a year? In the time you've been here..you've had chances for the Roulette Title..the Internet Title...the World Title...and even the mixed tag titles....have you succeeded in any of those endeavors? No you haven't. Right now you're at the same place you were last year, just sitting there...nothing happening, just waiting for the next opportunity that comes around. Seems that you're always a bridesmaid but never a bride. Which brings us to now. You probably think that I've lost a step since I lost the Roulette Title to Jack Russow....well, if you have been watching me lately...that's not the case. So if you're looking to take advantage of me, thinking I've been weakened...I suggest you get new game plan kid. Because just like last time we stepped in the ring together...I'll leave with my hand raised."

Some would say it doesn't mean anything..but it does if I am looking to ride into Into The Void.

"So..judging by the preview of the show...Ben Jordan labeled me and Mercer and Teddy as a couple of bullies..whatever whatever..just because we made some slight digs at Raab on social media. Wow..I had no idea he knew us so well. Also if memory serves me correctly, wasn't Mr.Jordan joining in on us making jokes about Raab months ago? Although he did bring up a good point..what we're doing is borderline bullying, and that shit's not cool..I admit that. But this is the same guy who says that Twitter is and I quote..a fucking joke to this business and this site..never mind the fact that Sin City Wrestling's core fans are built on social media. When someone HUGE gets signed to this company..the internet explodes, giving positive feedback to SCW for making a huge coup. If he's gonna say social media is a waste of the business...then he is saying that the fans themselves are a waste in this business. And before he goes on his whiny tirade that...we talk behind his back and blah blah blah...if he has a problem with us, he can either pull up his big boy pants and defend himself on social media like all  do, or he can come find us in the locker room or in the ring and we can settle it face to face instead of going on live TV and whining about what the big bad meanie said to him before his match. But Raab..if you got a problem with me, there's the ring. Show me what you got."

I go over to the weights, Sitting at the bench.

"Here's the thing Raab...I don't hate you. I just feel sorry for you. Jordan went on and on about how trained harder than anyone else. And yeah maybe you have...but you've got all this training, all this heart, all this desire....but you don't know what the hell to do with it. This is a sport your cousin was in, a sport where he stuck his flag into the ground and now he is going into the Hall of Fame. You could be exactly like that...but what you do? You'd rather focus more on archery. You'd rather focus more on shooting arrows like you're Robin Hood instead of focusing on the one thing that you were supposedly born to do. Yeah..you train hard...but what has it gotten you? Nothing. How could someone who won every MMA Belt known to man in Germany fail in all counts to get even one piece of gold here in SCW? If you want to prove it to yourself that you belong here, rack up some big time victories starting with me. You already did it once...but can you do it again? Because going by how things are for you...I find it unlikely."

I honestly wanted Raab at his best. He was a kid who showed promise, but someone who didn't really have much focus.

"Thing is Jake, you may think that I am looking at this as  a walk in the park, but I am not. Because from here on out...I don't care who I gotta face, I want the World Heavyweight Title. The same title you fell short at during Blaze of Glory. In fact..you get opportunity after opportunity after opportunity for gold more than anyone on the roster, and all you do is piss it all away. Hell, you even went around begging The Bombshell Roster to be your partner so they can do most of the work for you because you failed in every other title chance that came your way. I'm looking to do what you can't..and that's become a champion. I may not be the Roulette Champion anymore, but with or without a title, I am still a force. I am still one of the best in SCW today. And I want to prove it when I go through you."

I slowly get up.

"Now Jake...I'm not gonna be like Mercer...I'm not gonna insult your family or anything like that. I've had people make comments about mine, so I'd be a hypocrite to do the same to you. But I have to ask you Jake...have you REALLY surpassed your cousin Markus Raab? Have you done anything to live up to him? Or are you still trying to escape it. Markus and Konrad...two athletes under the Raab name who've made a name for themselves..you have not really done much to fill their shoes. Sure, every now and then you'll gain a victory here and there...but against a major opponent, you end up choking. You don't have to feel embarassed because I know how it feels to be in the same spot you're in. All I ask is you stop the whining, stop the complaining, and stop caring about social media and focus on me. Because I am coming to win..I am coming to beat you twice. I am coming to pin you 1....2....3."

I begin making my way towards the door.

"You call yourself The Firey Target...well, I'm a target you better hit...because if you miss...you're gonna get rocked."

I turn and walk out the door of the Gym as the camera crew turn off all the equipment.

  I love traveling, I really do..but one of my favorite places to go is Merry Ole England. I was supposed to go with Charles, but he had hotel business to take care of. I figured I'd go alone...but apparently he gave his ticket to my younger sister, Wendi Hawkins.

This was gonna be a long trip.

We walked through the Westgate Gardens, looking at the river and the flower beds that are spread around us.

Wendi Hawkins: Wow will you look at this place? its beautiful!

Griffin Hawkins: Yeah its....nice....

I wasn't exactly enthusiastic about my sister being here instead of Charles..I think she knew that.

Wendi Hawkins: Come on, don't be a stick in the mud, I know you and Charles had this planned, but he couldn't make it. Besides, when was the last time we spent time with each other?

Griffin Hawkins: Look, sis..it's not that I don't want to spend time with you..its just that me and Charles had things planned..you know...guy stuff...

Wendi Hawkins: You guys could do that any time, it's not like you're joined at the hip. Besides, being here can help you prepare for your World Title Match.

Griffin Hawkins: ...you've been watching me?

Wendi Hawkins: Um, hello? Of course I've been watching you. You may be a goof at times but that doesn't mean I won't watch and support you.

That..kind of made me feel better.

Griffin Hawkins: So...what do you think my odds are against Jordan?

Wendi Hawkins: Well you never struck me as a Basketball person..but he's retired and you'll definitely beat him..

Griffin Hawkins: Actually he's...

Wendi Hawkins: I'm kidding! God you are so easy...seriously though Ben Jordan, he's a tough one to beat, but if you try hard enough, you just might beat him.

Griffin Hawkins: It's kinda hard to prepare for someone like this, not sure I know how.

Wendi Hawkins: Well look around you, there is a LOT to do here to help you prepare for..you just gotta think big.

Griffin Hawkins: Oh like..hitting the gym?

Wendi Hawkins: Oh..this is much better...

She brought what looked to be a list.

Wendi Hawkins: This is a list of activities to get you in the right mindset for your title match. And at the same time..you'll have a little fun!

Griffin Hawkins: I dunno about this..

Wendi Hawkins: Come on..live a little! What do you got to lose?

And so...our adventure began. Our first stop...the links. We attended Broome Park Golf Club, an 18 hole field...I didn't understand how this was going to work.

Griffin Hawkins: ..Uhh, I'm not the golf type Wendi....how is this going to help me in my match against Jordan?

Wendi Hawkins: Concentration is key. Ben Jordan is World Champion for a reason, you have to focus on him..and only him...this is getting you ready mentally for him. Just close your eyes, take a deep breath..and hit the ball.

I did what she said, closing my eyes, thinking on nothing but Ben Jordan....I swing the Club.....accidentally letting go as it goes flying...onto the windshield of someone's new car.

Griffin Hawkins: .....oops?

Wendi Hawkins: I guess I should've told you to open your eyes at some point..

I try again, this time I actually hit the ball....only it takes out a nearby golfer, knocking him unconscious. Wendi looks...awkward.

Wendi Hawkins: Well..maybe your match will be a no holds barred match...

Griffin Hawkins: You know what? Let's try something else...

We quickly put down the clubs and run off. We then decide to do something else..we make our way to the Westgate Towers Museum where many are looking around. I look around on the outside, looking at the tall buildings around us.

Griffin Hawkins: Whoa..look at this place..

Wendi Hawkins: This is the Westgate Towers Museum. The biggest Medieval Gateway in England today.

Griffin Hawkins: Whoa...let's go in and look around.

Wendi Hawkins: Oh yeah, this has deep history.

I look at all the exhibits of all the knights, every last one of them who fought bravely in battle..their armor and weapons on display.

Griffin Hawkins: So much wars must've gone on here..

Wendi Hawkins: They have...and they are on display  right here.

This all reminds me of facing Jordan...that itself is going to be a war.

Griffin Hawkins: Maybe my match with Ben Jordan will be an exhibit here someday..

Wendi Hawkins: Hopefully with the World Title..

I then notice what looks to be a bear trap like weapon behind a glass case.

Griffin Hawkins: Maybe they'll let me use this.

Wendi Hawkins: I think the referee will disqualify you.

After that, we walk around for a while seeing all the sights. We stop by what looks to be a huge church..the Canterbury Cathedral.

Griffin Hawkins: Wendi..can I stop in here for a second?...alone?

Wendi Hawkins: Sure. Go on in..

I walk in, the huge hollowed halls of the Church is awe inspiring. I can almost feel the presence of the ones passed on centuries before as I walk by. I walk past Becket's crown, going towards the altar. I slowly get down in my knees in prayer.

Griffin Hawkins: Lord...it's me...Griffin Hawkins...I hope I'm not disturbing you at this hour of the day. I didn't want to tell Wendi this but, there may be some doubt creeping up in me about this major match between me and Ben Jordan. I honestly don't know what I'm asking for here..I just want to be happy...I just want to be confident...I don't want to let her down. I have a lot in life, a beautiful wife, beautiful children, respect from my peers...but it always felt like something was missing and I don't know what it is. I know at times I didn't live up to your expectations of me..but I just want the strength to fight, to show that win or lose..I will do the right thing by my family that I love so much. I'm tired of doubting myself all the time, I just want the strength to fight. I want to do this not just for my sister, but for Taylor, Braden, Bryce..and Sophie. Thank you for listening to me.

I slowly get up, turning for the door...then I stop and see Wendi standing there in the isle, smiling at me. It's obvious she was listening the whole time.

Griffin Hawkins: Wendi, I...

She says nothing and hugs me.

Wendi Hawkins: Just go out there and fight...you're gonna do great.

It felt good knowing no matter what, she would always believe in me. Together we both leave the Church happy. If I'm gonna do this..it's gonna be for her.


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That night in my hotel room, I began to dream a very vivid dream. Once again I saw myself...or I think was myself, on the battlefield in England. On my horse, I led my troops into battle as the moon rose above us. One of the soldiers beside me was waiting on horseback, he must've been one of my generals.

Titus McClane: Sir....it is quiet...too quiet. I don't like this at all.

I look to him, my hand clutching my sword.

Trevor Hawkins: I don't blame you Titus...silence is bad, for it is the calm before the storm. We cannot fail..not in the name of our lord.

Titus McClane: Yes...and with hope, we'll see another sunrise.

I then hear one of the soldier's speak.

"Look! Up ahead!"

In the distance..far from us, I saw what looked to be hooded druids in red robes, carrying torches, chanting strange languages...if that wasn't bad enough, we saw people on horseback, if you could call them that. They looked to be skeletons in armor as they were riding forward, their swords and shields drawn in the air.

Titus McClane: It's Dreighton's army! They've arrived!

We saw them charge forward...the undead shrieking like banshees as they marched on horseback towards us. I...or...I guess my past self drew the sword out, shouting a battle cry.

Trevor Hawkins: God and my right!

We all march through, meeting the enemy as we all drew our swords. It was indeed a vicious battle, all of us drawing our weapons...swords, spears, shields, whatever we could use was used to fight the undead horde. I watched as I took my sword and cut right through one of the skeletal warriors..hitting him in the ribs and cutting him in half.

Trevor Hawkins: Die you unholy imp!

I was fighting the men them the best I could, some of my men were having trouble fighting off the warriors..a few of them were impaled by swords, burned with torches. But our second line of defense came in in the form of bow and arrows. The archers fired off flame tipped arrows, striking the enemy as they fell off their horses. The battle raged on for hours...but we survived albeit a few of our men slaughtered in battle. A wounded Titus came by my side, half his face bloody, but he can still stand.

Titus McClane: In the name of our lord, we are victorious...

I pull him up, helping him to his feet.

Trevor Hawkins: We did it...

Titus McClane: And now...we return home in triumph!

What remained of us got on our horses and rode back. But as we made it back to the castle..there were many servants standing around. I see what looks to be a fallen woman at the throne, looking like Taylor, only with red hair.

Trevor Hawkins: Elizabeth...no!

I rush over, going over to the fallen body of what appears to be the love of my life at the time, my wife. Like Snow White,  she was beautiful...even in death.

Trevor Hawkins: No....No...

I hold her lifeless body in my arms. One of the servants look to me.

Ishmael: My lord...I am sorry..

Trevor Hawkins: Who did this?! Tell me now!

Ishmael: We don't know my liege! She was just found like this...

With a rage in my eyes...I know the answer....Marquis.

Trevor Hawkins: That battle...was just a distraction.....I'm a fool...

Ishmael: What's to be done sir?...

I look down...not even looking at him.

Griffin Hawkins: I will find Marquis Laveaux....and I will put him into the ground!

I then wake up...I'm back in my hotel room at 3 AM.  It was all nothing more than a dream, but it felt more real than anything. I knew things happened for a reason...but I didn't know why. Marquis had kept this history hidden away from me, and come hell or high water, I will get my answers.


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Cameras go to what looks to be an open field...land all around us as far as the eye can see. I have my back turned to the camera man, dressed in an Iron Maiden T-Shirt and ripped blue jeans.

"The Kingdom of Kent...many great battles have been fought here. So many brave warriors have spilled their blood as they fought the enemy. Some were victorious...others unfortunately died in battle. The lives of the brave souls who fought here will be immortalized. And now centuries later...the stars of Sin City Wrestling will be on this very field as Climax Control brings their brand of warfare to the UK. Many warriors will do battle here..Mark Cross against Jack Russow, Roxi Johnson v.s Christina Rose, and possibly the biggest one of the night...me against the World Heavyweight Champion Ben Jordan...for the World Heavyweight Title. The first ever meeting between two of the elite of SCW...and also my first ever shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. In a battle such as this...I know for sure that I am facing an uphill fight...but if I am to be raising the World Title in the air when its all said and done...it will be worth it."

I slowly turn and face the camera.

"Ben Jordan...you are the man on top of SCW, someone who has won and defended that title against the best in the industry. I must say..you are indeed one of the best World Champions we've had in years...course, last time I was here, our World Title was held by an entitled crybaby bitch who'd often stomp his feet and leave the company whenever things don't go his way. People like Austin James Mercer and you are a breath of fresh air. You mentioned before that you want to give shots to lots of name talent..and included in that was mine. I knew that my time would come, I just didn't know how soon. As long as you hold that title, you are the best athlete in the company today...and you've proven yourself by defeating the likes of Austin James Mercer, Senor Vinnie and Fenris. A lot of them have taken you to your limits..each match I watched, I wondered if I was able to compete against the Cockney King..and now..all questions will be answered."

I know going in, Ben Jordan was going to do everything and anything to keep that title.

"Centuries ago...the Assassination of Thomas Becket took place right here in this very land. Four Knights..Reginald FitzUrse, Hugh de Morville, William de Tracy, and Richard le Breton, were tasked to do away with the man himself. He offered himself as a living sacrifice in the name of the lord as he was taken out of this world. Me...I know all about sacrifices. For if I beat you Ben, I have to make the ultimate sacrifice...the sacrifice for something that I've worked long and hard for in the last year, The Roulette Title. This was a belt that you held yourself, so you know how much this means to the holder. People like Teddy Warren Steele held it for bragging rights, I held it to prove I am the best...but a much bigger prize is on the horizon should I beat you. The World Title is the most important belt in our industry, and if I am to win it, I will be the man on top of the mountain, at the cost of the one title that I have held with honor..like the many brave men who sacrificed their lives on this field, I am willing to make the ultimate sacrifice as I give up the Roulette Belt..denying many deserving stars such as Jack Russow a chance at it, but it is indeed a heavy price to pay to become the King of Sin City Wrestling."

The wind blows through my hair as I continue.

"You are a man of respect in SCW...they call you the Cockney King...but the question is..are you the Cocky King? Because I don't want you to make the mistake of underestimating me like others have. You come off as humble and respectful in your promos and interviews. But how long will that last? See..I've held a title like that before, and I've seen what a title like that can do to people. The one thing I don't want you to become Ben is complacent. I don't want you to be like many kings of the past who have allowed their crown to go to their heads and meet an unfortunate end. I want to believe that you are the man you say you are and you see me as a threat to you and not just another notch in your gun belt. Because I am fighting for my career here and I am willing to fight until my final breath just to have the right to be called the World Heavyweight Champion. If I am to defeat you, i'll shake your hand and thank you for the opportunity. If I am to lose to you...I'll still shake your hand and thank you for the opportunity. But in only one of those scenarios I want to leave with the gold."

I did want to believe Ben wasn't cocky and arrogant like Champions of the past...part of me hoped he'd be the man he comes off as to the media.

"During World War II..10,445 bombs had dropped in Kent, destroying 731 homes and 296 buildings in disrepair. Before it was over, Charles Holden drew up plans to redevelop the city. Like Holden, I was the man who was a feature player on Climax Control. See Ben, you are the Champion...but we've rarely seen you defend it much on national television. The last time you defended it on Climax Control was against Senor Vinnie. Meanwhile I remained on Climax Control defending my title against anybody and everybody who stepped up...even main eventing Climax Control And it didn't matter what match the wheel stopped on...Cage Match..Ladder Match...Street Fight...hell even in lingerie in a pool of mud I defended the gold. Last week I defended it in a Scottish Bar surrounded by people who wanted to take my head off.. And now you show up out of nowhere suddenly deciding you want to defend the title. What happens IF you beat me? Will you be absent from defenses on Climax? Because If I do indeed beat you, I will be here every week defending the title just like I defended the Roulette Title in the last year."

I can feel the battle impending..knowing I'm gonna feel the effects of this match for a long time.

"See Ben, you come from London England..only the hardest blue collar workers come from there. And you are as a tough as they come from the UK...unlike Teddy Warren Steele who runs and hides like a coward when the time comes to fight. That's why I know going in you're gonna give me a hell of a beating. Because you fought hard to get from where you're at from the old days to now in SCW. And that is the kind of fight I want from you..because I knew that one day if I was to fight the World Champion, it'd be a deserving Superstar who is not afraid to take a punch, someone who knows that going up against me is not going to be an easy task. I realize when we fight Ben, it's gonna be a straight up brawl..two of the best fighting for the richest prize in our industry."

I put my hands in my pockets as I look to the camera.

"No one knows who is going to win this Ben. But I think the real winners here are the SCW fans. Every time we go out there we make sure to raise the bar and show why SCW is the best thing going today. And what better way to prove it, then by taking two of the elite in SCW and putting the World Heavyweight Title on the line. I admit...I'll feel bad giving up the Roulette Title if I am to win the gold..if I had it my way I'd be Griffin 2 Belts, but that's not to be. I got nothing to lose and everything to gain. And even if my belt isn't the line, I'll fight like it is..because that's the kind of competitor I am...and I expect no less than you. Many battles took place here on this land..and now centuries later...somebody's gonna get rocked."

I walk off camera as the feed cuts out.

  Usually..I don't travel anywhere that's outside my usual destination to wrestle...but something about this match had me go back to my roots...Mexico.

Back to basics.

Many don't know about this, but I used to wrestle in Mexico under a mask in the beginning of my career. It had been long since I came here, and now I wanted to get back to basics, the Lucha Libre style. But not before I stock up on some supplies. Alice Knight was by my side as we looked around the marketplace at all the cool looking stuff.

Alice Knight: Wow, look at this place! I feel like I'm in Disneyland..only it's in language I don't understand..

Griffin Hawkins: Well, while you're having fun...I wanna get some stuff that'll help me. I'm up against a crazy son of a bitch who's also a Mariachi...this match could turn into a hardcore match for all I know, the card is always subject to change.

Alice Knight: So why didn't you just get some chairs and kendos and all those cool toys?

Griffin Hawkins: That's just what he's expecting...this match could get out of hand, so I need to play his game, he may be big and sadistic, but there's more than one way to skin a cat!

Alice Knight: That..never sounded good to me...

Griffin Hawkins: .....Right, sorry.

Alice Knight: Sooooo...what are we looking for?

Griffin Hawkins: Whatever gives me the advantage.

I can hear the Spanish music playing.

Alice Knight: I love this song!

Griffin Hawkins: Do you know Spanish?..

Alice Knight: Of course I do! They made me take it twice!

Griffin Hawkins: Do you know enough for me to beat Senor Vinnie?

Alice Knight: Not that much...oooh look at that!

We see a firecracker stand..unattended.

Griffin Hawkins: Oh man these are awesome! Gonna need some fireworks for my victory! Perhaps we should take these for A test drive!

Apparently I've underestimated lighting just one...it sets off a chain reaction as ALL of them go off, sparks flying everywhere as practically everyone is looking in our direction. We quickly rush off before we cause more of a scene. I go over to the next stand and see many colored guitars in neon colors.

Griffin Hawkins: Whoa funky! Could use this in the match!

I grab the bright purple guitar, the man up front asks if I would like to purchase it and I do so.

Alice Knight: Are you gonna bash him with it? Or play a song?

Griffin Hawkins: Not sure, on one hand I could go El Kabong on his ass and bash him, course that would get me DQed..on the other hand, we could just jam after..

Alice Knight: Oooh, battle of the bands? I'm down for that.

I then notice a stand that has a Cactus..and then it hits me...this is what I need.

Griffin Hawkins: Now it all makes sense!

I buy the Cactus...Alice looks confused as to why I bought the small little plant.

Alice Knight: Uhh..I don't get it.

Griffin Hawkins: Alice, don't you see? Vinnie has a Cactus he always goes to for advice..perhaps THIS is what I need to help me!

Alice Knight: ...you're gonna talk to a Cactus?

Griffin Hawkins: Yes! And it will answer me back!....hopefully. I think I'll name him...Spike!

Alice Knight: I hope you and Spike will be very happy with one another going into this match.

Griffin Hawkins: Who knows, he may bring his Cactus and it may turn into a Mix Tag!...uhh....inter..species tag.....or something.

We begin to look around some more at this amazing market. As much fun as I am having now..the fun and games would be over soon.


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~Many Years Ago~

In my early days I wasn't this...big star as you think I am. Too many people make claim that I had everything handed to me my entire career. I had to earn what I had...I had to start from the beginning. And I had some very humble beginnings. Not a lot remember this, but I was known as something else before I became The Jukebox Hero...I was a masked luchador known as The Dark Pegasus. A gimmick I created in Japan...using a black mask and a long flowing dark cape. After a year of duty in Japan...I was offered a spot in an indy promotion Mexico.

I would remain there for a few months until I got a shot at none other than Bloodbane 666 for the Cruiserweight Title. After a long hard fought match, I went back to the locker room to rest. Taking off my mask as I drink a bottle of water. I then hear the sound of what looks to be applause..a Spanish wrestler with long black hair and tattoos all over his body. It was El Romeo..self proclaimed ladies man. He smirks as he looks down at me.

El Romeo: Bravo Esse....congratulations.

Griffin Hawkins: Uhh...thanks.

El Romeo: You just won a chance at the Cruiserweight Title..you must feel really proud of yourself.

Griffin Hawkins: Well...yeah.

El Romeo: You know long I have been here? A year....you've only been here for 3 months and you already get a title shot...you must be the bosses new pet project.

I could see the jealousy in him. Clearly..he wasn't happy with me.

Griffin Hawkins: Hey man, I'm sorry you feel that way, but I earned my shot...

El Romeo: You earned it? You run around in some scary looking mask and cape, and suddenly you get handed all these opportunities. I think you be suckin' up amigo.

I could not let this guy push me around.

Griffin Hawkins: Well..maybe if you pulled your head..out of your culo...and actually win some matches instead of blowing your opportunities, it'd be you getting a title shot.

I then see his expression change.

El Romeo: The fuck you think you talkin' to new boy? You think just because you got some stupid Halloween costume, you're some kinda badass who can talk to anyone the way you want? You need to learn some respect.

I honestly didn't feel like fighting, but I wasn't going to take abuse from this jackass.

Griffin Hawkins: Why don't you teach me some respect now?

He then put his hands up, as if he realizes its a bad idea to get in a scuffle with me. As I go to leave, he cheap shots me with a punch, sending me to the floor. I then feel him drag me across the floor by my leg where the exit to my locker room is.

El Romeo: Hope you can go for the title with one leg Esse!

With that, he slams the door right on my leg. It feels like it's been hit with a hammer. He proceeds to do so over and over as I am screaming in pain as he advances on my leg. The referees rush over to break up the carnage...but the damage was already done. I clutched my leg in pain as the officials checked on me, escorting Romeo out of the building. I've never been injured before until that night...my knee was in horrible shape as I'd be out for a number of months. By the time I fully recovered and was ready to come back..the company had folded. I missed out on what would have been my first title. I swore then I would never let someone get over me like that..never again..and now I am feeling that same feeling again...


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Cameras come to me as I sit in front of the taco stand, strumming my guitar to the tune of Cielito Lindo...


"Ay Yi Yi Yi...Canta y no llores!"


I continue to strum as a few of the citizens of Mexico leave me money.


"Mexico...one of the most colorful..awesome places in the world. In my time here, a long time ago I wrestled in this very city...under the name of the Dark Pegasus...I never forgot my matches, the Lucha Libre style helped me become the athlete that I am. Little did I know years later, I face a man from this city...not a lucha..but a hardcore maniac who enjoys dismembering people...Senor Vinnie, former World Champion, looking to climb back up the ladder to get another shot at the gold. Meanwhile I'm looking to prove to Levitt once and for all that I earned my title, and my victory over him was no fluke at all. But before that happens, I gotta lock horns with one of the most dangerous athletes in SCW, today. But I will have support, right Spike?!"


"Spike"...says nothing..maybe he's shy.


"...Clearly he's supporting me in silence. Vinnie, man, this match is gonna be interesting. Last time we were in the ring together, it was a Six Person Tag as I reunited with my comrades in Team Hero against you and the Punk and Metal connection. We didn't really get a lot of ringtime together, but now...it's just us, one on one. Truth being Vinnie, I respect you, I respect everything you've done here in SCW. Winning the World Title is not an easy task..something that I haven't even accomplished for myself yet. Which is why a victory over you would mean a lot...probably a lot more than a victory over Levitt. As much as we respect each other...I'm coming to win."


He really had a lot to prove...so did I.


"You've been here quite a while Vinnie. You've built a reputation for yourself. One where you stood at the top of the mountain of SCW. Not to mention your hardcore nature..your willingness to destroy yourself just to get that win. Thing is...I am not afraid of your reputation. I know what you could do to me, I seen your rap sheet..you got a list of victims a mile long. I'm a chill guy...I don't go looking for trouble, but if you push me, it gets ugly REAL fast...but I want you to push me. Because I want this to be a match that people are gonna be talking about for decades to come. I know how bad you want to be champion again...and a victory over the current Roulette Champion just might be the one thing you need to get back into contention for the World Title. But what would a victory over you mean to me?..."


I continue to strum my new guitar as Spike stands guard.


"You see Vinnie, you've been at the top. You've been World Champion, something that I have yet to accomplish here. You're looking to reclaim what was lost...while I am looking to claim what I never got a chance to fight for. I come from the streets like you...just different locations, I know what it's like to fight for what you want...you've already been at the mountain top, you've already been the face of the company. Unlike Alex Jones...I respect you and what you've done. A victory over you would mean a lot, something almost bigger than beating Travis Levitt himself. And while the Roulette Title isn't on the line, I am not going to take it easy. I take you very seriously..I take EVERY match seriously. I consider you a friend and ally...but once that bell rings, I am coming at you with the tenacity of a Superbeast."


He was definitely a great challenge that I had to overcome.


"Do you know why many don't like us Vinnie? It's because they are jealous. They see us both in our perspective top spots....getting the glory that they wish they had. I have Travis Levitt saying I've been protected since I won the title, I got Alex Jones saying that I haven't elevated it enough. People are coming at you saying you lost a step, that you're not the great Champion you were months ago...we both got some critics to silence. But I am looking to prove once more why I am the premiere athlete on Climax Control. Who knows...if I were to beat you...it would get me in line for a shot at the World Heavyweight Title down the line against whomever may be champion...the possibilities are endless..but that doesn't mean I am taking you lightly."


More people throw me money...maybe I could be a street performer.


"Can I beat you Senor Vinnie? I don't know. We've never truly been one on one before...but I have been in the ring with a who's who of giants in SCW and other promotions. But am I roping you with them? No...because unlike them you have spirit, you rely on more than strength. But as history has proven, you can be beaten. Ben Jordan has proved you can be hurt..and you can be defeated when he took your title. Right now..you must be feeling vulnerable. You're trying to hold on to what you are..believing you're not the man you were since losing your gold...as much as I hate to do so...I am coming to take full advantage of your vulnerability.."


I felt that I may have caught Vinnie at his worst..this could work out.


"Weeks ago you were talking about your legacy..asking yourself if you can be the man you've been the last few months, allowing the opinions of others who say that you're a has been get to you...people who think that you're no longer THE man. In my opinion you still are the athlete you are...and in time you'll get your opportunity at the World Title....but I am not gonna let you do that at my expense. Because I too have something to prove...to anyone who doesn't think that I don't got what it takes to one day win the World Title...I want to prove them wrong by beating a former World Champion."


I slowly rise up, picking up Spike.


"The stage is set Vinnie...you and me one on one. As a friend, I wish you luck. I know how competitive you can be...but you're gonna have to bring everything you can if you're gonna walk in and walk out victorious. You know a victory over me would up your stock, and one over you would up mine. With two of Climax Control's top athletes in that ring, it's anyone's ballgame. While I wish we could both be winners...it's not possible. Just like The Highlander...there can be only one. The time is almost here....come Sunday... Te vas a mecer."

I take my guitar and Spike and leave the area as the camera crew close things out.

  ~Last Week~

Usually away from the ring, I like time to myself. One of the many things I do every so often is Church. Me and my family end up going bright and early on Sunday. Just hours before my scheduled appearance on Climax Control where I was scheduled to talk about where to go from here, we went to Church. This week, Charles decided to come with us. My wife Taylor and our kids Bryce, Braden, and Sophie were in our pews...but Charles was late. I was hoping I'd have a nice quiet service with the family..without him. Then suddenly my dreams were dashed when he made himself over to the pews, whispering to me as he saw the empty spot by me.

Charles Hawkins: Hey...this seat taken?

I just roll my eyes.

Griffin Hawkins: No, I'm waiting for the Pope.

He gets my sarcasm and takes his seat...now I'm wishing it was the pope here so he wouldn't have to sit with me.

Charles Hawkins: Sorry I'm late...kinda overslept...been a while since I gone to Church..

Griffin Hawkins: With the hell you put me through as a child..you need church..

Charles Hawkins: Are you still mad because I locked you in the porta john with an angry goat?..

Griffin Hawkins: ...I thought I told you never to bring that up again.

Charles Hawkins: ...sorry.

Griffin Hawkins: Let's just get through this service, alright?

Charles Hawkins: Right..

We then sit quietly as I hope that this service is going to go interrupted. But then he whispers.

Charles Hawkins: So who are you facing next week?..

Griffin Hawkins: ....the Good Sheperds..s

Charles Hawkins: Are you kidding me? Wow...you must have a lot of heavy confessing to do for this..

Griffin Hawkins: This isn't some kind of punishment...I'm being teamed with Mark Cross..the guy I'm facing for the title..

Charles Hawkins: Wow...God must hate you...

Griffin Hawkins: Actually it was the bosses idea..

Charles Hawkins: Alright..then the bosses hate you..

Griffin Hawkins: Look, they just want to build interest for our match..two guys who are gonna tear the house down teaming up for the first time ever.

Charles Hawkins: Against some weird god fearing cult? That should be interesting..

Griffin Hawkins: We'll be fine...okay?

Charles Hawkins: Fine, but do you know what you're getting into with these guys?..you both better watch it..

Griffin Hawkins: ..We will deal with this later, right now I want to enjoy our time here. No more interruptions, got it?

He nods and lets me sit and enjoy the sermon. Though he was right about one thing...I could trust Mark, but the guys I'm up against...this was no cakewalk. We had to work together if we want to survive this...would one of us even make it to December 2 Dismember?...


~Present Day~

I really am not a fan of funerals....events like that are really depressing. It's even worse when it's someone you love that's in that coffin. But for this occasion, I had to go in support of a friend. Alice Knight's great aunt Ruth had passed away and she needed a friend for moral support. I met up with her at the funeral home, prepared for the final burial. Alice had a black dress on as she met me at the door.

Griffin Hawkins: Hey...

Alice Knight: Heya..

We hug for a moment..I had a feeling she was torn up on the inside.

Griffin Hawkins: I'm really sorry about your Aunt...I'm sure she was close to you.

Alice Knight: Well..not really...

Griffin Hawkins: What do you mean?...

Alice Knight: I didn't know I had an Aunt Ruth..until now. I just found out she died and listed me as a next of kin...I figure I might as well go.

Griffin Hawkins: I see...and how did she die?

Alice Knight: Well..at the Senior Citizens center, she was leading a game of Simon Says...then she just dropped from a heart attack and fell to the floor. Everyone else decided to follow her cue and they fell to the floor..

I couldn't help but laugh...even though that's grim, that's the funniest damn thing I've ever heard.

Alice Knight: Griffin! It's not funny! When the paramedics got there, they thought that 15 people had died!

That only made me laugh even harder..but I had to maintain my composure..this is a funeral after all.

Griffin Hawkins: I'm sorry...I don't mean to be disrespectful...

Alice Knight: It's alright...although it does sound pretty funny...

Griffin Hawkins: Anyways...this isn't the first holy thing I gotta deal with. I gotta face The Good Shepherds with Mark Cross..

Alice Knight: Those crazy religious guys?...don't they hate rock music?

Griffin Hawkins: I'm...not sure. But I could use some guidance...

Alice Knight: Well..you could always ask Aunt Ruth...even though she's no longer with us, maybe her spirit will come to you.

I wasn't sure how that'd work...but here goes nothing. I go up to her as she is lying in her coffin. I take a deep breath.

Griffin Hawkins: Hi...Miss Ruth...you may not know me, but I am a friend of your niece Alice...my name is Griffin. See, I am facing a group of guys who always worship the lord..and I worry that I may go to hell for what I'm about to do to them....not to say you're probably going to hell yourself, I'm sure you'll be good wherever you go. But I take my faith very seriously, and I don't want to do something unforgivable..

I then feel something fall out of the pocket of my jacket...my cell phone. It falls right in the coffin..right in the top of her dress.

Griffin Hawkins: .....oh fuck me...

This was bad. I quickly rush over to Alice who's expecting me to be happy.

Alice Knight: Soooo..how'd it go?..

Griffin Hawkins: Well..my phone may have...slipped into her dress..

Alice Knight: ....Oh my G-!

I quickly put my hand over her mouth.

Griffin Hawkins: Shhhhhhhh! You wanna cause a scene?!

Alice Knight: ..Griffin, you can't go after it...just call an undertaker..

Griffin Hawkins: No..THAT will cause a scene. Just keep the others distracted as I get my phone back..

She covers for me me as I reach in the dress...oh God this is terrible...I'm technically grave robbing a corpse...I try and get a leg up, practically lying on it as I finally find the phone..but the table with the coffin can't support our weight as it snaps, falling with both of us to the floor..with me landing on top of her as the crowd is aghast. I look and see the shock on their faces.

Griffin Hawkins: Uh...oops?....

Some of them are shouting at me as Alice takes my hand and leads me out of the funeral home, we rush into my car and drive off.

Griffin Hawkins: ...I am so going to hell for this....

Alice Knight: At least my aunt will forgive you....hopefully..

That did not go as well as I hoped...I just hope the good lord doesn't decide to punish me for this..and what I may also do come Sunday...



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Alice turns on her video camera as I sit on the top of the steps at my local Church with my trademark leather jacket worn as usual. I crack the knuckles on my fingerless gloved hands before speaking to the camera man.


"In life...we always believe that there is a higher power watching over us...guiding us. Some of us pray to the Lord, asking for guidance. Wondering what do we do next? Sometimes we get an answer...sometimes we don't. But we get up every day...with hope in our hearts that we will get through our problems. But while there is a God...there are others who believe they are living vicariously through him or her. Those are what's called....charlatans...phonies...some are even called cults. There's one like this in every place you go....and unfortunately there is one like that here in SCW. A plague of evil is above us...and it has the audacity to call themselves The Good Shepards."


I lean my head back a little before continuing.


"If there is one thing that I have always dealt with in my career...it's false prophets...wolves in sheep's clothing. That's who the leader Father Gerald Shepard is...as he is leading these lambs into the slaughter. For they are facing the unlikely team of me...and my future opponent for the Roulette Title, Mark Cross. Now I'm sure you boys probably think that just because we're set to face one another at December 2 Dismember for the title, that we don't trust each other. You couldn't be anymore wrong. Because I trust Mark Cross...he came to me face to face like a man and told me that he wants a shot at the title, a belt that he deserves a chance at..and I accepted. We both agree that we need to worry about the match later and focus on beating the holy bejeezus out of the two of you."


I knew these boys would be tough...both of them wanting to make a name for themselves.


"Boys...I gotta know...what exactly have you accomplished lately? Nothing. Sure you've had a few good matches under your belts, but where is the gold? Father Gerald has done nothing but lead his flock into mediocrity ever since he slimed his way into SCW..what rewards have you reaped? Oh that's right..you guys are kicking ass for the lord right? That's all fine and dandy. But you are going up against two of the mainstays of Sin City. Another disappointing loss is in your future.""


The cold wind blows through my hair...I can feel the cold reception I'll likely get from them.


"What was you said a few months ago Father?....those who need him the most, but have been the great deceivers lies and earthly wealth. I believe it was Matthew 7:15 that said..Beware of false prophets which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves. The group is getting stronger every day..and you're looking to make an example out the both of us...but the problem is, the two of us..even though we have never been a tag team as much as you both have..we both have momentum going in to December 2 Dismember, and we are looking to showcase our abilities and show why our match is gonna be the hottest match on the card, and we are gonna do so...by taking out the both of you."


I put my hands in my pocket as I walk down the stairs.


"But I do wonder...with the ever growing group that you guys got, will it be a real tag match? Or will more come out of the woodwork and try and attack me and Mark? If you're the kinda stand up guys...real men..then you'll deal with us on an even playing field instead of trying to push your boss's twisted agenda in taking over SCW. Because we are both going in and expecting a fight...a straight tag match, are you? Do we pose a threat to you both? Because a victory over us would be a huge feather in your caps. We will be waiting for the two of you to show us what you got."


I look at the moon...looks very good tonight.


"Forgive us Father, for we are about to sin...big time. The Dragon...The Rock Soldier, two cosmic forces who are set to collide for one of the most important titles in SCW are going to team up to take on a bunch of slaves to a cult leader. We've already said our prayers, and we've made peace with what we are about to do. The people came to see a show, they came to see some ass kicking action...and we are just the guys to give it to them. May God have mercy on your souls.....for we won't."


I then turn away and leave as the camera gets turned off by Alice.

 I was so glad that Alice was back in SCW. With her back, it feels as if everything is complete. It was our dream for us to open up our own detective agency. I went out and got everything set up...getting a desk in the arena hallway and a door...no seriously a door. I got it set up a few feet from the desk with the sign, please knock. I begin setting things up on the desk as I hear Charles come up.

Charles Hawkins: ..Wow..so this is your office..

I then look over to him.

Griffin Hawkins: Dude! Have you ever heard of knocking?!

He looks at me as if I am crazy..and then at the door.

Charles Hawkins: Are you serious?...

Griffin Hawkins: As a heart attack! At least show courtesy for God's sake..

Charles Hawkins: ...fine.

He leaves the "Office" and then knocks on the door.

Griffin Hawkins: Come in, it's open!

He opens the door, entering my makeshift office.

Griffin Hawkins: Oh hey bro, I knew you'd come by sooner or later.

Charles Hawkins: Yeah...so this is your office? Where's the rest of it?

Griffin Hawkins: It's everything you see here bro, THIS is where the magic happens. The Detective Agency is officially open.

Charles Hawkins: I wouldn't break out the champagne just yet Griff, you two still got that mixed tag match against Teddy and Kate.

I stop for a second...wishing it didn't have to come to this.

Griffin Hawkins: I really....you know I really thought she was better than that. I feel like such an idiot...

Charles Hawkins: Don't beat yourself up...she fooled a lot of people, that girl is just...nuts.

Griffin Hawkins: At least I won't have to deal with her...Alice has assured me that she'll take care of her while I take care of Teddy.

Charles Hawkins: In speaking of which..Teddy seems to have changed awfully quick..suddenly he wants to put all this behind him..

Griffin Hawkins: Somehow...I don't trust him. You don't do a 180 in the span of a few weeks. This could be one of his tricks in the hopes of playing mind games with me like I did with him..if he wants to do his talking, he can do it in the ring.

Charles Hawkins: What about that rematch though? He is still owed one.

Griffin Hawkins: Anytime he wants another shot at me..he's got it. But I'm not gonna get tricked again...

Charles Hawkins: But are you sure you and Alice can make a good team? Teddy and Kate seem more experienced than this than you do.

Griffin Hawkins: Of course dude, we've been wanting to do this for years and now it's finally happening. What a debut!

Charles Hawkins: Let's just see how things go...

I look over at everything...looking at the walls.

Griffin Hawkins: Hmm..perhaps a water cooler should go there...or a gargoyle fountain that spits blood...

Charles Hawkins: Is this an office or a Slayer video?..

Griffin Hawkins: ....it could be both.

We continue to go over office ideas for the next hour..but in the back of my mind..I was looking forward to teaming with Alice, wondering what kind of team we'll make.

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~Long Ago..~

This wasn't the first time me and Alice were set to team up for a tag match. In another company before SCW, we were slated to team up in our first ever tag team match. I had only known her for a year at that point, but me and her ended up bonding over movies...TV and wrestling. I was on the phone..late to the arena.

Griffin Hawkins: Alice don't worry, I will be there. We got a tag team match and we're gonna give them one hell of a show.

Alice Knight: I just hope you didn't stop for Tim Horton's...

I look over to the box which was sitting in the passenger's side of the car.

Griffin Hawkins: No....no of course not! But I am on my way. Just wait for me at the employee entrance.

Alice Knight: Alright..seeya soon!

Griffin Hawkins: Be ready!

I hang up the phone, focusing on the road...not seeing the oncoming drunk driver from the side...

I didn't even see him coming...but I felt a crash, as if everything went black. I didn't know what had happened...in between waking up..and passing out, I see paramedics standing over me as I am loaded into what looks to be an ambulance. All I could think about was Alice...and my brother and sister and the rest of my family that I might never see again..

After what seems like an eternity...I wake up...looking up at a familiar face looking down at me.

Griffin Hawkins: ....Alice?...

Alice Knight: Hey...

I didn't even know where I was.

Griffin Hawkins: ...What the hell happened?..

Alice Knight: You were in an accident..they say you have some bruises and you broke your arm..

I look over to my arm that has a cast over it.

Griffin Hawkins: Oh man...that's my guitar playing arm...

Alice Knight: At least you're okay..you got lucky.

Griffin Hawkins: ....Alice...I'm sorry...I know you were looking forward to this match and...

Alice Knight: Shh Shh Shh...I don't care about the Tag Match, I care about you...all I could think about is if you were gonna make it or not..

Griffin Hawkins: ...I just feel like an idiot for ruining our big chance..

Alice Knight: It's not your fault..the driver was drunk, wasn't looking where he was going..he's got it worse than you from what I heard..

Griffin Hawkins: I can only imagine...so..now what?

Alice Knight: We'll have our chance...someday. What matters is you're still here. Just recover and you'll be back in the saddle again..

She was taking this so well..I didn't understand it. She must have really cared for me. She was truly a great friend.

Griffin Hawkins: ...thank you for being here Alice...I swear to you we will have our moment in the sun someday..

Alice Knight: We definitely will..

She sits back down...she had been waiting for me this whole time.

Griffin Hawkins: You really don't have to stay, I'm gonna be fine.

Alice Knight: No way...I'm not gonna leave my best buddy alone. Whatever you go through...I'll be with you.

I couldn't tell her no..it had been a while since someone looked out for me.

Griffin Hawkins: Thanks Alice...you're a damn good friend.

Alice Knight: Sooo...will I get to sign your cast?

Griffin Hawkins: Of course.

We talked for hours until I was released days later, it was then where I found out how deep the friendship between me and Alice was..someday I would return the favor.


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Cameras go to...well, the makeshift office I created. I sit at the desk, my feet kicked up as I pull back on my office chair.

"Anyone who'll tell you, I have accomplished many things in my time here in SCW. I'm a former Internet Champion...and a two time Roulette Champion. But you never hear a lot of things about my exploits in a tag team. Because mainly I'm a singles guy. But this year I have been part of some successful tag matches. One with Roxi and Keira as I officially became the third member of Team Hero..and now, with me and Alice Knight. Alice is someone who I trust more than anything, someone who's willing to go to the ends of the earth with me just to assure that we come back victorious. She was in my corner to keep Kate Steele in line...and now once again she'll be in my corner, only this time as my tag partner as we take on the husband and wife team of Teddy Warren and Kate Steele. This is our chance to rid the SCW of both those clowns once and for all.."

I smile, relaxing back in my chair.

"Did you ever hear the one about the chick name Kate who thought she knew shit..but didn't know shit..and ended up losing and causing two..soon to be three horrible black marks on her legacy?...we just saw that this year. Kate decided that she was going pull the wool over everyone's eyes by putting on a mask and pretending to be Teddy's "Diamond". Seriously Kate..you and Teddy are something else. Universe gives you a sign and you shove your finger right up it's ass. You wanted to get Teddy noticed...so you had him put on makeup..put on heels..leave the Underground and onto the main roster. You wanted him to be a star...you wanted him to be somebody. And to everyone's shock...it worked! Because he managed to get all the eyes of the world on him...when he became the Roulette champion. Meanwhile you played up this facade of Teddy losing his mind...cheating on you as you were begging me day and night to knock some damn sense into him..."

I then clap my hands.

"Bravo Katie...congratulations. You did what was impossible..you guided Teddy to championship gold. But what happened after that Katie?....the minute I made my presence known that I wanted a rematch, you immediately took to social media and told me to stay down, you told me to stay away and leave your husband alone. Why?....because you know for a fact that Teddy can't beat me one on one. That's why you made it your mission to try and take out just about every woman backstage, and Belinda Simone..a retired wrestler who wanted nothing to do but call the action. But the look on your face said it all when you found out the mystery Bombshell in my corner was none other than Alice Knight. Every time you tried to interfere in the match, she was there to stop you..making sure this was a one on one match. You can make up an excuse saying that I'm only champion because of Alice Knight's interference. It's true, she did help..but it was only to keep you out of the match so I can focus on Teddy...and I made good on her help and I beat him for the gold..and now you are gonna be the one who deals with Alice..and believe me...you're not gonna like what she does to you."


Words couldn't express how I felt about Kate.


"Teddy Steele...this is like the third time we meet up. Seems to be like a recurring theme with us. I beat you..you beat me...we're both tied to one win a piece when it comes to the Roulette Title. Which is why suddenly....I'm confused to you wanting to end this war...win or lose. You said on twitter that you want to end this drama and move on, rekindling our friendship. While that sounds nice, I don't trust you, I'll say that right now. Because you and your wife managed to fool everyone into thinking that you were having a marital spat...all so you can get your hands on the Roulette Title. I mean..forgive me if I don't seem so trusting. Like seriously man..I'm not stupid, I can tell when someone is deceiving me."


I reach over and grab the title.


"You see this belt Teddy? I earned it. And as this rivalry comes to an end, history books will say that I regained this belt from you. I out wrestled you...I out smarted you...and I beat you, and that's the truth. If you were to pin me...you would indeed be owed a title match. I already told you the night I won that you are entitled to a rematch..despite you trying to get out of giving me one the night you took this belt from me. But it seems to be different now...the veil has been lifted and you and Kate have been exposed. And now it seems that the entire roster hates you more than ever..and you want to make amends...but you REALLY wanna prove yourself Teddy?"


I lean closer.


"When this match is over...shake my hand. Win or lose...shake my hand. You're trying to turn over a new leaf....trying to move forward and move on...then you'll have no problem shaking my hand when this is all over, admitting to your wrongdoings over the last few months, disrespecting not just me, but the Roulette Title and all it stands for. Because win or lose..you have to prove yourself to me and SCW. Course..I'm not gonna go down without a fight in this mixed tag match. I've already proven that I can beat you, and I am willing to do it again. Even though the title is not on the line, i'm gonna fight as if it is. You and Kate got a lot of proving to do, and me and Alice will be on our game. Sunday...you two are gonna get rocked."


The camera crew leave my "Office". As they turn everything off.

 I always looked forward to this time of the year...family reunion. I get to see everyone from my Mom's side...to my Dad's side, and everyone in between. We all gathered up on a nice brisk day in Windsor Ontario Canada where my brother, my sister, my Mom and my cousins were. I saw Colt and Brandi talking with my wife Taylor, catching up on old times as we were having a big barbecue at my Mom's Summer Home by the beach. Colt was grilling as I got myself a hot dog, looking out at the beach before me made me think on things for a while. I then heard Charles' voice as he came up to me.

Charles Hawkins: Hey, hows it going?

Griffin Hawkins: Good, just enjoying this time with the family. It's been a while since I've actually talked to them..

Charles Hawkins: As long as you never forget them, they'll always be there for you.

I continued to look out at the sea.

Griffin Hawkins: I've been...wondering something.

Charles Hawkins: What's that?

Griffin Hawkins: Am I anything like Jake Raab?

Charles Hawkins: Well I never seen you whine and cry like a baby the minute things go south for you.

Griffin Hawkins: Well not like that..but in a way we are similar. Both trying to make a name for ourselves in our own way. Trying to escape the family shadow..

Charles Hawkins: So...what are you most afraid of?

Griffin Hawkins: I just don't wanna end up like him..I mean look at how crazy its driving him..especially since his Uncle is gonna go in the Hall of Fame. He's struggling to make something of himself, I don't want that to be me.

I then notice Charles let out a laugh.

Charles Hawkins: Bro, are you shitting me? Really? You can never compare yourself to Jake Raab, it's like comparing apples to oranges.

Griffin Hawkins: ....which one am I?

Charles Hawkins: ..just focus here. The old man kicked you out when you were only 18..and he told you not to come back until you've made something of yourself, and look at you now. You're known all over the wrestling world..and you did it without the family. It's Raab who's struggling to get his name out there...so there is no comparison between you two.

Griffin Hawkins: Yeah...I guess it's still kinda stinging me that in the record books, Jake Raab holds a victory over me.

Charles Hawkins: That's why you got the chance to avenge that loss. This has nothing to do with family...this is between you and him. This kid thinks he's better than he really is, but someone like you can bring him down to earth.

Griffin Hawkins: I got no problem doing that...honestly I keep asking myself how in the hell could I lose to him...I could say it was a fluke, but that's not me. Stuff like that never happens.

Charles Hawkins: Forget what happened before and focus on now...and no pressure but the family is gonna be watching...

Griffin Hawkins: That makes me feel so much better...

Charles Hawkins: We'll be proud of you win or lose bro..until then let's just enjoy this time with the family.

I nod and walk back with Charles to join the others. I was happy to be with my family, course there were times when I needed to be there for them more than anything...

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~September 23rd, 2007~

I try and keep my family drama out of the spotlight...but it always seems to find a way to get on the radar. I had finally been wrestling to get away from my family's shadow...looking to get my name out there...I had already won my first title.

...but something happened.

Controversy seemed to have followed my family...and for once I had nothing to do with it. After seeing the media have a field day with what was going on, I decided that I was going to check and see how things were. Course, this was the first time I had ever been back home after being banished from the house.

I had to see my family.

I pulled up on my Motorcycle to the mansion where many of the paparazzi were practically camping out. I get off and head to the front door. I'm practically being mobbed with camera men and reporters asking me questions. I brush past them, not wanting to answer anything.

Griffin Hawkins: Get outta my fucking way!

I probably shouldn't have reacted like that...it's what they wanted. After what seemed like an eternity, I make it to the front door, knocking on it. I hear a female voice inside sounding frustrated.

"For the last time, no comments!"

The woman opened the door and froze when she saw me.

Patricia Hawkins: ....Griffin?....

Griffin Hawkins: ...Hi Mom, can I come in?

She slowly nods, allowing me to come inside. I take off my leather jacket, hanging it on the rack.

Patricia Hawkins: I haven't heard from you in..ages actually.

Griffin Hawkins: Well I've been meaning to come by and see how the family is..sorry it has to be under these circumstances.

Patricia Hawkins: I'm just glad to see a familiar face that's not from TMZ.

I knew I was just stalling..there was no way to beat around the bush.

Griffin Hawkins: I'm....really sorry about Dad.

Patricia Hawkins: It's okay..I'm learning to deal with it...it's a long road ahead.

Griffin Hawkins: How could Dad do this?...like seriously..Embezzling? Did he really think he wasn't gonna get caught?...this is gonna ruin the family business's reputation for sure

Patricia Hawkins: Surprisingly enough, that's not what upsets me..

Griffin Hawkins: What is it?....

She then looks down. I quickly go up to her, taking her hand.

Griffin Hawkins: Mom...tell me.

Patricia Hawkins: ....he was having an affair.

Griffin Hawkins: ...What?

Patricia Hawkins: When the Police picked him up at the restaurant he was with her..

Griffin Hawkins: Who was it? His Secretary?...

Patricia Hawkins: It was a young girl...a 21 year old girl..

I was at loss for words. I had hated Dad for many things..his abusive nature, him not being there for me, even kicking me out of my own home. But I had a reason that trumps them all, him cheating on Mom with some girl who was half his age.

Griffin Hawkins: Mom...I am so sorry...

I can see her heart breaking as she begins crying. I quickly hug her.

Griffin Hawkins: It's gonna be okay Mom..somehow this is gonna work out..

After I let go she tries to maintain her composure.

Patricia Hawkins: I kicked him out of the house...been looking up divorce lawyers.

Griffin Hawkins: That does sound like the right thing to do..

She then takes my hand.

Patricia Hawkins: Griffin...I didn't agree with how your Dad kicked you out of here..in fact I didn't agree with a lot of what he did. Whatever you want to do now...keep doing it..what matters is you're happy doing what you love.

That really meant a lot to me...Mom had always been my big supporter. She needed some happiness in her life.

Griffin Hawkins: ...I will Mom, you don't know how much your support means to me.

Patricia Hawkins: I know for sure that you'll be a better man than your Father is.

I decide to spend the rest of the day with her. I knew then that Family more than ever means the world to me. I didn't have to be part of the family legacy...but I would get my own name out there in my own way.

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I should be in the Islands, preparing for the match. But I decided to go somewhere before I make my trip to the islands...an old place full of memories, the park. The same place where I spent my youth. On this night I come into the shot as the camera man has the light on, following me. I walk over to the swing set, dressed in a leather jacket with a Amon Amarth T-Shirt on underneath and blue ripped jeans. I grab one of the chains holding up the swing and speak.


"Family...the one thing in life that drives people. Something you can't buy, something you can't steal, something you are born with. I used to come here to this park every day with my Mom and Dad..playing on the swings, going down the slide..climbing the monkey bars. Sometimes I'd wonder where I'd be without my family...years later the questions were answered when I was exiled from my home..forced to go my own way. Where would Jake Raab be without his family? Where would he be without his father, his uncle or his 57 other animals who are somehow connected to him? It's true he's had some ups and downs over the last few months, now....we meet up for the 2nd time in a row.."


I go over and sit on the swings.


"I know you're probably still gloating over the fact that you've defeated me the first time we faced off. After you beat me,  you told it to Konrad Raab, you told it to Markus Raab, you told it to Momma Raab, you told it to Daddy Raab,  Uncle Joe Raab with the Glass Eye, Grandpa Jimmy Jack Raab with the Iron Lung, and even Grandma Jezebel Raab with the false teeth and blue hair..you told the whole family. Yeah, you did beat me..but what in the hell have you done since then? Nothing. I went on to have a dominant reign over the summer as Roulette Champion, while you were handed chance after chance after chance that should've gone to more deserving guys and you pissed them all away. When I get opportunities, I make the best of them. When you get opportunities, you blow them. Sure, you'll get one big win..and then of course you'll allow it to go to your head, and what ends up happening? Someone else comes along and beats you and you end up going back to where you started."


I shake my head..almost disappointed.


"You're a great athlete Jake, there's no doubt about that. Anyone who beats me clean in the ring has gotta be worth something. But do you know what your main problem always is? You care WAY too much about what people think of you. Whenever someone on social media, or back in the locker room says at least one negative thing about you..you go on national television and bitch about it. This wrestling kid, this isn't Sesame Street..not everyone is gonna say something nice about you. No one is gonna pat you on the head and tell you..."good job man, keep it up!"..and send you on your way. You have to earn that recognition. If you can't handle someone criticizing you..then get the hell out of our sport. Every member of that locker room including me has had worse shit said about them..but did you see us whine and cry about it? No. We took it in stride and we went on to win championships..the same can't be said for you. If you cared less about what people said about you and more on perfecting your craft, maybe you'd have some gold by now..hell, maybe you would've beaten Ty West. But that's not to be. Nobody here respects you. And do you know why nobody in that locker room respects you Jake? Because whenever something doesn't go your way, or someone says something bad about you, you throw a great big temper tantrum like a child who just got his toys taken away..seriously, my youngest son is more mature than you.  You call yourself "The Firey Target"..probably because you make yourself a target for everyone to mock you endlessly. Course after our match, we're gonna get the mother of all tantrums when I even the score and beat you in that very ring."


I slowly get up off the swings, going over to the slide. I begin climbing up as the camera man makes sure to keep his eye on me.


"While we both seem similar Jake..we are also different. Unlike you..I don't  need to go "find myself" every time I lose a match. I don't need to go out and throw out challenges to the entire roster for a gauntlet match to "prove myself". A week ago you said you were gonna find yourself..but you don't even know what you are anymore Jake. I mean..you don't know if you're a wrestler, or an MMA Fighter..or even an Archery expert. Jesus Christ kid..you're trying to put eggs in 15 different baskets at once...and you haven't even filled one of them yet! You're a regular jack of all trades..and a master of none. If you actually focused on one thing..maybe you'd be better than your uncle. But instead..you shit the bed against Ty West so hard..you had no choice but to admit to yourself that he kicked your ass. Now, I may have lost to you..I admit it. But does that make you better than me? No it doesn't. Because we've seen what happens after you get too overconfident. You make a mistake and you end up counting the lights. You know what they say about people who fail to learn from history."


I begin climbing down.


"The other problem you have Raab..is you complain about everything. You act as if the whole world should roll over and kiss your ass just because you're trying to escape the Raab name. How do I know? Because at one time..I was you. I went down the same road you're going down. Angry...mad at the world..thought everybody owed me something, thought that everybody was out to get me and keep me from being successful. I see the anger and bitterness in you..and now you probably want to take all your pent up frustrations out on me. If I were you I would do the same. Because after this..win or lose, I'm gonna move on and get back the Roulette Title..while you will continue to get a decent victory here and there..but choke when it matters the most."


More than anything..I need this victory.


"See Raab...I haven't forgotten that you beat me. I've been wanting a rematch with you for the longest time. I'll admit..you did beat me fair and square in our first encounter. Anyone can lose a match...but our time in SCW went in different directions after that. I went on to win the SCW Roulette Title and hold it for four months..one of the more dominant reigns in a long time. What did you do for four months? Continue to drop the ball again..and again and again and again and again. We're at a crossroads here Jake..where will our roads go after this match? I mean..you already beat the number one contender, meanwhile I am owed a title rematch against Teddy..and he has gone through great lengths to get out of giving me my rematch because deep down he doesn't think he can beat me one on one. Lord only knows what's gonna happen after this."


I put my hands int he pockets of my jacket.


"For me Raab..I'm already out of my family's shadow. I walked away from the rich privileged life and went out and made a name for myself. You on the other hand..haven't even done that. And in an ironic twist, your Uncle is going in the Hall of Fame while you can't even make anything of yourself. When people say my name in SCW..they put some respect on it..when they say your name, they laugh at you. But you got a chance to make it all right...by beating me for the second time in a row and who knows..just maybe you'll be in conversation for the Roulette Title. And as much as you try and say over and over you don't want title chances handed to you despite them being given anyway...I know you want some gold around your waist...but that don't mean you'll beat me again."


I knew I couldn't allow myself to slip and let Raab beat me again...


"Now I know usually whenever someone says their promo..you have some kind of rebuttal for them on the next episode of Climax Control because you just have to get the last word in. But the truth is Jake...the last word will be me holding my arms up in victory when I leave you laying on the mat. I have been waiting for months to shut you up once and for all, because just about everyone in that SCW locker room is sick and tired of listening to you whine and complain to management whenever you don't get your way. It's time for you to put up or finally..shut the fuck up. So don't think for one second I'm looking past you to get to Teddy...because I am focused one hundred percent on you. You beat me once...bravo...but this time around...The Firey Target is gonna get rocked."


I walk away from the scene as the camera crew pack up their equipment and leave.

 I took the directions that Gideon gave me..and as it turns out it led me to Norwich England. I came to what looked to be a castle...one in ruins of course. There was no roof, not many walls, but the floor remained intact.

Griffin Hawkins: What the fuck?...

I came all this way to some broken rocks and an abandoned castle? He did this just to annoy me. If I wanted to see a tour of ancient ruins I would've gone to a museum. But suddenly..as if something came over me, I noticed a table.

Griffin Hawkins: ....no way..[/color

This couldn't have been the same one. I slowly walk over to the table and it looked like the same one I lied on in my dream as I was about to be sacrificed by a bunch of men in hooded robes.

What was Gideon trying to tell me?

I then got a call on my cell phone. I figured it was my wife Taylor checking on me as I answered.

Griffin Hawkins: Hello?

Marquis Laveaux: Griffin?

Griffin Hawkins: Oh hey Marquis.

Marquis Laveaux: I uh..just wanted to apologize for before. You kinda took me by surprise.

I didn't want to tell him about where I was, I figured it upset him.

Griffin Hawkins: Its okay...just tell me a little something about that place I told you about?

Marquis Laveaux: ...I can't tell you now. Some things should just be left in the past. But I promise when the time is right, you'll know everything.

Griffin Hawkins: ...Okay. I gotta go now, seeya later.

I hang up. I was glad that he was talking to me again, but was a bit worried about what he would tell me. I was shocked to be in the same place I was in my dream..something told me what he knew would be something that would change everything.


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~Many Years Ago~

To say my family life was horrible was an understatement. Many would think, oh you got lots of money and a big mansion..you'd think that would make me happy, but it didn't. Reputation was important around the Hawkins family..which is why I knew me getting in a fight in high school and getting suspended was NOT going to go over well..mainly around my Dad. He would deal with me when he got home. I didn't want to stick around..so I went to Joe's Diner. It was starting to get late as I started eating my Cheeseburger platter. Soon the door opened and Charles stepped through. He immediately spotted me and came over.

Charles Hawkins: Come on..we're going home.

Griffin Hawkins: I can't do it...I may just move here.

Charles Hawkins: Griff come on..you know you can't stay here forever. You have to deal with Dad sooner or later.

Griffin Hawkins: You didn't hear what he said to me last time. He told me one more screw up and I'm gonna be shipped off to a Military School in Texas.

Charles Hawkins: He's only saying that to scare you into staying out of trouble. He said the same thing to me when I threw that wild party while he and Mom were away on Vacation.

Griffin Hawkins: I just don't feel like facing him...I already got a black eye, a tongue lashing isn't gonna make it any better.

Charles Hawkins: He doesn't even know the whole story..just tell him the truth.

Griffin Hawkins: Like he's gonna listen to me..it's like he's on a whole different planet than ours.

Charles Hawkins: Yeah he can be a bit unreasonable at times, but when he knows the reason behind everything, he'll understand.

Griffin Hawkins: Yeah, and maybe Elephants can fly.

Charles Hawkins: Griffin...you were only standing up for Wendi against that asshole who wouldn't stop bugging her.

Griffin Hawkins: Well she is our sister after all, she'd do the same for me.

Charles Hawkins: This is no different than me sticking up for you when we were little and some bully would try and mess with you. We'll both tell him what happened..he can't get mad at both of us.

Griffin Hawkins: You'll really be with me?

Charles Hawkins: Of course I will. You may bug the hell out of me half the time, but you're still my brother. Now quit hiding out here like a little girl and come home already!

I couldn't help but laugh as I get up and leave with him. My brother was always important to me, no matter what would happen, he'd always have my back.

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cameras would usually be in a location in the arena, but they go to the wrong side of town. Many people are on the streets sleeping. I show up on the stoop of a burned out building, dressed in my usual leather jacket and black pants. I begin walking down, speaking.


"Many years ago..I had lost everything. Thrown out onto the streets with no one to depend on. My inheritance was a thing of the past..I no longer had a roof over my head, and more importantly, I had no family left. The one thing that did keep me through..was knowing that I had a family member back at home..two in fact. My brother..and my sister. Family has always been important to me. But to others its a lost concept on them. The man I'm speaking of...is Malachi. His sole purpose of joining SCW was so he can make his brother Lachlan Kane's life a living hell. But unfortunately for Dudley Douchebag, things...have not gone well for him..."


Malachi was someone who..wasn't all that bright. Perhaps I could use it to my advantage.


"See Malachi, I'm different than you. Unlike you, I love my brother and I'm willing to go to the ends of the earth for him. You on the other hand are so content on making Lachlan's life miserable. And why? Jealousy perhaps? I mean he at least held some gold and is a fixture on the Climax Control roster. Meanwhile...what have you done really? Nothing. Sure you had some big matches, but have you really made the best of your opportunities?"


A small chuckle escapes my mouth.


"Another reason I'm different than you, I don't squander my opportunities. I worked for an opportunity at the Internet Title and I went out and won it. I made a mission to become Roulette Champion...and I succeeded. You on the other hand had become so content with trying to ruin your brother, you didn't focus on your own career. You got knocked the fuck out by Fenris...you screamed like a baby when Senor Vinnie locked on the Rings of Mariachi...and now you find yourself in the hunt for the Roulette Title. You want to try and wash away the embarrassing few months by taking my gold? I welcome you to try."


Stepping down the stairs, I continue.


"At Summer XXXtreme, you will be the one of many in the X-Division Rules Match for this very title. Ironically....I faced your brother at the last Supercard and he had eyes on the very same belt. But he was smart...he has brains. You on the other hand Malachi are dumb as a stump and twice as ugly. You're already on twitter claiming that you are gonna do what Lachlan couldn't do and take his title just so you can rub it in his face. That's your first mistake. You're claiming victory before the match even takes place..and second, you're too focused on sticking it to your brother that you're taking me very lightly.."


I kind of wished I was facing Lachlan instead.


"See, unlike you..Lachlan is humble. He realizes that he's not the biggest dog in the yard, but didn't stop him from bringing the fight to me and nearly leaving with my gold. But you, you obviously haven't paid attention to me in the last few months. Because if you did, you'd know that for the last while, I've been turning back every challenger that stepped up and thought they could take me out. You may not be the first, but you will be the next to become just another casualty of The Jukebox Hero."


I look up at the night sky, kind of enjoying myself out here.


"Let's say you actually do beat me and end up taking the title. Then what? You end up retaining at Summer XXXtreme? Very unlikely. Because the last time you were in a Fatal Four Way Match, you lost. You were beaten by of all people...Teddy Warren. So if you don't get it Sunday...you'll definitely get it at the Supercard. But make no mistake, I am not overlooking you by one stretch of the imagination. You think that you're gonna show up your brother by beating me? I don't think so. On Climax Control, you two will share the same fate as I leave with the gold. The luck of the Irish won't be on your side..because come Sunday...you're gonna get rocked."


I smile and walk away as the camera crew packs everything in.

  I couldn't believe my luck, not only did I defeat Kale and end his undefeated streak, but I get to face Austin James Mercer..in a non title match of course. I can't afford to lose this match as it's my first one against the Champion himself. For the last hour and a half, I sat in the arena watching Austin's matches. I sit, watching him slam down his opponent with a Spinebuster. Charles was watching alongside me as he was making short work of him.

Charles Hawkins: Wow, that's intense.

Griffin Hawkins: He's gotta be if he's Champion, he isn't lazy after all.

We continue to watch his match with Ty West, he manages to duck him and connects with a Neckbreaker.

Charles Hawkins: There! That right there! That's where you gotta get him. Someone as big and bad as him is gonna make a mistake and that's where you gotta capitalize.

Griffin Hawkins: It's gonna take a while for him to slip up, then I gotta pick my spot.

We watched for a while, but the more I watched, some doubt started to creep into my head.

Griffin Hawkins: Can I..step out for a sec?...

Charles Hawkins: Uh...sure.

I got up out of the chair and left the room. I paced back and forth in the hallway just thinking on everything that's going on. One week i'm defending the title, the next I am facing the world heavyweight champion. I then feel Charles come up behind me.

Charles Hawkins: You alright?...

Griffin Hawkins: This is all happening so fast man. I made my return months ago, and then the next month I win the Roulette Title..and then I get to face the World Champion.

Charles Hawkins: And that's a good thing..it didn't take you long to reach the top.

Griffin Hawkins: But what if it's all for nothing? If I lose..then lose the title, then what?

Charles Hawkins: If you lose..then at least you lose with no excuses. You won't bet letting anyone down..not me, not the family.

There was so much pressure on me, this was probably my biggest match yet since I've returned.

Griffin Hawkins: So you really think I can beat him?

Charles Hawkins: I know you can beat him..but not unless you study.

I followed him back to the locker room to watch more matches. I hated when doubt crept into my mind..it made me insecure. I couldn't afford to lose this match, I had to win.


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I figured eventually, my dream would go away...but it actually started to become more vivid from here. As I began to dream..I woke up once again...only this time I wasn't in some far away castle, I was actually in my room. The torches on the wall gave me the feeling that I was still back in the old times...as I lay in my small bed, I heard something crawl up through the window. It looked to be a man in a white shirt and brown hair in a pony tail. The other that followed was a larger man with shoulder length long hair and a similar shirt. I heard the shorter one with the ponytail whisper.

Gideon Blackwell: I swear, you're gonna get us caught!

Marquis Laveaux: Will you relax? No one's gonna know we're here.

The two of them sneak over to me, looking down at me. I recognize one of them as Marquis..the man who took me in years ago..but his accent seemed to be different.

Gideon Blackwell: So this is the little fleshling that the order tried to sacrifice...

Marquis Laveaux: Yeah..don't see the big deal about him actually..

Gideon Blackwell: The little thing is sickeningly adorable..you know, we could easily take this little thing for ourselves for a King's ransom...we'd have so much money..

Marquis Laveaux: And what are you going to do with the king's money Gideon? You're dead..we're both dead. Not much a vampire could do with endless riches.

Gideon Blackwell: Just a thought...plus I'd love to see that bloody tyrant brought to his knees like a wee child when he finds out we have his brat.

They look down at me...I just lie there wondering what they got planned for me.

Marquis Laveaux: Look at him...he has no idea what's to....wait, what is this?..

I'm not sure what set him off, but as he leans closer, he takes a step back.

Marquis Laveaux: ....he has the mark.

Gideon Blackwell: We must end him right now!

Marquis Laveaux: No time..we must leave right away!

What the hell was that about? Whatever they saw on me caused them to leave..

"Griffin? Griffin?"

I wake up back on the couch of my locker room. I saw Charles shaking me.

Charles Hawkins: You fell asleep man..you okay?

Griffin Hawkins: Uh..yeah..I am.

Charles Hawkins: Okay then. We'll watch a few more matches and then we'll get out of here.

I wanted to focus on the match, but something was off about that dream..I knew if I wanted answers I had to ask Marquis. Course, I haven't spoken to him in over a decade, a reunion was long overdue.

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The cameras open in the arena where I am watching the Fatal Four Way for the World Heavyweight Title on the TV Monitor, the way I am practically directing traffic. I then use the remote, stopping the match.


"What a difference four months makes...at Blaze of Glory, I was the special referee in the fatal four way between Fenris, Alex Jones, Jake Raab and Travis Levitt while Austin James Mercer fought Vanu Naufu It was Fenris who retained on this night while Austin won his match..but look at what's happened since then. Me and Austin are now Champions. He holds the World Heavyweight Title..and I hold the Roulette Title. We both knew that we would cross paths sooner or later, title on the line or not. Now..it seems as if all the stars have aligned within the universe..and two of the top dogs of SCW are finally..for the first time ever..clash in a champion v.s champion match in what could very well be the biggest main event in Climax history."


I kick my feet onto the table.


"For the last few weeks..when people mention me, they threw names around like...legend. If I can be honest, I don't consider myself a legend. Sure, many consider me one of the greatest fighters of all time, but I don't know about being a legend. If anything, I'm a street kid who managed to fight for what he believes in, worked for what he wants just to get to where he is today..and in that time I learned not to be clouded by too many people giving me compliments. I'd allow it to go to my head and become complacent...which I hope Austin hasn't done.."


I look straight at the camera, knowing he is watching.


"You are the man at the top of the mountain Austin, and I respect you for where you brought yourself. That's why I am hoping that you don't follow the past champions who allowed success to go to their heads..because in an instant, its gone. Every time Jake Raab somehow manages to get a victory..he gets cocky and slips up. But you are no Jake Raab, and I'm not going in there facing some scrub who manages to get lucky and pull off a fluke win here or there, I'm coming to fight a guy who's worked hard to get where he is..and even though the title isn't on the line..I am more than pumped to test my strength against The Prodigal Son."


I then play his match against Fenris for the title on  Climax Control, studying everything about him.


"Austin..you and me are what the SCW locker room strives to be...brave, battle tested, not afraid to back down from any man. I feel when I look at you, I am looking into a mirror. I see a man who has fought hard to get where he is today. I watched you become the Honor Wrestling Champion...I said to myself, god damn, I gotta fight this guy someday! And that day is coming soon. A match where two champions who have solidified their spot as the elite of SCW will clash for the first time in history"


I paused the match, not wanting to miss anything.


"I do indeed respect you Austin. I consider you a friend..like a brother. I know how much that belt means to you..and you know how hungry I am to one day take your title and become the face of SCW. Can I beat you? I don't know. Can you beat me? Who knows. Something has to give. See, what you hold around your shoulder is the reason I came back to SCW. I've already been Internet Champion, and I am currently the Roulette Champion. The World Heavyweight Title is the last piece of the puzzle. The belt won't be on the line...but a victory over you would definitely put me in conversation for a title shot."


I unpause the match as I continue.


"When I got back here months ago...there was doubt. People doubted me. Travis Levitt said I was a has been, yesterday's news. Kendron Williams thought I'd be just another victim for him to sacrifice. There's always gonna be people doubting me, there's probably some doubting me now...but I have a history of turning doubters into believers. I make the impossible happen. Right now many would say beating you would be impossible...and it may be. But in a fight like this....I'll do what I can to do what many say is impossible, and defeat you. I wish you luck on Sunday Austin..and may the best champion win."


I go back to watching the match as the camera crew leave the room.