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Supercard Roleplays / LJ KASEY v BULLDOG BILL BARNHART - DOG COLLAR MATCH
« Last post by SCW Staff on December 28, 2025, 07:12:46 AM »
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Supercard Roleplays / VINCENT LYONS (c) v LOGAN HUNTER - ROULETTE TITLE
« Last post by SCW Staff on December 28, 2025, 07:12:20 AM »
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Supercard Roleplays / KAYLA RICHARDS v BELLA MADISON - HARDCORE MATCH
« Last post by SCW Staff on December 28, 2025, 07:11:53 AM »
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Supercard Roleplays / FRANKIE HOLLIDAY v AMELIA REYNOLDS
« Last post by SCW Staff on December 28, 2025, 07:11:27 AM »
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Supercard Roleplays / RYAN KEYS v LIAM DAVIS
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Supercard Roleplays / CASSIE WOLFE v TWISTED SISTER - TWISTED SISTER PLAYHOUSE
« Last post by SCW Staff on December 28, 2025, 07:10:45 AM »
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Climax Control Roleplays / Engagement Ring Shopping
« Last post by Todd Williams on December 19, 2025, 11:59:12 PM »
It had been a bunch of disappointing weeks for the returning Brayden Williams. The son of Crystal Hilton and Todd Williams could only sigh as he walked along Rodeo Drive with that of his twin sister Brittany Williams. The petite third generation star just gazed over into the eyes of her brother as she shook her head at her.

Brittany: To be honest I really can’t believe what you are trying to do right now. Perhaps it would be wise if maybe you decided to slow down and take things with a step by step approach. I don’t know what the big hurry to go about get engaged. Carleigh isn’t going anywhere. She has made that pretty much clear. You should just focus on getting your wrestling career together instead of the personal life.

Brayden: Nah, you know damn well that it’s all about the things that I do outside the ring that matter. I need some more Carleigh in my life. She completes me, and if Sofia wants to be a backstabbing little Bitch who can happily run off and have her own happy ending I don’t see why I can’t go about and do the same.

Brayden just looks back at his sister who just shrugs her shoulders at him. A loud sigh escapes her lips as she crosses her arms and continues to follow him. Brayden smirks as the two of them walk into a high end jewelry store. He looks at some expensive rings and offers a wink as he sees something that catches his eye.

Brittany: There is no rush to do all of this. I believe it would make a lot more sense to really understand who you want to get married too and who you wish to spend the rest of your life with. Don’t get me wrong I love Carleigh. She’s my wife’s sister and from my point of view she does come off sweet…

Brayden: You damn right she’s sweet. That girl tastes just like…

Brittany just smacks her brother upside his head as she rolls her eyes at him.

Brittany: That wasn’t a visual that I really wanted going through my head! I really wish you wouldn’t try to channel our father so much. He’s an asshole and that isn’t the role model you should be looking up too. I don’t even know why you changed your name to Williams to begin with. It’s so unbefitting of you Bray…

Brayden: And you think it makes more sense to want to imitate after our mother?! I rather not be my mother’s mini me, I do believe that fate has forever placed you in that role nor do I want to come off as bat shit crazy as crazy cousin Camila and being so driven to fall in love with the first blonde that I see.

Brittany: Says the guy who was smitten by how my sister in-law greeted him in your first meeting with her.

Brayden: You don’t understand I love it when she calls me sweet pea, sugar plum, and peaches. Being with a southern belle is just absolutely fantastic and the size of her breasts is just out of this world. I don’t really like my father but I felt like when I traded in the Hispanic for the WHITE WOMAN my life was forever completed. Brings a new meaning to the phrase where THE WHITE WOMEN AT?!

Brittany just rolls her eyes as she crosses her arms together.

Brittany: You really are an idiot you do know that right?! WE ARE HISPANIC dipshit! On top of that you are still sounding way too much like dad and that scares me. If you put as much time and effort into your wrestling career, managing career as you do your personal life I know things would pretty much be looking up for you. You can act like you are trading up to be with Carleigh but let’s be completely honest here. You didn’t trade up anything! Sofia left your ass and now you are just trying to force feed something so you don’t feel alone.

Brayden looks at Brittany before he shakes his head at her as a man walks over to where the two of them are standing.

Jean-Luc: Hello Monsieur my name is Jean-Luc how can I help you today?!

Brayden: Oh you can definitely help me. My main man Jean-Luc! My mother recommended this place and she said you personally helped her pick out an engagement ring for her significant other.

Jean-Luc: Your mother must have amazing taste if she used me in the past and I never forget a client. What is your mother’s name because I certainly don’t forget any of my clients that have dealt with me in the past especially right here on Rodeo Drive…

Brayden nods his head with a wicked grin as he looks deeply into the eyes of the man

Brayden: Crystal Hilton…

Jean begins to laugh as he begins to think about for a few moments as he looks right back at Brayden.

Jean-Luc: And which ring were you particularly fond of?! Was it the one where she wanted to express her love for Todd, or the one I helped her with Jonathan, or was it for Miss Seleana?!

Brayden: Wow, she gets around doesn’t she?!

Brayden just rolls his eyes as he looks back at the man who just shakes his head and keeps his eyes back on Brayden.

Jean-Luc: You don’t have to answer that question, I think I know your type. Although it really amazes me that you would bring your fiancé to the store with you, whatever happened to the past when things were just a secret and people were surprised by somebody getting on their knees and asking the amazing question if they would marry them, I often wish we could go back to those times…

Brayden just looks surprised as he moves his attention over to Jean-Luc before he turns his attention over to Brittany.

Brayden: Wait a second, I know you don’t think that THIS is my girlfriend?! No, this is my twin sister. On top of that I would be annoyed if I had to marry somebody that acts like she does. She drives me crazy and is just annoying!

Brittany: Says the jerk who is the walking miniature version of our father!

Brayden: Says the little witch who is the spitting image of our mother!

Jean=Luc just turns his attention back over to the twin duo. He offers a long drawn out sigh as he glances at them.

Jean-Luc: Sorry for mistaking you two as being a couple but now I can see the resemblance now and you do argue like a pair of siblings. If I didn’t know any better I would say you both are each other’s best friends…

Brayden: Whatever now as far as the ring is concerned I want to get something that is out of this world. Something that is going to wow her, and something that I know she won’t be able to say no to me…

The diamond shop owner just nods his head passionately as he looks over at Brayden. He takes a long deep breath as he finally begins to speak again.

Jean-Luc: I know exactly your type and what you are looking for. You want to be extremely flashy and money doesn’t seem to be any problem for you. What about going with something such as this?! It’s definitely suits you and I know it is also going to suit your special someone as well

He shows Brayden an extravagant piece of jewelry. Brayden just smiles as he watches all of the diamonds just sparkle and glitter as the owner holds it. A wicked grin escapes out of Brayden as he quickly nods his head in agreement.

Brayden: That is definitely my style. No matter how much it is worth I will take it. Carleigh is definitely going to love it and I can’t wait to pop the big question. Thank you for picking out something so awesome.

A wide smile emerges from his lips as Brittany just stands there stunned.

Brittany: Wow, you really are breaking the bank for this girl, you must really love this girl.

Brayden: You can’t put a price tag on love, and some people are just worth every single penny.

With that they just continue to smirk at one another as we slowly fade out on this image.




I feel like I got going on my mind right now but one thing is a definite guarantee. I cannot wait to finally get my hands on Eddie Lyons. I will be the first to admit that my career in SCW hasn’t necessarily been where I wanted it to be. Ever since I came back to this company it has only ended in a bunch of heart break and not being able to go the distance to get to where I need to get. Everybody has always gotten the better of me and I know I am so much better than what can be spoken of from my win and lost record.

I know I just feel embarrassed that I repeatedly dropped the ball against Ciaran and then following up with a lost against Anthrax but I feel like my head wasn’t on straight and people are expecting so much better from me. Whatever it is that you feel about me or you wish to think about deep inside of your skulls I want you to personally forget about all of those narratives.

I will not stand up here and be disrespected by little shits who couldn’t even lace my boots. It may not mean that much to any of you but I am Brayden Williams. I am a third generation superstar. I am the son of the legendary Todd Williams who used to dominate wrestling whenever he stepped foot inside of a ring and in addition everybody knows who my mother is in the form of Crystal Hilton.

I come from a lineage of people who were winners and I am going to carry that same attitude as I step through the ropes and showcase that I too can be just as good. As much as I could sit here and cry over the spilled milk of not coming through in the clutch and dropping those matches, I instead can focus to the real task at hand. I can focus on my next two big matches. I can work my way towards getting into the ring with Eddie Lyons and when I see him in his little Lyons Den I plan to do everything in my power to make him out to be nothing more than my little Bitch.

I refuse to be disrespected and I refuse to have people tell me that I don’t have what it takes or that I can’t pull my weight in the ring. This week I get to step into a big tag team match up and to be brunt I really don’t give a shit about being in this match.

I don’t care if Eddie has the champ on his side, and I don’t really care about Alexander Raven either. As far as I am concerned I plan to get into Eddie’s head and I will live rent free in his mind. Time is ticking and this is merely the appetizer until we get to Inception and when we are there it’s game over.







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Climax Control Roleplays / Chapter 9: Forensic Scene (Part 1/3)
« Last post by Frankie Holliday on December 19, 2025, 11:58:52 PM »
I don't have many things to say.

It's Christmas time.

So why don't I share the story that brought me closer with the people I love.


Enjoy.



“What’s he doing?”

“He’s just sitting there.”

“Oh.”

I shrugged.

“So can we do this now?”

“No.”

Levi pulled the binoculars away from his face. He then looked down at his phone and saw the time read 11:42pm.

“We still got some time.”

We had driven up to where the tracker I put in Glen’s car had stopped. The Audi was pulled into a house in the Hollywood hills. It looked very nice, and very expensive. And much to my surprise, it was very open. There was only one large gate that was in the driveway, and some tall bushes lining it. There weren’t 20 armed guards patrolling or anything. It was just there. And with a view of the actual hills in front of it, and the narrow 2 line road with minimal traffic going up and down it. We were positioned like we were jungle soldiers in the bush, casing the house. We have been here for almost a week. We drove past it a couple of times, just to make sure that he actually returned here. And sure enough, he did.

We monitored Glen’s actions once he came home to ensure he stayed here. 3 days were quiet. Friday and Saturday, he had guests over for the weekend and a party of some sort. It would have been easy to perhaps get in during the party, but that wasn’t what we were after.

No, this was going to be one shot.

“He must have something good in there.” Levi said, going back to looking through the binoculars.

“What if he doesn’t?” I asked.

Levi looked down at me from the binoculars. He shrugged and sighed.

“Then I guess we kill him.”

Oh. Oh shit. Levi really had only said we should rob him. This was a big step up. And Levi had said that so non-challantly. Like it was no big deal. I had wrestled with this for a long time myself. Like, what would I do if given the chance. And here, the choice was made for me.

I felt for a second like that would be a waste. We spent a lot of time prepping to rob this man. We cased his house, bought ski masks, gloves, hoodies. Levi spent a day teaching me to pick locks in other… less fortunate neighborhoods. This is what we planned for. Robbing this man, teaching him a lesson. Not… murder.

“I don’t know - “

“SHH!”

Levi watched Glen through the binoculars again.

“Alright, he’s going into his bedroom, getting ready for bed. Get ready.”

I stood up, stretching to limber up. My heart was beginning to pump all the adrenaline I could ever want or need into my system.

“He’s going to the bathroom. Let’s go!”

We sprinted down the hill a short way, stopping at the edge of the road. We were under the cover of darkness, but one flashing headlight or nosy neighbor could spoil the whole thing. We waited. No signs of life. No one on the road. No one was outside. We dashed across the road and now, we were on the property.

From here on, we weren’t going to talk.

We moved to the bushes and it was a bit of a mess, but we were through them and racing around to the back. It was just like we practiced. There was no guard dog, no guards, just Glen, alone. Levi had seen on a previous run that there was a camera on the back door. And the front door, even blocked by the gate, was still way too visible. The back door was under a roof, protected from the elements and out of view unless you were really, really looking for it.

Levi went into the backpack we brought, and pulled out some black spray paint. He shook the can, and sprayed, right as I got to the door. I had my lockpicking tools at the ready. But we were racing against the clock. The idea was we needed to be in before he got out of the shower. I poked and prodded around and felt the clicks, and then the unlocking sound hit our ears. I gave Levi the thumbs up as he sprayed one last little spot, ensuring we were not seen.

I lightly pushed the door and it gently and quietly opened. Levi was in, and then I followed closing the door as softly as I could. There was a slight squeak, but we could both hear the shower going. We were right on time. We were in the kitchen and straight ahead was the living room.

We looked around, some nice trinkets that maybe we could sell, but the bags we had were only so big. It wasn’t like we were going to take a TV or anything. Just shit that was worth something. Levi was gently tapping on various surfaces, checking for anything hidden. He studied the bookcases and the media shelves.

Then the water shut off. I waved frantically to get Levi’s attention and Levi saw and crouched down. We both waited and the only sounds were of Glen dicking around in the bathroom, perhaps shaving or something, and then the door opened. He walked out and Levi moved as silently as possible to keep an eye on him. Levi crouched in the dark and his foot must have hit something. A small bang was clear enough for me to hear it.

I heard at first the curious footsteps and then manic ones as Glen was moving in the bedroom. I moved up slightly to by close to the wall as I heard the sound of a pistol cocking.

“Who’s there!?”

Glen shouted as he marched bravely out to where Levi was crouched. Glen flipped on a light as I ducked my head back around the corner. My heart was racing. Had we fucked this up that easily? Did he see me? This is all bad now.

Glen searched around the corner where Levi was, I heard his voice get slightly farther away. And then…

*Crack*

I heard the sound. Glass breaking. The groans and then a struggle beginning. Suddenly, a pistol was swatted into the kitchen where I was. The two were fighting and someone lost a gun. I raced over, picked it up as I saw Glen in his bathrobe on top of Levi. Glen turned hearing my footsteps to spot me, and that is when Levi plunged his knife into the leg and thigh of Glen.

AGHHH!

Glen screamed and fell down, holding his leg. I rushed over, my hand over Glen’s mouth to silence the yells. Glen attempted to fight me as well, but a little push on the handle of the knife and then my own knife to his throat stopped his fight.

“Money. Safe. Jewelry? Hurry up!” Levi whispered as he gathered his wits. I moved my hand so that Glenn could speak.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I don’t Aghhh! Mphh…”

I pushed a little on Levi’s knife which was still in Glenn’s leg. Blood was slowly seeping out of that with every pull.

“Not gonna ask twice.”

I pressed my knife against Glenn’s throat as I began to notice that more and more blood was going around the leg, and soaking my pants. I looked down, and then pulled Levi’s knife out in one hard pull.

“AGHHH FUCK!’

I covered his mouth again. I tossed Levi his knife, and then saw even more blood coming out. I looked down at the wound and then at Glenn.

“That’s pretty nasty.”

I removed my hand from his mouth as Levi approached, now with the gun, pointed at Glen’s head. I was now looking at the wound on his thigh.

“Aghh!”

“Shut up, you big baby. Move your hands.”

I slapped his hands away and investigated the wound. It wasn’t bad, but yeah he was losing some blood, but if treated fairly quickly, he’d be okay.

“Well, damn. Look like you hit the Femoral artery. Well, my dude, you have about… I’d say about 3 minutes before you bleed out. I can give you something to stop the bleeding, but you’re gonna have to make a choice. Live with a few less dollars, or die rich.”

What? I…

“Clock’s ticking.”

Okay! Okay! 2nd floor, hallway on the bookshelf. A Safe. Combination is … 0…45….21.

Levi rushed upstairs as I pressed on the wound just to make it look like I was doing something. Levi returned with his bag full, almost to the brim.

“Got it.”

I pressed up off of Glenn, keeping his gun and saluting him with it. I started to leave, Levi handed me the bag.

“Take it, I got his.”

I didn’t bother to object. My heart was still racing. Levi walked back in as I sprinted across the road under the cover of darkness and then I waited.

*BANG*

The loud noise startled me. Levi came sprinting out and soon we were in the car and driving. The rush was unbelievable. We inspected the goods. Money, jewels, weed and cocaine.

“Well, that’s a good haul. He won’t miss it.”

I knew what Levi had done. He didn’t need to say anything about it. I was just happy this part was over. But now… I wanted more.

“Can we do this again?”

Levi looked at an smiled.

“You got it, baby.”




The last time I saw you Alexandra, was a battle royal. And I beat you.

Truth be told, I haven’t thought about you since.

Because for the longest time, you have been floating along and unable to do anything with the opportunities given to you over and over. You are very lucky that I am no longer the Bombshell’s champion, because the rules I was getting ready to lay down would have prevented you from getting anything because the facts are in:

You are an underachiever.

You should have ascended to the top of the ladder by now, and yet, you’re happy to just scrape on by, and be handed a match with Alicia Lukas, and you’re telling everyone you’re not going to “waste this opportunity” But the question I have for all that confidence is… where the hell did it come from? You accomplished nothing in the past year. And now it’s 99% complete and NOW you want to act like you’re going to end the year on a high note? Or that things have somehow changed?

Why? Because you beat Victoria Lyons for the first time in a long time? Or because you won some other match, or maybe even two matches in a row? Well bless my soul for the holidays Alexandra. I suppose we should through you a parade because you stopped being complacent and actually won a couple matches here and there to start building momentum.

It’s been rough since I lost the title. I mean, beating Candy is something only Kayla Richards would brag about until she realized how dumb it sounded. And last week? Do you think I needed to beat Bella to accomplish anything Alex? Bella needed that win. Bella was about to end up in the same place you are currently.

 Middle of the road.

You’re floating along and already declaring “this is my year” and we haven’t even gotten to New Year’s yet. 2025 was not your year, and 2026 will be just as mediocre for you. You know why? Because you are trying to convince yourself that things are going to be different. You’re trying to tell yourself that you can do better, and you’re going to do better, and that’s where it ends. Because you have done nothing to make anyone believe that you are any different. You just say these things and you don’t mean them. You want someone to reassure you that you are, but you know you’re not.

Because if this mattered to you like that? If this was a serious attempt? You’d have done it long ago. You wouldn’t be sitting here saying you’re going for it, you’d be doing it. And winning two matches in a row, before I beat you, and then Alicia Lukas probably beats you too and carries on with her nonsense… that just doesn’t do it for me. It doesn’t convince me.

It just makes me think that you want to get the results without the work.

And you see, this is why I was going to have to pay special attention to you after having the title, because I understood as the ruler of the division, I had to bring everyone up to a certain level. And you… you may have been the biggest project. I wouldn’t be wasting my time with Bea or Seleana, people we both know are not at the level and won’t ever get there anyway. No, I mean the people who had something, and yes, you do have something, Alexandra. I saw it. But to bring it out? That would have required a lot of work, and I was willing to work with you. I was willing to help you make something of yourself and finally rise to the level you always wanted.

What do you think I just did with Bella?

This is all part of the dream that they decided to take from me. It was part of the change I was working so hard to get. I was trying so hard to make this place better and not fucking boring, and you see how well that’s going now that I’m not champion. It would have been so fucking good Alexandra. And you would have benefitted.

But now, now that they took it from me. I have to start all over again. And that means sacrifices have to be made. People have to die so that others may live. I have to reach the top of the mountain and regain control. You are standing in my way Alexandra. You have your stupid title shot already. You know what I have? NOTHING.

I have a stupid match with… whatever Reynolds girl because she’s the new flavor of the month and oh boy everybody gonna want to see this match and it fucking sucks. No one in this company understood or understands what I’ve been trying to do this whole time and instead, they are afraid of what I’m doing. They are afraid of change.

So all that new year, new me bullshit you’re doing? It’s just like all the rest.

I’m going to fucking save you from yourself Alexandra. I’m going to stop this madness before it spreads any further. I have to get back on track and get this place where it needs to be, and I really don’t care how it happens. And that’s why you should be very, very wary Alexandra.

I mean, my match isn’t for anything. You have a title shot. And… what happens if you get hurt? What happens if you have a broken arm, or neck? What if you land on your head, or my knee breaks your nose and stuff? You see, this is very dangerous for you. Things are very precarious right now for you.

You can’t stand in the way of my destiny Alexandra.

It could end horribly for you. And that would be terrible, given this is a charity show, and we’re so close to the holidays. Can you imagine?

I sure can.

Trust me
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Jacksonville, Florida. Friday 12th December. (Off-Camera)

Liam had been soul searching since the three repetitive losses against Anthrax, Eddie Lyons and Logan Hunter. Of course, he did find those losses to be embarrassing and so instead of searching for more clues on who was out to kill him or threatened to, he had been pounding his head against the wall on the losses he's made and worse of all, there was no excuses to be made. He wasn't the one to make excuses and he wasn't the one to complain about it. If anything, he wanted to face Anthrax again which was a must and a need for him at this point.

Because he needed to get a legitimate win over him. But that was to be told for another time as he was told to go to Jacksonville today to discover an temporary closure of a water park known as Shipwreck Island Water Park but he didn't go there to go on some fancy water ride like all the other wrestlers would've done if it was open. It was because there was new evidence that Liam had to discover immediately since all the other discoveries were far away from Orlando that he still had to do.

But this was a particularly disturbing one, especially it only recently closed as well with even more e-mails and letters he was getting consistently and even had nightmares about Rosie and Steven trying to kill him and Liam hasn't really been able to sleep. Liam still hadn't seen the killers on the loose in person, even though he had discovered very disturbing things with a lot of murders seen with many people, even teenage children.

Liam was still getting answers as to why Rosie and Steven were still out on the loose and Liam was still not any closer to solving the crime. So he searched for more clues and was told to search for this water park which was recently closed and was the recent video Liam saw when he was mentally back into the solving the murders that were killing other people and threatened to kill Liam at once.

He parked his police car outside of the water park and saw that the signs of temporary closure was pretty brand spanking new, except there was already graffiti on the sign saying get ready to die Liam Davis. Clearly a direct attack which was something that started on the last place he discovered a month ago. He did take a picture of the graffiti sign as even more evidence and he says this.

Liam Davis: “God only knows what other messages and signs they'll leave for me.”

He shook his head and he walked right into the gates of the temporary closure of Shipwreck Island Water Park and he goes to the place he knew where it was, despite never being here before, but he remembers the outside of the building design and he walks into a very dark room with lots of cleaning equipment around and he turned the lights on and he saw how badly they've tried to clean blood up.

Liam Davis: “Wow, here I thought they were good at hiding murders, but clearly not with the state of the floor. I see they tried to use a mop, but clearly failed to clean everything up and made the mop even more bloody than usual.”

Liam took even more pictures of the scenery around him and he saw the real life human head of a male having his head chopped off, worst of all, it looked exactly like Liam, plotting their dreams to get him, despite they haven't come close to doing so to Liam yet. In fact, the entire time this had been happening, Liam hadn't been home, he had been staying in his police office.

Liam Davis: “What is the point they are trying to prove here with me? Poor guy that got brutally murdered with his head chopped off and for what reason? What reason they are trying to do that sen................”

As he spoke to himself as to help him get over the shock of guys sending him a message and as he does, he pulls out the letter addressed to Liam Davis, knowing he would come here and see the evidence as he places the letter in his pocket that distracted him from what he was saying. It was good because Liam needed to get back to work with this after he was lost on the fear he got from facing Anthrax, especially when weeks before the match, Steven dressed exactly like him.

Liam Davis: “I can't get over the time when Steven and Rosie dressed like clowns, especially Steven dressed just like Anthrax. I better hope I'm facing him soon to combat this fear and to combat confronting Steven in person when I'll eventually meet them someday.”

He got the guy who was clearly trapped with thick metal wire, even metal wire marks on the dead guy's neck he saw with pictures to take even more and even a voice recording, sounding very psychotic, disgusting even on their plans of killing Liam and how everything he's seeing around him is partly what they want to do to him. He took pictures of the tape and the recorder before he took the tape out to put in his pocket. He looked through the guy's pockets and saw some personal details that he wrote down on his notepad.

There was a freezer part of the water park and Liam almost vomited as soon he turned the freezer lights on, there was many dead bodies, even dead animals once again, this time of cats, dogs and even rats that were already swarming around the place as they were likely attracted by the smell of dead bodies and food being left to rot that leaked all over the place. It was so bad that Liam put on a gas mask on his face.

Liam Davis: “This is vile and disgusting. God, I don't know how long I can stand here and take much more of this. The chains of people being stuck here is horrific.”

Liam knew there was more bodies to discover as he knew he hadn't discovered the water slides yet which he might as well do and might as well go down the slides to see if there's any hidden because in case there was bodies hidden there. He did discover plenty of bodies being stuck on the slide which was lucky he went down with a torch on his head with the hard hat.

Liam Davis: “They tried so hard to hide the bodies they have killed. Jesus Christ, it's like they went on a knife killing spree here. What are Steven and Rosie doing here? What's the point of killing innocent people?”

He slid down to the bottom and got all of their personal details that he wrote in the notebook he had and there were other slides that were covered up, only he discovered more of them hidden, even water that had bits of blood in the water.

Liam Davis: “The blood in the water, these killings here must've been done today or even overnight. Jesus. These criminals are disgusting and having to take pictures after coming down the slides as well. Gross, just gross.”

Even he noticed that the food from the stalls were stolen as well which he knew it was Steven and Rosie's own doing as they were known to steal things from abandoned homes, beaches and parks. Liam saw it was vandalised with broken steal gates, as he saw the chainsaw being the evidence along with the marks as he took pictures of them.

Liam Davis: “I wonder if these two criminals are poor and if they aren't, what are they doing to steal food from here and why did they use a chainsaw to cut through the metal gates to grab the food?”

Liam shakes his head and he had just about done looking in the temporary closed water park, until he thought there were the lifeguard room that he could see the videos of security cameras which there was a few evidence there and he took all the tapes out and place them in his pocket. Then he went to the changing rooms where there was chains of people being choked to death, even dragged across the floor with their hair as it was a case with a woman and a man.

Liam Davis: “I can't imagine the pain they must've gone through to be dragged by their hair like that.”

He took pictures of the hidden bodies in the changing rooms both male and female with tons of blood around him before he decides enough is enough for today, still wearing the gas mask due to the smell being so horrific, felt like some of the bodies were here for many months and some were from today or even overnight.

Liam Davis: “I got the evidence I need just from today. I will come back here tomorrow and get more personal details that I could find on these bodies I have left because the smell is too much, plus I got to workout for the match against Aiden Reynolds and LJ Kasey as well that's on my mind, despite me wanting to face Anthrax over them two.”

Because of the fear and he didn't see the fear in Aiden Reynolds or LJ Kasey due to him not even deserving to face them in a match whatsoever, but he was lined up against them and that was that. He couldn't bitch or complain about it. Especially he wasn't that type of dude. He walked back after taking the gas mask off his head to the police car and drove back to his office to gather up the evidence of pictures, CCTV videos and even a voice recording on tape.

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Facing just top guys doing well for reasons I can't understand police video diary (On-Camera)

“I don't really know what I've done or why I'm facing Aiden Reynolds or LJ Kasey, considering I've done nothing to deserve to face the main eventer or a guy that recently gone for a championship. I get the criticisms from the pair of you, I have been dogshit in my matches and I've got zero excuse for it. Sure I might of said of the fear of Anthrax, but I'm not making that excuse now. I just bow down and congratulate Logan Hunter and that's it. Moving on.

You see Aiden, I know you're still hang up on me ignoring you because I didn't respond to anything you say, but what part of me not giving a damn in the world on what you say? Because your words along with everyone else's are harmless and meaningless. I mean I've done a good job more that actually, I made people care on what I say about them. But your head is up your ass.

Sure, you've been a main eventer and everything, sure, you took Helleva Carter to his limits twice, but did you deliver on capturing the SCW World title? No you didn't and sure, you've won many matches before that, but you're still stuck where you are and I know for a fact, despite me not admittedly paying much around here, but I do know that you're not facing him at the Supershow.

Heck, I don't even know what you're doing on the Supershow coming up. I demanded to face Anthrax at the Supershow, but I'm rumoured to be getting Ryan Keys instead and I don't know why, seeing I have nothing against the dude. I don't recall anything he's said and done to me that could have us fight each other. Unless they want me to get back to being competitive again which is certainly I need to do. Also I get that you're completely dedicated to professional wrestling you're entire life, but what if you can't wrestle anymore? Did you think of a second plan that you could do if you're permanently injured or even have a severe concussion that makes you unable to be a professional wrestler?

Sometimes Aiden, I really don't think you think about those things and I wrestle because it's the only place I can actually be myself, while still being a police officer that can unleash aggression without harming people to be arrested and lose my job and licence for doing what I do in the ring in the streets, unless it's to stop crime taking place. So think before you say anything silly that you might as well think about having a second plan. I got a third plan even to take care of dogs in a dogs's home. See, that's how far I thought about my plans if I were to unable to wrestle anymore.

Something I know LJ Kasey surely could be thinking about after being attacked by Bill Barnhart. How can a guy like you that I respect so much and had a solid match with and I won't be as brutally harsh to you as I was to Aiden Reynolds allow himself to be attacked by Bill? He's a big guy, I get it, but you could've easily blind sided him, you could've done more to prevent yourself from being attacked, even your brother and his partner could've done something beforehand.

No, I'm not going to disrespect you, because that would be unfair as you're the only guy until this point and I know you'll trash me for my efforts and I get it, but guess what? I won't care because the past doesn't even matter. It's what you do afterwards that will get people talking. I don't care what you lads say, but know this, I'm not going to make you pricks walk all over me as I allowed myself against three other people as of late.

I'm completely and utterly focused on destroying the pair of you with brutality and anger and sure, you've had memories of having title matches and being attacked, but I've only had matches and lost because I want to be here and being able to have two jobs at once because you know, you got to make money somewhere other than just professional wrestling.

I will show you both that the three losses are a blimp, to be completely forgotten and the angry, pissed off police officer is going to destroy and beat the hell out of the pair of you because I need this win more than you both do, although you can't debate that LJ Kasey needs the win just as much, but you don't Aiden and I'll pin you for the three count to embarrass you with all the anger and violence in the world. See you and LJ Kasey out there.”
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Climax Control Roleplays / mirrors ★ 03. home
« Last post by Amelia Reynolds on December 19, 2025, 11:52:21 PM »
mirrors
03. home


★★★★★★★

The glow from the laptop washed Amelia’s face soft and warm, the kind of light that made even a Denver winter evening feel gentler than it had any right to. Outside, the highway down the street from the big dual paned windows that held the image of Denver’s city lights in the distance over the foothills of Colorado looked like a small blip where little lights travelled past. 

Inside, the house had declared itself  one of Santa’s Christmas Warzones.

It smelled like pine and cinnamon and whatever candle Amelia had sworn was subtle when she bought it. White lights braided the stair rail with a garland wrapped between every rung. Gone were the coffee cups and magazines and random Monster energy cans that decorated the coffee table. Instead, had been overtaken by a little ceramic village with tiny roofs dusted in fake snow. Within the scene sat a miniature church, a half-dozen little houses, and a few painted people frozen mid-walk as if they had somewhere important to be.

Amelia sat cross-legged on the rug in front of the tree with the laptop balanced on the ottoman. She was grinning so hard her cheeks were starting to hurt, but she didn’t really care – this was Christmas, which was one of her favorite holidays. Her family had always been huge on the day, with a whole smorgasbord of food and people and sounds and loudness. There was never any snow, but this time, it was snowing here too.

On the screen, her mother’s face filled the frame. Sheila Reynolds, backlit by Australian summer brightness, hair pulled back with that practical, no-nonsense efficiency Amelia had inherited and then stubbornly refused to use. Her expression was fond, but the fondness had an edge to it. Not anger. Not guilt. Just that particular motherly ache that said I miss you, and I don’t like that I miss you.

You look…bright.” Sheila said.

Amelia laughed, breath puffing in a little cloud because she’d insisted the room didn’t need to be that warm when there was a fireplace and vibes. “I am bright. I’m home. I’m actually home.

You were in New York two minutes ago.

I got back Tuesday. I slept, I showered, I ate something that wasn’t airport food. We went shopping. And I’m at SCW this weekend, but it’s in Denver, so I don’t have to travel. I can just… drive.

Sheila’s eyes softened and sharpened at the same time. “That’s still work, Mellie Love.

I know.” Amelia said, gentle but firm, like she was laying something down on the table between them. “But it’s different. It’s not…constant airports. It’s not living out of a suitcase. It’s here.

Sheila’s gaze flicked, taking in the background like she couldn’t help herself. The staircase lights, the glow of the tree. The fact that Amelia’s house looked like a department store display or an advertisement that showed a genuinely fake family celebrating the holidays.

Amelia caught it, and her smile went bright again. “Wait. Wait, okay – Mum, I have to show you.

Amelia–

Nope! You have to see it, and then you’ll understand it, okay?

She stood up, nearly tripping over a stray ornament hook because she was still Amelia, and grace wasn’t always her middle name. (It wasn’t, actually, it was Claire). She picked up the laptop with both hands. The camera wobbled as she turned it toward the tree, which was so new it still had that crisp, untouched look. Every branch was full with no sad gaps, no inherited ornaments with questionable history. It was entirely theirs. Like Christmas had completely thrown up on it.

All new!” Amelia announced, reverent and smug at once. “We picked everything. Together.

On-screen, Sheila made a sound that was half amusement and half surrender. “It’s beautiful.

Amelia angled the camera closer to the ornaments, narrating like a tour guide who had waited her whole life for this moment. “Okay, look at this one. This is the little skier one, because he insisted we needed something that looked like Colorado. And this! This is the tiny disco ball because–

Because you’re you.

Because I’m me.” Amelia agreed, unashamed. “And this one is a little kangaroo, because you’re still technically in charge of my soul. And – wait – look, look, look – this is my favorite.

She zoomed in on an ornament that was almost embarrassingly domestic. A small glass house with a lit window, a tiny wreath painted on the door. It wasn’t expensive. It wasn’t elegant. It was simply home, turned into something you could hang.

Sheila’s mouth tightened, just for a second. “You didn’t tell me you’d done all this.

I wanted it to be a surprise,” Amelia said softly. Then, brighter again, because she refused to let the softness turn into sadness. “Okay, okay. Tour. Tour. Come with me.

She walked through the living room, the laptop held out in front of her. The camera caught the couch first, and on it, Dickie. He was slouched in the corner like he’d melted into the fabric. One foot was planted, propping his leg up, and the other stretched out in front of him. A PlayStation controller sat being actively used in his hands.

He looked comfortable in the kind of way that said they were in their home, and there was no reason for him to be alarmed. His hair was a little messy, like he’d been running his hand through it every time the game annoyed him. His shoulders were relaxed, his body resting in a way that suggested the last couple of weeks had taken their due and he was finally listening to someone other than his heart that said he could do all things, once provided with espresso and spite.

He didn’t look up right away. Instead, he just made a small sound that might’ve been irritation at the screen, and then glanced over when he registered the laptop moving.

Amelia turned the camera toward him with a grin so wide it was borderline triumphant. “Mum, look who’s pretending he’s not listening.

Dickie’s eyes flicked to the screen. A smile tugged at his mouth. He lifted his free hand in a lazy wave, the universal language of hello, yes I’m here, no I will not be perceived too intensely.

Hi, Sheila,” he said, voice easy, warm around the edges.

Sheila’s expression shifted, familiarity settling in. She had met him in January, in the way mothers did when they were quietly taking inventory. Manners, tone, posture, the small tells that said whether a person was safe. She still carried that inventory, but now there was something else in her face too.

You look well.” Sheila said to him.

Dickie’s smile sharpened briefly, boyish, lazy. “I’m surviving.

Amelia angled the camera away before either of them could get too earnest. “Don’t listen to him, he’s being a menace. Right. So. This is the living room situation. And…come here…

She guided the laptop toward the coffee table and practically crouched beside the ceramic village like she was introducing it to royalty. “Mum. We got a Christmas village. Like a proper one. Look at the little streetlights – look at the tiny people! Oh my god, and the bakery has a little window display–

Sheila laughed then, the sound bright and surprised. “You’re ridiculous.

I know,” Amelia said happily. “It’s the best.

As she moved through the house, the tour became its own kind of proof. Stockings hung in the hallway – two of them, not matched perfectly because Amelia had picked one and Dickie had picked the other, and neither of them had been willing to compromise. A garland framed the kitchen doorway. The dining table held a runner printed with holly, and a bowl of candy canes that was already half-empty because Dickie kept eating them like the menace she kept calling him.

Amelia narrated every detail as if she was afraid the joy would evaporate if she didn’t keep speaking it into existence.

And it was in the middle of that, somewhere between showing the tiny village again and pointing out the string lights in the hallway, a the memory slipped in.

It wasn’t invited. It never was.

Three years earlier, she’d stood in someone else’s living room under someone else’s carefully curated tree, wearing a dress that didn’t feel like her and a smile that had been practiced in the bathroom mirror. No tattoos then. Bare skin, polished and plain. Quiet hands folded in her lap while Reece’s family, in their posh, Australian, heavy kind of way in which money spoke louder than words, asked her questions like they were weighing her.

She’d tried, back then. Tried to fit into the shape expected of her. Tried to be the girlfriend who didn’t take up too much space. Tried to look like belonging without ever actually feeling it.

And at the time, it had felt affectionate. Reece had leaned in close, touched her back, kissed her cheek in front of them like he was proud.

But the memory now, viewed from the other side of everything, felt like a photo taken under fluorescent lights. The affection had been there, yes, but it had been wrapped in performance. In expectation. In the quiet pressure of be good, be acceptable, be small enough to be approved of.

Amelia blinked, and the present rushed back in. Warm lights, pine scent, laughter caught in her throat. The difference wasn’t that she was loved now. She had been loved then, in his own way. The difference was that she didn’t have to disappear to earn it.

Mum?” Amelia’s voice softened again as she returned to the living room, sinking down onto the rug near the tree. “I know you’re sad I’m not coming home.

Sheila’s eyes held hers through the screen. “I am,” she admitted. “I understand the schedule. I do. I’m not…cross, love. Just…it’s Christmas. Aiden and Kallie came, bringing little Cassandra and Dax with them. Aiden will be back after his own match. I just wish you were coming too.

I know.” Amelia glanced toward the couch. Dickie had paused his game without making a fuss about it, attention subtly turned toward her in that quiet, listening way. “This is just… the first one. The first Christmas that feels like it’s ours. Like I built it. Like I chose it.

Sheila exhaled slowly, the way mothers did when they were letting go of something they couldn’t hold forever anyway. “You look happy.

I am,” Amelia said, and there was no apology in it. Only certainty. “I’m really happy.”

And she was. She was happy with her life as a wrestler, promoting in two companies, one of which she sat at the top unexpectedly, and one where she continued to work her way up. She was happy that she could be around her favorite of her brothers, idolizing Aiden from afar but still becoming herself. She was happy that she could finally be herself, where expectations weren’t held over her soul. And she was happy that she had a gremlin of a man who didn’t have any ability to say no to her or to the multitude of fans who demanded he break himself every week for their entertainment.

A brief silence stretched. Comfortable, aching, honest.

Then Sheila’s mouth curved, resigned but affectionate. “Alright. Show me the tree again. I want to see the kangaroo ornament.

Amelia laughed, relief sparkling through her like tinsel catching light. She angled the laptop back toward the branches, talking again – soft and bright and shamelessly domestic – until Sheila finally yawned and admitted it was late for her.

When they said goodbye, it wasn’t sharp. It wasn’t a fight. It was simply two people loving each other across distance, learning what it meant to let the shape of family change without breaking.

Wait! Before you go, I have to show you the best part.” Amelia grinned.

The best part?” Sheila echoed, skeptical and amused.

Amelia aimed the laptop toward herself and Dickie. His attention was back on the screen, trying to give Amelia privacy with her mother. She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, beaming at him and then back at her mother. He smiled slightly, glanced at her, glanced at the computer screen, and then back to the game he was playing. She leaned her head on his shoulder and looked at her mum with the smuggest smile she could procure.

Amelia.” Sheila laughed lightly, shaking her head.

What?” Amelia grinned, unrepentant. “That’s the best part. He lives here.

Sheila chuckled, told her daughter she loved her, told Dickie to be more careful please, and said her goodbyes as Amelia heard the front door of her childhood home open with gleeful shouts from her nephew. After, she closed the laptop and set it aside. For a moment, the house hummed with quiet, a kind that felt full instead of empty.

Dickie put the controller down and leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “She’s okay?

She’s Mum.” Amelia said, smiling as she looked at him. “She’s sad. But she gets it.

He nodded, as if that made sense in the way important things did. Then he opened his arms without saying a word. Amelia crossed miniature space between them and climbed into his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world, pressing her back to his chest. His arms wrapped around her, solid and warm. He pressed his face briefly into her hair, breathing her in, and she felt the steady exhale that told her he was truly resting. His hands went back to his controller as he set his chin on her shoulder. He unpaused his game.

What?” she murmured, amused, because his hold had tightened in that stubborn way of his.

Nothing.” he said, voice low. “Just…this is nice.

It was such a simple sentence, but it carried weight because for Dickie, nice was not a default setting. Nice was something earned.

Amelia tucked her face into his neck, eyes drifting to the tree. The new ornaments glinted softly. The village on the table glowed in miniature stubbornness. The lights along the stairs blinked in patient rhythm like they had all the time in the world.

The past tried to whisper again. Quiet party, polite smiles, borrowed shapes. But it couldn’t get traction here.

Here, the warmth was real. Here, she wasn’t posing.

Here, she was home.


★★★★★★★


Okay, hi. Yes. It’s me. And I’m going to say something that is deeply on-brand and absolutely not negotiable.

I love Christmas. Like love it.

I love the season. I love the holiday. I love the way people suddenly pretend they’re not stressed while they’re deffo obvi stressed. I love the lights. I love the music, although I still don’t understand people that turn it on before December first. I love the fact that peppermint becomes a personality trait for thirty-one days. I love how the air feels sharper and the nights feel softer. I love how everyone gets a little more sentimental and a little more dramatic, and somehow we all just agree to go with it.

And if you’re one of those people who doesn’t like Christmas… that’s okay. I forgive you. I’ll pray for you.

Kidding.

Mostly.

What I’m saying is…I’m in a good mood. I’m in that rare, magical window where I’m happy on purpose. I’m letting myself enjoy things. I’m not shrinking it down, not toning it down, not doing that thing where you act like you don’t care because you’re worried someone will roll their eyes.

I care. I’m festive. I’m thriving. And for Sunday, that’s… actually kind of dangerous for everyone involved.

Because I also just came from New York.

I know. People hear “New York” the same way they hear “Las Vegas”. They think glamour and flash and big-city drama, and yes, obviously, there’s some of that. But for me, New York has been about momentum. It’s been about showing up and shining and not apologizing for taking up space. NYWA has been good to me, and I’ve been good right back. I’m their top champ champ right now, and that’s not me trying to sound tough. It’s me being genuinely proud.

Because there’s a version of me from a few months ago who would’ve gotten nervous saying that out loud. Who would’ve softened it. Who would’ve made it smaller so nobody felt threatened. I’m not doing that anymore.

I’m walking into this opening contest with that New York momentum still on me. Still in me. Still buzzing. Not because I think I’m invincible. Nobody smart thinks that in this sport, and I’m talking about my lovely boyfriend in this mess as well.  But I know what it feels like when your timing is right, your confidence is right, and you’re not asking anyone for permission.

Climax Control Four-Fourty-Five takes place at the Denver Coliseum. And that’s close. I always enjoy when we’re in Colorado, because I don’t have to travel that far. Which is also funny, because I know people hear “Denver” and they think, “Oh, home field, easy, roll out of bed and show up.” But nah. The Denver Coliseum is close, yes. It’s familiar, yes. But it’s far enough that I’m still leaving a half-day early because I am not letting traffic, weather, or one weird little universe moment where the roads decide to become a parking lot mess with my timing.

I am many things. Late is not one of them. And when all of the eyes in the world are gonna be on the ring, I know I’ve gotta step up my game regardless.

This isn’t just some cute opener where two women slap hands and politely trade holds and the crowd claps and we all go home. This is a clash that can reshape the road to Inception VIII. I know the match card spelled it out for you…Amelia has momentum, Amelia has a point to prove, Amelia wants to send a personal message to Frankie Holliday

Hi, Frankie. I know you’re listening.

Let me say this in the most holiday-friendly way I can. I hope you’re cozy. I hope you’ve got a little hot drink. I hope you’re warm and comfortable.

Because I am trying to make you uncomfortable.

Not in a cruel way. In a competitive way. In a “we are heading toward the biggest stage of the year and I want you thinking about me when you’re brushing your teeth” way. I want you watching this match and realizing that I’m not walking into Inception VIII as someone who’s just excited to be there. I’m walking in as someone who is going to make your life complicated. And that’s the part that’s personal.

But here’s the other half of the card, the half that matters just as much, and honestly might be the half people underestimate because it’s quieter…

Zenna Zdunich.

Zenna… first of all, your entire presentation is iconic.

You’ve got your opening guitars, and red and purple lights that flash like you’re legit the rockstar of the moment. You soak in the crowd, you climb the top rope and scream like the ring is a stage and we’re all lucky you decided to share the mic. It’s not just an entrance. It’s a whole mood. I love a mood. I also love that you’re a heavy metal rhythm guitarist, because rhythm guitar is the unsung hero. It’s the backbone. It’s the thing that makes the whole song work even when people don’t realize it’s working. It’s steady. It’s controlled. It’s built on repetition and timing and discipline.

And when you translate that to wrestling? That tells me everything I need to know about how you fight.

You’re not just out there to do one big flashy thing and pray. You build. You stack. You keep the tempo until your opponent gets impatient, makes a mistake, and then you cash in. And you have the kind of move set that makes people panic. 450s. Corkscrews. Springboards. Frankensteiner. You’ve got submissions, too…like you want to remind everyone you can fly and you can hurt people in ways that don’t require altitude.

And your finishers? Fatal Kiss. Shot of Z. Even the names sound like they come with eyeliner and a warning label.

So no, Zenna, I’m not walking into this like, “Oh, this will be cute.” Because you’re not just fighting for a win on Sunday. You’re fighting for pride, legacy, closure. You’re preparing to stand beside your sister Seleana in the first-ever tag team match for the World Bombshell Championship at Inception VIII. That’s not just another match on the card. That’s history. That’s pressure. That’s the kind of moment people remember.

And I know what it’s like to carry something heavy into a match. Something you can’t put down, even if you want to. I know what it’s like to be trying to prove something not just to the crowd, not just to the locker room, but to yourself. I’m not going to cheapen what you’re walking toward. If anything, it makes me more excited about this match, because it means you’re going to come in sharp. Focused. Dialed. You’re not going to sleepwalk through this. You’re not going to treat me like background noise.

Good. I don’t want background noise. I want the real thing.

Since we’re being honest tonight, let me be honest about something else. I lost to Mercedes and I’m not going to do that dramatic wrestling thing where I pretend I’m shattered and traumatized and staring out a rainy window for three days.

No. I got mad. Because the reason it happened? Ropes. Leverage. That tiny little detail that changes a match when it shouldn’t. That little extra inch that turns a scramble into a pin. And yes, Mercedes is talented, but I’m not going to sit here and rewrite history like it was some clean, perfect, “she was just better” moment.

It was ropes.

And that kind of loss does something to you, because it doesn’t make you feel defeated. It makes you feel annoyed.

It makes you go, “Oh. So we’re doing that.”

And I would like to publicly announce that I am carrying that annoyance into the holiday season like it’s a stocking stuffer. So, Zenna, when I look at you, I’m looking at someone who is fighting for momentum before Inception VIII, just like me. I’m looking at someone who needs to walk into the biggest stage of the year feeling like everything is clicking. I’m looking at someone who, because of that, is going to come into this match ready to take whatever opening she can get.

And that’s where my Christmas cheer meets my competitive side.

Because I am bubbly. I am joyful. I am absolutely the kind of woman who will squeal over ornaments and insist that the tiny Christmas village needs “one more little house” as if I’m not already out of shelf space.

But I am also observant I am also stubborn. And I am also the kind of person who learns a lesson once and then puts it in her pocket like a weapon.

So this match…this opening contest where “all eyes are on the ring”...this isn’t just about who’s better. This is about who controls the pace when the stakes are this close and the calendar is screaming at you that Inception VIII is coming whether you feel ready or not.

You want to walk into that tag title match with your sister carrying pride and closure and momentum?

I get it. I respect it. But I want to walk into my showdown with Frankie Holliday with her already feeling the pressure. I want her watching me tonight and realizing that my “happy holiday” energy doesn’t mean I’m soft. It means I’m confident. It means I’m loose. It means I’m having fun.

And I fight better when I’m having fun.

So bring your concert entrance, Zenna. Bring the horns, bring the lights, bring the scream, bring the crowd with you. Bring the rhythm. Bring the heart. Bring the resilience.

I will bring the sparkle. I will bring the cheer. I will bring the momentum I carried back from New York. I will bring that very specific kind of petty focus you get when you’ve been robbed by something as small as rope leverage and you decide you’re never letting it happen again.

And Frankie?

Watch. Closely.

Because whatever you think you’re walking into at Inception VIII…I want you to realize tonight that I’m walking into it too. I’m not bringing a silent night.
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