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Climax Control Archives / “Reap What You Sow!”

« Last post by Harper Mason on May 19, 2026, 07:39:35 PM »

As if things couldn’t get worse between Harper and Cassie? The former Young Justice partners not only cost each other their respective match at Into the Void but a backstage brawl broke out that required security to break it up! And for the icing on the cake Cassie sprung a trap on Harper at Frankie Holiday’s Queen for a Day episode of Climax Control, leaving Jessie bloody and nearly injuring Harper’s neck with a Spike Piledriver with assist from Cassie’s new ally/recent Hero Academy graduate Lexie!

On top of that? Harper found herself booked for this week’s Climax Control which was Ryan Keys’ King for a Day Episode, not only that but it was a Triple Threat Tables Match between Harper, the returning Kat Jones and Seleana Zdunich! And with the fact that Harper was recently screwed out of the Roulette Title hanging over Harper’s shoulders and that Seleana was the one who took the fall in the Bombshell Roulette Title Match itself? Harper had a lot of anger to work out! Can she won?

The medic’s office, Climax Control 455, Duluth, Minnesota
Sunday the 17th of May 2026, 20:00pm

Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse? Cassie finds a way to up the ante.

I had the Roulette Title won at Into the Void, everyone with a working pair of eyes could see that, but right as I was pinning Seleana after hitting the Encore Set on her? Cassie literally came crashing down on me and while I did get payback later in the show by costing Cassie the Queen for a Day Match? The facts still remain: this year’s Into the Void cycle will go down as one of my worst as a member of the Bombshell Roster and Brittany Williams is now the Bombshell Roulette Champ!

And just when I thought I was past the worst of it because I wasn’t booked for Frankie Holiday’s Queen for a Day Climax Control? Cassie found a way to make it ten times worse by not only having Riley and Krystal brutally attack Jessie while I was confronting Cassie in the ring but nearly injuring my neck with help from her new ally Lexie.

And yeah, I know Lexie, unfortunately.

”Jessie?” I called out as I made my way to the medic’s office, I saw my older cousin sitting on a hospital bed getting her forehead stitched up by the medic, fresh blood still staining her clothes. ”I should’ve known Cassie would spring something like that! I should’ve stayed behind, I……….”

”Save it.” Jessie instructed me as stopped my rambling and she put a hand up, ”I’m not blaming you Harper, frankly? I would’ve done the same thing in your shoes, and you had no way of knowing what Cassie was planning.” I nodded as I made my way to her bedside, sitting next to the medic while being careful not to bump into the medic. ”Also, Josh told me about that new girl in Cassie’s group, Lexie?”

”Yeah, huh, it’s a long story but we’ve got history and she’s from Hero Academy.” I explained and Jessie nodded as she folded her arms. ”What’s the prognosis doc?”

“She lost a fair bit of blood but hardly anything life threatens, tested her for a concussion and, through some miracle, she tested negative.” The medic explained and I nodded along as I got the idea. “I just need to clean and stitch Jessie’s wound but you’ll be free to go before the Main Event’s over.”

”That’s good to know.” I responded with a relieved sigh and Jessie shared my sentiment, at that point my phone went off and I looked. ”Looks like Ryan booked me for next week’s show.”

”Ryan’s a decent guy, I doubt he has anything insane for you in mind.” Jessie responded as she shook her head and I nodded. ”Don’t keep my in suspense Haro, who is it?”

”Give me a sec, my match is pretty far down the card.” I responded as I checked the text and then saw it. ”Kat Jones and Seleana in a Triple Threat Tables Match while he’s booked himself to be Zayvian’s first challenge, least he didn’t go after Miles.”

”Guess originality isn’t dead.” Jessie snorted as the medic finished stitching her up. ”Look, I respect Kat like hell but we both know she’s one of the toughest bitches in wrestling and you clearly have unfinished business with Seleana after Into the Void, use what you know about them and you’ll do fine.”

”Easier said than done, Kat’s a hell of a wrestler and when Seleana’s motivated? She’s dangerous as hell.” I responded as I shook my head and Jessie nodded in agreement. ”And that’s before Cassie gets involved.”

”Hopefully it doesn’t come to that, especially since I want some payback on that brat too.” Jessie nodded in agreement before the medic cleared her to leave. ”We’d better get going, and I don’t plan on walking around this place covered in blood so I’m going to get changed before we leave.”

”You brought a spare set of clothes?” I asked Jessie and she nodded, motioning to a duffel bag by the bed that I hadn’t noticed. ”In case you got attacked?”

”Better to be safe than sorry, granted, I thought I was prepping for sweaty clothes after breaking up another brawl between you and Cass.” Jessie added as she picked up the bag. ”Not having a chair broken over my head.”

I couldn’t really argue with that logic and before long? We were heading bask to the hotel with Josh, wondering one thing: how far would Cassie take her grudge?

Josh’s Gym, Las Vegas, Nevada
Tuesday the 19th of May 2026, 11:00am

You’d think I’d be glad to be back home after everything that happened to me on the Abruisement Park Tour and, well, you’re half right at least,

Yeah, it was good to be back at the loft after several weeks of being on the road/international travel, see my dogs Logan and Xavier, actually get the new Gaming PC I brought with the money I got from Cassie’s fuck up with the managerial contracts, see my siblings McKenzie and Jason and my aunt Theresa, all that good stuff.

But here’s the thing, it didn’t take along for the events of that tour to come to the forefront.

Sure, my dogs are, well dogs, but they have a way of sensing when something’s off about their human and there was definitely something off about me when I returned, the only reason I was able to buy a new Gaming PC in the first place was because Cassie betrayed me and my aunt and my siblings had been watching the Climax Controls and PPV over the past week weeks so naturally they had a few questions about the situation with Cassie.

And that was before the events of Sunday night.

Right now I’m giving Jessie her space because she has anger to work out and I don’t want to be caught in the crossfire and because of everything happening with Lexie? I’m staying away from Hero Academy as well, luckily I still have Josh’s gym to fall back on.

“Right, I don’t even know where to start about what happened Sunday Night.” Josh commented as he turned to me and it didn’t take me long to realize what he meant. “How are you feeling?”

”Outside of Lexie’s Clothesline and Casie’s finisher? They didn’t do too much to me so I’m relatively fine.” I responded as I shook my head and Josh nodded. ”At least I passed the concussion test this time around! And with this match against Kat and Seleana coming up? I need to be extra vigilant for any signs of Cassie or her posse.”

“Krystal will be the more immediate threat since she’s Cassie’s manager, but Riley and Lexie? As they aren’t her managers they won’t be at ringside for her matches.” Josh nodded before I leaned forward from my seating position on the weight bench. “And I suspect the reason for that is the contract situation.”

”Yeah, makes sense, she’s already bleeding money thanks to her forgetting to void your contract before talking Krystal on, two more contracts would just leave her broke between pay checks.” I nodded in agreement as I thought about it. ”Wait, is it possible to have more than one manager on the same contract?”

“If it was Jessie would’ve been added on as a manager for you as soon as she got off maternity leave.” Josh responded as he shook his head and I nodded in response. “But each manager needs their own contract, luckily for you Jessie’s content to focus on raising April for now and only joined us because of Cassie’s betrayal;.”

”Weren’t Jake and Shane her managers for a time?” I asked after thinking for a second. ”When she won the Bombshell Internet Title for the one and only time?”

“She did but it didn’t hurt her too much financially because Jessie’s always been good at saving her money.” Josh explained and I nodded as I got the idea. “She’s a rare breed of wrestler in that way, I think her upbringing in the Foster Care System had something to do with it.”

”I can’t really comment on that since I didn’t grow up in Foster Care and I’m giving Jessie her space for now butt yeah, that makes sense.” I nodded in response to Josh’s comment as I folded my arms. ”But back to the Triple Threat, if I’m lucky she’ll be distracted with the Alexandra Callaway situation thanks to her win over her on Sunday so maybe Cass won’t show up, that still leaves me with two former champions to deal with.”

“Kat obviously has something to prove after her return match against Callaway got delayed, and Seleana? She was the one you almost pinned in the Fatal Four Way, plus you have history with them both.” Josh nodded as he shifted his weight. “You’ve faced Seleana a few times since debuting in SCW and didn’t you train at Whisper’s Gym?”

”I did, during my final months as a Hero Academy for an event that never really materialized.” I nodded to confirm what Josh was saying. ”But by the time I debuted for SCW Kat had left the company as a wrestler so yeah, this is our first official match.”

“The history is still there, and I’ll help you prepare for the match in the meantime.” Josh nodded at my explanation before I stood up and stretched my arms. “I know you’re still mad about being screwed out of the Roulette Title but try to put it behind you and focus on the Summer XXXTreme cycle as a chance to bounce back and you should be good to go.”

”I’ll try, thanks.” I nodded in response before I got into the ring to start training.

It’s time I turned things around.

Josh’s Gym, Las Vegas, Nevada
Tuesday the 19th of May 2026, 15:00pm

*promo time*

I had been training with Josh for a few hours at this point but after taking a break from, well, everything I figured it was a good a time as any to cut my promo.

”They say that you Reap What You Sow eventually, in other words? Cassie will get what’s coming to her, whether it’s because of her betraying me last cycle or everything that happened between us at the last Climax Control.” I stated as I leaned on the ring ropes with my arms folded. ”But as for me? Our King for a Day Ryan Keys has seen fit to book me in a match and after I escaped Alexandra’s notice last year? I’m glad that I’m getting some recognition.

Is what I’d say if I wasn’t booked in a Triple Threat Tables Match against Kat Jones and Seleana Zdunich!” I added as I shook my head hard. ”Look Ryan, I think you’re a decent guy and all that but were you desperate to make a more interesting card than Frankie’s? because the bar wasn’t that high! But yeah, three former Bombshell Roulette Champions, goal is to put at least one opponent through a table and win.”

I shook my head.

”At least the winner of the opening Ladder Match is getting a Roulette Title Shot out of it, what do we get? Bragging rights apparently! And after I got screwed out of the Roulette Title by my former partner in crime in my last match? Bragging rights ain’t cutting it with me!” I added as I stared at the camera, ”So yeah, in case it wasn’t obvious? I’m entering this match with an axe to bring and wouldn’t you know it?

The woman I almost pinned for the Bombshell Roulette Title is also in this match!” I added before letting out a deep breath. ”And no, you get no prizes for guessing who I’m kicking off with!”

It’s Seleana.

”Here we go again Seleana, at least we know the match stip ahead of time heading into this match! Look, I don’t blame you for what happened at Into the Voice, for one thing you were out cold while the whole thing was going down, but with Brittany nowhere to be seen and Cass getting the week you’re the closest I’ve got to someone related to what went down between us and the Roulette Title at Into the Void!

Did I think we were going to face off again so soon? Honestly, no, but obviously Ryan had other plans when he booked this match!” I added as I shook my head. ”But what I can expect from you is one of either two modes: the Seleana who gives a shit and the Seleana who’s just showing up for the pay check, which will we get on Sunday? We’ll soon find out!”

Speaking of show up?

”And as for you Kat? I’m gonna be honest, when they were about to announce Aleandra’s first challenger you weren’t at the top of my last given how long it’s been since you wrestled in SCW.” I added with a shrug. ”Now, I won’t bring up what happened during the lead up to Into the Void, training injuries can happen and they suck, we both know that! But with that said?

Welcome back to SCW Kat!” I said with a genuine grin. ”Pity that I’m not in a good mood to say the least after all the shit I’ve endured recently but it is what it is! I have a lot of respect for you Kat as a woman and as a wrestler but that doesn’t mean I’m not giving this match my all!”

It’s that simple.

”I’m just going to give it to you guys straight, after I got screwed over at Into the Void? I’m more than eager to get back in the Bombshell Roulette Title Scene! I don’t care if it’s before Summer XXXTreme or on the Cruise Ship because frankly?” I added as I glared right at the camera. ”Brittany is lucky that Cass interfered when she did because I’d be the champion right now otherwise, anyone with a working pair of eyes can see that! And I have to put at least one other former Bombshell Roulette Champ through a table to do it?”

And with that I decided to wrap things up.

”Then that’s exactly what I’m going to fucking do!” I stated as I flipped some hair over my shoulder. ”Kat? You know the respects there but someone with your experience should know that it only goes so far! And Seleana? You’re a victim of circumstance in this match, nothing more, nothing less and I will put either or even both of you through a table to win because the world needs a new hero and her name is “The Slaytanic Avenger” Harper Mason!”

I turned off the camera as the scene fades.

Climax Control Archives / Ya Did It, Kid

« Last post by MiloKasey on May 15, 2026, 11:59:47 PM »

Ya did it, kid.
Into the Void - Backstage
Osaka, Japan

The noise followed him all the way down the hallway, cheers, clapping and the voices calling his name from somewhere behind him as he walked through the backstage area carrying both championships, his SCW Internet Championship slung over one shoulder, the SCW World Heavyweight Championship gripped tightly in his hand like he still wasn’t fully convinced it belonged there.

People reached out as he passed, clasping their hands on his shoulder followed with congratulatory words and excited voices talking over each other.

Miles heard all of it, but none of it really set in yet, not fully. Not while adrenaline still buzzed under his sweat soaked skin hard enough to make his hands shake every time he loosened his grip. Not while sweat that was starting to dry up and still clung to him, his wet curls hanging in face and his body screamed from everything he’d just put it through.

Not while his heartbeat still sounded like the crowd, loud, thumping and refusing to let up for even a moment.

As he made his way down, he thanked people where he could, nodded when he couldn’t and smiled when someone caught his eye and then finally, he reached the locker room. He felt like he had walked for miles upon miles to even get there. Miles pushed the door open, stepped inside, and shut it behind him with the noise disappearing almost instantly.

Not completely, but just enough.... Enough to hear himself breathe.

The room was cool compared to the heat outside, and for the first time all night there wasn’t someone talking at him, grabbing him, congratulating him, needing something from him, there was just silence. He just needed a Goddamn moment to collect his thoughts, just a moment.

Miles stood there for a second longer than he meant to, both championships still in his hands, before slowly walking toward the far wall. It was then that the exhaustion finally caught him, but it wasn’t sudden, it was like finally the adrenaline wore off. He turned around leaned against the wall for a moment and then he slid down against the wall until he hit the floor, legs stretched out in front of him as both titles settled beside him with a heavy metallic sound against the concrete.

And for the first time since the bell rang, as he sat there with his kickpads all skewed and twisted, he breathed a long breath. The kind that emptied everything out of his lungs all at once.

He allowed his head to tip back against the wall, with those same wet curls pushing up and he closed his blue gray eyes briefly while letting the reality of what he’d just done slowly started forcing its way through the adrenaline.

It had been six years, almost six full years since he started in SCW in a trade off with PWS: Apex.

Between working through COVID, the flights, the injuries and the losses that sat with him longer than they should have. The nights where people told him he was close but not there yet. The conversations where everyone had an opinion on what he should’ve done differently, who he should’ve been, how he should’ve carried himself.

All the times he was told he could be World Champion if he just followed the path everyone else laid out for him and every single time he took it into consideration and then because he was a stubborn ass, he ignored it.

From every wrong turn, every choice people questioned and every moment where it would’ve been easier to bend a little just to make things simpler....He didn’t.

And now....Now he was sitting on the cement floor in Osaka with both championships beside him.

After a brief few moments Miles, without even looking, slowly reached over and picked up the World Heavyweight Championship.

His championship....Even thinking that still felt like a strange thing to even think.

The leather creaked softly in his hands as he turned it over, eyes catching on the small details he’d only ever looked at from a distance before, even when Carter held it. Then he saw it, still there screwed in was a name plate, ‘Alexander Raven’. Miles stared at the nameplate for a second before letting out a quiet breath through his nose.

“That’s gonna be a nice change to see....”

And after a bit he lifted the championship slowly and rested the faceplate against his forehead, eyes closing again as the cool metal pressed against his skin.

That was the moment that he had dreamt about. Not the bell or the announcement that followed, it wasn’t even the crowd’s reaction.

It was this right here. This moment of sitting on the floor, sitting alone on the floor with the title in his hands finally understanding....He did it.

He actually fucking did it. There was no more chasing, no more “Future World Champion.” and sure as hell no more “almost”. He was the guy now, the face of the company and the man everyone else would start measuring themselves against.

A quiet sound pulled him out of it, the locker room door opening again and Miles didn’t move right away because he knew he didn’t need to look.

He already knew who it was as Carter stepped inside and shut the door quietly behind him, pausing for a second when he saw Miles sitting on the floor with the championship pressed against his head like he was trying to keep himself grounded.

He didn’t interrupt the moment immediately, he just stood there watching him. Watching the man he loved drag himself through absolute hell tonight and somehow come out the other side carrying the entire company on his shoulders. Before he finally spoke up, “Well,” Carter said lightly, “this feels dramatically different from the last time you sat on the floor after a match.”

Miles let out a tired laugh against the championship, shaking his head before lowering it into his lap, “There it is.”

“There what is?”

“The smartass comment. I was wondering how long that was gonna take.”

Carter smirked as he walked closer, "Hey, I gave you at least thirty seconds. That’s growth.”

Miles finally lowered the title and looked up at him then, and whatever Carter saw in his face made his expression soften almost immediately, not because Miles looked hurt but because he looked overwhelmed. Like he was still trying to catch up to everything he was feeling.

Miles shifted slightly and held a hand out toward him, “C’mere.”

Carter didn’t hesitate, he stepped over one of the titles carefully and lowered himself down onto Miles, straddling his lap comfortably as Miles’ arms immediately wrapped around his waist.

For a second neither of them said anything, they just sat there holding onto each other while the noise of the arena echoed faintly somewhere outside the room. Carter nuzzled his face into Miles drenched locks with a kiss as Miles rested his forehead against Carter’s shoulder and let out another long breath, “...Is this actually real?”

The question came out quieter than Carter expected. It wasn’t insecure but more like a completely stunned moment from Miles.

Carter pulled back enough to look at him properly, one hand sliding up into his hair, messing with those dirty blonde curls that he had threatened his husband not to cut just a few weeks ago, “Miles...” A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, “You pinned Alexander Raven in the middle of Osaka and took his World Championship.”

Miles laughed softly, still sounding like he didn’t completely believe it, “Yeah, but that sounds fake when you say it out loud.”

“That’s because, through your 30 years on this planet, we have all learned that your life is completely ridiculous.”

That got another laugh out of him, and it was a lot better this time, more light hearted.

Carter brushed his thumb along Miles’ cheek before glancing down at the World Championship resting beside them, “You did it, baby. And no one can take that away from you, not a single fucking soul.”

Miles looked down at the championship too, still almost studying it like he expected someone to walk in and tell him there’d been a mistake.

Carter noticed immediately and he grinned, “If you need proof though...”

Miles looked back up, and Carter leaned in slightly, forehead brushing his again, “I can absolutely make sure this feels real later.”

Miles barked out a tired laugh, finally shaking his head, "Yup, there he is.”

“Hey, you said it yourself when I won it, the World Champion gets rewards now. How’d you put it? Thems are the rules.”

“Oh, are they?”

“Once again, I recall when I became World Champion, you spoiled me absolutely rotten to the point and we had such a celebration that I was waiting for the cops to show up”

Miles smiled into the kiss Carter gave him after that, slower this time, softer, the kind that carried relief just as much as love and sitting there on the floor with both championships beside him and the man he loved in his arms, for the first time all night....

It finally started to feel real.

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Even In Defeat
Turnberry Towers
Las Vegas

The condo wasn’t silent when they got home, there was still the low hum of the television somewhere in the background and the occasional scratch of a pencil against paper, but compared to the courtroom, compared to the tension that had followed them all afternoon, it felt almost unnaturally calm.

Kevin sat at the dining table with a textbook open in front of him, one elbow resting against the surface while he worked through homework. Ms. Thang had claimed her usual spot beside him, sprawled across a pile of notes she absolutely wasn’t supposed to be laying on while Kevin absentmindedly scratched behind her ears between writing things down.

The second the front door opened, Kevin looked up, “Hey!”

Carter managed a small smile, “Hey, kid.”

Miles said nothing at first, he shut the door harder than he meant to, not enough to slam it but, enough that Kevin noticed and enough that Carter noticed immediately.

Kevin’s eyes shifted between them, picking up on the tension almost instantly, "...How’d it go?”

Carter opened his mouth, but Miles beat him to it and in the flattest tone possible he just let out, “The Judge denied it.”

Kevin’s face fell slightly, “Oh.”

Ms. Thang jumped down from the table at the sound of Miles tossing his keys onto the counter harder than necessary. She trotted across the floor toward him immediately, weaving around his legs once before sitting at his feet like she could feel something was wrong.

Miles looked down at the cat for half a second and exhaled sharply through his nose.

Carter stepped further inside, loosening his tie, “It’s not over,” he said quickly, more for Kevin than himself, "The judge said we can refile if more evidence comes up.”

Miles laughed once under his breath, there was absolutely zero humor in it, “Yeah. Great, just means that he continues to be able to fuck with us while we “collect more evidence.”.”

Kevin closed the textbook slowly, "What happened?”

Miles started pacing before Carter could answer. It wasn’t a fast pace but just restless movement that clearly had nowhere to go, “What happened,” Miles said, “is that Lazarus got to sit there and play the fucking victim while some overpriced suit tried to make me sound like the problem.”

Carter immediately stepped in, “Miles...”

“No, because apparently threatening the man stalking my husband is somehow worse than the actual stalking.” his hands went to his hips before dragging back through his hair hard enough to shove the curls away from his face, “He stood there lying through his fucking bleached teeth, Carter.”

Kevin stayed quiet now, watching carefully.

Miles kept moving, “And the whole time I had to sit there and listen to him talk about you like you were confused. Like this was all in your head.”

“It’s not your fault,” Carter said softly.

That stopped Miles immediately, he turned around so fast it almost looked like he was going to argue, “That’s exactly the problem.” the anger in his voice wasn’t loud and that somehow made it even worse.

“I couldn’t do anything, not a damn thing.” He pointed vaguely back toward the door, toward the world outside the condo, “I had to sit there while that smug son of a bitch twisted everything around on you and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it because the second I react, suddenly I’m the threat.”

Carter watched him carefully now, because he knew this version of Miles. The one trying very hard not to become something else.

Miles started pacing again, “We should’ve had security downstairs already. Cameras in the halls. New locks. Something.”

“We already have security,” Carter pointed out gently.

“Well apparently not enough.” The answer came instantly, Miles rubbed both hands over his face before turning toward the windows overlooking the Strip, “He got into our home, Carter. Between the shirt, the wine, moving things around in here like he fucking belongs...” His voice tightened sharply there, “And then the garage.”

Kevin shifted uncomfortably at the table, Miles noticed immediately and stopped himself before he spiraled any further outward. He closed his eyes and just took a couple of deep breaths, but it didn’t help much, “I’m not letting that happen again.”

Carter moved closer now, slowly enough not to make it feel confrontational, “Miles.”

He got no response.

“Miles.” This time Miles looked over at him and bless this man, he was showing every ounce of feeling in his eyes including on the verge of tears, Carter’s voice stayed calm, "You trying to lock this place down like Fort Knox tonight isn’t gonna fix what happened today.”

“It’ll stop him from getting near you.”

“That’s not what this is really about.”

Miles’ jaw flexed, “Isn’t it?”

“No.” Carter stepped fully in front of him now, “This is about the fact you couldn’t hit something.”

The words that fell from Carter’s lips had an immediate effect because Miles looked away immediately.

Carter softened slightly, “You have always protected people by fixing things. By stopping the problem and right now there isn’t something you can physically fight.”

Miles let out another sharp breath through his nose, “That doesn’t mean I’m just gonna sit around waiting for him to try something else.”

“I know.”

“And I’m telling you right now if he comes near this family again....” His voice dropped lower and dangerously calm, “...I will bury him.”

Carter held his gaze for a few seconds before finally reaching out and grabbing Miles’ hand but not to stop him but to ground him, “I know you would.”

Miles’ shoulders finally loosened just slightly under that, as Carter squeezed his hand once, “But right now? I need my husband to think clearly more than I need him to be angry.”

Miles looked over toward Kevin then, seeing the kid trying very hard to pretend he wasn’t listening anymore while Ms. Thang had reclaimed her spot beside the homework like none of this existed outside her little world and that feeling hit him again, that sharp, almost painful certainty that this was his family now.

Not just Carter, and not just the life they built together. But every bit of it, every person in this condo including the damn cat that somehow snuck into their lives and the kid that he went out of his way to find and save, every piece of it.

Miles swallowed once hard before nodding slowly then finally said the one thing he knew with absolute certainty, “I don’t care what it takes....” His eyes moved from Carter to Kevin and back again, “Come hell or high water....You’re both gonna be safe.”

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No Rest For the Champ Champ
GO Gym
Las Vegas

The gym is mostly empty long after closing time but sometimes names and titles get you the finer things or even the things needed to take a lot of frustration out. Miles had been at it at Carter’s request, for hours now. He spent at least 2 hours in the ring and outside working with Fenris before K finally said enough and told him to take it out on the punching bag that hung just off to the side of the ring.

That same heavy bag now swings violently from repeated shots while sweat pours down Miles Kasey’s face. The SCW World Heavyweight Championship and Internet Championship sit side by side on the ring apron nearby. Miles fires another hard combination into the bag before finally stopping, pulling the tape tighter around one wrist while Carter watches from the apron.

“You know what’s funny?” He shakes his head slightly, pacing a small circle before turning back toward the bag, “Everybody spends years telling you what becoming World Champion is supposed to feel like.”

He stops and throws another punch as another shot cracks into the leather of the bag, “They tell you about the moment. About the celebration. About standing there with the title over your head while the crowd loses their minds. What they don’t tell you....”

He catches the bag with both hands and smirks.

“Is that the second you win this thing, everybody starts coming for you harder. But considering I’m a guy that despite popular opinion, DOES pay attention, I already knew it was coming.”

Miles pulls one glove off slowly and tosses it onto the apron beside the championships, “And now here we are.”

A faint smirk crosses his face, “First Climax Control as World Champion and I get to team up with I’ve got Brandon Hendrix standing across the ring from me again.” he laughs once under his breath, “That’s gotta be rough for him, honestly.”

Miles looks over toward Carter briefly before continuing.

“Because while Brandon’s been out here running his mouth like he’s still the biggest problem in the room...my little brother finally got to beat the brakes off of him. LJ handled that business at Into the Void, and now Brandon gets to walk into Duluth and stand across from the guy holding both championships and the former World Champion.”

Miles taps the World Title resting nearby, “That’s not exactly an upgrade for him.”

He starts pacing again now, energy building naturally.

“See, Hendrix wants everything loud and everything very emotional. I mean look at how he returned, ever since then it has been everything chaotic. He wants people so angry because that’s where he’s comfortable. He wants fights turning into messes because somewhere in the middle of all that noise, he thinks he’s dangerous.”

Miles shakes his head.

“No, that’s not dangerous. It anything that is as predictable as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west,” He points toward the camera now, “And the problem with being predictable is eventually people start figuring you out. We saw that a couple weeks ago when LJ figured you out and now once again, it’s my turn.”

Miles grabs a towel, dragging it across the back of his neck.

“But Cyrus Riddle? That’s different. No screaming or even acting crazy for attention. Not trying to convince the world he’s something. Cyrus is just violent and took my husband Carter to an absolute limit in Osaka where Carter managed to get that win. I mean it is as simple as that and honestly? I respect that a hell of a lot more.”

Miles leans back lightly against the ring apron now.

“I watched what Carter went through with him. I watched the kind of punishment he’s willing to put people through. He’s dangerous because he means every second of it.” He folds his arms briefly, “But here’s the part that both of them better understand real quick.”

Miles reaches down and grabs the World Championship, looking at it for a second before resting it over his shoulder.

“I didn’t fight my way through six years in SCW just to become the guy who finally wins the big one and immediately folds under pressure.” The confidence in his voice sharpens, ““I didn’t beat Alexander Raven in Osaka just to start playing it carefully now. I sure as hell didn’t beat Alexander Raven in Osaka just to spend my first match as champion, worrying about whether or not I belong here.”

He looks straight ahead now.

“I know exactly where I belong.” Miles picks up the Internet Championship too, carrying both now, “And everybody keeps asking what it feels like being the World Champion.”

A faint grin pulls at the corner of his mouth.

“I’ll tell you exactly what it feels like. It feels like every person in that locker room suddenly realizes the target moved and now it’s standing right here.”

Miles points at himself with the hand holding the Internet Championship.

“So Brandon can scream, Cyrus can try to knock our heads off and Queen Frankie can throw whatever little royal experiments she wants at us. At the end of the night?”

Miles lifts both championships slightly before resting the World Title back over his shoulder.

“So Brandon can keep screaming about chaos. Cyrus can come looking for another fight. Queen Frankie can throw whatever little experiment she wants at us. But at the end of the night, the story stays the same.”

He glances over toward Carter with a grin.

“The World Champion and Helluva Bottom Carter are walking into Duluth together...” Miles smirks, “...and we’re walking out the exact same way.”

Climax Control Archives / Chapter 13: Stuck In The Middle With You

« Last post by Frankie Holliday on May 15, 2026, 11:59:30 PM »

We took the money back to Raphael. It wasn’t all the money, but it didn’t matter. The idea that sprung in my head while we were walking away from Matt’s safehouse was that this cycle was going to continue.

Raphael told us to keep the money.
I felt like this was a test.

Because at the end of the day, what was to stop Raphael from hiring someone else to get the money from us? The cycle would repeat itself. Rather than take that chance, it was burned in my mind to give that money back.

“He said we could keep it. He said it was payment for doing the job. Keep whatever you find, remember?” Levi reminded me as we drove back.

“I know, but what makes you think that the whole thing wasn’t a test?” I said. “I don’t trust it. He clearly does coke or something. You remember how when we first met him he was twitching and shit? It’s gonna be one day that he’s gonna be out of his mind and asking where that money is and then we’d be next. Let’s just take it back.”

“What if he just says I told you to keep it?”

“If he says we can keep it again, then fine. But let’s not push this right now.”

We waited and spent the night back at our motel room. But all that did was create more time to overthink the situation.
Our situation.

Levi obviously wanted to keep the money.

“I still say we should keep it. We have a little amount of money to our names right now. We can move into a house or an apartment or at the very least, stop using a fucking motel that we’re paying 25 bucks a night for. I’m just saying that this could be the leg up we need.”

“Again, babe, I’m not saying you aren’t right. I don’t want to stay in this motel either. I’d love to actually have a house or even an apartment. I’ve never even had one. But this? This could be life and death right now.”

“He told us to keep it. That’s the point, babe. Why go against what he wants, and what we want and need?”

“I just want to be sure. That’s all.”

“You want to take that chance? We could just leave. Leave L.A. Go buy some farm somewhere or something.” He said.

“You want to take that chance? I replied. “Let’s face it, Levi, we’re not going to ever “settle down.” You and me? We’re going to be on the run forever. Because that’s where we have the most fun. That’s where we are most free.”

Levi thought for a second and he sat down beside me and wrapped his arms around me.

“I just… I want to give you the things that I think you deserve.” He said, leaning into me.

“Levi, you already have. Besides, I’m just as shitty as any other person. We’re all shitty, but we wear it better than most.”

“We don’t hide it.” He said, realizing what I meant.

He laid his head and mine, as we looked out at the moon from a motel window.

It wasn’t ideal, there were no stars, and the world kept going like it didn’t care what we were looking at.

Just the way we liked it.

The next day, we drove to Rapahel’s. The usual procedure followed. We were frisked and the briefcase was opened and looked at. We told them we want to give the money back. The men looked at us like we were crazy, but there were a couple of them that seemed to think this was a good idea.

We were escorted in, and Levi was all smiles.

“Ah, my friends. A job well done last night. I take it you already enjoyed yourselves with the money?”

“Well, we thought about it and - “ Levi started.

“We wanted to give it back.” I finished, and then put the briefcase on the table. Opening it to display the money.

Raphael looked at the money and then Levi and I. His smile disappeared for a second, and it turned into a laugh. It wasn’t a jovial laugh, it was one of almost incredulity.

“Really?” Was all he said.

“Yes.” I answered.

“Why would you give me the money I told you to keep, back?” He asked, seemingly genuinely curious.

“Because it’s your money.” I answered again. “We wanted to return it to its rightful owner.”

Raphael studied it for a second, and then looked us both up and down.

“You are loyal. I like that.” He finally said.

He slid the briefcase back towards us.

“You keep it. I insist. No worries, no problems.” He said with a used car salesman's smile. A wave of relief seemingly washed over Levi’s face. I took the briefcase back and held it in my hand.

“You did a wonderful job and now, I know I can trust you. When the time comes, I will have other work for you. If you are interested.”

“We’ll be in touch then.” I said.

“Good. Thank you again, my friends.”

We took our leave and we were escorted back out and to our car.

We got in, and took a breath. It wasn’t fun to be in that room, with a man who has that much power. At any moment, perhaps he would have had us killed. But I want to think that us at least attempting to give back the money showed that we weren’t going to take the money and run. Maybe that was a mistake, I didn’t know.

We left, and the money was ours. We went to the bank and opened a joint account. That 120,000 went right in. Levi had his own account for the Docks, I had mine from Uber. This one was the… unsavory account. Money went got from… doing odd jobs as it were. At least that’s the way I looked at it.

Levi decided to spend some money on booze. The stress of all these situations we were getting into, finally caused him to have to relieve it in some other way rather than sex. I’m not saying crime made me horny, but you know, the thrill was a lot, but we were in a lot of tough spots and sometimes you need something else.

But right when we were about to spend the money and really enjoy ourselves…

The world stopped.

The coronavirus hit the states and everybody stopped doing things. Nobody wanted an uber anymore. For what seemed like forever, everyone was inside. Everyone just cooped up and stayed. We were in the motel, but soon, we had to leave. Travel wasn’t happening. People weren’t going to work or started working from home.

So now, we were on the road. Again.

For a few nights, we had to sleep in the car. We didn’t have a spot, and so, we had to execute Levi’s plan.

We bought a house in Belmont Heights.

Due to Covid-19, we actually made out on the sale, only having a 2.6% interest rate. Which is obnoxiously good. Like, if I could go back, I would absolutely keep that house at that rate.

It was close to the port so Levi could get to work. We didn’t have much to move in, so this was the start that Levi was really hoping for. We of course used fake names. Levi knew a guy at the docks who could easily get fake ID’s and we opened the joint account with the same fake names.

It was far less complicated when you know people who can do some crazy things on the internet. Everything we had to do to buy a house, we did, and nobody wanted to go through all that shit during covid. We didn’t even really have a face to face. Just some phone conversations and zoom meetings. But hey, as far as they knew, they were selling a house to Brad and April Brown.

We bought furniture, we bought TV’s and it took a little while, but the house became our own.

We celebrated.
A lot.

And the best part is there wasn’t a house warming party, and we didn’t have to interact with our neighbors. And the neighborhood was pleasant. Like, a few years earlier, Levi and I would have picked this place clean with home invasions.

“You wanna get married?” Levi asked out of the blue.

“Like… right now?”

“No, like… at some point? Do you want to get married?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Oh. okay.”

“Why?”

“I just figured, you know, we’re probably stuck with each other for life now. The bank thinks we’re married.”

“They do. One day, we’ll have to make it official. Unless we die first.

“You think it’s gonna end like that?”

“We’re awful people Levi. That’s always how it ends for us.”

Levi was still making an honest living at the docks, and I continued to drive for uber, though work was scarce for me. It took about 4-5 months before things were semi back to normal and people were walking around in masks, or not in masks. I was used to that whole mask thing anyway, so it never bothered me.

I picked up fares every now and again and it worked out.
Until it REALLY worked out.

I saw a fare near downtown LA and was destined for Inglewood. I looked at my phone and headed there, until I saw a building on fire and two what looked like men in masks, looking lost and confused. They had huge bags and were flagging me down, waving pistols.

Clearly, they wanted my car.

I stopped and opened the door.

“Get in!” I yelled.

The two men hesitated for a moment, and then threw their bags in and got in the back. I drove off.

“Yo, who the fuck are you?” One of them shouted, putting the gun to my neck. I had to be calm, but I was nervous and banking on getting them out of the situation would benefit me.

“I’m saving your asses, so if you don’t mind, let me drive.”

The man took the pistol back from my neck.

“I’m your uber, so just tell me where you need to go.” I said, pointing at the phone and the uber app open. The men played along.

“Watts.”

“Cool.”

I drove and one of the men pulled out a phone and began talking to someone.

“Yo, we got the money and burned the fucking place down…. Uh,... some bitch… my bad. My bad. This girl picked us up and is bringing us back… yeah… yeah..”

He stopped and held the phone out.

“He wanna talk to you.”

“Put it on speaker.” I said. “I can’t drive and talk, we might get stopped.”

He pushed the button.

“Who’s this?” I asked.

The voice on the other end was calm, flat, and matter-of-fact.

“Appreciate you helping my boys out.”

“Just another person trying to get by.” I said.

I drove the rest of the way, then men got out grabbed. The bags.

“Good looking out.”

I nodded and began to back up.

“Yo, can we ask for you on Uber?”

“If you need me, just let me know. Ask for April.”

I drove off and that was the beginning of a most fortuitous relationship.

It looks like the roles are reversed, don’t they?

Here I was, making fun of Victoria Lyons for calling herself a queen not too long ago, and now, I have the silly crown. Because of this very win. Winning Queen for a Day was the goal, and the goal was a means to an end. To get back the title that was taken from me, and then establish the order. This is simply the fastest method.

You can be mad at me for doing that Victoria, but you knew it was coming. I said it plenty of times. I have a destiny, I have a goal to achieve and that means I have to get to the top by any means possible. It’s not my fault we went different directions on this. I’m here to accomplish things as quickly as I can. I don’t lie about that.

What else would you think I was going to do? Did you think I was just going to book some nonsense match for myself? Hey, I’ll get a free one over Bea Barnhart or something? No. I’m doing the most logical thing a person can do when given the chance. It’s not rocket science. You don’t have to like it, you just have to stop me.

But before all that, you should be thanking me.

Because if not for me, you may not even be The Bombshell’s champion right now.

You would have been stuck in a triple threat match against Vargas and Crystal and you most likely would have lost. I eliminated Crystal and cleared the path for you to prove you belong holding that title. Now, you did only beat old lady Mercedes so I can’t give you too much credit, but the fact is, you did it and won.

Now, all this is, is the payment you owe me for doing so.

I didn’t get a thank you, I didn’t get an acknowledgement, I was ignored. I pointed out so many things wrong with the system, and you just agreed because you saw them too. And then, I acted on them to change it. What did you do? You benefitted and gave me nothing in return. That’s not cool Victoria.

So, yes, why wouldn’t I use this opportunity to take the title from you? I feel like that more than makes up for what you have failed to acknowledge.

We both held the crown, Victoria, the only difference is, you decided to be dumb and not use it for it’s purpose. What kind of idiot would not reward themselves? You can think you did something noble and whatever, but the fact is, you just let the whole “Queen” thing go to your head and it just meant you are more interested in a crown than actually doing something great.

But this is where you are now. You are the Bombshell’s champion, and you know what that means? You’re a target. Old lady Mercedes attacked you, I’m cashing in. Do you understand that the attacks are coming from everywhere? Do you understand the burden you have on yourself right now?

The old saying is “Heavy is the head that wears the crown.” Because the responsibility of being at the top is vast. You will have only enemies right now. Everyone coming for what you have. Do you have a plan for dealing with that? Do you have anything mapped out?

No, you’re just happy being champion. You climbed the mountain and won the title. It’s surreal for you. Because you didn’t expect it to happen.

I have planned for this and even if old lady Mercedes had won, I had a plan for her as well. The crown’s power would have been used the exact same way. You in particular don’t matter when it comes to the match itself. It would have been me vs the champion regardless.

But, I will say this. In many ways, I’m glad that it’s you.

I spent basically a year trying to rid this company of stars and legends of yesteryear to usher in a new era. You were part of that new era. And thanks to my work, you got that shot. And you are a champion.

No one can take that away from you. It won’t matter that your reign in a little over two weeks, it will stand in the record books for eternity. From now until forever, you will be known as Bombshell’s champion.

I just need the physical belt because that’s my destiny.

I am inevitable, Victoria. I have a purpose to make this company better and I need the fucking belt to do that.

I was so close to starting last time and then people got in the way., That was my learning experience. I learned about the burden of holding that championship and how quickly everyone will come after you, how they will send person after person after you. They will do anything and everything to make you understand you are replaceable.

I’m probably being the most honest with you right now when I say, cashing in the crown for the belt is the most upfront anyone is going to be with you.

I said I was going to, and I am. Simple and straightforward.

You are clearly not ready to hold that much power and burden on your shoulders.

In reality, I’m doing you a favor.

Because once I am the champion again, and I lead this company, your spot isn’t going to be lost. You aren’t going to be cast aside right away. You’ll be right at the spot you earned. The spot I envisioned for you. You, a main event level player. That’s where you’ll stay. It’s others I need to establish the pecking order.

I tried it once and it stopped. But the order is going to be perfect. This company will be a utopia, because the playing field will be level. It will be free for everyone and anyone to achieve their goals. That’s what I was going for the entire time and people just seem to think I’m the bad guy for wanting it.

I just need you to understand that this is bigger than you, Victoria. This is what I need. This is about me. You do not understand the pressure that is going on right now. But I will show you and the rest of the Bombshell’s. I’m going to lead by example. Everyone will get their chance. Everyone will get their fair shake.

No more has-beens and favortism. No more hand picking opponents, no more random title matches. That’s what I’m going to put an end to. I just need the title to do it.

I’m sure you understand. You owe me that much.

But if you don’t. If you wish to make this difficult and want to resist what it ultimately going to be better for you in the long run, be my guest. I will be happy to show you the error of your ways and I will put you down right in the middle of the ring when I take back the championship.

It is going to be better this way.

Trust me.

Climax Control Archives / The Final Obstacle

« Last post by Victoria Lyons on May 15, 2026, 11:26:24 PM »

Backstage At Into The Void

Into the Void was rolling on, the fans in attendance enjoying each and every exciting moment of Sin City wrestling action new Champions had been crowned, there was a new King and Queen for a Day but in the world of Victoria Lyons everything was calm. Her match with Mercedes was yet to come and all she wanted was to walk out as world champion and she needed no distractions. The locker room she had rented was her space of peace where she could achieve her Mushin.

Only Darian had been allowed in the room mostly to deliver her news of the winners and to ward off any nosy reporters. Has she felt her fiancee approach, she knew it meant that another match had ended and another winner had been crowned.

“Frankie Holliday has just won Queen for a Day.“ Darian said calmly, keeping the information short and to the point just as she instructed.

“The Final Obstacle.” Victoria said quietly, still maintaining her zen-like state.

“Final Obstacle?” he repeated it was actually the first words she had spoken to him all night.

She didn't reply, she just remained in her state of zen. Darian shrugged and went back to his seat, but before he could sit down there was a knock at the door, and the slight annoyed exhale from Victoria was all he needed to hear.

“I think it's that pesky reporter…” he said “She's been lurking around all night. I'll handle it.”

Victoria didn't say anything, and Darian didn't expect her to. The instructions before they got to the arena were clear. Once they got to the locker room there would be no disturbances, and Darian was only to inform her of the match winners.

As Darian dealt with whatever reporter was trying to seek an interview, she thought about what he said. Frankie Holliday had won Queen for a Day. Everything Victoria had come to learn about Frankie meant that Frankie's target was going to be the Bombshell World Championship. That meant if Victoria became the World Bombshell Champion later that evening her first defense was going to be Frankie Holliday.

“Frankie's predictable..." Victoria muttered to herself “Poor Bella though..”

That felt a little weird, why was she feeling some sort of sympathy for Bella Madison?

It didn't take Darian long to return back into the room and make a quick do not disturb sign which he stuck to the door.

“Those reporters should leave us alone now.” he said.

“Any news on Alexandra Calaway did she retain her championship?” she asked.

“I'm not sure..” he said “I haven't heard any news on her yet, but it seems like her match might have been canceled. I'm not sure what's going on.”

“Can you go find out?” she asked.

“Yes of course.” he said

“Thank you Dare Bear. “ Victoria replied.

With a nod Darian once again left the locker room to find out some more news for Victoria while she returned to her peaceful state, getting yourself fully prepared for her big world bombshell championship match later that evening because in her mind she was absolutely going to walk out with that strap, and then all she had to do was prepare for Frankie Holliday, because she already knew Frankie was coming for her or Mercedes next.

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It wasn't her and Darian's North Carolina home but the warmth of Eddie's Las Vegas home was welcoming just the same. It just felt good to be somewhere more familiar after being overseas for so long.

And a shiny new world championship certainly helped as well.

Eddie sat with his wife Sabrina on their sofa, As Victoria sat cross-legged on the floor playing with their baby Jordan. Darian sat observing as well from one of Eddie and Sabrina's lounge chairs.

“That's a cute new shirt Jordan” she said “Does that mean your number one? Because you certainly are.”

Jordan giggled.

“I see your mom has a number two on her shirt.” she said “I think Dad needs a number three shirt.”

Eddie and Sabrina looked at each other on the couch with a smile. Victoria sensed something was amiss but she couldn't quite place it.

“Why are you two looking at me like that?” she said to Eddie and Sabrina.

“Oh it's nothing..” Sabrina giggled.

“So I never got to tell you congratulations, champ.” said Eddie “How's it feel?”

“Still doesn't feel real.” Victoria said looking at the championship belt laying next to her which Jordan seemed particularly interested in.

“Yeah it's shiny, isn't it sweetie?” Victoria said.

Jordan looked up at Victoria.

“Vivi.” Jordan babbled.

“Yes.” Victoria replied “Vivi is here.”

Jordan giggled.

“Well I can tell you Vicks.“ Eddie continued “Whether it feels real or not, it is real and you earned every bit of it. I've been here rehabbing this leg of mine itching to get back into the action. I never thought it would be this hard being home so much. I love my girls and I always spend time with them but I need to get back out there.”

“Well you've certainly found other ways to occupy your time.” Sabrina winked at him while rubbing her stomach, Darian raised an eyebrow at that but remained quiet.

“You know what Eddie?” Victoria said “You're right it is real, and I did earn it. I need to start thinking about Frankie Holliday now. But first I think we should celebrate a little bit. Darian did some moonlighting as a bartender a few years ago and still knows how to whip up some pretty good drinks.”

“I do make a mean Long Island.” Darian grinned.

“You know what?” Eddie said “Why not a couple drinks won't hurt.”

“Just seltzer and lime for me.” said Sabrina.

“You don't want to drink with us?" Victoria said.

“Not today.” said Sabrina

“Just one?” Victoria pleaded.

“No. It's okay.” Sabrina replied.

There was a short moment of silence, then Darian spoke up.

“Are you pregnant?” he said bluntly.

“Darian!, don't be rude.” Victoria said

“I'm not trying to be..” he said “But the shirts…, Eddie is hinting around with his…. um.., extracurricular activities, and now you don't want to drink?”

Victoria paused for a moment, looked at Darian and then back at Eddie and Sabrina then back to Darian then back to Eddie and Sabrina again. Finally she caught the knowing grins on Eddie and Sabrina's faces.

“Are you serious?!” she exclaimed “How far?!”

“A little over a month.” Sabrina replied.

“Congratulations you guys!” said Victoria turning to look at baby Jordan, “You hear that you're going to be a big sister like me.”

Jordan only observed her with the big curious eyes of a baby.

“Well this certainly calls for those drinks now.” said Darian, starting to make his way to the kitchen “And lime and seltzer for Sabrina.”

“Extra lime.” noted Sabrina.

“Extra lime.” You got it, said Darian heading off to the kitchen

“So, you excited about the wedding?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah Darian's a little goofy but he really is great.” Victoria smiled. “Hard to believe this will be my last Climax Control as an unmarried woman.”

“Any talk about kids?” asked Sabrina

“We've discussed it.” said Victoria “We definitely want to have some kids in the future, but right now I need to keep focused on my career. Especially now that I have the Bombshell World Championship. But definitely someday.”

She smiled as Jordan reached for the gold play to the championship again, her tiny fingers pressing against the leather strap.

“You'll have your own one day, I'm sure.” Victoria said.

The room settled into a comfortable silence, that only existed between people who'd been through enough together, that there was no pressure to fill every second with noise.

Victoria looked around the room quietly. It was different from the constant chaos of the airports and the hotels and the arenas. It was different from all the pressure she carried chasing the world championship, it just felt normal.

“You know, there was a point a few years back when I thought none of this was ever going to happen to me.” Victoria said “This championship, this life, any of it. I wish that it would be one of those people that everybody knew had something but never actually got there.”

“Well they would have been stupid.” Darian said returning with drinks carefully balanced in his hand.

“Thank you Dare Bear." she smiled while taking her drink.

“Of course.” he smiled back at her.

Darian turned to Sabrina and handed her seltzer.

“Extra lime as requested.” he said.

“A gentleman and a scholar.” Sabrina replied.

“First time anyone's called him that.” Victoria grinned.

Eddie accepted his drink and Darian returned to his seat.

“You did get there though.” Eddie said, taking a sip of his drink “And nobody handed anything to you. You went through hell for that championship, and the accolades that came along with winning it.”

Victoria looked down at her championship.

“That's why it means so much.” she said “That's why at Climax Control I need to beat Frankie. I've fought too hard and too long to earn this championship. She wants to use her Queen for a Day powers to stop my rain before it really begins? No, the real queen refuses to let that happen Eddie. I won't let it happen.”

“I know.” Eddie agreed.

Jordan yawned slightly letting out a sleepy noise and started to rub at her eyes.

“Looks like somebody wants a nap..” said Sabrina standing from the couch.

“Awwwwww.” said Victoria as Sabrina lifted Jordan off the floor “Well you go get your beauty rest sweetheart.”

Victoria watched as Jordan reached back at her with her tiny grabby hands.

“Aw you're going to get me emotional…” Victoria laughed softly.

Sabrina disappeared down the hall, the room settled into its quiet atmosphere once again. The sound of the baby monitor crackling deeper within the house.

“I have to say Darian..” Eddie spoke up “You really do make a good Long Island.”

“Careful..” Victoria. said “It'll get to his head.”

“Too late.” Darian grinned.

They all shared a laugh together.

“Just don't let that championship get to yours.” Eddie said “Like you said you've come too far and you've made a lot of changes within yourself, but if you move too far back you're going to find yourself in trouble. Just remember to keep yourself moving forward Vicks, you're doing great.”

“Thanks Eddie.” she said.

“To another record-setting reign.” Eddie said, raising his glass to Victoria.

They all three raised glasses and took a sip.

Victoria looked around at the people in the room, Sabrina was returning as well. She had her support. Now all she had to do was go out there and show Frankie why she was the Bombshell World Champion and why she would remain the Bombshell World Champion.

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The camera flickers to life slightly off center as if it was picked up mid-adjustment. The surroundings themselves are just an indistinct quiet space with plain walls and a few utility doors that are out of focus as Victoria Lyons walks into frame holding the Bombshell World Championship.

She lets the camera linger on her for a moment, the World Bombshell Championship resting proudly on her shoulder.

“You know what fascinates me about Queen for a day Frankie?” Victoria began casually leaning back against a nearby wall “It tells you all you need to know about a person.”

A faint smirk grows on her lips.

“Some will win that crown, and immediately start thinking about power and championships.” she continued “And others use it to turn themselves into something greater.”

She tilts her head slightly.

“I know because I was Queen for a Day once too.” she said

The camera pushes slowly closer.

“When I held that crown I didn't use it to force my way into a championship match.” she said “I didn't need to chase that validation. I used it to create an identity that would outlive the moment itself. But I knew you would, from the moment I was informed of your victory.”

Her eyes sharpen as she pauses for a moment.

“That really is the difference between us Frankie.“ she said taking a step forward to the camera, “You used Queen for a Day to book yourself a championship match.”

She pauses for a beat.

“I used it to become the queen.” she said matter-of-factly.

She looks down at the championship resting on her shoulder.

“I understand why you did it though.“ she said “The way this championship makes you feel? I get it. I felt it the moment my name was announced as the winner at Into The Void."

She nods slowly.

“You had it too.” she said “For a few short months Frankie Holliday stood at the top of the division almost the second she walked through the door. People were calling you the future before you even got your feet wet in this place.”

As she smirks again a faint laugh escapes her lips.

“Then it all ended.” she continued “And ever since then you've been chasing that feeling.”

She paces slightly as she continues speaking.

“That's really what this is isn't it?” she continued “Your continuous chase to get back on top because you came in like Icarus and got burned. Now you find yourself on your Sisyphus arc, trying to make your way back to the top, only to be knocked back down again and again and again.”

She exhales.

“It sounds a lot like desperation to me.” said Victoria. “You're desperate to get that feeling of being champion again back but you are not going to do it at my expense. Not this time.”

Her tone grows sharper and something in the air shifts.

“So what is it then? You're going to bring up our history?” Victoria said “You're going to bring up the fact that I haven't beaten you yet you do realize that only makes me hungrier and that only makes me more dangerous. I'm well aware what you are. You're my final obstacle. The only one left that I haven't conquered, and now that I'm the Bombshell World Champion the time has come for the one true Queen of SCW to overcome her final obstacle.”

She keeps her eyes firmly locked on the camera.

“It was last year's Queen for a Day when you defeated me.” Victoria said “Let me remind you it was that idiot Harper Mason who ruined everything for me, that idiot Harper Mason who I only wanted to help. I told her all about Cassie and she wouldn't listen and now look at her and look at me. Everything I told her about Cassie Wolfe came to light. Now Harper has nothing, and I sit at the very top of the division.”

She pauses.

“But I solved my Harper Mason problem, and I moved on.” she said “Now it really will be just you and I, and you will find out how dangerous and violent I can get. Oh you like violence don't you Frankie? You made that very clear to Bella Madison that you will do whatever you can to win. So let me tell you something. So will I. I went through seven stages of hell with Luna Pasilno and survived. I went to war with the legend of Mercedes Vargas and came out on top. If you want to talk about violence then we can get violent my dear.”

Another pleasing laugh escapes her lips.

“I told you on X.” Victoria said “Anybody can be Queen for a day but only one queen remains constant, and that constant is me. Victoria Lyons, the Head Lyoness and your SCW Bombshell World Champion.”

That soft smirk returns to her face, as she adjusts the championship on her shoulder.

“That's the thing about all this.” she continued “When people look at you they still see that woman who came in and shocked the world. When they look at me they see the woman running the division, and the woman that made herself undeniable. Make no mistake about it, I am the standard now.”

She paces slowly again.

“While you were busy trying to reclimb that mountain top and reclaim what you lost..” she said “I was building a foundation. A foundation that I can stand on and truly call myself one of the very best in this company's history. Grand Slam. Triple Crown. Record breaking reigns. I am more than just the Bombshell World Champion, I am among the elite in Sin City wrestling and I earned every damn bit of it. If you want this Championship you're going to have to go through hell with me to get it.”

She pauses shortly.

“You're not fighting for a championship anymore Frankie.” she continued “You're fighting against memory. I can see that horrible little voice in your head that keeps whispering that maybe the world has already seen the best you've had to offer. You reach backward to the brightest moment of your career like maybe if you just reach far enough, the universe will give it back. But you have to understand that your reign wasn't the beginning of an era Frankie, it was a shooting star. A beautiful moment, but forgotten just as quickly.”

She steps closer to the camera.

“You got to touch the top of the mountain before you understood how tall it was.” Victoria continued “And now you have no foundation to fall back on so you're stuck in the same cycle of climbing and falling. Continuing to reach for something that keeps moving further and further from your reach. You had a taste of the spotlight and now you feel it moving on without you. You need this world championship back because you haven't figured out who you are without it.”

She grinned.

“Understand that this isn't even the end for me.” she said “I'm the Bombshell World Champion but I'm still going to climb and defend, while you're still stuck there playing your introduction. You had your fairy tale Frankie, but I'm where that book ends. I'm when reality finally decides who the real champion is.”

She smacks her championship for emphasis.

“I became champion because this division could only ignore me for so long before I forced it to acknowledge exactly what I am.” she said “And maybe that's what bothers you the most because I didn't have any sudden lightning strike that disappeared as fast as it came. I stand here now as the most important champion in this company. You came in with all the momentum in the world Frankie but momentum fades and foundations don't. That's why I survived every war that was supposed to break me.”

Her words come fierce and sharp.

“That version of Victoria Lyons that you've beaten in the past no longer exists.” she said, “That woman has evolved into something more, that woman became the one who stopped waiting for permission to sit at the top, and took her place there, and that's a danger you can't fully understand.”

She takes a slow intentional step toward the camera.

“The Victoria you remember was still in her beginnings.” she said “And beginnings are easy. I said you are nothing more than a shooting star, beautiful when it first lights up the sky but the hard part is staying there long enough to become a constellation. That's what I've become. I became permanent, so bring all your violence and desperation and every ounce of panic you've been carrying around since the moment this Championship left your hands, because when that bell rings you'll finally understand the difference between somebody who had an era and somebody who is one.”

She holds her championship out to the camera.

“You can come try to take this from me all you want.” Victoria said “But at the end of the day you will realize the truth and that's that the queen remains constant. I don't need to trust you because this isn't your jungle snake, this is my savannah, so you need to……”

She pauses.

“Be prepared.”

She keeps her confidence in her eyes, looking into the camera, holding her championship out for emphasis as everything cuts to black.

Climax Control Archives / Fitta

« Last post by Seleana Zdunich on May 15, 2026, 11:00:42 PM »

On-Camera

Room 214
Radisson Hotel Duluth-Harborview
Duluth, Minnesota
Thursday, May 14, 2025
7:01 AM PDT

Zenna Zdunich: Oh, how magnanimous of her Queenship, me and the fitta.

The camera opens on Zenna Zdunich standing alone on a balcony by herself as the sun starts to shine for the morning rise.

Zenna Zdunich: Mercedes…

She cocks her head slightly.

Zenna Zdunich: Du har skit i det blå skåpet så många gånger!

Glaring harshly, the Swedish redhead bores lasers through the lens of the camera.

Zenna Zdunich: Säg inte att du känner ugglor i mossen när du är ugglan.

She starts to look away and then nods to the camera.

Zenna Zdunich: Oh, and for those who just said what did this bitch say?

She glares in annoyed outrage knowing she has to do this due to the average viewer's ignorance.

Zenna Zdunich: I said, "You have shit in the blue locker so many times." It means you done fucked up and you've done it muliple times, in your case, so many, I stopped counting.

Shaking her head, Zenna gives the camera a newly leveled up brand of rage.

Zenna Zdunich: Then I said, "Don't say you sense owls in the bog when you're the owl."

Zenna nearly spits in disgust.

Zenna Zdunich: That means don't tell us you sense something strange when you are the something strange in question.

She points slightly accusingly.

Zenna Zdunich: And you have been for a long time.

Zenna nods pointedly.

Zenna Zdunich: I can't wait to get my hands on you!

Climax Control Archives / “Victims of an Uninspired Queen!”

« Last post by Cassie Wolfe on May 15, 2026, 10:44:35 PM »

Cassie was all set to win the Queen for a Day Ladder Match at Into the Void but after Harper cost her the match (after already brawling with her former friend earlier in the show and after Cassie cost Harper the Bombshell Roulette Title to boot) Frankie Holiday went on to win the Queen for a Day crown and now? Cassie had found herself booked against Alexandra Callaway who had technically retained the Bombshell Internet Title over Kat Jones after both women got injured during training for their scheduled match, resulting in it being postponed, the kicker?

Frankie had taken the classic path of Queen/King for a Day Winners by booking herself in a Main Event World Bombshell Title Match against the newly crowned champion Victoria Lyons and to ensure that no one would share her glory if Frankie had won the World Bombshell Title from Victoria? Frankie had made the match non-title, stealthily insulting Cassie in the process! And considering Cassie would’ve challenged Alexandra for the Bombshell Internet Title at Into the Void if she had won their last encounter? You know this incensed Cass, can she get the win?

Krystal’s home, Las Vegas, Nevada
Wednesday the 13th of May 2026, 11:00am

Let’s just say that the Abruisement Park Tour ended up being a clusterfuck.

Was it as bad as last year’s Viking Era Tour? No, not by a long shot, I finally got tired of being Harper’s sidekick and turned my back on her and Josh at the beginning of the cycle and subsequently secured my spot in the Queen for a Day Ladder Match the following week by pinning Seleana Zdunich.

You know what else happened that week? Oh just the revelation that I managed to financially screw myself over because I forgot to void my managerial contract with Josh before bringing in Krystal as my new manager, and things escalated from there until it reached it’s apex at Into the Void where I cost Harper the match for the vacant Bombshell Roulette Title, we brawled backstage and she later cost me the Queen for a Day Crown.

And let’s talk about the Queen for a Day Match, more specifically? One of the decisions Frankie Holiday made when booking her Queen for a Day Episode because, if you remember the Go Home Show before Into the Void? I faced Alexandra Callaway in a non-title match where, if I won, I’d be pulling double duty at Into the Void by serving as Alexandra’s challenger alongside competing in the Queen for a Day Match.

The fact that I’ve only talked about competing once at Into the Void should really tell you everything you need to know about how that match went for me! Thing is, both Alexandra and her scheduled challenger Kat Jones got injured during training and the match was postponed meaning I could’ve won the title by default if I had beaten Alexandra in the first place! But now? Frankie’s booked a rematch between us and made it non-title.

Why? Because Frankie Holiday is a basic, unimaginative bitch who used her powers to book herself in a World Bombshell Title Match for the Main Event against Victoria Lyons and wants no one else to share her glory.

Well fuck the queen’s glory! I’m gonna show the world that my loss to Alexandra was a fluke and that’s before I deal with Harper.

”I think if Into the Void proved anything?” I commented to Riley and Krystal as we gathered in the living room, Krystal’s Greek Australian wife Makayla was busy making lunch for us and their three daughters (two twin girls who are three years old that Makayla had via artificial insemination and a niece of Krystal’s that they got custody over because her sister wasn’t really fit to be a mother and she’s eight years old) and given that Makayla was a culinary student back in Australia? Yeah, it was bound to be good. ”It’s that the three of us isn’t enough when it comes to dealing with Harper.”

“I told you what happened when we were still in Japan, one minute I got a tap on the shoulder and turned around, the next?” Riley shook her head as she ran a hand through her long blonde hair. “I’m in the medic’s office getting tested for a concussion alongside Krystal, if you’ve got any ideas for dealing with Harper I’d love to hear them.”

”How about we start with the Go Gym since that’s where you and Krystal trained?” I suggested as I leaned forward on the table. ”I know you just graduated Riley but you know if any other graduates coming down the pipeline?”

”There weren’t any I’m afraid.” Krystal responded as she shook her head and I nodded. ”I was there for Riley’s graduation before we travelled down to California before springing the trap on Harper, none of the other trainees were close to being ready for graduation and really, Riley’s background as a CrossFit athlete helped her adapt to the wrestling lifestyle like a duck to water.”

“Yeah, what Krystal said.” Riley nodded in confirmation as she shifted her weight. “What’s your status with Hero Academy?”

”Former trainers either don’t want anything to do with me or are more focussed on training future stars.” I responded with an annoyed grunt as I thought back to my attempts to contact Hero Academy. ”As far as the students go? Half are on Harper’s side, the others are sympathetic to my frustrations, I know a couple graduated while we were in Japan but I don’t know their names off the top of my head.”

“What if I told you that I do?” Riley asked and we turned to her, at that point Krystal’s dogs Garrus (a German Sheperd) and Tali (a Golden Lab) wandered in (and yes, Krystal named them after Mass Effect characters) and I scratched behind the ear as he was closest to me. “I may have trained at the Go Gym but I have friends at Hero Academy, and one of them texted me after she won her graduation match.”

”Does she have a name?” I asked and Riley nodded. ”And for that matter, what’s her athletic background?”

“Her name’s Alexis Frost, goes by the name Lexie among her friends.” Riley explained and we nodded. “And here’s where things get juicy, she and Harper have history.”

”What kind of history?” Krystal asked beating me to the punch in the process. ”Are we talking high school classmates?”

“Same high school, same amateur wrestling team though Lexie is two years older than Harper, hell, same military bases.” Riley explained with a nod as she leaned back. “Here’s the thing, if you ask Lexie she’s a better athlete than Harper but because Harper went into wrestling a couple of years ago? She’s pissed because she feels Harper’s stealing her spotlight.”

”So in other words? We’ve got a legit recent graduate from Hero Academy with a chip on her shoulder and a grudge against Harper?” Krystal summarized and Riley nodded in response. ”How soon can you set up a meeting?”

“As soon as possible really, she’s been chomping at the bit to help us.” Riley nodded in response and we shared a grin. “Only thing is she wants to meet with me and Cass first, since this whole thing was Cassie’s idea.”

”Fine, tell her we’ll meet in Hero Academy’s parking lot tomorrow after it closes for the day.” I nodded as I folded my arms. ”And if she can help me beat Alexandra on Sunday? All the better.”

“Exactly what I was thinking.” Riley grinned before Makayla’s voice called us to lunch and we headed into the kitchen.

Harper doesn’t have the upper hand on me and neither does Alexandra.

Hero Academy Parking Lot, Las Vegas, Nevada
Thursday the 14th of May 2026, 18:30pm

I won’t lie, I was aware of Lexie’s existence before Riley brought her up.

And by that I mean I saw her once or twice while I was training at Hero Academy earlier in the year, I knew she was one of the better students but I never got to spar with her for a number of reasons, mostly tied to her being busy at the time.

Was I surprised that she was the latest graduate? Not really, if she’s half as good as me and Harper then she can absolutely survive a graduation match, but we’ll see.

“Okay, Lexie’s test said she’s about a minute out.” Riley commented after checking her phone for the text and I nodded as I leaned against a nearby car. “Said her motorbike needed filling up.”

”Motorbike?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. ”I thought most Hero Academy students live in Vegas? Hell, my house is within walking distance.”

“They do and she does, thing is? She lives on the other side of the city.” Riley explained and I nodded as I got the idea. “Not really practical for her to walk to Hero Academy.”

”Yeah, that makes sense.” I nodded before folding my arms. ”Anything else I need to know?”

“She said she has some ideas for her first SCW appearance but wants to run them by you and Krystal first.” Riley responded as she checked her older messages and I nodded, glad that she knew not to disturb the hierarchy. “She is a year older than you Cass but her birthday was a couple of months ago.”

”Eh, I’m turning twenty three in July, that won’t last long.” I shrugged before we heard a motorbike pull up and looked, seeing a female rider get off the bike and remove her helmet. ”Lexie?”

“That’s me.” Lexie responded as she walked up, she was taller than both me and Harper, about Five Eight I’d say, and hot, that said? Her long dark brown hair had a half shaven undercut hair style and the vibe she was giving off was “serious metalhead”. “You had to wait until you were ln California to start kicking Harper’s ass?”

”In my defence? I was waiting to see how Blaze of Glory shook out.” I responded as I sized up the taller woman as she nodded in understanding. ”Just out of curiosity, who was your graduation match opponent?”

“Wanted it to be Harper but that whole concussion business put the kibosh on that, ended up facing one of the trainers as a compromise.” Lexie explained and I shared a grin with Riley at that. “Look, maybe I’ll get around to explaining my history with Harper later, but I’d rather focus on some of the ideas I’ve got.”

”That’s fine by me, this was just a first impressions thing and frankly? I like what I see.” I nodded in response and Lexie grinned. ”That said? We shouldn’t discuss some of this stuff in the open, you know how to get to Krystal’s house?”

“Riley texted me the address before I settled on my plans.” Lexie responded as she leaned against the bike. “So, you’ll get me on the same kind of contract as Riley, right?”

”Right, not employed by SCW but rather Krystal directly.” I nodded to confirm it and Lexie smirked. ”You can discuss payment plans with Krystal when we get there.”

“Fine by me, let’s get on the road.” Lexie nodded in response before we drove off.

Soon? Alexandra will be on a highway to hell.

Cassie’s promo room, Las Vegas, Nevada
Thursday the 14th of May 2026, 21:00pm

*promo time*

With Lexie now in my inner circle and my sights set firmly on my rematch with Alexandra? It was time to get to work.

”You know, given the shockingly bad success rate of King and Queen for a Day Winners who try to use their power for a World Bombshell Title/World Heavyweight Title Shot? I’m surprised Christian hasn’t tried to put a cap on people using their powers that way!” I scoffed as I rolled my eyes. ”And honestly? I will laugh my ass off if Frankie Holiday is the latest woman to choke while pulling that move!

Why? Because apparently she doesn’t think that a match between me and Alexandra Callaway should be for the Bombshell Internet Title hence why she booked us in a non-title rematch from the Go Home Show for Into the Void!” I couldn’t help but laugh as I thought about Frankie’s reasoning. ”Oh I’m sorry it’s so that no one else can win a title on your night, is it not?”

Just ridiculous.

”I’ll take “match descriptions that have a 50/50 chance of aging like milk in the Sahara Desert” for $500! Oh look, the daily double!” I added as I shook my head. ”Alexandra, you may not like me but we need to face facts, we’re both being fucked over here! You’re being denied your first defence since the match between you and Kat got delayed and I’m being denied a chance to end my title drought!

Why? Because we’re both victims of an uninspired queen!” I added as I rolled my eyes hard. ”Seriously, how many men and women have used their King and Queen for a Day Powers this way over the years and how many have actually succeeded? And better yet, how many of their plans for everyone else have backfired? Because Alexandra? I’m going to make damn sur this insult of a match backfires!”

Yep.

”Besides, the woman who lost the World Bombshell Title to Crystal Hilton really has no place to talk about unworthy champions! There, I said t!” if I was holding a mic right now? I’d drop it. ”As for us Alexandra? We’ve done this dance multiple times since I arrived in SCW two years ago, so far? I’ve only managed one win over you which got me a World Bombshell Title Shot! What will winning this match do for me?”

One way to find out.

”Well the way I see it? Winning this match will not only be a massive middle finger to Frankie but it’ll shoot my name up the Bombshell Internet Title Rankings!” I added as I flipped some hair over my shoulder. ”And before you say it, yes I know it’s ultimately in the bosses’ hands but again, if I had beaten you at the Go Home Show for Into the Void I would’ve gotten the Bombshell Internet Title shot over Kat! That tells me that they had my name in consideration and besides: unlike Kat I won’t break my hip in the middle of training!”

It’s that simple.

”Frankie Holiday may be an unimaginative bitch but I see this as a way to show up a woman who’s World Bombshell Title Reign ended with a wet fart! Never forget that it was Frankie choking in her title defence at High Stakes that led to Seleana Zdunich main eventing a PPV in 2026!” I added as I folded my arms. ”And yet we’re the unworthy title match? Give me a fucking break!”

And with that I decided to wrap things up.

”I guess it’ll be fun seeing what excuses she comes up but as for you Alexandra? I’m out to do one thing in this match and that’s show the world that your previous win over me was a fluke!” I added as held up a middle finger to the camera. ”And soon? You will feel the bite of the Judas Wolfe!”

I turned off the camera as the scene fades.

Climax Control Archives / Burden of proof

« Last post by HBCarter on May 15, 2026, 07:40:04 PM »

The one thing that Carter noticed sitting outside of the courtroom was that the building smelled like stale coffee. It was a stupid thing to notice or experience considering he was waiting for a judge to decide whether the man who used to beat him bloody was enough of a threat to legally keep away.

And yet his brain had decided to focus on coffee. He could already hear Miles making some wisecrack about his coffee addiction.

Miles sat beside him, but he seemed more wound up than Carter himself. That was just Miles's nature, to take somebody's problems emotionally and make them his own. It also didn't help that the accused party was Carter's abusive ex Lazarus. Miles with nothing if not protective of his loved ones, especially his husband. The moment Lazarus's name left Carter's lips in accusation, Miles was already fantasizing about feeding the man to a wood chipper.

Their attorney stood in front of them, his eyes scanning the content of a folder in his hands. The man did not look nervous, he never did for as long as Carter had known him. He had that stillness about him, the kind that made people lower their voices without knowing why. Alastair O’Malley was a consummate professional.

Across the hall, Lazarus Mercer sat beside his own attorney, talking gently between them. Carter tried not to look, but given the circumstances it was damn near impossible.

Lazarus had dressed well. His career as a top-tier fashion model would come into play here, where clothes might give him the false illusion of innocence. Wearing a dark suit and soft gray tie. Hair neat and hands folded loosely in his lap. He looked gentler by design, like some poor, innocent young man who spent time in the hospital being served for a crime he didn't do.

Supposedly.

Carter watched as the attorney leaned in and whispered something to Lazarus, to which Lazarus nodded. It felt like the lawyer was clearly coaching Lazarus.

Miles followed Carter’s gaze and went rigid, his knuckles tightening into fists. He wanted to say something to the smug, two-faced bastard but he knew not to. He knew now whatever was said or done could be used against them given the situation. So Miles drew in a deep breath and instead turned to his husband and asked, “You okay?”

“Yeah.”

Miles knew he was lying but he took Carter’s hand anyway and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Alastair finally looked up and said, “When we go in, Carter speaks only when asked. Miles, you do not speak unless I tell you or the judge directly addresses you.”

Miles’s mouth tightened but Alastair stressed, “I need you to understand the possible consequences. Voss will try to make you the issue. If you lose your temper in wanting to defend Carter, you may end up handing Voss the means to hurt him instead.”

Before Miles or Carter could reply, the courtroom door opened and a clerk stepped out and looked about the gathered people waiting and called aloud, “Kasey-McKinney versus Mercer. Protective order hearing.”

Carter looked to Miles who nodded reassuringly and gave his hand another squeeze. Without looking at Lazarus across the hall from them, Carter stood up slowly along with Miles and together they followed Alastair into the courtroom of Judge Miriam Calder. And for a brief moment, Carter could feel Lazarus’s eyes on his back and it was one of the most unsettling sensations he can ever remember having experienced.

The courtroom itself was smaller than Carter expected. The judge sat behind the bench, reading through the file and paid virtually no attention to anyone. He and Miles sat at one table with Alastair, Lazarus and Voss at the other.

Judge Calder finally spoke, “This is the matter of Kasey-McKinney versus Mercer. I’ve reviewed the petition, the police report, the photographs submitted, the therapist reports and the documents concerning prior proceedings between the parties.”

Her gaze lifted across everyone present and she spoke with authority, “I’ll say at the outset that I have very little patience for theatrics. This is not a stage. This is not a press conference. Do all parties understand?”

One by one, every person present for this case nodded and verbally agreed to the judge’s query. Her eyes scanned the room and only when satisfied did she continue. She looked at Alastair. “Mr. O’Malley. You may present your case.”

*Thank you, your Honor.” Alastair stood up and spoke directly to the judge.

“Your Honor, my clients are asking the court for continued protection because recent conduct has escalated from unnerving to dangerous. Their belongings have been disturbed inside their residence. A shirt Mister Kasey-McKinney admired in public appeared later in his closet. A bottle of wine his husband Miles handled at a market appeared later in his grocery cart when his back was turned. Their cat began behaving as though a stranger had been in the home, hiding, hissing, refusing rooms she previously favored.”

Carter stole a glance at the opposing counsel and Voss was shaking his head with this infuriating smirk on his face. As if he was already dismissing the accusations.

He continued, “Then Mister Kasey-McKinney was attacked with chloroform in his car in the parking garage of his home. The security footage confirms an altercation, though the attacker’s face is not clear. Police recovered zip ties and duct tape from the vehicle. A report was filed. A security guard and the HOA president witnessed the aftermath.”

Alastair turned so that all attention would be focused directly on the young man seated at the defendant’s table, “Lazarus Mercer is not a stranger. He is Mister Kasey-McKinney’s former partner. That relationship was abusive. The violence was witnessed. The injuries were medically documented. The police and the courts were previously involved.”

Carter looked down at his hands, feeling that familiar sensation of guilt and shame wash over him. Guilt that he had let it get that far, and shame over finding himself in that situation in the first place.

Voss stood before Alastair could continue and said, “Objection! Are we about to wander backward through every unhappy moment of a past relationship?”

Alastair did not even turn toward him as he countered, “Mister Mercer’s documented violence toward my client is directly relevant to the reasonable fear my client is experiencing.”

“Reasonable fear is not the same as proof!”

Judge Calder lifted a hand. “Enough. Mister Voss, I will allow limited testimony regarding the prior relationship and documented violence only as it bears on the petitioner’s fear and the nature of the relationship between these parties.”

Carter could swear he saw a flash of annoyance on Voss’s face equal to the satisfied smirk on Alastair’s.

Alastair turned slightly. “Mr.Kasey-McKinney.”

Carter swallowed hard before he forced himself to stand up in front of everyone. This was the single moment that he knew had to happen but didn’t want to experience. Opening old wounds. Reliving the pain he experienced. But still, he stood. All eyes on him, including the burning stare of Lazarus.

“You were once in a relationship with Lazarus Mercer?” Alastair asked.

“Yes.”

“Was that relationship abusive?”

“Yes.”

“Did Mister Mercer physically assault you?”

“Yes.”

“Were your injuries seen by other people?”

“Yes.”

“Were they medically documented?”

“Yes.”

“Did other people witness Mister Mercer behaving violently or abusively toward you?”

“Yes.”

Alastair paused the questioning for effect before he continued with the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back. He asked, “There was an incident at a gathering of your friends and family. During that incident, did Mister Mercer put his hands on your grandmother?”

Carter looked at the judge, not Lazarus, and answered, “Yes.”

“What happened then?”

“We got into a fight.”

“Was Mister Mercer hospitalized?”

“Yes.”

“Were police and the courts involved after that?”

“Yes.”

Alastair paused before asking his next question, knowing it would set off a bomb in the courtroom. “When the shirt appeared in your closet, when your belongings were moved, and when you were attacked in the garage, did your past with Mister Mercer affect what you believed was happening?”

Carter’s eyes moved to Lazarus before he could stop them. Carter remembered the manipulative tears after putting Carter’s head into a bathroom wall hard enough to split the skin near his hairline. He remembered Lazarus crying “Look what you made me do,” still managing to find a way to blame Carter for his own actions.

“Yes.” Carter said. He took a deep breath and elaborated, “Because he’s done it before.”

Alastair did not push. It was a trait Carter appreciated most about the man. Instead, Alastair turned to the Judge and said, “No further questions at this time.”

Then, before Carter could take a seat, Judge Calder looked to the defense and said, “Mister Voss?”

“Thank you, Your Honor.” Voss said as he stood up and smoothed over his business jacket before he came around his table but took care not to get too close to Carter, knowing full well how to look respectful when plotting to take someone apart.

“Mr.Kasey-McKinney.” Voss said, “I want to be clear. I am not here to minimize your pain or your fear.”

Carter had to bite his tongue to keep from saying, “I’ll just bet!”

Voss continued, “You testified that Mister Mercer was hospitalized after the incident involving your grandmother.”

“Yes.”

“And you caused the injuries that put him in the hospital.”

Carter’s jaw tightened. “He grabbed my grandmother!”

“That was not my question.”

Carter swallowed hard, hating this man for his framework of bending the truth. He answered, “Yes.”

“You struck him enough times that he required hospitalization.”

“Yes.”

“And that happened in front of your family and friends.”

“Yes.”

“So there were multiple witnesses to your violence against him.”

Carter’s jaw tightened as he answered, “They saw me stop him from hurting my grandmother!”

Voss nodded like he understood and sympathized, when Carter knew nothing could be further from the truth. Voss proved that when he asked his next question, “Mr.Kasey-McKinney, did you see Mister Mercer enter your home?”
“No.”

“Did you see him place the shirt in your closet?”

“No.”

“Did you see him place the wine in your husband’s grocery cart?”

“No.”

“You did not see his face during the parking garage attack.”

Alastair stood up, “Objection, Your Honor! The defense has seen the same report from Doctor Gail Delacore that you have.”

But Voss was just as quick to counter with, “Your Honor, whether the petitioner participated in guided imagery may be relevant to treatment, but it does not make it more or less likely that my client committed the alleged acts.”

The Judge said, “I’ll allow the question. Mister Kasey-McKinney?”

Carter looked from the judge to Voss and said, “I saw his eyes.”

Voss countered with, “You think you saw his eyes.” This infuriating attorney then pointed out, “There were no fingerprints or DNA evidence tying my client to the scene of the attack. So when you say it was him, what you mean is that you feel it was him.”

Voss then turned to the Judge and said, “No further questions.”

Carter finally got to sit down and immediately he felt Miles’s hand in his own. The two men shared a look before they heard Voss continue with his defense, “Your Honor, my client does not pretend the past was painless. But this case is not about whether two people had a damaging relationship years ago. It is about whether this court has evidence that Lazarus Mercer committed the recent acts alleged. And … it does not. There is no clear image of my client in the garage. No forensic evidence. No witness who saw him enter the residence. The petitioners have fear, but fear is not identification.”

Carter looked at the table, hating the way the man was turning this around against him, making him doubt himself despite how certain he felt.

“Then we have the cruise ship incident.” Voss said, and Miles’s hand tightened around Carter’s. “My client was aboard a cruise ship where Miles McKinney-Kasey confronted him privately. Mister McKinnjey-Kasey grabbed him from behind, pinned him to a wall, and threatened him.”

Voss looked across the courtroom, his eyes directly on Miles, knowing the Judge’s own eyes would follow.

“My client was told ‘If I didn’t think that there was someone out there that would actually miss you, I would yeet you off the side of the ship and into the ocean and let the fish have at you.’”

The courtroom went dead silent in that awful way rooms do when something embarrassing and serious has happened at the same time.

“He was also told, ‘If I catch you ever around us again, you will vanish without a trace.’”

Miles looked like he was about to stand up but Alastair was swifter, grabbing his shoulder and keeping him right where he was seated. Voss’s mouth curved upward in an infuriating way as he continued, “The same man who threatened to make Lazarus Mercer vanish without a trace now sits beside his husband asking this court to believe that my client is the danger.”

Judge Calder turned to the other table. “Mister Mercer. Do you wish to make a statement?”

Lazarus did not look at Carter or Mister Voss. He looked at the judge respectfully, with a pained, tired expression. Very theatrical. Slowly he stood up and addressed the court, “I know Carter is afraid, and I’m sorry for that. I won’t stand here and pretend I was perfect. I wasn’t. But I did not enter his home! I did not touch his belongings! I did not attack him in that garage! I-I wouldn’t!”

He paused, just enough to sound like he was gathering himself.

“And on the ship, I should have walked away sooner. I can admit that. But I did not threaten Miles. I did not touch him. He grabbed me. He told me I would disappear.”

His eyes flicked toward Miles, then away.

“I am not asking Carter to forgive me. I’m just asking not to be punished for things I didn’t do because people still hate me for things I did years ago!”

Judge Calder watched Lazarus for a few seconds before she turned to Carter. “Mr.Kasey-McKinney. I have one question.”

“Yes, Your Honor?”

“Do you believeMister Mercer is responsible for the recent incidents?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation. Carter just knew.

Judge Calder’s tone did not soften, exactly, but it became less procedural.
“Why?”

Carter could feel everyone looking at him. He looked at Lazarus who looked back. Those same, soft, deceptive eyes. The same ones that once watched Carter clean his own blood out of a sink.

“Because he knows how to scare me.” Carter said. “The shirt wasn’t random. The wine wasn’t random. The way things were moved around in my home wasn’t random. Then someone attacked me in the garage, and there were zip ties and duct tape in the car! And when he says he would never hurt me, he knows that isn’t true.”

Carter swallowed what felt like a rock in the back of his throat.

“Because he’s done it before. Many times.”

No one spoke for a moment. Judge Calder nodded once. “Thank you.”

Judge Calder removed her glasses and set them down in front of her and Carter knew before she said it. The judge looked at him with an expression of genuine sympathy.

“Mister Kasey-McKinney, I do not doubt that your fear is genuine. I do not dismiss the documented history between you and Mister Mercer. Based on what has been presented, there is reason for you to fear him. That is not the same as saying the legal burden has been met as to the recent allegations.”

Carter felt something drop inside him.

“The current record does not directly identify Mister Cross as the person who entered the residence, left the items, or attacked you in the parking garage. The footage is inconclusive. There are no fingerprints. There is no message, note, digital record, or eyewitness placing him at those incidents.”

“The prior abuse is relevant to your fear. It is not, however, proof that Mister Mercer committed these acts.”

She turned to Lazarus.

“Mister Mercer.” Judge Calder’s voice hardened. “Do not mistake this ruling for vindication. I am aware of the history here. I am aware of the seriousness of what has been alleged. If there is further contact, if new evidence emerges, or if you are tied to any harassment, surveillance, intrusion, or violence involving these petitioners, this court will view that very seriously. Do you understand me?”

Lazarus nodded once. “Yes, Your Honor.”

Judge Calder looked back at the file. She said, “The petition for an extended protective order is denied without prejudice. It may be refiled if additional evidence becomes available. The temporary order will expire according to its terms.”

The gavel came down.

“I have to admit, there are some matches where you look across the ring and all you see is a problem that needs to be solved, and then you move on to whatever comes next. But this one? This one, I am actually excited for. Legitimately, genuinely, butterflies-in-the-stomach excited, because I get to team with my husband again.”

“So really, I suppose I owe Frankie Holliday a fruit basket for this little present. Maybe something tasteful. Apples, pears, grapes, a couple of those little oranges, maybe a handwritten card that says, ‘Thank you for giving me the chance to stand beside my husband while we beat the brakes off Brandon Hendrix and Cyrus Riddle.’ I don’t know. I’m not as good as Miles when it comes to the whole sentimentality thing, but you get where I’m coming from.”

“Miles and I go home together. We wake up together. We share a life together. But in this sport? Our goals keep us apart more often than people realize. He has his path, I have mine, and sometimes those paths run side by side, but most days they are on different tracks entirely. So when we actually get the chance to stand in the same ring, fighting toward the same result, I treasure that. Because I know exactly how rare it is to have someone you trust completely standing at your side once that bell rings.”

“The last time Miles and I teamed together was back in February in the Double Jeopardy match against Alex Jones and Alexander Raven. And just in case anyone’s memory needs a little polish, we won. We walked in together, we fought together, and we walked out with our hands raised together. That was special then, and this is special now, but there is one very big difference between February and now.”

“This time, Miles is the World Champion.”

“And the benefit of teaming with Miles is that I know who is in my corner. I know who has my back. I know that if things get ugly, and let’s be honest, with Brandon Hendrix anywhere near the ring, ugly is practically guaranteed, I am standing beside a man who will protect me just as fiercely as I will protect him. That is not strategy. That is not convenience. That is love, trust, and years of knowing exactly who the other person is when the pressure hits.”

“And that, Cyrus, is where I feel genuinely bad for you because you can’t say the same thing.”

“You cannot look at Brandon “F’n” Hendrix and honestly tell yourself that man has your back. You cannot look across that locker room, see him smirking in your direction, and believe for one second that he would hesitate to sacrifice you if it benefited him. Brandon has no morals. He has no honor. He has no loyalty beyond whatever serves Brandon Hendrix in that exact moment. If you disappoint him, he will blame you. If you outlive your usefulness, he will throw you aside. And if he sees an opening to save himself at your expense, he’ll take it so fast you won’t even have time to be surprised!”

“That is who you are teaming with. Not a friend. Not someone who will stand with you when things get difficult. You are teaming with a coward in expensive wrapping, a man who likes to call himself dangerous because saying ‘spineless opportunist’ does not sell quite as well on a T-shirt.”

“And yes, Brandon, I did say coward, because that is what you were when you attacked my brother-in-law LJ Kasey from behind! That was not dominance or sending a message! That was a coward taking the cheapest shot he could find because he knew exactly what he was doing! You went after LJ from behind because that is your nature. You do not confront when you can ambush. You do not earn when you can steal. You do not stand tall unless you have already made sure the other person never saw you coming”

“LJ had his shots at you. Miles had his, and now? Now I get mine.”

“And I know that probably makes you roll your eyes, Brandon. I know you probably think that sounds cute, like Carter is getting all worked up because somebody put hands on someone he loves. But that is the problem with men like you. You mistake love for weakness because you have never understood what it means to have people who would burn the world down for you! You see family and think it is something to exploit. I see family and I know exactly what I am willing to fight for!”

“Now, Cyrus, this is the part that makes the whole thing complicated, because I actually respect you.”

“You stepped up to give me a match at Into the Void XV when I thought I was going to be swept aside. You did not flinch at the idea of facing a former World Champion. You embraced it. You proved to me and to everyone who watched us tussle in japan that you were everything your reputation preceded you to be! You are a walking legend inside of that ring and I stand by my opinion that my win was by the skin of my teeth! I won because I lifted my shoulder in time. That’s the honest truth. And now this?”

“Honestly, you deserved better than this.”

“You would have been better off with your original partner, Alexander Raven. And believe me, I know exactly what kind of man Raven is! I know his morals are twisted. I know his mind works in ways most decent people would rather not examine for too long. But at least Raven has some semblance of a code. At least with Raven, you could trust that whatever dark, warped philosophy he drags into a fight, he is not going to sell you out just because the wind changes direction.”

“With Brandon, you don’t have that. And that is a shame, Cyrus, because you have earned better than being someone else’s shield. You have earned better than being the body Brandon hides behind when Miles and I start closing in. You have earned better than being partnered with a man who will leave you bleeding in the middle of that ring if it means he gets to walk away clean.”

“But deserving better does not mean I am going to take it easy on you. Because I do wish this rematch between us was happening under better circumstances. I wish it was you and me without Brandon Hendrix’s stink all over it. I wish it was competition for competition’s sake, respect against respect, two men finding out who is better on the night without all of this extra poison dragged into the ring. I would have liked that, Cyrus. I really would have!”

“But Queen Frankie had other ideas.”

Instead, what we have is you standing beside Brandon Hendrix, whether you like it or not. What we have is Miles and me on the other side of the ring, ready to remind everyone exactly what happens when we get to fight together. What we have is a match where my respect for Cyrus Riddle and my loathing for Brandon Hendrix are going to exist in the same space and one emotion is not going to soften the other.”

“So Cyrus, I respect you. I really do. But Brandon? I cannot stand you. I cannot stand what you are, what you do, how you move through this business like consequences are something that only happen to other people. And if I have to go through Cyrus Riddle to get my hands on you, then Cyrus, I am sorry. Truly, I am.”

“But I will.”

Climax Control Archives / ENDEAVOR LXXX

« Last post by Mercedes Vargas on May 15, 2026, 02:45:50 PM »

Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 10 al 16 mayo de 2026

They say history has a way of repeating itself.

That’s funny, because when I look across the ring this week and see Zenna Zdunich standing there waiting for me, I don’t see history repeating itself.

I see history refusing to die.

Some rivalries explode immediately. Some burn bright and burn out fast. Others linger. They stay under your skin long after the match is over. They survive the handshakes, the social media posts, the “mutual respect” speeches people love to throw around after a war. They become something heavier. Something personal.

That’s what this is.

Zenna and I crossed paths back in February, and despite what anyone might want to tell themselves, nothing between us was ever settled. Not really. We walked away from that encounter with the same resentment, the same tension, the same feeling that the score was still unfinished.

Now SCW has decided to throw us back into each other’s orbit again.

Perfect.

Because I’ve never been interested in unfinished business.

You know, there’s this perception people have about me lately. Ever since Into the Void XV, I’ve noticed it creeping into conversations online, into interviews, into the way people talk when they think I’m not listening. They look at my loss against Victoria Lyons in the World Bombshell Championship match and they speak about me like I’m standing at the edge of some cliff, hanging onto relevance by my fingertips.

That’s the mistake people keep making.

They confuse losing a match with losing your place.

I didn’t walk out of Into the Void XV as the World Bombshell Champion. That part is true. I won’t sugarcoat it. I won’t pretend it didn’t sting because it did. Anybody who steps into a championship match and says they’re okay with coming up short is either lying to you or lying to themselves.

But what I also walked out with was proof.

Proof that I still belong among the best this division has to offer.

Proof that Mercedes Vargas is still dangerous.

Proof that every single person who thought I was fading into the background was dead wrong.

Victoria Lyons earned that victory. I’m not taking that away from her. But if anybody watched that match and came away thinking Mercedes Vargas is finished, then they weren’t paying attention.

I pushed one of SCW’s very best to the limit.

And now Zenna gets the version of me that comes after disappointment.

Good luck with that.

See, this is where things get dangerous for Zenna Zdunich. Not because she lacks talent. Not because she lacks heart. To her credit, she’s been trying to carve out her own identity in this company, and I can respect that struggle more than she probably realizes.

It isn’t easy stepping out from beside a larger shadow.

Especially when your family name already comes with expectations attached to it.

That’s the battle Zenna has been fighting ever since she arrived. Whether people want to admit it or not, every conversation about her eventually circles back to Crystal Zdunich. Her sister-in-law. The legacy. The accomplishments. The reputation.

Zenna has spent her entire SCW career hearing some variation of the same question:

“Can she become more than just part of the Zdunich family legacy?”

That kind of pressure can either sharpen you or crush you.

I think Zenna’s trying very hard to prove it sharpened her.

But trying to prove yourself and actually proving yourself are two very different things.

And that’s where I come in.

Because this weekend, Zenna doesn’t get a stepping stone. She doesn’t get a showcase opponent. She doesn’t get somebody content to stand in the ring and applaud her growth while she chases her big breakthrough moment.

She gets me.

A veteran.

A survivor.

A woman who has spent years fighting through every possible version of this business.

I’ve fought when people doubted me. I’ve fought when people underestimated me. I’ve fought while carrying championships. I’ve fought while rebuilding myself from losses. I’ve fought while the entire locker room waited for me to disappear.

And I’m still here.

That’s the difference between experience and ambition.

Zenna has ambition. I’ll give her that. She wants to establish herself. She wants to create her own legacy. She wants to stand apart from her family name and force the world to recognize her for who she is.

I understand all of that.

But understanding somebody’s motivations doesn’t mean you become sympathetic to them.

Because this business is full of people chasing validation.

Very few are strong enough to survive the chase.

Zenna talks about building her future, but I wonder how she handles another setback against me. I wonder what happens when all that frustration that’s been simmering beneath the surface finally boils over again and she realizes she still can’t move past Mercedes Vargas.

That’s the ugly truth about rivalries. Sometimes your opponent becomes the wall you can’t climb over.

Maybe that’s what I am to her.

And if that thought bothers Zenna?

Good.

It should.

I’ve heard all the narratives heading into this match already. Mercedes is desperate after the title loss. Zenna is hungry to prove herself. Mercedes has more to lose. Zenna has momentum on her side. Zenna wants redemption from February.

Everybody loves a narrative.

But narratives don’t survive contact with reality.

Reality is this:

When that bell rings, Zenna Zdunich is stepping into the ring with someone who knows exactly who she is.

I know how emotional she gets when frustration starts creeping in. I know how badly she wants validation. I know she’s carrying the weight of expectation every single time she competes. I know she wants this match to mean more than just another win on her record.

And that makes her vulnerable.

Because while Zenna is chasing affirmation, I’m chasing results.

There’s a reason veterans survive in this business as long as they do. It’s not luck. It’s not politics. It’s not nostalgia.

It’s because eventually you learn something younger competitors haven’t fully grasped yet:
Emotion can fuel you. But emotion can also drown you.

Zenna wrestles like somebody trying to prove a point. I wrestle like somebody trying to end a fight.

There’s a difference.

And before anybody twists my words around, let me make something crystal clear: I’m not overlooking Zenna. That would be stupid. She’s dangerous in her own right. She’s hungry. She’s determined. And people fighting for recognition are often the most volatile opponents you can face because they’re willing to risk everything for one defining moment.

That makes her dangerous.

But it also makes her reckless.

I don’t need reckless.

I need precise.

At Into the Void XV, I stood under the brightest spotlight possible with the World Bombshell Championship hanging in the balance. That pressure either exposes weaknesses or hardens resolve.

Mine hardened.

Losing that match didn’t break me. It sharpened me.

Now Zenna gets the aftermath of that sharpening.

And honestly? I’m not sure she understands what she’s walking into.

There’s this idea floating around SCW lately that the Bombshell division is entering some kind of “new era.” New faces. New names. New opportunities. Everybody searching for the next big breakout star.

That’s fine.

Every division needs evolution.

But people make the mistake of assuming evolution means erasing the women who built the standard in the first place.

I’m still here.

Still fighting. Still dangerous. Still capable of ruining somebody’s big moment.

Especially when that somebody walks into the ring thinking they need this more than I do.
Zenna may believe this match is her opportunity to prove she belongs among the elite.

But I’m walking into this match to remind everybody that I never left.

There’s a difference between climbing toward the top and surviving at the top once you get there. Zenna’s still learning that lesson. She’s still trying to figure out who she is in SCW.

She’s still trying to silence comparisons, expectations, whispers, doubts.

Meanwhile, I already know who I am.

I’m Mercedes Vargas.

I don’t need to discover myself every week. I don’t need to convince myself I belong here. I don’t need to ride somebody else’s legacy to stay relevant.

I’ve built my own.

And if Zenna wants to create her own legacy, then she better understand exactly what that journey demands. It demands sacrifice. It demands resilience. It demands surviving nights where the world watches you fail and expects you to disappear afterward.

I’ve lived those nights.

That’s why I’m still standing.

Can Zenna say the same?

We’ll find out soon enough.

Because Queen Frankie Holliday’s court isn’t about fairy tales. It isn’t about inspirational speeches or sentimental stories about finding yourself. Once the bell rings, all of that disappears. What remains is pressure, pain, and survival.

That’s where I thrive.

And Zenna?

She’s about to find out firsthand why people keep making the mistake of counting Mercedes Vargas out.

Every single time they do, I come back sharper. Meaner. More focused.

This week won’t be any different.

Zenna wants redemption. She wants validation. She wants to prove she’s more than just another branch on the Zdunich family tree.

Unfortunately for her, she’s standing across the ring from a woman who refuses to become part of somebody else’s breakthrough story.

I’ve heard the hype before. I’ve survived the next big thing before. I’ve watched hungry competitors come and go before.

The difference between them and me?

I’m still here.

And after this match is over, I still will be.

Zenna Zdunich is walking into Queen Frankie’s court looking for opportunity.

She’s going to find a fight instead.

See you soon.

~~~

INT. THE FLOATING PENALTY BOX – EVENING

[The Floating Penalty Box rocked against its ropes like it wanted out of the marina.
Not hard. Just enough to keep every beer bottle ticking softly against the shelves behind the bar.]

[The dinner rush had burned itself down to smoke and sweat. A pair of tourists lingered near the stern with paper baskets of fried snapper. Somebody’s kid cried on the dock. Reggaeton drifted from a passing cigarette boat before getting swallowed by the slap of dark water against the hull.]

[Inside, the restaurant smelled like fryer grease, old wood, lime wedges, and low tide. Hugo stood behind the bar with a cordless drill in one hand and a playoff hockey game playing on the mounted television over his shoulder. The TV flickered blue light over his face while he tightened screws into a loose cabinet hinge like he was punishing it personally.]

HUGO
Defense wins championships.

[Nobody answered. Because nobody in the Floating Penalty Box gave a damn about hockey except Hugo.]

[Mercedes sat at the far end of the counter peeling athletic tape from her wrist. Slow. Methodical. The skin underneath looked raw and pale compared to the rest of her arm. Years of ring ropes and cheap arenas had left her shoulders broad and uneven. Even sitting still, she looked braced for impact.]

[Ricardo swirled red wine in a coffee mug because Hugo refused to waste actual wine glasses on “people who don’t pay corkage.”]

RICARDO
It’s suffocating.

[Hugo didn’t look up.]

HUGO
You’re drinking gas station merlot.

RICARDO
It’s trapped. Wine needs air.

HUGO
It’s in a mug.

[Ricardo stared into the cup like he might still save it.]

[Across from him, Irma painted tiny clouds onto the back of a laminated children’s menu with a stolen Sharpie. White paint smudged the side of her hand. Her curls were tied up with two paintbrushes jammed through them like stakes.]

IRMA
Happy little clouds.

[Mercedes glanced over.]

MERCEDES
You talking to us or the ghost of Bob Ross?

[Irma kept painting.]

IRMA
Depends who’s listening.

[The kitchen door banged open. Tomas stumbled through carrying a fifty-pound bag of ice over one shoulder. His tank top was soaked through. Meltwater dripped behind him in a shining trail.]

[He dropped the bag beside the bar with a grunt.]

TOMAS
There. Your frozen water, my king.

[Hugo pointed the drill at him.]

HUGO
You were gone forty-five minutes.

TOMAS
Traffic.

HUGO
The gas station is across the street.

TOMAS
Tourist season.

[Mercedes snorted.]

[Tomas grabbed a fistful of peanuts from a bowl and threw himself into a chair beside her. The old wood creaked under him.]

TOMAS
You know what your problem is?

[Hugo kept drilling.]

TOMAS
You don’t trust people.

HUGO
I trusted you with ice.

TOMAS
And I came back with ice.

HUGO
You came back with half a bag of ice.

[Tomas looked at the puddle spreading under it.]

TOMAS
The journey was difficult.

[The tourists near the stern laughed at something outside. Then came the sound of a boat engine revving too hard through the marina.

[Everybody paused automatically.]

[That was life on the water. You learned which engines meant trouble. The sound faded.
Conversation resumed.]

[Ricardo lifted his mug carefully.]

RICARDO
I had an audition today.

[Nobody reacted right away. They’d all heard versions of that sentence before.]

MERCEDE
For what?

RICARDO
A pharmaceutical commercial.

HUGO
Jesus Christ

[Ricardo ignored him.]

RICARDO
I was a grieving husband.

MERCEDES
You look more like a guy who gets audited.

RICARDO
I have range.

MERCEDES
You have scarves.

[Ricardo leaned forward, defensive now.]

RICARDO
The casting director said I brought restraint.

HUGO
That means boring

RICARDO
That is not what that means.

HUGO
It absolutely means boring.

[Irma smiled without looking up from the clouds. Ricardo pointed at her.]

RICARDO
Thank you for not attacking my dream.

IRMA
I think your dream’s doing okay getting attacked by reality.

[Mercedes barked a laugh at that. Ricardo sank deeper into the stool.]

RICARDO
You people are animals.

HUGO
Animals survive.

[The cordless drill whined one last time before dying in his hand. Silence settled over the boat again. Not peaceful silence. Working silence.
The kind where everybody’s thinking about bills.
Hugo tested the cabinet door. It held. For now.]

[He tossed the drill onto the counter and grabbed the ledger sitting beside the register. Grease stains spotted the edges. Numbers crawled down the page in angry red ink.
Mercedes watched his face tighten.]

MERCEDES
How bad?

[Hugo didn’t answer immediately. Outside, dock lights shimmered across black water in broken ribbons.]

HUGO
Health inspector’s coming Friday.

[Tomas groaned instantly.]

TOMAS
Again?

HUGO
Because apparently refrigerators are supposed to close all the way now.

TOMAS
They’re elitists

[Hugo ignored him.]

HUGO
We fail this one, they shut us down till repairs are done.

RICARDO
How much repairs?

HUGO
Too much repairs.

[Nobody talked after that.The air conditioner rattled overhead like loose teeth. Irma capped her marker.]

IRMA
What if we did an event?

[Hugo rubbed his eyes.]

HUGO
We barely survive regular business.

IRMA
No, listen.

[She sat forward now, energized.]

IRMA
Something weird. People like weird.

MERCEDES
That’s your entire personality talking.

[Irma pointed around the boat.]

IRMA
This place is literally a sports-themed restaurant floating beside a bait shop.

HUGO
That’s branding.

IRMA
That’s untreated ADHD.

[Tomas laughed into his peanuts. Irma kept going anyway.]

IRMA
We do wrestling. Live wrestling. Here.

[Mercedes looked up sharply.]

MERCEDES
No.

IRNA
Why not?

MERCEDES
Because this boat already leans when tourists stand too close together.

IRMA
We make it intimate. Underground. Dangerous.

HUGO
It is dangerous.

IRMA
Exactly.

[Ricardo spread his hands theatrically.]

RICARDO
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to hepatitis on the harbor.

[Irma ignored him. A smaller boat drifted through the channel with blue LEDs glowing beneath the hull. Music pulsed faintly over the water. Hugo closed the ledger.]

HUGO
What we need is customers who spend money. Not another gimmick.

RICARDO
Everything successful starts as a gimmick.

HUGO
Your acting career started as a headshot in a CVS.

RICARDO
That photographer understood my angles.

[Tomas grabbed the wine mug from Ricardo and sniffed it.]

TOMAS
This smells like church.

[Ricardo snatched it back.]

RICARDO
You drink beer with clam juice in it.

TOMAS
It’s called flavor.

RICARDO
It’s called punishment.

[The kitchen lights flickered once. Everybody looked up. Then flickered again. Hugo’s jaw tightened instantly.]

HUGO
No.

[The lights died. The entire boat dropped into darkness except for the television glow and the marina lights bleeding through the windows.
The fryer shut off with a sad metallic sigh.
Outside, someone shouted from another dock. Tomas leaned back in his chair.]

TOMAS
Honestly? Kinda romantic.

MERCEDES
Don’t start.

[END]

~~~

[The camera fades in from black. The distant hum of Los Angeles traffic blends with the golden glow of early evening sunlight spilling over the Micheltorena Silver Lake Stairs. The rainbow-painted steps stretch upward, chaotic and vibrant—a perfect reflection of the city and the woman sitting halfway up.]

[Handheld camera pans slowly from the bottom. Mercedes Vargas sits alone, black hoodie, gray training tights, hair tied back. Sweat glistens on her forehead. No entourage, no theatrics. Just focus.]

[The city buzzes around her while she stares downward at the pavement between her boots, elbows resting on her knees.

Mercedes doesn’t look up. A beat passes. Then another. Finally, she speaks.]

“You ever notice how people only remember the ending?”

[She leans back slightly, exhaling through her nose.]

“They don’t remember the hours. The bruises. The flights. The sacrifices. They don’t remember the loneliness. The nights you lie awake, wondering if it’s all worth it. They don’t remember the days your body screams at you to stop, and your pride refuses to let you.”

[She shifts slightly, tapping her fingertips against her knees, eyes tracing the cracks in the concrete.]

“I remember all of it. Every last bit. The first time I got in a ring and realized fear didn’t have a seat at my table. The moments I cried alone in a locker room, wondering if I could really do this… and then deciding that yes, I could. And would. And would again, no matter what the cost.”

[Mercedes stands slowly, pulling the hoodie tight around her shoulders. The sun glints off the sweat on her arms.]

“Zenna Zdunich…”

[Mercedes starts climbing the steps, slow, deliberate, eyes forward.]

“You don’t last as long as I have in this business by being soft. You don’t become a constant by accident. You do it by pushing past the pain everyone else quits at. You do it by staring down every single person who thinks they can break you and proving, without words, that they can’t."

[She reaches the top. Wind brushes through loose strands of her hair as she surveys the city.]

" You know what's funny?"

[She smirks faintly, tilting her head.]

“People still underestimate me. After everything. After all the fights, all the battles, all the nights spent perfecting a move while everyone else slept. They see Mercedes Vargas and they think they’ve got me figured out.”

[A close-up captures the scar just above her eyebrow.]

“They see mileage. Age. Wear and tear. They see the surface. What they don’t see… is what made me survive this long.”

[A pause.]

“I’ve fought legends. I’ve fought monsters. Bigger, stronger, younger… and I’m still here.”

[The footage abruptly changes to Mercedes sitting against the side railing of the staircase, breathing heavily while water pours over her head from a bottle.]

“You think Zenna Zdunich is dangerous? You’re right. She fights with fire. With heart. With something to prove. That makes her dangerous. But dangerous isn’t enough to scare me anymore. Not after the fights that left me on my back staring at the ceiling, thinking about how I’d get up again.”

[She pauses at a landing, hands on her knees, taking in a deep breath. Sweat drips down her face.]

“See, that’s the difference. I don’t step into the ring pretending any opponent is beneath me. I don’t play the game of ego. Every fight is a challenge. Every opponent deserves respect, because disrespect in the ring is a luxury I can’t afford.”

[Mercedes shakes her head, water bottle in hand, pouring cool liquid over her head, laughing softly, genuinely.]

“So, worried about Zenna? No. Respectful? Absolutely. She’s earned that. But respect doesn’t mean fear. It doesn’t mean I’m backing down. It means I understand what I’m facing. And that knowledge, that preparation, that experience—that’s what makes me dangerous.”

[She climbs the final few steps, standing at the top, the city sprawling below her like a living, breathing canvas.]

“I’ve been here longer than most. I’ve seen the rookies come and go, the legends rise and fall. I’ve been underestimated my entire career. And every single time, I’ve used that underestimation as fuel. Every slight, every doubt, every ‘you can’t’—I collect it. I store it. I turn it into fire inside me.”

[Close-up on her eyes, unwavering, intense.]

“You want to know why people remember some fights and forget others? It’s not about skill. It’s not about strength. It’s about presence. It’s about leaving a mark. Zenna can bring all the confidence in the world into that ring. She can think she’s ready for everything. But confidence doesn’t always survive against someone who’s endured everything and come out stronger.”

[Mercedes’ voice lowers, more intimate, almost a whisper that carries the weight of years.]

“I’ve fought in arenas where the lights were blinding, the crowd deafening, and every nerve screamed for me to stop. I’ve fought when my body betrayed me, when my mind screamed for relief, when every scar I’ve earned pulsed with pain. And I kept going. Not because I wanted to. Not because anyone else believed I could. But because I knew I had no choice. If I stopped, I’d let the story end before it was meant to. I don’t stop. I don’t quit. I survive. And I thrive.”

[She steps closer to the camera, pointing directly, eyes locking.]

“Zenna… you’ve earned your shot. You’ve worked, you’ve trained, you’ve prepared. You have fire. You have heart. And that makes you a worthy opponent. But you’re stepping into a ring with a woman who has nothing left to prove. Nothing to lose. Everything to remind the world about. And that… that’s what makes me dangerous.”

[Mercedes’ hand tightens around the railing, a subtle smile on her face.]

“Every match I’ve fought, every victory, every loss, every brutal lesson—it all leads here. Every drop of sweat, every bruise, every scar, every sleepless night, every lonely flight… it all leads to this Sunday. Climax Control. One ring. One moment. One chance to prove that experience isn’t just numbers. It’s survival. It’s dominance. It’s Mercedes Vargas.”

[She pauses, letting the words hang in the air as the wind brushes through her hair.]

“Zenna, I know you’ve got confidence. That’s good. You should. You’ve earned it. But here’s the truth about confidence in my ring: confidence meets reality. And reality doesn’t care about belief. It only cares about skill, focus, endurance, and the will to survive every second until the bell rings.”

|[Mercedes slowly descends a few steps, turning her gaze downward for a moment, almost contemplative.]

“I don’t hate Zenna Zdunich. I don’t need to. Hate is a weakness. What I do feel is a hunger. A desire to prove, once again, that Mercedes Vargas doesn’t back down. That Mercedes Vargas doesn’t crumble. That Mercedes Vargas is a constant. A force. A storm waiting to hit, and when it hits…”

[She lifts her head, voice rising with intensity, eyes burning.]

“…people will remember it. Long before they knew me. Long after they think they’ve seen me. This isn’t about ego. This isn’t about vanity. This is about legacy. This is about proving that everything you think you know about me… is only the surface. And when the bell rings, the world will see the truth.”

[The camera follows her as she reaches the bottom steps, the painted colors beneath her feet reflecting the city lights now glowing with evening.]

“Zenna… you’ve trained. You’ve prepared. You’re confident. Good. Step into that ring knowing that. But remember this: I’ve been through fire, ice, and everything in between. I’ve fought monsters in human form and survived. I’ve seen the bottom and clawed my way back to the top. And I’ll do it again. For me. For the fans. For the respect of everyone who’s ever doubted me.”

[Mercedes stops, camera tight on her face, a smirk forming, almost playful but deadly serious.]

[She stares off toward the skyline.]

“See, that’s the difference. I don’t step into the ring pretending any opponent is beneath me. These steps don’t care who you are. This isn’t personal.”

[She shakes her head.]

“I don’t hate Zenna Zdunich. But I do love proving people wrong.”

[Close-up on Mercedes’ eyes.]

“Zenna fights like someone with something to prove. That makes her dangerous. But dangerous doesn’t intimidate me anymore. Any match could be the one people remember. And I refuse to be forgotten.”

[The camera pushes tightly into her face. Determined. Focused. Unbreakable.]

“Zenna…”

[A brief pause.]

“You’re walking into this match with confidence. Good. You should. You’ve earned it. This Sunday at Climax Control, you’re stepping into the ring with a woman who has nothing left to prove…”

[Another pause.]

“…and that’s exactly what makes me dangerous. Long before you knew, and long after you'll remember.”

[Mercedes steps past the camera and starts descending the staircase into the night. The camera remains still while she disappears farther down the painted steps. Then her voice echoes one last time from off-screen.]

“See you Sunday.”

[Fade out.]

Climax Control Archives / BILL BARNHART VS BRAYDEN WILLIAMS

« Last post by Andrew on May 15, 2026, 10:37:40 AM »

The scene opens with a shot of one of the venues in the Amsoil Arena in Duluth, Minnesota. We notice there are a lot of Sin City Wrestling wrestlers who have tables and booths set up so that the fans can meet them and get to know them more than just watching them wrestle in the wrestling ring. As the camera pans around they get a shot of Bill and Bea Barnhart, along with their English Bulldog Iris, where they have a table set up where fans are welcome to talk with them, ask then questions, and even smack talk them if they are not fans of Bill or Bea. Bill and Bea do not feel there is anything wrong with this concept as the fans support the wrestlers in Sin City Wrestling and whether they support Bill and Bea in their wrestling careers or not they are still available to interact with the fans. Bill and Bea are also displaying a huge banner over their table where they are doing their meet and greet thing so the fans can get to know them better. The sign says: IF YOU OWN A CHIHUAHUA DOG THAT IS ABOUT 10 POUNDS MAXIMUM, AND ENTER YOUR CHIHUAHUA DOG IN A DOG FIGHT AGAINST, HUGE PIT BULLS DOGS, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO COMPLAIN WHEN YOUR PATHETIC TINY CHIHUAHUA DOGS GETS THEIR ASS KICKED.

A camera person has been assigned to air their comments on Bill’s upcoming match against Brayden Williams, and to broadcast the interactions between the fans and Bill and Bea Barnhart. We watch and listen to see what transpires.

Bill: Before we have fans and other visitors to our table I wish to let you know of my next match which is against Brayden Williams at Climax Control which will take place at this venue, the Amsoil Arena, located in Duluth, Minnesota. I am assigned to work the opening match and my opponent is Brayden Williams. Bea. . .before I go into details on my upcoming match is there anything you would like to add to my comments?

Bea: My only comment at this time would be that Braden should have refused to accept the opportunity to face off against you as there is no way in hell he can defeat you.

Bill: Okay. More from Bea later as our comments flow.

Bill and Bea bust out laughing at Bill’s comments then Bill continues with his comments directly related to his match against Bradey Williams.

Bill: You noticed that we have a sign at our booth that says IF YOU OWN A CHIHUAHUA DOG THAT IS ABOUT 10 POUNDS MAXIMUM, AND ENTER YOUR CHIHUAHUA DOG IN A DOG FIGHT AGAINST, HUGE PIT BULLS DOGS, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO COMPLAIN WHEN YOUR PATHETIC TINY CHIHUAHUA DOGS GETS THEIR ASS KICKED. I know most of you watching on television, and for those who are here at the meet and greet thing, are wondering why I made that comment.

Bea: Give them the statistics and then tell them why you are calling Brayden Williams a 10 pound Chihuahua going up against a Pit Bill.

Bill: I have never been interested in watching Pit Bull dog fight matches as I love dogs and hate to see these poor dogs being forced to fight or dig against other Pit Bull dogs. In my match against Brayden Williams I feel like Brayden is a pathetic little tiny 10 pound Chihuahua while I am a huge and aggressive Pit Bull dog. Let me present some statistics for you in case you have not yet been able to see the statistics sheets on myself and Braden.

Bea: This will be eye-opening for most of you watching.

Bill: I am the representation of a Pit Bull that goes into dog fighting rings and destroys their opponents. I come into this current match at 6 feet 4 inches in height and 240 pounds of weight. My opponent, Brayden Williams, unfortunately is coming into our match at 5 feet 10 inches in height and 190 pounds of weight. That is a great representation of what I stated earlier about a Chihuahua facing off against a Pit Bull in a dog fight. I am coming into our match with 6 inches in height advantage over Brayden. I am also coming into this match at 240 pounds which is another benefit in my statistics. So what does Brayden bring into our match? Trust me that Brayden is like the 10 pound Chihuahua I commented on earlier in my comments and he, like a Chihuahua in a Pit Bull dog fight, is at a major disadvantage. I mean, come on a Chihuahua in a Pit Bull dog fight is going to lose the fight 99 out of 100 times. And,. . .NO. . .at our match this will not be the one lucky day out of 100 where Brayden has the advantage and defeats me.

The venue is allowing fans into the Meet And Greet venue so Bill and Bea pause their comments they are giving into the camera for Bill’s match against Brayden Williams. Bill and Bea let the fans know that they can ask anything of them that they want and they will give them honest answers. For now, due to a small amount of fans are entering and walking around the Meet And Greet venue, Bill and Bea continue with their comments on Bill’s upcoming match against Brayden Williams.

Bill: Oh, Brayden, I really feel sorry for you. I feel sorry for you that you are not as great a wrestler as I am. I feel sorry for you as you are a pathetic wrestler when you are going to be destroyed by me. I am in this match to win. You are in this match to lose. That really is as simple as it sounds Brayden.

As Bill finishes his comment a wrestling fans show up at the table where Bill and Bea are set up. Due to the fact that they are wearing a shirt with images of Brayden Williams we are sure Bill and Bea will have an interesting interaction with them.

Bill: HI!!! So glad that you stopped at our booth. Is there something you would like to discuss?

A BRAYDEN WILLIAMS FAN: I just could not resist coming over here and talking some smack to you. I am looking forward to Brayden Williams destroying you in your match.

Bill: Thank you for your feedback. I know I will win but everyone does not support the same wrestlers so your feedback is accepted.

A BRAYDEN WILLIAMS FAN: There is no way you can win your match against Brayden Williams. He is going to defeat you so quickly you will be shocked. I mean, come on, why in the world would you think you can defeat Brayden Williams?

Bill: Maybe you do not remember but I am a two-time Roulette Champion and both my reigns as Roulette Champion I held the Championship for around six months each reign. A wrestler doesn’t remain as a Champion in any Division by losing the Championship a few weeks after they earned the Championship.

A BRAYDEN WILLIAMS FAN: Whatever. Even though I want you to lose I will express that I appreciate you talking with me and being nice in your comments.

Bill: Thanks for the feedback. Hope you will enjoy my match against Brayden Williams regardless of which of us wins.

Much to our surprise Bill and the Brayden Williams fan shake hands and then the Brayden Williams Fan moves to other venues to visit with the other wrestlers who have booths sets up.

Bea: That back and forth with the Brayden Wiliams fan ended in a respect level I was not expecting from them. Just proves that everyone can be confrontational and civil at the same time. And, Bill, our air time is about to expire so is there anything you wish to add in closing before they cut our camera feed?

Bill: In closing I would like to state that being in the sport of wrestling, and even more so in a high class wrestling federation such as Sin City Wrestling, all the wrestlers serving in Sin City Wrestling and here for the benefit of the fans as the fans, by purchasing tickets to Sin City Wrestling events and purchasing merchandise, pays our salaries. Brayden I am looking forward to our match and regardless which of us wins the match I will still respect you. Do you have any closing comments you want to make Bea?

Bea: Nope! I’m good.

Bea informs the camera person that she and Bill are finished with their comments and that they can turn off their camera feed and they do so and our screen goes dark.

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Supercard Roleplays / Re: SELEANA vs HARPER vs BRITTANY vs BEA - VACANT ROULETTE TITLE

« Last post by Todd Williams on May 01, 2026, 11:57:22 PM »

Osaka Japan

Into The Void was slowly approaching, the end of the amusement park tour would be concluding at Universal Studios. Brittany’s return to wrestling hadn’t been going the way she had envisioned it going with having lost her returning back to back matches. Brittany Williams had found her way to one of the local wrestling dojos. This would be the perfect place to fine tune her abilities and to be in position to be ready for what’s to come. Brittany stood inside of the gym working as hard as she could as she sparred with some of the local Japanese talent. Brittany was sweating a lot and it wasn’t long until a guest came to visit her. That guest was none other than her twin brother Brayden Williams. The man crossed her arms as he gazed into the eyes of his sister.

“So was all of this worth it Brittany?!”

Brittany raised her eyes in return as she shrugged her shoulders before glancing back at her brother.

“What do you mean when you say if it was worth it?!”

Brayden just rolls his eyes as she continues to glance at his sister.

“I mean was it worth coming back to the world of wrestling. Having to deal with those two back to back losses and having to sit through and watch our mom just pack her bags and call it quits?!”

Brittany just shakes her head in disgust as she sighs in return.

“It’s all part of the business and I know that it sucks watching our mom walk away from SCW. Honestly I still don’t know why she did what she did. She claims it was to make room for me so that I could eventually rise up through the rankings but that didn’t mean that she had to walk away from it all. I would have much appreciated if she would have stuck around and been there for us. I feel like life would have been better to be able to do things with her but I do respect her decision…”

Brayden just shakes his head as he looks at his sister.

“It’s honestly whatever to me. It’s not like mom really put that much into me to begin with. I would have appreciated if she would have taken the time to really work with me but everything always seemed to be about you…”

“With all due respect Brayden you don’t even take wrestling seriously. You have been doing this for how long now?! Yet as much as you could have taken the next step in your career you just don’t put anything into it. You go by week after week and have nothing to show for it. Mom may have favored me but that shouldn’t stop you from doing what you need to do in order to push ahead…”

Brayden looks back at his sister as he just shakes his head.

“Whatever Brittany, you were always the favorite. You always got what you wanted from both sets of parents. It’s a shame that mom would want to move out of the way for your legacy but she didn’t do anything for me…”

“Brayden you are being ridiculous right now. It has nothing to do with what you think it has to do it. Instead of sitting here and bitching with me you could have been taking the time to get better. You could have done everything you could to get better or even try to win a match. Don’t hold your issues with how your career is going against me and against mom…”

Brayden just sighs as he looks back at his sister.

“Whatever Brittany, I am not going to sit here and argue with you. We all know what the truth is. I will leave you be. You better just do what you need to do in order to bring home this championship. I would hate for you to be in this match that you don’t deserve and end up with nothing…”

Brittany laughs as she just glances at her brother.

“It’s whatever, it’s not like your words are going to harm me Brayden. At least I am content with being able to go out there and give it my all. If things don’t work out for me, I know for a fact that I have all of the ability in the world to turn things around and pull out a win if need be. I doubt you could say the same considering you have been wrestling in SCW for a few months now and have yet to really get any wins…”

Brittany takes a breath as she speaks some more.

“It’s one thing to lose my return two matches but I would really be hating myself if I was in a position where I have made my return back in November and have yet to walk away with any wins since returning. That in itself would be embarrassing, but then again that would make me you right?!”

Brittany grins as wide as she grins back at him.

“But you go do you, and I will do me. When you see me win my match on Sunday and have my hands held high as the new Roulette Champion we should then be questioning on when you are going to step up. I guess we could look at that Sunday right?!”

Brayden just shakes his head walking away.

“Take care Brittany, don’t let the family down… Let’s see if you really are the chosen child in our family…”

Brayden walks away disgusted leaving Brittany to stand there with a wicked grin on her lips as we fade out on her training and working out as we go elsewhere.

Have you ever been in a situation when you know that everybody in a match is being disrespectful and honestly they should be doing everything in their power to show you some respect. It pains me that this match has been made for a few weeks now and everybody in this match just seems to say the same old thing. Everybody is trying to question me being in this match or they want to act like they don’t even know who I am and shouldn’t even be focused on me.

That sounds absolutely dumb. PUT SOME RESPECT ON MY NAME…

My name is Brittany Williams! Don’t sit there and act like I am not worth your time and attention. I thought I made it clear that I am a third generation superstar. Wrestling has been in my blood and I have received the best training in the world to take the next big leap in the world of wrestling. I may have the Williams name and am the descendant of Todd Williams. I get it in SCW that name doesn’t mean anything to any of you. It’s been mostly looked upon as being a joke because my father didn’t stick around, but what all of you failure to comprehend is that I am Crystal Hilton’s daughter.

You all should know the woman that is simply the best of the best. The woman who has won more World Championships than anybody else in this company, a woman who was in the main event of so many High Stakes shows and has been a focal point of the bombshell division since she got here. Yeah she walked away and it pains me that she would leave with her tail tucked between her legs like a little Bitch.

But you want to know why she ended up leaving it all behind?! It’s because she wanted to make room for me. She wanted me to take the next big step in my wrestling career and without having my mother in the way that only means that I am going to take what’s mine and take my place at the top of this company and in this bombshells division. In this match I see three women who don’t even deserve to be in the ring with me.

I can’t even take Harper’s bitch ass serious. She’s going to tell the world that she shouldn’t even bring up my name into any conversation. How I am not that much of a threat to her. I will be the first to admit that I haven’t been where I should be since returning but I am my mother’s daughter. At any point I can turn things around and I could be back up to the level that everybody expects me to be at. Harper may at one point been a Roulette Champion and on paper that sounds good. Everybody should take her serious because she ended Victoria’s reign, but as soon as she wins is the moment that she drops the ball.

How do you end the reign of the most dominant Roulette Champion in the history of this company and you just drop the ball in one of your first title defenses?! That means you really weren’t that much of a champion to begin with. Its one thing to win a title but it’s another thing to go about and actually defend it. It’s not like when I won the Roulette Championship.

As soon as I won it I was out there calling out Evie Baang who at the time was one of the very best of the best. I could have taken the easy way out but I wanted to test myself and I wanted to aim high and take on the upper echelon of talent in this company. You can also talk me down like I don’t matter but I am a former Blast from the Past winner. How many of these women could say that they have done that?!

Not one of these women can be in that position but I can because I been there and done that, and done it all before the age of 19. It just goes to show you that I am indeed as good as I say I am. Youngest champion ever, youngest Blast from the Past winner, you better be respecting me before acting like I am not shit.

Nepotism may be a bad thing to some but if I have facts that I can actually back up what I say that’s all that matters at the end of the day.

Seeing as we are on the topic of talking about facts that bring me to Bea Barnhart. This woman is a woman who wants to simply talk up as much of a threat she is. Thinks herself to be a badass because she can drink a beer on camera and try to claim that something comes from china then goes as spar to say she “believes” it came from china before preaching about history.

Do you know how idiotic that sounds?! You can preach about something being history based on something that you “believe” to be true. That sounds almost as dumb as a former President of the USA claiming about a saying that he “believes” to be from Tennessee then confuses himself before saying he “thinks” it’s from Tennessee but assures it’s from Texas.

Bea is an idiot, always has been and always will be. She can name drop scrubs that people won’t remember but she does because that’s like the only person that she has wins over, but how about bringing up the fact that about 95 percent of the roster has wins over her and she is basically is a welcome mat for anybody joining this company.

Bea won’t be winning this match. Nor does anybody really believe in taking her seriously. On Sunday she is a woman who is simply taking up space and will land flat on her face, but then again it’s what she is accustomed too from what I gather.

I could go on and on but the reality is in the history that is Bea. She won’t win. History always repeats itself and it’s proven by her track record.

Last but not least there’s my stepmother and when it comes to Seleana she might have been a World Champion and Roulette at some point in her career but those days are long gone. It’s been forever since she has managed to do anything of worth. She can claim that she will take things seriously but I highly doubt that.

No disrespect to her but if I need to step on her to get what I want so be.

I will win this match and I will climb to the very top and take my place as the Roulette Champion. People want to act like they don’t need to mention me?!

Fine, but after Sunday, EVERYBODY WILL be talking about me.

They will put some respect on my name… Come Sunday they will see the rise of Brittany Williams and I will show why I am the present and future of this company. I will see all of you very soon.

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