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Climax Control Roleplays / Chapter 5: Run (Part 2/2)
« Last post by Frankie Holliday on August 29, 2025, 11:57:31 PM »I know I asked nicely.
I know I begged and pleaded for this to not continue.
But I suppose this is how things are now.
So be it.
I won a couple of weeks ago and I am being rewarded with this opportunity.
But now, I am through suggesting, or threatening or cajoling or anything like that.
I have to take charge and do this myself. I have to be the change first, in order to make it better.
I am doing this for your own good, Sin City Wrestling.
I tried to be nice. Now… we’re doing it my way.
Because sometimes in life, you make the choice, other times, the choice is made for you.
For a few good weeks, we completed “The great Nebraska random corner store crime spree” as it were. But we never gained any national headlines or anything. Not that I would think that it would have, but Eddie did see kind of bummed about it, but the fact was we were making a living doing this.
But it wasn’t going to be enough to last forever. Taking $400 on a good night from a 7-11 really wasn’t the money you think it is. It was enough to buy some food, temporary lodging, changes of clothes, and different outfits, but that was about it. We were not savvy with the money by any stretch of the imagination. What we didn’t buy, we stole. But it still wasn’t enough to really live on.
But more importantly, our relationship was hitting a very rocky stretch.
Eddie was pretty uptight and began blaming me when things didn’t always go to plan, even though he would botch the robbery sometimes, or I wouldn’t run out of the store with the right items. It became a crisis every time. Everything had to be perfect, otherwise it wasn’t good enough. Even the sex that we would have to make up for it wasn’t good enough all of a sudden.
He was changing.
Now he wanted to experiment, try new things I wasn’t comfortable with. He wanted to tie me up to the bed in the hotel rooms. Roleplay that he was a burglar coming to take advantage of me and steal my stuff. At first it was weird, then I sort of got it as it was a kink thing, and I wasn’t one to kink shame. But it soon became the only way we could do things. It wasn’t fun anymore, now it was work.
I remember when it finally came to a head.
He came into the hotel room after moving the car with the handcuffs he had purchased somewhere along the line. He tossed them at me on the bed.
“Again?” I said, rolling my eyes.
“What’s the matter?” He asked, looking disappointed I wasn’t super into this at the time.
“Why can’t we just do it normally?”
“What, you don’t like this anymore? Where’s your sense of fun and danger?”
“Babe, it’s not really dangerous if I know it’s you, it’s fun to pretend sometimes, but come on, I think we’re good now, right? Does it always have to be this way?”
Eddie looked at me, and I have never seen that level of anger in someone’s eyes. Like he was offended that I wasn’t down for this type of foreplay right at that moment.
He walked up and sat on the bed without saying a word. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the gun he used for all the robberies.
“Dude… calm down.”
He looked at, and then pointed the gun right at my face.
I backed up instinctively, but I wasn’t taking it that serious.
“Put that away.” I said, almost scolding him.
Eddie coked his head to the side, and then grabbed me by the hair and jerked me to the floor. It was so fast and strong, and it fucking hurt.
“Eddie, what the fuck that hurt!”
Eddie pointed the gun at my face and kept a hold of my hair. He spoke in a low, teeth clenched snarl.
“Shut up.”
Then he raised up the gun and made sure I could see it, high over his head and prepared to slam it down on my head. I held up my hands to try and block it, but he was acting like a fucking lunatic.
“You scared now? Huh?” He snarled at me and resumed pointing the gun at me.
“Suck my dick.” He commanded, pointing the gun and still with an extremely tight grip on my hair. I was pretty sure he pulled some out by the roots he was pulling it so hard.
“Okay, Jesus, relax.”
He kept the gun on me the entire time. Multiple times my head butted against the barrel as he kept it steady.
Afterward he attempted to spoon with me but obviously I wasn’t in the mood. He apologized and acted remorseful. Maybe he was, I wasn’t sure, it was very confusing.
The violence lust didn’t stop there though. He wanted to rob multiple places in a day. I was highly against this action, because it increased our chances of being caught. If people knew we were in the area, what little attention we had drawn would grow larger, and the last thing we both needed was more heat to have to dodge.
Then Eddie made what I believe to be a huge mistake at the time, but now that I think about it, it was a calculated choice.
After I wasn’t too keen on the idea of multiple robberies, Eddie began to backtrack and head back in an eastern direction instead of west. Why would we run back into the places we were leaving? We went back through Nebraska and then south to Kansas and then Missouri to continue, because we could hop back and forth to Kansas and Missouri via their state line quickly. He believed this would make it easier to do multiple robberies.
The first time we did this, it worked like a charm. We did one in Kansas, drove across the state line and did it in Missouri. Now we had done this in 3 states and still, it wasn’t like we were making a killing doing this. It was more of a chore than anything.
But the second time, they caught Eddie’s license plate. Now they had a lead and there wasn’t a way to really get away with it. We drove north to Iowa where we laid low for a bit, sleeping in the car and walking to places to get fast food that were within an easy walking distance to avoid being spotted in the car.
There weren’t a lot of places to go, so now Eddie devised another plan: Rob truck stops.
This plan was also incredibly risky, because the truck stops usually had truckers who were armed. Charlie’s friend Earl showed me the inside of his truck a time or two, and he had multiple handguns and a shotgun in case anyone tried to rob his truck or run him off the road.
I advised that this wasn’t the best idea and Eddie again got frustrated with me, implying that I never wanted to go with his plans and I never came up with one myself.
“You know what we should do? Rest stops. Not truck stops.”
Eddie seemed to like the idea and demanded I told him more.
“Well, I mean, think about it, there’s going to be a Popeye’s, Dunkin’ Donuts and a BK all the same spot. That’s three robberies, and because they jack up the prices on the food, there’s presumably more money.”
This seemed to make sense in Eddie’s head, so we commenced to doing just that.
Along the highway, traveling between the four states and then back into Illinois, we hit up 3 rest stops and made about $5000. Eddie was so pleased with this.
But now things were getting out of hand.
He wanted to go all cowboy and go in with no mask or anything. He would brandish his weapon and get caught on camera all the time at this point. Now he was making himself famous, by getting incredibly sloppy. We had to have a talk and get things back on track. I made him pull the car over on the side of the road one faithful night.
“Eddie, what the hell are we supposed to do now?”
“What? This was your idea!”
“Eddie, you’re not even bothering trying to hide anymore. You want to go full Bonnie and Clyde on this? We have to figure something out more permanent. We cannot keep going like this, or we’re both gonna end up dead or in jail!”
Eddie was again angry and frustrated. He knew that he fucked up but he didn’t want to admit it.
“This was your idea, you wanted to do this. Don’t go backing out now, Jelly! You can’t do that. You don’t want to do that. This was us. This was OUR thing. Don’t mess it up now! We’re having the time of our lives, right?”
“No. Eddie, YOU are having the time of your live. We cannot continue to do this. The cops are going to be after us and all it takes it one of us walking into the wrong place or getting spotted by the wrong person and the cops will be at our door and we’ll be fucking done.”
Eddie started laughing, it wasn’t a comforting laugh either. It was sinister. Malice filled his eyes as he exited the car and walked around to my side. He opened the door and just as quickly pulled me out, nearly tossing me on the ground.
“What are you doing?”
Eddie said nothing and began taking all my belongings and tossing them over the guardrail into the field on the side of the car. He launched my backpack and other clothes, scattering them everywhere.
“What the fuck, Eddie!”
He pointed the gun at me, and held it on me as he walked back around and got inside, he pulled the passenger door shut and locked it.
“I should have done this a long time ago and left your ass in Wisconsin. We’re done!”
“Eddie! Wait!”
It was all I could get out before he drove all, peeling out and leaving me on the side of the road, in the dark with just my stuff.
It took hours with no light, but I gathered all my stuff, a suitcase and backpack were all I had now.
I was on my own.
I was on the run.
Maybe I should have been from the very start.
Let me see if I understand this correctly.
A coward walks away from her match. So, we have to scramble to give the people a Bombshell’s title match. And what we come up with is the following.
Seleana Zdunich, the biggest lost cause on the roster.
Cassie Wolfe, perhaps the most NPC wrestler in this company other than Seleana.
Victoria Lyons and Alexandra Calaway, two women who not two weeks ago, received a contendership match and lost.
Crystal Caldwell, who hasn’t wrestled a match in over a month.
And then there’s me.
Thanks for throwing me a bone, I guess.
I mean, I’m just very confused and this entire lineup is hard to swallow as credible and viable for our captain. Aside from me of course. I have asked, ney, demanded over and over again that we stop rewarding mediocrity with things like this. Seleana is a waste of everyone’s time and energy. She fucking sucks. Cassie Wolfe also sucks and hasn’t done anything of value her entire time in this company, and just lost to Alicia Lukas.
Crystal Whatever-her-last-name-is-this-week hasn’t wrestled since Summer XXXtreme in a match, where she also lost. But sure, let’s just reward her based on shit she did like a decade ago. No, I’m sorry, two years ago. Crystal is a human cockroach who continues to come back, time and time again, and then ditches this place, ditches her fans, friends and, lovers over and over and over, and like you have fucking battered wife syndrome, you keep taking her back. And not only do you take her back, you reward her, simply for existing.
STOP. IT.
Victoria Lyons and Alexandra Calaway just lost a contender’s match two weeks ago. This, for all intents and purposes, should push them to the back of the line, yes? Is that not how contendership works around here? I wasn’t given a rematch against Kayla Richards, nor did I deserve one. So why do Alexandra and Victoria deserve one? The simple answer is, they don’t. If you lost your last match, you should not be in this match at all. So it should really just… be me.
My last match was a victory. Over Seleana, who for some reason is in this fucking match. Do you see how this doesn’t make any god damn sense? Why isn’t Kate Steele in this match? Why not Alicia Lukas. You know, people who actually win?
Why are rewarding consistent failures? I need this explained in like a full TED talk or something, because it boggles my fucking mind. I am the only recent winner here. You might think it’s a flimsy rationale, but it has more weight to it than anyone else’s argument here.
Obviously, Seleana has no argument for being involved in this match. None. When was the last time she even won a match? Like ever? I mean, we have to roll back the clock something like over 2 years, don’t we? Maybe longer. I have asked, practically begged you to stop giving Seleana anything resembling chances like this. You are only enabling her to not put in any effort because she is well aware you feel bad for her being treated like a piece of trash by Crystal. It’s time we all just fucking get over it. Stop placating her. She’s never going to make the change if you don’t. Stop letting her try and re-live her 5 minutes in the spotlight that was for a couple of weeks 5 years ago. If you really want that back so badly, then go watch it on demand on the SCW archive channel. This is the last time it should be said.
Stop. Giving. Seleana. Chances.
Cassie’s argument might just be that she got in the match by mistake. For a little bit there, I was unaware of what to actually make of Cassie Wolfe, because she’s so generic that it’s almost impossible to get anything to work with. Look at me, I’m Cassie Wolfe, I smoke weed! I’m… Australian? I could make several jokes about dingos, babies and shrimps on the barby and all that, but it’s just not worth it. Everything about Cassie Wolfe just makes me disinterested. If people walked past Cassie Wolfe on the street, It’s not even that they wouldn’t look twice, it’s that they would look, and wait for something interesting or exciting to happen, but then… nothing. Nothing but bitter disappointment. It’s literally her whole career so far. So when you have an entirely forgettable person hanging around, sometimes they get so lost in the shuffle then end up on the top of the deck from time to time.
But please let’s not confuse things here Cassie, just because you wind up in these spots by complete happenstance, doesn’t mean you deserve them. You’re going to lose this one too, and then float around aimlessly until someone else throws you a bone and then you’ll lose that too, and the cycle will repeat. It will always repeat because you are not good enough to break out of it. If you were, you’d be able to beat people consistently instead of falling ass-backwards into opportunities.
When you lose to fucking Bella Madison, you can’t say shit to me. You have no argument. You had your chance, you blew it. Your planning and scheming and all the things you thought you were going to do, blew up in your face. I mean, let’s just hypothetically say that Victoria or Alexandra had won two weeks ago. And then they lost to the Captain. Then obviously you wouldn’t give them this chance. But they didn’t even fucking make it that far! So no, neither Alexandra or Victoria have any sort of argument on this. They had their chance, and failed. They should both be thanking their lucky stars or whatever god they prey to that they were lumped in here.
Again, we appear to be rewarding people for the past. Victoria had one year as Roulette champion, and it’s over. She gets a chance to move up, and fails. And now, we’re… doing it again? Why? On the strength of that Roulette title reign?
I mean, if we’re going to argue this shit, I beat her prior to my own title match, and I won the Blast from the Past.
Neither of which should hold any bearing on this, right? So let’s not put on the front like Victoria deserves this in any way more than me. She does not, and never will. She was ahead of me, and now she is not. The reality is, she shouldn’t be on the same level as me at this point. I am going to prove to her once and for all that the past doesn’t shape the future. I told you all I was the future and I meant that shit. And when I finally do change things the way they should be, for the betterment of everyone… she will see that trying to stop the inevitable was a waste of her time and that where I place her will be the best spot for her.
Alexandra is in the same boat. Except she doesn’t have a random title reign in the past 6 months to brag about. She’s been doing her best Lilth Locke impersonation because everybody is just a dark, twisted soul because it’s just so cool and mysterious and fun, right? Every woman’s fantasy of just being this kick ass femme fatale while playing the coy little woman who wouldn’t hurt a fly. Because you can just pretend. Pretending is fun. And when the mood strikes, you can be that ass-kicker and talk tough about the things you will do and what you are capable of, and it’s okay, because it’s pretend.
Only when Alexandra says those things, nobody believes her because she has never been able to back them up at any point.
Her title wins can basically be called a fluke since there has been nothing for an entire year since then, despite chance after chance, opportunity after opportunity. No matter what has happened, Alexandra has been on the outside looking in. So now, I have to ask, what the hell happened to the ass kicking femme fatale? What happened to the twisted bitch who plays with fire? Where did her balls go? It’s so disappointing to see people build themselves up so much, only to fail time and time again and expect to be taken seriously. Again, when I get what I need, things will change. And people like Alexandra will be put in the place that they belong. I’m going to give her a prime example by tossing her out of my club for whatever silly thing we’re doing here on Sunday. And then she will be able to play pretend all she wants, in the confines of where it’s best for her and everyone else.
And for damn sure, Crystal whoever has no argument. You know, when I first thought about this, I was annoyed. O-M-G It’s Crystal whatever back again, and she’s suddenly trying again after months, if not years of the same lax disposition. Crystal only tries when there’s something to gain. Only when she thinks she can rebuild her image and somehow untarnish her legacy. It’s the same cycle that has been repeated for what… the last… 8-10 years? It’s a waste of my time and energy.
But.. Then I had an epiphany.
I did. I realized that I shouldn’t be angry at having you do this. I shouldn’t feel annoyed.
She is… Crystal… What is it this week? Caldwell. Yes. Billion time world champion in companies all over the globe. She has done it all, and practically everyone with a pulse, to get where she is today. I mean, right now, I am honored.
I don’t think in the history of the world, not just wrestling, the entire world, there has been a bigger two-faced, backstabbing cunt than her.
I admire her. I really do.
The trail of bodies she has left in your wake will give some infectious diseases a run for their money. The fucking black plague has nothing on that girl. That’s fucking amazing. I wish I was at that level.
Much like Kayla, she is obsessed with the leather and gold that title belts have. It’s really what she cares about. You can talk about “Stealing the show” or being the “silver screen queen” or whatever the new tag line is as you leech off of… Mercedes Vargas? Wait, really? Leeching off another leech? You know something? I think Crystal may have done my job for me. Because let’s face it, nobody wants Crystal to even be in this company at this point. She, at times, appears to be self-aware that she is unpopular, and the only thing we have to wonder about is which side of the coin she will play. Will she come out and tell all of us that she’s sorry and build our trust just to do the same shit again, or say that she deserves this because of her past accomplishments and justify her words and actions.
Because that’s how that works.
You see, if you call Crystal out for being the narcissistic, hypocritical, uncaring, shallow, hollow, shell of a person she is, and then she beats you in a match, then all the things you said, no matter how true, can simply be dismissed. It’s weird. Does that work in other ways too? If I wrestled Crystal, and she had a broken hand, and then she beat me, does that mean her hand isn’t broken? I don’t know, it just seems weird.
How do you apologize one time and then try and own it the second time? Bitch, just fucking own it and never go back to it. You either go big or go home. Because at the end, the circle always completes and she is outed one way or another.
The flip-flopping shit was cute at one point, but now it’s old and tired, like her.
It is time to make the change before this type of shit happens again. I am going to take all these bitches and chuck them to the floor, and then I have a special date with my captain one more time.
Sin City Wrestling we cannot afford to continue to reward mediocrity anymore. This is why I must be allowed to take control. Things must be standardized and everything will be so much better. Isn’t that what you want? My order will be so much better for everyone. I am the only one capable of doing this. I am in this match because I deserve to be, and not one of the other cunts do. It’s that simple.
I will take this victory, and then I will take my right spot at the top of the mountain.
And then a new order will begin, and it will be glorious.
Trust me.
I know I begged and pleaded for this to not continue.
But I suppose this is how things are now.
So be it.
I won a couple of weeks ago and I am being rewarded with this opportunity.
But now, I am through suggesting, or threatening or cajoling or anything like that.
I have to take charge and do this myself. I have to be the change first, in order to make it better.
I am doing this for your own good, Sin City Wrestling.
I tried to be nice. Now… we’re doing it my way.
Because sometimes in life, you make the choice, other times, the choice is made for you.
For a few good weeks, we completed “The great Nebraska random corner store crime spree” as it were. But we never gained any national headlines or anything. Not that I would think that it would have, but Eddie did see kind of bummed about it, but the fact was we were making a living doing this.
But it wasn’t going to be enough to last forever. Taking $400 on a good night from a 7-11 really wasn’t the money you think it is. It was enough to buy some food, temporary lodging, changes of clothes, and different outfits, but that was about it. We were not savvy with the money by any stretch of the imagination. What we didn’t buy, we stole. But it still wasn’t enough to really live on.
But more importantly, our relationship was hitting a very rocky stretch.
Eddie was pretty uptight and began blaming me when things didn’t always go to plan, even though he would botch the robbery sometimes, or I wouldn’t run out of the store with the right items. It became a crisis every time. Everything had to be perfect, otherwise it wasn’t good enough. Even the sex that we would have to make up for it wasn’t good enough all of a sudden.
He was changing.
Now he wanted to experiment, try new things I wasn’t comfortable with. He wanted to tie me up to the bed in the hotel rooms. Roleplay that he was a burglar coming to take advantage of me and steal my stuff. At first it was weird, then I sort of got it as it was a kink thing, and I wasn’t one to kink shame. But it soon became the only way we could do things. It wasn’t fun anymore, now it was work.
I remember when it finally came to a head.
He came into the hotel room after moving the car with the handcuffs he had purchased somewhere along the line. He tossed them at me on the bed.
“Again?” I said, rolling my eyes.
“What’s the matter?” He asked, looking disappointed I wasn’t super into this at the time.
“Why can’t we just do it normally?”
“What, you don’t like this anymore? Where’s your sense of fun and danger?”
“Babe, it’s not really dangerous if I know it’s you, it’s fun to pretend sometimes, but come on, I think we’re good now, right? Does it always have to be this way?”
Eddie looked at me, and I have never seen that level of anger in someone’s eyes. Like he was offended that I wasn’t down for this type of foreplay right at that moment.
He walked up and sat on the bed without saying a word. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the gun he used for all the robberies.
“Dude… calm down.”
He looked at, and then pointed the gun right at my face.
I backed up instinctively, but I wasn’t taking it that serious.
“Put that away.” I said, almost scolding him.
Eddie coked his head to the side, and then grabbed me by the hair and jerked me to the floor. It was so fast and strong, and it fucking hurt.
“Eddie, what the fuck that hurt!”
Eddie pointed the gun at my face and kept a hold of my hair. He spoke in a low, teeth clenched snarl.
“Shut up.”
Then he raised up the gun and made sure I could see it, high over his head and prepared to slam it down on my head. I held up my hands to try and block it, but he was acting like a fucking lunatic.
“You scared now? Huh?” He snarled at me and resumed pointing the gun at me.
“Suck my dick.” He commanded, pointing the gun and still with an extremely tight grip on my hair. I was pretty sure he pulled some out by the roots he was pulling it so hard.
“Okay, Jesus, relax.”
He kept the gun on me the entire time. Multiple times my head butted against the barrel as he kept it steady.
Afterward he attempted to spoon with me but obviously I wasn’t in the mood. He apologized and acted remorseful. Maybe he was, I wasn’t sure, it was very confusing.
The violence lust didn’t stop there though. He wanted to rob multiple places in a day. I was highly against this action, because it increased our chances of being caught. If people knew we were in the area, what little attention we had drawn would grow larger, and the last thing we both needed was more heat to have to dodge.
Then Eddie made what I believe to be a huge mistake at the time, but now that I think about it, it was a calculated choice.
After I wasn’t too keen on the idea of multiple robberies, Eddie began to backtrack and head back in an eastern direction instead of west. Why would we run back into the places we were leaving? We went back through Nebraska and then south to Kansas and then Missouri to continue, because we could hop back and forth to Kansas and Missouri via their state line quickly. He believed this would make it easier to do multiple robberies.
The first time we did this, it worked like a charm. We did one in Kansas, drove across the state line and did it in Missouri. Now we had done this in 3 states and still, it wasn’t like we were making a killing doing this. It was more of a chore than anything.
But the second time, they caught Eddie’s license plate. Now they had a lead and there wasn’t a way to really get away with it. We drove north to Iowa where we laid low for a bit, sleeping in the car and walking to places to get fast food that were within an easy walking distance to avoid being spotted in the car.
There weren’t a lot of places to go, so now Eddie devised another plan: Rob truck stops.
This plan was also incredibly risky, because the truck stops usually had truckers who were armed. Charlie’s friend Earl showed me the inside of his truck a time or two, and he had multiple handguns and a shotgun in case anyone tried to rob his truck or run him off the road.
I advised that this wasn’t the best idea and Eddie again got frustrated with me, implying that I never wanted to go with his plans and I never came up with one myself.
“You know what we should do? Rest stops. Not truck stops.”
Eddie seemed to like the idea and demanded I told him more.
“Well, I mean, think about it, there’s going to be a Popeye’s, Dunkin’ Donuts and a BK all the same spot. That’s three robberies, and because they jack up the prices on the food, there’s presumably more money.”
This seemed to make sense in Eddie’s head, so we commenced to doing just that.
Along the highway, traveling between the four states and then back into Illinois, we hit up 3 rest stops and made about $5000. Eddie was so pleased with this.
But now things were getting out of hand.
He wanted to go all cowboy and go in with no mask or anything. He would brandish his weapon and get caught on camera all the time at this point. Now he was making himself famous, by getting incredibly sloppy. We had to have a talk and get things back on track. I made him pull the car over on the side of the road one faithful night.
“Eddie, what the hell are we supposed to do now?”
“What? This was your idea!”
“Eddie, you’re not even bothering trying to hide anymore. You want to go full Bonnie and Clyde on this? We have to figure something out more permanent. We cannot keep going like this, or we’re both gonna end up dead or in jail!”
Eddie was again angry and frustrated. He knew that he fucked up but he didn’t want to admit it.
“This was your idea, you wanted to do this. Don’t go backing out now, Jelly! You can’t do that. You don’t want to do that. This was us. This was OUR thing. Don’t mess it up now! We’re having the time of our lives, right?”
“No. Eddie, YOU are having the time of your live. We cannot continue to do this. The cops are going to be after us and all it takes it one of us walking into the wrong place or getting spotted by the wrong person and the cops will be at our door and we’ll be fucking done.”
Eddie started laughing, it wasn’t a comforting laugh either. It was sinister. Malice filled his eyes as he exited the car and walked around to my side. He opened the door and just as quickly pulled me out, nearly tossing me on the ground.
“What are you doing?”
Eddie said nothing and began taking all my belongings and tossing them over the guardrail into the field on the side of the car. He launched my backpack and other clothes, scattering them everywhere.
“What the fuck, Eddie!”
He pointed the gun at me, and held it on me as he walked back around and got inside, he pulled the passenger door shut and locked it.
“I should have done this a long time ago and left your ass in Wisconsin. We’re done!”
“Eddie! Wait!”
It was all I could get out before he drove all, peeling out and leaving me on the side of the road, in the dark with just my stuff.
It took hours with no light, but I gathered all my stuff, a suitcase and backpack were all I had now.
I was on my own.
I was on the run.
Maybe I should have been from the very start.
Let me see if I understand this correctly.
A coward walks away from her match. So, we have to scramble to give the people a Bombshell’s title match. And what we come up with is the following.
Seleana Zdunich, the biggest lost cause on the roster.
Cassie Wolfe, perhaps the most NPC wrestler in this company other than Seleana.
Victoria Lyons and Alexandra Calaway, two women who not two weeks ago, received a contendership match and lost.
Crystal Caldwell, who hasn’t wrestled a match in over a month.
And then there’s me.
Thanks for throwing me a bone, I guess.
I mean, I’m just very confused and this entire lineup is hard to swallow as credible and viable for our captain. Aside from me of course. I have asked, ney, demanded over and over again that we stop rewarding mediocrity with things like this. Seleana is a waste of everyone’s time and energy. She fucking sucks. Cassie Wolfe also sucks and hasn’t done anything of value her entire time in this company, and just lost to Alicia Lukas.
Crystal Whatever-her-last-name-is-this-week hasn’t wrestled since Summer XXXtreme in a match, where she also lost. But sure, let’s just reward her based on shit she did like a decade ago. No, I’m sorry, two years ago. Crystal is a human cockroach who continues to come back, time and time again, and then ditches this place, ditches her fans, friends and, lovers over and over and over, and like you have fucking battered wife syndrome, you keep taking her back. And not only do you take her back, you reward her, simply for existing.
STOP. IT.
Victoria Lyons and Alexandra Calaway just lost a contender’s match two weeks ago. This, for all intents and purposes, should push them to the back of the line, yes? Is that not how contendership works around here? I wasn’t given a rematch against Kayla Richards, nor did I deserve one. So why do Alexandra and Victoria deserve one? The simple answer is, they don’t. If you lost your last match, you should not be in this match at all. So it should really just… be me.
My last match was a victory. Over Seleana, who for some reason is in this fucking match. Do you see how this doesn’t make any god damn sense? Why isn’t Kate Steele in this match? Why not Alicia Lukas. You know, people who actually win?
Why are rewarding consistent failures? I need this explained in like a full TED talk or something, because it boggles my fucking mind. I am the only recent winner here. You might think it’s a flimsy rationale, but it has more weight to it than anyone else’s argument here.
Obviously, Seleana has no argument for being involved in this match. None. When was the last time she even won a match? Like ever? I mean, we have to roll back the clock something like over 2 years, don’t we? Maybe longer. I have asked, practically begged you to stop giving Seleana anything resembling chances like this. You are only enabling her to not put in any effort because she is well aware you feel bad for her being treated like a piece of trash by Crystal. It’s time we all just fucking get over it. Stop placating her. She’s never going to make the change if you don’t. Stop letting her try and re-live her 5 minutes in the spotlight that was for a couple of weeks 5 years ago. If you really want that back so badly, then go watch it on demand on the SCW archive channel. This is the last time it should be said.
Stop. Giving. Seleana. Chances.
Cassie’s argument might just be that she got in the match by mistake. For a little bit there, I was unaware of what to actually make of Cassie Wolfe, because she’s so generic that it’s almost impossible to get anything to work with. Look at me, I’m Cassie Wolfe, I smoke weed! I’m… Australian? I could make several jokes about dingos, babies and shrimps on the barby and all that, but it’s just not worth it. Everything about Cassie Wolfe just makes me disinterested. If people walked past Cassie Wolfe on the street, It’s not even that they wouldn’t look twice, it’s that they would look, and wait for something interesting or exciting to happen, but then… nothing. Nothing but bitter disappointment. It’s literally her whole career so far. So when you have an entirely forgettable person hanging around, sometimes they get so lost in the shuffle then end up on the top of the deck from time to time.
But please let’s not confuse things here Cassie, just because you wind up in these spots by complete happenstance, doesn’t mean you deserve them. You’re going to lose this one too, and then float around aimlessly until someone else throws you a bone and then you’ll lose that too, and the cycle will repeat. It will always repeat because you are not good enough to break out of it. If you were, you’d be able to beat people consistently instead of falling ass-backwards into opportunities.
When you lose to fucking Bella Madison, you can’t say shit to me. You have no argument. You had your chance, you blew it. Your planning and scheming and all the things you thought you were going to do, blew up in your face. I mean, let’s just hypothetically say that Victoria or Alexandra had won two weeks ago. And then they lost to the Captain. Then obviously you wouldn’t give them this chance. But they didn’t even fucking make it that far! So no, neither Alexandra or Victoria have any sort of argument on this. They had their chance, and failed. They should both be thanking their lucky stars or whatever god they prey to that they were lumped in here.
Again, we appear to be rewarding people for the past. Victoria had one year as Roulette champion, and it’s over. She gets a chance to move up, and fails. And now, we’re… doing it again? Why? On the strength of that Roulette title reign?
I mean, if we’re going to argue this shit, I beat her prior to my own title match, and I won the Blast from the Past.
Neither of which should hold any bearing on this, right? So let’s not put on the front like Victoria deserves this in any way more than me. She does not, and never will. She was ahead of me, and now she is not. The reality is, she shouldn’t be on the same level as me at this point. I am going to prove to her once and for all that the past doesn’t shape the future. I told you all I was the future and I meant that shit. And when I finally do change things the way they should be, for the betterment of everyone… she will see that trying to stop the inevitable was a waste of her time and that where I place her will be the best spot for her.
Alexandra is in the same boat. Except she doesn’t have a random title reign in the past 6 months to brag about. She’s been doing her best Lilth Locke impersonation because everybody is just a dark, twisted soul because it’s just so cool and mysterious and fun, right? Every woman’s fantasy of just being this kick ass femme fatale while playing the coy little woman who wouldn’t hurt a fly. Because you can just pretend. Pretending is fun. And when the mood strikes, you can be that ass-kicker and talk tough about the things you will do and what you are capable of, and it’s okay, because it’s pretend.
Only when Alexandra says those things, nobody believes her because she has never been able to back them up at any point.
Her title wins can basically be called a fluke since there has been nothing for an entire year since then, despite chance after chance, opportunity after opportunity. No matter what has happened, Alexandra has been on the outside looking in. So now, I have to ask, what the hell happened to the ass kicking femme fatale? What happened to the twisted bitch who plays with fire? Where did her balls go? It’s so disappointing to see people build themselves up so much, only to fail time and time again and expect to be taken seriously. Again, when I get what I need, things will change. And people like Alexandra will be put in the place that they belong. I’m going to give her a prime example by tossing her out of my club for whatever silly thing we’re doing here on Sunday. And then she will be able to play pretend all she wants, in the confines of where it’s best for her and everyone else.
And for damn sure, Crystal whoever has no argument. You know, when I first thought about this, I was annoyed. O-M-G It’s Crystal whatever back again, and she’s suddenly trying again after months, if not years of the same lax disposition. Crystal only tries when there’s something to gain. Only when she thinks she can rebuild her image and somehow untarnish her legacy. It’s the same cycle that has been repeated for what… the last… 8-10 years? It’s a waste of my time and energy.
But.. Then I had an epiphany.
I did. I realized that I shouldn’t be angry at having you do this. I shouldn’t feel annoyed.
She is… Crystal… What is it this week? Caldwell. Yes. Billion time world champion in companies all over the globe. She has done it all, and practically everyone with a pulse, to get where she is today. I mean, right now, I am honored.
I don’t think in the history of the world, not just wrestling, the entire world, there has been a bigger two-faced, backstabbing cunt than her.
I admire her. I really do.
The trail of bodies she has left in your wake will give some infectious diseases a run for their money. The fucking black plague has nothing on that girl. That’s fucking amazing. I wish I was at that level.
Much like Kayla, she is obsessed with the leather and gold that title belts have. It’s really what she cares about. You can talk about “Stealing the show” or being the “silver screen queen” or whatever the new tag line is as you leech off of… Mercedes Vargas? Wait, really? Leeching off another leech? You know something? I think Crystal may have done my job for me. Because let’s face it, nobody wants Crystal to even be in this company at this point. She, at times, appears to be self-aware that she is unpopular, and the only thing we have to wonder about is which side of the coin she will play. Will she come out and tell all of us that she’s sorry and build our trust just to do the same shit again, or say that she deserves this because of her past accomplishments and justify her words and actions.
Because that’s how that works.
You see, if you call Crystal out for being the narcissistic, hypocritical, uncaring, shallow, hollow, shell of a person she is, and then she beats you in a match, then all the things you said, no matter how true, can simply be dismissed. It’s weird. Does that work in other ways too? If I wrestled Crystal, and she had a broken hand, and then she beat me, does that mean her hand isn’t broken? I don’t know, it just seems weird.
How do you apologize one time and then try and own it the second time? Bitch, just fucking own it and never go back to it. You either go big or go home. Because at the end, the circle always completes and she is outed one way or another.
The flip-flopping shit was cute at one point, but now it’s old and tired, like her.
It is time to make the change before this type of shit happens again. I am going to take all these bitches and chuck them to the floor, and then I have a special date with my captain one more time.
Sin City Wrestling we cannot afford to continue to reward mediocrity anymore. This is why I must be allowed to take control. Things must be standardized and everything will be so much better. Isn’t that what you want? My order will be so much better for everyone. I am the only one capable of doing this. I am in this match because I deserve to be, and not one of the other cunts do. It’s that simple.
I will take this victory, and then I will take my right spot at the top of the mountain.
And then a new order will begin, and it will be glorious.
Trust me.