~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.

 The event was official. My wife and kids had already said goodbye to me. I promised them that Daddy would be home soon. I made sure to wear my mask as I was about to board the Sun Princess. I looked around, seeing a few members of SCW and SCU conversing with one another as they were about. Some were talking about their matches, some were talking about how much they were looking forward to see their friends from the main roster. I decided to just be by myself for the time being, thinking on everything.  I looked out at the sea. In a week I'd be competing in the match of my life. Last year it was for the Roulette Title...now it's for an even bigger prize.

I didn't know how I was going to handle this...

I wished my brother was able to come with me...he always knew how to take my mind off things. It felt more like I was all alone on this cruise...despite being surrounded by members of the roster. I then heard a voice I had not heard in years...

"Hey stranger.."

I turn and see a man with short curly hair and a polo shirt. A white face mask adorning his face. My eyes grow big..surprised.

Griffin Hawkins: Oh my God...Andrew!

I rush over as we both hug, I am quite sure he has stayed careful in keeping COVID free.

Andrew Hudson: So you do remember me.

Griffin Hawkins: How can I forget you man?! You've helped me out so many times I've lost count, you were one of the first people I invited to my wedding when me and Taylor got married.

Andrew Hudson: Good to know you still got your memory working.

Griffin Hawkins: With all the drugs I was on back then..I'm lucky I remember my name. But what are you doing here?

Andrew Hudson: Well, I decided that this year I'm gonna board the cruise with you..give us a chance to catch up.

Griffin Hawkins: Awesome! I got so much to tell you..a lot has happened with me and Taylor.

Andrew Hudson: Well actually Griffin..there is something I've been meaning to talk to you about?

Griffin Hawkins: There is?

Andrew Hudson: See..I've been watching you in the last while. I've been watching you since you came back to Sin City Wrestling.

Griffin Hawkins: ...you've seen me?

Andrew Hudson: I always keep track of my patients even when they are no longer my patients. It seems your career has taken a downturn as of late.

Griffin Hawkins: So you've noticed..

Andrew Hudson: That's why I'm here. We're going to get to the root of your problem.

Griffin Hawkins: Wait..you mean like an actual session?..

Andrew Hudson: Yeah. We've broken some barriers before...it doesn't hurt to give it a try.

Griffin Hawkins: I don't know Andrew..this feels a whole lot different than the old days when I would tell you about my family..you shouldn't have to worry about me, just enjoy the cruise.

Andrew Hudson: I have plenty of time to enjoy things..my main concern is you. If you want to win your match you need to clear you head...get all this negativity out of your system. Maybe you'll realize something when it's over.

He never steered me wrong before. He did seem like he wanted to help me.

Griffin Hawkins: Alright...we'll do it your way. I needed someone to talk to on this cruise anyway.

Andrew Hudson: Great! I just know we'll make a breakthrough.

We boarded the ship along with the others. It had been a while since I spoke to my therapist...I wondered if he was able to help me..or make this anxiety worse.


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[Off Camera]

We arrive at the room. It looks neat and tidy...not surprisingly enough. I can't picture this room to be messy.

Griffin Hawkins: Nice room isn't it?...

Andrew Hudson: Yeah...I'm sorry if it's not your style or anything.

Griffin Hawkins: Oh no, it's just fine. You don't mind if I lie on the bed do you?

Andrew Hudson: Not at all, I want you to be completely comfortable.

I lie on the bed...figuring it would make a good makeshift couch.

Griffin Hawkins: Nice soft bed...I hope I don't fall asleep during this..

Andrew Hudson: If you do, I'll wake you.

Griffin Hawkins: So, shall we begin?..

Andrew Hudson: Of course.

He then turns on the tape recorder.

Andrew Hudson: Now..Griffin, a lot has happened since our last meeting. It's been what....ten years since then, wouldn't you say so?

Griffin Hawkins: Yeah, it has.

Andrew Hudson: It's clear to see that you indeed have accomplished so much since our last meeting...your accolades in various organizations are endless. Do you feel accomplished?

Griffin Hawkins: Yeah...I do. I have done things that people told me I would never be able to do. Winning tournaments, titles, I established myself as a big name in the business. When I came to SCW...I had hype about me, I had never gotten that much of a following up until then. Everyone knew who I was. I was thinking...I think I've officially made it.

Andrew Hudson: Did you get that feeling in the previous organization?...

To be quite honest..I hadn't even thought of the old company....EWC....

Griffin Hawkins: ...No. When I came in I had to push my nose to the grindstone. I worked hard and accomplished things while others before me were treated like royalty. The guy I ended up beating for the International Title went on to win the World Title and was given jabronies that my sister could beat to a pulp instead of REAL challengers. I ended up beating him for the International title yet I never received a World Title shot at him. And the girl who took my title was too scared to give me a rematch as the General Manager was just sitting on his hands doing nothing about it. Eventually..I got fired and found my way here.

Andrew Hudson: Why is it so important for you to win the world title?

Griffin Hawkins: That belt itself says you are the best..that nobody can touch you, that you are indeed the best in the world today. People have told me from day one that I don't got what it takes to win the World Title. They said that I was just a gimmick, some loser that's trying to get into music through wrestling. I spent every day since then making them choke on their words..capturing title after title, overcoming obstacle after obstacle proving that I belong. I've been hellbent on silencing doubters who told me that I'm not going to amount to anything.

Andrew Hudson: Well..it is defeating being told from day one that you will never succeed..but who were these people you speak of who told you that?

I take a deep breath...beginning.

Griffin Hawkins: ...Some years ago, before I got my name out there. I was asked to join a faction called Ascended Supremacy. It was a stable that had only the elite in the sport today..led by none other than Jace Parker Davidson. Once I got in, I got successful..but at every turn he'd downplay everything I'd done..everything I wanted to accomplish. I don't know why..maybe he was jealous, maybe he saw me as a threat to him..I don't know. But he would tell anyone who'd listen how pathetic that I was just to build himself up. And when he kicked me out of the group..he thought for sure that I wouldn't amount to anything..like i'd come crawling back to him and his flunkies. But as I look back, I see that the most success I got in my career..was when I walked away from him.

Andrew Hudson: Do you still hear his voice telling you that you're nothing?..

Griffin Hawkins: Sometimes..

Andrew Hudson: Like when you lost your Roulette Title?

Griffin Hawkins: ...Yes.

Andrew Hudson: Well..whatever happened to Jace Parker Davidson?

Griffin Hawkins: He ended up retiring..last thing he ever did was hold the Tag Team Titles...nothing major.

Andrew Hudson: Well that should tell you everything Griffin. If you look around..Jace Parker Davidson is not here, in fact..his name hasn't been spoken by anyone on social media or in wrestling have they?

Griffin Hawkins: Of course not..he's retired.

Andrew Hudson: Exactly..and you're still here. The fact you outlasted him in this sport and still doing what you want to do while he is off in obscurity somewhere says a lot. You're a big name in SCW and various other companies while he's off in retired life. Jace Parker Davidson is ancient history. Nobody remembers him..nobody cares. So his voice should not be in your head.

Griffin Hawkins: Your right....

Andrew Hudson: Now..what does the World Title mean to you...this time around?

Griffin Hawkins: Well...I have been in SCW on and off for the last few years and I have done almost everything, but the only goal that eluded me was the World Title. The last time I was there we had a gutless paper champion who'd often whine and throw a temper tantrum whenever things don't go his way..often ducking threats to his reign.

Andrew Hudson: Would you say this champion is different?

Griffin Hawkins: Well, unlike Calvin Harris...he is a fighting champion and takes on all comers. He's probably the best in the game now...but like Calvin, he's getting cocky. He can put on this facade about how he isn't arrogant and how he's looking forward to a good match...but underneath all that he feels he is invincible. That's why I want to be the one who defeats him.

Andrew Hudson: Do you still want to silence all the doubters?...

Griffin Hawkins: Yes..for every person who didn't believe in me..I give them one last kick in the teeth and show them that I can do it.

Andrew Hudson: Well..don't take this the wrong way Griffin..but if you go in that direction, you've already lost.

Griffin Hawkins: What do you mean?...

Andrew Hudson: You have been doing this longer than anyone I know. Those same people who told you that you don't got what it takes to be a big star..they are no longer around. They should be in your rear view mirror. Anyone who tells you now that you will never be a World Champion obviously don't know you and what you've done to get here today. This guy Ben Jordan seems like a tough one to beat..but somehow if you find a way, you will defeat him. And when you do this..do it for not for the critics..but do it for yourself.

I forgot how much that Andrew had a way with words...and he was righ...If I kept it going like this, I would never be at peace.

Griffin Hawkins: ...I never really thought about it like that. I guess I was so obsessed with what people thought of me...I left out what I thought of me..

Andrew Hudson: Not just you..your family who have been your biggest supporters since day one..the younger athletes who look up to you. They never lost faith in you..and you shouldn't lose faith in yourself.[/colr]

Griffin Hawkins: What if I lose?...

Andrew Hudson: If you lose..you at least lose with no excuses. From what you've told me in the past, you've come back from worse than this. You had a serious drug addiction that nearly killed you..if you can come back from that..you can come back from this and succeed.

Griffin Hawkins: ..I'll do this. For my family and for myself...one way or another I will be a World Champion.

We continued to talk more about everything, the more I talked..the better I felt. For the first time in forever..my head was clear. I know what I had to do..and who I had to do it for.



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Cameras come to my room where I sit on the bed, dressed in black jeans and a Slash T-Shirt.  I continue looking up at the ceiling...just thinking on everything that has gone down in the last few months.

"Here I am once again....another loss on my road to the title. For the last few months things haven't really been going my way. It feels since I lost the Roulette Title it's been one thing after another...as if there is no light at the end of the tunnel. I made my intentions known that I aim for the the World Heavyweight Title...the one belt that has eluded me my entire Sin City Wrestling career. Last week was supposed to be my chance to prove myself to the Champion that I am a threat to him and his reign...but I got pinned. People like Kristopher Ryans...O'Malley, Tony Thorn have been trying to tell me that there is no way I can beat Ben Jordan and take the World Title..."

I slowly rise up, looking to the camera.

"But to them..I say fuck you. You think you're the first people to tell me that I can't do something? I've had bigger..badder..and tougher men like them tell me to my face that I don't got what it takes to ever be a World Champion. But I didn't listen to them. By all means...I'm not supposed to have this shot. But you know what? A lot of things in my life weren't supposed to happen. I'm not supposed to be here in SCW...I'm not supposed to be in the big time. I was supposed to be on the podunk indy circuit with all the never was athletes who never made it. I wasn't supposed to make it big in my career...but I did. Homeless kids were never supposed to climb out of the gutter and make something of themselves..but I did. I wasn't supposed to be a successful wrestler, but I did. I wasn't supposed to win championships and get to the top of every company I've worked for...but I did. I made all this happen...nobody brought me anywhere, nobody handed me anything, I'm here because of hard work. And now..the biggest match of my life stands before me on this very ship...."

My heart is racing a million miles per minute..this was important to me.

"Ben Jordan..he'd rather die than to lose that title to me. He's got more ability than anybody on the planet Earth. So me beating Jordan...it looks impossible doesn't it? Yeah..not gonna lie, it does. But the thing is..I've made a career out of proving people wrong. I've made a life out of making people eat their words. I realize that I am 0 and 2 against Jordan so far...but things like that have never stopped me from achieving what I want to in this business. There is no doubt that Jordan has been a dominant Champion...but come August the second...everything will change. I will go out there, look him in the eye and fight until he is no longer standing.

I crack my knuckles.

"Now..last week Ben, you went on and on about how you don't do social media, you don't do tweet much...blah blah blah...we get that. Nobody's asking you to go on Twitter dude, even though the foundation of Sin City Wrestling's fans is social media..but you do you. You don't do all of that..but you know what I don't do Ben? I don't do what you do. I don't wear fancy suits, I don't go to red carpet parties, I don't hang around with A-List celebrities, and I don't have TMZ on speed dial to let them know when I land in LAX so they can come and film me and ask me stupid questions. You concern yourself with all of that, I concern myself with being the best. Am I social media star? I dunno, maybe I am..but none of that is relevant now in this match..you hob nobbing with celebrities is relevant now. What's relevant now is the richest prize you carry around your shoulder. The one thing everyone wants...the one thing that I plan on leaving the Sun Princess with."

The only thing that's on my mind was the title.

"Eight months..that's how long you have been world champion Ben. You fought like a lion against all comers. You may go down as one of the greatest champions of all time. And me..I'm just a challenger. But you did say one correct thing in your promo Ben..I'm an underdog. And you're right, I am. Though you say it like it's something to be ashamed of. At one point YOU were an underdog...YOU were in my shoes. I never made excuses for myself in the 15 years I've done this. But the fact that you call me an underdog...it sounds like you're a bit worried. Worried that this underdog as you call me can reach up and snatch that title from you. You fear that this underdog could do what Mark Cross, Fenris, Jack Washington and many others have failed to do and beat you for that very title. Yeah..you do got momentum against me, you pinned me on the last Climax, but your best has not kept me down. I am still here...I am still in your face, and I am coming to give you the fight of your life."

I lean forward, looking at the camera.

"Last week you said you wanted the best Griffin Hawkins at Summer XXXtreme. Ben..I don't think you have any idea what you asked for. Sure, you want to face the best version of every athlete that steps in the ring with you...and that is very admirable, I want that for myself as well. But what happens when the best version of that somebody ends up being your undoing? What happens when they end up doing the unthinkable and knocking The Cockney King from his throne? Because that is what I am looking to do. I took your advice from months ago the first time we've battled..oh yeah..that's right, you remember it don't you? Use this loss as a learning experience. It was the Scottish author Samuel Smiles who said...you learn more from failure than success. I've had time to think on it, I've looked at our old matches, and I have seen what needs to be done. Do you have my number? I don't know, I can't tell you...the only way we'll find out is aboard this ship as we fight for our lives."

All I can do is hear the voice of Ben, his words still ringing in my ears from Monday.

"I'm not gonna lie to you Ben...somehow I knew that you were going to beat Jack Washington and retain the SCW World Heavyweight Title. I'm not taking anything away from him, he's a great athlete..but that braying hyena proceeded to bury the majority of the Sin City Wrestling roster in the preview of the card from weeks ago...he was too confident going in, thinking it's a given that he's going to win the title. I'm not like that...I'm not gonna just tell you that beating you will be a breeze and that I am gonna leave with your title...I'm not making the same mistake he made. You may probably think I am cocky and that I act like that I am guaranteed to win the gold aboard this ship. When the fact of the matter is, I realize I'm going into a war. I know that I am facing an uphill battle..but I am coming to lay everything that I am on the line. If it takes destroying myself just to walk out the new Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion...then so be it."

I slowly get up.

"See Ben..I am not making excuses for last Sunday. I know i lost my match to you. Any other person in my position would blame the loss on their tag partner...but that's not me. Andrea didn't drop the ball..I did. But the loss only makes my resolve stronger just to see you fall. Like many great kings who have fallen in the past...Caesar...Augustus...Claudius...you don't see the one final shot that takes you down. At Summer XXXtreme...your entire Kingdom will crumble at the hands of the Jukebox Hero when I go home with your crown. On this ship..two gladiators will fight for the right to be called the best in the world. Will it be you...will it be me?....sure we can say it will be us...but in that ring...all questions will be answered. See you at Summer XXXtreme."

I lie back as the camera crew leave my room, ending my segment.

 ~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.

 
While I was in Vegas, I decided to do a little shopping on the strip, possibly heading over to the gift shops to get a little something for Taylor, she always enjoyed little souvenirs such as key chains, t-shirts, sometimes even jewelry if I'm feeling like surprising her with something special. I walked out of the Bonanza Gift Shop ready to head back to my car...but I heard footsteps behind me..

...not good.

I know if I look back, I'll probably make things worse. So I figured maybe I'll lose them somewhere if I walk down the street towards the buildings. But I can still hear the sounds of footsteps behind me, only it sounds like it's much faster now. I was starting to freak out just a little bit. There were at least some people out on the street, a lot of them with protective masks covering their faces. I was more focused on getting away from whoever was following me. The footsteps behind me were picking up speed...I decided I needed to run.

I had to get away from them somehow.

I kept running and running until I was knocked down by an unseen fist from around the building. I look up and see a man dressed in all black, his skin almost pasty white.

"Going somewhere?.."

I didn't even stay and try to talk to him, I turn and see two similar looking men behind me, dressed the same. I go to get up...but not before giving the man a quick punch right below the belt and throwing him into the others. With them falling like dominos, I see it as my cue to get the hell out of there. I keep running, at this point I forgot that I had to get back to my car. They get up and run after me. I figure I could lose them in the alley...but I come to a dead end..

Griffin Hawkins: ....shit.

It doesn't take long for the figures in black to catch up to me. They begin walking closer as I start backing up towards the wall. I was prepared to fight my way out.

Griffin Hawkins: ..you want me? Come and get it..

I clench my fists, not sure if I would survive this. But just then from behind one of them is rammed against the wall by a familiar looking blonde young man in a long black coat. The other two look confused, giving me time to take advantage as I run and deliver a hard clothesline, taking him down. The only one left decides that's his cue to exit and runs away.

Gideon Blackwell: That's right ya bloody coward, sod off!

Griffin Hawkins: Gideon?...

Gideon Blackwell: The one and only...

Griffin Hawkins: The hell are you doing here?..

Gideon Blackwell: You sure have a funny way of saying hello...and saying thank you for saving your scrawny neck.

Griffin Hawkins: Well I do owe you that..but why are you here?

Gideon Blackwell: Come on Griff, you think I'd let you and Marquis hog all the fun? Me and him get to meet some old friends and possibly put them into the ground..

Griffin Hawkins: Gideon..if you get involved in this, you're only going to make things worse. Things aren't exactly hunky dory between Kedron and Marquis right now.

Gideon Blackwell: Aww, is the little witch getting his panties in a bunch? I never liked him, he's always so bloody grumpy...I bet he never had a day of fun his whole life. His lady though..

Griffin Hawkins: You are so lucky he isn't here right now to hear you say that, or he'd string you up by your fingernails.

Gideon Blackwell: Oooh..I'm just shaking in my boots.

Griffin Hawkins: Gideon please...do not get involved in this. Do us all a favor and just go home.

Gideon Blackwell: I don't think you get it Hawkins. This involves me too. Me and him aided that cult, and if they are after him, they'll be after me too.

Griffin Hawkins: So why aren't you hiding in whatever sick decrepit place you call home?

Gideon Blackwell: Do I look like the type that runs away from a fight? Please. Besides, this is probably the most fun I'll have in a long time..after all they'll need all the help they can get if the Cult Of Blood is really back.

I didn't want to admit it..but he had a point. We were going to need all hands on deck if the cult is still around.

Griffin Hawkins: ...I gotta be out of my mind...

Gideon Blackwell: I'll take that as a yes then!

Griffin Hawkins: Just try and stay out of the way...and try and stay on Kedron's good side

Gideon Blackwell: I had no idea he had a good side...now get outta here before more come after you.

I nod and head back to the car, ready to go back to the hotel. Gideon had a way of antagonizing people...I just know Kedron is not gonna like the fact that he's back in town...


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~Some years ago~

I'm known the world over for my musical talents. I went from singing in dive bars to singing in live arenas...even performing on wrestling shows. I've seen a million faces and I've rocked them all. Some would think I was always the big rock star who sold out arenas and left the crowd begging for more.

But my story didn't exactly get a good beginning.

See, I wanted to get into music in the most desperate way possible..I was willing to do anything, hell even sleep with a record exec to get into the main stage. After mastering the guitar, I was introduced by a friend to a band who was looking to make it. I figured I'd meet some like minded people who had the same dreams as me.

I thought wrong.

The band turned out to be a Foreigner tribute band called Blue Morning. Not exactly what I wanted to do...but I figured it would at least get me somewhere. But the lead singer Jack Crowley for lack of a better term was your classic egomaniac, believing he was the star of the band and everyone else was backup. We played in many dive bars, coffee houses...whatever gig we could. But everything Jack did felt more like he was benefiting for himself.  One night we were playing at a local carnival..a song that would stick with me throughout my career..Jukebox Hero. In the middle of the guitar interlude, I looked to do my best. I was then tapped on the shoulder by Jack. He shouted loud enough so I can hear him over the screaming crowd.


Jack Crowley: Hey dude what's going on?!

Griffin Hawkins: It's the guitar solo man, how do you like it?!

Jack Crowley: I think you're trying to hard!

Griffin Hawkins: Are you fucking serious? This is the way it's always been! You heard the song!

Jack Crowley: Yeah but people can barely hear me sing! We don't want to make this a one man show!

Was this guy serious?

Griffin Hawkins: What is the matter with you man?! I can only play the song one way and its like this!

Jack Crowley: This could be our biggest performance ever man, do not fuck this up!

I was sick and tired of being scolded like a child all because he wants to make this band all about him. He continued with his other verse....feeling rebellious, I decided to play over him. He started to get angry and just stomped over and shoved me.

Jack Crowley: Knock it off! I'm sick of your shit!

Griffin Hawkins: Well I'm sicker of yours!

I shoved them back, I can see the crowd starting to notice. I didn't care, I was sick of him and wanted to unleash my anger. I did it in the most appropriate way as I gave him a hard punch right in the jaw. Before I knew it, we were both rolling around punching each other. It took pretty much the whole band to break us up. I don't know what came over me, but I was done being treated like I was nothing.

Days later, I guess I felt a little bad...feeling like I wrecked our one shot at being known as the next big band...even if we're just a knockoff of another famous band. I arrive at Jack's garage where they are all talking.

Griffin Hawkins: Hey uh...Jack. I just wanted to apologize for before. I know I was being an insensitive asshole during our gig and I just wanna say I'm sorry..and I'll do whatever you ask of me.

They all just looked at me.

Griffin Hawkins: Something wrong?...

Johnny Brock: Look dude...we all took a vote and we decided you're out of the band..

I just stood there in disbelief.

Griffin Hawkins: ...this is a joke right?

Jack Crowley: Look Griff...you're a good guitar player but, it's just not working out. We all decided maybe it's best that you leave the band.

Griffin Hawkins: ....so that's it? One fuck up and I'm out?

Jack Crowley: This has been a long time coming Griff, in the last few performances you've kind of slacking...

Griffin Hawkins: Dude, I've been playing the way it sounds on the track. And I haven't heard any complaints from the others about my guitar playing...

I look to the the two other band mates who don't seem to be running to my defense.

Griffin Hawkins: Are you kidding me? You guys are just gonna follow his lead? When are you gonna stop letting him lead you around with his hand up your ass?

Jack Crowley: Griff! Don't make this any harder than it is. We've all decided on it..that incident was the straw that broke the camel's back. It's for the band's benefit.

Griffin Hawkins: It feels more like this is for YOUR benefit. Come on Jack, we all know this band is all about you, you don't want anyone to steal your thunder and you're gonna do the easiest thing and kick me out of here.

Jack Crowley: Whatever man..you're gone..just go!

I didn't really have much left to say to them. I go over to the garage and take the Red Fender strat I always played during our gigs.

Griffin Hawkins: ...Fuck you all.

I turn and go to the car, putting in my guitar as I get in the driver's seat...driving off. It felt like my dreams of being a rock star was dead and buried...I didn't know where my future lied, but it wasn't with them. It seemed it was the end of the road for me...but I wanted one more chance to succeed.


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Cameras come to the empty ring in the arena....where I am lying dead center in the middle of it, dressed in black leather pants and a David Bowie T-Shirt. By my side is one of my classic guitars, a red fender stratocaster. I just lie there, looking up at the lights as I begin speaking.


"In life we all have to face things the way they are. There are some who can run from the inevitable truth and realize that they can't change things and eventually give in. And there's others who refuse to accept the truth that one company has been able to move on without them. Will that ever become me? Will I ever reach that stage? A big part of me hopes not. But when I do look back on my time here in SCW, I will have accomplished everything...but I will not become bitter...angry...insecure that the company has moved on without me. Kristopher Ryans...he's become one of those guys me and him promised each other we'd never become. We promised that when our careers are over and done with, we'll let others carry on the tradition and let them have the spotlight...but that has been too much for him to take."


I lie back...almost in disbelief that Kris has been roped into one of those guys.


"Kris...you've pretty much name dropped every last person who I've listed as the future, talking down upon them as if they were nothing. You more than anyone know that wins and losses come with the territory. You could lose a million matches..and still get back in the game and show why you belong here, just like those athletes in the locker room have. You can run them into the ground but they got the one thing that's needed here in SCW to survive, and that's heart. When was the last time you checked yours? When was the last time you questioned yourself and asked yourself...do I really belong here? I never have. Christian Underwood told me when I came back that if I wanna stay here, I gotta prove it to myself and prove it to the world. If you want to stay, you have to prove it to yourself and everybody in the company. All you have proven is that you are angry, bitter, insecure that the company has thrived without you, that's why you're back..and that is why you are in my face. I wanna see how much heart you have...I wanna see The Miracle of old..I wanna see if you still have it."


I slowly rise up, grabbing my guitar.


"And it's true in the case of Parker Wayde. I said a lot of fucked up things which caused him to lose his temper and allowed me to get the victory...do I regret it? Of course I do. Am I a better person then like you said? Yes I am. There will come a time when me and him will meet face to face and we'll settle our differences like men. But that day..is not today. But you were right when you mentioned how far I've come in my career, ignoring all the critics and doubters who told me that I don't have what it takes to be a major player. But the one thing you are wrong about..how I'm still trying to prove the naysayers wrong. See, I was told many times to my face that I can't do it..you heard words they said. But do you hear them anymore? No. Sure, someone like Jake Raab will say that I don't deserve the world title, but his words are fueled by envy, so he doesn't count. You've been to the top? So have I. In the last year I captured the World title 3 more times in different organizations. I was doing all of that while you were at home retired...Sin City is the last piece of the puzzle for me to capture the World Title."


I wanted to become World Champion..that was the truth. Kris was indeed onto something.


"You think that I want to use you as a stepping stone. A launch

ing pad for me to ascend to the higher level of my career. Any other person in my position would want to do exactly that the minute you walk down to the ring and challenge them to a one on one match on the biggest show of the year. But that's not how I see it. Because Kristopher Ryans is nobody's stepping stone. You didn't get this far as a stepping stone for anybody. I took the challenge because I gotta know who is the best between us. You and me as far as I gather have only been in two companies together...we've never had a one on one match before. When I got here years ago I hoped for the day that would happen, maybe for the World Title...but now we're here face to face, no belts on the line..and if it's one on one..I'll take it any way I can."


I then sit in the corner of the ring, with my guitar, strumming it a little.


"So tell me Kris..when you ran down all those stars that I've listed, I gotta wonder...did it feel familiar to you? Because there were people who have said the same thing about you...people who said that you would never amount to anything here in SCW. People who told me the same things you have told them. You know what that makes you Kris? A hypocrite. Because like it or not...guys like Jack Russow, Jack Washington, Mark Cross, Finn Whelan...they are the future of this company. And when you and me are retired, they are gonna lead this company into a new chapter. You'd think someone like you would know what it's like to be told that you can't do it. But know this, the both of us set the bar for them. They look to us as the best in the industry..and they one day will lead the charge when our time is over..but that won't be for a long time..because our time is now."


I did wonder what would happen when my time comes for me to walk away...


"You seem to think that there are like..carbon copies of you. Like..wow, I had no idea that you invented the arrogant obnoxious trope. You believe that Christian and Mark are somehow replacing you? Dude have you been taking your medication lately? Nobody is out to replace you. What you got in your mind is a classic case of being spoiled by success. See...when you won the World Title, you let it go to your head. You allowed your shining accomplishment to make your ego bigger. You rose to the top of the company, but if this company stayed afloat..what would have happened? Someone would've came along and defeated you and sent you on a downward spiral and you'd end up packing it in and going home. When SCW made their comeback, you expected it to fall flat on its face..but as you can see, we didn't fall flat anywhere. Business is booming..new stars are created..and we are on top of the ratings, and it's all because of every star on this roster coming out to this ring and busting their ass. You and me have been around for a while and we both know this..well, I thought you knew this. Maybe it's time I remind you of it..."


I look straight at the camera.


"As for a match...neither of us know the outcome. The two of us are the best in the business today...and this is something the fans have been wanting for years. You made the challenge to me..and I accepted. I wasn't thinking of the world title even though a win over you would put me in line for a future chance...I was thinking of testing my strength against what many regard as the measuring stick of this company. I gotta ask myself can I beat the Miracle? Can I do what many say is the impossible and beat Kris Ryan's right in the middle of the ring? Well...if Bill Barnhart can do it...I can too. On the biggest show of all, I'm coming to rock your world Kris...be ready for the fight of your life."


I put the guitar around my back, leaving the ring as the camera crew turns 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 had finally arrived at the Saxton Hotel in Las Vegas. My match was in a matter of days and as much as I wanted to get some rest beforehand, I still had some things to settle. But before all that I had to talk to Charles who was back home in Cali. I sat on my bed with the laptop open as Skype was on.

Charles Hawkins: So how does it feel to be without your big bro?

Griffin Hawkins: Actually quiet for a change..

Charles Hawkins : You know you miss me.

Griffin Hawkins: Yeah yeah..so how are things back at home?

Charles Hawkins: Well everybody's gone Cornholio and took all the toilet paper off the shelves.

Griffin Hawkins: God damn this virus...I'll be so glad when this craziness is all over and things can return to normal.

Charles Hawkins: Hey, don't worry about whats going on at home, focus on your match. You ready to make Jack Russow squeal like the family pig?

Griffin Hawkins: ....so much wrong with what you just said..but yeah..I'm looking to take him down, even if the guy has a laundry list of issues. His Dad beating the piss outta him, his rock career bombing..

Charles Hawkins: Next thing you know he'll be claiming you ruined his 3rd Birthday Party.

Griffin Hawkins: Well I don't think he blames me..but the guy sure does got a lot of issues. I don't think even Dr.Phil would take him in.

Charles Hawkins: Maybe afterwards you can get him a shrink..

Griffin Hawkins: After this social distancing thing is done..maybe. It's kinda funny though..

Charles Hawkins: What's funny?

Griffin Hawkins: I've held this belt for nearly a year now, and the challengers have gotten tougher and tougher, but this one feels...different.

Charles Hawkins: Maybe it's because you're facing possibly a version of yourself?..

Griffin Hawkins: ..I've thought about that.

Charles Hawkins: Think back Griff..your first title chance in a major company, how did you feel going in?

Griffin Hawkins: Hungry...determined..ready to show the world what I can do.

Charles Hawkins: That's how he feels. You are without a doubt one of the greatest athletes in SCW history..and he wants to show the world his worth by beating one of the best of all time by taking your gold...but you can't allow that to happen.

Griffin Hawkins: No..I can't. Maybe one day he'll be a Champion, like Internet Champion or the Mixed Tag Titles should he find somebody to team with him..but it can't be my title..

Charles Hawkins: You really wanna crush his dreams like that?

Griffin Hawkins: Business is business bro, I gotta do what I gotta do.

Charles Hawkins: Sounds like you're ready. I'll be watching dude, kick ass out there.

Griffin Hawkins: I will...and for god's sake wash your hands..

Charles Hawkins: Yes Mom...

I turn off Skype and lie down, thinking on my match. Jack Russow was looking to make an impact in the biggest way possible...and I was the man he was looking to make an example of. I don't even know what kind of match it will be...so much awaited the both of us.



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I didn't really know what to expect when Kedron and Rinoa wanted me to meet them at the Saxton Hotel. Later that night, I asked the Bell Clerk if they were in, and he told me they were on the roof which struck me as odd..but they weren't exactly normal. And so I decided to go the the top floor and head towards the roof. I went up the stairs and I could not believe my eyes. There was an actual bar set up on the rooftop of the hotel. They seem to be ballroom dancing in formal clothes as if it's some kind of ball or gala. They seem to be the only one here.

What the hell did I just stumble into?

I feel like calling out to them but it's so surreal that they are actually dancing to music on top of a hotel roof. It is Rinoa who is the first to notice me as she stops, looking in my direction.

Rinoa Williams: Mr.Hawkins! So nice of you to join us this evening.

I snap out of it as she speaks to me.

Griffin Hawkins: Huh? Oh yeah..its uh..nice to be here.

Both part from their dance..Kedron does not exactly look happy.

Kedron Williams: What in God's name are YOU doing here?

Rinoa Williams: Darling, I invited him..

He stops and looks at her.

Kedron Williams: You what?..

Rinoa Williams: I invited him up here...which of course falls on our date..

He then looks to me, his anger dropping.

Kedron Williams: Well I have never done a thing but after four hundred years I guess anything is possible..

Griffin Hawkins: Whoa whoa easy..I'm just here to talk.

Kedron Williams: About what?

Griffin Hawkins: Lately I've been having vivid dreams..

Kedron Williams: Let me guess, they ran out of your favorite hair product? That had to be a nightmare..

Griffin Hawkins: No..it feels like past life experiences, me as a Knight..me about to be sacrificed by some cult, stuff like that.

I then see his expression change.

Kedron Williams: Come to the bar Hawkins.

He leads the way as us three go over to the makeshift bar he made up.

Kedron Williams: Tell me, what is this cult you speak of?

Griffin Hawkins: ...men in robes...a man with a dark long beard...

Kedron Williams: Ah...Alistair Dracan. He is the leader of the cult of blood. They were convinced they are doing God's work.

Griffin Hawkins: I also have this...

I reach into my bag and pull out the Dark Cauldron album. Kedron looks at it, seeing the designs and symbol on the back.

Kedron Williams: Hmm..this is definitely the insignia of the cult. Is there anything else that you remember Griffin?

Griffin Hawkins: Well..I saw a man who's been a friend of mine for years...Marquis Laveaux..he had imprisoned me..or whoever in a Dungeon

With that...I see the expression on his face turn to anger. He clearly was not happy to hear the mention of my old friend.

Kedron Williams: Marquis Laveaux....I should have killed that bastard when I had the chance.

Rinoa Williams: Kedron please...calm down.

Griffin Hawkins: Did I miss something here?...

Kedron Williams: Centuries ago..Marquis Laveaux used to be my ally, my close confidant. I later found out he was only getting close to me so he can steal my Book of Shadows. He's held it ever since. I swore the next time I see that snake in the grass, I'll put him six feet under.

Griffin Hawkins: Whoa...dude, I dunno what went on between you guys but time has passed. Marquis is different...he saved my life while I was some kid on the streets. He gave me a home and I trusted him from then on.

Kedron Williams: Oh you poor naive child. You don't see what this is. Your past life experience..it all makes sense. What you were seeing is obviously your great Grandfather..he took you in because he feels guilt for transgressions from centuries before. He's probably waiting to stab you in the back.

I did not want to believe it.

Griffin Hawkins: That's not true...he's changed..

Rinoa Williams: People can change Kedron..you did.

Kedron Williams: One, I was not exactly willing at the time, and two? I was without a soul so, different circumstance.

Griffin Hawkins: Maybe if I just ask him for the book....

Kedron Williams: And what? He'll just gladly hand it over and you two will hold hands and skip off into the sunset because you're such great friends? You don't get it Griffin..him stealing my Book of Shadows is an act of war. This isn't some priceless antique he stole..this is an ancient tome that can bring the dead back to life..a tome that is STILL in his possession. Yet he has never told you that..has he?

Griffin Hawkins: ...No.

Kedron Williams: Just as I thought. That lowly degenerate is only going to lead you to ruin Hawkins, if I were you..I'd cut the cord and fast. If he was such a good friend..he would've told you all this a long time ago.

I really didn't want to hear anymore of this, I finally had answers..but not the ones I was prepared for.

Griffin Hawkins: ...I think I should go. You guys have a good night...

Kedron Williams: Farewell for now.

Rinoa Williams: You have a good night Griffin.

I wave to them before walking away...I wanted answers and I got them. But I also felt betrayed. Was everything he said about Marquis true? Did he really keep this from me because he's waiting to betray me? Or is it because he wanted to protect me? So much I wanted to tell him..but I had a feeling the truth would hurt even more.


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The cameras come to the rooftop of the hotel. I stand uptop, looking out at the city below me. All the lights, all the cars going all over the road. With my hands in my leather jacket, I look out at everything, almost surreal that I am back. The sun is going down as I begin to speak.


"Here I am again...Las Vegas Nevada...Sin City. Honestly, I never thought i'd be back here. When this company closed its doors years ago...I honestly thought it was over. There was so many things I never got to do. That changed last year when I made my return at this very event. The first goal I set out to do...was become Roulette Champion, and I won it at Into The Void. Now here I stand a year later, STILL the Roulette Champion. With my combined reigns, I have surpassed Goth and Kristopher Ryans as the longest reigning Roulette Champion in SCW history. I have faced challenger after challenger, and turned them all back. But now, the one man who I've never faced before, one man that I've never beaten before, one man who has what it takes to end it all....is looking to take what's mine. Jack Russow..only 18 years of age and he's already taken SCW by storm and demand that we take him seriously. Well, there is nobody who takes him more seriously than I do. He wants to be champion more than anything in the world."


Jack Russow was on the rise, the same way that I was when I came back. Unlike Travis Levitt, I wasn't trying to overlook  him.


"You seem to take offense to when I told you that you reminded me of myself when I was your age. I dunno if you were drinking that promo..or maybe Mark Cross hit you too hard...but what I did was what we call in this business..a compliment. I wasn't looking to disrespect you, I was looking to tell you that you got a lot of heart kid, but you allow your emotions to get the better of you. Now you went on and on about how your Daddy abused you...how your band failed to take off..the whole nine. With all due respect Jacky...I am not your marriage counselor, I'm not here to listen to your problems. I suggest you go to Dr.Phil or hire a psychiatrist so you can tell him or her your issues. This isn't a pissing contest over who has the worst homelife, this is a match for one of the most important titles in our industry..and if you don't get your shit together and get serious, you're gonna end up blowing the biggest opportunity of your life. "


I almost wish I could go over to Kedron and Rinoa's bar...but I felt like I had a job to do.


"You say that your loss to Mark Cross changed something in you....I think it may have broke something in you. Because lately since then, you've been going all over social media saying how you don't deserve this..you don't deserve that. If you're expecting a pity party from everybody, then you came to the wrong place my friend. You can say that it ignited a fire in you that hasn't burned in a long time...but saying something and proving something are two entirely different things. But hey...I may be wrong here. Did the loss light a fire under your ass and motivate you...prove it. Come at me, take your best shot. Because I hold nothing back in these title matches whether it be friend or foe...I always put on the show of a life time. So if you are as motivated as you say you are...then that's gonna make this match all the more interesting."


I can feel the wind blowing on this spring night as I walk across the roof.


"You've mentioned before that you respect me. Let me tell you one of the reasons you should respect me. See, while you high school in the backseat of your Daddy's car..trying to get some off old Mary Jane Rotten Crotch, I was main eventing shows, winning titles, and helping make this company a place for people like you to work in. See, I respect you because you got good hustle, you got everything it takes to be a major player in this company..but the only thing holding you back is your negative attitude. I've been there pal..it ain't gonna get you anywhere. So you can talk about how you've trained long for this, how you are looking to make name for yourself by beating me..but if you're facing me, you better get serious man...because I play to win. I'm not here to play second fiddle."


Jack was like me a long time ago, maybe time would tell if he matured.


"And all this self depreciating shit that you do time and time again..you say you can't lace my boots, you can't beat me, I'm better than you...whatever whatever. If you're feeling all that...then you should NOT be in this match. If you're not confident enough to win, then you've already lost. Me, even when I'm up against somebody who's bigger and tougher than me..I go in with confidence knowing that if my opponent makes one mistake, I'll find a way to win. I don't yell or scream like an angry overgrown child saying that I can't win. The more you don't believe that you can't beat me, the less of a chance you have in actually walking out with the Roulette Title. Because if you don't think you can beat me, then maybe you should stay home and binge watch Tiger King or something and let me fight another contender...but if I know you, you're not gonna do that. You know how I know?"


A small chuckle escapes my mouth.


"Because I used to be you. I was like you Jack...I had a chip on my shoulder, I believed that I had to be successful no matter what, I believed the world owed me something. Sure, you could have a few wins under your belt..some recognition as a mainstay, but that ain't good enough for guys like you and me is it? No it isn't. It wasn't good enough for me when I arrived here in SCW. After escaping the corrupt politics of a previous company, I wanted to prove myself just like you want to by beating me and taking the Roulette gold. For the first time in a long time I am facing someone who has just about the same hustle, the same fire, the same determination as I to be the man to beat in Sin City. But I can't allow you to get by me. Because every time I had a threat to my legacy, I had to snuff them out...you can't be the first, but you will be the next."


I know for a fact that Jack was desperate at this point after his loss, I honestly didn't know how he was gonna come at me, but I had to prepare.


"Don't think I haven't heard about your Dad Jack. Your Dad..hell of a wrestler. He's a pretty big deal around these parts. See, like you I come from an important legacy. But you know what the difference is between you and me? I escaped my family's shadow. I left it all behind and I got my name out there my way...I didn't have to have a million people surround me on social media to build me up because I don't got enough confidence in myself. You on the other hand...you are STILL in your old man's shadow. You walk like him, you wrestle like him, you let it define you despite trying to show how much you are unlike him. My legacy is defined by me and only me. Can you say the same? No. But a good start would be if you were to unseat me as Champion."


I look down at the city once again..all the bright lights.


"Do you even know what type of match you're gonna face me in Jack? You have any idea what that Roulette Wheel is gonna stop on? No..you don't. But neither do I. In a lot of my matches...I had zero idea on what kind of match I was gonna fight in. In the last year I've been in Ladder Matches, Cage Matches, Submission Matches, Deathmatches, Falls Count Anywhere Matches, I had to fight in a pool of pudding in women's Lingerie, shit, I had to defend my gold in a Scottish Bar surrounded by people who wanted to kick my ass..and each time I retained my title. Do you know what awaits you? Do you know what awaits us? Neither of us know...that's why you need to stop whining and crying like a little girl about how Daddy didn't love you enough or how he didn't make it to your little league games or dance recitals or whatever it that's got you pissy these days. I dunno what's to come of this..but all I know is..somebody is gonna go down in a Blaze of Glory."


I walk off, leaving the roof as the camera crew pack everything in.

  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.

 In my SCW career...I have fought many tough opponents...Alex Jones, Austin James Mercer, Mark Cross and many others. Now...I face the biggest challenge of all....

...getting my wife the perfect Valentine's Day gift.

She told me that I didn't need to get her anything, that's the oldest trick in the book...she's expecting me to get an extravagant gift. I had to get her something nice...my match can wait. As I walked around the mall, I looked for any kind of gift Taylor would want. I then heard a voice call me from a distance.

"Hey Griff!"

I look and see its none other than Kate Steele who rushes up to me.

Griffin Hawkins: Kate, hey! Good to see you!

Kate Steele: Thanks! I kinda get the feeling why you're here...last minute Valentine's Day gifts for Taylor?

Griffin Hawkins: What can I say? I'm a hopeless romantic...

Kate Steele: Nothing says romance like shopping like mad for the perfect gift..I hope you got the money for it..

Griffin Hawkins: Got that covered, but what are you doing here?

Kate Steele: Oh just mall shopping, looking for something awesome to wear on our tour.

I had a feeling it wasn't for Valentine's day...things between her and Teddy weren't exactly good right now.

Griffin Hawkins: Listen..I'm hoping I'm not coming between you and Teddy with all that's gone on. I mean no matter what happens between me and him he is still your husband.

She puts her hand on my shoulder.

Kate Steele: Griff..it's okay. You're not coming between anybody. Teddy can blame you all he wants, but he brought this on himself. I finally get what you've been trying to tell me all those months ago...I've been so busy trying to pad his ego, I forgot who I was. And besides, what example would I be setting for my little girl if I just stood idly by as Teddy was making sexist comments? If anything you woke me up and I decided to do what I should've done a long time ago..so thank you.

Griffin Hawkins: Well..you're welcome.

We begin walking.

Kate Steele: So..you ready for your big match with Travis?

Griffin Hawkins: Oh yeah, looking to beat his ass once again.

Kate Steele: It's kinda funny when you think about it..

Griffin Hawkins: What?...

Kate Steele: This year instead of Valentine's Day candy..you two are gonna be bashing each other over the heads with that title..

Griffin Hawkins: I'll make sure this is a Valentine's Day he'll never forget...but I wanna do something special...

Kate Steele: Tell me you're not gonna show up with flowers and candy at his hotel room...

Griffin Hawkins: Are you kidding? He's not even my type! But I wanna do something special for him for this...festive day...

Kate Steele: Hmm...well you could get him Valentines..

Griffin Hawkins: ....are you serious?

Kate Steele: Griff come on...this is the type of holiday where you tell someone how you REALLY feel....in your own way...

I was starting to get what she was saying, and it sounded genius.

Griffin Hawkins: You know...I think I am gonna get some Valentines Day cards..a whole lot of them.

Kate Steele: I'll help you out with them!

And so we go off and get ourselves some cards...this was gonna be interesting....



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Cameras come to what looks to be...a fireplace. A living room setting this time. I sit in the chair in black jeans and a red sweater. The Roulette Title rests on the table beside me as I have what looks to be folded envelopes by my chair.

"You know what's a good Holiday?...Valentine's Day. A time of love, a time of appreciation, a time to show your girlfriend, your wife, or the object of your desire exactly how you feel. And how fitting it is that SCW celebrates this special time of year by breaking hearts...someone's gonna be the new Internet Champion, we're gonna see a heart get broken as only one man will leave with the SCW World Heavyweight Title...and we'll also see the return of Travis Levitt to the Roulette Division as he challenges me for the gold. Personally..I thought I was rid of him, but like a psychotic ex girlfriend, he just keeps coming back. And now, I have to deal with him. But it doesn't hurt to soften the blow with a little Valentines before this match begins.."

I open the first Valentine addressed to him.

"Roses are Red..Violets are blue...who's walking out with the Roulette Title? Definitely not you."

I slyly smile as I sit back.

"You look at me as some kind of evil bastard Travis..and why? Just because I took your title? Just because you got injured in the process? Just because you had to sit and watch me defend the title that you used to hold? I only did what I did because that is what we do for a living.
For the last 15 years I've been all over the world winning gold, selling out arenas. Someone like you has been around long enough to know that this is a sport where we fight for a living and injuries happen. I'm not blame for your downfall...you are. Yet you choose to put on this poor me act, blaming everyone for what's gone wrong in your life. That is why you're where you're at now..that is why your career has stalled. Because you can't accept responsibility for yourself and would rather deflect everything wrong in life on other people...once this title match happens, there will be no more excuses. Because once again I will prove to you and the world that I am the rightful champion."

I then pull out what looks to be another Valentine. I open it and read it.

"You were bitter...angry and selfish from the start...on Valentine's day...I will rip out your heart."

Sounded gory..but I liked it.

"I can see why you hate me Travis. Because in the last eight months I've been doing what you couldn't do. I put the Roulette Title on the map by defending it against anyone and everyone who stepped up for a challenge. It didn't matter who it was against, I fought them and won. No matter what match the wheel stopped on..I won the match...the bar was raised, I went above it, it was raised again..I went above it. All the while you were sitting at home bitterly watching it happen, realizing that that could have been you. So you decided to come back and try and regain the gold you lost. But the same thing is gonna continue to happen, I'll go out there and against all odds...leave with the Roulette Title raised high in the air."

I kick my feet on the table.

"After you lost the Roulette Title to me, you claim you hit rock bottom with xWo and PCWA closing. Trust me dude...you haven't hit rock bottom yet. At My Bloody Valentine 3 is where you'll REALLY hit rock bottom, because after you lose to me once again...you're not gonna know what to do with yourself. All the months of training, all the preparation, all the studying of our match....is all gonna go down the drain. When I locked the Lucky 13 on you...it did not take you long to tap out...and with the many submissions I have at my disposal, who's to say that I won't do it again? I mean lately...I have been tapping people out in that ring, and it would be poetic justice if you did so again."

I pull what looks to be another envelope out, opening it and revealing another Valentine's day card.

"The Roulette Title is the best..the owner has proven it...someone like you would only ruin it.."

I make a "oh snap" face as I toss it aside.

"Let's say you lose this match Travis...where do you go from here? Right now I am 2 and 0 against you in Roulette Title....what's gonna happen when I beat you for the third time in a row? What happens to you? Do you decide to pack your bags and hightail it off to whatever sick decrepit place that you call home? Or do you continue to come at me, knowing The Jukebox Hero is gonna kick your ass every night of the week? Either way, I don't care. Some would say I got nothing left to prove to you Travis...but I see it differently. Because I've been at the top of the Roulette Division, and me beating the man who once ran the yard once again...would put a huge feather in my cap..

But then there was another possibility.

"But let's say you DO indeed win Travis? I mean anything can happen in a sport like this. If by some miracle of happenstance..you do win, you're the Roulette Champion. But how long do you hold onto it? I mean we got a number one contender's match with three hungry superstars wanting to get a shot at this very gold...more importantly, who's to say you'd survive a rematch with me? Teddy Warren Steele beat me for this title..and no matter how much he avoided me, he STILL had to put the title on the line. And what ended up happening? All it took was one try for me to get the gold back. So who's to say your reign will last long IF you win the title?"

I grab the title, slowly rising up out of my chair.

"But let's not worry about that Travis. Because the time for what ifs is over. For the last month you've been running around telling anyone who'd listen that i'm at fault for your downfall..and now this is your chance to make it all right by beating me for the same belt that I took off you. There are so many matches we could have...a Cage Match, a submission match..me personally I am hoping for a Street Fight so we can fight all over the streets of Tampa Florida. This match is gonna be one hell of a battle...but only one of us can leave as champion...so in closing I say...Happy Valentine's day."

I leave with the title as the camera crew pack everything up.

  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.

  Not only was the Supercard coming up..but so was Christmas. I had to do a lot of holiday shopping not just for my family..but for Taylor's family as well. I had a long day ahead of me. But thankfully Charles was with me to help me out..but something told me he was eager to find out what I was gonna get him this year for the holidays. We walked through the mall as he was pestering me...asking me what I was gonna get him.

Charles Hawkins: Sooo..am I getting a new car?

Griffin Hawkins: Do I look like Oprah to you?

[Charles Hawkins: Okay fine...is it a new TV?

Griffin Hawkins: Not really...besides you got a big screen months ago, you don't need another.

Charles Hawkins: Okay...is it a new laptop?

Griffin Hawkins: Don't tell me you already destroyed your new one...

Charles Hawkins: You know, you're really not making this easy Griff..

Griffin Hawkins: I thought you came along to help me do some Christmas shopping..instead you're grilling me about what I'm gonna get you.

Charles Hawkins: Of course I'm here to help. But this is the holidays and some of that shopping involves me. I mean what kind of brother would you be if you got me nothing?

Griffin Hawkins: Look, you're not exactly an easy person to shop for..plus I'm shopping for someone even harder than you?

Charles Hawkins: And who would that be?

Griffin Hawkins: .....Mark Cross.

He then stops, looking at me as if I had an extra two heads.

Charles Hawkins: Please tell me this is a joke...

Griffin Hawkins: No..it's not a joke.

Charles Hawkins: Seriously Griff..how hard did the Good Shepherds hit you? This is a guy who wants to take everything you've ever worked for this year, and you're going holiday shopping for him?

Griffin Hawkins: I know it sounds crazy..but come on bro, it's Christmas. This isn't somebody like Bill Barnhart or Teddy Warren who were out to end my career, he's still a friend. So I wanna get him something to show there's no hard feelings...

Charles Hawkins: Hmm..I'll tell you what. You focus on Mark Cross, and I'll worry about the Holiday shopping. Deal?

Griffin Hawkins: Uh..sure okay..

I had a feeling he had an ulterior motive. He rushed off as I walked down, trying to think of what kind of gift to get Mark. As I walk by the Santa house in the middle of the mall...I see what looks to be Alice who's dressed as an elf...

Griffin Hawkins: Alice?..

Alice Knight: Hey stranger! Wow this is a small mall...not literally...

Griffin Hawkins: I had no idea you worked here..

Alice Knight: It's some extra bucks, the outfit feels kinda funny, but you get used to it after a while.

Griffin Hawkins: Sooo..am I gonna get any free Keebler Cookies?

Alice Knight: That's an entirely different Elf...so whats up?...

Before I can finish...out of the house comes none other than...Santa Claus.

Santa Claus: Ho Ho Ho...Merry Christmas!

Griffin Hawkins: Uh...hi..

Santa Claus: And what brings you here little boy?..

Griffin Hawkins: Um...I'm shopping for a friend for Christmas....

I didn't know how to take it..but he laughed.

Santa Claus: And have you found the right gift?

Griffin Hawkins: Not really...

Santa Claus: Worry not! I'll help you find the perfect gift for your friend!

I look to Alice as if to say "is this guy for real"? she just shrugs, as if she's telling me to go for it.

Griffin Hawkins: Um...sure...Santa...

Clearly this guy had been hitting the Egg Nog too much...but at least I would have help in picking out a gift for Mark, maybe this guy could actually help me...

Santa Claus: Let's be on our way! Ho Ho Ho!

Why do I got a bad feeling about this?....

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Well then, I now had help in picking out a gift for Mark with help from...well...I guess Santa Claus. I figured if I was gonna get him something, it had to be a gift from the heart. So me and Jolly Ol St.Nick walked around the mall....causing quite a scene, it's not every day you go holiday shopping with Chris Kringle.

Griffin Hawkins: Just one question Santa...did you ever give Coca Cola permission to use your likeness for their products?

Santa Claus: Ho Ho...not that I can remember. They've been on my naughty list for quite a while..

Griffin Hawkins: I can only imagine how the Polar Bears must be feeling...anyways, what would be the perfect gift for Mark?..

Santa Claus: Well, what does he seem to enjoy?

Griffin Hawkins: Well he's got a thing for V Neck shirts...I guess I can start there.

And so, we stopped at The Gap. I went inside and went to the shirt section and saw what looked to be various colors of v-neck shirts. I noticed a black one.

Griffin Hawkins: Hmm...I think he'd like this...

I went to get one, but then I notices some big tanned dude with blonde hair and tattoos grab it.

Duke Powers: Oh excuse me bro...I didn't seeya there.

Griffin Hawkins: Uh..no problem man...

Duke Powers: So tell me bro...does this v-neck fill my body out or what?..

With that, he begins flexing his muscles like he's some kind of bodybuilder....I then decide maybe this isn't the right gift at the right time...so I quickly made my exit out of there as Santa was waiting.

Griffin Hawkins: ...they were all out...

Santa Claus: Oh...that's a shame. Well..what are Mark's hobbies?

Griffin Hawkins: Well I know he likes to play guitar every now and then...we even had a jam session months ago.

Santa Claus: Well then, you have your answer!

We went to the Guitar shop where I saw the many guitars around me...I know I should be shopping for Mark...but I felt like a kid in a candy store. I grab a guitar and begin to play a...certain riff...

..but of course the clerk stopped me, pointing to the sign.



Griffin Hawkins: ...Damn it...

I continued to play many Les Paul guitars...all I could think about is how happy this was going to make him. I bought a black Epiphone Les Paul..but something seemed off after I came out of the store as Santa was waiting on me.

Santa Claus: Ho Ho Ho! Looks like you got Mark the best gift ever!

Griffin Hawkins: I did but....something about this doesn't seem right. I mean I got him this guitar...but I feel I haven't gotten him a real gift...

Santa Claus: Ah but Griffin..you've forgotten, you have already given him a gift this year, and you haven't even realized it yet.

Griffin Hawkins: ..What could it be?..

Santa Claus: Just think...

Then the light bulb went off in my head..of course I got him a gift...

Griffin Hawkins: ...The Roulette Title Match, of course!

Santa Claus: That's right..you gave him the greatest gift of all..a chance to achieve his goal.

Griffin Hawkins: I guess I never really thought of it like that before. I guess I owe you a thanks uh....

Santa Claus: Just call me Santa! Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas!

I was still not convinced this guy was the real deal, but he did help me out. I gave Mark a gift...and now I got more to give him...

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Cameras come to the Santa section of the mall where I am sitting in the chair, the Santa hat on my head and the SCW Roulette Title around my shoulder.


I smile as I kick back, relaxing on the chair.


"Maybe it's the little kid in me, but I love Christmas. A time of giving..a time of spending time with your friends and loved ones. But what I like most of all..is giving gifts. That's right, as cheesy as it sounds, it's better to give...than receive. That's why I am giving Mark Cross a shot at this Roulette Title. A shot that he so richly deserves. But does that mean I am handing it to him on a silver platter? No...he wouldn't want it that way. Cross is a man of honor and he wants to earn it. And so...I'm gonna give him the gift that keeps on giving..a bona fide ass kicking at the hands of The Jukebox Hero. And I know he's gonna give me a gift as he comes out swinging. In this festive season, we need to remember that giving is just as important as getting."


I never really thought of that before...maybe Santa was onto something.


"I agree with you Mark..you have come a long way. You've gone from an unknown..to a contender all in the span of a few months. Not many people can say that. When I came here I had a following. People knew with my reputation that it wouldn't be long till I won gold..and they turned out to be right. You..you came in with nothing. No one knew who you were, but you made sure that they know who you are as you fought in the Underground...and made your way to this stage in your career..fighting for the Roulette Championship. That I admire. But at the same time, I see you as a threat. Weeks ago you were able to knock off Teddy Steele, a former Roulette Champion. I watched from backstage and I saw for myself that you are for real. Now, I'm not gonna be like most others and overlook you saying..oh you got no chance..anyone can get lucky. Because I know for a fact that you are indeed the future of this company and you're wanting to stake your claim as that by taking my gold...but unfortunately on this night, I gotta make sure that that doesn't happen as you go home with no gift in your stocking."


One of the Elves come by with a tray of cookies for me. I take one, taking a bite out of it before he walks away.


"Some would say that Mark Cross is being greedy this year...he already has the Double Down Tag Team Championships...but yet, he wants the Roulette Title. Do I see it as greedy? Yes. Is it bad? No. Because as Gordon Gekko said...Greed for lack of a better word is good. Hell, I didn't get where I am today just by sitting patiently and waiting my turn. I wanted something..I reached out and took it. I wanted the Internet Title, I reached out and took it. I wanted the Roulette Title...I reached out and took it.....twice. And as we wind down the last weeks of 2019, Mark Cross wants to reach out and take the Roulette gold. But I too wanna be greedy this holiday season and hold on to my belt. Greed is one of the deadliest of sins...and it's gonna drive us both."


Mark Cross was someone I had a respect for..he represented the same things I did. I almost didn't want to face him.


"I respect you too Mark. You and Valentina have been tearing it up on the Underground. You earned what you have today...just like I have. You know what it's like to be a champion..to have to go through the ringer and fight everyone who steps up. You know why some people like Teddy Warren, Jake Raab and other people hate us? Because they are jealous. They've been gift wrapped opportunities like a brand new Christmas present and they wasted them..we've earned our opportunities and made the best of them. That's why in this match, I want you to come at me like you WANT this belt. This is a belt that'll put you on the map on Climax Control..and if you are successful, I'll shake your hand and tell you face to face that on this night you are the better man..and I know if I am victorious...you'll do the exact same thing. So I say...may the best man win."


I readjust the title on my shoulder.


"The two of us are also getting a gift...but it's a surprise. See, the match on the Roulette Wheel is a surprise Christmas present waiting to be opened! And like a couple of kids rushing down on Christmas morning, anxious to see what Santa left us under the tree...we could be getting anything! It could be...a ladder match. It could be a cage match. It could be a falls count anywhere match...the possibilities are endless! Either way...I will accept whatever the terms of the match will be once the bell rings. Because throughout 2019 I have been defending this title in every kind of match...hell, I even defended this title in a mud match...proof that you never know what kind of match you'll have. Maybe it'll be in your favor....maybe it'll be in mine. All I know is...I have to do whatever it takes to win."


This really was a mixed bag in more ways than one...what kind of match would I get?


"I'm sure you have been a good boy this year Mark...but if you were to lose, I hope it wouldn't turn you into a bad boy. But no...you're too honorable to stay from that.

Whenever you lose, you pick yourself up and get back in the game like a true athlete does..just like I do. Wherever our careers go after this first ever one on one meeting, we'll be the ones to watch in 2020. Some would say the two of us are future World Heavyweight Champions....I can almost picture myself holding the richest prize in the game sometime in 2020. Who knows?...but that's not today...today I have to fight you for the right to be called the Roulette Champion."


I slowly rise up.


"In the last Supercard of the year...we open the card with two of the best that SCW has to offer. In all of my defenses I have had in 2019...I consider you the biggest threat of all. I knew from the moment you earned your chance at a title....you'd come for mine. I knew that you would look to make your claim that you are without a doubt the real deal. But as much pressure that's on you...it's on me as well to go out there and put on the show of a lifetime...the only way The Jukebox Hero knows how. Two men..only one will leave the champion. And I know how bad you want it to be you...but it can't happen, not on my watch. You want my title....come and get it? At December 2 Dismember...The Dragon...is gonna get Jingle Bell Rocked....Merry Christmas.."


I take the belt and walk away as the camera crew begin to pack it in and call it a night.