WARNING: The following contains some strong language

<p align=left>Off Camera

Jack Stewart was rushing around his house as his ex wife was dropping by to pick up his daughter. He and her try to get along for Kylie's sake. "I really hope she doesn't bitch at me this time," he mutters to himself while picking up a few toys off the floor. Kylie Stewart, Jack's five year old, was up in her room watching television when Jack calls to her from downstairs.

"Kylie," he shouts while keeping his head pointed towards the window. "Yes, daddy" she replies. "Shouldn't you be getting ready to go," he responds. "Do I have too?" questions Kylie as Jack secretly wanted to say no but that wasn't the agreement for now. "Yes, your mother will be here any minute," he answers as a silver Honda Accord pulls into the drive way.

A loud sigh bellows from Jack as he watches his ex exit her vehicle and walk up to the front door. Jack doesn't even move from his spot as Felicia opens the door. "Hey Jack," she says politely as Jack doesn't say anything. "Are you still mad?" she asks as Jack looks at her. "No, I'm not mad. I'm fuxking disgusted with you," he says in a low tone. "Watch your mouth," she scolds him as he rolls his eyes.

"Do you want Kylie to pick up those bad habits?" she asks as Jack looks at her dumbfounded. "Really, you are going to bitch at me for cussing but it's okay for you to fuck any Joe blow with her in the house," he answers while crossing his arms. The divorce had just been finalized a week before Christmas but there was still a lot of tension. Jack had caught Felicia screwing the plumber in their guest bedroom. "A girl as needs even if you couldn't meet them," she says. "Sorry, that I had to be a fucking grown up," he fires back.

Kylie Stewart was sitting on the top stairs with tears welling in her eyes. She didn't understand why her parents were fighting. While they were still fighting, Kylie pulls out her cell phone and calls Char. "Hello," Char says after the first couple of rings. "I'm scared Auntie Char," Kylie says softly as Char is still in Las Vegas with Jimmy. "What's wrong Kylie?" she asks while looking over at Jimmy. "Mommy and daddy are fighting," she answers with her voice cracking. Char's heart drops a bit as Jimmy notices her change. "I'm sorry honey. Uncle Jimmy and I are in another city. Do you need someone to pick you up or something?" she wondered with worry in her voice.

"I want the fighting to stop," she cries. "Oh, honey" replies Char. As they continue their conversation, the fight between Felicia and Jackson starts to get even more heated. "What do you call being a grown up? Playing video games and pretending to be a wrestler," she says as Jack looks at her. "You ought to be thanking me for all those expensive clothes I bought you. You also should thank me for your house since I had it built from most of wrestling checks. Plus, Kylie doesn't complain," he retorts. "Do you leave her alone? Do you let those idiots take care of her?" asks Felicia as Jack growls. "Those people are my friends," he answers as Felicia rolls her eyes.

"Kylie!" yells Felicia as Kylie quickly hangs up the phone. "Coming mom," she replies while running downstairs. "It's time to go," she says firmly while holding out her hand. "Say goodbye to daddy," she says. Before Kylie could answer, the door opens as Beverly Milsap is standing on the door step. Felicia turns her nose up as Jack looks confused. "It's a long story Jack but Char called me," she says while bending down. "Hi Kylie," she says with her arms open wide. "Good grief," huffs Felicia.

Beverly stands back up and looks at Felicia. "You had best watch what you say next Felicia. Because if your baby girl wasn't standing next to you, then I would jar a couple of your teeth loose before popping your two fun bags," she says as Jack snickers in the background. "This is why my lawyers are working on giving me full custody so trash like you won't influence my daughter," she says. Jack steps forward and gives his daughter a hug. He then looks into his ex-wife's eyes. "The only trash I see is the milky bitch standing in my doorway," he tells her as Beverly chuckles.

Felicia scoffs before yanking her daughter out and forcing her into the car. Beverly watches as Jack just leans against the door frame. "That bitch needs help," says Bevelry. "More than you know Bev. Why did Char call you?" he wondered. "She said Kylie called her after hearing you and bimbo there fighting again," she answered as Jack shook his head.

"I was afraid of that but thanks for coming over," he says. "No problem, besides I figured you would like some help setting up your camera," she replies as Jack nods. Beverly enters the house as Jack closes the door behind her.

<p align=left>On Camera

Beverly is just finishing up with the video camera as Jackson is standing inside his living room. His shirt is unbuttoned a little too show off some skin. Beverly checks to see if he was ready. He gives her a nod of approval which she in turn motions for him to begin.

The last time I spoke to you guys, I tried very hard to be respectful towards tweeddle Dee and tweeddle dumb. If you don't know who I am referring to then let me provide you with their names. Austin James Mercer and Alex Jones are two guys who came to Sin City Wrestling following the recent merger between SCW and Honor Wrestling. That merger was beneficial to both parties but at the same time it created this false security for these two blowhards. Before I move on and talk more about these sniveling ingrates who are so ungrateful it's sad. I want to share with you a little about me.

Before I came to Sin City Wrestling, I was signed to Honor Wrestling. In fact, I was one of the originals who had signed during the Henry Goldman era. That was the same era where Alex Jones was Honor Champion but he fled after losing to Kevin Hunter. Now when I resigned with the company, Brooke Saxton and Henry Saxton made bunch of promises to me that never came to fruition. Now you guys may have been giving the moon in Honor but I was treated like common trash. However, when I first signed here. I was welcomed with open arms. I wasn't giving a bill of goods. I was told to just show up and work. That's what I am doing.

Jack moves toward the mantle where places his arm on top of it.

Now I said all that to paint a picture of how Jimmy and I are different than the bitch fucks who keep whining about not getting a world title match. Look guys, you may have ruled the yards in other companies where you could be the top dawgs without trying. However, you came to SCW where you work for what you get and judging by how you completely dismiss us. It's pretty clear, how pathetic you two turds are in the end.

First of all, why are you two so hung up on the fact we play video games? Is it because you guys aren't coordinated to play them? Or is it because you shitheads don't like the benefits of playing video games. For example, when we play online, we are building a community full of gamers. Did you know almost every gamer are wrestling fans? Did you know several wrestlers on the roster play video games?

Second, when are you two going to realize that Jimmy and I aren't just gamers? We are serious competitors who thrive on competition. Of course, you shits wouldn't quite understand that since all you talked about was how you didn't belong in this match. Listen, if it weren't for us, then neither of you would have been booked. So why don't you just take your balls out of Alicia Lukas' purse and actually give this match some respect.

Otherwise, Jimmy and I will give you both something new to whine about. Like, how two professional wrestlers who love video games beat two FORMER world champions in one match. Or how we embarrassed you to the point of no return.

Jimmy slowly starts unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way as Beverly just looks on. He removes his shirt as the camera shows his body covered in scars.

Austin claimed that I wasn't serious about this business. Take a look at me Austin. Take a good look. Do you see these scars? I didn't get them from playing video games. I didn't get them from making vlogs. I got these scars from wrestling. Imagine that, when it comes to professional wrestling I am dead serious. Jimmy is the same way. Weeks leading up to a match no matter if it's on Climax Control or a big show like Inception 3. I don't touch a single video game. Why? Because I am focusing on my opponent. I am training my body to absorb pain so I can continue. I don't stop until the match is over.

So while you are making assumptions about me Austin, you had best realize that I am more than capable of breaking your knee. I am more than capable of sending you back to playpen you came from. You can bitch all you want about how we don't belong. You can make empty threats about beating us into a bloody pulp. You can do all those things but there is one thing you will fail to do. That is to break us. You talk so much crap about being a former world champion that you completely lose sight of what is in front of you.

Alex even admitted that you two have never teamed together. Which spells disaster for both of you. Why? Because you both have hidden agendas which will cause a rift between the two of you. Jimmy and I don't have any agendas besides walking into that ring on Sunday and giving the crowd what they paid to see. You see, you two can overlook us. You can pretend that we aren't a threat in your fantasy world. Because here in the world, Gamer Inc will be setting the mark. We will set the bar so high that everyone after us will have to step up their game.

You see that's what we do. We elevate everyone all the while we are carving our own paths toward the Mixed tag championships. So boys, you can keep acting like you have sand in your asscracks but in the end WE WILL SEEK AND DESTROY.

Jack smirks while motioning Beverly to zoom in on his face. She does just that as his white teeth glisten in the camera.

Time is almost up. The game is almost finished. No reset button to press. No restarts will be allowed. Your life is very low. Your survival rate is nearing zero percent. That means one thing. YOUR FINISHED. As an old friend of mine once said, SORRY ABOUT YOUR DAMN LUCK!!!

Jack smirks as Beverly stops the camera.

 <p align=right>December 22, 2018
Off Camera

It's a cool day in Kansas City, Kansas as Jack Stewart is sitting in a green plastic lawn chair. He is holding a tumblr full of Sprite as he watches his two nephews playing football in the backyard. His smile grows when soft footsteps come up behind him while placing a hand on top of Jack's shoulders.

"Hey mate," says Josiah as Jack looks up. "Hey Josiah," replies Jack as he gets up quickly and greets his old partner. Josiah smiles while hugging his old friend. "What are you doing here?" asks Jake as he watches Josiah sit down in the chair next to him holding a bottle of Corona. "Your mom called me. She told me you would be coming for Christmas," answers Josiah as they look out at the two kids playing.

Jack was happy to know his mother would call his old partner. Jack sips on his Sprite as Josiah clears his throat. "How is life Jack?" asks Josiah. "Life is good. I have a thriving gaming channel and I own a few media companies," he answers as Josiah takes a good swig of his beer. "How about your wrestling career?" asks Josiah. "It's going okay. I haven't been able to find that spark that I did several years ago," answers Jack.

Josiah excitedly yells for one of the little ones as they start playing a little more rough. "What you need is to find that dark place again," replies Josiah as Jack looks at him. "You know what I mean Jack. I have seen you compete. You fight timidly and I know that's not who you are. You are a vicious competitor with a thirst for violence. Hell, that's what made you a multiple champion," he continues. Jack sits in his chair thinking as Clary steps out from the house. Clary Fitz, Jack's old high school sweetheart, places her onto his shoulder.

"Hi Jackie," she says playfully. "What do you want?" asks Josiah as he lifts his eyes to see the wench. Jack doesn't say anything as Clary plays with her hair. "I heard Jack was single now and thought I come by," she answers as Josiah looks at him. "What happened with you and Felicia?" asks Josiah. Jack looks at his old friend. "I divorced her after I found her fucking some dude," he says as Josiah's eyes go wide. He had no idea Jack was going through hell but kept a brave face. "I thought your life was going great," remarks Josiah.

"It is going great. I have a beautiful daughter who turns three this year. I have three best friends who watch my back. I have another good friend who I come to for advice. I have a mentor who keeps me on my toes. What more can I ask for," replies Jack. "You could have me," taunts Clary as she twists her hair around her finger. Jack still hasn't acknowledged her as Josiah leans back in his chair. "You could be a champion," he jokes as Jack leans back in his chair. "That'll come in due time," says Jack as they continue to watch the kids play.

<p align=right>December 30, 2018
Off Camera

Eight days have passed since Jack spent Christmas with his parents. He was traveling through San Diego while heading towards his ex-wife's place to pick up his daughter. On the way, he sees his old stomping ground Hell Championship Wrestling. Seeing that he was going to be a little early, he decides to pull into the parking lot. He finds an empty space parks. He kills the engine and steps out of his car.

Jack walks up to the front door, opens it and crosses the threshold. He sees the wrestling ring set up in the corner and smiles. Thinking no one is inside, he throws down his small bag into the corner. He starts heading for the ring when a man steps out of the shadows. "Hello Jackson," says the voice as Jack stops in his tracks. Jack turns to see Dustin Holt leaning against the door jam.

"Hi Dustin, I didn't know you were going to be here," replies Jack. Dustin chuckles while shoving one hand into his pocket. "I normally would be home but I have a show coming up in a couple days," remarks Dustin. Jack rubs the back of his head while standing up straight. "What brings you back?" asks Dustin. Jack sighs. "I have a match coming up in two weeks but I don't think I'm ready for it," answers Jack as he hangs his head.

"Why do you say that?" asks Dustin as he peels himself off the door. Jack shrugs his shoulder. "I guess everyone keeps calling me joke. So I am starting to believe it," answers Jack as Dustin shakes his head. He walks over towards his ring and looks over his shoulder at Jack. Jack raises one eyebrow as he sees Dustin hop up onto the apron. "What are you doing?" questions Jack. Dustin doesn't say a word as he motions for Jack to get into the ring.

Jack smirks as he sprints and slides into the ring. For an hour and a half, the two traded holds. Dustin would strike with a German Suplex but Jack would block the third. After Jack connects with a snap Suplex, Dustin calls for a timeout. "Hey, there is no timeouts in wrestling," jokes Jack as Dustin laughs. "For this old man, you can make an exception," states Dustin as they just sit on the mat. "For the record, you haven't lost a step. You just need to stop listening to what others are saying. What you really need is confidence in yourself," says Dustin as Jack nods.

Jack looks at his sweat covered hands as he lifts his eyes up to Dustin. "I think you are right. I have been hiding in my own mind," Jack states as Dustin laughs. The two men step out of the ring as Jack heads for the door.

<p align=right>January 4, 2019

<p align=left> On Camera

Jack is once again sitting inside his recording studio. He has a plate of pizza with a cup of Root Beer sitting off to the side. His webcam has been up just waiting for him to hit record. He positions himself directly in the center of the shot. He smirks a little before moving the cursor towards the record button. He clicks on it.

What's up my friends and welcome to another vlog. Today, I would like to talk to everyone about words. Words can be very helpful or hurtful. It's all in the way you present them. For example, earlier this week Alex Jones and Austin James Mercer have done nothing but insult me. I had no idea, we were the problems for their booking for Inception 3. I didn't know I had that much power. I thought Jimmy and myself were like everyone else. We are booked when needed otherwise we just sit in our locker room and enjoy the show.

The video keeps rolling as Jack picks up his soda and takes a sip.

2019 has finally arrived as Jimmy and I look to make our Inception debut as a tag team. Now this may come to you as a shock but this won't be the first time we have teamed up. Despite what you might think, Jimmy and I know each other very well inside and outside the ring. We work together on plenty of video shoots and we train together. Not to mention, we have won several tag team championships together. Now why are Alex and Austin dismissing this. Is it because they are so bitter about being small time heroes? Or is it because they want everything handed to them based on their own fantasy?

Look we get it, you two are FORMER world champions. Notice the emphasis I put on that word. You two are like Jimmy and myself championship less. Now tell me, why must you feel the need to remind everyone of what you have done prior to your signing. Are you truly afraid that someone will forget? How can they? You mention it every five minutes. I'm a former world champion myself but I don't talk about it. Why? Because it doesn't matter. I am here and I am working my way up.

I was a lot like you when I first started out. I constantly talked about my accomplishments and practically begged management to book me in high profile matches even if I didn't earn them. All because I kept saying I'm a former world champion. Yes, that's a great accomplishment but once you sign on the dotted line to a new place. Your accomplishments turn into ash because they don't matter.

Jack sneaks a bite of pizza while taking a minute to catch his breath.

I bet you are probably thinking to yourselves. Oh, Jimmy and I aren't making much sense. We are just sounding like two guys who want to avoid the inevitable. That's where you two are making the biggest mistake in your lives. You see, I'm not a joke as you think. I am a very skilled wrestler when that bell rings. I am one you don't want to trade holds with due to how technical I am. Jimmy is just like me. We don't rely on one aspect. We rely on multiple. You see, he is the speed while I am the power. What do you guys have? Besides big egos which could be your Achilles heel.

Alex said himself. He didn't want to come to SCW. Not because he was afraid but because he knew he couldn't hang. I mean it's simple to be the top dog when you are in a very small pond. Once you enter the ocean, you get swallowed up by the Sharks that swim freely. Now, I'm not saying Jimmy and I are sharks but when it comes to tag team wrestling. We are the best. We don't need championships to make ourselves believe. We need confidence which we have in spades.

We have chemistry. We have each other's back. What do you guys have? Besides the ability of bitching about things you have no control over and the constant need of talking about your accomplishments. I swear if you two say former world champions again, I'm going to jab a retractable pen through my own ears.

Inception 3 will not be the welcome wagon you two will like. Mainly because it's going to be the reminder that Gamer Inc will be champions in the near future. Now why don't you guys go buy a Nintendo Switch. It's the only chance you got to beat us. You may not like Gamers but it's going to take gamers to defeat two ungrateful shitheads. See you at Inception 3 if you two show up.

 <p align=right>Off Camera

It's a mighty cold day in downtown Las Vegas, Nevada as Char Kwan, Aimee Saunders and Beverly Milsap are just pulling into the small parking lot of the Homeless mission. Aimee cuts the engine off as all three of them get out of the vehicle. Char opens the rear hatch as two big banana boxes full of food appear. Char grabs one banana box as Beverly grabs the other one. Aimee reaches into the backseat and pulls out a big white trash bag. She flings it over her shoulder as the three of them walk into the mission.

Sharon Loving, the general manager of the mission, greets them as they walk through the mission. Her eyes are welling with tears as she shows Char and Beverly where to put the boxes.

Sharon: Thank you, for doing this ladies.

Char and Beverly smile while giving Sharon a playful hand gesture.

Char: It's our pleasure to help these people have a holiday meal. We don't know what it is like to be without but we know these people deserve more than this.

Sharon smiles even wider.

Sharon: I am so grateful that two young women like you are willing to sacrifice their time for people who have falling on hard times.

Beverly starts unloading her box as she adds to what Char had said.

Beverly: I know what it's like to be in a situation like most of the people here. I once was homeless when my mom passed away from a long battle with anal cancer. It is rough but if it wasn't for people who gave me food. I wouldn't be where I am today.

A few tears trickle down Sharon's face as she leaves Char and Beverly so they can get everything set up. As she does this, she walks over to Aimee who has been emptying the contents from the trash bag. The bag had contained Christmas gifts in all shapes and sizes. Sharon couldn't believe it as Aimee leaned back up.

Sharon: What we got here?

Aimee smiles while running a hand through her jet black hair.

Aimee: Last time I was here, I saw this tree and thought it presents belonged underneath it. So my friends and I, went shopping and used all of our money to buy gifts for everyone who appears tonight for Christmas dinner.

Sharon: That is so sweet. I don't know how I can thank you girls for doing all of this.

Aimee smiles and flicks her wrist at Sharon.

Aimee: You don't have to do anything. Char, Bevy and myself wanted to do this ever since we saw how many homeless people were outside the Gold Casino.

As Aimee and Sharon are having a conversation, Char is fixing the stuffing while Beverly is cooking the baked beans. Reba Edwards, another volunteer, joins them with watching the Christmas ham. A few hours go by as the dinner is finished, a few pies are ready and the tables are all set up. Beads of sweat cling to Char's forehead as she looks at Beverly.

Char: Do you think the guys are having the same amount of fun as we are tonight?

Beverly: I don't know. I imagine they are really out of their element. It's going to be a miracle if they pull this off.

Char nods as the mission doors open. A multitude of homeless people enter the mission. Sharon informs them of the volunteers who have come to provide each of them with a hot meal. Aimee has took over the role of deejay as she is playing a variety of Christmas songs off her iPad. Char is serving up some stuffing on an elderly woman's plate when the woman looked closer.

Elderly woman: Are you Char Kwan?

Char has a toothy grin on her lips as she nods her head. The elderly woman smiles back while reaching her hand out towards Char.

Elderly Woman: My grandson is a big fan of yours. Unfortunately, I don't get to see him much since he lives in Japan with his mother.

Char notices the elderly woman's facial expression change to that of sadness as she walks around the food and kneels down to be eye level with the woman.

Char: My heart hurts for you. I know what it's like to live in Asia. I lived in South Korea during my childhood. It was certainly different than what most kids did here. What is your grandson's name?

Elderly Woman: Jeffry

Char smiles.

Char: The next time Jeffry is in town. I will leave two front tickets for you both. How does that sound?

The elderly woman smiles as tears run down her cheeks.

Elderly Woman: Bless you. My grandson would be thrilled.

Char gives the woman a soft hug as Beverly watches with a smile on her face. Char looks down at her watch as she nods toward Beverly. Beverly nods back as they ask Sharon for a quick break. Sharon looks at everyone eating and conversing before agreeing to their break. Char looks over at Aimee but she is in a deep game of mahjong as they slip out the back of the mission.
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<p align=right>On Camera

Char Kwan is standing a few steps down from the mission as Beverly checks over her phone to make sure it would hold up. Char looks with a slight grin as Beverly motions for Char to begin.

Char Kwan: I bet all of you are wondering where we are and why we are dressed up like Eskimos? That's because Beverly and I along with our friend Aimee are providing the homeless here in Las Vegas a holiday meal. I know it doesn't sound all that glamorous but we wanted to do it. I know everyone thinks I should be focusing on Amy Marshall and Jon Dough. Why? Why should just keep my focus on them when I have so many things on my mind?

I get it. Amy Marshall is a hall of Famer and has won so many championships. Those are very amazing accomplishments but I get the feeling she thinks she deserves more. She is like most of the bombshells in SCW. Amy believes she is entitled to everything just because she is a hall of Famer. I got a newsflash for ya Amy. Life doesn't work that way. You see no one has handed me a damn thing in my career. Every championship that I have won, I earned through hardwork and determination. All you have done is weasel your way into championship matches when you have done nothing to earn them.

This week, you are once again in a tag team match with Jon Dough. The last time you teamed up, you defeated the same team Jack and Bevy defeated. So I'm wondering was it truly skill or did you just get lucky. I know for Jack and Bevy it was a mixture of luck and skill that helped propelled us into the position we are in right now. We control our own fate. We get the opportunity to beat you then get some retribution against the Jordans.

I know we must get past you first and that will be an easy task since this time around you are facing the original line up. This week, you aren't facing Gamers Inc oh no. This week you get Nerd Inc. and I know you aren't ready for this kind of team. Jack and I have been teaming for years. We know each other like the back of our hand. We are comfortable with each other and we know each other's weaknesses. Can you and Jon say the same thing? I doubt it. But I guess that's just the fun thing about this challenge. We get to see which team is better.

Char pauses for a minute to catch her breath.

Char Kwan: Don't let me being an Asian scare you. I am just as capable as anyone when it comes to performing in the ring. Yes, I do know a slew of martial arts. Yes, I do love to utilize what I have learned into my arsenal. However. I am someone who will take a lot of risk just to prove myself. I am not the strongest but I am very quick on my feet. I may not out power you but I will out wrestle you. That's the kind of threat I am Amy. I am someone who can do a lot just to become the best. What are you willing to do? Are you willing to risk it all? Guess we will find out huh.
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<p align=right>Off Camera

We shift away from the girls serving the homeless to Jack and Jimmy sitting in a giant room surrounded by sick children. Jack is helping a young boy build a city with his large Lego set as Jimmy is holding up a book and reading to the kids. Earlier in the day, Jack and Jim had an adventure as they went to multiple toy stores and book stores. They purchased three Santa bags full of gifts for the sick kids staying at a St Jude's hospital in Carson City, Nevada. This wasn't the first time Jack has done something like this. Every year around Christmas time, he buys toys for kids who aren't able to have a normal Christmas.

The hospital staff had no idea they were coming as Jack just walked up to the front desk.

Jack: Excuse me, can I speak to the head doctor or nurse?

The front desk receptionist lifts her eyes up from her computer screen and gives a strong sigh. She calls up Doctor Wilson as Jack stands politely next to the desk. Dr. Wilson strolls up to the desk as he sees Jack and Jimmy standing there. He walks around and sees the three Santa bags.

Dr. Wilson: What can I do for you fellas?

Jack smiles while giving the doctor a firm handshake.

Jack: Dr. Wilson, my name is Jackson Rod Stewart and this is my good friend Jimmy Andrews. We are here to give these children some Christmas gifts that Santa brought to us.

Dr. Wilson's jaw dropped when he heard what Jack said. He almost had nothing to say as leads the young men into the giant room which holds four tables, a reading area and lots of chairs to sit in. Jack smiles as Jimmy places the bags next to the large table in the center of the room. Dr. Wilson quietly thanks them for doing this as Jack simply smiles.

Jack: Don't mention it. This is one of my traditions every year. My kids get toys and things on Christmas Day. However, I know these kids could use some cheering up as well.

Dr. Wilson nods as a couple nurses lead a group of kids into the room. Jimmy stands tall as the little eyes light up. The kids gather around the large table as Jack and Jimmy quietly starts handing out presents. The sound of wrapping paper getting ripped off fills the room as Jimmy stands next to Jack.

Jimmy: This was a very good idea Jack.

Jack smiles.

Jack: Yep. The look on their faces is why I do this every year.

One of the kids walk up to Jack and tugs on his pants leg.

Child: Thank you for the Lego set.

Jack kneels down and looks the kid square in the eye. No words were said as he gives the child a soft embrace. The kid then asks if Jack could help him build. Jack nods as they walk over to a small corner and begins building a Lego city. Jimmy watches until a little girl walks up to him holding a storybook. She holds it out to him as he quickly smiles before joining a big circle of kids. He quietly begins reading as Dr. Wilson watches from against the wall.

Dr. Wilson: I never thought these kids would get a Christmas.

The nurse watches as Jimmy finishes the story. He hands the book back to the little girl as he gives her a high five. She then joins her friends as he walks over towards Jack. He taps him on the shoulder as Jack fist bumps his new friend. Dr. Wilson greets the two men at the door. Jack inaudibly tells the doctor that the third bag was for him and the staff. Tears fill the doctor's eyes as Jimmy and Jack leave the room.
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<P align=right>On Camera

Jack and Jimmy are walking through the parking garage as Jack pulls out his camcorder. Jimmy didn't even know Jack had it. Jack smirks as he tilts the camera upward as he suddenly begins to record.

Jack Stewart: How you doing friends? I hope you are having a wonderful Christmastime with family and friends. Speaking of friends, Jimmy and I just finished loving on some kids here in Carson City. We helped put a lot of smiles on a ton of sick kids and boy it was refreshing. I had so many kids ask for autographs and photos that it felt good to do all of it without any sort of payment. Christmas time is my favorite time of year because of things like this.

Jack stops midstride to reposition his camera but Jimmy decides to take it out of his hand. Jimmy slips it onto his own hand as Jack just goes with it.

Jack Stewart: Last week, I had a sliver of doubt creep over me during our match with Jerry and Kandy. Both of them were very competitive and they proved to be a creditable unit. Beverly and I did prove that chemistry is a key ingredient in a successful team. This week, I am still riding that high as Amy Marshall and Jon Dough stand between Gamer Inc and the tag titles. Now I am fully aware that both Jon Dough and Amy Marshall are very good as individual competitors. However, their lone victory wasn't all that impressive. First off, we defeated the same team they did and we are the one on a roll. I'm sure Jon Dough will be respectful which is highly appreciated but is that going to help you win a match.

I can show you respect to I'm blue in the face but when it comes down to it. I'm coming into this match with a lot too prove. This time around, I'm teaming with the O.G. of Gamer Inc. Yes, I am talking about my best friend Char Kwan. Before there was Gamer Inc, there was Nerd Inc. Nerd Inc is what started it all and that is who you will be facing folks. I know it doesn't matter to you who it is but it matters to us.

Char Kwan and myself have the most history when it comes to teaming together. She has always had my back even when I divorced my wife a few months ago. Char has been there and this week we will rise to the occasion.

Jack uses his right hand to stroke his chin while thinking.

Jack Stewart: Jon Dough, I don't see you as an ally or a friend. I see you has the second to last hurdle that I have to jump over. Gamer Inc has been scratching and clawing through the ranks hoping for a title opportunity. Our one chance happens at Inception 3 but before we can get there. We must go through you. I know you want nothing more than to be champion again but you've had your chance. This is ours and I will do whatever it takes to succeed.

I am not above using dirty tactics to secure a victory for my team. I am willing to do it all. Like I said, this is our match to push us into the next level. We must prove why we are a potential champion and that starts on Climax Control. I hope your holidays are wonderful but this Sunday. Your dream Christmas will turn into a bloody nightmare.

Good luck, cause you both will need it.

 <p align=left> Off Camera

Raindrops smack against the glass in a gym located in downtown Las Vegas. The weatherman said the rain should let up but that was just over three hours ago. As the rain continues to fall, Jimmy Andrews steps out from the men's locker room wearing dark blue gym shorts with a lime green stripe down both sides. He is preparing for his upcoming bout with Ben Jordan and Evie Jordan. Jimmy knows how well Ben can be inside the ring thanks to a little insight from one of his mentors. He has watched a lot of footage and knows just how much work Ben puts into his wrestling. Jimmy moves toward the side where racks upon racks of free weights. As he strides across the linoleum floor, his good friend Char Kwan walks out of the girl's locker room with her blue violet hair in a sharp ponytail with a pale goldenrod tank top and slate grey yoga pants.

Char: Jimmy!

Char screams his name as the lights in the gym continue to flicker on and off thanks to the storm outside.

Jimmy: I'm over here.

Jimmy calls out while waving his right hand into the air. Since Jimmy stood six feet six inches tall, it was easy for Char to spot him whether the gym was well lit or not. Char waves back as she slinks across the same floor. She stops a little to do a swan like dance as Jimmy just shakes his head.

Jimmy: Do you really think it's necessary for you to break into a dance right now?

Char tilts her head back as she smiles.

Char: I think it's quite necessary for a dance break. After what we did for thanksgiving, I believe we earned the right for a dance break.

Char chuckles as Jimmy shakes his head slightly before picking up a thirty-five pound bar bell. Char shrugs her shoulder while looking through the bar bells. Jimmy watches Char as she studies each weight while running her hand over every single one of them.

Jimmy: What are you doing Char?

Char pokes her tongue out slightly while continuing to move her hands over each bar bell.

Char: I'm looking for the one weight that will be the perfect weight for this workout.

Char continues doing it as Jimmy is trying very hard not to get upset with her. He knows she's not into the weight training but without a wrestling to train in this was the best they could do.

Jimmy: Just pick up a weight Char. We really need to workout so we can be truly ready for Climax Control.

Char leans up when her phone vibrates in her pocket. She pulls it out as a picture of Beverly comes across her phone. A big smile forms on her lips as Jimmy looks at her.

Jimmy: Char, we don't have time for......

Char: What you talking about Jimbo? We always have time to talk with our friends. Especially when they are doing some fun things.

As Jimmy sighs, the scene quickly switches back to the Gold Casino in Las Vegas as Jack Stewart is starting to tear down from the celebrity poker that was held this past Sunday. As he is doing so, Beverly is sitting over at the bar sipping on a gin and tonic while scrolling through her phone.

Jack: Are you going to give me a hand?

Beverly jokingly claps her hands while keeping her eyes solely on her phone screen.

Beverly: Not right now Jack, I'm about to talk to Char and Jimmy. Besides, shouldn't we be getting out of here? I mean we need to be getting to Climax Control.

Jack and a couple of their friends are trying to move some items back as Beverly converses with Char. The scene switches back to Jimmy and Char in the small gym in Las Vegas.

Jimmy: Char, we really need to get some training in before getting to Lake Tahoe.

Char waves her hand back at him while sharing a laugh with Beverly. Jimmy is slowly beginning to get a little frustrated as he puts back the bar bell. He sighs while walking over towards Char.

Jimmy: Well, this isn't going to work.

Char: What's not going to work?

Char asks while lifting her eyes up towards him.

Jimmy: You obviously aren't ready for Evie Jordan. So we might as well call it off.

Char looks at Jimmy.

Char: I think we are ready for those two. We don't need to kill ourselves over training when we just need to know a few things about both of them.

Jimmy rubs his chin.

Jimmy: I just might know someone who can help us out.

Char: Really, who?

Jimmy smirks.

Jimmy: You'll find out.

Char finishes her call with Beverly as the two of them head for the front door.
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The next day, Jimmy Andrews and Char Kwan are sitting outside a cafe in Lake Tahoe. Char had ordered them both a French vanilla latte as Jimmy periodically checks his phone for a text message.

Char: Are you sure he is going to be here?

Jimmy nods his head.

Jimmy: He told me last night that he would be here and I believe him.

Char doesn't look to thrilled as she pulls over her jacket trying to keep the cool breeze from touching her skin. Jimmy looks up and down as he hopes that this meeting doesn't come back to bite him.

Char: I don't think he is......

As Char is trying to say something negative, a large commotion happens near the side entrance as Jimmy turns his head. A smile forms across his lips as a well dressed man is standing amongst the large crowd. Jimmy stands up and waves his hand.

Jimmy: Uncle Travis!

He shouts as Travis Nathaniel Andrews works his way through crowd. He smiles while holding his arms out to his side.

Travis: Hello my boy.

Jimmy hugs his uncle as Char looks dumbfounded. She doubted Jimmy that his uncle would show up. Now that he is here, she has no clue on what to say.

Jimmy: Uncle Travis, you remember my friend Char Kwan.

Travis nods while holding out his hand.

Travis: I never forget a beautiful face. How are you my dear?

Char just shakes his hand while stammering over her words. Travis chuckles as he pulls his chair out and takes a seat at the table.

Travis: So why did you call Jimmy?

Jimmy looks at his uncle.

Jimmy: We need your help. On Sunday, Char and I will be facing Ben and Evie Jordan for the first time.

Travis tilts his head.

Travis: I see well I'm not sure how helpful I can be. I didn't have the best of luck against Ben myself. The guy is so good in the ring it's almost scary. No matter what he is doing, Ben will always be a threat.

Jimmy rolls his thumbs.

Jimmy: Uncle, we are not sure how to fight someone with the talent he possesses. We are lucky to even be included in this point system.

Travis: Jimmy, you need to have confidence in your own abilities. Otherwise, you are just opening the door for Ben to light you up. Trust me on that, I know what it is like to face him when the pressure is on. I believe you can do what I couldn't. I believe you can defeat him.

Jimmy looks at his uncle.

Jimmy: You really think so.

Char leans forward just a little bit.

Char: What about me?

Travis smiles.

Travis: You both are extremely talented in your own ways. I believe you need to stop letting everyone tell you how to be and just be yourselves.

Char sighs as Travis looks at his watch.

Travis: Well, I best be on my way.

Char: Wait, are not going to help us with Ben and Evie?

Travis shakes his head.

Travis: No. I did my time and now it's up to you two to figure things out on your own. You guys have proven your worth and I believe you will do it again.
<p align=left> * REC

With that said, Travis stands up and walks out of the cafe. Jimmy sits there for a moment before pulling out his phone. He motions for Char to come sit next to him. She gets up from her chair and sits next to him. Jimmy touches the camera app on his phone and switches it to video. He silently gives the count before pressing the record button.

Jimmy: Hey guys and gals, thank you for joining us on our newest vlog. As you can see Char and myself are sitting at cafe in Lake Tahoe. It is pretty chilly where we are sitting but the scenery is magnificent.

Char leans into the shot.

Char: Some of you might be wondering, why are we in Lake Tahoe? The reason is because we are competing at Climax Control against two top single wrestlers. The wrestlers being Ben Jordan and Evie Jordan also known as Evie Baang. Jimmy and I are still trying to figure out how we can survive this match. Some might say, we don't stand a chance due to our status as low level superstars.

Jimmy nods his head.

Jimmy: That may be true but I believe we can do the unthinkable. Ben Jordan is a phenomenal wrestler with talent that goes for days. I understand that he will take a mile if given an inch. That won't be the case when he faces off against me. I am confident that I can match your intensity. I am confident that I will do what my uncle couldn't do during his career. That being the one Andrews to beat you. Now, I will not underestimate you. I know you are extremely dangerous but I am ready to prove that I am just as dangerous.

Char grins.

Char: Ben Jordan is a well respected wrestler in the locker room. His wife Evie Jordan is somewhat respected. He in ring accomplishments aren't something to sneeze at but her attitude is what ruins everything she tries to do. I get it Evie. You want everyone to like you but you go about it the wrong way. Unfortunately, this isn't going to be a night you are going to like. Mainly because the Asian gamer is going to show you just how tough I am. I am ready for whatever you will throw at me.

Jimmy: Char and I are looking forward to this contest. Our last match was against those Metal Maniacs which we defeated. So we know what is like to work together as a unit. We wonder if you two can develop that chemistry that makes a great team. We know how well your chemistry is outside the ring. However, I don't see your chemistry as a team. It takes a lot to trust someone with your career. It's a good thing, Char and I trust each other. We are ready to go the distance. Are you ready? We are ready for a fight. We are ready to prove that we aren't just nerds. We are ready to prove it.

So Ben and Evie, we are prepared. See you on Sunday.

 

Jimmy Andrews is sitting on the couch with a PlayStation 4 controller in his hands. He is currently playing Friday The 13th while wearing sweatpants and a tank top. His silver hair is a little messy as the recent promo from Heavy Metal Maniacs is still running through his mind.

ANDREWS: That was a very creepy thing. I'm still trying to understand what message they were trying to send. My uncle warned me about you. He told me how you try to use disturbing imagery to try and get inside our heads. If this was a video game like the one I'm playing then maybe I'd be extremely perturbed.

Jimmy lets out a soft sigh as Char Kwan walks into the room carrying a Starbucks coffee cup. Her violet hair is tied into a soft braid.

CHAR: What's up Jimmy?

ANDREWS: Hey Char, oh just playing some Friday The 13th.

Char plops down onto the purple bean bag next to the couch. She sips on her coffee as Jimmy continues to play.

CHAR: Do you have any clue on how to handle these sickos?

Jimmy presses the pause button and looks over at Char.

ANDREWS: Yeppers. We play our game and work together. Those creeps feed off fear but if we show no fear towards them then their manipulation games have no effect on us. Plus, we have a distinct advantage. We have no tapes for them to study but we can study all of their movements.

Char closes one eye while scratching the side of her face.

CHAR: Guess you are right. I mean we are more in tune with our surroundings and I'm sure that freak Iron Maiden has never seen an Asian like me. I'm fast. I'm smart and I'm extremely agile. We are gamers but we are also athletes. Which means we will ready and confident in our abilities. So Maniacs bring all the creepiness you can muster because we are going to make you eat it.

Jimmy smirks.

ANDREWS: I'm not sure how you got the name Anthrax but is it really scary? I don't think so. I think you are just a sad man hiding behind clown face paint. You are going to be in for a rude awakening when I step right up to you and laugh. I don't find clowns scary. I find them to be incredibly stupid and will have fun slamming you into the canvas. This is my chance to prove that my uncle isn't the only Andrews who can get it done inside the ring. It's going to be a circus blast.

Char laughs as Jimmy turns back toward the television.

 Terrance Coleman and Bradley King are tossing around a few kettle bells while listening to the daunting voice of Horace Jackson. The Unholy Alliance’s promotional video is playing in the background.

“I am so excited about my debut that I can’t sleep. Thanks to Mark Ward and Ben Jordan for giving us an opportunity to showcase our talents in front of the same crowd that made Horace and Ben household names. Brad and myself are looking to do the same thing but we have a problem. We got to face two ungrateful slugs. Dmitri and Tuscini have a lot of nerve talking about us even though they know nothing about us,” Terrance begins while placing the kettle bell down onto the rubber mat.

“I find it funny how they call us cowards when they have no facts. The two of us are faster than a speeding bullet. We aren’t just thrown together like some makeshift team. We have been teaming for a few months. We do believe in ourselves. We believe that no matter what you two wanna be mobsters throw at us. We can bounce back like a rubber ball. We could ask why you hatin’? Why you placing us in a bubble. Are you that unappreciative of the competition or are you expecting us to tuck our tails between our legs. Unfortunately, that isn’t going to happen so you guys better be ready,” adds Bradley.

“Because we will run circles around you,” says Terry as they return to their workout.

 The scene opens inside a local pub in downtown Melbourne. The pub itself is packed with screaming Aussies and several SCW fans. They are watching old clips as Travis and Horace are sitting near the back. Horace is wearing a ball cap while Travis is checking his phone.

"Will you relax Trav," says Horace as he calmly takes a sip of his whiskey.

"I'll relax when I know my baby girl is alright," replies Travis.

Last week, Travis' daughter Denise had her debut match for a company ran by his good friend Kaden. Travis wanted to be there but couldn't leave due to certain business deals happening.

"I'm sure Denise can handle herself. We need to focus on this upcoming Tag Team Elimination match against The Monstimals and London Underground," says Horace.

Travis nods his head.

"You are right Horace, we do need to focus on this match. Ben is counting on us to bring home those tag straps. We've already let him down twice," responds Travis as a young female fan walks past them.

Travis stops to look at his surroundings when some clown walks up to their table.

"Do you boys want to see a magic trick?" asks The Clown.

"Sure," answers Horace as Travis narrows his eyes a bit.

The Clown smiles as he pulls out a deck of cards. Travis groans as The Clown looks at him.

"Do you have a problem?" asks The Clown.

Travis looks at the Clown. He scoots his chair back and stands up.

"No problem, I'm just not into pathetic magic tricks," he answers while grabbing his jacket from off the chair. Travis gives Horace a slight nod of his head while walking towards the exit. Travis steps out onto the wooden porch as he lets out a loud sigh.

"High Stakes 6 is just around the corner and everyone is upping their game. Sin City Wrestling continues to outshine the competition because of guys like Ryan Keys, Griffin Hawkins, Calvin Harris and Mark Ward. The ladies are making waves as well but one thing is for damn sure. Ben's Club are the true underdogs on this night. That's nothing new to me seeing how for three fucking years I have been treated like some greenhorn rookie. It's almost like my 16 year career doesn't even matter or the fact that I've done more for SCW than anyone. Yet, The Monstimals seem to stick to the same rhetoric when it comes to me. They constantly call me a joke despite the fact that I'm the one people rush to see when at a meet and greet.

They constantly downplay my accomplishments because they don't have championship reigns attached to them. Last time I checked, winning championships don't always say you're successful. The fact that I made Chris Shipman tap out twice is noteworthy because I'm the only man in this company to do it. Lord Raab has never done it. I also ended James Tuscini's undefeated streak. Did you do that Raab? No. So please explain how I am a joke when I have done more then you can even imagine.

It's funny that you question my wrestling ability when all you do is cry for hardcore matches. It doesn't take a lot of skill to swing a chair. I bet most of these drunks can do that. Making a man tap out takes more skill. Skills that I do possess and will use to annihilate you masked boneheads."

Horace steps out of the pub as Travis turns to face him.

"The Monstimals are annoying since they are constantly calling us the Awful Club. Even though we continue to show the hell up and putting on a fight. Lord Raab is nothing more than a brainless twit with a mute husband. Daniel Morgan is probably the only one in this match with a working brain. However, we are going to prove that we belong here.

Even if it means we have to dig down deep and find ourselves. Travis and I are the veterans of this sport and will prove it. London Underground are talented competitors but do they really want this. Travis and I want this just as bad if not more. We are willing to go through a tornado just to get our hands on those straps.

Travis smirks while turning to the left.

That's what it's all about for us. It's not about adding to our legacies. It's not about being something we aren't. We are about giving the fans something to cheer for and making those tag straps mean something again. So Monstimals and London Underground count your blessings now because come Sunday. We will take those blessings away.

 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.