It’s a quarter til eight o’clock in the morning as a loud buzzing sound fills the one bedroom apartment in downtown Port Charlotte. A partially cupped hand snakes its way out from underneath the covers as it reaches up towards the snooze button on top of the digital alarm clock. A strong groan follows as the presses down on the button. The sound dies down for at least five minutes. As the hand is making its way back under the covers, a bright light shines inside the room as more groaning can be heard.

The same hand that snoozed the alarm, picks up the small device sitting on the nightstand. The light illuminates a pair of grey eyes as Violet tilts her head up to look at her phone screen. At first, she thought it was the alarm on her phone about to go off but instead it was a text from her daddy. Violet reads the text silently before typing a response. After sending the text, Violet places her phone back down but before she could lay her head back down. Two beams of light peek through her blinds. “Alright, I’ll get my carcass out of bed,” she mumbles to herself. Violet sighs heavily as she flings her covers off.

A few minutes later, Violet is standing in front of the bathroom mirror. Her platinum blonde hair is a tangled mess as she just stares at her reflection. “You’re a hot mess,” a voice rings out. Violet shows a halfhearted smile as she turns her head to see her young sister Shelby standing in the doorway. “What are you doing here?” asks Violet. Shelby smiles as she steps into the bathroom and begins to help her big sister. “Daddy asked me to check on you,” answers Shelby. Violet lightly chuckles as she works to untangle her hair.

Hours have passed as the two sisters are sitting together around the small table near the kitchen. “How long is daddy going to be in Los Angeles?” asks Violet. “I got no clue,” answers Shelby. Violet sips on her coffee as Shelby is swirling a bagel around her finger. “We really should get going,” she tells her sister. “I know Shelby. I just hate being up before 10 AM,” replies Violet. Shelby smiles as she puts the bagel down. “You know dad won’t let you sleep that late. Especially when it’s a training day. Heck, he barely lets me sleep in anymore,” says Shelby. “I know Shel but a girl needs her beauty sleep,” she responds with a giggle. Shelby nods her head as they finish their breakfast. Violet rinses our her mug as Shelby heads off to brush her teeth. As Violet is heading back towards her bedroom, her phone vibrates in her pocket. She quickly pulls out to see her father calling. She swipes left and puts the phone on speaker.

“Hi daddy,” she starts. “Hello angel,” he greets back. “Where are you?” she asks him.  “I’m still in Los Angeles,” he softly responds as Shelby steps back into the living room. Violet lifts her hand up towards Shelby. The slight nod of her head is enough to tell Violet that she will remain quiet. “Have you started your training?” her dad asks. Violet looks at her sister as Shelby is running her fingers through her own blonde hair. “I’m just about to head towards the gym,” she fibs. Her dad already knew the answer as Violet’s eyes widen. “I thought you wanted to prove me wrong,” he mentions as Violet is starting to get a little nervous. “I will prove that I’m ready for the big leagues,” she retorts. “Show me,” he says before ending the call. Violet screams as she lets those two words linger in her mind. “Don’t say a word,” she mutters while looking at her sister. Shelby holds up both hands as Violet storms out of the room.

I don’t know what’s more nerve racking, making your debut for a new company or trying live up to your father’s high standards. Don’t get me wrong, I love my daddy but it’s not easy living up to his legacy. It’s a good thing my opponent Bea Barnhart is in the same boat. She has to live up to her husband’s legacy. Talk about pressure but if I want to prove my daddy wrong then I need to overcome the pressure. How will I do it? Guess we will find out when the time comes.

It’s a little past nine o’clock in the morning as Violet has begun her training regimen. Shelby is off on the other side working on her own thing. Violet is really working on building up her strength in her legs. She knows that will be the one area she has an advantage over Bea Barnhart. “I have to beat this lady,” she repeats to herself like it’s on loop. Shelby comes running over with a smile on her face. “Hey Vi,” she says into her ear. “What Shelby?” asks Violet. “Do you want to get some in ring practice in today? I’ll be your practice dummy,” Shelby answers. Violet nods her head as both girls make a beeline for the one ring near the far right of the gym.

Thirteen minutes later, Violet is sitting on the ring apron. Shelby comes walking back over holding two bottles of water. Violet takes one and proceeds to do a cheers with her sister. They each take a sip of water while taking a moment to rest their bones. Violet looks at the wall which shows all of the championships her father had won over his career. “Why do you this to yourself?” Shelby asks blatantly. Violet shrugs her shoulders while taking a long gulp of her water. “Why do I do what to myself?” she responds with a question of her own. “You are always challenging our father and putting all this pressure on yourself. It can’t be healthy,” Shelby says with a concerned tone. Violet takes a few minutes to gather her thoughts when the bells above the front door jingle. Shelby turns her head and smiles. Violet keeps her eyes pointed towards the floor as Shelby waves her hand towards the door. “Hi daddy,” she shouts. Dustin waves back while greeting some of his students and coaches. He continues to make his way towards his daughters. “Hello girls,” he finally says as he gets close to them.

“When did you get back?” asks Shelby. “I just got back into town a few hours ago. How’s the training coming kiddo?” He wonders while placing a hand on Violet’s shoulder. She lifts her eyes up as they connect with his eyes. Dustin knows what she is going through and can tell she is having strong doubts. “Dad, am I ever going to be as good as you?” She asks. “That remains to be seen but I know you have the potential to be greater. You just have trust your abilities and utilize the God given talent that got you a Sin City Wrestling contract,” he answers followed by a soft kiss on top of her head. Violet smiles at him as she and Shelby resume their sparring match. Dustin watches while offering constructive criticism towards both of his offspring.

January fifth in Atlanta, Georgia will be a night that the SCW nation will never forget. Two fresh bombshells will clash in a match that could steal the show. That’s what I’m looking to do this Sunday. How about you Bea? Are you up to the challenge? Are you ready to create your own path? That’s what I’m going to do instead of trying to carry on a legacy. Trust me, I know where I come from and I’m proud of my daddy. I’m proud to carry on the Holt name in the wrestling business but I can’t emulate him.

I get it. You want to impress the world and show that you are more than arm candy for Bill Barnhart. The fact that you have to add the word beautiful as your moniker tells me how low your self esteem is these days. I’m well aware that I can be described as a hot mess. Heck, I know that a lot of guys usually get a neck cramp when I walk past them. That doesn’t bother me because I know who I am. I’m not coming into this match hoping to do my best. I know I’m going to give my very best. I just have a few questions. Will you be able to stand on your own two feet? Are you able to keep up? The reason I ask these questions Bea is because I’m not real sure you are ready for this wrestling match. Mainly because you are just stepping into this lifestyle because of your husband. This life is not for the weak at heart and if you keep going you will lose yourself. Another thing I have noticed is that you have a more technical wrestling style. That’s fine with me but with my speed and agility are you going to be able to match me move for move. Not to mention, I’m trained in the art of submission wrestling and have been known to get very kick happy.

Look, I’m not trying to discourage you from trying but I am hoping you realize what is bound to happen. When we clash on Climax Control, I will hold nothing back. So bring it on Bea because one purple rainmaker will make all the difference.

 

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The sun was peaking through the clouds as Jimmy is standing out front of the Gamer Inc office. He has been feeling a little depressed after the last few outings. He had been trying to figure out what to do next. While he was thinking, he could feel the cool breeze brush across his skin.

Jimmy: This weather sure is lovely.

Jimmy comments as he is sits on a low wall made out of brick. He was watching some squirrels chase each other when a hand lightly touches his shoulder. Jimmy looks up to see his father Mason Andrews standing next to him.

Mason: What are you thinking about son?

Mason Andrews, the twin brother of Travis Nathaniel Andrews, is a former wrestler in his own right. He has sense become a prominent legal lawyer.

Jimmy: I'm thinking about whether this Gamer Inc was a good idea. I swear it would make people respect us more.

Mason: Is that really what you are worried about Jimmy? You worried about getting respect. You have been hanging around your uncle for too long.

Jimmy looks at his father with a look of confusion on his face.

Jimmy: I don't think it would be so hard to finally gain some respect for once. My friends and I have worked so hard to finally be considered a potential threat.

Mason takes a seat next to his son while looking out onto the horizon.

Mason: Respect isn't something you can just pick off a tree. It's earned through hardwork. That is something you and your friends have been doing since you first signed. I'm sure your cousin could use this advice.

Jimmy scrunches up his lips as Jack steps out onto the ledge. He is carrying a plate full of Buffalo Wings.

Stewart: Anybody up for some wings?

Jimmy smiles while taking a few pieces. Mason waves him off as Jack takes a few himself.

Jimmy: What are you doing here Jack?

Jack takes a bite out of his wing and looks at Jimmy. He mumbles with meat in his mouth. Jimmy shakes his head while laughing. As tears slowly form in his eyes, Beverly and Char join the two men and Jimmy's father.

Char: Are you two going share?

She teases while snatching some wings off the tray. Beverly is quietly picking Mason's brain as Char is arm wrestling Jack.

Jimmy: Where did you two come from?

Jimmy is trying to figure out how both of them showed up without even calling.

Milsap: We were just upstairs when we smelt wings.

Beverly tosses back a few wings herself as Jimmy shakes his head. Jack was grinning as both Beverly and Jimmy took a minute to glance at each other. Char notices the two of them as a light bulb goes off over her head.

Char: Have you guys thought about filming a promo together for Sin City Wrestling?

Beverly shrugs as Jimmy rubs his chin. Char looks at both of them while holding up her cell phone. Jimmy and Beverly look at each other as Char presses the record button.
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Climax Control in San Jose, California will be one of historic proportions. Team Eggplant has been impressive as a mixed tag team since they arrived. They have beaten everyone put before them. However, they have not faced a team quite like Gamer Inc. I know the drill. You think because we have lost more than we have won that we don't deserve this opportunity. Sierra thinks we don't think about our losses. That's just not true. We acknowledge our shortcomings so we know where we need to improve for the next time out. Since she brought it up, Jack and I nearly beat Alex and Austin. They had no real answer for us. Amy Santino got a lucky break against Char.

Respect! That is the keyword in this contest. It's not just about the championships. Jimmy and I are going to compete for the first time. Which means, you will have no idea what we can bring to the table. Jimmy is a technically gifted athlete while I love to fly around like a reckless bird. We complement each other very well. We share a common bond that we are tired of getting overlooked because of what we love to do outside of wrestling. What we do is really no business of yours. It's our lives and we will live it how we see fit. Now when it comes to our in ring work. No one can question our work ethic. We arrive early and leave late. When was the last time either of you did that. When was the last time you actually gave your opponent the benefit of a doubt.

Don't waste your breath Bev. You know damn well Lachlan Kane and Sierra are looking down at us. They don't believe we have the skills to embarrass them. They think we are an easy victory just like everyone else has said about us. I guess they forgot about what happens when you underestimate us. The Metal Maniacs did that in our debut match and what happened. They got a broken console for their efforts. I have full confidence that we can take those belts off them. It's obvious that Sierra wants to be on her own. Not to mention Lachlan has been a bust after his previous bouts. Both individuals will find out that we aren't playing games this Sunday.

If they don't understand that then maybe we will have to make it very clear for them. Do we need to write it out for them? Do we need to send it into all news stations? Team Eggplant was a hot ticket item when they first arrived but now they are old news. They no longer fit the mold. Jimmy and I will send them packing. We aren't afraid to go toe to toe with the very best. Win, lose or draw we always bring out very best.

Losing isn't an option this time around. I don't care if I need to tap into my own family's bag of tricks. I will do whatever it takes to help bring gold into the Gamer Inc camp. Team Eggplant had a great run. However their run has come to an end. Sierra and Lachlan, we have a broken console with your name on it. Consider this your only warning because NO GAMES will played.

 


Traffic was really backed up as Char Kwan is sitting in the passenger seat of Beverly Milsap's 2016 Toyota Corolla. The radio is playing a random song as the two ladies are mulling over what kind of graphics the new SCW Video Game would have and the kind of controlling system will be installed. Gamer Inc has seen a lot of action as of late and that could mean they were heading into the right direction.

"Are you nervous?" asks Beverly as they wait for the traffic to move.

"Am I nervous about what Bev?" counters Char.

"You know," she replies softly as Char leans her head back against the seat.

"Oh, you are talking about my first singles outing since coming to Sin City Wrestling," comments Char as Beverly nods her head.

Char thinks for a minute as Beverly lightly presses down on the gas. "This is a big step Char. Could this mean the end for Gamer Inc?" Beverly questions as Char shakes her head.

Before she could answer, her phone blows up with text messages from Jack and Jimmy. She smiles while looking over at Beverly.

"The guys are having so much fun with the game makers. Jack just texted saying he and Jimmy just finished their motion captures and are now playing a few of them in a game of Superfight," says Char as Beverly chuckles.

"I love that game. We should try and get a few of our coworkers to play the next time we are in the office. That would be a perfect live stream game," replies Beverly.

The traffic starts to move more as the girls pick up some speed. Char is scrolling through her social media while realizing nothing uplifting is being said. She then turns her head towards Beverly. "How's the boyfriend?" she asks as Beverly nearly chokes on her own spit.

"Um, he's great. He had to work this weekend otherwise I wouldn't be driving your ass to Las Vegas," jokes Beverly as Char laughs. "You know I didn't really need you to drive me. I do have my driver's license. I just only have one car and Hoyt is currently using it," replies Char.

Hoyt Buchanan is Char's boyfriend of three months. They met while Char was doing some grocery shopping. Char still doesn't quite know how she feels about him but knows he is a keeper. Beverly turns the radio to a KPop station as she looks back over at Char.

"Char, how are you going to fair against a hall of famer in Amy Marshall?" asks Beverly as Char takes a deep breath.

"I believe I have the same chance as everyone else. Amy Marshall is a solid talent who has done everything in this company. She is a hall of famer. She is a former champion. However, she tends to get very side tracked. Like recently, she has been in a very brutal war with that munchkin Apple Coren. I don't know what her deal is but I do know Amy will be slightly distracted when she faces me.

Before you ask, no I am not taking her lightly. I have seen what she can do in the ring and it is plum scary. She knows how to get the job done. Unfortunately, she has yet to face someone like me. Some might call me a hybrid since I am proficient in strikes, I am excellent in the grappling game and I can fly with the best of them. So to answer your question, I believe I will fair very well against Amy. Not because of her accolades but because I am quite certain I can take advantage of her self destruction," Char answers as Beverly safely changes lanes.

"Do you think she will say something about your hobby?" questions Beverly.

Char chuckles. "You mean play the same card as everyone else. I play video games. I make videos. I do all those things but my first priority will always be on professional wrestling. I have been competing since I was eighteen years old. I started on the small independent circuit before branching out. I am always looking to improve my abilities through different bouts and opponents. Alex Jones and Austin Mercer both think we don't belong here. I think Jack and Jimmy proved that we do. Amy Marshall will find out first hand that I am a third degree black belt in Taekwando. I am also efficient in Judo, Krav Maga, Muay Thai and BJJ. I'm lethal with me feet as well as the rest of my body. Amy has no real clue what is coming towards her. I'm battling to prove that Gamers can kick ass.

I am also here representing the Asian community because most Asians think they are better when they are not. This is my time to shine. Amy Marshall can say whatever she wants. She can call me whatever she likes. That won't change the facts. The Korean Flag will wave as tiny little trumpets play Amy a very sad lullaby. This Asian wants to play and I will come out on top. Sunday night is my night. No one will take it from me. I will leave Climax Control with a piece of Amy's Hyde. Amy you better not overlook me or you'll be screaming at the top of your lungs. I WANT A RESET. Until then, I will see you on Sunday. A Hall of Famer will get sliced by an Asian. Remember, MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU.

 
The following is considered to be off camera and should be treated as such thank you.
The temperature in Denver, Colorado has steadily been dropping as Beverly Milsap is sitting inside a ski lodge. Her left hand is holding a large white cup full with hot chocolate as the fire is going. She was enjoying some time with her boyfriend Shelton. Shelton Brown is a corporeal in the United States Army. He currently is stationed in Germany but had managed to get a week of leave to come home to Colorado. Beverly was all smiles as her legs were draped over his legs. She leans her head back while letting out a sigh.

Beverly: This is perfect.

Shelton runs a finger up her leg as she shivers a little.

Shelton: How is everything going with Gamer Inc?

Shelton knew Beverly was still trying to fit in with the group. She shrugs her shoulder while taking a sip of her hot chocolate.

Beverly: Im not sure how well it's going to work. Jack and Jimmy have welcomed me with open arms. Char and myself haven't had a chance to work together due to her always on the road. They crew is really amazing but my only worry is that I'm the weak link when it comes to the in ring work.

Shelton was taken aback from the last thing Beverly said. He had seen her compete back in Virginia and saw how comfortable she was in a wrestling ring. He knew this was just the nerves talking through.

Shelton: I have seen you wrestle before Bevy. I know how comfortable you are in the ring. I just think you are still trying to wrestle as an individual instead of a team player. Not that there is anything wrong with being an individual but when you are part of a team. You must put the goals of the unit first.

Beverly looks up at the ceiling when her phone goes off. She looks around the room as Shelton picks her phone up off the end table.

Shelton: Hello

He says softly into the receiver.

Char: Hello!? Is this Bev?

Shelton chuckles.

Shelton: No, this is her boyfriend.

Bev's eyes widen as she hears Shelton overemphasize the boyfriend part. The line goes quiet as Beverly's heart sinks lower in her chest. Beverly finally gathers herself and yanks the phone out of his hands.

Bev: Hey Char

Beverly can hear whispers through the phone as she looks over at Shelton. He is still laughing as Beverly eyes him.

Char: We had no idea you had a boyfriend Bev.

Bev: I try to keep my personal life private.

Char: I completely understand girl. I've kept my relationships out of the public. I am calling to let you know that you and Jack will be the ones who represent us on Climax Control.

The moment Char mentions that she would be getting the chance to redeem herself after failing miserably against London Underground blew her mind. Shelton is sitting on the ski lodge floor with a strange look on his face as Beverly pulls the phone away from her ear. Char's voice continues to echo through the receiver as Shelton quickly takes the phone before it dropped.

Char: Bev? Bev! Are you okay?

Shelton: I think she just blacked out. What did you say?

Char: All I said was she was going to be working with Jack as our representatives this week.

The tiny light bulb dings over top his head as he watches Beverly just wander around the room.
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Beverly's inner thoughts aka her match promo

I can't believe this is really going to happen. After my debacle against London Underground, I figured I would be sitting on the bench for a very long time. Part of me would have understood since it was my fault we couldn't get the job done. The other part of me would have wanted a second chance to prove that I belong on this team.

Thankfully, someone must have heard my prayers because after hearing from Char that I was picked to be in this match made me happy. It's also a little nerve racking due to our opponents are members of the SCU roster. Jerry Cann and Kandy Kaine are two highly skilled individuals from the SCU. They are taking a bold step into proving that even the guys in SCU are talented enough to compete at this level.

However, I have watched most of your matches due to me loving wrestling all around and have seen what talent you bring. You both bring a lot of heart and guts and that is something I admire. I admire people who put in a lot of work into their craft. You have tried very hard to get noticed and that is very much appreciated but you guys are coming off a major loss. I can honestly say we aren't doing that much better.

Char and Jimmy gave it their all against Ben and Evie but that simply wasn't enough. That seems to be our luck. We try our hardest and that just doesn't cut it. Despite our loss, we are looking towards this match with a new focus. We know that in order to get our chance at a title shot, we must perform like champions. That's what we plan on doing this Sunday. I, for one, am looking to avenge my mistake in my last attempt and show why I am someone you can sleep on. I may not be the strongest or the tallest but I am scrappy. I will take the fight to you both and I will not back down.

I will help prove why we are more than just nerds. That starts on Sunday.
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A shoot promo from Jack Stewart

It's a very sunny day in Southern California as Jack Stewart is sitting in his gaming chair inside his den. His eyes are glued to the computer monitor as he moves his mouse around clicking on various icons. A Star Wars mug sits a few feet away from his keyboard as his lips are constantly moving but no sound is coming out. He closes out of his email folder and opens up his webcam icon. He moves the tiny camera so the lens is pointing in his direction. He checks to make sure it's in the best position for leaning back in his chair and taking a deep breath. He looks down at his power ranger style watch and nods his head.

He opens up another window which has several instrumental versions of his favorite songs. He clicks on one and it starts playing. The song nearly blasts his eardrum as he quickly lowers the volume to where only he can hear the music. He checks the time once more before clicking on the red button in the lower right hand corner of the webcam control page.

STEWART: Hello friends and fans, I am back with another video on my own personal yooTube channel. I know I mostly talk about upcoming games that I'm looking forward to playing and films that are coming out. I do plan on making a video about those very soon. This time, I wanted to talk to each of you about my true passion in life. My passion for professional wrestling has never stopped no matter how many times I get knocked down. There have been times where I think about hanging up the boots and just spending the time with my beautiful baby girl. Every time I bring it up, Char manages to remind me why I do this and that is you.

Jack pauses for a brief moment to pick up his mug and take a sip from it. As he places it back down, a small eggnog mustache sits on top of his lip. A slight grin crosses his lips.

STEWART: You know it's good eggnog when it leaves a mustache. The fans are why I continue to put my body on the line each and every night. I'm not here for the money although it is good especially when you have a three year old. I'm not here to win championships although they look great in a trophy case. I'm here to provide entertainment for those who can't get it on their local television stations. I compete because I love the adrenaline rush. You can call me an addict because that's what I am. I am an addict for competition. No matter where I am, I love competition. This week, Beverly Milsap and myself will don the Gamer Inc flag and help thrust our team over that imaginary hump that we have put in front of us. Mark Ward has seen something in us which is way we are still in this Mixed Tag series. Char and Jimmy fought their hearts out last time and they did it against two top athletes. This week, we are facing two people like us.

We are seen as nerds who should stay in the arcade. We are seen as geeks who can't fight. I got news for those who think I can't go in the ring. I've been in this business for nine years. I have racked up at least five tag team titles during my career. I'm not claiming to be the strongest. I'm claiming to be the one who stays in the fight. I'm the kind of guy who can out wrestle you. I'm not going to win a foot race but I sure can toss you around like sack of potatoes.

Jack pauses as his dog Moxie sticks her head onto his leg. Jack rubs the top of her head while digging through the top drawer of his desk. He pulls out a dog biscuit and holds it out for her. Moxie calmly takes the biscuit and walks over to the far side of the den. She lies down as Jack smiles.

STEWART: When Climax Control 224 was announced, I had a fan ask for my thoughts on Jerry Cann and Kandy Kaine stepping up to represent the SCU. At first, I had no clue who they were to be honest. I don't usually watch SCU since I'm normally getting ready for bed when their weekly show comes on. After not knowing who they were, Char pulled up their bios in SCU and had me watch a few shows so I could fully understand them.

After watching them compete, I saw just how talented they were but it got me to thinking. How much passion do they have for this business? I'm not to worried about their names because it's not up to me what they call themselves. I'm sure they are nice people and down to earth. That's not my focus this week. My focus is too show them why Beverly and myself are hungry enough for this win. Normally, we would exchange pleasantries and try to be the good guys. However, we aren't going to be doing any of that this time around. No, this time around, we are coming into this match with a lot riding on our shoulders. We need to prove that Gamer Inc should be taken seriously as wrestlers. We need to show that we can bounce back from another tough loss.

I apologize in advance for anything we might do to you guys but know that this is strictly business for us. We hold no grudge towards either of you its just you are in the wrong match at the wrong time. Beverly and I aren't going to make this easy. We will make you work for everything you get and that includes the beatings we aim to dish out. Normally comedy kills but this week the Gamers take over.

See you on Sunday.

 The sun is beaming down on the backs of Jack Stewart and Beverly Milsap as they are sitting on a concrete bench just outside their office building. They were quietly conversing back and forth about how to combat the so called experience level on the team they are about to face. Jack never let his smile droop as he just calmly took a breath.

"I don't know why you are so worried about this match up Bev. All they did was poke fun at our occupation and make it sound like we have no clue on what to do in that ring. Boy, we they be in for a rude awakening when they realize that we aren't just nerds with no skill. We are true professional wrestlers with a ton of heart and passion for the sport. They are like everyone else. They think holding championships make you a big time deal and yet before now they didn't even have anyone who can make them think. We hold the cards Bev and I plan on making them sweat a little bit more," he states while rubbing the ball of his chin with his right index finger.

Beverly sat there for a minute when Char Kwan steps out from the building holding her cell phone in her hand. She spots her two teammates and waves at them.

"Hi guys," she says.

Beverly is the first to notice her as Jack is just staring off into the distance.

"Hey Char," says a bummed out Beverly.

Char noticed the heavy tone in Beverly's voice and slowly walks over towards her.

"What seems to be the matter Beverly?" asks Char.

"Beverly is just trying to understand why some people are so arrogant that they can't see how we move in the ring. She is practically scared of London Underground, which I don't see why. They are just normal people like us. They put their pants on one leg at a time like we do. I just don't get why anyone would be so intimated by two grown men acting like they are in some sort of Mafia when that shit went out of style years ago," blurts out Jack as Char slowly nods her head.

"Oh I see," says Char as she bends down in front of Beverly and takes her hands into her own.

Before Beverly can respond, Spencer Gosling and Jimmy Andrews comes sprinting out of the building. They are holding their cell phones in their hands with beads of sweat just pouring down their face.

"Guys, the boss man is coming," says Spencer.

Char and Jack just shrug their shoulders as Jimmy points at Beverly.

"What's wrong with Bevy?" he asks with concern in his voice.

"Nothing Jimmy. I'm just a little nervous about facing London Underground since they clearly show no respect towards me or any of us for that matter," answers Becerly.

Jimmy looks at her.

"So what, those jerks wouldn't know respect if it was standing right in front of them. My Uncle Travis is a legend in SCW whether they like it or not. He busted his ass for this company for two years before they ever made their appearance. It's obvious they didn't watch Char and I defeat the two maniacs in our debut. It's obvious they spent more time trying to persuade the media to make them this big deal. I think they are just nervous that Jack and yourself will expose them as the shit wrestlers they truly are," responds Jimmy.

"You are right Jimmy. All they did was talk about how I snuck through the back door. They didn't even notice that I have experience inside the ring. Hell, so does Jack. Between the two of us, I am certain we can do the unthinkable. We are talented. We are driven and we are determined to prove everyone wrong. We are not going to lie down. If they want to win then they will earn it," retorts Beverly.

Jack claps his hands together while giving them a very dark look.

"ITS GAME TIME and we are going to take you clowns to the very limit. Before you know it, it will be to late to scream reset. All you will hear is GAME OVER. We are prepared for war. Are you?" says Jack as the scene fades.

 The scene opens inside the Gold Casino as Travis and Horace look around at the banners of the SCW greats.

“One day, my name will hang in these rafters. Being a former Roulette Champion kind of helps. A lot of people are jumping for joy right now. The moment I announced my retirement no one has said a word. It’s like I didn’t matter. That’s fine. After our last match, Mr. TNA will not wrestle again. I have had a great career. I’ve a ton of championships in my trophy case. I’m looking to go out with a bang. London Underground are formidable opponents but we are not going to make it an easy win. We are going to fight like there is no tomorrow.”

Travis pauses as Horace grins.

“Ever since I returned, it was only a matter of time before I hung up the boots. I’m not as young as some of these bucks. My body can’t go anymore. This Sunday will be the last time I step into an SCW ring as a competitor. London Underground will have to contend with the both of us. Our gas gauge is running low but we still have enough to give you boys a fight. Ben’s Club will fight to the bitter end. Win or Lose.”

 The following may contain harsh language about two masked guys. Readers beware

<p align=right>Horace Jackson's Vlog

It's a bright, sunny day in Auckland as Horace Jackson is walking around the city. He is greeting fans while wearing the new Soulless One T-shirt. His dark eyes are hidden behind dark tinted glasses. He takes a selfie with a local woman before pressing the record button.

Hello SCW Universe, this is The Soulless One coming to you live from the city of Auckland. I am amazed by the beauty this entire country has shared with Ben's Club. I half expected to wrestle in crappy towns but that isn't the case. This city is breathtaking. I wish my wife could see this place but she can't so I decided to vlog about my adventures.

Now I am fully aware that my adventure hits a massive roadblock in the form of Lord Raab and his one syllable speaking husband. Before those two shit for brains begin their little tirade about how we were "handed" this opportunity to become the new world tag team champions. Let me just say how incredibly humbled I am. After being away from this company for close to three years, I return to the company where I became a household name to headline it's flagship show. According to you two, that's nothing special but it is for me.

You honestly don't know what it's like to constantly be told you're not good enough to be in the main event. If you think I'm just going to squander this opportunity then you had better think again. I'm not going to let some ungrateful bastard tell me I don't belong in that ring. Yes, I called you an ungrateful bastard Raab. Because last week you kept saying you're leaving this company. Well, allow me to be the one who holds that door open. I don't care why you are leaving. I care about you ruining those tag straps you both are holding.

I also know you are going continue calling Travis a joke but you had better take a long look in the mirror. Because the only jokes I see are the ones who hide behind masks and throw a bitch fit over things you can't control. In case you boneheads need help with math, this is Ben's Club first real attempt at those belts. Two weeks ago, we did have a shot but it was a multiple team match. Quite frankly, we were never pinned or made to submit. Now contrary to what you might say or think, Travis and I are extremely hungry for gold. Your probably asking what does that mean. It means we are willing to go to the lowest level possible and take the fight to you. We will do everything within our power to out monster two pathetic mongrels.

A beeping sound comes over the audio as Horace looks at his phone. The battery was very low as he snaps his fingers while shrugging his shoulders. No words were said as he continues to explore Auckland.

<p align=right>Travis Nathaniel Andrews Vlog

Travis is sitting at the wooden desk positioned near the far wall in his hotel room. His daughter was out in the common area watching some television. He is opening his laptop while taking a deep breath. He turns it on while checking to see if he missed any messages. As the laptop loads, Travis decides to play a few rounds of SCW Supercard. After getting an Ultimate Ben Jordan card from the draft board, he notices his laptop is up. He types in his password and double clicks on his webcam app.

After taking five seconds, the screen appears as Travis smirks.

How's it hanging SCW Fam, it's your boy Mr. TNA. As you can see, I'm not in my Las Vegas Office. That's because we as a company are on a tour of New Zealand and Australia. This coming Sunday we will be making a stop in Auckland for another action packed edition of Climax Control. Now I hope all of you have purchased your tickets so you can see Ben's Club take center against The Monstimals.

Now I have to give these two things some semblance of respect for what they accomplished. However I don't think they really deserve any kind of respect. My reasoning behind that statement is the lack of respect those two ingrates have shown this company for that past two years. Time and time again, Lord Raab has insisted on calling me a joke and yet he still needs someone holding his fucking hand.

Earlier this week, I asked a rhetorical question on twitter about if the mean Travis should return for one night only. Of course, our beloved Roulette Champion had to respond. You would think an intelligent man like himself would have known it was rhetorical but I guess you only see what you want to see. Kris is just like you Raab. You say what you want even if your facts are more like fiction. For example, I've never once bitched about title shots. I did one thing you both can't even do. I made an impact.

Like I did that one time I shoved your fat ass off the top turnbuckle into a table. Goth couldn't do it but I did. How about when I made Chris Shipman my fucking bitch. I know you couldn't beat Shipman Raab. Despite what you claim, I am anything but a joke. You see your fucking ass is one dimensional. You can't adapt like I can. You call yourself a fighter and yet I can hit harder.

I don't even need MMA training to make me a bad ass. I just need my brain and my intellect. That is one thing Horace and I have over you two. We know every inch of that ring and we know how to move like cruiserweights. So you two try and bring your monster asses to this match. You bring everything you got and we will prove that it won't be enough. We will fight, scratch, claw, maul and other despicable acts just to secure our victory.

In case you clowns forgot, I AM MR.SCW and you assholes are gone.

As Travis is wrapping up, his daughter appears behind him. She throws her arms around his neck and smirks.

If you have a problem with my dad and Uncle Horace send you two back to hades then suck it up buttercup and DEAL WITH IT.

Travis smiles as he cuts out the feed.

 <p align=right>July 23rd, 2017
Extended Climax Control Segment
Off-Camera

After Travis was handed the small note from a road agent, he heads back toward the office of his new manager Ben Jordan. Along the way he runs into his own secretary Shawna Jennings.

“Travis,” she says as he paces back and forth while rubbing his forehead.

“Who in the hell does he think he is?” asks Travis as Shawna is standing there with her clipboard.

“Travis!” shouts Shawna as Travis stops while looking at his assistant.

“What!?” he fires back while feeling his blood boiling over Ben Jordan’s hasty decision to have him team with a man he has attacked on numerous occasions.

“Ralph called, he wanted me to tell you that you have a meeting with Frank Kill,” answers Shawna as Travis slams his hand against his face. He almost forgot about the meeting with one of his former trainers about opening a wrestling school in Las Vegas. Travis takes a minute to catch his breath when Ben Jordan places a hand on Travis’ shoulder.

“Everything alright big fella,” says Ben as Travis lifts his eyes and a scowl appears across his face.

“You got a lot of nerve,” he says while looking at Ben’s hand placement. Ben slowly moves his hand away while keeping a smile on his face.

“So you playing nice with Horace Jackson yet,” he says while grinning like the cat from Alice in Wonderland. Ben is bound and determined to change his old rival into a respectable member of society. Travis shakes his head while turning his torso so his eyes were looking at Ben.

“You should ask Old Skool or Goth about how nice I am when it comes to working with someone,” replies Travis as Ben shakes his head. He taps his hand on the top of Travis’ shoulders.

“You will learn to play nice,” he says before walking off. Travis watches him walk off before turning his attention back to Shawna. He looks around and she had disappeared as well. He throws his hands up into the air. A road agent walks past he quickly looks at him.

“What you looking at?” he asks before walking out of the area.

<p align=right>July 24th, 2017
Horace Jackson prepares for his in ring turn
Off-Camera

November 9th, 2014 was the last time anyone had seen Horace Jackson step into a wrestling ring. October 26th, 2014 was the final time Horace was last seen competing on Climax Control. With these dates seared into the back of Horace’s mind, he begins to think about what could have been. As he is standing inside his bedroom, his wife Bridgette walks up behind him and slides her arms around his waist.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asks with concern racked in her voice.

“Yes, I have grown tired of sitting at home and watching others do what I love,” he answers while spinning around to face his beautiful wife.

“Do you want me to be ringside?” she asks with a soft smile forming across her lips.

Horace shakes his head while giving her a soft kiss on her lips. “Not this time babe. I need someone to watch over the school while I go back on the road,” he says with a smile while holding her hands into his. Bridgette intertwines her fingers with his while placing her forehead against his.

“I’m not sure I can do this with you gone,” she replies with a lump in her throat. Bridgette was afraid she would screw up since she wasn’t a wrestler. Horace places his hands along her arms and bends down so his dark eyes are looking directly into her cool blue peepers.

“I have faith in you honey. If you need help, Vivian and Big Al will be there to lend a hand,” assures Horace as Bridgette looks into his soft stare. She could always find compassion in his eyes.

“What about Mack? Isn’t he going to be around?” asks Bridgette. Her nerves were all over the place.

“For the first few matches, Mack is going to be with me. I’m not sure I can trust the man I’m getting paired with,” he answers as his phone vibrates in his pocket. Bridgette smiles softly as Horace reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. A picture of Ben Jordan appears on the screen.

“I have to take this babe,” he says while stepping out of the room. He swipes the answer button to the left and places the phone next to his ear. “Hello,” he says.

“Hello Horace. How are you doin’?” asks Ben as Horace moves across the floor toward the balcony.

“I’m doing well just getting some last minute things in order before heading out to Reno,” answers Horace as Ben is leaning back in his chair while propping his feet up onto his desk.

“That’s good. Have you spoke to Travis about your upcoming tag match against the Black Sheep of SCW,” wonders Ben as Horace places his hand on the handle of his sliding glass door.

“No, I haven’t spoken to him. I’m not sure he wants to speak with me,” replies Horace.

“He has to speak to you. It’s kind of his job to speak with his partner,” responds Ben as Horace removes his hand from the glass door handle. Horace wondered if Travis would be willing to work with him. Although he would have to fight the urge not to kick him into never, never land.

“I’ll try to catch up with him when I get to Reno,” says Horace. He can tell a smile had returned to the lips of his new manager.

“That’s what I like to hear. I’ll see you boys soon,” replies Ben before hanging up the phone. Horace looks at his phone then at his wife who was standing in the foyer holding his wrestling bag.

“I don’t like this. How many times did this Travis guy knock you on your ass?” asks a concerned Bridgette as Horace takes his bag from her.

“I don’t like it either but Ben says it’s the best thing for me to do right now. I have to trust his judgment. You are my rock and no one is going to say other wise,” he answers while kissing her on her forehead.

Bridgette waves good bye as Horace steps out the door.

July 26th, 2017
The Strangest Bedfellows
On-Camera

A small camera crew was beginning to form just outside William Peccole Park as Ben Jordan was standing behind a podium. He was wearing a robin’s egg blue button down shirt tucked into tan khaki pants. His hair is slicked to the right as he places both hands on each side of the podium.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, this Sunday right here at this park, the world will witness an unlikely duo coming together to form in my opinion one the best tag team combinations since myself and Jamie Dean. Now, we all know the temper on this man does tend to get him into more problems than he can find solutions for. Ladies and gentlemen, a man who loves to talk about himself. Please welcome, the real Mister Sin City Wrestling, Travis Nathaniel Andrews,” Ben says while sticking his hand out to the side.

The camera zooms out a bit as there was no one standing there. Ben looks over and notices this as well. Another camera catches Travis screaming in the face of Horace. Ben slaps his own face while someone holding a boom mike picks up some of the audio.

“Why should risk my own neck for someone like you huh? How many times did I knock you on your ass? Can you still go without needing some kind of oxygen mask? There is a reason I don’t do tag team matches,” screams Travis while shoving Horace with both hands. Horace shakes his head before giving it right back to Travis.

“I am doing this as a favor to Ben Jordan because he has always seen something in you Travis. There is a reason why you are a former Roulette Champion. Hell, I never got the opportunity to hold that belt. How many times have you been the butt of every single joke? No one respects you because of that mouth of yours. I don’t even have any respect for you and I’m the nice one,” says Horace as Travis glares at him. Ben jumps down off the podium and gets between the two men.

“That is enough. Both of you,” he says while turning his attention toward Travis first. He shoves him back while giving him a stern look. “I’ve just about had it with your blimey attitude. You are going to change it or I’ll make arrangements for you to visit a dentist,” directs Ben as he turns toward Horace. “You aren’t supposed to let him get inside your head,” says Ben while moving away from the two strange bedfellows.

Travis runs his hand over his hair while looking back at Horace. His lips are curled up while turning his gaze toward his manager.

“I’ll try to trust this bastard but don’t be shocked if I kick his head off. I’m not going to be responsible for any bodily harm that befalls him. We all know I don’t work well with others but I’ll try it this once. If it means we place those two idiots back on the trading block then so be it. The Black Sheep haven’t had a match since June. That has to be eating them up inside. I get it. I truly do. You want to show the world you are the best tag team in Sin City Wrestling. Hell, I believe that’s the goal for every tag team. Just like in singles matches, only one team can walk away the winners. Now I’m going to level with you two. Despite how I feel about this arrangement, Horace and I probably have the most experience. Now that doesn’t mean a hill of beans when you think about it. Because from a tag team standpoint, you two have the advantage. You have the experience edge but as you saw. Experience only gets you so far in this business,” Travis says as one camera catches him wiping the side of his mouth off.

“Rome wasn’t built in a day and neither was the New England Patriots. Everyone seems to think a great team happens over night. I don’t know where they get that logic but what do I know right. Almost every tag team goes through growing pains and that’s what we are doing here. We are going through them but rest assured, we will still work like a well oiled machine. The Black Sheep are going to talk about how we are still singles wrestlers and that we don’t belong to be in the same ring as them. I would agree with them if this was a different scenario but since we are on the verge of making history. We will come out to the ring and blast you both with two energy balls of reality,” adds Horace as another camera catches his response.

Travis glares at Horace before nodding his head.

“For once, we can agree on that. The Black Sheep may have started out with balls of fire. I remember watching their debut and thought they had something special cooking. Then they went and fought The Monstimals. Their true form came out in that match. The male Elders were nothing but push overs. Considering how many times I defeated Matt Spears. However that isn’t the point. The point is, you two are good but you’re not great. We may not see eye to eye on most things but when it comes to fighting. We will push ourselves beyond any limitations set before us. We will take this opening slot and make the entire world know we are the standard bearers for Climax Control. The fans can go to hell or find themselves in another orbit because this isn’t about them,” Travis stops when he notices Ben shaking his head.

Travis looks at him and throws his arms into the air.

“What?” he asks.

“This is all about the fans Travis. It’s always been about the fans. The fans are what pay your salaries. The fans are the ones who will help change your attitude,” answers Ben as Horace is nodding his head.

“The fans are going to be ones who give us the power and strength. You must learn to put your trust in them. Too many these days want to be villains of their own mind but can’t bother being true heroes. We are those heroes Travis. The Black Sheep are like those voices inside your head. They are pleading for you to listen and wake the fuck up. The people need someone who can lead them down the right path. The Black Sheep just wants chaos and disorder. The Bad Boys want mutiny. It’s time we took a stand for SCW. The Soulless One is on board and ready to knock some teeth out. The only question is are you ready Travis. Are you ready to dish out justice for the good folks who pay to watch us perform? Are you ready to sacrifice everything for this one shot at proving your doubters wrong?” Horace tries very hard to pep talk Travis as his head is pointed down toward the ground.

“Oh I’m more than ready to bash a few skulls in Horace but I’m going to do it my way. I don’t need charity cases coming at me with sob stories. Black Sheep are going to regret begging and demanding for a match on Climax Control. Because I plan on sending their asses back to street they came from. If they have a problem with any of this,” Travis begins while raising his head up and his eyes have narrowed to almost mirror something dark has come over him. “Then they will just have to DEAL WITH IT!” he says as Ben slowly claps his hands.

“Now that was perfect. Maybe next time we will make it less evil,” finishes Ben as he signals for the cameras to stop rolling.

 
Viewer Discretion is Advised

Night had fallen in Las Vegas as Travis Nathaniel Andrews was standing on his balcony holding a glass filled with Knob Creek Old Kentucky Bourbon. A slick smirk was sitting on his lips as he looked out at the puddles forming from the heavy rainstorm that was running through Nevada. Travis was enjoying the peaceful sounds from the rainfall as soft footsteps echoed across the tile floor in his bedroom. A woman with long red hair draped across her shoulder steps out onto the balcony while holding a cigarette in her between her fingers on her right hand. A small trail of smoke escapes from her mouth as Travis keeps his eyes pointed toward the horizon.

“What can I do for you Ureka?” he asks while taking a slow sip from his glass. “Oh I think you know what you can do Travis,” she answers while taking her left index finger and running it along his shoulder. Travis snickers a little before grabbing her hand and bringing her in front of him. “Is your brother willing to meet with me?” he asks before softly kissing the back of her hand. Ureka takes a long drag of her cigarette and lifting her eyes up towards the awning covering them. She slowly blows the smoke out of her mouth. “He will meet with you but only if you can guarantee the money is worth it,” she states.

Travis releases her hand and turns half right face as his eyes land on the small building next to the house. “Just set the meeting up Ureka,” he replies while taking a bigger sip from his bourbon. He swirls it inside his mouth before letting the liquid slip down his throat. Ureka takes one final drag from her cigarette before slamming into the copper colored ashtray sitting on a small white round table. “I’ll try my best but you have to understand Travis. My brother isn’t someone you should fuck with if this deal goes south,” she warns Travis. “I understand the consequences,” he assures her. Ureka sighs a little before giving him a small peck on the cheek. “It might take me some time,” she says as she wipes off his cheek with her thumb. “You have three days,” he states.

Ureka nods her head before turning to walk back inside the house. She stops at the bed and picks up her purse. “I’ll call when I land,” she says while reaching into her bag and pulling out her umbrella. “Okay,” he remarks without turning his head. His eyes turn back to the horizon as a streak of lightning cuts across the sky like a knife. Ureka sighs again. She tosses her purse onto her right shoulder when her eyes see Shawna standing in the doorway. “Take care of him,” says Ureka as Shawna looks confused.

Shawna looked like she had just woke up as her shoulder length brown hair was still tied up into a bun. Her eyes were a little puffy as her cheeks looked a little flushed. “Everything alright boss,” she says while rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “Yes,” he responds while turning to face his personal assistant. “My god Shawna,” he shouts when his eyes land on her. “You look like hell,” he retorts while placing his glass down. “I just woke up,” she says. Travis walks over toward the wall and presses the talk button on his intercom. “Gerald,” he calls through the speaker. “Yes, how may I be of service sir?” answers Gerald as he was standing near the front door. “Bring Shawna a cup of coffee and bring me some food,” he orders.

“Right away sir,” Gerald calls back while moving towards the kitchen. “Boss, what is going on?” asks Shawna as her voice breaks. “Jared Langston is looking to do business with us but I don’t know much about him,” he answers vaguely. Shawna wipes her eyes more while Travis keeps his eyes pointed away from her. “If that’s the case then why was that bimbo here?” asks Shawna. “What bimbo?” Travis asks cautiously. Shawna looks over at her boss before shaking her head. She knew he was up to something but it wasn’t her business to question it yet. Shawna was about to ask another question when Gerald distracts her with a cup of coffee and a tray of miniature hot pockets.

Shawna takes a sip of her coffee before taking a deep breath. “Thank you Gerald,” she says with a smile. Gerald tips his head before walking out of the room. “Boss,” she says while turning her eyes toward Travis. “What?” he questions while turning to look at her. “Have you heard from Ralph?” she asks trying to change the subject.

“N….,” Travis begins to answer when he gets interrupted from some static coming from his speakers. “What the fuck?” he asks out loud as Shawna shakes her head. They both walk out of his bedroom and notice some fancy news reporter standing in the foyer. “Who the fuck is that?” whispers Shawna as Travis looks at her. “I have no idea but I plan on finding out,” he answers.

“Can I help you?” asks Gerald as he stands with his hands positioned at his side. “Is this the home of Travis Nathaniel Andrews?” asks the reporter as Gerald gulps a bit. “I’m not at liberty to answer that question ma’am,” he answers not knowing what this reporter was looking for. “My name is Lauren Mayhew and I am a reporter for The Network,” she introduces herself as hands Gerald one of her business cards. Gerald looks at it then looks back at her. “Ma’am, if you value your career then I would suggest leaving this home,” he tries to warn her. “My career will be fine,” she assures Gerald.

Gerald is just about to respond when the sound of footsteps echo down the stairs. He looks out of the corner of his eye and notices Travis making his way down. “Ma’am, I really think you should be goin….,” Gerald starts to say when a voice cuts him off. “Lauren Mayhew, what in the hell are you doing in my house?” asks Travis as he steps down off the final stair. Both Gerald and Lauren turn their heads as they see him standing there still holding his glass of bourbon in his hand. “Hello Travis, how are you this fine day?” asks Lauren as she taps her right index finger next to her cheek.

“Cut the shit Lauren,” answers Travis as he takes a few steps further. “We both know you are looking for some kind of top story,” he says with a smirk. “Come now, the public wants to know what you plan on doing this Sunday,” implores Lauren. Travis takes a quick sip of his drink before turning towards the living room. Lauren follows him as Gerald turns to head for the kitchen. “My dear Lauren, why must you fall into that pitiful snare like all those who have gone before you,” he says with his signature smirk.

“Are you suggesting that I’m like everyone else?” she asks with a similar smirk. “I’m not suggesting anything but if you think this little fact gathering mission you are on is going to give that dog face gremlin anything to use against me then you had best get your sorry carcass out of my house,” he says without any hesitation in his words. “Are you talking about Ryan Keys?” she asks. “No, I’m talking about Jason Voorhees,” he remarks with a sarcastic tone. “Yes, I am talking about that wanna be Stretch Armstrong doll who is going to become the first person to take part in The Andrews Invitational,” he answers with anger in his voice. “Do I hint a bit of anger in your voice?” asks Lauren as she reaches inside her shoulder bag for her notepad and pen. “Give a point to the journalist who should be thanking her lucky stars that I’m even talking to rotten pig scum,” he answers while looking at the replica Roulette Championship belt positioned above his mantle.

“I will ignore that last crack you just made about reporters and ask if you can defeat him,” asks Lauren with while sitting down on the large sofa. “If I can defeat him!” shouts Travis as he slams his hand down onto the mantle. “That is the same thing people said when I faced Chris Shipman the second and third time. Do you know what happened to him Lauren?” asks Travis while clutching his fist tighter than oil drum. “This isn’t about that Travis and you know it. This is about the world proclaiming you to be nothing more than a crying little bitch,” she says with a slight chuckle underneath her breath.

“Do you think I give two shits about what the world thinks about me? If that was the case then I would have left a long time ago. Seeing that I’m looking forward to placing that wormwood fucktard into a thousand little knots, tells you that I don’t do this for the world. I do this for me. I don’t do it for the money. I just do it for the fun. You see Ryan Keys is just like everyone else. He fights for right and wanting to be famous. He dreams of being that knight in shining armor for all the sex crazed females who come to these shows looking for him to remove every article of clothing that he wears,” Travis starts while looking at Lauren. “Before you ask another stupid question, let me finish my thought first. Chris Shipman thought I was an easy target before I made him sing like a mockingbird. Which I did not once but twice. Now tell me, did Ryan Keys ever do something like that huh?” he says while looking at Lauren.

“I don’t know but Ryan….,” she starts to say, “Exactly,” Travis blurts out while cutting her off. “That’s exactly my point. Ryan hasn’t done it so tell me why should I waste my precious time on living in his dream world. What does it do for my career to face some nitwit with no true talent? It doesn’t do anything for my career but I promise you after Climax Control 180. Ryan Keys will be just another afterthought once I’m finished with him. He’s flexible body will be put to the test just like Chris Shipman was tested,” Travis pauses so he can take another sip of his bourbon. “How can you be so sure that your strategy will work?” asks Lauren as she jots a few things down onto her notepad.

“Why would I share that kind of information with you? I will say that Ryan Keys has no idea what awaits him this Sunday. He thinks it’s going to be just another match with Travis Nathaniel Andrews but that won’t be the case,” Travis answers with another smirk. “Why not?” asks Lauren with a curious look on her face. “For one, I’m not the same Travis he once faced. I have changed myself into someone with nothing to lose and everything to gain. Ryan will try his best to be another fly without wings but he will not succeed,” responds Travis. “And why is that?” replies Lauren.

“Because I’m going to splat him like a fly swatter and if you want to know how just tune into Climax Control 180,” begins Travis as he turns back toward the mantle. “Ryan will be the first of many to fall at my feet. He will join Chris Shipman on the list of those who have tapped out to me. I just hope his pathetic body can handle the torture that I put him through and if you moronic shitheads have a problem with that,” he pauses for a few minutes before looking back at Lauren. “Then cry yourselves a fucking river, build a damn bridge and deal with it,” finishes Travis before looking down at Lauren. “Now get the hell out of my house,” he orders with a smirk.

Lauren gets up off the couch and smirks back before walking off towards the door. Travis turns as the scene goes black.

 
The following is for mature audiences only. Viewer Discretion be advised

<p align=right>Family Night in Boulder City, Nevada
Off Camera
Currently Playing: Just Another Thing by The Lacs featuring Crucifix

The rain was following down hard as the road was becoming less and less visible each moment. A navy blue 2016 Chevrolet Impala with dark tinted windows was sitting at one of the first red light in the entire city of Boulder City. Travis Nathaniel Andrews is sitting in the back with one arm bent and posted on the door. He leaned his head against his hand as Shawna was looking on her tablet. She was scrolling up with her right index finger as a loud uncomfortable sigh escapes from Travis's voice.

"Shawna, can you please remind me why I even agreed to see these imbeciles?" asks Travis as he was rubbing the side of his head with his right hand. Shawna chuckles just slightly as she lifts her head up from her tablet.

"Because this will be a great thing for you to reconnect with who you are on the inside," answers Shawna as she returns her attention to the dimly lit screen of her tablet. Travis sighs once more as Shawna swipes left on her tablet after seeing something important. Travis looks out the window at the buildings passing by.

"What will spending time with these maggots have to do with that? I can barely be in the same room with my father for five minutes before we are jumping down each other's throats. My cousins are too stupid to even understand anything that I talk about," replies Travis as Shawna just shakes her head. She knew Shawna and Vicki wouldn't be there this time which means she will need to convince Travis that this was an important meeting before heading for San Bernandino, California for Climax Control 169.

"Travis, can you at least try to get along with everyone this one time?" asks Shawna as keeps her eyes pointed at the screen. Travis scoffs while rubbing his forehead with more force. Travis knew Shawna was trying to help but stress before a match wasn't worth it. A few hours have passed as the car turns left down Tiger Avenue. Tiger Avenue was the Main Street which leads to the third story Andrews Estate.

An ivory cased gate appears in front of them as they pull forward. The gates swing open as the driver slowly pulls through and down the long dirt road. Oak and Sand pine trees line the driveway as Travis takes a quick look out the window. He sighed as the driver lifts his eyes into the rear view mirror. "Where would you like for me to park Mr. Andrews?" asks the driver as he inches the car further down the road.

"Park close to the exit. I have a feeling we will be leaving in fifteen minutes," answers Travis as he leans forward just a bit while placing on hand around the empty front passenger seat. The driver nods his head as he pulls around the loop and stops at the base of the front steps. The car comes to a complete stop before Travis opens the passenger door. He steps out of the car and fixes the brown leather jacket he was wearing. His blue eyes are covered with dark tinted sunglasses as he stands at the bottom. Shawna joins his side as he takes a deep breath.

"OH MY GOD!" shouts a voice as Travis lifts his head up to see his stepmother Helena McMahon standing on the top step. She was a middle aged woman with light blonde hair mixed with teal streaks. Travis light heartedly waves his hand as she comes bouncing down the steps towards him. "Travie I didn't think you were going to come," says Helena has her arms stretched out to her side.

"I almost didn't come to this hell hole," replies Travis as he gives his stepmother a quick hug before stepping back a bit. Helena nods her head in agreeance as Travis walks up the steps. "Since I am here, I might as well listen to the old fuck about how I am screwing up his damn company," says Travis as he walks up the steps toward his childhood home. The fifty acre land belonged to his grandfather before his father inherited it. Travis will be the next in line to inherit this land and mansion when his old man croaks.

Travis places one foot onto the top as the people gathering outside the house stops and stares at the arrival at the prodigal son. 'What in the fuck are you doing here Travis?" asks a voice in the midst of the crowd. One by one, the crowd disperses as an older gentleman steps through the sea of people. A look of disgust comes across the facial features of Travis. Walter Andrews, the father of Travis and former CEO of Andrews Incorporated before Travis took over after a hostile take over. Ever since then, both men have had bad blood which has culminated in several fist fights and several attempts at doing harmful things to each other.

Walter is also a retired professional wrestler who made a name for himself in Casino Wrestling Entertainment. That was before Travis joined the company and overshadowed his own father. Both men are stubborn to the core and hate to lose. Travis knows how to learn from each loss but his father not so much. Travis is standing at the top as he watches his father walk towards him.

"I thought we could bury the hatchet for once but I guess that's not going to happen," says Travis as he peels his sunglasses off from his eyes. His blue eyes were steaming as he looked at his father with rage building up inside. "I shouldn't have come back to this shit hole. I do have better things to do like kicking some ass in San Bernandino," continues Travis as he takes one look around the area.

Shawna lifts her eyes up from her tablet. "Such a waste of a good party," she says while turning on her heels and walking back down the steps. Travis follows her while pointing at his father.

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What a fucking day this has been huh? My first family meeting and I can't even spend fifteen seconds with my old man. That has to be some kind of record huh. Almost like the record I have facing this nuisance in Joshua Acquin. How many times must I bash in your skull before you get that you are not even in my league? Yes, you did come away with a victory at Inception 2 but who did you actually defeat? Was it someone worth mentioning or was it just another nobody scrub that you like to face to make you look like a badass.

Joshua, I'm beginning to wonder if you actually belong since you disappear so much like a ghost. It's amazing you even know how to win a match since you were gone for so long. While you were gone, I have managed to make myself a bigger name than you can possibly imagine. Let's see, I dominated Synn before he got a few lucky strikes in and beats me. Since you brought up Ruby Rose, I guess it's a fine time to mention she won't be a factor since I fired her ass a long time ago.

That kind of happens when you are so far out of the loop that you don't take the time to study up on your opponents. Take me for example, I know you are tough customer Joshua but I know that when it comes to facing me, you haven't found the right formula to defeat me. I doubt you will find that formula this upcoming Climax Control. Because unlike you, I have more to prove in this match. I have to prove that I can win a match even without any kind of stipulation attached to it.

Now don't think I have forgot about you Leon Black. I admit, there isn't a whole lot I can go on but trust me. It won't mean a damn thing because you are nothing more than a rookie stepping into my ring. You are not worthy to spit shine my shoes but you will be worthy enough to get a lethal dose of Smash Talk for your troubles.

I have tried to tell the world that I'm done with doing things by your rules. It's time to play by my rules and those rules are winning by any means necessary. If you think I'm a joke now then you won't like the punch line. Your time is up boys. Leon will wish his precious minor league was back so he can rule it. Joshua will victim to his own stupidity. The Phenomenon is coming and there is nothing you can do stop it. All you can do is just DEAL WITH IT!!!!!